#philip john clap x reader

[glitterinmyveinss]

// say yes to heaven //

johnny knoxville x reader

authors note: Johnny goes by PJ, some things might be innacurate apologies in advance, mentions of homophobic slurs (i can say it)

❥༄ It's a warm july evening, the sunset sky looks like cotton candy, the kids are still out playing, and me and pj are on the steps of his trailer drinking some cold beers. i've known pj ever since me n my mom first moved to Tennesse at age 5. i ponder back on that moment, the memory still fresh in my mind.

❥༄ "y/n! get your boxes from the back of the uhaul girl!" my mother shouted. i sighed and made my way from the empty field to the back of the van we came in while my mother put her belongings inside our new home. a boy around my age with dark chocolate hair, warm brown eyes, and a horrendous haircut came up to me. "are you my new neighbors?" he asked enthusiastically. i nodded shyly. "cool! i'm pj by the way. my trailers right there." i glanced over to where he was pointing. i noticed a brown trailer with white stripes, white steps, and various beer cans and cigarette butts littering the patch of grass in front. i turned back to him and introduced myself back. "my names y/n. my parents divorced so we moved here." "mine are divorced too! wanna be friends?" we've been inseparable ever since.

❥༄ i set down my can with a sigh and put my hands in my hair. i've lived in the same trailer ever since, things never really got better for me and my mom. i started working at the local jcpennys working the beauty department but that's it, and Pjs been working with his dad at his auto repair shop ever since we were 13. pj turned to look at me, his brows furrowed and his eyes fixated on me. "what's troublin' you doll?" i picked my head up with a sad smile. i loved when he called me that. "whens it gonna get better peej?" i let out a dry chuckle. "i mean are we just gonna stay in this town our whole lives? living pay check to pay check?" he huffed and turned away from me. "i don't know y/n...why are you bringing this up?" "because i don't want that to be my life pj. maybe it was good for our parents but...don't you want different?" he took another sip from his can and a long drag from his cigarette and was quiet for a while. "of course i want different but it's not that simple y/n...plus the world needs workers like us and our parents anyway." i couldnt belive what he was saying. it was so out of character for him. he was never one to conform to society despite us growing up in the south where you'd get called a fag for just about anything. but people didn't care when it came to pj. he could be wearing a tutu and still look cool. that's why i didn't understand why he was giving up his future to stay in a town like this when the world had so much more to offer him, to offer us. "you know, i don't get you sometimes pj." i threw my can on the porch and sat up. "when are you gonna wake up y/n?" he shouted at me. i looked at him wint utter confusion painted on my face. he stared back at me with those piercing dark eyes. anytime i looked into them, it was like i was stuck in place, and like the rest of the world was no more, just me and pj. "w-what do you mean?" i spoke. he scoffed at me and continued, still shouting. "do you think it's that easy? that we can just leave this all behind and start a new life like that?" i huffed in frustration and crossed my arms, "that's not what i meant and you know it. i just meant that we both have dreams pj. what about your writing?" he turned away from me and shook his head, his eyes were even darker now due to his mood. i noticed there were imprints on his can due to his grip on it. "what about my writing y/n? you heard my dad." a while ago, pj shared with his dad his dreams of being a writer, and how he wanted to write for this magazine in LA, just to get his foot out the door. his dad didn't take it well at all and said he better get the wrench he asked for because writing won't pay the bills. i stayed quiet, not knowing what to say. pj got up to stomp his cigarette out. when he was done he locked eyes with me. he stared at me with such intensity, it made my knees buckle and my stomach flip. maybe it's a good thing he wore shades 99.9% of the time. i wanted nothing more than to reach out and hug him, let him know that anyone who doubted him didn't know what they were talking about. that me and him could make it on our own. but we were just friends. and he was even more stubborn drunk than he was sober. he turned to go inside then stopped. "you better get home y/n...it's getting dark." i felt the tears sting the corners of my eyes, like bees in the summer time. this wasn't the first time we fought like this, but it's the first time he didn't invite me in afterwards. usually he'd say something along the lines of sorry, or how he has some left over apple pie he needs help eating, really he would say any excuse. but this time, it was like he wanted nothing to do with me. "you're a coward philip and you know it." i shouted. "you have just as much potential as anyone else in this world to do something great, but you're scared!" he stayed with his back towards me, his fists clenched and his head low. "leave y/n."

❥༄ i stared at him until my vision became blurry with tears, which didn't take long. i've always been emotional. i ran away from him, in the direction of our old elementary. i always went there when things became too much to handle and i just needed somewhere to escape to. once i got there i sat on the old rusty swings that squeaked each time you swayed. i felt like shit. maybe i was too hard on pj. it's just that all i wanted was for me and him to have a good future. maybe the reason why i got so mad was because i imagined our futures would be us as lovers, not best friends. i wish i brought one of those beers before i left. i heard rustling coming from my left side and when i turned to look, i saw pj. i turned away and stared at the ground. it was quiet for a while while he sat on the swing beside me. "i'm sorry doll. i didn't mean to yell at you like that, you know how i get when i drink coors." i began to sob as i spoke, "no peej i'm sorry, i was too hard on you." i put my head in my hands and hid my face. pjs eyes scrunched up as he began laughing at me. "oh come on y/n, no need to bring out the water works. we're all good girl" he moved his hand and began rubbing my back. i sniffled and picked my head up, turning to him with a small smile that he returned.

❥༄ it was like that for a while. just me and pj swaying back and forth, till he spoke up. "you know i'm not a coward y/n..." i faced him and frantically began explaining myself. "i know pj i'm sorry it's j-" he cut me off. "the only reason why i'm not doing what i want is because... i wanna keep you close to me." i stayed staring at him. my eyes wider than usual, and my lips tucked between my teeth. "the magazine i wanna write for is based in LA. that means i would have to move there." i remained quiet. he turned to look at me. "come on y/n say some-" it was probably the alcohol more than me, but out of no where, i decided to kiss him. his lips were warm snd soft, i could still taste the cigarettes and coors on his breath. i felt euphoric and nauseous all at once. i pulled away awkwardly and faced him. "i'm sorry peej, i don't know-" he cupped the side of my face and pulled me in for a second kiss. after a minute we pulled away, but we were stuck staring at eachother, like one would disappear if the other dared to look away. "i'll go with you." i spoke, barely above a whisper. pj scrunched his face in confusion. "pardon?" i rolled my eyes at him. sometimes he was such an airhead. "i'll go with you to LA. just say the word and i'll go pj." he stared at me with a goofy crooked smile and picked me up from the swing. i squealed as he threw me over his shoulder. "let's start packing then. we'll get the first flight out as soon as we're done." even though i was upside down and felt dizzy, i couldn't be happier.

[glitterinmyveinss]

the only exception is johnny knoxville 🎀

I think men should stop referring to themselves as daddy in the third person and just explode and die instead

[normanbateswife]

Never Any Other Option

Philip Graves x fem!reader

Warnings: mw2 spoilers, canon level violence, smut (it isn't a major plot point but it's there), graves being an asshole

It started slow. Much slower than Graves would’ve liked, that’s for sure. He had his eyes on you the moment he saw you and they sure as hell never left, not through the entire briefing. His eyes battled with everyone else in the cramped room to meet yours and you never once looked up. 

He admired your strength. It reminded him of him. 

He barely heard the resolution to the brief and made a mental note to reconvene with someone who was actually listening before he went out into the field. You left the room quickly but that didn’t stop him. Graves looped around the hallway till he met up with you at the stairs. 

“Yes Commander?” you asked under your breath, glancing up at him as you opened the door. He held it for you and then followed so that he was walking beside you. 

“Have you thought about that dinner?” he questioned. You side eyed him and tried not to show any emotions. You refused to be one of the girls he slept with in a coat closet and left behind. Dinner could be a step forward. You just weren’t sure if you could resist that charming side smile much longer. 

“I’ve thought about the mission we’re meant to leave for tomorrow morning. Have you thought about that?” you asked. He blew a sharp breath out of his nose and shrugged. 

“Enough.” 

“You get to be in the confines of a helicopter. I have to be out there. You got it easy this time Graves.” 

“I’ll cover you from the sky. Everyone else will be jealous.” 

“If you don’t help, everyone else will be dead.” 

“They can handle themselves.” 

“So can I.” He skipped so that he stood in front of you, not letting you walk past him. You halted. There was no point in making an attempt to exit the conversation. Plus. You didn’t really want to. It was an easy part of your day, flirting back and forth with the Shadows Commander, stringing him along and pulling him back. 

“One dinner. Then you can go back to thinking we wouldn’t be fantastic together.” 

“Philip,” you crossed your arms. 

“One.” 

You clenched your teeth together, narrowing your look at him. He waited in anticipation, eyes wide open. You let out a breath of finality, guised as annoyance. 

“One. Just cause we might die tomorrow.” 

He smiled brightly, clapping his hands together in triumph. He pointed at you, not quite sure what he was doing with his hands anymore. 

“Fantastic. I’ll pick you up at 8? I’ll text you. I won’t keep you out later because of work, no worries.” He looked up and moved his tongue around in his mouth. “No later than you want me to, that is.”

“Don’t you make me regret this Philip.” 

“I would never sweetheart.” 

-

Thus started the on again off again relationship you had with Philip Graves. You were not often in the same place at the same time which left some things to be desired. But everytime you came back it was a free for all. It was like neither of you had left. 

You unclenched your jaw as you exited the helicopter, keenly aware of the cold nipping at your sides. You were eager to go inside and wind down for the night. It had been a long couple of days and you weren’t exactly happy to go back the next day. For right now you would enjoy a nice long shower and sleep the day away. You were anxious to scrub the day from your body. 

“Heading to bed already?” Price asked as he caught up to you. You nodded, stretching your neck to the side. You had an endless amount of knots in your back. 

“What do you mean already? It’s 9:30 Captain,” you joked dryly. 

“You didn’t used to be a lightweight,” he said with a small knowing smile. You rolled your eyes. Your work alongside John Price and his friends could go back years. You were used to the men that had lived long enough for you to remember. 

“And you used to only smoke once a day. You’ll get cancer Price.” 

“If cancer takes me out after all those shots at me, I deserve to go.” You nudged him and gave him a nod as you split ways. You walked up the stairs to your small room. You would’ve gone home to your apartment if you had the time but right now the dorm like space would have to do. You needed sleep more than you needed comfortability. 

You opened up the door and were already sliding off your shoes when you saw Graves sitting at your desk. You had no idea he was back. You thought he and his team were half way across the world at this point but you supposed no one owed you the information of where they would end up. He looked up at the sound of the door opening. 

“Graves,” you hummed with a pleasant smile. 

You weren’t sure when looking at him had started to bring a kind of comfort. You were so used to a sense of instability. When had he started to feel stable? “What are you doing?” you asked softly. 

He stood up, an uncharacteristic gentle look on his face. For a moment you worried that someone had died. He only ever gave you that look in the middle of the night when your faces were even against the pillows and tracing each other's features. At a time where the world was asleep and no one but you could catch him with his guard down. But instead of saying anything he closed the gap between the two of you. 

Your breath caught but he gave you his. 

His hands held your sides, effectively taking the weight of the day into his palms. He was still wearing his clothes from combat. What had happened to him? What was the emotion bleeding into your lips? Even as you started to move back he pushed his face forward needily. He bit your lip. It felt like he drew blood but you didn’t mind, blinded by the haze of his eyes being so close. 

“What happened to you?” you breathed, hand flat on his chest. 

“Long fuckin day,” he muttered. You dragged your hand up to his chest and brushed hair out of his face. “Missed your face.” 

“Mmm that sounds vaguely romantic of you Commander,” you mused with a sly smile. He rolled his eyes.

“Don’t push it.” 

“I’m not pushing anything. I was gonna take a shower. You look sweaty, wanna join me?” He breathed out a long sigh of relaxation at the mere thought. 

“Yes ma’am.” 

“You got clothes to sleep in here?” you questioned starting to walk towards the bathroom. His hand let go of your waist only to hold your pointer finger as you walked away from him. 

“When have I ever needed clothes in here darlin '?” You looked back at him with a pointed look but couldn’t deny the pretty look in his eyes as you pushed open the door with your free hand. 

You didn’t speak as you turned on the water too hot. He started to remove his layers. The bathroom was tight enough with one person so there was no avoiding bumping into each other silently, soft grunts filling the room as you landed on just undressing each other. 

His lips found yours again. Familiar. Almost as warm as the water you were pushed into. You were pressed against each other, your only stability a hand on the steamy glass wall between you and the rest of the bathroom. The routine of your bodies was something you had never thought about till that moment. You lazily realized that you knew his moves now. You knew his calloused hands and the bump of his scars and the feeling of him sliding inside of you. 

He was sloppy, as usual, but slow. He was allowing some sort of feeling to meld between the two of you in the heat of the shower. You held him close and he had no denial of burying his head into your shoulder as he stroked in and out of you. When he resurfaced from your skin he kissed you lazily. 

But it was the look in his eyes when he pulled away that made you realize it. 

He was in love. 

You kissed him again before he could take back his silent words, allowing yourself to melt into him like the water was washing you both away. 

-

“Who’s in the sky?” you questioned, looking up at the helicopter trailing your group. 

“Shadows,” Ghost said evenly. You glanced up. Graves. You suppressed a smile. You never got to be in the field together. Sure you had three of the best in the business surrounding you but knowing your Graves had your six made you feel almost at ease. Almost. 

“It’s good to see you guys,” Graves said into your earpiece. 

“Likewise mate,” Ghost said. 

You were trailed all the way through till you were able to get extraction and Hassan. You were escorted back to base by the helicopter in the sky. Hassan remained masked and quiet throughout the drive. You were just trying to ignore the fact that you would get to actually see Philip in person. It had only been a couple of weeks, nothing either of you hadn’t lived without before. But if had started to move towards more serious categories. He was starting to talk about babies during pillowtalk. Retirement one day. A home instead of an apartment. 

You parked before they landed. You led Hassan back with Ghost and Alejandro but left when they had him set up in the middle of some field. You waited at the edge of the field as the helicopter landed. 

The ramp lowered and the shadows started to exit. You could see Philip amongst the faces and didn’t miss his smirk as he caught sight of you. He walked directly for you, one hand in his pocket. You raised an eyebrow. 

“Well?” he asked. 

“Well what?” 

“No thank you? No ‘my hero’?” You laughed, genuine laughter and he returned it with some of his own. 

“It was some fantastic air support. You heard Ghost.” 

“Ghost doesn’t have a sweet as silk voice like you,” he teased.

“I don’t know, Ghost’s voice is pretty good…” you joked. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the Shadows passing him into base. You leaned against the wall and followed his gaze. He was waiting until everyone went inside. You didn’t mind. You just wished you could kiss him now. The scruff of adrenaline hadn’t left him. 

“Thank you for your help Graves.”

“You mad at me?” 

“Huh?”

“It’s like saying my middle name when you say my last name.” You rolled your eyes. “I prefer Philip. Or Commander works too.” You scoffed and finally the last of the Shadows seemed to have trickled away so that you could stand up straight to get in his face. 

“I’m not mad Commander. Thank you for your help.” 

“Atta girl.” 

He dipped his head and kissed you, taking your breath away as he did everytime. He held your chin between his thumb and pointer finger as he pulled away. 

“You sleepin with me tonight?” 

“As in fucking you or sleeping in your bed?”

“Both,” he said plainly. You grinned, unable to hide the butterflies that blossomed in your stomach. You had missed him. 

“There was never any other option Commander.” He kissed your forehead, lips lingering for a moment. 

“Let’s go beat the shit out of Hassan.” 

“I don’t think you can legally do that.”

“When have you ever cared about legality?”  

“Aren’t we legality?” 

-

You were already working within the 141 Task Force when you started to work with Graves more on the missions to obtain Hassan and the American missiles from the enemies. You had worked with Ghost countless times before and you were starting to enjoy your time with this Soap kid. Not to mention you and Alejandro got along swimmingly. Price always knew how to pick em. 

You were on the boat with Ghost that held the missile and you were there when Soap and Graves changed course of the missile. It wasn’t an easy one and you weren’t envious of Soap who was in front of the missile controls. 

Graves had stood in front of you almost the whole night. It made you wonder at what point he started to truly believe you were his to protect, like you couldn’t handle yourself. You had to get back to Alejandro’s base before you could question him about it though. 

You took a helicopter back onto the ground and then piled into two cars. You and Philip forced the others in the task force into one as you took one with just a driver. You shut the window between the front seat and the back ones as you relaxed back into the seat, still soaked from the rain and bleeding in various places. 

You turned your head to look at him. He had his hand on your knee. 

“You sleeping with me tonight?” you questioned lazily. He looked over at you with a gentle smile. 

“There was never any other option,” he said gravely, dipping his head. You laughed a bit and grabbed his hand that was resting on you. You rubbed his gloved skin. 

“You know I can handle myself out there,” you muttered. “You don’t need to protect me.” He looked over at you, silently. He chewed on that for a moment. 

“I want to.”

“That’s very sweet but I don’t need you doing both of our jobs Philip.” He scooted closer to you so that your shoulders were touching. You watched him carefully. 

“I like to.” 

“What are they paying me for then?” 

“To look pretty and stay alive,” he said dryly. You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

“Alright Philip.” You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed him. The road bumped underneath of you, making you both jolt around the car. 

He looked at you with solemn eyes that you didn’t catch. He had never quite had someone like you. Someone he liked. Someone he…

“I love you,” he whispered, barely audible. You looked back up to his eyes again. 

“Huh?” He leaned forward and kissed you feverishly like you were going to die in the next moment. You were taken about by his ferocity but countered it easily after a moment. 

“I love you,” he repeated against your lips before diving in again. You smiled into the kiss. 

“Never thought I’d hear those words Commander,” you mused. 

“Yeah, well listen and weep.” You giggled. 

“I think it’s read and weep.” 

“Whatever.” He was peppering kisses against your jaw. You grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you. 

“I love you too.” He let out a breath. 

“Good.” You laughed heartily as the car stopped. He looked towards the window and picked up his gun. 

Still laughing, you spoke, “Are we not on base? Whatcha need your gun for Philip?” 

“Don’t worry about it baby. Stay in the car.” 

“I love you,” you said, relishing in the words, “but no.” You opened up your door and noted you were parked outside. You hadn’t pulled in. The guys got out of the car behind you. 

“What’s that face?” Soap asked you. 

“Nothin.” He narrowed his eyes at you but Alejandro spoke before he could. 

“What’s this?” 

“This is the immediate future,” Philip said on the other side of the car. You circled around so you were standing beside Soap. “Darlin get back in the car,” he said pointedly. You furrowed your brows. 

“What?” you asked. 

“Y/L/N,” he said sharply. 

“Graves,” you said back. “What’s this about?” He let out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment and then turned around to the men standing behind him. 

“Take her gently.” “What?” Soap asked, stepping forward. 

“Step away from the gate,” Graves said. 

“What?!” Soap said louder. 

“You heard me.” 

“You’re crazy. This is my base,” Alejandro said, gesturing with his hands. 

“It’s not a base. This is a sizable covert facility and I admire it - so I’m takin it.” He said it so calmly. It was like a moment ago he wasn’t confessing his love for you in the back of the car he was standing beside. 

Your smile had fallen as you attempted to process what was going on. 

“You boys have been relieved. Thank you for your service.” 

“No no no. I don’t take orders from you,” Alejandro argued. 

“Didn’t Valeria say that? Now that makes me wonder what else I don’t know about your affiliation with a drug lord?”

“Graves!” you said sternly, Alejandro speaking over you. 

“What the fuck did you just say to me pendejo…” Soap grabbed his arm. 

“You’re out of line,” you said, eyeing Graves. Soap approached him. 

“Don’t do that. Don’t. No one needs to get hurt here,” he promised, pointing to you and to Soap. 

“Are you threatening us?” Ghost asked from somewhere behind you. 

“Soldier, I don't make threats. I make guarantees. So let's not do this.” You couldn’t wrap your head around it. What the fuck was going on? 

“I’m calling Shepherd,” Soap said, speaking your thoughts. 

“General Shepherd sends his regards. He told me y’all wouldn’t take this well.” 

“He knows about this?” Ghost questioned. 

“He put me in command of this operation from here on out. So y’all need to stand down, it’s time to let the pros finish this.” You scoffed, catching the eyes of the other guys who were looking around, catching on much faster than you were. “And why the hell are we talking like this is some kind of negotiation? It’s not. I’ve got my orders and now you have yours.” 

“And who the fuck do you think you are carbon?” Alejandro asked. “My men are inside!” 

“I’m afraid not.” You set your jaw. “Your men have been…detained.” 

Alejandro pushed forward, cursing and was immediately stopped by the guards beside Graves. You weren’t prepared for this kind of fight. You were so caught off guard you barely had time to move away from a gunshot. 

“I said gently!” Philip yelled. He rushed forward, knocking Alejandro out with his gun. He had grazed Soap from the sound of it and Ghost was nowhere to be seen. He turned the corner to get Soap but he had scampered away. You started to back away, tripping over your feet. Some other men were looking for Ghost. 

“Philip what the fuck!” 

“I’m following orders,” he promised. “You were supposed to stay in the car!” You scoffed sliding away as he walked closer. 

“Graves you’re fucking shooting our friends!” 

“They’re just soldiers, they aren’t friends.” 

“Then aren't I just a soldier?!” you asked angrily. 

“No-” he shook his head quickly, “no but they-”

“You’re helping the enemy?”

“I’m following-”

“Orders?! Yeah I fucking heard!” You finally got back up onto your feet and had reached the edge of the driveway. You breathed heavily as he walked forward. 

“Let me explain.”

“You shot Soap! What the fuck is happening to Alejandro?! Where the fuck is Ghost?!” You took a breath. “I loved you!”  

He paused. He was pointing a gun at you still. You never thought you would be on the end of Philip Graves' gun. 

“They’re all a liability.” 

“And me?” 

“I could’ve saved you.” You scoffed, shaking your head. 

“Did you love me?” 

“Of course I do. Please just let me-”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore. Which of your faces am I staring at Graves?” 

"There was no other options."

You didn’t recognize the look that was staring back at you. It was supposedly a jaw you knew well with a scar you had traced before falling into slumber and eyes you had seen above you countless times. 

You didn’t recognize the look in his eyes. 

He scared you. 

You gripped a knife that was at your side and tossed it blindly at him. It hit its mark in his leg and he screamed as you fell over the edge of the railing and rolled down the shrubbery until you landed somewhere hard and dark. You looked up at the sky, the gunshots muffled. It was a dark night. 

You allowed yourself to heave an angry cry into the stars. You wouldn’t be sleeping in the familiar comfortable bed tonight. 

You picked yourself up and forced yourself to walk away, hopefully towards Soap or Ghost. Tears pricked at your eyes as you did so.

[isntthisenoughwhatwouldbeenough]

Christmas With You (Philip x Reader)

A/N: Hello Lovely Wonderfuls! I hope you’re all doing well! Here is a Philip x Reader with a Christmas theme and the Hamilsquad, as requested by @crazypup110! I hope you enjoy this! I know its a little early for Christmas, but I loved writing this one! As always I wish all of you the happiest of days and a wonderful weekend!

You squeeze Philips hand tightly and bite your lip nervously, as he raises his other hand to knock on the door.

“Babe,” he laughs, giving your hand a squeeze. “They are going to love you, I promise,” he kisses your hand and smiles reassuringly. “Everything will be okay.”

You take another deep breath, you turn to look at him and smile softly.

“If you say so,” you let go of his hand to brush a loose curl out his face. “I just want your family to like me.”

“Everyone is going to love you, there’s no way the couldn’t,” he kisses your knuckles. “You’re the most wonderful person I have ever met, and the best thing to ever happen to me. These past six months have been the happiest days of my life, and I love you.”

“Babe,” you caress his cheek and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Okay,” you take a deep breath and giving him a bright smile. “I’m ready.”

He smiles brightly at you, and knocks. A woman with long brown hair and an excited smile opens the door.

“Philip, sweetheart!” Her smile grows as she embraces Philip. She releases him and kisses his cheek.

“Ma,” he groans in protest, but the smile on his face says he didn’t mind that much.

She turns with a kind smile towards you. Holding out her arms in a welcoming hug.

“You must be (Y/N),” she gives you a squeeze and you quickly decide that you adore her. She pulls away, her hands resting on your shoulders. “I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

“Are you going to let anyone else meet her, or is she going to stand outside all day?”

You see a man with dark hair, glasses, a goatee, and smirk on his lips, standing a few feet behind her. She looks at you and rolls her eyes, but smiles as she turns back to him. You can see her stick her tongue out at him and you giggle. Philip shakes his head and chuckles.

“Come in, come in,” she ushers you in.

“(Y/N), this is my husband, Philips dad, Alexander,” she introduces him.

He holds out his hand with a warm smile of his own.

“Very nice to meet you, (Y/N),” he shakes your hand. “Pip here has told us a lot about you.”

“All good things I hope,” you smile.

“Of course,” he turns to Philip with his arms open. “Its good to see you son.”

Philip steps into the embrace, hugging his father tightly. They pull away smiling at each other. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side and smiling at his parents.

“Where are my”-

“IS THAT MY FAVORITE NEPHEW!”

A man who looks shockingly like Philip, burst into the room, grabbing him in hug.

“Hey, Uncle John,” he laughs.

“(Y/N), this is”-

“The kid has finally arrived, huh?”

A tall man with a beanie walks in, a huge smile on his face, heads straight to Philip giving him the ‘man’ hug, slapping his back, before stepping back and rustling his hair.

“Come on, Uncle Herc,” he groans, while the man just laughs.

“Ah, petit Philip,” another man, taller than the last one enters, walking quickly to Philip, locking him in a hug and kissing his cheek.

“Hi, Uncle Laf.”

You stand closer to Mrs. Hamilton trying to stay out the way. She laughs, and wraps an arm around you.

“Don’t worry dear, they’re not this rambunctious all the time.”

The three men turn at her words, and you grow nervous under their stare.

“And who’s this, Pip?” His Uncle John asks smiling at you.

“This,” he steps away from his uncles and takes your hand in his, “is my girlfriend,  (Y/N).” He smiles proudly wrapping an arm around you.

“What?!” John exclaims.

“Pip, brought a girl home,” the tall man says, placing a hand over his heart.

The man with the beanie just started to slow clap, until the other men followed.

You looked up at Philip, a bemused smile on your face. His hand was covering his face and he was shaking his head. You start to laugh as his father joins in, and even his mom.

“Ma, come on,” he throws his hand in the air as he blushes.

“Am I the first girl you’ve brought home?” You look up at him smiling.

“Maybe,” he shrugs his shoulders, not looking at you.

“Pip,” you say sweetly. You kiss his cheek, which causes a few whistles, that make him blush more while you giggle.

“Is dinner ready yet, ma?”

She laughs, and nods her head.

“Yes, my darling boy, dinner is ready,” she pats his shoulder. “Let’s all head to the dining room.”

You all enter the dining room, where you meet Philips sisters and brothers, his aunts, who you quickly knew you liked, another uncle, and his cousins.

The dinner was very lively, considering how many people there were. The loudest of the group were, without a doubt, Philips father and his uncles. You couldn’t stop laughing with the stories they were telling, and jokes they were making. You were enthralled by his family, they were kind, lively, and just wonderful.

Once everyone was done, you offered to help Mrs. Hamilton, who insisted on you calling her Eliza. She smiled fondly at you, and shook her head.

“Thank you, dear, but the boys will be taking care of that,” she winks.

You think she’s joking, but all the men stand and start picking up plates, bowls, and utensils. Philip takes yours, kisses your head and winks at you. You sit there, somewhat shocked.

“Come on, sweetie,” Peggy taps your shoulder. “We’re going to watch a movie, while they clean up.”

“Has it always been like that?” You ask, as you sit on the couch.

“Oh, no,” Aunt Angelica laughs, “that started some years ago. We realized how unfair it was that we did all the cooking and then had to do all the cleaning.”

“So,” Aunt Peggy continues, “we decided to make the boys do it,” she shrugs. “They didn’t really complain.”

“Not that they’re allowed, after eating such a delicious meal,” Eliza smiles, laughing, and you laugh too.

“The only thing we have to worry about is them starring some soap or sponge fight,” Angie, Philips little sister, says with a chuckle.

“I don’t worry about that,” Eliza waves her hand. “Laf will keep them in check and my kitchen in tact.”

“Not Mr. Hamilton?” You ask with a smile.

“Are you kidding, Alexander?” She scoffs. “He’s the most rambunctious of the group, he’s the one that starts it,” she laughs, shaking her head.

They all start to tell you stories about all the mischief the men had gotten into since they were younger. You laughed along with them, eyes going wide with shock, hearing a few of the stories.

“What are you ladies, laughing about,” Mr. Hamilton comes in, sitting next to his wife and kissing her head.

“We were telling jokes about you,” Aunt Peggy smirks.

“Shut up, Peggy,” he grumbles, snuggling into Eliza.

Philip comes in, taking a spot next to you and wrapping you in his arms. You smile, and lean into him.

“Are we doing Christmas karaoke or what?” Uncle John asks, smiling brightly.

“Let’s do it,” everyone cheers.

You giggle as his Uncle Hercules and Uncle Laf do a charming rendition of Last Christmas. His Aunts decide on Jingle Bell Rock, while his Uncle John and Mr. Hamilton go for Rockin’ Around the Christmas tree, complete with a dance, that has everyone laughing. Eliza decides on Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas, that almost makes you cry. Once she fishes she turns to you and Philip.

“What do you want sing, sweetheart?”

“Oh, no, no thank you,” you shake your head. “I’m really not a great singer.”

“Neither are we, dear,” she smiles sweetly.

“Come on, babe, I know exactly which song we can sing.”

He takes your hand and leads you to the front of the living room. You take a deep breath and see the song flash across the screen. You turn to him and smile. Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

I really can't stay (but baby, it's cold outside)

I've got to go away (but baby, it's cold outside)

You start, smiling with every word. Philip smiles brightly, happy to be with you.

This evening has been (been hoping that you'd drop in) So very nice (I’ll hold your hands, they're just like ice)

He takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles.

My mother will start to worry (beautiful what's your hurry?) My father will be pacing the floor (listen to the fireplace roar)

You take your hand from his, shaking your head, playing along with the song.

So really I'd better scurry (beautiful please don't hurry) But maybe just a half a drink more (put some records on while I pour)

You pretend to turn away, and he grabs your hand, pulling you back.

The neighbors might think (baby, it's bad out there) Say what's in this drink? (no cabs to be had out there)

He hands you a glass of eggnog, making everyone laugh, as you continue to sing.

I wish I knew how (your eyes are like starlight now) To break this spell (I’ll take your hat, your hair looks swell)

You put the drink down, turning to him. He runs his fingers through your hair, singing his part.

I ought to say, no, no, no sir (mind if I move in closer?) At least I'm gonna say that I tried (what's the sense in hurtin' my pride?)

You shake your head at him, lightly pushing him away. He holds your hand, spinning you around and pulling you into his chest.

I really can't stay (oh baby don't hold out) But baby, it's cold outside

 You finish the rest of the song, and he kisses you quickly as he dips you. His family cheers, as you blush.

The night wears down, as everyone sits around the living room, talking. Your laughter continues as Philips Uncles seem to become more exuberant with each passing minute. Eliza shakes her head as her husband challenges his best friends to ‘sword’ duel, with his younger children’s toys. You laugh as they readily agree and run around the house like children.

“Are they always like this?” You giggle.

“I would say no, but I would be lying,” Eliza chuckles.

A little while later, you and Philip decide it’s time to go. You get up to say goodbye, Aunt Peggy and Aunt Angelica hugging you first, a round of siblings, and then the Uncles.

“Just so you know, we’re really proud Pip brought home, such a nice girl,” Uncle Hercules says, giving you a warm smile.

“Oui, we couldn’t have imagined anyone better,” Uncle Laf smiles.

“Pip, picked a good one, that’s for sure,” Uncle John smiles kindly. “Take care of him for us, huh?”

You nod, smiling warmly at each of them and giving them hugs.

“Thank you, for being so kind to our family,” Mr. Hamilton smiles at you. “I know we can be a lot, but I have to say, I think you fit in perfectly.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he nods, “I couldn’t be more proud.”

“Thank you,” you smile, giving him a hug goodbye.

“Here’s some left overs, sweetie,” Eliza comes, bringing you a container of food.

“Oh, Mrs. Ham”-

“Eliza,” she corrects you.

“Eliza,” you smile, “you really didn’t have to.”

“Nonsense, I’m happy to,” she hugs you tightly, and you hug her back just the same. “I’m so Thankful that my son found such a wonderful girl to be with,” she pulls away, smiling softly.

“Me too,” Philip appears next to you, smiling proudly.

He says goodbye to his parents and you walk out hand and hand, to the car. You both get settled in, and as you start to drive home, you notice his big smile.

“What?”

“I told you they would love you,” he takes your hand and kisses it once more. “How could they not.”

“Well,” you smile lovingly at him, “I loved them, too.” You kiss his hand. “I’m so happy I got to meet them.”

“So am I, baby,” he smiles. “I’m even happier they got to meet you.

[jornami]

The Moments That Made Us

A/N: Thank you for 400, you guys!!! I hope you can accept this as a token of my appreciation! First writing post as 1781styles!!! Whoooo!!!

 Prompt: “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

 Pairing: Jordan x reader

Tag list: for @burninglaurens and @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens  some of the most loyal Jordan fans I know. And @femilton and @always-blame-jefferson you’re both so amazing.

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You and Jordan had been best friends since he moved from Alabama to Virginia in first grade. You spilled paint all over your new sweater and started crying. Jordan saw how upset you were, so he put a big stripe of red paint on his Spider-Man t-shirt. In that moment, you knew he was going to be your best friend. From there on out you two were inseparable; you did everything together. You went trick or treating together, you two went to prom together—your parents even let you two pick out your first cars together.  

You had been with Jordan through everything—from his iCarly appearance, to his role in Secret Life of the American Teenager, and his roles in Teen Beach Movie and Liv and Maddie. After high school, he headed to LA for his acting career and you went off to the Big Apple to further your education. You visited him whenever you could and vice versa. Even when you two were living in two different time zones, you were still two peas in a pod.

Now, Jordan was back on the east coast, New York, more specifically. He was offered the chance to be John Laurens and Philip Hamilton in the groundbreaking musical “Hamilton.” He was rooming with you and your other roommate Iris until he got an apartment. And in his few weeks of living there, you three were the best of friends.

Monday

When Jordan moved in, you realized that you and Iris passed the Richard Rodgers on your way to work. So you guys started carpooling.

 “Are we going to see the new ‘Warriors of the Underground’ movie on Friday?” Iris asked.

 “Warriors of the Underground” had been you and Jordan’s favorite comic book series since you two were seven. It also happened to be Iris’ favorite.

 “Of course!” you exclaimed. “Wouldn't wanna miss the Nightriders battling with the Daybreakers!”

 “And Adoeette finding out that Chief Ahote is his long lost father,” Jordan chimed in.

 “There's a showing at six and one at nine,” Iris told you two, “which one?”

 “Nine, night showings are the best showings,” you said.

 “And I don't have any night shows that day, so it's perfect,” Jordan said.

 “Great!” Iris smiled and clapped her hands. “It's settled.”

 “This is my stop, see you guys at home,” Jordan said as you pulled in front of the theater.

 “Later,” you smiled.

 “Adios, oh, and don't forget to get some milk on your way home!” Iris shouted after him.

 “Okay, mom!” Jordan shouted back and ran into the theater.

Wednesday

 “How are we gonna tell her?” Iris whispered.

 “I don't know!” Jordan said, letting his voice go slightly above a whisper.

 “We have to tell her, Fisher,” Iris countered.

 “I know, but she'll be so upset with us!” Jordan sighed.

 “I'll be upset with you guys about what?” you asked, walking out of your bedroom.

 They both looked at each other and then down at the ground.

 “You guys!” you whined. “What's up?”

 “We can't go to the movies on Friday!” Iris blurted.

 “What? Why?” you asked.

 “You know Eric from work?” Iris asked. “Well, he asked me out on a date.”

 “Iris, that's great!” you cheered and saw her face contort into a look of confusion. “I know how much you like him. We can always go see it on Saturday.”

 “So, I can go tell him I can go?” she asked.

 “Of course,” you reassured her and rubbed her shoulder.

 Iris scurried off to her room to go call Eric and finalize the date.

 “Well, Fisher, I guess we can just hang out around the house on Friday night,” you shrugged and walked into the kitchen to get something to drink.

 “Yeah, about that,” Jordan said, sucking air through his teeth.

 “What?” you asked, putting the cup up to your mouth.

 “I have a date too,” he admitted and you almost choked on your juice. “with that girl Becky from the ensemble.”

 “I'm sorry, what?” you said.

 “I have a date,” he repeated and it only hurt more.

 “So you're ditching me too?” you asked, anger present in your voice.

 “I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you on Saturday, I promise,” he said and walked over to kiss your forehead.

 “Save that for Becky,” you pouted.

 “Love you,” he chuckled and started to head towards the door.

 “Uh huh,” you rolled your eyes.

To Jordan, you were just mad because he was ditching, but to you it was so much more than that. You realized you were in love with Jordan the night of high school graduation, the same night before he caught his plane to Los Angeles. You realized you didn't want him to be with anyone else the moment he mentioned going on date with someone other than you. Typical you, always realizing things too late.

Friday

 On Friday evening, you were sitting on the couch while your two best friends got ready for their dates. Iris was the first one ready.

 “I'm about to head out, how do I look?” she asked, straightening out her dress.

 “Stunning,” you told her sincerely.

 “I love you,” she sighed and pulled you into a hug.

 “I love you too,” you said and hugged her back.

 “Look at me,” she said once she pulled away from the hug. “Y/N, look at me.”

 You met her eyes and tears started welling in your own.

 “Listen to me,” she told you and cupped your cheeks. “I know you're upset, but what do always tell me?”

 “Everything happens for a reason,”

 “And?”

 “That if two people are meant to be, they'll find their way back to each other,”

 “Exactly!” she smiled.

 “Thank you for always being there for me,” you told her.  

 “Of course,” she said, “I'll see you later.”

 You watched her waltz out the front door. You plopped back down on the couch and flicked through the channels. Jordan walked out of the bedroom and into the living room.

 “I'm about to leave,” he told you.

 “Okay,” you deadpanned.

 He scoffed, “Bye, Y/N.”

 He slammed the door behind him and it made you jump. Yes, you were cold to him, but it was the only way you could act without bursting into tears. You decided to get your mind off everything by ordering some food and watching a movie. Everything happens for a reason, and if two people are meant to be, they'll find their way back to each other. You just had to keep telling yourself that.

You slid on your rain boots and your rain coat then headed out the door to go pick up your food. You walked a couple blocks until you were finally at the restaurant. Just as you were about to walk in, a leggy blonde whizzed past you.

 “Rude.” you thought.

 You watched her walk in and over to the booth were your best friend just happened to be sitting.

 “This night just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?” you thought.

 You sighed and walked into the restaurant.

 “Pick up for Y/L/N,” you told the waiter at the front of the restaurant.

 “Coming right up,” he said and walked to the back.

 You looked Becky, or “leggy blonde” as you like to call her, walk over to greet Jordan. He kissed her cheek and suddenly your heart shattered.

Virginia, night of graduation

 “Kiss me,” you begged him, sitting in the treehouse you guys had been meeting in since you two were seven.

 “Y/N, why?” he asked.

 “Because I'm a senior in high school, soon to be a freshman in college, and I still haven't had my first kiss yet!” you blurted.

 “Kissing will make things weird between us,” he told you.

 “It's not like I'm asking you to put a baby in me, Fisher!” you shouted out in frustration. “Just kiss me, please?”

 He leaned in closer and held the back of your neck. His lips were so soft, you felt like you were going to melt into a puddle. In that moment, everything fell into place. In that moment, you knew you were in love with him.

“Ma’am?” the waiter called, pulling you out of your trance.

You wiped your eyes and turned back around.

 “Thank you,” you mumbled, taking the bag out of his hand and slamming the money down on the podium.

 You practically ran out the door and down the street to the nearest gas station. You opened the freezer and pulled out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s. The kind you and Jordan had been eating since you were seven. Why must everything you do remind you of him? You paid for the ice cream and walked out of the gas station. You trudged through the pouring rain back to your apartment. You slid off your rain boots once you were inside. You took the food out of the bag then sat down right on the floor and ate. When all else fails, you can always eat your feelings. Or at least suppress them.

Just as you were about to get your ice cream out of the freezer, you heard a knock on the door. You groaned and walked over to open it. You were met with a soaking wet Jordan.

 “Hey,” he said.

 “Hey,” you said dryly and walked back into the kitchen.

 “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” he asked.

 “I'm waiting,” he sang, drumming his fingers on the counter.

 “I'm not feeling well, sorry,” you said impassively.

 “Okay, that sucks, I'm sorry, and now since I know that's bullshit tell me what's really wrong," he demanded.

 Typical Jordan, always able to see right through your facade.

 “I'm just really not feeling well, okay?” you said, irritation arising in your voice.

 “Y/N, I've known you for sixteen years!” Jordan was finally fed up, “I know when you're lying!”

 “I'm just not feeling well,” you said through clenched teeth.

 “Just tell me, Y/N!” he screamed.

 “I don't know, Jordan!” you exclaimed and threw your hands up in the air. “Maybe because I'm in love with you!”

 “W-what?” he sputtered.

 “I know, crazy right?” you chuckled coldly.

 “If it helps, I'm in love with you too,” he said softly.

 “Shut up,” you spat and rolled your eyes. “don't lie to me because you pity me.”

 “I'm not lying to you!” he shouted, “God, Y/N, you're so stubborn sometimes!”

 “So how do I know you're not lying to me?” you asked, tears running down your cheeks and onto your lips.

 “If I'm not in love with you, why did I think of you when I was kissing Becky, hmmm?” he asked rhetorically. “If I'm not in love with you, why did I almost call her Y/N? If I'm not in love with you then why do I always picture my future with you—us—in it; together?”

 And for the first time in awhile, you were speechless. Jordan wasn't one to lie, and he would never toy with your feelings like this. You slammed the spoon in your hand down in the sink and pulled him down to kiss you. Just like you remembered. A passion that was so intense it made your body heat up. Two pairs of soft lips and two bodies pushed together. A closeness you had only felt one other time in your life.

 He pulled away first and stroked your cheek.

 “So what now?” you mumbled.

 “I say,” he began, “we eat this ice cream and we figure this out later.”

 “Sounds good,” you smiled and grabbed two more spoons out of the drawer.

“Jordan,” you looked up at him.

 “Yes?” he said, looking down at you.

 “We have to talk about what just happened,” you said, making the elephant in the room as clear as day.

 “For starters, why didn't you tell me sooner?” he asked.

 “I could ask you the same thing,” you argued playfully.

 “I asked first,” he told you.

 You sighed and sat up, “Friends to lovers is messy. As cute as it sounds, movies and TV shows are known for over romanticizing things. In real life, it almost never works out. I'm scared. What if this ruins our friendship?”

 “Love is never easy,” he told you, “but you can't just give up—we can't just give up because we're scared. We can't ignore what we have. Love is worth fighting for.”

 In that moment, you didn't need to say anything; a simple head nod was enough. Jordan was right: love is worth fighting for, and you'll be damned if you didn't go down trying.

[iwrotemywayto-revolution]

How do you measure a year?

Request: soulmate au- when you reach 18, you stop ageing until you meet your soulmate. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x reader

Warnings: mild angst

Word count: 2,797 

A/N: welcome to day one of the @hamwriters writeathon (aka AU time)! I’m posting a fic a day this week (woah) and I am so excited pls come and scream with me. endless thanks to @gratitudejoyandsorrow for proofreading and being awesome ^-^

schedule for the rest of this week here

@pearltheartist, @whitestorm547

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1783

You celebrated your eighteenth birthday in seventeen eighty three. Your parents, ageing together for twenty years, looked on fondly as you accepted their gift- new writing supplies and a diary.

“Write about your life,” your father suggested. He had fought in the revolutionary war alongside Washington himself, meeting your mother when he had returned from to New York to begin his life anew.

“Thank you,” you told him. Your best friend Theodosia had already found her soulmate and, despite you being born before her, she now looked older.

You carefully signed your name on the inside cover. The ink shone on the page and you decided you would write a letter to your soulmate each and every day until you met them.

–

2015

You pushed your way through the streets of New York, shivering in the cold. Having invested your money well over the last two hundred and thirty years, you didn’t have to work full time, and could afford to spend your time in coffee shops, writing.

You were on your two hundredth journal. You always carried your first one and your latest one with you- the beginning and the end of your life, you reasoned. You had written over eighty-five thousand letters to your soulmate.

And you had never met them.

A couple of times you had tried to find someone else- someone who had lost their soulmate or who hadn’t found them yet either, but it never worked. If they had known their soulmate, you could never be enough.

You slipped into your current favourite coffee shop- a two story independent shop that was a stones throw away from Broadway. You wondered idly if there was a new show you could go and see, and decided to head over to take a look later.

There was a new barista at the counter. Her hair a golden-brown that caught the light as she chatted animatedly to her coworkers. You slid into your favourite seat - a cushy armchair by the window - and pulled out your journal.

You opened it to a fresh page and pulled out a pen and a paperclip. You wrote the date above the lines and fished around in your jacket pocket for a moment before finding your ticket to an art exhibition you had been to. You clipped it to the page and started to write.

Dear Soulmate,

New York is so different now- so busy, so tall, and so alive. It’s no longer the city I grew up in, but I suppose the world moves on even if I don’t.

There was an exhibition at the Metropolitan Museum of Art about soulmates - I saved my ticket. They had photos of people with their soulmates, dressed in the clothing of the era they were born in. The kind of thing they might have worn on their eighteenth birthday.

Couples from all over the world - every nationality, every gender, every sexuality. Little placards letting you know how long they’d waited for each other. People born during World War One - a horrible time - meeting their soulmates today.

It gave me hope that I might still find you.

You closed your journal as the waitress brought over your coffee, setting it down with a smile. You thanked her.

Over two centuries you had met people who had waited for their soulmates for just as long as you had. Many of them had watched their families die, as you had, and struggled to keep faith. Every one of them had found their soulmates eventually and promised you it was worth it.

So you waited.

–

You decided you might as well walk along Broadway and see if there was anything you wanted to see. You were a big fan of Broadway- had seen it grow up after it reopened in 1798.

Hamilton was the new musical attracting the most attention at the moment, but you had dithered about going. You knew it was set around the life of Hamilton and during an era you had lived in.

You had met Hamilton once. Your parents had been invited to a ball that celebrated Jefferson’s return from France. Hamilton had been in the corner, talking about his debt plan.

He had been handsome and kind enough to let you discuss his debt plan with him. He had been nearing thirty - one of the lucky ones who met his soulmate in the form of Elizabeth Schuyler not too many years after his eighteenth birthday.

Almost a decade later, you had met Philip. He had been as dashing and interesting as his father, and he had courted you for a while.

You remembered hearing of his death and blinked away tears. You hadn’t thought of him in well over a century.

A crowd of people had gathered outside the theatre, applauding and laughing as two performers- you assumed they were Hamilton stars- sang a song. You approached, curious.

One of the performers- a curly-haired guy with freckles and an infectious smile, was singing with three other people as backup. “What the heck I gotta do to be with you?” he asked, dancing around a pretty woman in a winter jacket and a bobble hat.

The singers behind him- one tall man with dark skin and curly, a shorter woman with long black hair and a sweet smile, and a man with a beanie and a powerful build- echoed him. “What the heck I gotta do?”

Freckles reached for the woman’s hand and grinned, “Tell me who I gotta be for you to be with me-”

You watched, smiling. The main singer was cute, you decided. And he sang nicely. You went into the theatre to see if you could get tickets.

–

@Y/N

People keep telling me to go and see @Lin_Manuel’s #Hamilton because I met the guy way back in the 1780s… should I?

You hadn’t been able to get tickets for Hamilton until October, so you had decided to think about it first. You headed to your apartment, hearing your phone buzz with a notification just as you unlocked the door.

@Lin_Manuel

@Y/N if you met the original Hamilton you have to see our #YayHamlet

You paused and smiled, fingers hovering over your phone.

@Y/N

@Lin_Manuel I tried to get tickets but they’re sold out until next year - you’re more popular than he ever was.

Lin replied almost instantly, the banner notification appearing at the top of your screen.

@Lin_Manuel

Bahahaha! I have tickets for tonight’s show if you’d like to see my #Hamilton?

@Y/N

I’ll review kindly. Did you find someone hot to play Philip?

@Lin_Manuel

@Y/N You’ll have to wait and see. Come backstage afterwards?

You sent back an enthusiastic yes and Lin sent you the details privately. Realising that you did have evening plans after all, you rushed home to change into something nice.

–

The show was amazing. You laughed and cried and clapped until your hands were sore. Lin had done it against the odds - you recognised the men and women you had known centuries ago brought to new life by his actors. You saw a story told anew by America now.

An usher lead you backstage. Still wiping away tears, you waited for the cast to get changed. Lin was the first to arrive, back in jeans and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his hair in a bun.

“That was amazing!” you told him sincerely.

“Thank you,” Lin beamed. He paused. “So you met Hamilton?”

You nodded. “The year Jefferson got back from France - at a ball.”

Lin closed his eyes, visualising it. “What was he like?”

“Like you said: ‘intelligent eyes and a hunger-pang frame’,” you laughed, “sharp as a tack.”

Others started to arrive. You recognised them from the programme and your hasty googling. Daveed, who had been singing outside earlier, and Renee arrived and greeted you with grins. A celebrity was backstage too, so they left to greet them after a moment.

“So you’re our eighteenth century girl?” a new voice asked. You turned to find the singer from earlier- curly hair now in a ponytail. A dual performer, you remembered- as Philip and John.

“Born in seventeen sixty-five,” you admitted.

Anthony wolf-whistled. “Woah- still waiting then?” You nodded. “Who did you meet?” he asked curiously, taking a seat beside you. “From the show, I mean.”

“Hamilton, Eliza, Philip, Washington, Madison-” you recited, their faces flashing in your mind as you said their names, “and Jefferson.”

Anthony looked across at the Hamilton on the wall opposite, littered with signatures and messages, “Did we do them justice?”

“More than that,” you said, “You told a better story.”

You chatted with Anthony for a little while, then with Pippa and Jas, who wanted to hear about what the theatre used to be like. They were all lovely, and you went home much later than usual that night.

You thanked Lin on the way out. “Maybe you should hire me as a historical consultant,” you suggested with a grin, “that could be fun.”

Lin barked out a laugh, “Maybe I will.”

–

When you woke up a month later, there was something different. You brushed it off as feeling sleepy and started to get ready for your day. You were thinking of trying to get a job again, more because of boredom than actual necessity.

You rinsed and froze, having caught sight of yourself in the mirror. Was it just you, or did you look older? You knew your face too well - two hundred years would do that - and you could have sworn you looked like you had aged.

Not wanting to get overly excited, you phoned your doctor and arranged an appointment to see if you were ageing again.

–

You waited anxiously on the chair opposite the doctor as he clicked through to your results. You had taken an ageing test - developed as people began to realise that it could take months or even years for the ageing process to be noticed.

“Ah Y/N L/N,” your doctor murmured. He wore a tarnished silver band on his ring finger but didn’t look a day over eighteen. He smiled, “You’ve been ageing for about a month now.”

Your breath caught and you stared. “I have?”

He nodded. “Do you not know who it is?” he asked sympathetically.

You thought back a month- you had had a busy week a month ago and, what with Hamilton and joining an art course, had met loads of new people. Where were you supposed to start?

–

Knowing you had to have met them made it slightly easier, you thought as you walked towards the Richard Rogers. You had made a list of all the places you had been a month ago and, if you knew them, the names of the people you had met there.

The coffee shop had yielded no results- the barista you had met wasn’t eighteen yet- and nor had the small organic coop you sometimes frequented. Now, amidst the crowds, you were trying to get to the Hamilton cast.

Lin had given you his phone number when you had been at Hamilton, seriously considering your offer of being a historical consultant. You opened a new message.

To: Lin (15:27)

Hey Lin, do you mind if I pop by? I met my soulmate about a month ago and idk who it is. - Y/N

You waited anxiously outside the theatre until your phone buzzed.

From: Lin (15:29)

No problem! I’ll meet you at the entrance. - Lin

Lin appeared a moment later, a big grin on his face. He wasn’t in costume yet, a grey hoodie in place of his jacket and his hair pulled back into a messy bun. “Congratulations!” he grinned, pulling you into a hug.

“Thanks,” you said, “but I don’t know who it is yet.”

Lin gestured for you to follow him and headed back inside. “Well,” he looked thoughtful, “there are a few people who haven’t found their soulmates yet- Ant, Jas, Ariana, Andrew, Daveed-”

“Are they all here?” you asked, feeling abruptly nervous. You could be about to meet your soulmate-

“Ariana and Daveed are on their way,” Lin said. You followed him down a set of stairs and into an open area that seemed to be acting like something of a common room.

Anthony dashed up the stairs and stopped in front of Lin, looking decidedly rumpled. His hair was falling out of its ponytail and his shirt was buttoned up all wrong. “Lin,” he breathed, “the doctor said I’ve been ageing for a month.”

You felt your jaw drop. Lin grinned. “That’s great Anthony -”

Anthony gripped Lin by the arm. “How am I supposed to find them?” he asked frantically, “You gotta help me, man.”

Lin laughed. “It’s funny you should say that,” he said as he slipped an arm around your waist, “do you remember Y/N?”

You weren’t sure if you were going to throw up, faint, or cry. Maybe all of them. “Hi,” you managed shakily, “I’ve been ageing for about a month too.”

Anthony reached out a tentative hand and took yours, something like wonder in his eyes. “You think we’re…?”

“Maybe?” His hand felt right in yours. You held on as if he were your lifeline- and perhaps he was. Weren’t soulmates supposed to save each other? “We can try, can’t we?”

He smiled, and it was like the sun. “We can try.”

–

Six months after

You wandered back into your bedroom after your shower, pausing in the doorway when you saw Anthony was still asleep. You took a moment to memorise the image - something you would never of thought you could have had six months ago. But here you were.

Climbing back into bed, you started to pepper Anthony’s face with kisses - one per freckle. He woke up with a groan and rolled over so his head was on your lap. You smiled down at him. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

He smiled sleepily, reaching blindly for your hand. Instead of taking it, you put your journal in it. Anthony frowned and pushed himself up into a sitting position. “What’s this, babe?”

“My first journal,” you said.

Anthony opened it to the flyleaf where your name, your age, and the year you’d received it were written carefully. Y/N L/N, age 18, 1783. He flipped to the first letter. “Y/N -” he started, and you knew he was worrying again. “I should have found you sooner.”

You shook your head and took his hand. “I wrote you a letter every day,” you explained, “a diary, almost.”

You could see him doing the maths, running through the centuries. He pulled you closer. “How many journals are there?”

“About a hundred,” you said, ”Some are missing now, but I still have about forty.”

He traced your handwriting carefully, as if afraid that the pages would disintegrate. You rested your head on his shoulder. “Can I read them?”

“Of course,” you turned your head to press a kiss to his shoulder, “but maybe breakfast first?”

–

A year after

You were curled up on the couch reading when Anthony made it home. He was still at Hamilton, working hard, coming home late. You snatched evenings and lunch dates and early morning conversations and treasured every moment.

“Hey Ant,” you called out, but got no response.

Returning to your book, it was a moment before you realised he was sitting down beside you. “Hey,” he smiled, and you closed your book so you could lean across and kiss him. “I finished your journals,” he murmured when you had broken apart a little.

“Oh?” you asked. You closed your eyes for a second, ready to hear what he had thought of the thousands of letters you had written him. What if he thought he didn’t know you at all?

When you opened your eyes he was gone from beside you. You looked around and stilled. He was knelt before the couch, eyes wet, looking at you with open adoration.

“I think you’ve waited long enough for me,” he said quietly, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, realising you were shaking only when he started to rub circles into your palm. “Will you marry me, Y/N?”

You were vaguely aware they you had started to cry.  “You’re stuck with me forever,” you told him, pulling him to his feet.

He laughed as you pulled him closer for a kiss. “Is that a yes?” he asked.

“Yes,” you promised. “We’ll grow old together.”

–

You had lived two hundred and fifty-two years, seen wars lost and won, travelled and met people long dead. You had seen terrible loss and incredible beauty, but nothing compared to Anthony’s smile when you said “I do”.

[whatdimissmotherfuckers]

That’s all I need

THIS IS A SERIES CALLED “MAYBE THAT’S THE PROBLEM” PART 1

Word count: 2103 Pairing: Philip x Reader Au: Highschool Au Summary: You tell your friends about the embarassing night with Philip and then you get embarassed again. !!!MASTER OF SUMMARIES Warnings: hella lot of swearing, Nothing else I think. Note: This took way too long. I’m sorry. But not for the haters. I’m sorry for the cute anons who wanted a second part. The third one will come much faster, I hope. I’m sorry that this is mostly dialogue, but its not that short. So, I drew the people appearing in this chapter right here. Does anyone wanna see my Richard Price too? Btw, I really love the characters here, even though they don’t really appear in Hamilton, I know. But like, the way I wrote them and imagine them, they are really fun to write! Who would be down for a Georges or a Richard fic? Okay, enough of the chit chat. Here comes more of Maybe that’s the problem!

“Yes that’s the whole story.”

“This is why you skipped school yesterday?” Theodosia stared at you with widened eyes, slamming her palms against the table.

“Not so fucking loud, Theo. He could see me”, you muttered, trying to hide behind the history book you were holding upside down. Your eyes glimpsed over to the table across the cafeteria, where Philip was sitting with his clique. If you wanted to prevent one thing, it was a sudden encounter with him. 

“I had the same reaction, Theo. I mean. It could’ve been worse right? You could’ve slept with him”, Abigail added, while she poured steaming hot coffee into her cup, making you inhale the aromatic scent.

Just as you wanted to defend yourself, somebody plumped down their tray right next to you, making you jump in surprise, before you looked up. It was John Quincy Adams, Abigail’s brother. Seating next to you, he curiously wiggled his eyebrows.

“Who slept with whom?”, he asked her sister. The amused smirk on his face spoke volumes. “Nobody”, you interfered, before Abigail could say anything you probably didn't want to hear. “Can we just drop the subject?”, you asked annoyed, tapping your foot. Theo shrugged. “Hey, you started it. Not my fault John got wind!”, she pointed out with a sharp undertone to her voice. John twisted his mouth. “(Y/N), I need to know this, don't  be such a tease”, he pleaded, resulting you in letting out a defeated sigh. “If I do, I'm gonna fucking regret this, Quince”, you explained, sinking deeper into your seat. “Probably. Now tell me what's up.”

He started fidgeting around, and shoved the tray with food further away. “God, I hate this crap.” making a dismissive gesture with his hands, his blue eyes were laying on you. “John. You're such a douche. The food is not that bad.”, Theo complained, inspecting the dishes further, before stealing the dessert of his plate. “I've wiped my butt with better stuff. You can have it”, he insisted,  before Nudging you in the side. “Please, (Y/N)”, John drawled out your name.”We're friends! I'm honestly a bit offended right now.”

Well, probably the first right thing he said this week. Despite his lack of empathy and decency, you enjoyed his presence because of snide comments and his honesty, even though you couldn't stand him at first. But eventually, and maybe because of Abigail, you both grew close friends.

The problem was, that he would laugh at you if you told him what really happened. You didn't blame him, if it wasn't so embarrassing, you would've laughed at yourself too.  But today this was really all you could take. “God. If I’m going to tell you, two rules. You can't laugh and you can't tell anybody”, you stated with  narrowed eyes.

“I'm all ears”, John claimed, crossing his arms. For the third time this day, you talked about the Saturday evening, where you've embarrassed yourself in front of Philip,  but left out the awkward breakfast together with him. Before you could even finish your story,  John had already burst into a laugh and propped himself up against the table. You shot him an irritated glare, but it wasn't any good.

Abigail interrupted him, deciding she needed to have the last words. “So now Y/N is crushing horribly on the boy, but also tries to hide before him,  because of reasons I don't understand.” Indignant, you chided in. “Fuck you, Nabby! Also, you were the one saying that he's a huge player!”  “Yeah, but he usually fucks the girls before they sleep in his bed! So maybe I was wrong”, she hollered, and you lowered your head behind the book. “Not so fucking loud! You don’t need to get so aggressive”,you hissed, fixing your eyes on the handsome boy, who was still cluelessly talking with his friends. A sigh escaped from your whole group of friends. With a groan, John stretched.

“Honestly, if that whole story is true, then he probably cares about you. And stop painting him like a villain. I've known him for a bit now, and he's pretty chill. The only thing that’s annoying, is his father.” John's words made you curious,  even though you didn't want to be. Shifting a little closer towards your friend, you digged further into the subject. “What about him?” He gave you a confused look and frowned. “Uhm…  You know, Alexander Hamilton. The man who published his own affair.”

A gasp escaped your lips, and  you glimpsed over to Philip one more time. “That was, before I came to this school, right?”, you asked, tapping thoughtfully against the table.

“Yup”, John confirmed. “ He used to be a bit different way then. Way more open, but just as bold as now. Now he just uses every other weekend as an excuse to get drunk. Or high. Or both.” “I see.”

The four of you spent the rest of the lunch break talking about vanities,but your mind was still occupied with Philip Hamilton. You didn't want to admit it, but he had indeed caught your attention, and you really wanted to get to know him.

Maybe you should give his next party another visit.

“(Y/N).”, the teacher warned you suddenly, putting an end to your daydream. These were the last two lessons of the day, making you even more unconcentrated. “But Mr. Miranda, I wasn’t even doing anything”, you defended yourself, before straightening your back to sit upright. Your Teacher looked at you unimpressed, raising his eyebrows. “Yeah, that's the point. You’re not contributing in this class at all.”, he complained, before clapping his hands. “Okay, we will have a little break everyone, John, please open the windows.”

Your classmate got up to do like he was told to, while the others starting to engage in some small conversations around you, but you didn't feel like talking.  You still couldn't  sort your thoughts and it confused you. What was so interesting about Philip that you couldn’t get him out of your mind? Absorbed in your own thoughts, you started scribbling down on your notepad. You didn’t really know what you were going for, and since your drawing skills were barely average, you didn’t pay much attention to it.

Suddenly, the door of the classroom flew open, and a black mop of hair peeked inside. It was Richard Price, also lovingly called “Dick”, and the best friend of Philip. A sigh escaped your lips. What could he possibly want? But your question was answered faster than you could’ve wished for, as Philip himself walked through the door, a giant bouquet of red roses in his hands.

Without hesitation, he made his way straight to your desk, shoving the bunch of flowers into your hands. A cocky grin was laying on his lips, as he noticed how you started to blush, and he clicked his tongue. Meanwhile, Richard was giving you a once-over and appeared to be unimpressed. “What’s up, Girl?” You could kill Philip for being this laid-back,since he was interrupting a class right now. Mr. Miranda didn’t seem to notice though. As you glimpsed at your teacher, he was violently writing into a small notepad.

“School, obviously. How did you find out where I have class?”, you tried to keep your composure, but on the inside you were screaming. You had never received flowers in your life, and certainly not in this flamboyant way. “I didn’t.”, Philip claimed, making you raise your eyebrows. That didn’t make any sense. “You?”  You addressed Richard, while your eyes were wandering over to him and back to Philip.

“Me neither. I don’t even know you.” The boy claimed, shrugging innocently. Scratching your temple in confusion, you started to contemplate whether they were just messing with you, as someone joined the conversation.

“I told them.” You gasped, as you recognized the voice of John Quincy behind you, who admitted, that he was the one. With widened eyes and filled with indignation, you turned around to him and kicked against one of his shins, making him whimper. “Quince, I thought better of you”, you hissed, as Philip placed an arm around you shoulder. “Come on, he didn’t even tell me your name. So he’s not that huge of a snitch”, Philip reassured you, before stopping in his tracks. “But you could, right now”, he suggested, winking at you.  Furrowing your brows, you shook your head and pushed away his arm, but your fingers lingered a little bit too long on his before you did so. “And why would I? We don’t even know each other”, you said, even though you were already fantasizing about a date with him.

That’s when Richard  joined your conversation, suggesting that you both could get to know each other...on a date. “I don’t know”, you muttered, playing hard to get. Two pair of eyes were staring at you intimidatingly. “I mean, why should I?”, you asked, but immediately regretted it, as John spitted out the gulp of water he had just taken all over the floor. “Jesus Christ, just fucking agree, you’ll be fine, you fucking asshole. We all know you would love to go on date with him, so fuck your “playing hard to get strategy!”, he cursed aggressively, before wiping the water of your table.

At first, you wanted to yell back at him, but then you paused for a minute.After rethinking all of your possibilities, your last thought was “whatever”, which was probably not the most intelligent choice you could make, but here you were.

“One date!”, you clarified, pointing you finger and Philip nodded, slowly lowering himself to you, to caress your cheek. “I won’t be needing more, cherie”, he assured you, and you felt your cheeks flush in an instant. Hastily, you swatted away his hand and he backed away, chuckling slightly. Before he continued to speak, he exchanged a meaningful glance with Richard.

“Okay, so what do you wanna do?”, Philip asked, while running a hand through his curly hair. “Oh.” You hadn’t thought of that yet. What do people usually do on dates. “Like...Going to a movie or something?”, you hesitantly answered and you could see the amusement in both of the boys eyes. “Well. I mean, if you want. We could also go to the theatre or I could book a dinner cruise-”

“What?” You almost choked, interrupting him. Your eyes were widened in surprise, before an expression of disbelief unfolded on your face. Of course, you couldn’t possibly agree to something so expensive, you would owe him for the rest of your life. Shaking your head, you tried not to be impolite. “N-no, no, no.  Let’s.. Let me just visit you..at your home”, you stuttered awkwardly, scratching the back of your head. Your counterpart shrugged, leaning against your table.

“If you want to. Friday?”, he suggested and you slowly tilted you head to the side. “Hm, I don’t know… I have a lot to do on Friday, what about Saturday?”, you explained in a questioning tone. Richard rolled his eyes in annoyance, groaning slightly. Noticing his behaviour, you raised an eyebrow. Had you said something wrong? “My parties are saturdays”, Philip clarified, and you act as if you understood the importance of that.

“Okay. Then...Friday I guess”, you muttered, fidgeting around in your seat.  Philip nodded with a pleased smile on his lips, before grabbing something from your desk, it was the notepad you had drawn on a few minutes ago. Without any hesitation, he ripped out a sheet and showed it to Richard, who stowed the scrap of paper in his jacket after laughing at it.

“Thanks for drawing me”, he said, winking at you. And with that, he left together with Richard, leaving you like the complete mess you were, completely embarrassed and your face buried into the roses he had given to you. You were about to calm down, as you just now noticed that everybody was staring at you like you were some kind of alien.

Sinking deeper into your seat, you hoped Mr. Miranda wouldn’t comment on the situation, and he didn’t. Instead, he waggled his eyebrows at you, which made the circumstances only worse. Thankfully, the teacher continued the lesson a few moments after, but you still felt like nobody was actually paying attention.

Even John, who sat beneath, was glimpsing awfully lot over to you, and at one point, you nudged your elbow into his ribs. “Ouch, what was that for?”, he mumbled quietly, not trying to get the attention of your teacher, but you repeated the action as an answer.

“Everything, Quince.”

[hamjamfamfics-blog]

Official PTA Dad: Alexander Hamilton

Pairing: wife!Reader x husband!Alexander Hamilton Summary: Alexander is the worst PTA dad...until he isn’t. Tags: FLUFF, DOMESTIC, comedy(?) TW: Curse words, weed  Notes: TBH...I can’t tell you why I wrote this or where it came from. My brain just farts ideas. This is also my fics fic wowee jeewillickers so no beta woot woot.

After a solid hour of convincing, and a bit of guilt tripping, you had convinced your husband to accompany you to the school’s bake sale. When you told Alexander, your husband, about it he distractedly mumbled something along the lines of, “If s’not about Phil whatev busy.”

Let’s just say you CTRL+S’d and shut down his laptop after that.

So here you were lugging around boxes of brownies you had baked yourself. Not only that, but there were multiple  flavors of brownies.

You truly felt like the next Julia Child.

I am a fucking baking beast.

Philip skipped ahead, eating one of the Reese’s Peanut Butter brownies you baked, while Alexander still remained engrossed in work. 

You sighed. Beggars can’t be choosers, I guess.

“Here we are, ma! Look, I’m in Class Kindness!  Our classrooms are named after good values.” Philip pointed at the other classrooms. Respect. Responsible. Honesty. Attentive.

You couldn’t help but huff at ‘Attentive’ as you spared a glance behind you at your husband --- still typing away. Once you all entered the classroom, it was abuzz with chatter from children and parents with a disheveled-looking Hercules standing in the eye of the storm.

“Mr. Herc!” Philip called, and rushed over to his grade school teacher. Hercules perked up and noogied Philip’s already messy hair, his eyes found you and your husband.

You waved at him apologetically.  

Hercules clapped his hands together, “Ah! Ok, now that we’re all here we can start.”

The chatter slowly died down as you stood at the back of the class, and Alexander opting to sit on one of the grade schooler’s miniature chairs to type. You hid your giggle behind your hand.

“In a while we’ll be having our annual bake sale to raise funds for your kids’ fieldtrip,” Hercules said, “Thanks again to each family who brought something.”

“It’s not like we had a choice.” John Addams sneered quietly, you glared at him.

“I’m sure you kiddos are excited to do your best for the fieldtrip, right?” Hercules grinned while addressing the kids. The kids nodded, the look they were giving him akin to hero worship.

Hercules huffed dramatically and cupped his ear, “I can’t hear you! Are ya’ll excited?!” The kids shrieked in delight and nodded vigorously.

You jolted when Philip yelled, “UNCLE HERC! UNCLE HERC, I’M EXCITED!!!!” He jumped up and down, frosting smeared on his lips, waving his hands to catch Hercules’ attention.  

John Addams groaned next to you and made a show of covering his ears.

What a buzz kill.

Once Hercules was pleased he brought a finger to his lips, “I got it! Wow, ya’ll are pretty excited. I know I said this’ll be an ordinary bake sale but you know Mr. Herc loves surprising you guys.”

The kids gasped, now on the edge of their seats. Their eyes alight with the new possibility of a surprise. 

“The bake sale will be a competition, and whoever gets the most money will get a trophy for ‘Best Family’!” With one swift motion, Hercules revealed a trophy from behind his back.

The kids lost it.

“My family is obviously gonna win!”

“My daddy is the BEST baker!”

“I want that trophy, mom!”

You glanced down when a small sticky hand clasped yours. 

“Mama, we’re gotta win that trophy.”

Amused, you responded, “Why?”

“Because we’re the Best Family, duhhh!”

Your heart warmed at the sureness of the statement. You opened your mouth to respond but---

“Papa, Philip’s wrong right? We’re the Best Family.”

“That’s right, sweetie. We’re going to get that trophy because...?”

“Jeffersons never lose!”

Philip visibly bristled at the words. And so did the other kids. 

“And besides, the Hamiltons aren’t really competition for us, sugar.”

Philip puffed up his chest, his small fists clenched. You decided to step in.

“And what is that supposed to mean, Mr. Jefferson?”

Thomas Jefferson gave you a bored look, “It means exactly what it means. You don’t exactly stand a chance with your handicap over there.” He then points at Alex, who then perks up at the feeling he’s being talked about. 

Alex’s gaze falls on you and Jefferson, he glares and immediately stands by your side to wrap his arm around your waist.

“Jefferson. What’s your business with my wife?”

“Hamilton. Nothing, just stating facts that you are obviously not getting the prize for Best Family.”

You saw Philip clutch onto Alex’s shirt, “Dad, they’re wrong right?”

Alex smiled down at Philip, “Jefferson is always wrong, son. We’re going to win that trophy. These families don’t stand a chance!”

You noticed the other families overhearing your conversation, “Alex, maybe---”

“Real mature , Hamilton. You argue with me at work and now you’re bringing it to a kid’s bake sale.” Thomas rolled his eyes, “But of course you’re gonna be a child about it.”

Alex smirked, “You sound like you’ve given up.”

Thomas’ kid frowned up at their dad, Thomas glared at Alexander, “We haven’t given up, Hamilton. I’m just saying you’re being very immature and that you’re going to lose.” 

“You two seem so sure that you’re going to win.”

You turn and see Eliza and Maria with their child.

“When we’re going to win.” Eliza shrugged, a smile on her face.

“Ha! Ya’ll don’t stand a chance against my wife’s baking!” Alex declared, pulling you closer. You blushed.

That statement was the catalyst for the most interesting bake sale you’ve ever experienced.

-----

The sun was at his highest. The wind was calm. All was quiet.

“This is ridiculous.” You muttered as your once ‘devil may care’ husband was eyeing for customers --- even encouraging Philip to steal customers from other families. And so, your only son was patrolling the area like a soldier given a strict command.

“I’m doing this for Philip, honey.” Alex muttered, waiting for any sign of human life. Preferably human life with money.

You snorted, “One, you’re doing it to beat Jefferson. Two, it’s no use no class is out ye--”

“DAD! THERE’S A JANITOR!!!” 

The janitor wandered closer --- with his wallet. 

Child and parent were calling the janitor with varying amounts of vigor. The janitor seemed confused but came closer anyway and looked through the baked goods.

You saw Philip hold onto the janitor’s hand, “Hey, mister! We have some really great brownies! My mom baked ‘em so y’know they’re great!”

Philip flashed his signature ‘get out of trouble’ toothy smile. 

You could practically see  the moment the janitor’s resolve melted. The parental pride between you and Alexander grew.

When the janitor was about to get to your booth.

“Ack!” 

Jefferson’s child was on the floor, it looked like they were about to cry. The janitor immediately went over to the distressed child.

“Are you ok?”

“N-No...”

“Aww...it’s ok, do you want to go to the nurse.”

They sniffled and wiped their tearless eyes, “N-No.” 

The janitor was at a loss.

“B-But,” They looked up at him, “It would cheer me up if you bought a cookie, mister...”

The janitor smiled and helped the kid up, “Of course.”

Alex gawked when the janitor bought the cookie and left, Jefferson high-fived his ‘miraculously uninjured’ child and smirked at him.

“Looks like I got the first sale.”

Alex eyes narrowed.

----- Now that it was lunch, all the students were flocking to the bake sale and no stall was empty. You had to admit, Alex’s tactic of using Philip’s charm was working in your favor as more and more of your brownies were sold.

“That’s right! Come, kids, and buy Addams’ lemon squares!” Addams called, holding lemon squares in his bare hand. 

That can’t be sanitary...

You ignored him and smiled at your husband who was taking charge of organizing the money while he appointed you as ‘the face’ of the stall.

“Of course you’ll be the face of our business.”

“And why is that?”

“With a beautiful face like yours, who wouldn’t want to come to our stall?”

You blushed at the memory and smiled at the customers as they bought more brownies. 

“Le-mon squares! Fresh lemon squares! They’re delicious!” Addams yelled.

A sudden hard kiss against your cheek made you jolt, you turned and saw Alexander smirking at you.

“Looks like you’re doing a great job of charming the customers.” He pecked you on the nose, “At this rate we’ll beat them all.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. Alexander’s excitement for the most random things is one of the many reason why you were attracted to him. 

“These are the world renowned Addams’ lemon squares! Taste ‘em while you can!” 

“You only want to beat Jefferson,” He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and you leaned against him as you organized, “And how are you so confident that we’re going to win? What if the brownies taste bad?”

Alex smirked against your cheek, “They don’t.”

You paused and raised an eyebrow at him, “You haven’t even tasted one.”

“I’ve been married to you for years, I know that you’re great in whatever you set your mind to. I don’t have to taste it to know that they’re amazing.” 

You blushed, a smile slowly forming on your lips. You were so in love.

You twisted your head to look at Alex, who was glancing down at your lips, and moved to kiss him but---

“HOW CAN YOU RESIST ADDAMS’ LEMON SQU---”

“NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR DUMB LEMON SQUARES, JOHN!!!” Alex yelled as he loosened his hold on you to glare at Addams.

You burst out laughing with tears forming in your eyes, your whole body shook with mirth. Alex then turned his attention back to you and leaned in for a kiss but---

“Euw! Cooties!” 

You both looked at the child with their nose scrunched up at the two of you. They put down the brownie and go to another stall.

Alex lets you go and you pout at him. He chuckles, “Sorry, honey. Cooties are bad for business.”

-----

After a while you spot Lafayette and Laurens, Laurens carrying a couple more boxes.

“The infantry has arrived!” Alex yelled and waved them over, “Here, guys!” 

They come over and hand over the boxes to Alex, you eye them curiously, “What’re those?”

Laurens smiled, “Alex texted something about beating Jefferson with brownies, so I brought some from home.”

Alex wiggled his brows at you, “More ammo to defeat the velvet beast!”

“I heard that, Hamilton!” Jefferson yelled.

“You were supposed to, motherfu---”

You pinched his side and narrowed your eyes at Alex.

“...F-Futher? Motherfather?”

You smiled, content. Lafayette and Laurens snickered. You think you saw Laurens mouth the word ‘whipped’ to Lafayette which caused even more giggles.

“Thanks for the help, guys. It’ll mean a lot to Philip,” You paused, “And Alex ---mostly.”

Lafayette laughed, “No problem! I’ll even buy one.” He picked a random brownie, “How much?”

“10 dollars.” Alex answered.

“For me?”

“20 dollars.” 

“Quoi??? (What???) ” Lafayette placed the brownie back down on the table. 

“Nu-uh-uh, you touched it. You have to buy it now.” You tutted with a smirk on your face.

Alex grinned at you then at Lafayette, “What she said.” 

“But we’re friends!”

“This is war and you’re rich. Spare some money to the cause.”

You were laughing as Lafayette groaned and reluctantly handed over the twenty to Hamilton.

“This better be good, mon ami (my friend).” Lafayette ate the brownie and moaned, “Worth it.” He said with a full mouth.

“Merci! (Thanks!)” You were giddy to hear somebody found what you made delicious.

You turned your gaze to Laurens, “I know you’re rich too.”

Laurens shook his head with a small smile on his face and coughed over a twenty, “You’re a shark, Y/N...” He popped the whole brownie in his mouth then gave two enthusiastic thumbs up.

“We’re going to go over and catch up with the others,” Lafayette said, “Goodluck!”

-----

“Mom! The faculty wants to buy from us!” Philip called excitedly, dragging along Hercules and a couple of other teachers.

You looked down to see there were no brownies left, you frowned.

“Oh, honey, we don’t have anymore brownies.”

Philip visibly deflated.

“Wait!” Alex ambled over and took out the box Laurens brought over, “You can buy the whole box for 30.”

You chewed on your lip and whispered to him, “Do you even know what’s in there?”

“...Brownies?”

“No, like, do you know where they came from? Who baked it?”

Alex pursed his lips, “I think Laurens baked in college so he probably made this.”

“Ok...” You turned your attention to the teachers who just got to your stall, “That’ll be 30 dollars please.”

-----

The bake sale was over and the parents were cleaning up as their children took naps inside the classroom. 

As you were cleaning up and Alexander counting the money, you saw Hercules walking towards your stall with a dopey smile on his face. You smiled and waved at him.

At least he looks more relaxed now.

“Hey, Herc. What’s up?”

Hercules giggled, you saw Alex perk up at Hercules’ name, “Mmmm fine,” His frowned, “Um, Y/N, y’know those brownies?”

You nodded slowly, “Yes...?”

He ran an hand across his face, “Did ya...did ya bake ‘em?”

“No...” You said, Alexander stood next to you and examined his friend worriedly.

Suddenly, he burst out into giggles, “Ooohhh...ok cool. Well, um, ok. You see--"

“Hercules,” Alex touched his friend’s arm, “Are you high?”

Hercules nodded slowly, “Stoned. Very stoned. College level stoned.”

“WHAT???” You panicked remembering that the teacher’s faculty bought a whole box from you. 

“Oh my god,” Alex groaned, “Who the fudge brought the pot brownies???” he paused, “LAURENS!”

“Shhh shhh shh...” Hercules pressed a finger to your lips, “It’s ok, just wanted to clarify and I need some help.”

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“For the record, I questioned where he got the brownies.” You said as you dropped off another teacher to their home.

Alex sighed from the backseat, “I kno---”  A hand suddenly grabbed onto Alex’s face, “Mmph!”

You glanced at the rear view mirror to see a teacher slowly splaying their arms and legs, eyes wide and red rimmed, and pushing against everyone at the back seat “Metamorphosis...transcendence.”

With a huff, Alex pushed the arm away only to be pushed by another teacher, “I’VE DISCOVERED A NEW COLOR! IT’S THE MIXTURE OF RED AND BLUE!”

Alex groaned, “That’s purple.”

There was an old teacher using Alex’s shoulder as a pillow and steadily drooling on him, you tried very hard not to laugh to not wake Philip in the front seat next to you. 

The teacher, turned butterfly you think, started flapping his arms like a butterfly which smacks Alex --- right in the face.

“Ow!” Alex slapped his hands away, “You’re not a butterfly, stop it!” Then held the teacher’s arms down, “You’re in a car, this is no place to fly!”

You almost swerve from how hard you were laughing. 

NO. Focus on the road.

“You know what? Fuck it.” 

“Alex!” You checked to see if Philip was still asleep. He was.

Thank god.

“Even if we don’t win, I’m pretty sure we’re Best Family.” Alex said confidently.

“Is it because we got most funds?” You teased, “Or maybe it’s because we’re bringing a bunch of stoned teachers home?”

“Well, that and because of how well we all worked as one today,” You glanced at him, he was looking out the window thoughtfully, “It felt really nice to spend time with you two.”  

You felt butterflies in your stomach. 

Was this college again or what?

You kept one hand on the steering wheel and eyes on the road as you reached behind with your free hand.

“Alexander.” 

He turned to look at you, then at your outstretched hand. You didn’t have to turn back to see his warm smile.

Alex took your hand and stroked the back of it with his thumb idly.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

[glitterinmyveinss]

// Back to the Basics //

steve- o x fem!reader

summary: you and steveo used to be best friends, knowing eachother since highschool and all. but growing up sucks. Especially when your best friend who you had/have a massive crush on now does coke off of models backs.

❥ ༄ you were so happy for steve-o when his career as a stunt man finally took off. you've know him since highschool and knew that it was definitely the right career for him. You remembered how you two would always go to the park after school and you would just sit and watch him skate, occasionally you would ask him to teach you.

❥༄ "well first you have to put your foot on the board dude" steveo said with a sarcastic tone. you looked at him and pouted "obviously i know that but which one?" for once, he was looking at 𝘆𝗼𝘂 like you were the dumb one. of course you kinda knew which foot you were supposed to put on the board, but steveo just intimated you so much you lost all knowledge around him and it was like your brain was constantly short circuiting. it was that or all the pot you guys smoked last period. he shook his head and laughed. "put down your most dominant foot babe." your heart did a little skip at that. it wasn't unusual for steveo to use pet names with you, but still, everytime he did it made you flustered...and confused. hesitantly, you put your foot on the board. steveo nodded then spoke up "ok now your other foot, then stand sideways, and push with the first foot you put down." you did as told and started moving. you guys were both laughing as you started to get the hang of it "awesome y/n you're better than when i started!" you blushed and smiled at him "thanks stevie" he gave you a soft smile, then ushered for you to follow him. "come on man let's get some tacos from this truck i'm starved." you got off the board and handed it to him and began following him. you loved this side of steve. everyone else thought he was jsut some rich obnoxious asshole who loved attention. and while that wasn't too far from the truth, he still had a loveable side like everyone else. he was extremely funny and could make you smile no matter what mood you were in, he was actually pretty smart at times, and was whole heartedly kind. to you at least. not so much everyone else. you wish everyone could see his soft side so they would understand why you hung out with him, but you also liked how it was reserved just for you.

❥༄ now it's 2002 and "Jackass: The Movie" was doing rounds in the ticket office. Your and Steveos relationship became basically non existent ever since he joined jackass. he started blowing you off to go hang out with other people you didn't even know, started partying a lot more, (if that was even possible) and he was always busy filming stunts, or being in the er. you tried not to bug him about it, afraid of seeming clingy and like you wanted to drag him down, which of course you didn't. you just wanted your friend back. It was a thursday evening and you had just gotten back from your big girl office job. ever since you were little you knew you wanted to leave your home town. It just always felt so small and closed off from the rest of the world to you. you wanted to live somewhere more progressive. so you got serious about school and were able to get a stable, good paying job in san diego. you went to your room, changed, then plotted down on your couch with some greasy fast food. hey you were single and lived alone, so you sometimes forgot to get groceries. you turned on the tv and began flipping through channels. the station it landed on was MTV, you were skeptical about leaving it on, knowing that everytime you saw steveo now, it tugged at your heart. You watched him change, for better and for worse. of course he's always been completely insane, but he had a soft side to him. now all you ever see is him intoxicated. you decided to leave it on. "maybe they won't even play jackass" you thought to yourself. the commercials ended and the intro for "MTV cribs" began to play and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. but once the episode started, you were stunned. it was apparently a "jackass exclusive" episode where steveo and all his other cast members were showing their "cribs." you knew you should turn it off, or find something else to watch, but you didn't want too. the tv began to show steveo, wasted as ever. you watched in disappointment as he began showing his disgusting apartment, putting hot sauce in his eye, and breaking stuff. Of course this was normal for him, but seeing him on tv do it, knowing millions of others were watching, made your heart hurt for him. "i guess his dream came true..." you thought to yourself. you've been knowing for a while yours and steveos relationship was basically over, but this was the breaking point for you. you put your food away, shut the tv off, and curled up into bed. just staring at your ceiling remembering all the good times and how they were over.

❥༄ It was a cold autumn day when your boss called you into her office. the leaves were changing, the air became crisp, and your outfits became a lotttt cuter. it was your favorite season so you were in a good mood when you walked into her office. "hey you needed to see me?" you asked while giving her a hug and handing her a coffee. "thanks! and yeah i have great news for you!" you gasped and put your hands over your mouth. "tell me!" she had a huge smile on her face while she spoke " the board is sending you to LA to get more info for our project! they think you're the perfect candidate for the job." of course you were happy hearing this, it meant you got to travel, even if it was for work, and you've never been to LA before. but you were a little shaken at the thought of being in the same city as steve o after all this time. your boss gave you all the information you needed for you trip and sent you back to your cubicle.

❥༄ a week later, and you were on your way to LA. You were driving there alone, insisiting your boss that you were fine. you tuned on the radio and cool by gwen stefani began playing. as you listened to the lyrics, you began wondering if you and steveo would ever have a relationship like that, where you could be happy and proud for eachother for finding another love, but then again, did you even want a relationship with him at all if it wasn't him as 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 partner? you couldn't see your self being in love with anyone else, you've never been in love with anyone else. 2 hours and 30 minutes later, you made it to your hotel. you grabbed your bags from the car, checked in, and settled in your room. once you were done, you noticed the time, 5:00. "most bars have happy hour right now.." you thought to yourself." you've always wanted to be in LA, so you decided to let loose and find a bar.

❥༄ you changed form your juicy tracksuit, put on a cuter outfit, and added some makeup. you began walking around looking for a bar. once you found one, you walked in and sat at the bar "a sex on the beach please" you told the bartender with a smile. he gave you your drink and you sipped it in silence, already regretting coming here. you weren't that social to begin with, and it's not like you knew anyone. you regretted not having your boss come along. all of a sudden, you heard some loud voices walk in. it sounded like a bunch of guys so you just stayed staring ahead. you would drink your cocktail, go home, change, and watch 10 things i hate about you for the millionth time. then, you heard a voice you knew all too well speak up. "2 budweisers bud" just your luck. steveo was 3 feet away from you. you noticed him look at you then look away, then snap his neck and look back. "holy shit y/n" you turned to look at him, and you wish you didn't. this was your first time seeing and hearing him in person and not through a tv and he still looked beautiful as ever "o-oh! hey stevie" you always called him that. everyone else called him steveo and steve but you just started calling him stevie one day and it stuck. he gave you a hug while smiling you returned it, hoping he wouldn't notice how your shoulders tensed or how your heart was daring to jump out your chest. even with some alcohol in your system he still made you incredibly nervous. damn it. he pulled away from the hug but stayed close. "what are you doing here. you're still in san diego right?" you fidgeted with your hands and had a nervous smile on your face as you spoke. "i'm here for work" he nodded "oh right on!" he seemed really happy to see you actually, but a part of you was telling you that it was just an act and he couldn't give 2 shits about what you were up too. i mean how happy could he be if he never bothered to call anymore? you noticed he was kind of staring at you, then he spoke up "you look r-really good" he said shyly with a soft smile, which was rare from him, and it felt so nostalgic to see him like that again. "thanks so do you" you said while playing with your hair. it was a nervous fidget you had. then all of a sudden, a tall man with dark hair and dark sunglasses came up to you both. it none other than the johnny knoxville. "where's my beer o?" he spoke. steveo jumped a little and looked away from you "here man" johnny took the can then turned to face you. "oh sorry am i interrupting something?" before steveo could even say anything though, you spoke up "oh no i was...just about to leave." you got down from the chair and slinged your purse on your shoulder. "bye boys" you said as you walked out. as much as you wanted to stay and talk to steveo while staring into his eyes, you knew he was officially done with you. he was hanging out with the big shots now. including bam margera and tony hawk. he was banging models and getting wasted daily. he was living life like a rockstar, like he always wanted, and you didn't wanna ruin that for him. it always seemed that you and steveo were from completely different worlds, but now it was painfully obvious. and you didn't belong in his, or so you thought.

❥༄ you were a few blocks from the bar when you began to hear someone behind you running and yelling "y/n wait!" you turned around and saw steveo coming towards you, with your phone in his hand. once he caught up to you he handed it to you "you left this back there" you grabbed the phone while shaking your head "gosh not again!" you put the phone in your purse then turned to him "thanks you're a life saver." he laughed at your comment "still a klutz huh?" he said with a playful smirk. you gave him one back. "old habits die hard" he let out a little chuckle, then his expression slightly changed from playful to serious. "speaking of that.. i meant what i said back there. you look good." you stared at him, not really knowing what to say. it seemed like he was holding back. he noticed that you knew this and continued " i mean seeing you was like a breath of fresh air" he said with a slight chuckle. you could tell he was tipsy. he was always sweet when he was tipsy. "your face reminds me of when everything was more...simple." you started to get angry. not necessarily at him but at the whole situation. and him saying that angered you even more. simple? did he think you were just some plain jane who had nothing better to do but hang out with him? "what is that supposed to mean?" you said while crossing your arms. he held his hands up in defense. " i didn't mean anything bad by it! it's just...you remind me of...before you know?" he said nervously. you'll admit, he was being ridiculously cute right now, but your anger was getting the better of you. "oh before you became an overnight celebrity and ditched me for brad pitt and lindsey lohan?" "y/n no please jsut list-" you cut him off. "no steve just stop....just stop." tears began to sting the corners of your eyes. you cursed yourself for always being so emotional. you spoke up, your voice shaky. "i was fine with leaving us and all the good times in the past and letting go, but now here you are pouring salt on all my wounds" steveo was staring at you, his face deathly serious and his eyes wide. "why do you think you have to leave us in the past?" you laughed at this. was he serious? "seriously? i mean come on steve we haven't talked in forever and...you're just...different now" he stared at you, looking genuinely hurt, and you knew he hated it when people called him steve, he told you so back in sophmore year when you guys were on the swings at some random park,

"𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

you snapped out of your memory when steveo began shouting back at you "you think i haven't noticed y/n? i mean fuck, i just got off a bender, and i'm probably gonna go on another one." you stared at him dumbfounded. "that's not my fault steve i-" "yeah it is!" he yelled at you. you blinked and stepped back. "w-what?" he looked away from you and ran a hand through his short hair while looking down at his shoes. "ever since you left to san diego i've been lost man. you stared at him as he continued. " i've always been crazy but when i was with you... i was able to stop and be me. you didn't expect me to do any stunts, you didn't expect money or drugs from me, you just accepted me for me. the first time we hung out was the first time i felt normal, like i didn't have to put up an act so you would stay interested." it's true that you left him first. once you turned 18 you moved to san diego and started looking for jobs within your field. you didn't know how much this affected steveo thought, you didn't know he needed you as much as you needed him. while you were standing there, staring at him, in shock, he got tired of your silence. "man forget it." he waved his hand and began walking away. you snapped out of your trance and began yelling for him "no stevie! come back." he turned around, with cold eyes. you walked up to him and began to speak "i didn't know you felt that way. i didn't know you needed me as much as i needed you..." you let out a sad laugh "as much as i still need you. im sorry" you looked up at him to catch his reaction, but he was already staring at you, and as soon as your eyes locked, it was like something inside of him snapped. he grabbed your face and kissed you, hard. you were frozen for a second, you always wanted this and it was hard to believe that it was happening. but you pushed all those feelings back and melted into the kiss, putting your hands around his neck while his snaked down to your waist. you pulled away first, and smiled at him. he stepped back then spoke "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that" you laughed at his cheesey comment, then slapped his forehead. he grabbed his forehead and groaned "what the hell was that for?" you laughed at him and rubbed the area you slapped, as a sorry. "for not telling me you liked me back all those years ago!" he looked at you with a soft smile. "well let me make it up to you... how about we get lunch tomorrow? or breakfast or dinner whatever's best for you." he said while scratching his neck. you laughed at how nervous he was "how about dinner and a movie...the new star wars is out we can watch that!" he laughed at your excitement "ok geek sounds good" you just laughed it off and smiled at him. you guys were stuck staring at eachother for a minute before you spoke up "walk me to my room?" he grabbed your hand "lead the way babe" you missed that nickname. you giggled as you two began walking away, forever thankful for this evening. it felt you two were back to the basics.

authors note: hope you guys liked this! i know a lot of stuff in here is inaccurate but for the sake of the fic let's pretend everything's ok! also this was inspired by lana del reys unreleased song "back to the basics"