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happy Halloween from the right-hand band at Hamilton on Broadway!

137 Winter  Writing Prompts!

1. “Come out in the snow with me!”

2. “I can’t believe it’s already snowing,”

3. “Want some cocoa?”

4. “I’m baking!”

5. "I can’t feel my legs.”

6. “Don’t open those till later!”

7. “What’d you get me?”

8. “Thanks for the.. Uh.. Gift?”

9. “I have no clue what this is supposed to be.”

10. "I’d rather stay inside.”

11. “The house is so warm.”

12. “It’s warm inside.”

13. “There’s no way I’m going out in that weather!”

14. “Is this the first time you’ve seen snow?”

15. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

16. “Happy New Year’s Eve eve eve eve eve eve eve!”

17. “It’s New Years, aren’t you going to kiss me?”

18. “I wonder where that mistletoe came from.”

19. “Do we have to kiss at midnight?”

20. “Hug me so I can Get warm.”

21. “You’re like a heater!”

22. “Bah humbug.”

23. “You’re useless with wrapping presents!”

24. “Why did you get this for me?”

25. “Merry Christmas, you dork!”

26. “You can wait another 24 hours to open presents.”

27. “I hate waiting.”

28. “Let’s listen to Christmas albums and get drunk off of eggnog.”

29. “Eggnog sucks, fight me.”

30. “Eggnog rules, bite me.”

31. “You’re as red as Rudolph!”

32. “Christmas hats are the bomb, okay?”

33. “Let this be over now.”

34. “No, you can not start listening to Christmas albums before Halloween.” - “Well I disagree.”

35. “Halloween is better.”

36. “Let’s have Hallowmas!”

37. “Isn’t the snow just amazing?”

38. “No white Christmas this year…”

39. “Let’s see who can catch the most snowflakes with their tongue!”

40. “Snow angels!”

41. “Do you wanna Build a-” - “Absolutely not.”

42. “You look cute when you’re cold.”

43. “Let’s sit by the fire.”

44. “Up to roasting marshmallows?”

45. “Come on! Can I open just one?”

46. “You have flour on you face.”

47. “Who knew making cookies was this hard?”

48. “Easier said than done.”

49. “Let’s go get some pre made dough.”

50. “We burned it all…”

51. “Ginger bread people are very serious!”

52. “Cookie frosting contest!!!”

53. “I think I’ve has enough cookies for two years… Wait is that pie?”

54. “Let’s have an all pie Christmas!”

55. “What do you mean ‘too many cookies’?”

56. “Can you reach that spot on the tree?”

57. “We have to get that tree!”

58. “Did someone spike the eggnog?”

59. “Yes I have four trees. Don’t judge me.”

70. “Where’s the topper!”

71. “The tree looks… Nice…”

72. “Oh wow.”

73. “We must win the house lights contest!”

74. “I think we need glitter.”

75. “I made too much tea. Didn’t i?”

76. “Want some tea?”

77. “Did someone eat half of the cookies?!?”

78. “Just because it’s Christmas/New Years doesn’t mean I have to dress up.”

79. “It’s New Years/ Christmas! Of course I need to dress up!”

80. “What the hell do I get them?”

81. “That’s perfect for them!”

82. “Light the candle!”

83. “Why is it so damn cold?”

84. “Happy Hanukkah!”

85. “Let’s watch stupid Christmas movies and get wasted.”

86. "It’s too cold to do anything!”

87. “thanks for the gift… I guess.”

88. “Hey, at least you tried.”

89. “Snow ball fight!!!”

90. “Our ginger bread house is just… Sad.”

91. "My cookies are far better than yours.”

92. “Oh my GOD how did you make these!?!”

93. “This is the best cookie I’ve very eaten.”

94. “This is the worst cookie I’ve ever eaten.”

95. "How could someone make food this badly?”

96. “tea is so much better than cocoa!”

97. “Cocoa is superior to tea!”

98. “Why are we fighting over beverages!?!”

99. “Sit down and eat the damn food!”

100. “We need to make food for how many people?!?”

101. "You’re cute when you’re freezing.”

102. “All I want for Christmas is you!”

103. “No way you’re going out in the snow in that!”

104. “Did you actually get a Santa suit?”

105. “Catching snowflakes with your tongue is harder than it looks…”

106. “I may die if it gets any colder.”

107. “Finally! Snow!”

108. “Happy Festivus!”

109. “So you’re telling me that you got everyone dollar store makeup for their gifts?!?””

110. “It’s Christmas! You’d think at least someone would be selling trees!”

111. “Wake me up when it’s Christmas.”

112. “Wake me up when Winter’s over.”

113. “Winter is my favorite time of the year!”

114. “Who stole all the gifts!?!”

115. “There’s so much snow in my boots.”

116. “We’re snowed in!”

117. “Are you sure you want to get me a gift?”

118. “I don’t deserve you…”

119. “So… Looks like we’re the only ones without dates, huh.”

120. “Wanna kiss?”

121. “I’m alone on valentines day. What could get worse?”

122. “Looks like we’re stuck here until all the snow blows over..”

123. “Seriously!?! The powers out?”

124. “Who sent these chocolates and flowers?”

125. “I don’t deserve this gift, Y/n. You have to take it back.”

126. “I think eating Chocolate alone on a holiday is completely normal.”

127. “Did i actually sleep through Christmas/New years/ Hanukkah?”

128.1 ‘Did you actually dye your hair red and green?”

128.2 “Seriously did you dye your hair blue for winter?”

128.3 “How is it possible to dye your hair gold for new years.”

129. “We’re not going to spend the holidays alone and sad. i won’t allow that!”

130. “I’m bringing the holiday party to you!”

131. “Please come over. I don’t want to be alone on Christmas.”

132. “Yes i’m out clubbing on new years. Please just pick me up!”

134. “I think i love you. Wow that sounds so cliche.”

135.  “I know that people usually kiss under mistletoe but.. I had other things planned.”

136. “Seriously, staring at me won’t get me to be your new years date.”

137. “You know i could never leave you alone on your favorite holiday.”


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Mom: Honey, I need you to rap something for me.

Me: (ears perking up) You want me to rap something for you?!

My mind: *I never thought I’d live to see this day*

Mom: Yes, come in here.

Me: (bursting in the room) Lafayette! I’m taking this horse by the reins making Redcoats redder with blood stains. Lafayette! And I’m never gonna stop until I make em drop and burn em up and scatter their remains.

Mom:

Me:

Mom: (holds up gift wrap)

Me: Oh. WRAPPING. 

anonymous asked:

What's up with Laf and Herc?

Herc: You know as much as I do, man.

Herc: Sometimes if we disagree, Laf kinda. Freaks out?? He panics and skips town but he’s never hauled ass all the way back to FRANCE before.

Herc: I just wish he’d talk to me when this happens instead of running away, you know? I can’t even remember what we fought about. It’s stupid…

Laurens: Man, I’m cold…

Lafayette : Oh here, have my jacket.

Alexander:Yeah, I’m pretty cold too

Thomas: What!? [Taking off jacket] I told you to bring more layers, but, of course, you didn’t listen! [Piling scarves on top of Alexander]

Alexander: Wait! Thom-MPH!!!

Thomas: And now look, I’ve got to make sure YOU don’t FREEZE TO DEATH! [taking somebody else’s hat] And how long have you been cold!? You should’ve said something sooner, you idiotic
ass-hole!

Lafayette and Laurens: … o.O

Three’s a Crowd (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

Heyyyy everyone. Hope you enjoy this fic, I loved writing this it was so much fun. Shoutout to my friend @pumpernickelbae for first reading this fic for me and being so supportive of my writing, and also, shoutout to my friend @omqitsnaya because she was so engaged while reading this and telling me all these thing while she was reading them and she’s just an angel. i love them so much. 

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: You try to figure out how to tell Anthony you’re pregnant. With triplets.

Word count: 2086

Warnings: Just cursing, a cute Anthony being really oblivious to everything

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You were having triplets. The moment the doctor said it you could hardly believe it.

Excuse me?” You asked, your voice rising to high decibels.

The doctor turned to look at you. “You’re having triplets.” She said with a small smile.

You sat there, feeling shocked. When you were in the car, you were still shocked. When you got home, you were still in a state of complete shock. You and Anthony were going to have to take care of three babies. You didn’t think you could even handle one baby, and now you found out you have to take care of three.

Even through the shock, you still couldn’t help but be a little happy. You had three little people growing in your stomach. As scary as it was, it was still a little exciting.

“Oh god.” You groaned as you thought about how you were going to tell Anthony. You didn’t know how he was going to react. And even though you knew he would never, you still couldn’t help but worry that Anthony might leave you. What if he doesn’t want triplets? You thought to yourself. You tried to bury that nasty thought away from your head to no avail.

“Hey babe!” Anthony shouted from the kitchen.

You yelped and jumped in the air. Anthony peeks his head out from the kitchen door way.

“Sorry, baby. Did I scare you?” He asked. You walked over to the kitchen and he walked back in, continuing whatever thing he was doing before.

“A little bit.” You replied.

He turned back to you. “I wasn’t talking about you “baby”. I was talking about our baby “baby”.”

You shook your head and laughed, refraining from responding with “Which baby are you talking about?” He continued cutting up the onions.

“So how’s our baby?” He asked. You could hear the smile in his voice and you couldn’t help but smile as well.

“They’re all doing fine!” You said cheerily.

He looked at you again, an even bigger smile on his face. “Oh that’s so fucking great.” He walked over and gave you a big kiss on your lips, then moved his lips lower so he can kiss your stomach.

You giggled, realizing he didn’t catch what you said.

“Dinner’s going to be ready in half an hour. Sit down and relax.” He said, throwing the now cut up onions into the pan.

“Isn’t it a two-show day today?” You asked, sitting down at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, I only have like an hour and a half before I needa leave.” He responded. You nodded your head and just watched him cook. When the food was done, you both ate, talking about whatever it is that you could.

“Hey, can you get me some water real quick?” You asked him when he stood up to wash your plates.

“Yes, ma'am.” He said, taking your cup with him.

Three ice cubes. Three babes.” You said. You added the babes at the end, a nickname you called him every once in a while. However, this time you hoped he would hear it in the context of babies. He didn’t, of course.

“Okay… Anything for you.” He said, looking at you with confusion.

He got you your water. You groaned inwardly, disappointed that your subtle confession didn’t work. You’d have to step up your game.

Anthony left, and you plotted the next triplet reveal.

A couple days later, on another two-show day, you had another plan to tell him you were having triplets.

When Anthony had gotten home late at night, you offered to get him a glass of water before bed.

“No, Y/N. You can’t walk.” He protested, getting up to get it himself.

“Anthony Ramos. I am not even three months pregnant. I can still do things for myself.” You said, pushing him back onto the bed. “I will be getting you water.”

He grumbled to himself but let you leave.

You came back into the room, holding a glass of water. In the water were three ice cubes, each with a miniature baby in them.

Anthony laughed as you handed him the glass. “Babe, you already told me you were pregnant. You didn’t have to do this.” He gave you a kiss, then drank from the glass.

You rolled your eyes. Time for a new plan.

Two weeks later it was Thanksgiving. You and Anthony had invited Daveed, Jasmine, Lin and his wife Vanessa over to your apartment for a Thanksgiving dinner. The week before, you had told Jasmine about your having triplets. She’d agreed to keep it a secret, and you and her planned how to surprise Anthony with the news at dinner. She’d had the idea to have three of everything, much like your original plan with the water (which didn’t work, and when you told her this, she just shook her head and said to try it anyway).

Because it was Thanksgiving, you’d both agreed to keep the dinner more than three items,  but everything else was in threes. Three different stuffings, three different types of meat, three different drinks to choose from, and three of every utensil. It was a very blatant message, and, according to Jasmine, “if Anthony doesn’t get the idea that something is up… well, just know you’re having a kid with an idiot.”

By this time, you were about 13 weeks pregnant. Your stomach wasn’t that big yet, but Lin took notice.

“Jesus, your little one’s going to be big! Look how big you already are.” Lin shouted, laying a hand softly on your stomach, and rubbing it slowly, whispering a hello to the babies.

“Lin!” Vanessa chastised.

“It’s a compliment!” He argued.

“Hi, Y/N.” Vanessa greeted, holding her arms out. You hugged her back and she laid a hand on your stomach. She said hello to the babies also and walked into the apartment to say hello to Daveed who was already there, “helping” Anthony out with the turkey (Daveed had since left the kitchen and leaned on the kitchen doorway, watching the T.V screen).

“You know, my sister was this big when she was as far along as you. She had triplets.” Lin said, a knowing look on his face.

“If you say anything to him, Lin, I swear to god, I will kick your ass.”

He raised his arms up in surrender. “Wasn’t planning on it.” He gave your shoulder a light rub, then followed after his wife.

An hour later, everyone sat down for dinner. Everyone went around, saying what they were thankful for. Once you were done, you all started to grab your meals.

“Why are there three forks?” Daveed asked as he plopped mashed potatoes onto his plate.

“And spoons? And knives?” Lin added. He glanced up at you and rolled his eyes.

“Really?” he mouthed.

“It was her idea.” You answered back, pointing at Jasmine. He shook his head and laughed.

After a moment, everyone dropped the subject. Everyone had managed to comment on the number of things, except Anthony.

“Idiot.” Jasmine whispered beside you.

“Shush.” You answered back. “He’ll mention it later.”

Except, he never did.

On Christmas, the cast had to do a show, so everyone agreed to celebrate Chritmas morning together at the Richard Rogers Theater.

By this point, Lin and Jasmine had worked together to let the entire cast know you and Anthony were having triplets. You wondered how Anthony hadn’t found out yet. Everyone exchanged gifts, and you had the most gifts because everyone had bought a lot of extra things for the babies.

It soon became time to give your gift to Anthony. You had given him a gift earlier that morning (tickets to a basketball game he’d been dying to go to), but you had another gift to give. Jasmine had found this idea on some pregnancy website, and decided it would be cute for you to give to Anthony.

Anthony opened the card and read it out loud: “I have three more gifts for you, but they’re still being processed. You’ll get them in only a few more months.”

Anthony laughed, a wide smile on his face. Everyone was on the edge of their seat, thinking he had finally figured out the secret, but were incredibly disappointed when he said, “What kind of store are you buying from that they’re taking months to get you my gifts?”

Everyone audibly groaned and sat back against their seats. Anthony looked around confused. He shrugged it off. “Y/N, just cancel them. I don’t need them.”

“It’s a lil late for that, Ant.” You said. Everyone laughed, and the mood was brought back up again. The show later that day was great, but you were still wondering on how to tell Ant you were having triplets.

A few days later on New Years, you’d had another cute idea to tell him.

After the New Years kiss, you’d brought out a cake with three little people on the top of them.

Anthony laughed and said, “Is that supposed to be us and the baby? God that’s so fucking cute.” He said, grabbing the cake, putting it down and giving you another kiss.

Time for Plan E. What’s plan E?

Plan E took a little longer to plan than you thought. You had to go out and order balloons to be ready for you to pick up on the day of the “party.” Then you had to go out and order cakes. Then you had to buy streamers and other decorations for the apartment. Everything was getting harder to do the bigger you got. At this point, you were 21 weeks old, so walking became more of a struggle.

Before Anthony had left for his show at night, you’d told him to hurry back as quick as he could, because you had planned a party.

“Oh, sweet.” He cheered. He gave you one last kiss and left for his show.

Thankfully Anthony wouldn’t be there for another four hours, so you were able to walk slowly when getting everything ready. Walking was something you didn’t want to do; imagine if you’d have had to run around. Everything was ready to go; now all you had to do was wait for Anthony.

“So are you guys coming over for the party or…?” Anthony asked his cast mates before he left.

“What party?” Lin answered. Anthony looked to Daveed, who shrugged his shoulders. Anthony then looked to Oak, Jasmine and Renee, who had all shrugged their shoulders.

Anthony said his good byes and took a cab to you guys’ apartment. He texted you on his way there, asking what was going on, but your only response was Shut up and come home, Ant.

When Anthony stepped into the apartment, he was surprised to see white balloons and streamers hanging from the ceiling. All the balloons had the number 3 on them.

“Babe, where are you? I thought we were having a party?” he said.

“Y/N, where are you?” He repeated when you didn’t respond the first time.

“In the kitchen.” You called. He rushed to the kitchen to find more balloons everywhere, and you, standing behind the kitchen table, where there were three cakes. You pulled the string to the party popper you were holding and confetti blew out of it.

“Hey baby.” You said.

He walked closer to you and looked down at the cakes. Each cake read a different word. Together, the cakes read out “We’re having triplets.”

“What?” Anthony asked, looking up at you.

“Do you not know how to read? It says we’re having triplets.” You said, firing off another party popper.

Anthony stood shocked for another second before a big smile began to appear on his face.

“Triplets?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“Like, three babies? Growing in your stomach?”

You nodded your head, laughing.

“Oh my fucking god! Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?” He shouted, hugging you tightly from the side, so he didn’t squish the babies. He looked at you and realization crossed his face. “You did. I was just too stupid to realize.”

You giggled. “Yeah.”

Tears began to appear in his eyes. “We’re having triplets. That’s three, baby! WE’RE HAVING TRIPLETS!”

You nodded your head, tears falling from your eyes. Anthony ran around the room, shouting happily about having triplets. He took out his phone and began calling people, telling them what he’d just learned.

You stood there, happy tears still falling from your eyes, wondering how you could ever think he would react badly.

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How King George III Stole Christmas! Please excuse my attempt at rhyming, as you can see I am no Dr. Seuss

On Christmas
  • <p> <b>Lafayette:</b> *sitting on the couch eating milk and cookies*<p/><b>Laurens:</b> *waiting for his turn to open presents*<p/><b>Madison & Jefferson:</b> *drinking hot chocolate*<p/><b>Hamilton:</b> *Ferociously tearing off gift wrapping*<p/><b>Burr:</b> *is wrapping Alex in gift wrap*<p/><b>Washington:</b> *making the Christmas breakfast*<p/></p>
  • Mulligan: *eating the food while Washington is cooking it*
Home For Christmas - Lafayette X Reader

Originally posted by iguessijustlikelikingthings


“I don’t think I’ll be home for Christmas.”

You heard Lafayette’s voice come through the phone, defeated. Your boyfriend, Lafayette, had been overseas in France working on a project to better the economy for the past few weeks and to be honest, you hated it. You hated that the calls you two made were at the crack of dawn and short, you hated that you couldn’t be with him and love him in person, and most of all you hated how you missed him so goddamn much.

“Wait, what? Are you sure?” You said back, trying to keep your voice from breaking. The news was heartbreaking, to say the least. You felt a tear fall down your face as he reassured you that he was trying his hardest to come home, but flights were insanely hard to get to America during the holiday season.

Mon amour, I’m sorry. If I can’t make it back, just know how much I love you and miss you,” he said, soothingly, but it wasn’t working. If he wasn’t going to be home in time for Christmas, when would he be home? Did he even know himself?

“When do you think you’ll be back?” You said, eager for his response. He took longer than you wanted to answer, but he finally said,

“Maybe early Janvier (January), but I’m not sure…” He said with a heavy sign. You frowned and shook your head, wondering why you even had hope in the first place. 

“Darling Y/N, I need to go, it’s getting late.” He said sadly and you nodded, wiping the tear from your eye and sniffling a bit

“Yeah, ok.” You said, savouring the remaining time you had to talk with him.

“Mon amour, please don’t cry…I’ll be home as soon as possible.”

“I know, it’ll be ok. Get some rest, Laf. I love you.” You said into the phone quietly, hearing him sigh.

“Je t'aime aussi” And with that, you hung up. You sat down on the sofa in the decorated living room. The tree was decorated and lit, garlands littered the mantle of the fireplace, but it didn’t feel right without Laf. It felt bare and it lacked joy. 

The days went on without him, Christmas Eve approached quicker than you’d like, but you didn’t complain much. The only thing wrong was he was in France and you were in America. Presents were packed under the tree as you sipped hot cocoa, watching a random Hallmark Christmas special that you barely paid attention too. 

Watching Hallmark movies were one of your favourite things to do with Lafayette. He never failed to make you laugh when he criticised them, pointing out their overly animated actors and predictable plots. It was hilarious, but not tonight. Because you were left here alone.

DING DONG

You looked up from the TV screen and at the front door. You turned on your phone screen, 2:03 AM. Why was someone at your door at two am? Whatever it was, you weren’t doing anything right now, why not go answer it? Murderers, robbers, an EX that's thirsty for revenge, those were good reasons not to answer it.

DING DONG

You groaned and got off the couch, setting your cocoa down and walking to the door. Who cares if it’s a murderer? You have insurance if someone robs you, and you couldn’t care less if it’s an EX because that can be solved with a quick dial of 911.

You unlocked the door and opened it enough for you to see who was there.

“LAFAYETTE!” You screamed as you tackled him in a hug. He was so tall it was hard to reach, but you pressed your lips to his quickly and happily. He let out a noise of surprise and held you close to his chest, leaning down a bit to kiss you back.

“Mon amour! I missed you so much,” He said, enveloping you in a warm hug. He smelled like lavender and chocolate as he pecked your cheek, holding your hands in his.

You two walked back inside, hand in hand and grinning from ear to ear. He set his bags down as you made him a hot cocoa, filled with joy that he was home. As you poured the milk in the cup, you felt two arms wrap around your waist and a head rest on your shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes, Laf?”

“Merry Christmas, mon chéri”