#thomas jefferson x elizabeth schuyler

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Thomas Jefferson x Elizabeth Schuyler (idk what the ship name is or if it is even a thing but ok)

Because Alexander was never hers to lose. Even after the betrayal, the turns and the lies, Alexander belonged to many places, more than she could mention, but enough to know who she married.

He belonged to the war, to his work, to Washington's orders, to his writings, to his damned obsession with his legacy, to flattery, to revolution... And when it came to people, she knew how much her sister understood him, she heard the name John Laurens in his dreams on more than one occasion and, recently, Maria Reynolds was not the cause of the ruin of her marriage, she was just another piece in the mountain that Alexander liked to call his legacy.

So she couldn't blame her, not even hate her, because that would mean that she had to hate Alexander in the same way, and no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't succeed.

When Thomas Jefferson knocked on her door, she assumed he was there to remind her husband that he had ruined more than one life. Because she believed that was how he was, after all, the things she heard from that man were the things her husband and sister told her, and none of them were even remotely good enough to keep the door open.

He put his foot in the way, preventing her from leaving him behind. She sighed tiredly, feeling like that might be enough to break her once again.

"He is not at home" he murmured, opening just a little more, keeping his gaze downcast, "can you please go away?"

"Not looking for him."

"There is no one else, please leave."

At first, she thought she had become the object of the man's mockery, and she tried to close the door even harder. When the man shrieked "fuck Hamilton" and then had to clarify "except those with Schuyler blood," with a pained look on his face, she couldn't help but smile.

And she felt bad for having hurt his foot, so she cordially invited him in. And he had the most pleasant afternoon since "that event," in the company of a man who was supposed to be despicable.

And so they became good friends. Eliza taught him to "be less extreme and more sweet", Jefferson taught her to "be tougher if she needed to." Jefferson did not even feed the pain and resentment that Eliza must have felt towards Hamilton, and he hated Alexander, of course, but he didn't want Eliza to know what pure hatred was, so he took it upon himself to hate him for her.

That's it. This is how they fell in love.

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Chaos at the Theatre part 1 (Musical with You)

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Aziraphale always loved the theater and everything about it. The costumes, the script writing, the scenery, and the acting. This is why Crowley had arranged for them to go and see it. It was a surprise for Aziraphale. As they entered the Troubadour Wembley Park Theatre, Aziraphale drew in an excited breath. He enjoyed the busing of the crowd. People talking animatedly, hands moving, some even softly humming the show tunes. Crowley looked around, frowning slightly. He hated crowds, shows and music, but it made Aziraphale incredibly happy. Aziraphale did things he didn’t like much to make Crowley happy. 

“Want to get some tea and Eccles cakes?” Aziraphale asked Crowley, pointing to a small cart.

Crowley nodded and they walked off to get some sweets.

There was a line, and both couldn't help but overhear the conversations around them.

Two well-dressed men were in a light conversation. They were obviously American. One man was tall, slender with hair brushed up and over to the side. The other man was on the shorter side but held himself with great confidence. 

“Thank you for this Rafa.”

“You’re welcome, Sonny. I knew that we would both be in London for the conference so I thought it would be great to get tickets. I wanted to surprise you with tickets to a Broadway play, but I know that you love Newsies, and I thought it would be a great thing to see since we were going to be in London”

Sonny leaned and gave Rafa a kiss on the cheek.

Rafa’s phone buzzed.

He smiled and showed the text to Sonny.

“Looks like Amanda and Olivia are having fun at the Maneskin concert. Apparently Maneskin is performing their new song, Honey, Are You Coming? I can’t believe they are dressed like that!” Sonny laughed. 

Crowley’s attention turned to a group of some college aged women and men. They were dressed in a particular manner. The women had on long formal dresses and the men looked like they were dressed as if they were straight out of the late 1700s. The gaggle of youngsters were joking around. 

“Alex, I can’t believe you did that!” One commented

“Hey, it is not my fault Jefferson is so annoying! He deserved to get pushed into the pool!”

“Yes, but you still shouldn’t do that. Would you like that if I did that to you?”

“Aaron, you can do literally anything to me.” 

The man called Aaron turned away blushing. 

“Plus, Jefferson is so annoying. He said it was stupid to go and see a musical all the way in England and that I have to be a better role model.”

“Yeah, like he was any standing” Chimed in Lafayette 

“We all know that he and Madison are a total item,” Hercules laughed.

Crowley looked over at a pair of men who looked very out of place. 

One of them was wearing a black t-shirt which read drink coffee, hail Satan and wore an upside down cross around his neck. A worn gray and dark green flannel was draped loosely around him. 

The man standing next to him, was shorter than him with a tanned complexion. If you had to picture what a stereotypical nerd was you would come up with him. He had on a striped polo shirt and a light purple suit jacket. 

The man with the hail Satan t-shirt glanced at Crowley who, like him, was dressed in mostly black. 

The man’s what Crowley only could presume to be his boyfriend was talking to the girls in the formal dresses. The man looked as though he was being forced to be there and was trying hard not to scowl. Crowley muttered to him. 

“Forced to be here by your boyfriend” The man nodded.

“He said that we were going to a death metal concert. But I should’ve known. The most rock and roll type of music he listens to is the velvet underground. What about you? Why are you here?”

“I surprised my boyfriend. I detest musicals and theatre but since he always accommodating me, I thought I might as well as try to do something he likes.” 

The man smiled. 

“I like your t-shirt.”

“Thanks, I mostly do it to piss people off. I like to see their smiles disappear.” 

Suddenly the man’s boyfriend appeared. 

“Gilfoyle come on, Elizabeth, Eliza and Peggy are inviting us to go and meet some of the actors before the musical starts.” 

“Pleasant meeting you” Crowley stated as the man was dragged away by his boyfriend over the girls who had separated themselves out from the boys.

The lights flickered indicating that the show was about to begin. The patrons made their way into the expansive theatre. Seats were taken as the lights began to dim. A collective breath was held as the musical began. 

It opened on two characters, high up, with the cityscape of New York behind them. The set design was amazing.

“They say folks is dying to get here. Me I’m dying to get away to a little town out west.” 

The first song began. It sent shivers doing everyone’s spines. A few minutes later the set changed and revealed several boys standing and getting ready for the morning. The crowd erupted in cheers as the first dance number began

“Ain’t it a fine life carrying the banner through it all. A mighty fine life, carrying the banner tough and tall. When the bell rings, we goes where we wishes, we’s as free as fishes, sure beats washing dishes. What a fine life carrying the banner home free all.”

The actors flipped, danced, and sang much to the crowd’s pleasure. Crowley looked over as saw Aziraphale positively beaming with delight. The Newsies were quickly being broken apart by the Delancey Brothers and other union busters. The audience’s eyes followed the chaos as one of the characters was caught and dragged away. As Jack Kelly began to sing Santa Fe, there was not a dry eye in the house. Aziraphale took out a handkerchief to tap at his eyes.

“Sante Fe!

My old friend I can't spend my whole life dreamin',

Though I know that's all I seem inclined to do.

I ain't gettin' any younger, and I wanna start brand new.

I need space, and fresh air-

let 'em laugh in my face, I don't care-

Save my place, I'll be there...

Just be real is all I'm askin', not some painting in my head,

'Cause I'm dead if I can't count on you today.

I got nothin' if I ain't got Sante Fe!”

The crowd cheered as the song came to a finish. The emotions were displayed clearly on the actor’s face and through his voice. Everyone felt their collective hearts break for Jack Kelly. 

 The audience got up and filed out to the common area for some more drinks. 

Aziraphale asked Crowley “So did Hell have anything to do with the poor working conditions of those children and the higher price for newspapers?”

Crowley nodded “Yes, Hell did have some influence in Pulitzer’s idea to raise the price. Greed is often traced back to Hell.”

“I quite like your suit” The young man named Alex came up and complimented Aziraphale.

“People don’t have fashion sense anymore.” 

“Yours is quite nice as well” Aziraphale returned. 

“I always enjoyed the 1700s fashion.” 

“Same here. The only problem with the 1700s is King George. God he is annoying. He is always like “you belong to me” and “I’ll kill all of you” So extra” The young man rolled his eyes.

Crowley and Aziraphale gave each other a strange look. 

“And don’t get me started on Jefferson. He thinks he is soooo much better than everyone else because he went to France.” 

One of the girls came up to Alex, and stated that Aaron was getting mad, because apparently Alex had changed his ringtone to Never gonna give you up.

Alex replied “Angie, he must accept Rick Astley as his lord and savior.” 

The girl sighed and tugged on Alex’s arm.

“Go apologize to him, Alex.” 

The young man and woman walked away.

“That is peculiar. It seems as though they believe they are in the 1700s. I mean they have to realize they are in 2023? A whole musical was even written about them in 2015."  Aziraphale remarked.

“Time is a unique thing. Past and present seem to collide much more often than we think” Crowley replied, shrugging. 

The lights dimmed once more and the audience walked back into the theatre, taking their seats. The musical started up again with an energetic tap number. Kathrine, the young woman who wanted to prove herself, joined in the boys tapping. The audience enjoyed the dancing as a much-needed break from the previously mentioned song. The musical traveled one, with Kathrine being outed as Pulitzer's daughter. And a beautiful love song between Jack and Kathrine proved that they believed in each other and would not let anything stand in their way. 

The newsies were back, fighting together. Fighting for all the young workers who were being abused. 

“There’s change coming once and for all” The actors sang out.

To everyone’s surprise, even more actors were walking up the aisle towards the main stage. It was very powerful to be fully surrounded by the characters, as though you were part of the very movement.

The musical came to an end with Sniper being arrested and Pulitzer coming to an agreement with Jack. The actors took a final bow and were given a standing ovation. 

The crowd left the theatre talking about the show. Everyone was buzzing with their opinions and thoughts. 

Some of the crowd were taking turns grabbing photos with a newspaper stand in the common area. The two men Aziraphale and Crowley noticed talking in front of them were about to stand in front of the newspaper stand.

“Excuse me, would you be able to take a photo of us?” The lanky man asked Aziraphale.

Aziraphale replied with an “of course” 

After the photo was snapped, the shorter man thanked them. 

“This is our first time in England. We thought we might as well go and see Newsies since we are huge Broadway fans.” 

The taller man smiled.

“Not just fans, you actually have performed in theatre. He was excellent in Tick, Tick, Boom!”

“Local theatre, Sonny.” The man corrected him, blushing. 

“Theatre is theatre. “Arts are very important,” Aziraphale added.

The two men walked off holding hands. 

Slowly Aziraphale and Crowley made their way out the front doors.

“That was magical,” Aziraphale exclaimed, leaning in to kiss Crowley on the cheek.

“Thank you for the surprise.”

“Anything for you Angel” Crowley responded, with a smile he only showed for Aziraphale. 

Crowley and Aziraphale traveled back to their house. Crowley even had to admit he might have enjoyed the musical, although he would never say that out loud. The final was moving. Once and for all they were truly satisfied. Crowley and Aziraphale love were louder than words.

[atombombbibunny]

The Shop

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 5215

Warnings: Some cussin’

Summary: Y/N’s uncle had offered her, her first job knowing she was saving up in advance for college. It just so happened that The Thomas Jefferson is working there and will be training her.

A/N: Omfg, this is my first time writing in third person, its probably shit. It took so much strength not to write in first person. Anyways, this is a story I wrote forever ago with a different fandom (Harry Styles.) I thought this would work, does this work? I hope this worked.....I had no idea how to end this..........................

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It was the first day of Y/N’s first job and she could only hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she entered the small grocery store. Living in a small town proved to have some perks like everyone knowing everyone, and the fact that her uncle owned the store itself. He knew she was attempting to save some money for school as she would be graduating in two years.

She had no reason to be freaking out, her uncle like her and she liked him.

Everything would be fine.

Oh god, what if she started a fire? The whole town would know it was her.

As a hand fell down on her shoulder she practically leapt out of her own skin.

“There’s my favorite niece!” She spun a full 180 degrees to be eye to eye with her uncle, she shook her head before shooting him a look. “I’m your only niece uncle Jack.” He flashed her a goofy smile before patting her shoulder. “Come, I’ll show you around.” Before the two of them could move an inch, the door rang out as someone entered, her uncles face went straight as he stared down the entering being. “Little late there Thomas.” Y/N glanced behind her at the person getting scolded by her usually easy-going uncle.

To her surprise it was Thomas Jefferson, the so-called god of her high school. The man looked exhausted. “Sorry, mom needed me.” He muttered, his eyes on his shoes. Jack raised an eyebrow. “She okay?” He questioned as his face was now filled with genuine concern. “She’s fine, I guess.” He finally raised his head, his eyes flashed at Y/N before looking directly at her uncle.  After a nod from Jack he rushed past the two of them barely grazing her shoulder but still enough to earn a mumbled. “Sorry.” From him.

“That was Thomas.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she tilted her head to the side, she glanced to the door Thomas was now closing and locking behind him. “Really, I would have never guessed.” She felt like he forgot she was hear and didn’t just hear their whole conversation. “His moms been sick.” She quickly lifted her head and dropped her shoulders; her heart sank in her chest. Now she felt like shit. “He uh, goes to my school. Hes a senior.” Jack smiled lightly while leaning against the cashier counter. “So good you know each other, he’ll be training you.” His smile spread to a full grin.

Y/N didn’t actually know Thomas, she knew of him. But the two had never held an actual conversation. He was basically (as cliché as it sound) the school heart breaker, and an apparently amazing kisser. (Said information passed onto her from her friend Katie who had one to many wine coolers and got a taste.)

Thomas soon exited the room now in a bright blue polo with the stores name stitched into it, he made his way back towards Y/N’s uncle who looked rather short next to him. Y/N’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over the boy’s body, his arms looked practically stuffed into the shirt’s tight sleeves, his curls bounced with every small movement. It was only when Thomas’ arm moved forward did she realize her uncle was introducing the two of them.

A tight grip: was met with Y/N’s small hand as they shook hands for a second. “Hi.” She murmured as the burning sensation on her neck grew. After Thomas moved to behind the counter Jack smirked. “Well, I have to run, I’m sure you’ll do great today.” The last of his sentence was a mere whisper of encouragement to Y/N.

Just as Y/N began to turn to Thomas to say something a shirt was thrown at her head and covered her face. “Get changed.” He ordered while stifling a chuckle. Y/N tore the suffocating shirt from her head and stormed to the door she had originally seen Thomas enter.

Once she exited the back room and was now in the rather itchy blue polo, Y/N noticed that Thomas was now nowhere to be found. She soon found him stocking shelves, a rather pain in the ass smile resting on his face. “Get lost?” He teased, his eyes never leaving the inventory he was placing on the shelves.

“No.” Y/N grumbled, her glare unnoticed or unfazing towards Jefferson. She pushed on as she watched his every movement. “So, what are we doing, stocking shelves?”

“No.” Thomas began as he placed his last can on the top shelf, Y/N raised a curious eyebrow as there were plenty of boxes still placed on the floor. “You’re stocking the shelves.” He said leaning against the shelving behind him. “You’re really going to just sit there and watch me?” She asked before slumping down on her knees and pulling open the closest box. “Yep.” A smug smirk broke across his face as she let out a light groan. Y/N rolled her eyes while facing the shelf, she was regretting taking this offer already. “Like this?” She asked coldly while setting down can after can of peas down.

Thomas just nodded and continued to watch.

They were stuck in and awkward silence, the speakers only playing quiet music around the storm, and fading in and out of static from the rain now pouring outside.

“We go to the same school don’t we.” Thomas finally said, causing a slight jump from Y/N, he chuckled softly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” Y/N attempted to hide the heat creeping up her cheeks and continued to work, refusing to look back at the lazy body behind her.

 “Yeah, we do.” She answered quietly. The ambiance of the store felt like a library, and Y/N felt like she needed to be just as quiet. “I knew it, I’ve seen you around.” Y/N smiled gently at the acknowledgement.

Another moment of silence broke between the two.

“You- You hang out with that John kid, right?” Y/N shrugged. “Little bit, why?” Thomas cleared his throat before moving positions, he crossed his arms and leaned back once more. “Are you two like, datin? Cause I don’t need anyone coming in here to distract you” Y/N could hear his embarrassment.

“Uh.” She began, goosebumps growing on her arms. “No, I mean we’ve been on a few dates, but no, we aren’t dating.” She quickly cleared her throat as she moved to unbox the rest of the cans. “He’s… not really my type.” She fought internally at shooting a look at him but stayed focused on her work.

After their awkward one-off conversation, the two stayed pretty quiet. Thomas made his way to the front counter to help the few people in the store, some there to shop, some to congratulate Y/N on her first day.

After a few hours of almost pure silence the doorbell rang out as one of Thomas’ friends entered the store. Though Thomas greeted him like usual he practically b-lined over to Y/N who was stood in almost pure fear.

“Hey, you just started today right?” He asked flashing a bright smile almost causing Y/N legs to give in at the sight. She could barely remember his name; she would always see him and the rest of Thomas’ group smoking at the front of school before classes started.

“Uhm, yeah.” Y/N said her voice coming out like a squeak, another smile broke across his face, his teeth were almost blinding. “I’m Alex, I’ve seen you around school before.” All Y/N could functionally do was nod. “Right, I’m Y/N” she mustered enough to get her voice clear to him. He let out a light chuckled, Yeah, I know.” Cursing herself internally she shook her head. “Right, duh.” She giggled.

Just as Alex opened his mouth to speak once more Thomas’ voice rung out from behind them. “Alex.” His voice was low and close to sounding angry. “Can I help you with something?” Alex glanced back at Thomas’ stature and shrugged. “I’m just… looking.” He said winking towards Y/N who gave a small smile.

Thomas looked between the two. “Well, Y/N can you go make sure the milk isn’t spoiled.” Y/N wanted to protest, she knew there wouldn’t be anything wrong, but didn’t want to piss off the wrong person on her first day.

Alex gave a quick confused look at Thomas whose eyes were now hardening. “Y-yeah, of course.” Y/N began, she took a few steps forward before glancing back at the two boys. “See you later Alex.”

Once done the mundane task the store was completely empty. She walked to the front to see Thomas leaning against the counter reading. “Are you going to teach me the register?” She questioned; her boredom was almost consuming her.

Thomas shrugged, his eyes never leaving his book. “Not much to know, scan here.” He said pointing to the glass with the scanning mechanism in it. “We take cash or credit, if its cash press this.” He moved his hand to a blue button on the register. “If its credit, push this. Don’t forget their change or receipt.” Y/N stood patiently, only to realize he was done talking.

“Oh, okay.”

Though it was getting late the store didn’t close till 9:30, it was one of the only places that stayed open past 8:30 in their small town.

“What are you reading?” Y/N questioned, unmoving still, Thomas lifted his book to reveal the title The Glass Castle. “Oh, I’ve read that before.” Thomas hummed in response, his eyes scanning each word. “Do you like it?” He nodded, Y/N felt an annoyance grow in her as he was unresponsive and shooed off the one person that was talking to her.

She sighed, resigning to leaning on the shelf closest to her.

Luckily, the door rang out, her head snapped towards it to see John entering wearing his normal happy smile. “Y/N, hey!” She quickly made her way over to him, grateful for the new company. Thomas was still reading, basically ignoring any other goings on.

She grabbed at Johns arm and began to lead him down an aisle. “How’s the job?” He asked, shrugging Y/N glanced back at Thomas who was now eyeing the two of them, a shiver ran down her spine. “Its okay, just been really quiet.” Johns eyes followed Y/N’s to Thomas who looked back down at his book again. “Am I going to get you in trouble? I can go.” Y/N’s grip tightened on Johns arm. “No, please don’t. Plus, Thomas is harmless.”

“Okay, well I was wondering if you wanted to go-.” “Y/N” A deep voice came from behind them once more, and once more causing Y/N to jump, her arm pulling away from John’s. She spun on her heel, trying not to glare at him.

“Its gettin’ late, we should start cleanin’ up.” Thomas looked down at her like a child getting talked to by a parent. She nodded then looked at John who looked like he was damn close to shitting himself. “I’ll, uh text you.” She said watching as John scurried out of the store, as did Thomas.

“I thought you said you two weren’t goin’ out?” Y/N finally glared at him, who was still watching the long since closed door. “Eavesdropper.” She accused as he looked back at her. “No distractions.” He warned and turned to go back to the front.

Y/N flipped him off once his back was turned and stormed over to the small closet in the back, she assumed held cleaning supplies, she was correct. “No distractions.” She mocked in her worst Virginian accent.

Its not fair, she thought. He gets to just sit up there with his stupid hair and muscles. He’s the distraction.

She began to sweep a little to aggressively at the floor.

“Easy there cowgirl.” Thomas uttered, she spun. “How are you so quiet?” She asked in a harsh tone. “How are you so easily scared?” He mocked.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she continued to sweep at nothing. “You know we’re closed right?” Y/N’s eyes shot around the store till it fell on the clock now showing 9:35. He could have told her sooner. A slight blush grew on her cheeks as she placed the broom away.

Once changed into their street wear, they met outside, she watched as he locked up the shop, he turned to face her. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, Y/N nodded before turning to go down the street. “Night.” She shouted over her shoulder. “Night!” Thomas yelled back.

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Y/N jogged into the store, closing her umbrella, the floor gave way from under her and she quickly grasped onto the door handle before hitting the ground. She stood once more and slammed the door shut, fed up with the rain.

She peeled off her soaked jacket before turning to see a smiling Thomas. “Quiet the entrance there.” He said biting back laughter as Y/N bowed. “You’re five minutes late though” He warned raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, the wind pulled my umbrella back and I got soaked.”  She pushed back her hoodie to show a head full of dripping hair.

Thomas released his laughter. “D’you need a towel?” She nodded and one was tossed quickly in her direction.

After she went back to change and scrub some rain out of her hair, she made her way back to the front not one customer in sight. “Any customers yet?” She questioned. “Gunna be a slow night.” Thomas said whilst shaking his head. Y/N let out a long groan. Dead nights were the worst.

She had now been working there for a month, she knew of everything she needed to do and was already bored of it. On slow days she’d clean while Thomas read.

Once the store was basically spotless and everything was faced, she made her way back to the front to see Thomas squinting at a turned around cereal box. She crossed her arms as she leaned against the same shelf. “What, no book tonight?” She asked as he stayed still, he reached under the counter and pulled up a ruined rain-soaked book. “Fell out on my way here. Rain ruins everythin’ I love.” He muttered. “So, you’re reading… a box?” She asked as she looked at it, there was nothing of actual interest on it other than the history of said cereal and nutritional facts. “Nothin else to do.” A sly smile broke across her face as she lifted one finger and slowly pushed the box off the edge, sending it slamming to the floor. “Oh, you are the worst kind of person.” Thomas groaned, he turned to face the empty wall crossing his arms like a child throwing a fit.

“Y/N I’m bored, tell me something.” He whined, still facing the wall, Y/N sighed at his grumpy demeanor. “What do you want to know Thomas?” She asked leaning against the shelf once more.

“Just tell me about you, did you go on a date with that John guy?” Y/N let out a laugh, she knew he wasn’t just asking due to boredom. “No, I didn’t. He’s not my type, remember?” She blushed lightly at the thought of him being genuinely curious about her love life.

“Alex asked me out though.” Thomas’ back straightened and tensed before he turned back around. “Oh.” He mumbled. “What?” Y/N asked as she crossed her arms in curiosity, an eyebrow raised up as she watched him closely. “Nothing.” He said, his eyes on the counter as he picked at the chipping paint. “Bullshit, what?” She demanded; Thomas scrunched his face. “Well, are you going to go out with him?” She quickly shrugged as she looked out the front door, the rain still pouring. “I don’t think so, he always ends up going back to Eliza, or Maria… or John.” She laughed lightly at the now realization on how such a player Alexander truly was.

Thomas broke out into a smile. “I knew you were a smart one.” Y/N picked up the box from the floor. “Gee thanks.” She shot back sarcastically.

They talked for the rest of the shift.

Not one customer.

But Y/N got to learn all about Thomas.

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Alex leaned in to press a quick kiss to Y/N, something she still wasn’t used to. “I’ll see you after work.” He mumbled against her lips. “Of course.” She said pulling back and hopping out of his car.

As she walked into the store, she saw no body presence at the front. “Thomas?” She called out into the empty store. She walked towards the back room pulling her work shirt out of her bag, she opened the door to see a shirtless Thomas there. “Holy shit! I’m so sorry!” She announced before slamming the door shut behind her.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest. It wasn’t fair that her boyfriend’s friends, (well sort of friend she had now learned.) were so good looking. Not that she didn’t think Alexanders body wasn’t hot, just, damn Thomas.

Thomas exited the back room a smiled glued to his face. “Smooth.” He said as he passed her to get to the front counter. “Oh, shut up.” She warned hitting him on the arm. “It was an accident.” Thomas chuckled. “Don’t worry darlin’ I won’t tell your boyfriend.” Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh before entering the back room. “Get to work, you ass.”

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 Y/N walked in practically pushing past Thomas. “You’re late.” He mumbled, she ignored him. “I said you’re late.” Thomas said standing straight. “Y/N!” Thomas shouted, stopping her in her tracks. “What, I’m here now so just leave it!” She marched into the back room and changed before making her way to the back of the store.

Y/N kept pulling her phone out, sighing when it came up blank, no new messages, no phone calls, nothing.

Alexander and she had gotten into a fight and it felt like their relationship was near its end, something that was bringing her to her breaking point at the thought. The shift had flown past her before she even knew.

“No phones on the floor.” Thomas’ warning voice came from over her shoulder, she knew he was ticked off with her. She quickly wiped the tears threatening to spill over and turned to him. “Sorry.” She mumbled.

“Oh, um, no I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He questioned, his eyes watching her small trembling body. She shrugged before falling into his chest, a sob broke through her. It was 9 and Thomas knew no one else would be coming at this time. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his shirt. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked resting his head against her head which shook and buried deeper into him.

He just squeezed her before sitting the two of them down.

Once it was 9:30 Y/N had calmed down a bit, her body was tired and aching but she sat and explained that she feared Alex was cheating on her, they were barely seeing each other and every time she brought up her fears to him he would kiss her or fight with her on it. This last time they were basically screaming at one another, she knew she was late for work, so she pushed herself past him he had attempted to grab her, but she shook his grip and stormed to the shop.

Thomas Hugged her into his arms. “ ‘M sorry I shouted at ya when you came in, I didn’t know.” Y/N shrugged content in his embrace. “You didn’t know. But, thank you for listening.” Thomas gave her a gentle smile, just as the butterflies rose in her chest, she felt her phone ring against her hip.

Thomas quickly let go and she jumped from his arms.

“Hello?”

It was Alex.

Y/N changed and left on her phone, leaving Thomas behind to close the store.

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Thomas was late, his mom wasn’t doing well. But she told him to go to work.

They didn’t talk all shift.

His eyes held a sadness as he watched Y/N work.

Everyone knew about his mom and knew better to leave him alone.

Y/N didn’t know what to say to him.

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“Thomas?” Y/N asked as the two restocked a shelf. “Yeah?”

“Do you think Alex and I are a mistake?”

Thomas tensed and stared straight for a moment.

“Don’t bring me into this.” He muttered putting his last can of soup on the shelf and began to walk away.

“Bring you into what?” Y/N asked bitterly.

“Don’t bring me into your relationship bullshit.” He grumbled.

“I’m not, I’m just asking.” Y/N said, shooting him a glare.

Thomas shook his head and turned back to face her; her heart leapt into her throat at his hardened look. “No, you’re not. ‘just askin’ me;” He raised his hands for the quotations. “You want me to comfort you like last time, then just fuckin’ walk away from me again.”

She had never heard Thomas swear like this before, it gave her a cold chill.

“I didn’t just walk away, you let go of me.”

“Sorry for making sure you were okay.” He scoffed.

Y/N kicked her empty box down the aisle towards him.

“I didn’t ask you to Thomas!” She shouted back, her blood coming to a boil.

“Well I did, and you just left.”

“Why did you even do it!?”

“Because I care about you!”

“Then why are you so upset now!?”

“Because he doesn’t fucking deserve you!” He shouted, he huffed out his next couple of breaths like he had just run a marathon. He rolled his eyes at Y/N’s frozen stature, as he turned to storm off Y/N finally shook off her fear of his anger and march towards him.

“Thomas don’t just walk away.” She demanded, before she could graze his shoulder, he was spun to face her, his hands on her waist as he pulled her against his lips, taking her breath with him.

Her heart skipped a beat from the feeling of his soft lips against hers, something felt like it had exploded in her heart, lungs and brain. Before she could process a thought, before she could truly kiss him back. He pulled away. “Yes, is the answer to your question.” His voice was low and rumbled against her body.

He released her and walked back to the front

She stood there

She stood there till they closed.

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After the kiss Thomas had their shifts changed, she worked with her uncle most of the time.

Graduation season had come and past, Y/N was now a senior and knew she would never be seeing or running into Thomas at school again.

Alexander and her eventually broke things off, it wasn’t more than a few days till he was with someone else. Thomas was attending college in town, still caring for his mother full time.

He was barely working anymore.

One night in autumn it was pouring rain. Y/N had to close alone, the air hung with something, it was almost like Y/N could feel something bad was going to happen. Her uncle had left his shift muttering something about Thomas’ mom.

Since it was so quiet Y/N was just sat at the front counter running the register, her mind drifted to the memories of Thomas always up there, reading, or helping customers, or just simply talking to her.

After a customer had come in and brought their items to the front Y/N regained focus and began ringing in the items. Once they had finished paying Y/N was just about to hand them their receipt when Thomas came crashing through the door.

He collapsed onto his knees, his hair wet falling onto his face. The customer shot her a look of worry before she ran towards him. “Thomas are you okay?” He shook his head as Y/N began to lift him from his spot on the floor. As she led them to the back room, she heard the ring of the door. She sat Thomas on a chair before running out to lock the door behind the customer.

She quickly made her way back; Thomas had not moved an inch since she set him there. She began to look for a towel, as she turned to check a certain shelf, she felt his arms wrap around her waist. “My mom died.” He sobbed out, shattering her heart and confirming her worst fear. “She’s gone, Y/N.” Y/N watched for a second as the tears slid down his already wet face. She dropped down to the ground before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Thomas. God, I’m so, so sorry.” She held him tightly as he buried his face in her shoulder. “I couldn’t look at her, I couldn’t see her like that. I just ran, I came here, you’re the only person I could face.” He cried out as he gripped her harder. “Its okay.” She whispered against his wet hair. “I’m not ready for this. I’ll never be ready for this.”

She held him there till he calmed down as best he could. She took him back to the hospital.

She held his hand at the funeral.

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Y/N had graduated, she was ready to leave her small town, she had gotten into her dream college and was just months away from getting out of there, she hadn’t worked much due to her studies for exams and applying for all types of colleges.

As she began to pass the shop something in her told her to go in, plus she was a bit peckish.

The door rang out as she entered, her eyes instantly snapped to the front counter, but she was left with disappointment as it was empty.

She absentmindedly made her way through the aisle trying to find something she was in the mood for. Once her eyes landed on a pack of mac and cheese, she picked it up. She glanced up to see Thomas walk behind the counter. The sight of him caused her to fumble with the box and it went crashing to the floor.

Thomas’ eyes flashed up to see Y/N blush and go to pick up the box. Once picked up Y/N looked back to the counter to see it empty once more. She shook her head wondering if she had imagined him. “What are you doing here?” She jumped, once more sending the box tumbling to the ground.

Thomas chuckled behind her, she spun back around and smiled. “Very funny” She glared.

“Its been a while, huh?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I graduated, so I haven’t really been working .”

Thomas broke out into a bright smile. “Well congratulations. When do ya work next?”

She shrugged attempting to hid any creeping feeling of red on her face. “Its staggered for the next few months, then I’m off to college.” Thomas’ eyes dimmed. “Oh, well I’m glad you got in, I’m assuming its not in town?” She almost felt guilty as she shook her head no.

“Then I guess I’m going to have to get our schedules fixed so we can work together again.” Y/N couldn’t stop the smile the broke across her face. “I’d like that.”

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They laughed.

They goofed around.

They shared food nearing its expiration dates.

They bumped hands and blushed.

And they just had quiet days.

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 It was her last day. She had her bags packed for the airport and had told her family she’d meet them there.

She had said goodbye to everyone.

Everyone but him.

As she pulled up to the shop and entered, she couldn’t help as a knot grew in her throat.

Once the bell rang out Thomas had jumped up from behind the counter, his eyes landed on her and saw the hurt resting in them, his soon matching hers.

“Well…let the goodbye begin I guess.” He began as he walked towards her, he reached past her and locked the door, placing a sign on it stating he’d be back in an hour.

“Go to the back, I’ll be there in a second.” He practically ordered as he made his way down some aisles. Y/N watched him as she moved to wards the back door, she closed it behind her and sat in an empty seat. Her eyes wandered over the stuffy old room. A towel hung on the edge of a shelf, stiff from not being touched in a while. The copy of Thomas’ Glass Castle book sat opened to dry. But it was never picked up again.

The door soon open and Thomas came in with an arm full of chips and soda, a smile broke through Y/N’s face as she watched him struggle to put the items down. “I’m not lettin’ you leave till you absolutely have to.” She let out a light laugh as she opened a bag of chips. “Okay, but I do have a flight to catch.” Thomas smirked. “They won’t leave without ya.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she popped in a few chips. “Sure.” She said mouth half full.

They sat in a silence for a minute, almost causing Y/N to sink back into her heartbreak of today.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Thomas suddenly said, his eyes gazing  into hers. She fiddled with the tab of her pop before setting it down. “Are you gunna visit?” He asked hopefully, her heart rose as she watched him. “Of course.”

Another wave of silence engulfed the both of them, this time it left the feeling of words unsaid, their eyes never leaving each other. “Y/N.” Thomas began gently. “Can I try something?” He moved forward, she nodded and watched his every movement. His hand slid against her now burning cheek, he leaned closer, his lips hovering over hers for a moment before pressing into her.

Y/N could feel that same feeling she had the last time she kissed, but this time it left her wanting more and this time she could kiss him back, his lips molded against her as she gripped at his shoulder.

He moved back and looked away from her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Y/N wasted no time to grab at the blue collar of his work shirt and pull him back into their kiss. She slowly stood from her chair and moved to straddle him, their lips almost never breaking from one another.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” He mumbled against her mouth and his hands rested on her hips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long and now you’re leaving.” Y/N could care less about her flight, about her college, about anything. “You have me now.” She sighed out against him.

Thomas groaned lightly, his fingers gripping into her hips harder, his lips smashed into her, his tongue nudging against her which she quickly let into wrestle with hers. His lips then left to trail down her neck, his teeth grazed against her skin sending a shiver down her spine. Thomas moaned at her body movement into her skin.

She could feel him growing against her thigh. “Thomas.” She whispered in a breathy voice. “I have to go soon.” As much as she wanted to stay in this world of it just being him and her, she had to face reality. “God no.” He growled.

[sillyteecup]

Right in the centre of my mind: 06.1. In my head I did everything right

Thomas Jefferson X Black!O.C

Ch.6.1

Warnings:

Mentions of sex

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of alcohol use

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5 years.

That's how long Iman doesn't speak to Thomas for. Her reasoning? She didn't need that kind of emotional scarring at such a young age. It's easy for her to distance herself because she stops taking the bus. Her mother is suprised by this decision but Iman seems sure about it. It doesn't take much effort to pretend he doesn't exist at school because after all, he's a year older. She changes her number and always makes sure she's never home on weekends.

After his senior year, she thinks she's made it out alive after she hears that he'll be moving to France. But he doesn't. Instead Lafayette does and Thomas goes to Yale. Coming around the neighborhood every second weekend. Even becoming friends with her friends and hanging out at the shack more often.

She can barely breathe anymore. His presence intoxicates her every time, so immediately when he shows up, she goes home. It doesn't stop her heart from falling though. Doesn't matter who she dates or goes to senior prom with. He's right in the centre of her mind.

So she goes to Oxford after high school. Doesn't tell anyone about it either.

She dates twice. Both girls.

The first one is Henrietta Fox-Strangeways. Otherwise known as Harriet. Comes from a Christian home which suprises Iman. Absolute rebel with a cause, activist for LGBTQ+ rights, social studies major, vegan and all around nice girl. They only last 3 months. They don't talk after the breakup.

The second one is Amelia Osborne. Skater girl, dance major, music minor, lives to break the rules, tattoo artist by night (they met when Iman was getting the words "Emotional sexual bender" in Japanese under her boob with Harriet), party animal, but generally also a nice girl. They last 1 year. They remain close friends (with benefits) after the breakup.

Harriet and Iman broke up because of her lack of commitment and sudden closeness with Amelia. While Amelia and Iman break up due conflicts of interest.

That's what both girls believed.

Iman knew they both somewhat ended because she couldn't stop thinking about Thomas.

So she doesn't return home after Freshman year. Instead she spends her summer in an apartment she's sharing with Angelica Schuyler, getting wasted with the British.

Sophomore year rolls around pretty quickly and she re-establishes communication with her friends in New York. She'd have to go back eventually so why not reconnect with them.

She explains herself and they accept her bullshit excuse with open arms. Which is why it's not awkward when she spends the next summer in New York. She thankfully never encounters Thomas at the shack. She does however encounter Lafayette. Who, if Iman was being honest looked far better than he did in high school.

They reconnect, but it's mostly physical. Coincidentally, they've both sworn off relationships for a while. But it doesn't stop them from having casual sex.

For a second, she forgets about Thomas.

For the first time in 5 years, her heart, mind and soul are at peace.

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[the10dollarfoundingfather]

John, getting down on one knee:

Alexander: oh my god its finally happening

John, tying his shoelaces:

Alexander, through tears: he finally stopped wearing fucking crocs

[malk-me]

[At the formal feast]

Alexander: I don't flirt that much

Peggy: Oh no? [stands up] Please raise your hand if you think you are dating Alexander Hamilton.

Eliza: [raise hands]

John: [raise hands]

Angelica: [raise hands]

Jefferson: [raise hands]

Lafayette: [raise hands]

Peggy: Exactly. That's what I fucking thought.

[esmiblood90irisglimmer]

Stress Relief (Burr X Angelica)

*Burr grinding his teeth together. Due to stress of the AP exams. Also being annoys by Alexander and his group. Just wanting to be alone for the time. Especially after the kiss from last night*

Aaron: *touches his lips* Damn it!! Damn it!! Damn it!!

Angelica: *concern* Aaron? Are you alright?

Aaron: *blushing* Ooooh...hey Angie. What's up? How's you do on the AP exams?

Angelica: ...Alright...but are you ok?

Burr: Yeah, I'm fine. Just dandy

Angelica: You're lying. You grind your teeth when you're stress.

Burr: Yeah, and you kissing me last night didn't helped me either *slap his mouth close*

Angelica: *turning red* Right ..the kiss...

Burr: I'm sorry, I shouldn't brought it up

Angelica: *look around and sit on Aaron lap* I don't mind. I really enjoy the kiss

Burr: *blushing* An...Angie...we can't. We're still in the school library

Angelica: No one is here. The librarian is on her lunch break

Burr: *gulp a little* I...I...I guess...

*Angelica and Aaron slowly began kissing each others. Taking the advantage of being alone together for the time being. Aaron slowly feeling the stress leaving his entire body. Just wanting to hold Angelica closer and closer. Continue to kiss her nonstop*

[eatgraypes]

Not a Couple

Character/Person: Alexander Hamilton

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Time: Modern

Reader’s Gender: Female

Warnings: Language, all of the hamilsquad minus hamilton love u like older brothers, light bdsm mention, hercules’ girlfriend “elizabeth” was the name of his wife way back then

Rating: M

Request: Could I request either #3 or #4 (maybe both lol) for Alex/Lin, whichever you prefer!

#3: “You’re so fucking full of yourself.” “Soon you’ll be too.”

Word Count: 4224

Summary: Hercules goes on his first date with his girlfriend and in an attempt to make things less awkward, invites Alex and you to the fair and as per usual, Alex is being cocky and you love hate it.

Hercules Mulligan wasn’t known for dating. His “rough and tough” demeanor scared away any potential suitors before they got to know the gentle, caring him and how hilariously good he was at tailoring clothes.

Before, he’s had about one or two girlfriends a year. Both lasting for only a few months before they decided they’d want a man who was more... Outgoing? Adventurous? You, personally, couldn’t see any reason for them to leave him.

You love Hercules Mulligan more than anything. He plays such a big role in your life and can have his big brother moments, and if given heavy amounts of liquor- will be that funny, drunk uncle you vividly don’t remember inviting, and can even act like a protective dad.

But at this moment. This very second.

With his eyes drooped and his hands fumbling and twisting as his fingers danced with each other yearningly, you adored him like a little brother.

You smile softly as he continues to spew nonsense about a woman he had apparently met a few weeks back.

“Hear me out, Y/N.”

You grin, bringing your steaming beverage up to your lips and sipping, “I’m listening.”

“She might actually be the love of my life.”

Your eyebrows furrow together slightly, wrinkling the skin sitting between them as you look around nervously, trying to find the right words. “That’s..”

Hercules presses a hand into the cold air and chuckles, “I know. I’ve said it before about my past girlfriends.”

“Yeah,” you awkwardly chortle.

“But I mean it.”

“Mm? How so?”

“She doesn’t have to put up this act or try to understand me or my humor. She’s just..” His hand dips into a circular motion, trying to piece together his thoughts. “Perfect.”

You widen your smile at your gushing friend.

“Y’know, I’m glad you really like her.” You pause, “I just hope she doesn’t turn out to be an asshole.”

He laughs through his nose and looks up at you for a beat before picking his coffee up from the table and holding it up, just above the height of your head. You raise an eyebrow and offer Hercules an amused expression; only to give in when he tuts his head so you, in turn, hesitantly raise your cup too.

“Here’s to hoping she won’t be an asshole.” He laughs.

“Hear, hear!”

After taking a hefty swig of your drink, you place it back down onto the glass table without releasing your hold, it’s hot air radiating and blossoming around your cold fingers. You shiver at the thought of going back outside and glance out at the rain, suddenly thankful that Hercules chose the table right next to the giant glass window as you hear the soft thudding of the rain and the fast, low hum of cars and people passing. You resist the urge to lay your head down and fall asleep to the soothing sound, instead choosing to (almost forcefully) look at the man seated right in front of you.

His fingers toy with each other, just as they did when he was talking about his new girlfriend a few moments ago, but this time- nervously.

He feels your gaze on him and proves his gut feeling correct when he quickly glances up to see you staring in curiosity. You part your lips to speak but he beats you to it.

“So, we’re gonna go on our first date this weekend.”

You open your mouth again, but this time in confusion. “Wait.” You sputter. “You guys haven’t gone on a date yet?”

Hercules can feel his face flush. His eyes dart off to the side stubbornly, “shut up. We want to move slow.”

You laugh and pat his hands gently, “aw I think it’s sweet!”

“Would you still think it’s sweet if you went with me?”

You pull your hands back from his, confused. “What?”

You watch as Hercules immediately jumps into excuse mode. Flustered and a mess, he tries to come up with some sort of excuse that justifies whatever just came out of his mouth.

“It’s just- it’s gonna be our first date and she’s so perfect I don’t wanna mess it up and oh my-” His string of mixed up words soon tumbles into random words and before his sentences can get even worse, you jump in.

“Okay, calm down.” You breathe in and out slowly, watching Hercules do the same in response, “it’s just weird if I’m just third wheeling.”

Hercules shakes his head so fast, you’re afraid his head would’ve flown off and crashed into the window and onto the rainy streets.

“No, no. I’ll invite someone else. Probably Laf or John.”

You let the idea sit for a while. What could go wrong? You’d be hanging out with your friends and helping Hercules compose himself in front of, what he described as “the love of his life.”

Didn’t sound that bad.

“So where are we going?”

You can’t help but let a giggle slip at the sight of Hercules. His eyes comically large and his grin big as he continuously thanks you and promises future gifts.

Only a few days had passed since the meetup and as excited as you were to hang out with your friends and subtly cheer Hercules on from the sidelines, a part of you just wanted to stay home, sink into your soft mattress and bundle yourself into your comforter. God, did that thought just make you wanna slip your shoes off and run home full-speed.

“You’re meeting Herc here?” You jump at the voice, getting pulled from your “bedroom thoughts” and now facing your friend, John, who looked at you expectantly.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “are you sure you can’t join us?”

John thins his lips before smiling at you, “yeah. I gotta watch my little sister, remember?”

You groan and slouch against your seat. Maybe if you didn’t move, John would be forced to drive back home or accompany you.

“Don’t make me kick you out of this car, Y/N.” He says sternly, voice hinting a bit of playfulness.

Okay, maybe not.

You pout, “pick me up at 11?”

“Pick you up at 11.”

John moves forward to kiss you on your forehead and you accept it, humming contentedly. “Okay, love you.”

“Love you!” John calls out as you slam the car door shut, barely able to make out the kiss he blew into the air through the heavily tinted windows.

After watching John leave, you slide your tiny backpack off your shoulders and move your fingers over the cold metal zipper, moving your chapstick and emergency pads aside to grab your phone so you could ring up Hercules and find out where you guys were meeting. You scarcely remember him saying something about the Ferris Wheel, so you take your chances and squeeze your way through the crowd of people to get to the center of the fair, where the wheel stood in all its glory.

But holy shit if that corn dog booth to your right didn’t smell amazing.

Deciding it wouldn’t hurt if you were a little late, you mutter soft apologies to the people standing idly so you could successfully get one of your hands on those little meat sticks that fucked with your senses oh-so wonderfully.

“Y/N?” A voice rings through the air, barely noticeable as it was nearly swept away with the other conversations around you.

You turn to see the owner of the voice and- oh!

“Hercules,” you smile and your eyes almost immediately shift over to the girl awkwardly clung to his hand. Undoubtedly, this was the girl with the perfect eyes and smile that he just couldn’t stop talking about.

You jut your hand into the air for a handshake, “hey, I’m Y/N. I’m basically his mom.” You wink, trying to ease her nerves.

She hesitates a moment, before letting out a soft laugh and taking your hand into hers. “Elizabeth,” she shyly murmurs.

You tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear and move your gaze from Elizabeth to Hercules, “where’s Laf?”

He freezes, “about that…”

You tilt your head in confusion, “what do you mean ab-”

An arm slings around your shoulders and pulls you in close. The soft flesh of your face hitting the hard fabric of someone’s shirt. You press a hand against their chest and look up, eyes meeting brown ones accompanied with brown waves and a goatee.

You narrow your eyes slowly as the man’s mouth stretches into a shit-eating grin. “Oh, no, no, no.” You curse.

“God, did I miss seeing your face.” Alex mocks, taking a big bite out of the corndog he held in his free hand.

You force yourself to breathe in and out, slowly, to compose yourself and not embarrass Hercules in front of this new girl. But what the fuck were you supposed to do when Alexander fucking Hamilton has you smugly pressed against him. Just go with it?

“You surprised me, babe!” The words come out so harshly, you swear Hamilton had to take a step back in shock. Which he did.

Only for a second was he taken aback, only for a second, before his grin widens into a smirk and he leans in for a kiss.

You blink. Once. Then twice. You weigh in your options, one being you press the flat of your palm against your lips and just let him win; or you go in for the kiss and look at the dumbfounded expression on his stupid face.

Alright, Hamilton. Game’s on.

You let one hand slide over his cheek and rest against his jaw while the other arm hooks over the back of his neck to pull him closer so your cherry-tinted lips are in reach of his painfully boring pink ones. You let your eyes flutter close, a knowing smirk coming over your face as you can feel his mouth open to form the shape of an ‘O.’ His grip loosens on your shoulders and he moves away from you. You don’t even think about giving him the chance to question you or say some snide comment before you retract your hands and bring them together in a clap, momentarily moving to stand on your toes as you look at your friend who had stared back at you as if you had grown a second head.

“So, where to first?”

You hide a smile into the center of your palm as Hercules hands over the overly large teddy bear to Elizabeth. You watch as both of their hot breaths mingle and swirl in the cold air when they laugh, clearly fond of each other.

“You want one?” Alex asks, appearing at your side with a drink.

Your eyebrows furrow at him, “you know you have to win these, right? You can’t just buy them.”

“No shit.” He says matter of factly, already taking out his wallet. “Do I look stupid?”

Your mouth twitches upward.

“Don’t answer that.” He quickly adds.

You throw your hands up in defense, claiming that you weren’t planning to anyways.

After paying for five rings, he hands you his drink, leans forward on his elbows, and takes aim.

And misses.

You remove the lid of Alex’s drink and take a sip. You laugh into the cup of what you found out to be a vanilla milkshake when Alex’s ring bounces off of 4 coke bottles before slipping into the space between each, completely missing the shot. He does it 4 more times before finally landing one of the small, worn out rings on one of the thin coke bottles near the center.

You can’t help but giggle when he excitedly hands you the tiny prize: a miniature teddy bear with its hands bound with red ribbon. Alex leans in, lips brushing against the rose of your cheek, his childlike wonder suddenly gone.

“That’s gonna be you later tonight. Tied up, tiny, and vulnerable.”

Your breath hitches when he pulls back and searches your face for your reaction, not displeased with the results. His ego only inflates when he takes his milkshake back, only to find the stain your red lips made. “Well, isn’t that hot.” He jokes.

You roll your eyes and hand him the bear back, “I’m gonna go talk to Hercules. I’ll be right back.” You mutter, both dazed and determined to get him back.

Alex laughs to himself as he watches you saunter away, his own fingers subconsciously toying with the stuffed animal you returned to him. The look on your face playing on repeat in his head was enticing.

“Two and a half years.”

Alex takes a moment to look at the young girl who ran the coke bottle/ring booth. She freezes underneath his gaze and slaps a pale hand over her mouth, alarmed.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to say it aloud.”

Alex cocks his head.

She continues as if she owed him the explanation, “me and my brother like to play this game where we, uh, guess how long couples have been together. He said 4 months and I said... Uh, you know what I said.”

Alex chuckles after processing the woman’s apology, glancing down at the bear surrounded by ribbon he fumbled with. “Well. We’re not a couple.”

You had spent most of the night walking around a few feet behind Hercules and his new girlfriend, who had been carrying a bunch of gifts Hercules had won for her, and drowning out Alex and whatever he seemed to be ranting about. Something about overpriced fair food and drinks. It didn’t matter to you anyways. You were too busy thinking over ideas on how to get him back for that teddy bear incident that left you a little indifferent.

“Are you even listening?” Alex suddenly asks, pausing mid rant, face all red from talking non-stop.

“Did you really expect me to?” You raise a brow, hands still playing with the small red ribbon bear.

He ignores your remark to stare at your fingers toying with the object; staring at how delicate your fingers seemed against the soft fabric and how your fingers would slow when skimming over the scarlet ribbon, almost as if you were testing the silkness of it. Almost as if you wanted to know what it was like to be in that position, all tied up. He let his eyes drift from your hands to your unamused eyes, before grinning down at you.

“I mean, I bet you’d listen if I tied you up and blindfolded you.”

Your face flushes. You can practically feel your entire body just light up with excitement at the idea of your sight being temporarily confined while Alex did whatever he pleased.

“In your dreams, Hamilton.” Is all you can muster up, shoulders high in hopes that it’ll somewhat cover the red glow that conquered the regular hue of your skin.

“Oh, God, I hope so.”

You turn to glare at him as he smirks boyishly in response.

This had just been the beginning of the constant flirting Alex was laying down on you. And you just had to go with it, hoping Elizabeth wouldn’t sense the tension in the air and turn around to see you both glaring at each other with such hostility that she’d call it a night and dip. The last thing you wanted to do was ruin Hercules’ date with such a nice girl.

“You know, maybe you should really watch your mouth.” You lower your voice, leaning in closer so the cheery couple wouldn’t hear.

What you didn’t expect was the strong scent of pine and freshly printed books. You inhaled softly and subtly leaned in closer, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He didn’t.

“Maybe you should make me.” He dared.

You were getting more and more frustrated by the second. Sexually or normally? You didn’t know.

“God, you’re so fucking full of yourself.”

His grin widens manically, “soon you’ll be too.”

That catches you off guard. You knit your eyebrows together and open your mouth to snap back at him, “you cocky little-”

“We’re gonna go on that ride, you guys joining?” Hercules suddenly inquires, he and Elizabeth both facing you with pondering expressions. Except Elizabeth’s held more confusion, probably wondering why your hand was inching towards Alex’s face as if you were gonna slap him. You, too, were confused until you remembered that you had to play the role as ‘girlfriend.’

Alex returns his gaze from Hercules to you, “you joining, babe?”

Too stubborn to admit defeat and just tell Hercules’ date that you and Alex weren’t dating and just pretending so that it wouldn’t be awkward, you slip your hand into his pocket and fished around for his wallet before plucking it out, taking note of the way his thigh shifted at your touch and the way his jaw fell slack. His once smug expression seemed to be replaced with shock instead. You bit down on your tongue to keep from grinning in victory and instead pulled out the ride tickets before shutting the wallet and handing it back to Alex. His face remained in that same bewildered look while he followed you aimlessly to the ride, in tow with Hercules’ and Elizabeth. Huh. This is the most quiet he’s ever been.

After handing over the small green tickets over to the old man behind the operating booth, he did a once-over at the two of you before his thoughts came to a conclusion. He smiled warmly and tossed the tickets into the trash after scanning them for entry, “you two are so cute. Married?” Now it was your turn to be shocked.

Alex laughed it off while you reassured the man while violently shaking your head ‘no,’ prompting him to part his lips and squint in confusion. It took you a few seconds to realize he was staring at Alex’s tanned hand resting right on your hip bone. You pushed it off and fumbled awkwardly.

“We’re not even dating, sir.” Alex responds for you.

“Drop the niceties, it’s obvious.” He laughed, not even giving you a chance to respond before he ushered you two into the open gate so he didn’t hold up the line. “Have a good night.”

“Everyone thinks we’re a couple.” Alex comments, walking over to an empty seat and buckling himself in.

You roll your head on your neck to glance over at him with a completely deadpan expression. “Didn’t realize I was making it really obvious I’m in love with you.” You sneer.

He ignores that.

“Maybe we could prove them right. Just for a night, at least.”

You groan in disgust and disappointment. How could Hercules, one of your best friends and the sweetest guys you know, call Hamilton his friend?

“Is that really all you think about?” You narrow your eyes, not noticing the weird looks the worker who came by to check everyone’s seatbelts gave you. “Sex?” You continued.

The worker, sensing that this wasn’t really their business, scurried off to the far end of the gated area, to give their co-worker a thumbs-up and suddenly, you could feel your feet being lifted off the ground. Alex’s voice was enough for you to remove your eyes from the continuously shrinking ground to his face.

“Only when I’m with you.”

To say that ride was long would be an understatement. It felt like hours and hours of just sitting there, thigh-to-thigh with Alexander Hamilton while your head would accidentally fall against his shoulder because of the strong wind and you’d have to shout a loud apology or just pretend it didn’t happen. But what feels like hours to some people, feels like seconds to others.

“That was so fun, we should go again.” Elizabeth suggests, a little less shyly than she used to speak just a few minutes ago. Guess carnival rides really do bring out the fun part of you.

“Yeah, we can go,” Hercules beams down at her, considering she was relatively tiny compared to him. He looked like a giant. “Y/N?”

“Uh, I’m good.” You say, not even sparing a glance behind you to peer at your ‘lover.’

“We can watch your stuff though.” Alex offers.

Hercules smiles appreciatively and threw you a look that screamed very specifically, “see he’s not too bad.” And you immediately shot him one back that also screamed “bite me.”

“Thank you, Alex.” Hercules says, enunciating literally every syllable. “Then, after this we can go to the Ferris Wheel and get some more food. I’ll pay.”

Just like the old man dressed in wintery blue behind the operating booth, Hercules had already left before letting you respond to him, giving you no choice but to sit there alone with Alex and watch their stuff.

Then again, this could be an easy 5 minutes. Just sit there and go on your phone and text John and ask him how babysitting his sister was going. The last time you asked, he didn’t respond till another week because his sister had launched his phone out of the window and it landed onto the road right before a car had drove over it. Talk about bad luck.

“So, now that we’re alone..”

Speaking of bad luck.

“Hamilton,” you warn, still not looking at him and choosing to instead stare at your text messages with John from this morning.

“What’s up with you and my last name? That some kink you have or something?”

Your eyes gleam with a hint of mischief as you find an opportunity to catch him off guard. And you take that shit.

“Well, Hamilton, would you rather me scream that or Alex when you have me all alone in that Ferris Wheel cart?” You can’t help but let a little smile creep onto your face, no matter how hard you tried to fight it off.

You’re not disappointed with his reaction. His eyes widening like saucers and his foot springing an inch off of its spot on the ground at the thought of pressing your bare back against the small, cool metal of the cart and plunging into you repeatedly while you both tried to keep quiet and keep the small cart from rocking too much. He let his fantasies derail and he knew it because by the time he returned to reality you were nearly a centimeter from his face, fingers tip-toeing up and down his thigh patiently.

His eyes flashed with something, and for a second you were concerned. Just a second though. You battled his lust with yours and before you knew it, your fingers had reached his belt. Fingernails tapping against the metal of his belt with that clink sound was the only noise that filled your ears besides his heavier than usual breathing and you grinned wider at the idea of making Alexander Hamilton tremble beneath you and beg for release. You were just about to grope him (in public!) when you had remembered that Hercules and Elizabeth were going to return any moment and Alex groaned when you pulled away to fix your hair, just as your face was inching towards his.

Just like John’s tween sister that threw his phone out of a window, you had seemed to timed this perfectly because Hercules had returned hand-in-hand with the cute, small brunette still clung to his side. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Alex checking Elizabeth out and, annoyed, you step on his foot rather hard. As a reminder that she and Hercules were together or just to make you feel better, you didn’t really know.

“Hey, guys.” You stood from your seat and handed over the numerous teddy bears and other stuffed animals to the pair to harshly grab Alex’s hand and tug him so close to your body, you could practically feel his breath fanning over the back of your neck. “Ready to go?” You question, avoiding Hercules’ questioning gaze.

Elizabeth nodded excitedly, and not needing Hercules’ answer, you rush towards the most sought after, popular ride that really ties a night together.

Once you reached the booth, ignoring Alex’s many comments every few seconds such as “so eager, aren’t you?” Or the dirty things he’d wanted to do to you as soon as you stepped inside of that crate.

“So, should we take the same cart or-?” Your question was cut short when Alex had quickly jumped in and said his two cents-

“Separate. Definitely separate.”

You bite back a grin and ignore Hercules’ very confused expression directed towards you.

“Okay, uh,” Hercules presses a hand against the small of Elizabeth’s back, gently pushing her towards the small metal crate reeling to the bottom and slipped inside after handing the booth director the two owed tickets. You had followed quickly after, the next crate was a nice burnt orange. Not the obnoxious neon kind of orange, but a nice smoky orange. If that existed. Of course, color didn’t matter to Alex, as his mind was busy undressing you and fixing you into different kinds of positions he could twist you in. You roll your eyes at him as he winks at you and turn to hand your tickets to the operator that threw you a very suspicious look. To which you only smiled innocently in response, pulling Alex into the cart with you. After you heard the lock click and felt it start to move to load in the next riders, you turn to Alex.

“Ready, Hamilton?”

[ysxbel]

Do whatever u want with these. iPhone wallpaper or whatever, for me dis I’d trash meh

[froggyfriend27]

Hello everyone!

I am now one of the mods on a new Hamilton ask blog @askbornagainhamilfam! Its a modern day reincarnation au with a slight twist. Everyone has some memories of their past lives, wether good or bad. We try to stay true to history as well as the characters personalities And what they would be like if they had the chances they couldn't have back then. If you have want questions for the Hamilfam please ask us! I'm really excited go start this blog with one of my best friends and we would love to awnser any questions or requests you guys have😊

[foundinfuckboys-blog]

Shy Boy

Paring: Lafayette x reader

AU: Modern

Word Count: 2500+

Warning: oral sex, smut, cursing, fluff.

You and Lafayette were currently in your room working on a project for French class. Everyone was allowed to pick partners so the first thing you thought of was to rush to Laf. But obviously you weren’t the first with the idea.

Surprisingly he turned down everyone’s request simply because he was the french transfer student. He accepted your invitation because he actually had the biggest crush on you and thought this was the perfect way to get close to you.

You heard a knock on your door making you and Laf turn your heads. It was your parents. “Hey sweetie, hey Lafayette we are going to pick up a gift from your Grandma’s house. It’s gift for my sister but she’s to lazy to give her the gift to her, herself,” your mom giggled.

“So you guys are basically transporting the gift,” Laf chuckled. You knew Laf was seen as the nerd to some in school but out of school he seemed a bit different. Less nervous and more bolder.

Like he was able to be himself without the pressure of his peers. And his voice, was amazing. It sounded a little more raspy now since he seemed tired. It was already 7:45pm. “Basically,” your dad spoke up smiling.

“So when are you guys going to be back?” you asked putting your pencil down, turning your full attention to your parents.

“Honestly, don’t know. I don’t think traffic is that bad but going from your grandma, to your aunts house will be a hour minimum,” your dad shrugged putting an arm around your mother.

No one was pay attention but from your dad’s last sentence Lafayette got an idea.

“Awe okay,” you sighed. “Well we will finish this project and I can try to make dinner,” you smiled.

“Good good. And if you go home before we come back Lafayette, I want you to have a good night,” my mom smiled. Wow they really like Lafayette.

“Will do Ms.Y/M/N,” he said before bowing. making your parents.

“Okay well we’ll be going now. Don’t burn the house down. Don’t break anything, and don’t make any loud noises. You get loud when your frustrated and its almost eight,” your dad instructed.

In Lafayette’s mind he was on his way to breaking the last rule. “I won’t. I won’t,” you pleaded laughing. Your parents said your goodbyes and now you were left along with Lafayette.

“Your parents are nice,” Laf chuckled. You got up from your chair to stretch and he watched as your shirt lifted up a bit.

“Yeah,” you yawned. “They seem to like you more than any other person I befriended,” you smiled.

Lafayette heart seemed to rush. You called him…your friend. No he didn’t have a hard time making friends at school but being yours was different. He actually like you. “Maybe because I’m french,” he joked.

“Maybe. You’re always saying things we we,” you laughed.

“No mi amour it’s oui, meaning yes,” he said swiftly making you swoon.

You sat back in your chair and rested your chin on your palm. “Just keep talking, it sounds heavenly,” you gushed.

“You don’t wanna learn? I can teach you. Um….oui is yes. Mi amour is my love. Princesse is my princess,” he explained calmly. When he focused his attention back on you, you were closer to him than a few seconds before.

“Back in France did you have a girlfriend?”

He choked on his words before starting, “Um yes, why?”

“What would you guys do?” you purred making him nervous again like how he was in school. He shifted in his seat praying you wouldn’t see the boner that was growing in his pants.

“Uh..I dont know. We would just hang out and go sight seeing because France is a really beautiful place,” he rambled. Gosh he looked so hot right now and maybe his accent did turn you on. But even if he didn’t have it, it wouldn’t have been long before you were putty in his hands. He was attractive, kind, well spoken, and so caring for others.

You leaned in closer. “You guys ever like.. have sex?” you whispered.

He closed his eyes to gather his thoughts. A really pretty girl, who is clearly aroused, and leaning over to him so he can see a little more of your cleavage. And to put icing on the cake he had a prominent erection that was begging to be satisfied.

“I mean a few times,” he sighed trying to maintain his breathing. But he couldn’t take it anymore. He cupped your face and the two of you began to make out passionately. You tensed at his sudden boldness, but felt butterflies in your stomach as he moved his lips against yours. He picked you out of your chair making you squeak. You wrapped your legs around him and moaned into the kiss when you felt his erection pressed against you.

He tried to stifle a moaned when he felt your breast against his chest. He hadn’t felt this feeling in a long time. Yes he had a girlfriend but they only had sex once and he wasn’t going to tell you that. From here he had to use what he knew as well as wing it.

He pushed you down on your bed and put your hands above your head intertwining your fingers with his. He gently tugged on your lip admiring how it slipped out his mouth when he let go. He watched your lustful smile and thought of how he could get used to that smile. And then it hit him, holy shit he was about to have sex with his crush. His movements were a little more hesitant and it wasn’t long before you noticed.

“What wrong?” you panted. He watched your chest rise and fall and then looked back up at you.

“You want the truth?” he sighed.

“Well yeah, I was told it’ll set you free,” you purred spreading your legs further apart making him gulp.

“I really like you. Like a lot, and I don’t want to mess up the moment or leave you unsatisfied,” he said softly.

“Well I like you a lot too. I’m not just saying this because you’re about to fuck me,” you said which boosted his confidence a bit. “You’re a great guy and you’re nice and kind. If you want I can start first,” you said wiggling your wrist signaling for him to let go.

“Oh sorry-”

“No no its dominating and hot but you’re currently nervous and hot. So I’m starting first and you can do whatever you like when I’m done,” you said slipping from under him. You took his hand and guided to sit on the end of the bed. “I would try to do a lap dance but I can’t dance for shit,” you joked making Lafayette laugh. He couldn’t dance either.

You could tell how nervous he was and wanted to make him as comfortable as possible. You kneeled in front of him and his eyes went wide. “Yeah,” you said softly before nodding.

You helped unzip his pants but he was so anxious that he took over. He pulled his pants off and kicked them to the side and then slid his boxers down to his ankles. Holy shit he was bigger than you expected.

“Is this too much?” he genuinely asked making you almost laugh but you did your best to hold back.

“Um yeah- I mean no. I just didn’t know you were this big, oh my god” you gasped the last words quietly making him chuckle. Yeah his confidence was back. You wrapped your hand around his cock and licked a long stride from the base to the tip.

“Holy shit,” he cursed under his breath making you look up at him and smile. A shaky breath leaves his lips as he swallows, looking down at you in awe, and you know he’s trying to keep his composure.

He’s so fucking hard for you as you pump him. Moaning at the way you twist your hand down his shaft. “Why do you like me?” you asked so he could have a hard time replying as you pleasured him.

You kiss the tip of his cock before flattening your tongue against it. “Fuck, um you’re beautiful and sweet- oh my god please don’t stop,” he whimpered as you take him deep into your mouth.

He’s a complete mess for you. There was no denying it as you watch him, flushed cheeks while strangled moans tumble from his lips. He licked his lips and his mouth was slightly agape. Watching his cock disappear into your mouth, his hands take place in your hair as he pushes you down further onto his cock.

You moaned and the vibrations make him more excited, he bucks his hips closer to your mouth. Your throat relaxes for him as you take him deeper. “Holy shit you don’t have a gag reflex,” he whispered with excitement. You shook your head no with cock still in your mouth making him chuckle.

It’s not before long until he starts thrusting in your mouth making you moan at his surge of dominance. His hand tugs gently at your hair and your eyes find his. “I’m so close,” he warns you.

You speed up and he can’t contain himself and the endless string of moans he makes as they spill out of his mouth. “Oh fuck, mi amour. Just like that. Don’t stop.”

His stomach clenches and his thighs tremble and there’s a sense of pride you have that you’ve done this to him. It takes everything in you to pin his hips back as he cums, sucking him through his orgasm and his taste fills your senses and you swallow, careful not to miss a drop of him. Those gasped moans have turned to whimpers as you continue to suck on his now sensitive cock.

“Mi amour, it’s too much. I can’t.” He pants out, hand gripping your shoulder. Slowly, you slip him out with a “pop” before kissing the head of his cock.

He pulls you up from the floor, lips finding yours as he kisses you. He’s hungry for you, you can tell by the look in his eye. You giggle as you stumble towards the bed, falling backwards before crawling to the middle.

Laf isn’t far behind you as you two quickly get undressed. Laf settled between your legs before his lips find your chest. Kissing the skin just above your breasts before his mouth finds your nipple. Sucking it into his mouth as he leaves hickeys on your skin. You whimpered holding onto his bicep and squeezing it. His hand snakes between your legs as he rubs circles into your clit making you moan. The double stimulation at once is enough to make you a moaning mess.

“Laf,” you whimper.

“Yes,” he breathed looking up you. Gosh he’s so hot.

“Fuck me please,” you whined helplessly. He face flushed red as he watch you innocently beg for such a sexual desire. He quickly grabbed the condom from his pants pocked as you whimpered at the sudden absence of his body.

He rolled it on licking his lips then he began to rub your wet slit with the tip of his cock. You gasped as he pushed in, trying to get used to the way it felt having his cock inside you. When he was fully in you two both moaned in pleasure.

Laf began thrusting into you slowly but deeply. You could tell he was concentrating hard on everything that made you feel good as his eyebrows furrowed deeply. His hips rocked back in forth at a slow pace, which had you growing impatient. The air in the room was filled with your soft moans and Lafayette’s heavy breathing.

You didn’t mean to whine and moan so much but this slow pace was driving you to the edge. Lafayette’s pace began to quicken, making him hit the right spot more frequently now and leaving you, a moaning mess under him. You fingers tangled in his hair as his lips moved to yours. You pulled him closer so you could kiss him. At first, his lips moved lazily on yours but they soon gave in and his tongue invade your mouth making you moan in result.

He pulled back and looked you in your eyes, “You like that?” he growled pounding into you.

You felt nervous and empowered has he made direct eye contact. You nodded your head whimpering. He didn’t realize he loved how flushed and innocent you looked as you whimpered and begged for him.

You couldn’t control your moans anymore and Laf could feel your walls clenching around him based on the helpless moans omitting from him that he tried to conceal. Your toes curled and my stomach knotted, leaving your body shaking as you climaxed around Lafayette.

You caught your breath, as he continued thrusting inside of you. “Cum for me baby. I know how much you like fucking me like this, yeah? You like when I squeeze my walls around you like that?” You whispered in Lafayette’s ear before nibbling on it.

“Oh, fuck amour,” He groaned. It took a few more strokes and the aid of your moans to get him to come inside of you. His warm release filled you up in a way that you could get used to.

For a moment you two just laid there panting and being lost for words. Looking into each others eyes, smiling. When he couldn’t physically hold himself up anymore he pulled out and fell beside you.

You winced at the feeling of him pulling out and went under the duvet. You watched Lafayette get up to toss the condom away before putting his boxers on and coming back to you.

“Do you want to put anything on?” he asked?

“Top dresser, any underwear,” you giggled and he smiled retrieving a navy blue pair of underwear for you. It was his favorite color. You slipped it on as he got back into bed under the covers.

“That was fucking amazing,” he said trying to catch his breath looking at the ceiling before looking over to you.

“It was and yes I’m satisfied,” you smiled over to him briefly kissing his lips.

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” he asked shyly.

“If I’m allowed to call you my boyfriend,” you teased making him blush.

“Of course, and what are we going to do about the project,” he said tracing a finger up and down your hip.

“You can come over tomorrow,” you grinned, “We can finish then,” you shrugged.

“Orrrrr” he dragged out.

“What,” you asked with excitement.

“I can return the favor of you sucking me off?” he teased slipping a hand near your inner thigh.

“Laf I’m sensitive right now,” you whined and he pulled hand away, apologizing. “It’s okay, and yeah I’ll think about it. But we should ready to get dressed, I don’t know how long my parents will be.”

“We should,” he paused before continuing, “but can we cuddle first?” he begged jutting his bottom lip out.

“Sure,” you said kissing his forehead.

[mistermulli]

Can I have some mullette from the Highschool au? I like the idea of it

How is the winter treating you two at school?

[ares-writess]

MASTERLIST!!

Things I am willing to write!!

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x OC

Smut

Ships

Fluff

Angst

Lemons

Most AU’s

(basically anything that isn’t illegal!!)

Supernatural

- Sam Winchester

- Dean Winchester

- Castiel Novak

- Jack Kline

- Lucifer

- Crowley

- Gabriel

- Charlie

- Chuck (depends)

Grey’s Anatomy

- Meredith Grey

- Derek Shepherd

- Alex Karev

- Christina Yang

- Izzie Stevens

- Mark Sloan

- George O’Malley

- Callie Torres

- Owen Hunt

- Jackson Avery

- Arizona

Hamilton

- Alexander Hamilton

- Aaron Burr

- Marquis de Lafayette

- John Laurens

- Eliza Schuyler

- Angelica Schuyler

- Peggy Schuyler

- Maria Reynolds

- Thomas Jefferson

Stranger Things

- Steve Harrington

- Jonathan Byers

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Nancy Wheeler

- Billy Hargrove

- Vecna

Genshin

- Any ADULT character

MHA

- Todoroki Shoto

- Katsuki Bakugo

- Kaminari Denki

- Aizawa

- Sero

- Monoma

- Shinsou

- Jirou

- Uraraka

- Etc…

The Turning (MOVIE)

- Miles (<3)

Seven Deadly Sins

- Ban

- Meliodas

- Diane

- King

- Gunther

- Elizabeth

- Merlin

- Howzer

- Gilthunder

Naruto

- Naruto

- Sasuke

- Sakura

- Shikamaru

- Kiba

- Choji

- Kakashi

- Shino

- Kankuro

- Gaara

- Hinata

- Orochimaru

- Kabuto

- Neji

- Temari

Prodigal Son

- Malcolm <3

Shameless

- Fiona

- Carl

- Lip

- Ian

- Mickey

- Steve

- Etc

That’s all I can really think of right now, but if you have requests for any unlisted shows/movies, don’t hesitate to ask!! ^^

[atombombbibunny]

I’ve had a few people tell me they want a sequal of my fan fiction “I Know.” I was wondering if more people would be interested...

[sillyteecup]

Right in the centre of my mind: Series List

Thomas Jefferson X Black!O.C

Summary: He saw her first. She loved him first. He hurt her first. She left him first. He broke to her last bone. She loved him to her last breath.

A.N: So this is the AU. Of course not everything will be on point as to what's actually been happening for the past 7 years. Like for instance, here it's been shortened to 5 years because if I used our exact ages, it wouldn't match up with the US education system thus causing a plot hole, so unfortunately I had to age the character's up a year each. Thomas is also naturally shit rich so of course I have to change it up a little to make sense. And there's the fact that I don't live in Kat's head so I'll barely be going into his point of view. But yeah other than that, this is kind of how everything happened leading up to The chronicles of Tee and Kat. Enjoy❤️

Ch.1: The prologue to a tragedy.

Ch.2: Acknowledge to ignore

Ch.3: First breath in the wrong direction

Ch.4: Let this be the only wall you tear down

Ch.5: Because I eat my veggies

Ch.6.1: In my head I did everything right

Ch.6.2: In my head I did everything right

Ch.6.3: In my head I did everything right

Ch.6.4: In my head I did everything right