but this was a lovely request to get; i have missed thomas little shit that he is

Give Me Polyamorous Power Couple Hamliza Or Give Me Death

~Eliza growing up having constant crushes on both men and women and trying to articulate what she wanted to Angelica but never being able to explain it the way she wanted

~When she’s in a relationship: “I want her” “But you’re dating Peter” “I want him too” “But you have to choose” “Why do I have to choose?” When she’s not in a relationship: “Ooh, Liza’s got a crush! Spill it!” “Well, there’s Arthur and his girlfriend, and Sally and her girlfriend, and Jason, and Mary…” “Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, how many crushes can you have?” “Shush, I’m not done”

~When she meets Alexander and quickly falls into her most serious relationship ever she expects the multiple crush thing to stop (Spoiler alert: it doesn’t)

~Eliza feels like a horrible girlfriend because she’s so happy with Alex but then Susan from work will start up a conversation with her in the break room and she’s instantly all heart eyes

~Tearfully she admits it to Alex one night and he’s thrilled because “no there’s nothing wrong with you I promise!!!! You’re just polyamorous!!!!”

~They spend the rest of the night talking about it

~Eliza needs some time to adjust since she’s spent so much time trying to push it aside that she doesn’t really know what else to do but Alex is very helpful

~The first time she tells him about Susan he’s instantly chanting ask her out over and over until she’s laughing and blushing at his antics

~Half a year later and Eliza is subtly sending Alex updates from her dates while he sends her multiple thumbs up emojis and does the same with his own

~She also sets up him and Angelica and when Angelica gets confused about it she’s like you need to stop sacrificing yourself, let yourself be happy

~They share embarrassing stories about him with each other

~He meets John and them after Eliza in this one and it’s all separately

~Hercules comes first because Eliza’s father invited them to a fancy dinner party and Alex needs a suit and since he’s not well educated on these things yet she comes along to help

~Hercules is instantly smitten with Alex and Alex is instantly 😍 because “Eliza look at him!!! He looks like a damn quarterback but he’s so sweet and gentle!!!!” “Either you ask him out or I will”

~Hercules not-so-subtly likes guiding Alex around even though he thinks he’s being smooth

~“Alex there was really no point for him to put his hands on your waist like that, he could’ve told you to just move to the side one step” “… Yeah but did you see how well they fit there he could probably lift me up so easily” “Wow you’re so easy” “Do I need to bring up that cute barista the other day” “pLEASE DO WE HAVE A DATE THIS WEEKEND”

~By the end of the time there Alex is going out to lunch with a pleased but confused Hercules and Eliza is eagerly awaiting every cute picture and text

~From then on he has to deal with both Eliza and Alex stealing his clothes but he can’t really fight since they both look so cute in his sweaters

~The rest come really quickly after that

~Lafayette meets Hercules before the others because they come in requesting a special dress to be made and Hercules is Gone

~“You… You want a dress with a full skirt… But when you pick at a stitch on it the dress falls down into a ball gown?” “Yes, exactly!” “Can I ask why?” “Why? Well, chéri, it’s because I must ensure that I always am prepared for any eventuality and at the top of that list is a need to always look beautiful but entirely unattainable. Oh, that reminds me! It needs to be floor length with my being in eight-inch heels, I have a pair with me so you can measure accurately” “Oh holy shit”

~It takes them exactly one weekend to be brought into the relationship (Alex sees them and instantly is stunned into silence, Eliza flirts and within two minutes they’re already co-conspirators)

~John is next and he struggles with his sexuality and anything that comes from it so he’s very much in the closet when they meet

~John and Alex immediately are best friends and Alex tries asking him out but John very quickly refuses him and Alex takes a step back

~The combined power of the four of them helps to bring John out of his shell even though he’s very shy about it all so they’re respectful and let him suggest everything and move their relationship forward in his own time

~The first time he asks to spend the night with all of them there’s a little fight over who gets to sleep next to him

~Eliza and Hercules win, Lafayette and Alex pout

~Aaron and Theodosia Burr AKA Theo, Eliza, and Lafayette kill and the rest of them are literally powerless against them

~Dates are really fun with them because now there’s enough people to go on group dates and everyone can have a supposed other instead of it being just the mess of them (They still do it as the whole of them, its just more fun to have the people think they’re all separate couples then watch as they get more affectionate as the night goes on)

~Don’t think I’ve forgotten about the Washingtons

~George favors Alex and Laf, Martha favors Eliza, Angelica, and Theo, George is platonic with John, Hercules, Aaron, and the girls, Martha is platonic with everyone but her girls and sometimes Alex and Lafayette (She likes showing off that she’s perfectly capable of stealing them away from him but is graciously letting them stay with him. George jokes back and tries to rally Laf and Alex to joke too but they need time to come back to that plane of existence)

~WEEKEND TRIPS AT MOUNT VERNON WITH EVERYONE

~Eliza and Alex get so many kisses and cuddles since they’re the heart of it all

~Alex dragging everyone outside to look at the stars

~Lots of hot chocolate when Alex drags them outside

~Lots of spiked hot chocolate when they think Martha isn’t looking

~She totally knows since John keeps giggling but she let’s them have fun

~THOMAS JEFFERSON

~Eliza starts flirting with him to bug Alex

~Eventually she starts flirting with him for Alex no matter what he says

~“Look at the tension good god” “Betsey I swear…”

~Eliza has a near constant stream of frustrated texts from George

~“Eliza I’m suffering” “What is it this time, dear?” “They’re arguing again and they look two seconds away from making out” “I’m working on it. Have patience” “I can’t have patience anymore I can’t have meetings because this happens in every one”

~All the hate sex

~All the Jeffmads+Alex hate sex (I would include Aaron but the frustrations are over Washington but Aaron knows why Alex is favored by him and has worked out his own balance with George so he’s not jealous)

~Alex pulls them into the dynamic and they finally understand

~George doesn’t mind them finding out, he’s just glad the tension is gone (Though he has cut more than a few work days short because he walked in on them fucking on his desk because Alex wanted to tease him and he can’t handle that so he just walks out)

~There’s multiple incidents where they try to tease Angelica but she is Not Having It and takes great joy in showing them why

~Angelica Schuyler is my queen she wouldn’t handle any bullshit from them

~MARIA REYNOLDS PROTECTION SQUAD

~Elizabeth “If you touch one hair on my girl’s head I will personally kick your ass from here to California don’t test me” Schuyler

~Obviously she moves in with them immediately and spends every night sleeping between Alex and Eliza

~When things become too much in the city Eliza and her take a trip down to Mount Vernon for a girls-only retreat

~Maria and John never start a romantic relationship but they hit it off very quickly since they’re both abuse survivors (Her with James, him with his father) and John is more healed than she is but there’s wounds he’s still licking and sometimes its nice to just spend the day in silence with someone who understands that company is more important than conversation

~Eliza and Alex creating a crazy huge family for themselves which has confusing interconnecting romantic and platonic relationships but they love it so much they can’t describe it

~Whenever anyone asks about it Alex shows them the graph he’s made for them all

~Everyone has a specific color and one poor soul asks why he chose those colors and spends the next 45 minutes listening to him talking about why each of his signifs was given that very color choice

Misdialed Call (Part One)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero. (Drabble Series)

Author’s Note: Hey guys. I’m back from my hiatus. I’ve miss you guys so much. I hope to continue writing for a while now that midterms are over and done with. I hope you guys enjoy this series and thank you for everything!
Also, special thanks to Combat Anon for the idea of this series!

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 934

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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Meant to Be - Part Four: Oh No

All Parts

Pairing: jamilton (Hamilton x Jefferson)

Request: Soulmate AU – When soulmates draw on themselves, it appears on the other’s skin as well.

Tagging: @elenarte @empyrealsakaki @gum-and-chips @karenthepoop @hammytrashy@falling-open @bestfluteninja @urstupidmom @olympun @rebel-with-cause @mishaisakitten @depressionjoke @gemilton @ur-friendly-neighborhood-fangirl @regionallyblurredfaces @destiel-addict-forever @sxnyalxveshxrses@theinevitablesense @boiugotsmehalpless @rachurro @hamilton-of-issues@phantom10526 @feral-tomcat-hamilton @alonelynoodle @aceplaysbass @ilesserpanda @kyloslightsaberdick @msageofenlightenment @pentagramtardis @artisticgamer @smol-angery-bean @abbylikeschickennuggets @little-miss-vanilla

Word Count: 3140

Warnings: swearing, anxiety/panic attacks

Dedicated to: @falling-open for their AMAZING art holy guacamole

PS this behaviour is HIGHLY encouraged. I. WANT. ART.

(PPS no pressure tho ily no matter what)

A/N: yIKES… i love you…. have fun <3


Alex’s eyes flashed open, his tiredness forgotten. Had he heard correctly? Had he imagined it? He glanced up to peek at John’s face. He had a small, sad smile on his face and his eyes were closed. Peaceful.

Alex silently wondered what he should do, his mind racing a mile a minute. He really didn’t need any more drama today, but he also didn’t need festering tension in his friend group… He closed his eyes again, already regretting what he was about to say next.

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Boys (S.D.R. x Reader)

AN: there might be a part two? Maybe. We’ll see. 

Tag Crew: @artisticgamer @huffleheyguys @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2

Request: @megabooklover18 - Then could I request the democratic republicansx reader where one of them accidentally punched the reader and then they panic and go into mother hen mode?

Warning: fuck boys 

Word Count: 1,688

Masterlist

You and the boys were sprawled out on the lawn of the courtyard relaxing after class. This week, all of your schedules were filled with free periods due to the three day long talent show of sorts that your school put on every year before break. All of these free periods meant more time with your boys, which you greatly appreciated. Everyone was grateful for the easy week, with a few exceptions.

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Rock Hard - Tom Hiddleston

N/A: You guys are awesome, y’ know? I hope that God have mercy on my soul and that I haven’t written anything wrong here. but if I did let me know, please. And please, I need to know if I have a chance to improve on this topic or if I should discard of my options! I hope you guys have fun! (I think I shouldn’t be allowed to choose titles) 

(Masterlist)


It was late at night when you finally came home, tired after the intense hours of rehearsa, you mentally thanked yourself for having the idea to shower and change clothes before leaving your ballet class. You slowly unlocked the door and tried to be as quiet as possible, leaving your bag at the side of the entrance and locking the door again. You got rid of your shoes and walked in your fingertips amid the dark apartment, knowing that your boyfriend would already arrived from his trip and would be sleeping. But then your breath caught in your throat when you arrived in your bedroom doorway, seeing him lying amid your white sheets and being illuminated by the moonlight coming through the open window. You bit your bottom lip admiring his physical exposed and gulped when you noted that he was naked. And awake.

“Tom?” you whispered, feeling the heat rise through your body, an effect that only he could cause on you so quickly.

“Yes, my love?” he leaned on his elbows so he could look better at you, licking his lips before smirking. 

“I missed you.” you lifted a hand to your hair, releasing of the bun and letting it drop on your shoulders. You suddenly didn’t feel so tired, the way Tom stared at you increasing your arousal.

“Show me.” he ordered hoarsely, making you shudder.

“Don’t take your eyes.” 

You smiled innocently, rising your hands over your thighs, lifting your dress slightly before taking your hands to the buttons, opening them up one by one and letting your fingers caress the skin that was being exposed. Your dress fell to the floor exposing your breasts and lace pantie, you slid your hands from your neck to your breasts, caressing them for a moment before sliding your hands toward your panties, playing with it before you take it.

“Stop.” Tom ordered again, making you look up searching for his eyes, smiling when you noticed the lust in his blue ones. “Come here.”

You approached the bed with slow steps, but having time to support only one knee on the mattress before Tom pulled you to straddle his waist and wrap his arms around your back. His mouth went directly to your breasts, playing with his tongue before he pulled your nipple between his teeth, sucking hard. You felt his fingers splaying around your throat, making you arch your neck a little and whimper. Then with a quick movement his body was hovering over yours, his knees pressing your thighs apart, and a  whine scaped from your lips as he quickly tore your lace panties and one of his hand moved between your legs to press against your clit. 

“Are you already wet for me, my love?” Tom groaned against the skin of your neck, you felt him sucking your sensitive spot and you knew that the next day would have a hickey there.

Yes…” you moaned,  trying to move your hips to reciprocate his movement on your clit, but Tom noticed your intentions and pulled his hand away to hold on your thigh while the other hand he used to support him on the mattress. “Please, don’t tease me anymore.”

“You need to behave first, baby girl.” you heard him whisper while grinding down onto your core, you bit hard your lower lip to keep a moan and Tom chuckled, lifting his face to be able to stare at you. “Who am I trying to fool?“

You moaned loudly in surprise when you felt Tom thrust hard without notice, he didn’t wait for you to get used to him and kept moving into you. Your fingers clutched at his shoulders while your body shivered with each deep thrust. With almost a month without him, your body was on fire and completely sensitive so soon you felt contracting around him tightly, and Tom’s eyes rolled back. 

Shit, you’re so damn tighter than before.”  he growled in pleasure,increasing the speed and strength, making the sound of your bodies bumping against each other take the room in mixture of your groans. “I will not last long tonight, my love.”

“Almost… Oh, Thomas.” you mewled, feeling one of his hands between your bodies moving against your clit and your head roll back on the pillows, your lips parted and your moan got caught in your throat as your orgasm came powerful. 

Tom moaned next to your ear when he reached his climax, decreasing slowly his movements until he stopped and fell at your side, gently pulling you to cuddle in his chest. You were silent as you tried to catch your breath and you just giggled when you felt Tom’s heart beat wildly. He kissed your temple than kissed your hair, stroking your face before sliding his fingers up to your chin, lifting your face to look at him. Tom smiled tenderly, leaning to kiss your lips with all his passion and longing, pulling out a small sigh from you.

“God, how I missed you.” he sighed in relief, holding you against his body a little longer before raising from the bed, he picked up his shirt that it was your favorite handing to you so then he could put a boxer, Tom smiled as he lay back on your side and watched you put his shirt. “You’re so beautiful, I really am one of the luckiest men in the world.”

“And I’m one of the luckiest women in the world.” you giggled, lying with your back against his chest so you could sleep spooning and he readily hugged your waist, hiding his face in your neck.

“What would I do without you?”

“You wouldn’t be one of the luckiest men in the world.” you sighed, closing your eyes as you felt him chuckle behind you.

“I love you too, my love.” Tom kissed your neck, and you felt your heart warm. You loved make sex with your boyfriend, but what is really good are the moments that you’re like this.

I know.”

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 80/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: sex allusion, cussing

Word Count: 3,410

Dedication: @nefarism, @cheerioscheerios, @xaandiir, @tryingandfailing, and @thedisneyderp for reasons

Tags: @halpdevon, @exadorlion, @lukassgoggles, @closestfriendivegot, @schokoobananaa, @justsmilingandnodding, @lapiamedots, @semoka, @kyller-biis, @alwayshesitantwiththepresident, @sarcastic-swl-dragon, @saturn-sails, @tallish-hobbit, @angelica-eliza-layafette, @gunsandshipsandpeggy, @thatdewdlesperson, @lafbagxette, @hamilton-trash-1, @cutebridge, @evil-weasel, @bad-l-ands, @thedisneyderp, @rose-is-in-the-void, @queen-bohemian-rhapsody, @genericusernameblahblahblah, @trash-sicle, @ichbindeindod, @dvddggs, @dreamingpastelcolors, @atomicprinceling, @aheadfullofglassbees, @jefffersons, @anitheunicorn, @creativescapist, @fruityfrootloops, @anonymouscrazyfangirl, @frannro, @nicnchill, @peachygroff, @fangirl6202, @thesebattlescarsarebeautiful, @lalalapin, @omlwhatamidoing, @wow-another-blog, @ordinaryornate, @spookytheoristpuppy, @nobeatnomelody, @hell-yes-puns-and-ships, @cheerioscheerios, @bellatrixmld, @spoiledbuni, @dammit-i-suck-at-this, @tinypathetichumanbrain, @ilove2badoable, @hoshizornyaa, @accidentally-impeccable, @coconuthoodie, @alexander-did-you-know, @theworldsasorrystate, @willoweve2011, @rainconfettis, @xaandiir, @woahtherebuddyfriend, @panda-powers, @ahyesfandoms, @yesthefightingfrenchbitch, @artandshitposts, @literallyhamiltrash, @gum-and-chips, @seiteixnalaicos, @aleciamagic, @lavender-random, @magicalpinkdolphin, @crustypantsu, @i-fandom-queen-stuff, @aham-threw-his-shot-away, @cennedixx, @skythornhollycat, @milolove1, @suspicious-protagonist, @rin-chu, @nefarism, @braabraaimloreo, @kilaco77, @ineloquent-scholar, @tryingandfailing, @fuvkinglou, @technoxslayer360, @just-me-an-asshole , @absolutemusicaltrash, @lawnmowerswig, @smolchinerd, @a-dott-ham, @bellatrixmld, @yourapplepiebetterbeworthit, @karmana-stevens-569, @bad-unicorn-of-hell, @fictionmeister, @new-poets, @shalanos, @celestialqueerfeminist, @crazyfangirl19, @patchesthed00t, @beycutebabe, @datbloodyunicorn, @crushingonhamilton, @awkward-turtles-awkward-cousin

A/N: fluffy fluff


“So, you’re willing to spend the rest of your life with Thomas Jefferson, the man you absolutely hated…that’s really fucking weird.”

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Hey

First of all love your blog. Your posts really brighten my day ☺️ If it’s not too much trouble Could you write protective lams?
I’d be down to do a trade for a Hamilton ship (same rules as you posted) or naw whatever works - @lilachason

Glad you enjoy my blog! I’m hoping to become a better writer so! <3! Also - fair warning - a few of my head cannons will be in this!

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Alex really enjoyed fall Saturday’s. The evenings to be more precise. The cool, crisp air, leaves turning all different hues of gold and fluttering around him, He enjoyed being able to steal some of John’s sweaters before he was awake, he loved beanies and apple cider. What he didn’t enjoy though, was when people trickled from the uni to go home. Those that were left were him and a few of his friends.

And some of the campus creeps. By creep he means those kid of guys that cat call anything that moves or breathes, but according to campus rules “Without illegal cause there is no reason to have them expelled.” Right, not because the dean was fucking their moms. 

This particular evening, clouds hung in the air, the smell of rain wafting across the college quickly, wind picking up a bit. Alex, hands in his pockets, snuggled his head further into the sweater of John’s, enjoying the scent. He and John were meeting Laf and Herc for dinner at a local cafe, John and Alex having later classes so they were meeting up soon.

Well, Alex was trying to.

People had passed, some saying hi or just waving and smiling, others ignoring him which he was okay with. He felt his blood run cold when he heard a wolf whistle, hair standing on end. Even if it wasn’t at him, he hated when people got cat called.

“Hey Hamilton! Fancy seeing you out here baby!” He huffed - of course Jacob Eaker and his stupid friends were out at this time.

Ignoring the idiot jocks - he had nothing against jocks, Herc was on the football team, and Alex tutored a few in Spanish, some were quite nice and sweet - these ones, however, weren’t. 

“Don’t ignore me baby girl!” His stomach rolled at the way the pet name left his lips, eyes automatically springing a few tears and he snuffed, pushing them back.

Head still down he stopped short, seeing Jacob’s shoes in front of him and he grunted. “Move, Eaker.”

A finger, curled at the bottom of his chin, forced him to look up, Alex’s mocha eyes meeting those cold, cruel ones. A smirk plastered on Eaker’s face, making Alex want to spit on him. “No need to be like that Rachel.” 

He cringed, face screwing up, stepping back, only to bump into one of the others. “Leave me alone Jacob.”

“You know,” He grabbed a lock of Alex’s hair, fallen from the beanie and twirled it around his finger, “You were so pretty when you first arrived. Long hair, eyes so wide and innocent, excited to even just be in the country I bet.” His goons laughed, “I wanted to strut over there, we’d have talked and you would have known what you wanted. Then you cut off your hair, flattened your chest more than it was, and started calling yourself Alexander Hamilton.” Jacob scoffed.

“I am Alexander Hamilton. And if you don’t mind I have to meet my boyfriend and our friends for dinner so once again, Eaker, move.” Jacob tutted, and he felt arms - CJ he thinks - wrap around his biceps, pulling them back.

His breath stuttered in his chest. “Let go of me.”

“But c’mon baby,” Jacob’s face was inching near his, and try as he might to turn his head, his face was gripped in Eaker’s hands, and he felt the nails digging in, drawing blood up to the surface. His voice dropped, “We could have so much fun tonight…let me show you what you’re missing by pretending to be someone you’re not…”

Alex bit his tongue, holding down a whimper as Jacob pecked right beside his lips, flinching, tears forming as he fought as much as he could. Being only 5′6 was not fun.

“Get the fuck off of him!”

Alex peeked his eyes open, Jacob turning as a few of his friends scattered, John standing at least five feet in front of them, Laf, Herc, Eliza and Maria behind him.

“Ah Johnathan! So good to see you - your girlfriend and I were just having a little chat, weren’t we?”

His face turned back, smirk on, and Alex took the opportunity, and spat all he could on his face. A wad landed right on his nose, dripping quickly down onto his lips. 

“You little shit!” A hard hit, decking him in the cheek and he went down, landing sideways, eyes blurring as he saw John leap forward, grabbing Eaker around the neck. Herc rushed forward - either to help or limit, not sure.

Eliza, Maria and Laf rushed to Alex, Eliza propping his head on her lap, brushing his hair away from the side of his cheek. “Alex, Alex hey hey! You okay?”

“Liza…hey…”

She let out a breathy laugh, and turned and watched as Eaker and the two goons left ran for it, Jacob’s nose bloody and eyes bruised.

John dropped heavily by Alex, running his hands softly over Alex’s face, kissing every inch of his skin. “Hey, hey baby boy, hey.”

Alex giggled, though it sounded groggy, “Hey Johnny…”

“God I hate that prick, he didn’t do anything worse did he?”

Alex shook his head. “Just, corned me. Kept saying he wish he’d gotten to me freshman year before I had met you.

John tried to lighten the situation. “Everyone wants you, I tell you, you’re too beautiful.”

“But he didn’t want…me.” John understood, pulling Alex to his chest, kissing the top of his head.

“Ignore that bastard baby.  His head’s so far up his ass the only thing bound to come out is shit. I’m surprised he’s still able to breath at this point.”

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Alex groaned, feeling John’s arm weigh heavily across his shoulders, his face being buried into Alex’s neck. “John, stop, we’re in class.”

“Hmmm, I know.” He peppered kisses slowly, and Alex, feeling the soft brush, had to hold in his giggly sighed, and John, knowing this, only tried harder. “Jefferson won’t stop looking at you though…”

“He’s looking because you’re being a distraction and he’s bitter his own boyfriend doesn’t love him this much.”

John sat up, and Alex turned to him, and he leaned forward, planting a kiss on Alex’s nose, smiling at the cross eyed, dopy grin he got.

He turned back to his notes quickly, and John sighed, over dramatically, leaning back onto his shoulders and burying his face back.

Alex huffed. “You’re not going to back off are you?”

John smiled. “Course not baby boy.”

Golden Boy

pairings: Thomas Jefferson x fem!reader, Alexander Hamilton x reader (platonic)

Request: “Hi! Can you do a Thomas Jefferson x reader with #166 and #197? Love your blog btw!”

#166: “Why don’t you say it to my face?”

#197: “You are so infuriating.”

Warnings: cussing, sexism, kissing?

Word Count: 1586

A/N: first off, to whoever sent this in, my blog just started so thanks! Much love! second, This is written from the third person POV, let me know if you like it better this way or the other way (see Saved and Of Course.) I kinda hate this one tbh, I was tired and didn’t know how to write this, but I needed to put on out so…here you go, sorry. I’m going to keep my inbox open so please still submit, I promise they won’t be as bad as this one (I hope.)

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Alexander Hamilton and (Y/N) (L/N), the power duo, the two lead one side of the debates at Kings College, opposite Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and Aaron Burr. Sure they were outnumbered, but the fiery passion burned brightly at all times, giving them to ambition to do anything.

All five of the scholars took Washington’s political science class, hence the ongoing hatred for the opposing side. Alex and (Y/N) were always favored by Washington and they loved it, they strived for it, preparing their arguments carefully and composing the words and then defend them from the opposing sides’ opinions with the same suit. They worked like clockwork, Alex wrote it down word for word, (Y/N) edited it and replaced words, and they presented it together, across the room from the three ignorant children, as Alex put it.

And the three were children, they would rile the other two up and they’d go home, maybe with a win, but also angry, annoyed, and pissed that they couldn’t take a jab at the leader of the group, Jefferson. He put them both on edge, his unruly curly hair and the pretentious purple hoodie the fuel to the fire.

They had engaged in a debate prior that day and Jefferson was relentless, and although (Y/N) had her temper under control, Alexander did not.

“Turn around, bend over, I’ll show you where my shoe fits!” Alexander spat, everyone’s eyes widening in shock. He was normally composed, a smart man, but the two people who weren’t stuttering quietly in shock were, Jefferson, a cocky smirk playing at the corner of his lips, and two, (Y/N), her eyes glaring at the tall man across the room. She breathed out quickly, rushing to speak in a hushed voice to Washington.

“May I speak to Alex outside quickly, I apologize for what he said, I don’t know what’s gotten into him.” He nodded curtly and she turned around pushing Alexander out the door that was situated conveniently behind them.

“Do you want to pull yourself together?” She grunted, pulling the hairband out of her hair and tugging a hand through the mess. She turned around and paced back and forth in front of him, making him realize he may have cost them the debate.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me, he doesn’t stay on the topic and he doesn’t-“ He defended before she cut him off.

“What you did in there was not acceptable, just because Jefferson was being intransigent doesn’t mean you say that. You can’t stoop to someone’s level to win an argument, you must treat him like to close-minded man he is,” She responded, before Alex let out a small laugh, his own ignorance becoming apparent to him.

“We’re going to go back in there and fix this,” He nodded and she raised her eyebrows at him.

“You’re not going to let him get to you, okay?” She flicked his forehead and he swatted her hand away.

“She couldn’t control him if she wanted, a woman isn’t capable,” A voice spoke from the hallway and they both quickly recognized it as the obnoxious Thomas mother-fucking Jefferson, the douche himself.

“(Y/N),” Alex warned, the fire becoming apparent in her eyes, she was the strongest and scariest person he knew when someone threatened her position by denouncing her gender.

“We aren’t in the room now, I can say what I want,” She grumbled, shaking his hand off her shoulder and walking quickly down the hallway, her heeled boots clicking against the tile. Her eyes found James’ first and he let out a shaky breath. Aaron and Thomas looked up when James nudged him, an arrogant smile breaking out on Jefferson’s face.

“Told you she would come running, she has less self-control than Hamilton back there-“ He laughed before her fiery eyes turned into a stone-cold glare.

“Say it again,” She barked, Aaron flinching, taking a step back.

“Excuse me?” He asked, confused at her request.

“Why don’t you say it to my face?” She snarled, taking a step toward the pretentious bastard, who now wore a concerned countenance. “Damn straight, if you want to talk bad at someone, how about you man- I’m sorry- woman the fuck up and say it to their face and not to your cowardly friends.”

“Damn,” Thomas mumbled as she walked away angrily, straightening the blazer taut on her shoulders.

“I told you she was going to wreck you,” James mumbled, walking after Aaron, who had left right after (Y/N) told them off.

They made it back into the room, Alexander apologizing for his outburst. They continued the debate, educated words falling from (Y/N)’s tongue like open form poetry, but Jefferson finding it impossible to form a coherent sentence, James accepting defeat for their side as Alex threw the final blow.

“The financial plan this man created was one of genius and commitment, he nursed the idea to life and the president set it into action, if it weren’t for him, our country would not be in the same place it in now.”

Alexander and (Y/N) received a 97% on their argument, the only dock was from Alex’s unkind words, which he apologized profusely for. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for them to score highly, not because they won, but because of how they constructed their arguments and delegitimized the counter-argument. Thomas, Aaron, and James never received low scores for losing, but they did with this one because of the lack of Jefferson in the second half.

“I’ll see you Monday, I’ll start writing the new topic when I get home, I’m excited for this one, I have a feeling.” Alex smiled giddily before (Y/N) shook her head, letting out a small laugh.

“Get some sleep first, visit Eliza, she misses you, complains that I’m taking you away from her, or go visit John,” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and he rolled his eyes. He had admitted once to liking John, but this was prior to his relationship with Eliza, but (Y/N) liked to tease him about it.

“Okay, text me when you get home,” He reminded her and she nodded, shaking her phone between skinny fingers and purple fingernails.

She began walking before hearing hurried footsteps behind her. She held her key between her fingers, cursing herself for not bringing pepper spray. She glanced over her shoulder to see a purple hooded man. Jefferson.

“What do you want?” She threw the comment over her shoulder, Thomas finally catching up to her and falling into the same pace.

“I wanted to apologize, what I said wasn’t true and I just get mad because you and Alex make such a great duo and we can never beat you. Washington loves you two like his own children. I just get frustrated, I can’t compete with you two,” He mumbled before adding clearly. “I’m sorry, what I said wasn’t true at all, you could control anyone you wanted, god you’re the strongest person I know.”

“What?” She questioned, stopping in her tracks.

“What? You are.” He shrugged.

“You’re infuriating, you can’t say shit like that,” She mumbled, she didn’t want him to say that she could control anyone, he was saying it like she was a god.

“Not in that way, I mean if you took it that way, I wouldn’t mind as long as Alex isn’t-“

“Shut up,” She laughed out and he looked at her confused. “Alex and I aren’t a thing, we’re friends, that’s it and why would you- oh.”

Her face flamed in a red blush as she realized what he meant by his statement. “Sorry, that was unneeded.”

“I- uh- no it’s fine.” She coughed out and they began to walk in silence. “This one’s mine.” She mumbled, climbing the stairs, surprised as his footsteps followed.

It’d be a lie if she said she wasn’t attracted to Thomas, he was simply attractive, curly hair framing his face with a ridiculously wide and bright smile to compliment. He was a pretty boy and for the opposite side, but now was time to make him pay for what he said.

“Do you forgive me? I really am sorry, I didn’t mean, well I meant to at the time, but I regret it now. I swear,” He stammered, she looked up at him, his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “And if it’s about the comment I made, I’m sorry about that too, those just tend to drop and I can’t stop myself when I see someone like you.”

A surge of confidence made itself evident in her stomach as she leaned against the door, twiddling her keys in between her fingers. “Someone like me?”

“Yeah, strong, opinionated, smart, quick-witted,” He said sheepishly, shrugging again.

“I guess I am like that,” She smiled flirtatiously, Thomas sucked in a breath as she took a step forward lips grazing the side of his jaw. “I hate people like you.”

“People like me?” He sucked in quickly, a hand dropping out of the pocket to hold onto her waist, rubbing circles into her hipbone.

“People who I can’t have,” She mumbled, pressing a little kiss to the skin at the top of his neck.

“You could,” He breathed out before she smiled wickedly, nipping at the skin she had just kissed, testing the waters.

“That’d be no fun,” She mumbled into his neck before turning around and opening the door and closing it behind her, locking it. “Learn how to hold your tongue, golden boy.”

“You can’t just do that,” His voice spoke gruffly through the wooden door.

“Ah, but Jefferson, I can.”

Pies and Ink


Life had been gloomy lately as the fourth year of war settled up England. Everything was different; with men shipped away women like yourself became useful, worked in factories and other places they needed you. You and your friends were taken a much deserved break drinking away at the pub. Men were retuning slowly, so a few were there but it was mostly women letting lose.

You were starting to think, like everyone else, that the war would soon be over. And you couldn’t be more excited when the day came; for your best friends to return. You wrote to them almost everyday; Arthur was the best at responding, keeping you updated about life in France and in the war. John would answer your letters once in a while, mostly when he felt like it, and still they made you smile when you received a letter addressed from him. Still, it was Tommy you missed most; you were inarguably the closest to him out of the Shelby brothers. You went to school with him since you were babes, him dipping your ponytail in his ink anytime he could. He never wrote to you, and you didn’t know why.

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To the Four of Us (Part Fifteen)

premise: modern AU chronicling the squad as they make their way through college and deal with general life things. 

words: 1,662

warnings: nothing really besides a bit of swears

a/n: this started out light but gOT REAL EMO REAL FAST IM SORRY

all chapters: x
tags: @heythereitsloey @anitheunicorn @newyorkyoucanbeanew @lafbagxette @justafangirlwithanavy @iamgrayfox @ordinaryornate @schuylerjoon @angelica-peggy-eliza @trashyperson101 @crazydragon15 @geespilots @marvelous-hamilfan @5p00kygh05t @panda-powers @and-maria @schokoobananaa @allthegoodurlshavebeentaken @aphboi @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @aham-threw-his-shot-away @hesitantcat @lafeyettegunsandships
dedication: @imdiggingdaveed for making sure im taking care of myself what a sweetheart!!!!!

soundtrack song: Tenerife Sea - Ed Sheeran

full soundtrack: x

sorry this one’s a bit shorter, yall, but i’m getting up super early tomorrow and this is all I had time for! Just so ya know, I MAY be able to update on Saturday, but that is the absolute earliest chapter 16 will come (sorry!!). 

let me know what you think!!! & message me if you want me to tag you in the updates!


By the time George made it to New York, it was the middle of the next day—apparently flights didn’t often depart from Virginia to NYC in the middle of the night on Fridays. When he made it to the hospital, where Alexander was put for safekeeping, he found his son sound asleep in the hospital bed, which had somehow mutated itself so that his head was angled downward and his feet were sticking up in the air.

George noticed that Alexander didn’t look as bad as he’d been expecting. Well, at least not from the side that he could see. He sat down on the edge of the bed and tucked his son’s hair behind his ear, surprising himself by feeling slightly melancholic.

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Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x

Part: 24/? 

Pairing: Jamilton 

Inspiration: this post and this song 

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs) 

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color. 

Warning: cussing, homophobia 

Word Count: 3,536 

Dedication: @exadorlion bc I want to remind them that I love them 

Tags: @randomcakes410, @midnigtartist, @kneel-to-maria, @halpdevon, @wildlittleman, @exadorlion, @lukasspresents, @closestfriendivegot, @celestialqueerfeminist, @schokoobananaa, @cometviolet, @justsmilingandnodding, @lapiamedots, @semoka, @jayceemayy, @kyller-biis, @focusofthememes, @sarcastic-swl-dragon, @starspeckled, @yourapplepiebetterbeworthit, @saturn-sails, @tallish-hobbit, @angelica-eliza-layafette, @sugarshark420, @gunsandshipsandpeggy, @doot-doot-cats, @thatdewdlesperson, @lafbagxette, @hamilton-trash-1, @cutebridge, @siguikinworld, @evil-weasel, @bad-l-ands, @lukadovemcm, @not-spider-man, @thedisneyderp, @aphamericanhero, @rose-is-in-the-void, @hosanna-is-the-name, @genericusernameblahblahblah, @oli-is-perfect, @trash-sicle, @theflowerprinces, @beycutebabe, @ichbindeindod, @awkwardly-inactive, @thekaymeister 

A/N: watch Jamilton roast the hell out of the principal with bible facts™ 


Alexander’s internal alarm clock woke him up at a rather early time. It was probably around five-thirty when he woke up. And he attempted to go back to sleep. However, there was a lot of things that he had to do. Oh, and the gorgeous man that was holding him was a bit distracting.

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Wake Me Up

Alexander x Reader
Words: 293
Prompt: when person a wakes person b up to tell them about their dream
HI FRIENDS
Okay so next i have an alexander x reader and i think a phillip x reader, it’s either phillip or laurens. either way, antHONY RAMOS!!!!!!!!!!
i’m having a  bit of a struggle with the alexander one which i’ll explain once i get it done ahaha
anyway, enjoy!

requests are open as usual x

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“(Y/N)!”

Your eyes shot open. “Shit, Alex, is there a fire or something?” You asked, looking at your boyfriend. You rubbed your eyes, yawning. “Please tell me you woke me for something important.”

“I had a dream,” Alexander stated, crossing his legs and smiling at you like a little kid.

“Alexander Hamilton, are you telling me that you woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me that you had a dream?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

“No, but it was a magical dream. I promise you, you’re going to want to hear this,” Alexander said, smiling at you. You sighed, turning on the bedside light.

“Okay, so it was you, me and Thomas Jefferson in a hot tub. And this is going to sound really crazy, but I proposed to you. Anyway, you kinda just raised your eyebrow. And then, suddenly Jefferson tied up his hair and he morphed into Lafayette! Isn’t that weird as hell?” Alexander said, chuckling quietly.

“Is that all?” You asked.

“No, then this chick came in a red dress and was like “Sir, I need a place to stay. Can you walk me home?” which didn’t make any sense because she said she had no place to stay! But she asked me to walk her home. God, dreams don’t follow life, do they? Anyway, then John Laurens came and gave me a hug, it was nice. I missed him and-“

“Alex, as much as I love hearing about your dreams, I need sleep. I have work in the morning,” You stated. “What time is it, anyway?”

“Five am,” Alex replied. Your eyes widened. “Shit! I’m gonna be late!” You exclaimed, getting up and bolting to the shower. Alex laughed. “You can thank me later!”

Doll? {Peter Pan Imagine}

Originally posted by lostgirl14480

Originally posted by gurl

Peter Pan Imagine 

Part IV of here 

Author: Joi A. Wade 

Requested: Yes,  I looooovveeee Doll!!!! more pls ily.,  OMG!!! DOLL was amazing I can’t wait for the next part😘, Brah when is the new I’m not your doll coming, I am loving that shiz!!  Your cliffhangers kill meeeeee😂 But seriously, can’t wait for part four of Doll! You’re an amazing writer ❤️😊 Do you know when you’ll be posting doll pt.3? I’ve been checking everyday lol it’s such an amazing series,  is there going to be a part 4 of “doll?” because i am DYING over here??!!

Note: Thank you all for being so patient with me and my slow updating recently, you guys are special! <3 

Warnings: THIS IS NOT THE FINAL PART, THAT IS COMING UP NEXT! JUST WANTED TO GIVE YOU GUYS SOMETHING AS A THANK YOU FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME! SWEARING SHORT AND CLIFFHANGER IS THE ONLY THING TO WORRY ABOUT! LOVE YOU ALL!


“Miss me, doll?”

You turned around in a flash, your blood running cold. Before you could even comprehend it, your back was pressed up against the drink table, knocking over a few cups in the process. Your eyes were as wide as dinner plates, while your heart sped up almost 100 beats per second as you stared at the person in front of you in pure horror.

Thomas. 

“B-But…y-you’re suppose to be-”

“In the hospital? Surprise, surprise, princess. I got out early from quick recovery, but Newt? Not so lucky, like Minho and I. He’s now got a limp, thanks to that piece of shit greaser and good for nothing gang.” He spat, his arms on either side of you, trapping you from going anywhere else. “Where is the little flake anyway?”

You shook from head to toe, keeping your eyes trained on him, just to make sure he kept to himself. “I-I…He’s in the bathroom. He’ll be back before you know it, so you better scram before he sees you near me again. H-He’ll put you right back in that hospital!” 

Thomas’s croaky laugh caught you off guard, his hands sliding up to hold you by your waist, as he pulled you in incredibly close to his body. He still reeked of colon and that ever-lasting stench of alcohol. 

“You must think I’m stupid,” He raised a hand up toward your face, making you flinch instantly. But, he wasn’t going to strike you. He just gently rolled his thumb over your bottom lip, tugging it out from between your teeth. “I know you, Y/n, and when you lie you love to bite that lower lip of yours. You can’t help it. You’ve done it since the first grade. So that means…lover boy isn’t here.” 

You trembled even more once he leaned in closer, your noses almost touching, and his warm breath fanning over your face. “Thomas…please don’t…” 

You felt one of his hands grip your jaw tightly, to the point where it was slowly starting to hurt. Thomas was beginning to get angrier the more he thought about that night. “You are such a trouble making bitch, you know that? None of this would be happening if you were just a good girl for me, like you always are. So what changed, huh? Was it that greaser? I saw the way he touched you, Y/n, why do you have to be such a slut? Newt is in the fucking hospital because of you, and now you’re going to pay the price for not keeping your legs open and your fucking mouth shut.”

By now he had his hand on your throat, pressing you even harder into the drink table. The blaring music and your lack of air were the main brick walls of you getting help from anyone, anytime soon. You clawed at his hand around your throat, looking up at him with pleading eyes. 

“T-Thomas, please…I-I’ll be a good girl…I s-swear..!” 

“Oh, not so tough now without your filthy trash following you around, Y/n? What happened? He get tired of your mouth too?” He chuckles, squeezing you a little bit harder. “Too bad. It can do such wonderful things when you’re not being a pain in the ass. I just might put it to use tonight.”

Before he could finally lean in and kiss you, a tap on his shoulder halted his movement, and made him turn around in annoyance. But, once he did, he was roughly pulled away from you and tackled into the ground. Sweet oxygen finally passed your throat and into your lungs, you rubbing your throat softly to ease the slight pain he caused. Looking down, you saw none other than Felix holding him down, and repeatedly assaulting him in the face, but this time Thomas was sober enough to fight back. By now everyone caught on to what was going on, as the music stopped and the room filled with sounds of shouting, profanity, and roughhousing; the friends’ of Thomas knew of the situation and came rushing to help get Felix off of him, but the Lost Boys were quick to cut them off with an ambush. 

      The host of the party, John, came out from the crowd, yelling and trying to get everyone to calm down, only for him to get socked in the jaw. That was enough to set him off, and join the fight that was circling around the area. And not too long after, it was full area of teenage boys fighting, along with a few greaser girls who decided to participate in the fun. The rest of the people who didn’t want to fight were scrambling toward the exit in terror, you being mobbed and swarmed by all those who ran right past you, almost knocking you over. 

Nearly falling to the ground, you were thankful to feel someone grabbing you by the arm, and pulling you back to your feet. Looking up, you made eye contact with the one person you’ve been wishing to see all night, as his boyish grin sent delightful chills down your spine. 

“Falling for me, doll?” 

Love Triangle (ft. Newt)

*Requested: Love triangle with Newt and Minho and Y/N that starts in the Glade and continues out in the Scorch. It intensifies in the Scorch because of the constant threat of death.*

You didn’t ask to be stuck in between a battle between two very attractive guys. There was a part of you that didn’t mind it at all though. But you also couldn’t shake the constant nagging feeling of guilt when you chose one over the other, or when you knew you were leading one on when you had your heart set on the other.

Minho had been quiet about his attraction to you from the start. You were no boy expert, and still don’t consider yourself one, but you saw something in Minho’s eyes the first day he met you in the Glade. And you knew what he was feeling because you were feeling it in every inch of your body and mind too.

And then there was Newt. Despite his innocent looking smile, he was quite the lustful shank. Constantly hinting at his physical attraction towards you, but also somehow someway catching you in unexpectedly deep conversations late at night. Lots of which ended in tears and hugs.

“Y/N,” you heard and felt Newt’s firm hand on your lower back. All of your attention focused on his touch, until you saw a head of short black hair move towards you.

“Minho,” you whispered almost inaudibly and you heard Newt’s voice talking about a plan to get out of the Maze.

“Wait, what?” You asked and Newt grinned at his success at regaining your attention. Your eyes glanced sideways and saw Minho’s eyes zeroing in on the placement of Newt’s hand on your body.

“We’re leaving tonight,” Newt said and you nodded absent-mindedly as Minho’s eyes met yours. There was a silent message there, but you were unsure as to what it was.

—-

Getting out of the Maze was one thing. Getting through the Scorch is a whole other thing.

You trudged through the city with Minho at your side and Newt in front of you.

“There’s something I need to say,” Minho said but was interrupted by Jorge’s booming voice.

“This is it,” he said and you all looking at the building with the pounding music.

“Great,” you said and stepped forward. You just wanted to get this over with so you could talk to Minho privately.

Newt stepped in as your “bodyguard” and the two of you walked through the sweaty bodies inside. The goal is to find Thomas and Brenda and get the hell out.

“Y/N,” Newt said as your eyes scanned the room, looking for the Greenie and his new female friend. Your eyes however kept landing on the one thing keeping you from going insane. Minho.

“Hm?” You asked and finally tore your eyes away from Minho’s intense stare. You turned to look at Newt and his lips were on yours instantly. You didn’t know what to do at first so you froze but in a second your hands were on his chest, pushing him away.

“Newt,” you said strongly and slightly angrily.

“I just thought you felt the same way I do about you… We’re not going to last forever, Y/N. I’m not going to be sane forever,” he said and you felt a pang of intense guilt suddenly, as if being punch in the stomach repeatedly.

“I know and I wish I could do this for you but it wouldn’t be fair to you or to me. I’m so so sorry,” you said and he knew you genuinely meant it, but you could see his bruised ego and feelings.

“Let’s find Thomas and get this all over with,” Newt mumbled and walked on through the crowd.

—-

Minho hasn’t looked at you since the party. Which means he witnessed the kiss. Which means you feel like total shit.

You finally pulled up to the Right Arm campsite and walked around, scoping the place out and keeping an eye on everyone. You can’t trust anyone. Anyone could be the enemy.

“Are we all clear?” You heard from behind you and felt relief and excitement flood through your body.

“All clear,” you said back and turned around to see the muscular Asian with a lopsided smirk and some dirt on his face.

“It’s nice to get a break even if it’s only for a little bit,” you said and sat down on the ground. Minho sat down next to you and you basked in his body heat. Is this what love feels like?

“I saw you and Newt today at the party,” Minho said after a few moments of silence and you felt nervousness bubble up in your stomach.

“I didn’t want him to do that. I never invited him to,” you explained and Minho looked out at the setting sun.

“So you didn’t want him to kiss you?” He asked and you shook your head as he turned to look at you.

“But what about me?” He asked and your voice got stuck in your throat so he continued.

“If you let me kiss you now, I won’t ever give up. Not on you or getting us to Paradise. If not then I’ll let that shank have his shot at winning you. It’ll hurt me like hell but I care about you way too much to put my feelings before yours,” he said and your voice still refused to come out of your mouth so you did the next best thing. You pulled his face in close and let his breath fan over your face before touching your lips to his. They were firm but soft and they moved hungrily, begging you to let them taste everything they’ve ever wanted. His arm wrapped around your lower back and pulled you in closer and closer, until there wasn’t an inch on your body that wasn’t enveloped in him and the experience.

You pulled apart and your lips instantly missed his. Minho didn’t say anything but pulled you in for another round of soft kisses.

“Is this what love feels like?” You finally said and Minho chuckled in relief.

“Yes. God, yes,” he said and hugged you close to him and leaned down to kiss you again.

Ridiculous French Fashion

* Thomas × Reader
* Hamiltime
* Requested by anonymous

* Request: silly story where Thomas is twirling his cane and being stupid and you surprise him and he straight up hits you with the cane and knocks you out I guess it can be slightly angsty too.

A/N: Alright! This is a completely silly story but also kinda cute. Sorry it took me a while but fair warning, schedule is getting busy right now. So be patient, the stories and requests will get done but updates will be slowed. But anyways, enjoy this story!

Word Count: 1,052

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It started when Thomas cane back from France in 1789. You were waiting at the dock for the boat to actually stop and for passengers to get off. It wasn’t hard to spot your boyfriend among the crowd. He was tall and had wild curls. And for some reason was wearing a magenta suit and holding a cane.

“Thomas!” You called. He looked in your direction. When his gaze landed on you he smiled and approached. He wrapped you in his arms, holding you in a tight embrace. “I missed you.” You told him. You held onto him tightly, suppressing tears of happiness at his return.

“I missed you to mon amour.” He said, infusing French and English. You would’ve been annoyed but hearing French in his deep southern accent was quite appealing.

“Care to explain your suit and cane?” You asked, truly curious.

“French fashion. Honestly, it’s much further along than our fashion here.” He said with exasperation. You giggled at him.

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Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x

Part: 28/?

Pairing: Jamilton 

Inspiration: this post and this song 

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs) 

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color. 

Warning: mentions of death, mentions of depression, cussing(?) 

Word Count: 3,408 

Dedication: @its-hamiltime for making me a squish alex and @midnigtartist for presenting the idea of squish Alex 

Tags: @randomcakes410, @midnigtartist, @kneel-to-maria, @halpdevon, @wildlittleman, @kinkshamer2k16, @lukasspresents, @closestfriendivegot, @celestialqueerfeminist, @schokoobananaa, @cometviolet, @justsmilingandnodding, @lapiamedots, @semoka, @jayceemayy, @kyller-biis, @focusofthememes, @sarcastic-swl-dragon, @starspeckled, @yourapplepiebetterbeworthit, @saturn-sails, @tallish-hobbit, @angelica-eliza-layafette, @sugarshark420, @gunsandshipsandpeggy, @doot-doot-cats, @thatdewdlesperson, @lafbagxette, @hamilton-trash-1, @cutebridge, @siguikinworld, @evil-weasel, @bad-l-ands, @lukadovemcm, @not-spider-man, @thedisneyderp, @aphamericanhero, @rose-is-in-the-void, @hosanna-is-the-name, @genericusernameblahblahblah, @oli-is-perfect, @trash-sicle, @theflowerprinces, @beycutebabe, @ichbindeindod, @awkwardly-inactive, @thekaymeister, @dvddggs, @dreamingpastelcolors, @theluckyjinx2170, @atomicprinceling, @aheadfullofglassbees, @jefffersons, @sweetlyminiaturesublime 

A/N: squish Alex under way. 


It was Sunday, Sunday the fifteenth.

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haleythehomiedoughsquad  asked:

PLEASE KEEP WRITING JAMILTON. I'M IN LOVE WITH THAT SHIP BUT I'VE ALREADY READ ALL THE GOOD FANFICS

Okay so I know this wasn’t really a request but I’m using it as an excuse to write more Jamilton because I ran out of Jamilton prompts and I really wanted to write this. Warning for a little more swearing than usual.

Send me a prompt if you want me to write something for you! If you use a list just specify old list or new list.

Thomas stared himself down in the mirror, trying to get his breathing under control. It was Alexander’s twenty-first birthday, and they were going to a big party for him at the Washingtons’ house. Thomas normally wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but his social anxiety had chosen that day to be a pain in the ass. He had been on edge all day, and the thought of the party was just agitating him further. It wasn’t like he didn’t get along with Alex’s friends—they were all polite and inclusive—but he still wasn’t that comfortable around them.

Alex appeared in the doorway, pulling his hair back into a neat bun. “You almost ready?”

Thomas forced a smile. “Just a minute.” He focused on Alex’s eyebrows. Eye contact was always hard for him, but it was even worse when he was feeling like this. Luckily, Alex was too distracted to notice. Thomas was grateful; he didn’t want to ruin the party for him.

A few minutes later, they were in the car. Thomas offered to drive. He liked driving when he was anxious; it allowed him to clear his mind and focus only on the road.

Alex turned on the radio to his favorite rap station and started rapping along. Thomas rolled his eyes and changed it to a jazz station.

“Jazz?” Alex asked. “Really, Thomas? What are you, like eighty?”

“It’s better than your rap shit,” Thomas muttered.

“Well, it’s my birthday, so we’re listening to rap.” Alex changed the station back and eyed Thomas, hoping for an argument from him. Instead, Thomas shrugged, never taking his eyes off the road.

“Are you okay?” Alex asked, turning the radio down.

Thomas nodded, tightening his grip on the wheel. “Fine,” he lied.

“Are you sure?” Alex placed his hand on Thomas’s arm, his eyes filling with concern. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“I’m fine babe,” Thomas insisted. “This is your big day.”

Alex wanted to push further, but he could tell that Thomas didn’t want to talk about it, so instead he patted Thomas’s arm and leaned back into his seat.

It was only a few minutes to the Washingtons’ house, but they were still the last to arrive. They were greeted with tight hugs from Martha, and Thomas received a firm handshake from George. From there, Alex went around to talk to all his friends, and Thomas immediately sought out the one person he felt most comfortable with: Angelica Schuyler.

“What’s up, Macaroni Man?” Angelica asked as Thomas joined her by the living room wall.

“The usual,” Thomas said, fixing his eyes on a point slightly below Angelica’s. “Just trying to keep up with Alexander.”

“That’s quite a task,” Angelica chuckled.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Thomas grinned. “How’s London?”

Angelica shrugged. “It’s all right, but I miss New York.” Her attention was caught by something across the room. “Hang on, I’m gonna go say happy birthday to Alex. I’ll be back.”

Angelica crossed the room to Alex.

“Happy birthday Ham,” she said, hugging him. As she pulled away she asked, “Hey, is your boyfriend okay? He seemed kind of unfocused.”

“What do you mean?” Alex asked.

“Well, he wouldn’t make eye contact,” Angelica explained. “I mean, I know that’s a thing for him, but it seemed worse than usual.”

Realization spread across Alex’s face. “That selfless asshole. Excuse me, Angelica.”

Meanwhile, Thomas’s panic was reaching new heights. He had calmed down a bit while talking to Angelica, but all the anxiety had returned. Being alone in a crowded room full of people he didn’t really know was one of the worst scenarios he could imagine. He tried not to look too relieved as he saw Alexander coming towards him.

Alex didn’t say anything. Instead, he grabbed Thomas’s hand and pulled him up to his old bedroom. He closed the door and led Thomas to the bed. They sat down, Alex keeping Thomas’s hands in his own.

“Why didn’t you tell me your anxiety was bothering you?” Alex asked.

“I didn’t want to ruin your party for you,” Thomas said, staring at their intertwined hands.

“Baby,” Alex said. “I don’t want to enjoy the party if you’re not enjoying it.”

“I’m sorry,” Thomas muttered.

“Don’t be sorry. I just want you to be happy. We can leave if it’s too much for you.”

Thomas shook his head aggressively. “No. It’s your party. This is your biggest birthday until, like, forty. I don’t want you to miss it because of me.”

“Thomas.” Alex raised Thomas’s chin so Thomas would look at him. Thomas quickly glanced at Alex’s eyes, then dropped his gaze back down toward his hands. “I would do anything for you,” Alex continued. “Just say the word and we’ll go.”

“No…” Thomas took a deep breath. “No, I want to stay.” He forced himself to look into Alex’s eyes. There was so much love in them. It evened out Thomas’s breathing just the tiniest bit. “I can handle it. Just… Stay by me?”

“Of course,” Alex said, pressing kiss to Thomas’s forehead. “But promise me that if it gets to be too much you’ll tell me.”

“I promise.”

SilverFlint Fic Recs

I’ll do another post for James/Thomas (which will probably include James/Thomas/Miranda because OT3 love), but I figured I’d tackle Pirate Husbands first because so MANY good fics have appeared since S3 started airing! I remember back when it was me and Jenwyn and maybe one or two other people in this sandbox and now there’s So! Much! Talent! It’s fucking awesome. There are of course other wonderful fics in the fandom, but if I tried to rec all of them this list would be very long, so these are my favorites. Most of these are with Silver bottoming like the anon requested but I’ve also got a few on the list that are the other way around.

Not All Treasure by ElvenSorceress [E] - S1/S2, the events of canon retold as if Silver and Flint acted on their mutual attraction early in the first season. I love this series, it features “Silver you little shit” and prickly, recalcitrant Flint, but also has some terribly cute moments (like “Cannon Fire,” which features them lying in bed quoting Shakespeare at each other and I simply can’t).

Get down boy, go head get down by SageMasterofSass [E] - Sex Worker AU, both canon-era and Modern AU. A series of fics where Silver is a sex worker - first in Max’s brothel, then in Modern AU with Mob Boss!Flint (featuring scorching hot weapons kink omg), then the third chapter where Flint is a businessman who hires Silver to dom him so he can unwind.

Scorched Earth by Dee218 [E] - Post-S2, Flint can’t get Silver out of his head and jerks off thinking about him. It’s hot as fuck and I love Flint’s internal monologue in this one to pieces.

push by tessykins [E] - Missing 3.04 scene. Silver is an enormous shit in this one and I love it so much. He taunts and pushes and Flint snaps and they have wonderful sex against a tree.

Ballast by ember_firedrake [E] - Post-3.04. Silver takes control of his captain to help him let go of his stress.

Painless by ElvenSorceress [M] - During 3.07. Silver is spiraling out of control, and the only person who understands what’s going on in his head is Flint.

Powder Keg by ember_firedrake [E] - Immediately before the finale. Flint teaches Silver how to use a musket, the tension between them breaks. Super hot intercrural sex, which is something I never see enough of.

another day, another door by mapped [T] -  A character study of Flint realizing how close to him Silver has become that ends with him letting Silver in -  AKA the fanfic scene that came to life in the finale.

What Fades Away by samedifference61 [M] - Post-S3, Thomas hangs like a ghost over Miranda’s house. Silver is curious, Flint is reticent. A study in two people slowly gaining intimacy with each other.

Order Fire by tessykins [E] - Modern AU, Flint is a chef and Silver is the terrible kitchen assistant who loves to push Flint’s buttons. Hilarious banter between the two of them and super hot smut.

Speak Now (Taylor Swift) - Stiles Stilinski Song Imagine (Fluff)

-So I know not everyone will be happy with the topic… I apologise, I don’t want to create drama on the blog, I’m staying out of the team whatever on Teen Wolf for one simple reason that Kaya Scodelario put very well in an interview when she was asked about Thomas’ relationship with Teresa and Brenda (Maze Runner); you shouldn’t put two women up against each other. It’s completely unnecessary because they’re two different people and have different connections with the mentioned man/boy idk. Anyway, that’s just me, I don’t know about others… I just feel like we don’t live in a day and age when we have to put two women or even men up against each other, because you can be friends with the opposite sex and not have to kiss or whatever.
But let’s leave it.

Request: Can u write an imagine where Stiles is in love with u but he’s going to marry Malia & the others from the pack think he should marry you; before the wedding u go to him & u 2 ran away together? Listen to Speak Now by Taylor Swift cuz the lyrics fits

Warning: please don’t attack me because of how Malia comes through in this imagine, I’m following the song as it was requested. no other warning though.

- Characters included: Season 1-4 (Allison, Isaac, Danny, Cora and Derek also included, but not Erica or Boyd as I’d say they’d only be guests?) -

Well this is new? I’m not sure how song imagines work, but this is my take on it? (I also didn’t follow the song exactly because I was inspired so this isn’t perfect, but it does still link to the song and especially the song)

Long af.

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“Hey, Y/n,” Scott grabbed your arm and lightly tugged you back as the girls all followed Malia into a room, but now the two of you stood in the hallway, your eyes looking up at him curiously, trying to mask the pain you were in. “Can we talk?” he asked, letting you go and slipping his hands into his pockets. The boys were already all dressed up in their suits, only missing the lilies from the button holes.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing now?” you asked, reaching up to clip his bowtie together which had only been hanging around his neck.

“Thanks,” he buttoned up the last one, right up to the top of the shirt and then tugged a little at his jacket to right it, “Seriously though, we need to talk about this,” he said before looking at you and taking you by your hand, opening the door for the bridesmaids, but they were all with Malia. Yes, you were a bridesmaid for the wedding of your best friend and his girlfriend who you were probably easy to say you envied. She was about to marry the guy you’d been in love with for too long.

“Talk about what? Scott-“

“Okay, oh thank God,” Lydia walked in, Kira shutting the door behind the four girls. “We need to talk.”

“Where are the boys?” Allison asked, walking further into the room.

“They’ll be here in a second,” Scott shrugged.

“Okay, can someone tell me what the hell is going on?!” you asked, getting frustrated and looking at all of your friends, when the door opened once again, Derek, Isaac, Liam and Danny walking in.

“We need to talk to you, now,” Derek said, making sure that no one was listening in.

“Okay, well whatever it is can wait until after-“

“It can’t wait. The whole point is Stiles is making a mistake, and so are you,” Allison cut in.

“What the hell are you on about? Have you all gone crazy? Stiles made this choice, he proposed, they’ve been planning this for ages, of course he’s not making a mistake, he’s had lots of time to think things through. He knows what he’s doing, for God’s sake, just trust the guy for once,” all lies. And you knew the werewolves in the room knew it too. “I’m lucky enough Malia invited me, never mind let me be her bridesmaid. Let’s not ruin it, okay?”

“You sit on a throne of lies,” Isaac quoted Stiles from a couple of weeks ago when you told him that you would be honoured to be Malia’s backup bridesmaid. And now look, you would have to walk down the aisle just before her, wishing to be the one wearing the white dress.

“Now is so not the time to use the sarcasm Stiles has taught you, Lahey,” you sent him a look as he just smiled lightly.

“Whatever!” Cora cut the beginning of a small bickering in two. “You’re both making a mistake.”

“You know something’s up when a Hale is telling you that,” Lydia shrugged.

“Look, do you love Stiles or not?” Danny looked at you and you only, not caring about anyone else’s point of view of the moment.

Hesitating, you averted your eyes from everyone and looked down at your shoes, something Lydia forced you into. You knew the answer, you’ve known it for a long time, you just weren’t sure if the feeling was returned. “I do,” you said quietly.

“You know in some places, that’s all you need to get married,” Liam chimed in, making everyone groan and send him an annoyed look, which only got him to shrug with a small smile. “It’s a serious conversation, I can’t deal.”

“Okay, puppy,” you rolled your eyes.

“Y/n, just talk to him,” Scott sighed.

“It’s pretty annoying to see that when you enter the room, his heart rate picks up more than when his fiancee does. So if you don’t go over there and talk to him-“

“You’ll rip her throat out with your teeth?” Kira asked, making you chuckle and shake your head.

“Okay that’s way before your time-“

“Holy shit, shut up!” you exclaimed, making everyone turn to you. “I’m not-“

“Yes you are,” Scott grabbed you by your elbow once more and pulled you out of the room, right across the hall and knocked on the door before you could say anything. “Just tell him the truth, just speak now, while you can,” he told you before squeezing your shoulder and sliding to the side as the door opened.

“Y/n,” Mr Stilinski smiled at you and that was when it hit that you didn’t have anything to lose, nor any way out. “Nice to see you, how are you?” he asked, not moving, just standing in the door.

“I”m fine, thanks Sir. Could I talk to Stiles?” you asked, glancing over his shoulder to see Stiles standing in front of a mirror and trying to get his bowtie right.

“I’m not sure it’s good luck to see the bride before the altar, is it?” Mr S smiled and you almost choked on your spit.

“I-I-I”m s-“

“Dad, let her in, will you? And don’t think you’re so funny for once, yeah?” Stiles’ hands landed on his dad’s shoulders, pushing him past you and into the corridor. “Can you try to find the rest of the guys?They’ve kinda disappeared on me and it’s showtime in about twenty minutes,” he added as he grabbed your hands, pulling you into the room. “Thanks, love you!” he said before closing the door and leaning against it, eyes closed as you stood there awkwardly. “Whoa,” he sighed, looking like he was about to fall.

“Are you okay?” you asked nervously, knowing that soon you would have to confess and that’s not something you could evade anymore. It would have to happen now, or never. But you knew that if you didn’t say, someone else would, and it may ruin your lives if that happened…

“I’m stressing out. Thanks for being here,” he smiled softly and grabbing your hands, pulling you into the room and standing in front of the mirror. “How in the name of-“

“Here,” you swept his hands away and buttoned up his shirt to the top, then clipping the bow tie on. “Why are you stressing out? Isn’t this what you want?” you asked, straightening his collar and helping with his cufflinks.

“I don’t know, Y/n,” he sighed looking at himself in the mirror and then running a hand through his hair. “Am I making a mistake? I mean-“

“You love her, don’t you?” you asked and his eyes snapped to yours, but you saw that his eyes weren’t clear, they were mixing with some other emotions. “I mean that’s why you proposed and why you have been planning for so long, right? Why you abandoned the colour blue because she wasn’t up for a Mets themes wedding?” you asked with a small smile, trying to hide the pain.

“I don’t know,” he sighed.

“Look, I can’t say-“ you cut off with a sigh before shaking your head and deciding to just say it. “Okay, listen. I promised myself I wouldn’t tell you this because you deserve to be happy and that’s all I thought you were since dating Malia. But at the same time, you’re not a guy who should be marrying the wrong girl. Scott told me to speak now and it’s what I’m gonna do-“ you cut off as you heard a shout from somewhere in the corridor. Something about looking out, but you didn’t care. This was it. This was your moment. “I’m sorry, I’m not this type of person. I’m not the type of girl to just attempt to try and ruin a wedding, but-“ you cut off and sighed once again, sitting on the sofa next to the mirror where you could still see him. He stood silently, eyes following your every movement, but his face blank and void of emotion. “Stiles, I love you. I don’t think you’re doing the right thing. Hell, I wish you were marrying me, but I know it’s no my place to say that. SO if you change your mind, I’ll be at the back door, but otherwise, I’ll see you at the party,” you said and stood up, walking out of the room as fast as possible.

Or at least that’s what you imagined would happen…

The others had persuaded you to talk to Stiles, but all you had done was tell him good luck. So the boys had taken matters into their own hands.

Swiftly after leaving the room they had taken you to, the boys went back to Stiles, finding his dad there. The girls had taken you back to Malia. She was standing in front of the mirror, the others telling her she looked lovely while you made sure the flowers were right, occasionally adding into the conversation around you. The boys however…

“Stiles, are you sure about this?” Scott asked, tying his best friends’ tie and then placing the flower into the button hole.

“Of course he’s not, can’t you smell it?” Derek chimed in, sitting on the sofa beside Isaac, holding a glass of champagne, the bottle not far away.

“Can we not have werewolf skills for one day?” Mr Stilinski chuckled, closing the door behind him, only just grabbing the end of the brief exchange.

“I don’t know, Scott,” Stiles finally answered.

“Then why are you doing this?” the best man asked, shrugging.

“Because it makes her happy,” Stiles righted his collar.

“That’s not right,” Liam spoke up, wanting to voice his own thoughts. He saw what type of pain you were in and he could sense that Stiles wasn’t happy either. It didn’t seem right to him, even if he knew that he would probably get in trouble later, but Scott wouldn’t let that happen. Liam was brave enough to say what none of them could bring themselves to. “You can’t marry someone to have them happy. What about you? What about Y/n?” he continued and Stiles’ head snapped to him.

“What are you-“

“Oh come on Stiles, we’re not blind,” Isaac rolled his head forward to actually look at him instead of up at the ceiling in boredom.

“You guys look at each other as if you’ve been married for years and yet haven’t told each other,” Danny smiled a little, taking the bottle of champagne from Derek, who had tried to at least forget something, wishing that werewolf powers would still allow to get drunk. It’d make things a little more exciting.

“But I-“

“Just think about it,” Scott stopped Stiles from lying to everyone, including himself, again. “We can hear it. When does your heart really beat fast?” he asked.

“When did we turn into girls?” Derek asked.

“Oh my God, don’t drink,” Stiles groaned.

Meanwhile, you had left the girls, going for a little walk, wanting to clear your head. You had ten more minutes to get back to the room and in time to walk down the aisle and have your heart break in two.

Oh wait was that a bit drastic?

“Y/n?” you turned to see Melissa right behind you, smiling. “Are you all right? Scott told me you and Stiles were both having some doubts about things. Are you okay do you want to talk?” she asked as you shook your head.

“I’m fine. I can’t do anything about it now,” you shrugged.

“Of course you can, what do you mean?” Melissa asked as you just sighed and crossed your arms, feeling vulnerable.

“I just- He’s making a mistake. They both are. I- He hasn’t heard me out,” you sighed as she smiled softly and pulled you into a hug, letting you bury your head into her shoulder.

“He still can. You just need to speak now, while you still can. You’re going to look back at this later in life and regret not saying anything. So do it,” she told you, holding you close.

Waiting at the door for the others to go, it was only Malia, Scott, Kira, Danny and you waiting to go. You were next.

“Hey, Y/n, if I were you, I’d go to the back of the church door. Right after everything,” Danny whispered to you as you linked arms with him, now slowly walking down.

“Why?” you asked.

“Trust me,” he smiled, letting you go and standing in line, right behind Isaac and you stood behind Allison, totally confused.

You watched Kira and Scott walk down and then stand in the front of the lines, before Malia was walked down the aisle by her father. You glanced over at Stiles who didn’t seem ecstatic. Looking at Isaac, you saw that he knew it too, actually, all of the boys knew it. Scott kept glancing between the future husband and wife, looking unsure, which completely confused you, since the girls were the same way. It looked like they wanted to say something, but at the same time didn’t want to. When Malia arrived at the front, her father kissed her cheek before she stood facing Stiles, who grabbed her hands with a small smile, seeming happy. Your heart ached for him to look at you the same way, but you knew this was right. This was them. They loved each other. He returned her love, not yours. What friend would you be if you-

Melissa was right. You couldn’t do this! You should speak now.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” you took a step out and merely said his name, everyone looking at you appealed and surprised, but you saw the bridesmaids and groomsmen seem relieved.

“Stiles, I’m sorry. I can’t do this. This isn’t me. I can’t watch you get married. I’m sorry, have a nice life,” you took a step towards the couple, both shocked, but Scott’s face behind Stiles’ gave you the confidence you needed. “I love you. I can’t be a part of this,” you told the boy you loved before turning and briskly walking down the aisle.

Turning to his bride to be, Stiles bit his lip, then squeezed her hands. “Malia, I’m sorry. I want you to be happy, but this is not what I want. I hope you find the guy who will make you happy, and I’m so sorry that it’s not me,” he shook his head, placing a kiss to her cheek, which she only nodded at.

“I get it,” she sighed before sending him a small smile and that was all he needed to see before letting go of her forever, and running down the aisle after you.

“Y/n!” you were already at the door, hands on the wood, about to push them open so you could leave all of this heartbreak behind. “Y/n, wait!” you turned slowly, only to have his body crash into you, dipping you with arms around your waist as his lips found their way to yours and soon enough, you were kissing, your hands around his neck. “You’re the one I want. The only person I’ll say yes to is you,” he whispered, eyes searching yours to see what he was craving. “So, do you take me as your boyfriend? Because I love you. Have for a while, just been blind,” he said softly.

“I know. You’re an idiot, so blind, but I do. I take you as my boyfriend. I do,” you smiled wide, your heart swelling and feeling fool for the first time in years. For the first time, you were both happy.

MASTERLIST

The Little Things [Calum/4]

A/N: I’m back and i’m starting to write again so request if you wanna and come talk and get to know me! Okay enjoy!

Warnings: Nothing really.. Just mention of sex

Summary: Life a groupie/ hookup (realistic? idk)
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I just laid there. I remember going back to when I was about 12 or 13 and reminding myself that one I will get here; find a boy and fall in love. I remember reminding myself that all my flaws and burdens I had and I saw, will be loved by someone one day. That gave my 12 year old self a lot of hope but did i truly believe it? Probably not.

I still didn’t believe it. I was laying here in the arms of Calum Thomas Hood a bassist in one of the most popular bands out there right now. I dreamed of this moment, getting ready for my concert I dressed for this moment. The moment where he would notice me for my body and looks so that he would invite me backstage, i would meet the band than the rest will be exclusive.

That’s exactly what I got and now i’m laying here listening to the soft snores wondering if this is what I really wanted anymore.

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