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Master List

Hamilton Reader Inserts! (I NO LONGER WRITE FOR HAMILTON_

Alexander Hamilton

Faith
Faith PT 2

John Laurens

Lucky
More Than You Think
More Than You Think Pt 2
Just Know
Like-Like

Hercules Mulligan

N/A

Marquis de Lafayette

Together
Jealousy²
Chance
Opinion
“Helping”

Eliza Schuyler 

Date Night

Angelica Schuyler

N/A

Peggy Schuyler

Long Enough

Maria Reynolds

Earthquakes, Chickens and Young Romance
Perfect
Staring

Aaron Burr

Smile
Venting

Philip Hamilton

Worth It
Puppy Love
Words
Unconditionally and Always
Goodbye [Words Pt 2]

James Madison

Eight

George Washington

Assumptions

George Frederick (King George)

Drama Kings and Queens
Repairs
Fallen
Nightcares

Samuel Seabury

Crushing
Crushing Pt 2
Town Crier
Of Course

Charles Lee

Go
Stay [Sequel to Go]
I Love You Pt 1
I Love You Pt 2
Mornings (NSFW)
First Impressions (NSFW)
Sunshine
Business (NSFW)

Polyfics

We’re In Heaven (Hamilsquad x Reader)
Hairstylist (Lams x Reader)
Trust (Hamilsquad x Reader)
Trust Pt 2 (Hamilsquad x Reader)

Platonic Fics

I Know

Hamilton Headcannons

Dating Philip
Sickness w/ Aaron Burr
Fighting w/ Charles Lee
Slytherin!Lee/Hufflepuff
Insecure Reader/John Laurens
NBPeggy/FemReader
Charles Lee Jealousy
Dating Maria Reynolds

Change: Multichapter HP! AU King George x Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4 
Chapter 5
Chapter 6


In the Heights Reader Inserts

Usnavi

N/A

Vanessa

The End

Nina

Panic

Benny

Classes

Sonny

Number
Chips and Soda

Pete

N/A

In the Heights Headcannons

Sonny Crush/Asking Out Headcannons

The Book of Mormon Reader Inserts

Elder Price

Friendly Gesture
Stunned

Elder Cunningham

N/A

Elder McKinley

Breath

Elder Poptarts

Improved

Elder Church

N/A

Nabalungi

N/A


The Book of Mormon Headcannons

Elder Church Relationship Headcannons
Slytherin!Elder Price Relationship Headcannons
NB!Reader x Elder Price


Heathers Imagines


Heather Chandler:

Safe
Time
Methods

Heather Duke:

Fight
Embarrassing

Heather McNamara:

Chubby

Veronica Sawyer:

Remember

Martha Dunstock:

N/A

Polyfics

On Your Side


Heathers Headcannons:

Flirting with Heather McNamara
Flirting with/Dating Heather Chandler
Flirting with/Dating Heather Duke
Veronica/Reader/Heather C Poly


Dear Evan Hansen Imagines: [I NO LONGER WRITE FOR DEH]

Evan Hansen:

A Start
Here
Awkward (NSFW)

Connor Murphy:

Cool
Caught
Tricked
The Car (NSFW)
Boundaries

Zoe Murphy:

Summer
Stress

Jared Kleinman:

Bathbombs
Kiss Connoisseur
Moment
The Good and The Bad

Dear Evan Hansen Headcannons:

Alana Study Dates


Harry Potter x Reader Imagines: (I don’t write for Draco)


Harry Potter:

Better

Hermione Granger

A Date

Ron Weasley

N/A

George Weasley

N/A

Fred Weasley

N/A 

Ginny Weasley

N/A

Percy Weasley

N/A

Charlie Weasley

N/A

Bill Weasley

N/A

Luna Lovegood

N/A

Neville Longbottom

N/A

Fleur Delacour

N/A

Viktor Krum

N/A

Remus Lupin

N/A

Sirius Black

N/A

Didn’t think it would happen (1)

Originally posted by mewchim

I walked in my classroom as usual being the first student to get in there I started to write stupid things on the black board.After 5 minutes of drablling weird things someone enterd the class with a loud sound. I turned my head to the door to see no one but my friend Jackson looking lost at his books that where all over the floor. “I swear Jackson,every time you enter a class you need to drop something."I said lifting his books from the floor and putting them on the fist desk that I found. "Sorry ,I was reading something a text from Ella and I got distracted as always."he responded with a gummy smile,giving me a hug and taking his usual seat in the second desk.I looked at him for a few seconds almost laughting at his extremly concertated face while texting his ultimate girl crush from 6 grade.Jacksonn is an amazing boy and is always there when you need him or when you feel down and sometimes I really can’t understand why Ella is not dating him though. I sighted really hard and started to erase my writings from the board.The class started to fill quickly and soon the teacher eneterd the classroom . Angela was talking to me about her last dream while the teacher was corecting some test when the door swing open and the "bad boys” of our highschool entered filling the class with their expensive parfume smell. “Mister Kim ,you and your friends are 15 minutes late for my class."the teacher said getting up from his seat even tho he was so short comparing to the tall boys. "And the earth is round,do ypu have any irelevant facts for me now ,profesor Park?"V asked taking his seat beside me. The teacher opened his mouth to say something but gave up really quickly and took his seat back. I was allready familiar with V’s comebacks for everyone he didn’t like ‘because after all he was in the same classrooms with me for 2 years now .He and his group of frinds are hands down the most atractiive guys in our high school but the bad thing about them is that they are dangerous ,a lot of people are scared of them because last year ,rumors about them where floating around the school taht they are the kids of the most dangerous mafia group in Seoul. On the other hand I didn’t belive it because rumors where always floating in our school,like 2 years ago when I came here and everyone thought that I was spy send fro CSI to find things about Korea. "Y/n,are you going to stop staring at V?"I heard Minho say and I imediatly snaped not realizing what I was doing . "It’s really funny when stupid girls like you stare at me like they never seen beautiful peoples in their life."V said giving me a smirk and bumping his fist with Jimin. I rolled my eyes knowing how big it’s V’s ego and retun to Angela to listen to the final of her dream. The classes where over and me,Angela,Minho and Jackson where going to the convenience store to pick up some icecreams for Valine who has her leg broke. "Do you think she would like vanilia ove apple?"I asked getting lost betwen flavours. "Just pick whatever and let’s go home,it’s getting dark"Minho said pushing my back to the cashier. "Y/n,you think you could run to the school,I forgot my math paperworks in my locker and I need them for tomorrow or profesor Park is gonna fail me"Angela said coming to me out of breath . "But why me?"I asked whinning about going all the way to the school. "Girl,you have freaking abs and you wined 5 medals at long running marathons and you are still asking us why you?"Jackson sopke paying the icecreams. I groned in respons and got out of the store and started running to the school.In 10 minutes I was enetering the empty hallways of our highschool and starteed shearching for Angela’s loocker when I heard a lot of giglles coming from our math clasroom.I ignored the thinking it was our teacher flirting with one of the nurses as usual and grabed the math papers and walked out . The sun was completly set down as I was leaving the was school yard and to be honest I was scared as hell to walk alone to my house in this pitvh blacknes so I called Jackson. "Please tell me you and the guys are coming after me right now?"I almost whispered in the phone scared of my own voice in the empty street. "No,we are still waiting for you at the store,where are you tho ,is really getting late."Jackson asked with a wary tone. "I’m on my way but everything is really dark and I can’t see much,could you abd the guys come my way because I’m really scared to be honest."I said and started to walk slowly haering footsteps from my back. "Okey,we are coming your way,see you in 10."Jacskon said an hang up. I put my phone in my front pocket and started to walk on the lonly streets scaring myself everytime a cat apared on the road.While I was thinking about what way to walk to get to some ilumintaed streets I heard someone talking form my back. "Aish,you really are lost in your stupid world,aren’t you?"I heard a low voice say from me back.I turned faster and saw the one and only headass from my school ,V. "I didn’t heard you."I said trying not to stare again at his face. He smiled and looked at me "Trying not to stare at me like a crazy person again?Don’t worry,like I said today ,I’m used to weirdos like you to stare.” “What do you actually want?"I asked strated to lose my interes in this stupid conversation. "You said you where scared to walk alone so I thought that you might want to me take you somewhere close to your house."V spoke pointing to his expensive sports car waiting for him a few steps back. You heard about him and his gang inviting girls to get them home but insted they took them out to drink and made horrile things with them after ."I think I will pass,my friends are coming for me."I said and started to walk away from him.I just heard a short laugh and them a car door closing and the street became silent again. —————Next Day———————————————– As ususal I got early to school and because I did’t want to stay alone in my classroom I took my gym close and headed to the football field.There was no one as usual so I quickly changed my school skirt to some Nike leggings and put on my running shoes and head off to the field.I loved doing sports,I was in the track team back in my home country but now being in the 12 th grade I had to focus more on grades than hobbies. While I was running my last lenght I saw Angela and Minho sitting in the players steats on the field so I started to slightly run trowards them. "What’s up with you guys so early at school."I asked getting a water bottel from Minho. "Well I had to take some books from the library and Angela wanted to make sure she didn’t came late at least to this class."Minho spoke whipping some sweat with his shirt sleve.I changed qiuckly back to my school uniform and headed to class with them. "Do you think V has a think for you?"Angela asked for the 14 time in the last 5 minutes. "No ,I am not the only girl he asked to walk home."I said bored while grabing my notebooks. "Maybe he actually likes you but you are being ignorant as usual and can’t see that."She started jumping excited while holding my free hand. "Angie,for the last time,V is never gonna like me or even look at me ,there are more changes for me to freaking hit a freaking phoneix bird than go on a date with him."I said while moving my hand dramaticaly in the air. When I swing open my locker door I herad a loud sound and everyone from the hallway stopped in their tracks and looked at me worried.I didn’t understand what happend so I closed the door slowly and I almost jumped out of my shoes when I saw V rubbing his hand on his now read forehead. It took me 10 seconds to proced what happend and I imediatly dropped my books and put my hands over my wide opened mouth. "OMG,are you okay?"I asked feelling my cheeks turn red from the embarsement and the stares.Angela was in shock too but she managed to move a few steps away letting me sit there hopeless in front of V and His boys. "You really are some difficult women to deal with."he said still rubbing his forehead"You don’t have other things to do?"Joon shouted loudly and the crowd of students quickly started to move. "I’m so sorry."I managed to say one more time before he passed by me bumping hard into my shoulder………

Lloyd Bravewolf Cox, Blackfoot and Cherokee Descendant. Outtake from Afro Native Identity Narrative #blacknative #blackindians #afroindian#native #nativeamericans #ndn #mixedrace#indigenous #afronativeidentitynarrative

Identification (1) // Albert Wesker x Reader

Originally posted by arklay-manor


What is the end?
A noun used to depict a situation in which something is finished or no longer exists. We humans fear the end, let it be of a simple thing or something of great magnitud, the apocalypse, the extinction. That’s why we look for eternal things, immortality, eternal love, a god with no beginning or end; us, as a species, are attracted to the idea because -deep down- we know we won’t last forever, no thing was gifted with ‘forever being and forever will’


So why?, why doesn’t she feel the weight of the finale upon her shoulders? was she resigned to whatever fate has in hand, or even care about her well being?


-(y/n) (l/n) you are being suspected of committing bioterrorist acts, accomplice of the perpetrators of Racoon City incidents, specially Albert Wesker in affiliation with Umbrella Corporation. You also are heavily suspected of murdering several people at Umbrella’s training facility including Umbrella’s higher up, James Marcus


She just stayed there, with a stone face and eyes that told nothing, not regret nor grief for the imminent prosecution of her pitiful self. She was being accused and the only emotion she showed was boredom, she’s bored of being there, sitting and hearing the interrogator go on and on about the acts commited by such a pretty face.


-I asked you, do you know who Albert Wesker is?


-Yes, he was my boss


Just who the hell did she think she was? she ain’t a princess getting scolded by her tutor, she was a fucking murderer, a terrorist that caused the death of thousands back in Racoon City. Not even a hundred years in prison would fix the immense pain she caused alongside Wesker, two devils that brought destruction and pain over and over again


-Back in our dog days we were pretty close, even now in his afterlife


-He’s dead, I’m not asking you about philosophical relationships, tell me facts. What you did, your research, why Marcus was killed. Good stuff, maybe you’ll even get a lower sentence


-I don’t like philosophy, so boring and subjective, I like facts way more


-Are you even listening?


She doesn’t give a damn, pretty obvious by now. Her attitude of teenager showed no interest in actually trying to save whatever dignity she had left, it even baffled the people behind the blackned glass, members of the DSO like Leon Kennedy, BSAA higher ups and even some important government agents were witnessing what -everyone thougth- was the cockiest terrorist ever. The man infront of her wasn’t setting the rules, she was making them whenever she wanted and never really took a glance at him, the damned sly bitch was looking stright to the glass like knowing some important people were listening her


-You know, mister, I was like you once. Trying my best to accomplish the standards and maybe with some luck getting a prize, I guess Albert and I knew that. I cannot make you understand, I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself, but for the first time… I felt a sense of companionship with someone, and Albert did too


-So you were his girlfriend


-Since when human relationships were THAT easy?


The little vixen had charisma, some of the old men grinned at her response, clearly feeling identified by her situation. A person who they wanted and couldn’t have, someone who doesn’t really want the title 'girlfriend’ or 'boyfriend’ but were jealous whenever some other came too close for comfort, you name it, love is hard


Leon felt identified too, he thought of all his time -he knows is- wasted reaching out for Ada, but she was never there for him. He kept comming at her feet, doing whatever she wished,


-No matter what I did, I always managed to do what Albert wanted, believe me when I say I never truly cared about Marcus or Spencer or anyone besides my research and work. He was the only one for so long it felt wrong to even leave him behind, I knew he was insane and a part of me was getting anxious from his doings, I mean, he killed Excella, not that I’d compare myself with her


And all those times Ada came and did something that put him in danger? he knew she was nothing but trouble, but he kept coming back every fucking time. Wesker, apparently, was her own Ada Wong, doing reckless things and her cleaning up the mess he left behind.


The problem with this kind of 'relationships’ were they never really appreciate what one did for them, they keep doing whatever the hell they want, not caring about the aftermath or the consequences for the other, they don’t really care about you. But one keeps telling himself 'no Leon, she knows how much you go through when you see her fuck everything up, she sure as hell thanks you for that, that’s why she keeps coming to you’. But they never come back, you just keep telling yourself it’s them but it’s you who looks after your own 'Ada Wong’ and convince yourself it’s fate.


He really felt stupid now that she, who never met him, was telling her experience with Albert Wesker, how amazing is that two completely different persons live the exact damn thing


-But Albert really trusted me, I was his insurance, he was always telling me what went on his mind. He even told me how disgusted he was by Excella’s presence, he never liked her, it was me he came to when down


-I don’t care about your petty feelings, tell me how you met him


-Meet hm? I never met him, it was rare, I’d dare to say it was like meeting again with someone I lost contact with. He knew me before I knew him, he was a god of some sort.


Aahh, the divinization, he became her idol and so was Ada Wong to him, he would say it was like a mirror


-This is getting nowhere, I’m calling this off


Leon felt the need to have a word to her, maybe, he would even tell her his story, that way she’d open up and speak once and for all. Will it be aganist the protocol? But it wouldn’t matter so far he got her to speak.


'I’ll be conducting the next interrogation’ and with little opposition a new date was settled for the new session.


A day or two latter, the woman and Leon found themeselves in a similar situation than the previous ones. She was untied this time, in front of the govenment agent and a metal table in between. With a little greeting the questioning began, but it was quite clear she had no intention to speak more than it was needed, situation that unnerved Leon a little bit. He was losing the mental war when she started consuming his mind with endless questions and enigmas, what really happened in Racoon City she only knows. The problem was getting the information outside her pretty mouth


-I honestly don’t know what your goal is, you are here and not getting out anytime sooner  it’s best if you start telling us what we want, maybe you can even negotiate it for better accomodations. Think about it, a proper bed perhaps


-A cigarrete, give me one and I’ll tell you something that you probably didn’t know


-It’s your lucky day…now, tell me what is it


-…you’re THAT cop, the one that got inside the underground lab right?


-…


-How’s Sherry? I take it you still have contact with her


-I can’t tell you that


-Last time I saw her she was a lonely child…is she here?


-…no


-*sigh* honestly, I felt sorry for her back then. William and Annette were terrible parents, the worst kind. The thought of adopting her or at least keep her at my place crossed my mind more than once, but Albert didn’t want to have children running around our house nor have that kind of chat with William. Still I don’t think they’d be too bothered, almost like an unpaid nanny while they did their research.


-What happened then? What made you desist?


-It wasn’t Albert, I would have convinced him one way or another


-Hard to believe


-I knew him better than he knew himself, he…he wanted me happy, so I could continue my research and don’t bother him too much, so if I played my cards right I would have convinced him, I’m sure


-so?


-The problem was…Albert wanted to move to the European HQ, in France. Back then William was a freak who slowly but surely was getting more obssesed with his work. I mean, 24 hours stright, drugs, bad attitude, the man was a psycho. So when Albert moved, so did I


-So you followed him to France, what happened next?


-We did our jobs, as expected… we had a nice life, a nice apartment and even a dog. A family life somehow


-It seems out of character to me


-yeah, but I never met his 'dark side’ like I said…he was civil with me, like any other partner should be


-Civil is a strange choice of words to describe a lover


-Crazy stuff always went around Umbrella, he was as civil as he could be with that kind of life we had


-Tell me about Marcus’ death


-That’s a story for another day

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Expect part 2 soon <3

How the Chimney-sweepers cry
Every blackning Church appalls,
And the hapless Soldiers sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls
— 

from London, 3rd stanza

Happy birthday William Blake, born November 28th, 1757