Since US history is all the rage now, I thought I’d share some of my favorite stories about the founding fathers.
-John Adams and Thomas Jefferson once visited the home of Shakespeare together… and both broke off pieces of one of the writer’s chairs so that they could take home souvenirs.
-When he was given an official surrender document during the French-Indian War, George Washington blindly signed the thing because he didn’t want to admit he couldn’t read French. In doing so, he basically solely accepted the blame of multiple war crimes. Somehow he wormed his way out of this… one of his methods was to blame his translator.
-Ben Franklin was forbidden from writing the Declaration of Independence because the founding fathers thought he would try to slip in puns and jokes.
-John Hancock was a convicted smuggler. Charges were dropped against him after he hired John Adams for a lawyer.
-Aaron Burr was a firm believer in the intellectual equality of men and women and lobbied for women’s suffrage.
-John Adams named his dog Satan.
-James Madison was our smallest president, at 5'4" and roughly 100 pounds.
-When he was 26, Washington bribed voters into electing him into office with alcohol… he gave certain voters about a half gallon for choosing him.
-Ben Franklin once wrote an essay urging scientists to “improve the odor of flatulence.”
-Jefferson warned Lewis & Clark to beware of giant sloths during their expedition.
-Adams and Jefferson were the original bros; after a lifetime of friendship, bitterness, and more friendship, they died hours apart on the same day- July 4th. Adams’ last words were, “Jefferson survives.” Well, not quite.
-Washington crossed enemy lines during the Battle of Germantown to return a lost dog to General Howe.
-The Star Spangled Banner was based off of a rowdy English drinking song.
-Alexander Hamilton’s descendants heavily edited and even hid some of his letters to his totally hetero bro, John Laurens, claiming “the content was embarrassing and indecent.”
-Ben Franklin opted for the turkey to be the U.S. national bird, claiming that bald eagles were cold and volatile.
-A few days before signing the Declaration, the Constitutional Convention got LIT. It’s rumored that the founding fathers drank 54 bottles of Madeira, 7 bottles of Claret, 7 bowls of spiked punch, 22 bottles of porter, 8 bottles of whiskey and 8 bottles of hard cider in this one night.
*SLAMS TWO SHINY NICKELS DOWN* GIVE ME ALL YOU WANT TO TELL ABOUT MONROE PLS
FINALLY here are A FEW of my FAVORITE/MOST INTERESTING facts about my second favorite founding father!
James Monroe is the youngest founding father, born in 1758 in Virginia.
He had one sister and three brothers- one of whom (Spence) died when he was fifteen. Monroe was very close with his mother, who was also his teacher until he was eleven and at the age of sixteen his father died.
1774 was also the year he started College of William and Mary and was a devoted student. He started with intentions of studying law- but dropped out months later to enlist in the 3rd Virginia Regiment in 1775.
During the Revolutionary War, he served under General George Washington, and was an aide de comp for General Stirling.
In 1776, James Monroe was a hero at the Battle of Trenton. He was sent in an earlier boat across the Delaware River by General George Washington to scout. He nearly died at the battle, wounded at Trenton- he was shot in the left shoulder, he bled fast because the bullet severed an artery and he only survived because the volunteer medic stuck his finger in the bullet hole to stop the bleeding. He carried the shrapnel in his shoulder for the rest of his life.
In 1777, after the Battle of Brandywine, George Washington sent for French speaking James Monroe to stay with Lafayette (who had been shot at the battle) throughout the night. According to Lafayette, James Monroe spent the entire night talking about how much he loved Thomas Jefferson. (Giles)
Monroe also wintered at Valley Forge, eventually reaching the rank of Colonel in the Virginia service.
During the time that Monroe was stationed with Aaron Burr- Burr fell in love with Theodosia Prevost; and so did James Monroe. (Isenburg)
In 1780 the British invaded Richmond, and Governor Thomas Jefferson commissioned Monroe as a colonel to command the militia raised in response and act as liaison to the Continental Army in North Carolina.
Monroe did not return to William and Mary after the war, but finished his legal training with then Virginia Governor Thomas Jefferson who became one of his closest correspondents along with James Madison.
James Monroe and his wife, Elizabeth Monroe, had a particularly close relationship and married in 1786. Their warm family life is illustrated by his wife and two daughters, Eliza and Maria (they had a son but he died at sixteen months), who all accompanying Monroe on nearly all his official travel, including diplomatic assignments in France and Great Britain.
During their time in France, the James and Elizabeth attended Napoleon I’s Coronation in Notre Dame Cathedral. Elizabeth was very strong and instrumental in fighting for the Lafayette’s rights and land as well as making sure while Marquis de Lafayette was in prison, his wife–Adrienne de Lafayette–wasn’t guillotined and got her freedom.
The Monroes also provided support and shelter to the American citizen Thomas Paine in Paris, after he was arrested for his opposition to the execution of Louis XVI.
Monroe moved to Albemarle County, Virginia to be near his friend and mentor, Thomas Jefferson. His farm Highland actually shared a border with Jefferson’s Monticello. With the addition of their colleague James Madison—whose home in Orange County, Virginia was situated on their way to and from Washington. Three presidents of the United States were neighbors.
When Monroe was Governor of Virginia in 1800, hundreds of slaves from Virginia planned to kidnap him, take Richmond, and negotiate for their freedom. Due to a storm on August 30, they were unable to attack. Monroe influenced the Executive Council to pardon and sell some slaves instead of hanging them.
1803, Thomas Jefferson sent him to France to assist Robert Livingston with the negotiation of New Orleans. Finding Napoleon strapped for cash and willing to sell the entirety of the Louisiana Territory, Monroe took advantage of a deal that would double the size of the nation.
As Envoy to Spain, Monroe took a journey by mule from Paris to Madrid to negotiate with Spain for the Floridas.
During James Madison’s presidency, James Monroe held TWO cabinet positions at once–Secretary of War and Secretary of State. He was the only person in America’s history to of held TWO cabinet positions at the same time.
Monroe’s first presidential term was coined the Era of Good Feelings.
His inauguration was the first ever to of been done outside.
His daughter–Maria–was also the first to be married at the white house!
James Monroe was the first president to travel by steamboat. Towns across the country greeted him with parades, lavish dinners, and other grand events. The city of Charleston, South Carolina actually barbecued an ox in honor of his visit.
1820, Monroe saw no opposing candidates, and he was re-elected with all but one electoral votes. The one electoral vote against him was the result of a man who wanted George Washington to be the only president elected unanimously. This was the last time the United States saw a candidate run without serious opposition- Monroe was the only president besides Washington to do so.
James Monroe has a song about him written at the time of his presidential campaign called “Monroe is the man”.
One time, William Crawford (secretary of treasury) called on Monroe at the White House to suggest a list of appointments he wished the President to approve. However, Monroe objected to Crawford’s list and said that he intended to make his own. Crawford lost his cool and snapped at the President, “Well, if you will not appoint persons well-qualified for the places, tell me whom you will appoint that I may get rid of their opportunities!”. The President was not intimidated by Crawford, telling his Treasury Secretary, “Sir, that is none of your damn business.“ Crawford was not easily intimidated, either (he killed a man in a duel years earlier). Monroe’s remark led Crawford to charge at the 67 year old President with his cane, waving it at Monroe while calling him a “damned infernal old scoundrel.” Monroe was quick to grab two red hot tongs from a nearby fireplace for self-defense and threatened to personally throw Crawford out of the White House.
Monrovia, Liberia is the only foreign capital in the world named after a United States president.
Monroe was recognizably old-fashioned in choosing his attire. He was the last president to dress in the style of the Revolutionary War era (which was considered outdated) and was called nickname “The Last Cocked Hat.”
Because the white house burned down in the War of 1812 and the white house fund was broke- James Monroe had to dip into his own pocket to fix the white house and provide dinners for his guests. His wife Elizabeth chose all of the inside decor and furniture! By the time he finished his presidencies, he had lost his Virginia estate and was $75,000 in debt partly due to his wife’s poor health who likely had epilepsy and severe burns from when she collapsed near a fire.
Shortly before his death, James Madison and James Monroe (best friends and rivals) sent each other a heart felt letter. Monroe felt that he was fading and sent Madison a letter detailing how much he thought of him, and appreciated him, loved him through the years and how depressed he was that he would never see Madison ever again. Madison, getting emotional (who knew) sent him a letter back, scolding him that he shouldn’t be so negative because Monroe was going to get better and they were going to be able to hold one another again. Monroe never did get better.
Like John Adams and Thomas Jefferson before him, James Monroe died on July 4th on the 55th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence.
You laughed nervously, looking at the boys. They were all staring at Jenny, wide-eyed. Thomas was frowning, a sneer on his lips. How in the world could you tell her that she was right? I mean, did it even make any logical sense?
“I can explain, Jen,” You started, not actually knowing how you were going to explain this. Jenny nodded, waiting for you to continue.
But of course, one of the boys had to interrupt the peaceful conversation.
“You know, it’s polite to apologize at this point in a conversation,” Thomas said, looking at Jenny. You sighed, sitting on the stool.
Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Choreographer!Reader
Requested?: ‘hiii! I have a request for a linxreader: Could the reader be the choreographer for Hamilton? So she comes in later in the game when everything has pretty much been written. Lin and she have a connection and get along very well during the staging process. Then on opening night at the Public, the reader brings her boyfriend and Lin acts v weird (cause he’s in love with her). You could decide where to go from there. love your writing! thanks!!!’
Lin didn’t want to admit it. He was in denial and didn’t want to confess it. Nothing would make him talk. Nothing would break him. Nothing would-
“I’ll buy you dinner if you do it.” You state as an ultimatum as you twirled the gel pen between your fingers.
Lin’s determination and shell of resistance cracked and shattered the moment you finished speaking the ultimatum. Lin mumbled a profanity before standing up from the couch. He took a deep breath before doing a cartwheel, or what he believed was a cartwheel. You couldn’t stop laughing at him. How anyone could keep a straight face as they watched a grown man in his thirties attempt a cartwheel and watching him land it by crashing into the couch is beyond you. You felt your stomach hurt and your eyes grow watery. Lin stood and glared weakly at you, mumbling for you to shut up.
“Don’t be like that, Linny.” You said, nudging Lin in the chest as you zipped up your hoodie and retrieved your wallet from the coffee table. “At least you earned yourself some free dinner.”
Lin rolled his eyes as he stood and grabbed his car keys and wallet. You both walked out of the apartment complex and into the garage. You both entered Lin’s car and pulled out, driving from the building and down the street. The destination was an old stomping ground of yours and Lin’s. A moderately sized family diner only a few blocks away from Lin’s apartment. This was where you and Lin would brainstorm and work on ideas for Hamilton together. A good amount of your friendship was spent at this restaurant. You would work on homework and last minute projects here, take part of Friday night karaoke and work for tips when you were short on funds. This place was, in fact, ran by your family. Mainly your parents, seven other siblings, and six of your cousins. The food served were all (L/N) family recipes and the decor were all hand-me-downs, giving the diner a homey atmosphere.
You and Lin pulled into the parking lot and entered the diner, inhaling the warm scent of country fried steaks and apple pies. Your sister Beth was working the podium so once she saw you and Lin she grinned and immediately grabbed menus and lead you to your favorite spot; a booth directly diagonal from the kitchen door so you could have a clear view of who and what was coming out of the kitchen. Since you were the chosen heiress of the diner, you tried to visit it was as often as your schedule would allow you to. This means a lot of late night dinner with Lin and falling asleep with a cold cup of coffee and being woken up when your parents went home (the diner runs 24 hours). Although your name was soon to be on that deed, you were discussing with your father about how the heir should be some who worked and wanted the restaurant. But, that’s a story for another time.
Your mother walked out of the kitchen and she noticed you and Lin, smiling although she was tired. “(Y/N)! Lin!” She strolled over to you two and gave you side-hugs. “It’s good to see you two! What can I get you?”
You and Lin scanned through the menu you both know by heart. Before Lin could speak you placed your menu down on the table and looked up to your mom. “We’ll have our usuals and two coffees.”
Your mom scribbled down your order on her pad of paper and winked at you. “I’ll bring out sugar and cream for you, hun.” And with that, she walked back into the kitchen. You took this time to look around the restaurant and noticed how empty it is. You and Lin were the only ones eating, besides a couple of hungover and stoned teenagers sitting at the bar. Normal Saturday night for the (L/N) Family Diner.
Besides having a favorite diner that worked at a meeting place for meals and study dates, you and Lin go way back. You two graduated from the same high school, you graduating two years after Lin, and you guys stopped talking until four years ago after you graduated college. You came across Lin while touring Aaron Burr’s house and you two picked up your friendship where they left off. He told you about this project he was doing called the Hamilton Mixtape. You were a huge American History nerd so you were excited to hear about it. Some time later, Lin started working on a hip-hop musical about the life of Alexander Hamilton, who happened to be your favorite founding father. You had a Bachelor’s degree in Dance so when you heard ‘musical’ you thought of the dancing and ensemble members of Broadway. When Lin decided to make you the Choreographer for Hamilton, you saw stars. You were positive that Hamilton was going to be a Broadway hit so you immediately accepted his offer. So, for a course of the next few years, Lin would run you through the songs he wrote while you demonstrated the dances you put together for each song. You also helped Lin pick out actors and actresses for the cast and you took it upon yourself to choose the ensemble members. It might have been Lin’s musical but he always said it was a team effort.
You and Lin proceeded to talk about ideas and new changes for Hamilton songs and dance numbers. Your food and coffee were served some time later and the conversations did not cease. After the food was eaten, coffee was drunk, and the conversation lasted for about two hours, the bill found itself onto your table and you paid for it, leaving a good tip for your mom before you and Lin got up to leave, hugging your mom and your sister before leaving the restaurant. You and Lin went back to his apartment and you two ended up having a deep one-in-the-morning conversation about life since that’s how your brain functioned when you were an insomniac and still running on those few cups of coffee. At about three am, you decided to leave since the next day was the premiere of Hamilton. You hugged Lin and wished him a good night before leaving. You lived in the same building, but your apartment was three floors above Lin’s.
Night of the Premiere ~
The theater was packed. The show sold out not that long ago and it was heart-racingly exciting to see all these people and Broadway veterans filling the Richard Rogers Theater. Thank god you weren’t in the main cast or else you’d be having a panic attack and insist on leaving. You were not just the Choreographer but you also was an ensemble member that performed in both acts and even had a singing part in The Election of 1800. You also lend a hand in helping cast and ensemble members get in costume and makeup since you took a class for theatrical costume and makeup in college. When you weren’t helping or going over last minute practice with the ensemble, you were loitering in Lin’s dressing room, helping him calm his nerves.
“What if I miss my cues?” Lin asked, mainly to himself as he fiddled with the sleeves of his shirt. “What if I make a complete fool of myself?”
“Lin, calm down,” You said for the hundredth time that night. “You’ll be fine.”
“But what if the spotlights go out?” Lin continued to be nervous. “What if everybody doesn’t like the show? What if-”
“Lin, oh my god, calm down!”
Lin looked at you with wide eyes. You stood up from the couch and was grasping Lin’s shoulders, looking him dead in the eye. “You, Lin-Manuel Miranda, are a brilliant man. You wrote this musical in seven years and you had to deal with me forcing you to practice dancing during those seven years. You mastered the dances, you’ve mastered the songs, and you can do anything you put your mind to.”
“No buts, Lin! Now you go out there and do your best! If you get nervous or anxious, look for me. If I’m not on stage, I’ll be in the wings.”
Lin smiled and hugged you. “Thank you, (Y/N).” He said, kissing you on the cheek, making you blush. “I’m not wasting my shot!”
You laughed as he finished his hair and finished getting ready. You mess with your hair before the five-minute warning comes over the P.A system. You and Lin hug again and you go your separate ways and take positions in the opening song.
The musical goes on without any problems. When you weren’t performing on stage, you were watching from the wings. Lin would glance at you ever so often but you’d flash him a smile and a thumbs up. During the intermission, you snuck off and Lin didn’t see you until the first song of Act Two. Act Two brought you to tears and you were silently crying when Alexander died. The audience were brought to tears and enjoyed the show very well, calling for an encore during the curtain call. You disappeared from the stage and Lin went searching for you. He had something very important to tell you.
Four months ago, Lin came to the realization that he loved you. It was at a rocky point of his life when he realized this. He had just finalized his divorce with Vanessa after four years of marriage and they decided to share custody of their baby son, Sebastian. Besides working on Hamilton, Lin was a mess and wasn’t getting enough sleep. You’d force him to sleep and make sure he’d eat. You cared so much about him, just like you did in high school. You were loving, witty, funny, beautiful, and very talented and smart. Lin couldn’t help but fall in love. He didn’t think he could after his divorce but he did.
Lin scanned through the group of actors and ensemble members for you but to no avail, you weren’t found. Lin asked all the actors he saw and they all turned up with nothing. Then, Phillipa said she saw you in the lobby. Lin thanked her before racing to the lobby, still in costume. As he made his way to the lobby, he went over what he was going to say to you. He mentally cursed and finally made it to his destination. Lin scanned the crowd and saw you but his heart stopped once he saw him.
You were standing up against an empty part of the lobby wall. You were still in your ensemble costume and the blue and red coat you wore during Yorktown. Your hair was still in its braided updo and your makeup looked to be touched up recently. Your arms were crossed against your chest and your head was tilted every so slightly to the side. The guy you were talking to was about Daveed’s height, with curly blonde hair and he was dressed in a white dress shirt, a navy blue blazer, black slacks, and brown loafers. His neck and cheeks were covered in freckle patches. His hands were making motions as he spoke, making you laugh once and a while.
You see Lin in the corner of your eye and you smile. “Lin!” You called him over, motioning with your hand. Your ‘friend’ turned around and he had an anxious smile on his face. Lin felt a pit form in his stomach as he walked over to you. His hands became clammy and he expected the worst from this guy he never saw before being all friendly with you.
“There you are, (Y/N),” Lin said, forcing a fake smile on his face. “I’ve been looking for you.”
You smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of your neck. “Sorry.” You nudged the blonde guy in his side as you stood up straight. “This cutie has been distracting me.” The blonde guy blushed and stepped closer to your side, placing a hand on your hip and you leaning into his touch, leaning your head on his shoulder. Lin’s speculations were confirmed. And it broke his heart.
You had a boyfriend.
Lin tried his best not to look hurt and heartbroken. He wanted to look oblivious and happy. His forced smile looked convincing but he was breaking on the inside. When did you start dating this guy? Why didn’t you tell Lin about him? Does Lin know this guy? He did look kinda familiar. Maybe a guy from your high school? Lin didn’t care. He instantly hated this guy. This guy took you away from him. Lin could make you happy. He could satisfy you. If he was able to, he’d make you a happy person.
“(Y/N), who’s your friend?” Lin asked as he balled his hands into fists.
You smiled and blushed. “This is Grayson Peters.” You explained, Grayson extending his hand for Lin to shake. “We went to high school with him. He was in the marching band with me.”
Lin firmly gripped Grayson’s hand and shook it briefly before letting go. Grayson’s hand was clammy and cold and Lin wiped his hand on his pants before stuffing it in his pocket. Grayson looked like one of those guys you’d see on Glee or The Office but also has that anxious glee like one of Lin’s fangirls. His eyes were brown like Lin’s and his face is clean, no shadow of facial hair. Maybe you liked men with brown eyes? Clean shaven guys? Musical guys? Lin fit two of those three traits so he had a good chance with you. Besides, Lin knows you better. He could make you so happy.
“How long have you two been seeing each other?” Lin asked, a lump in his throat forming.
“Four months.” You explain. “We’ve been seeing each other online since he worked overseas. But now he’s living in the city!” Grayson planted a kiss on your head and you blushed, making Lin’s heart break even more.
‘So that’s why she’s been online so often.’ Lin thought as he felt his eyes water and the lump in his throat growing. He wanted to pull you away from Grayson and tell him to get lost. He wanted to kiss you and hold you and make you feel special. It took him four months for him to realize how much he needs you and you went off and got yourself a boyfriend. Lin was so disappointed with himself that he took so long. He loves you. He wants you. He needs you. But he was too late.
Lin turned around and walked away, not being stopped or noticed by you or Grayson. He walked all the way to his dressing room, ignoring everyone who tried to talk to him. He locked the door behind him and took a seat in front of the mirror. He stared at his reflection and then looked at the picture he taped to the corner. It was a selfie polaroid you took of you and Lin on your thirty-third birthday, which was six months ago. You both had on those stupid plastic birthday hats and you both held full wine glasses as you toasted to ‘one more year closer to death’, as you put it. You both were smiling, which what made Lin’s heart ache more. He wanted that smile. He needed that smile. But it now belonged to someone else.
I would say blue for John Adams? John Quincy Adams’s favorite color was blue.
Thomas Jefferson adored blue. I am going to say blue. Possibly even green because he loved plants and agriculture. He loved the ocean and nature. Nature colors.
Alexander Hamilton dressed in very, very bright colors. Very colorful guy. I would say probably bright green or in second case: yellow. There are TWO different paintings of Alexander Hamilton where he is wearing a green coat with yellow collars on the insides. I mean, even Hamilton in Hamilton is wearing green- that has got to tell you something.
No doubt to me- James Madison’s favorite was black. The only articles of clothing he wore were either in black or white and he was not a very “colorful” man. Couple people on the web say green but I disagree. People think green due to the fact that he was the one who decided money should be green.
I am going to guess yellow for James Monroe. He had this fashion of wearing his coats with yellow inside lining a lot. It was reported that people used to snipe at that bright color in his coats. but he still wore it anyways (he was sensitive to criticism, so to wear something that others have laughed at him for must of mean’t he enjoyed it).
Request: YOUR BLOG IS MY FAVORITE YOU ARE SO TALENTED DO YOU HAVE ANY LAF FLUFF COMING UP?? I LOVE U
Premise: When everyone realized there was probably a little more than just friendship between you and Lafayette
A/N: This has been an idea of mine to write for the longest time, I just had no idea who to write it for, so when I got the request for Laf fluff (from this super sweet anon omg ily) I put the two together and I got this!! I really like it! I hope that you guys too!! It’s a little bit longer than normal but its a slow burn so what can you expect really. I love y’all to pieces <3333
Unsurprisingly, Angelica saw it first. She was always the most observant of your friend group. She caught on at one of the girls nights that you, Peggy, Eliza, Maria, and herself shared. The five of you were all slumped around Eliza and Maria’s shared dorm snacking on junk food and listening to Peggy’s eclectic playlist. It was quiet, but it was comfortable. You and Eliza were having a contest to see who could catch more jelly beans in their mouth while Maria was lending Peggy an outfit for an upcoming date. Angelica was on her laptop googling a movie that she could put on that you all could watch but didn’t have to pay too much attention to. She also happened to be sitting on your phone. She was scrolling down a list of films when she felt a shocking vibration coming from underneath her. She shifted her weight and pulled the offending technology out from under her. She glanced at the screen only to realize that it wasn’t her phone, but yours. You’re lockscreen (a picture of all of your friend group together in awkward poses) was faded behind a text message from “Gilly Willy Billy” reading, “so why are you having a girls night without me??? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME”.
“Y/N? Laf texted you,” she said and read the text out, attempting to hide her laughter at Lafayette’s drama queen tendencies.
“He’s such a dork,” you giggled and grabbed the phone from Angelica, allowing conversation to fall back to normal. Angelica, however, didn’t miss the sparkling of your eyes when she said his name, nor the small smile you had when you responded to the text. Maybe there’s something more to that story, she thought.
James and Thomas realized at the same time. They figured it out while at Alex’s 19th birthday dinner, which was being hosted by the Schuylers. You and Laf had chosen seats directly next to each other, though that was not out of the ordinary. They didn’t think much of it until it was declared that it was the time to give Alex his birthday presents. Alex was quite humble about it, refusing to take them at first until Angelica gave him one of her looks. This came as a little bit of a shock to Jefferson, who had gotten him a bobblehead figurine of his least favorite founding father, John Adams. However, the bigger shock came when Lafayette handed Alex a box and announced that it was from both him and Y/N. The two of you sharing a soft smile when he returned to his seat
Thomas turned to James and whispered to him, “Since when are they together?”
James responded with a shake of his head and a cough before stating, “I don’t think they are, but I think they wish they were.”
Thomas raised his eyebrow, but neither of them mentioned it again that night. However, both were a little more aware of the pair from that point on.
Hercules noticed later that night. The dinner party had quickly turned into a dance party and practically everyone was dancing along to assorted music streaming from John’s phone into Alex’s bluetooth speaker. He and Angelica were poorly dancing along to some weird combination of electronic and indie music, when Angelica’s eyes narrowed and she leaned closer to Herc.
“What do you make of Laf and Y/N?” she asked, still bopping her head out of time with the beat.
Herc was a little confused by the question but still answered, “What do you mean? They’ve been best friends since high school, before the majority of us even met, but you know all this. Why are you asking?”
“Look at them,” she said, eyes still squinting as she nodded her head over his shoulder. When he turned around he was met with the sight of you and Lafayette sitting of the couch, with you half asleep and your head on his shoulder, and Lafayette’s arm wrapped protectively around you. It was a position you both had been in more than once, so that was practically nothing, but the look on Lafayette’s face as he looked down at you, curled into his side, that was what caught Hercules attention.
“Huh,” was his oh so elegant reply. “He hasn’t said anything and neither has she but you never know.” He and the eldest Schuyler parted with a shrug and he went over to the two of you, and asked at a low enough volume for you not to notice, “Dude, does she need a ride home?”
Lafayette shook his head and murmured, “No, mon ami, but thank you. I’m actually about to bring her home now. If you could tell Alex we say happy birthday that would be great.”
Herc nodded and said goodbye. Maybe Lafayette’s arm still wrapped tightly around your waist was just to keep you stable in your sleepy state, but he highly doubted it.
Alex was next to notice, but the first to say anything to one of you. He and Lafayette were studying for a test in their Advanced French class together (not that either of them needed to).
Alex asked Laf a question regarding verb conjugation in day to day speaking, to which he responded, “I don’t know, mon ami. I just speak it, how do native English speakers know when to use there, their, or they’re? They just do!” Laf waved his hand at the smaller boy, as if dismissing him, though he chuckled slightly.
“Well my bad, Mr. Born-In-France, I just thought I’d ask!” Alex retorted with a laugh. Laf’s phone pinged with a notification, catching both of their attentions.
Lafayette picked up the phone and smiled at the screen. Mumbling to Alex while replying, “Y/N thinks it’s sad that we have to study for a French test despite being fluent.”
Alex looked at Lafayette and noticed a dreamy look in his eyes as he texted back and forth with you. And since Alex was notorious for not being able to shut his mouth, he said, “Woah, lover boy, I can practically see the hearts coming out of your eyes. Since when do like Y/N?”
The question was innocent enough but, since it was the first time anyone had ever said anything about it before, Lafayette was caught completely off-guard. His phone slipped out of his hands and he stumbled over his words a for a few seconds before getting out a simple, “Shut up” before returning to his textbook.
Alex assured him that his secret was safe, and glanced over when he heard Laf’s phone ping again, only to catch a glimpse of what looked like a heart emoji next to your name. That boy’s in deep, was his only thought, before returning to his study guide.
John took a while to realize it, but when it hit him, it him hard. It was about 10 in the morning when John heard his roommate’s door open. He was about to call out to Lafayette that he was out of milk, only when he looked up, he found you where he expected Laf to be. You were rubbing your eyes as you walked towards the miniature kitchen in their suite style dorm. John also noticed that you weren’t exactly wearing the type of pyjamas he was used to seeing you in. Instead of the usual sweatpants and hoodie you wore to late night movie parties, you were drowning in Laf’s favorite tee-shirt and a pair of his roommate’s boxer shorts. (How John knew that they were Laf’s is a story for another time.)
John was not known for being very tactful in the mornings, so when you were finally close enough to him for him to make the sly joke, he jumped at the opportunity. “Looks like someone got a taste of our Laffy Taffy last night.” He threw a wink at you and began pouring you a cup of his signature coffee, which your entire group of friends lived by.
“Oh shut up Laurens,” you grumbled, a blush tinting your cheeks as you pulled the mug out of his hands and up to your lips. You took a small sip and sighed, “You know it’s not like that.”
In retrospect, John’s not sure what it was that first tipped him off, your blush, your dejected tone, or a combination of the two. He was completely convinced, however, when Lafayette finally made it out to the kitchen and kissed that top of your forehead, both of you looked at the other as if it was the last time you would see them. John gave a small nod (mostly to himself) and made his way out of the kitchen and back to his room, leaving the lovebirds in the kitchen together.
Maria and Eliza were next to figure it out, but they were the first ones you told. It was a Friday night and the three of you were in your shared dorm with Angelica, who was out with Peggy on a double date. You were all sitting around and talking, as usual, but tonight you were more distracted than normal. You were clicking open your phone every few minutes, as if you were waiting for an important call.
“Y/N, whose call are you waiting for?” Maria asked, a joking tone in her voice.
You groaned and rolled onto your stomach, letting out a big sigh. “Can I tell you guys something without you guys freaking out?” You asked rubbing your left temple.
The two girls looked at each other curiously then turned to you, nodding.
“There’s this guy…” You started, only to be cut off.
“Oh! Is he cute? Do we know him? Is it serious?” Eliza rattled off before Maria’s hand fell onto her shoulder, calming the adorable ball of energy that is Eliza Schuyler.
“He’s amazing. Yes, you do know him. And no. Nothing’s ever going to happen so it won’t ever be serious,” you answered off, the volume of your voice getting softer and softer. “It’s… Lafayette.”
“Woah,” was the only answer you got from both of the girls sitting across from you.
“Yeah,” you responded, shoving your head into the pillow in front of you. “I know it’s stupid. Falling for your best friend always sucks and it never works out like it does in the movies and he’s never going to feel the same way, and I’m going to lose him if he finds out, and–”
Maria cut you off with her soothing voice, “Y/N, calm down. It’s going to be fine just calm down and talk to him about it. It’s Laf! You’ve known him forever. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
“No. I-I can’t. He’s already got someone else,” you mumbled into the pillow.
“Aw sweetheart, I’m sure it’s not that serious,” Eliza said rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down.
“It’s their third date tonight. And his general rule of thumb is that if it makes it to a third date, then you know what goes down.” You said, looking back up at them.
They shook their heads and attempted to console you. When Maria asked how long you’d felt this way and you responded, “Too long” they knew that if you couldn’t give them an actual estimate that you were probably in way over your head.
Peggy found out in the most ridiculous way possible. She wandered into a Subway one day for a quick lunch in between lectures when she noticed a familiar tall Frenchman with his signature ponytail sitting in a corner of the “healthy’ fast food joint. She quickly ordered her sub and made her way over to the table where her friend was sitting by himself.
“Yo, Gilbert,” she said as she slid into the seat across from him. He looked up at her like a deer in headlights before shaking himself out of his mind and responding normally. The conversation was light between the two until Peggy remembered something that wasn’t exactly fitting into the picture.
“Wait a second. Y/N said you had a lunch date with your new girlfriend right about now. Did she ditch you at a Subway?” she asked, raising her eyebrows in amusement. Laf’s face suddenly contorted into a mixture of guilt, sadness and sheepishness. “What?” she prodded, hoping for an interesting answer.
“Don’t laugh,” he mumbled, his voice low. She nodded for him to continue. “Well, I told John that I liked Y/N and he said that the easiest way to do it without telling her outright would be to make her jealous, but I couldn’t find anyone who I actually enjoyed spending time with enough to pretend to date so I’ve been going on dates… with myself.”
It took a minute to register the information, but once she got it all, Peggy couldn’t help but laugh. The idea was stupid enough and his execution of it was absolutely absurd. “You know, Frenchie? You probably would’ve have better luck just telling her in the first place. Maybe she would’ve been interested, but now she probably just thinks you’re interested in anyone except her.” She didn’t mean to tear down her friend but he was going about this in the stupidest way possible. “My advice,” she continued, “for the love of god, talk to her. I don’t know what she feels about this, but if you keep it up any longer, you could lose her trust and friendship, and I’m sure you don’t want that.” Peggy collected her trash and stood to leave. “I leave you with that, but keep in mind, I still want everything to work out for you guys. See you, French Fry.” She gave him a hug and headed out to her next lecture.
Burr was that last to see it, but boy was he the luckiest. Aaron was always a part of their friend group, but he also tended to go unnoticed outside of it. So, it was no shock at all when he went to the nearest coffee shop for the third time that week (He liked coffee. Sue him.) and went completely unnoticed by Lafayette, sitting two tables down. Aaron was fine with this, as he had a project due in a couple of days that he wanted to work on. He did however happen to be able to hear what was going on down by Lafayette with proved to be quite interesting in the long-run.
Burr noticed you come into the shop, skip the long line at the counter, and take a seat across from Lafayette. His super hearing kicked at that point because a.) he’s a little nosy and b.) you and Laf were speaking softer than usual.
“Hey,” you said, slipping of your jacket and running a hand through your hair. Lafayette returned the greeting and you began informing one another about the past few days. Burr was slightly confused as to why you hadn’t been with each other all that time as you two were practically inseparable. He tuned out the conversation until you said something that caught his ear. “So, um, how’s your girlfriend?” you asked. Aaron could hear something in your tone, that sounded almost pained as you asked that question.
Lafayette replied guiltily, “About that… I need to talk to you.” That sounded ominous, Burr thought. You had signified for him to continue, and Laf took a large breath before speaking at a speed that reminded Aaron of Alexander. “Y/N, she’s not real. She never was. It was something stupid I did because I suck at telling people how I feel and John told me that this one thing would work and it, how you say, backfired and I really don’t want to mess this up. I’m so sorry Y/N.” Burr thought that Lafayette’s speech sounded almost like a confession of love, except it was missing one thing: the actual confession.
“You…You made up a girlfriend to what? To get space from me? Laf, if you just said you wanted space I would have given you space. I know I can be a little too much at times but you didn’t need to make up some fake girlfriend to get away from me. We’re supposed to be best friends were supposed to be able to talk about this stuff,” you kept your voice steady until you got to “best friends” and Aaron winced at the break.
“No, wait, Y/N, that’s not what I meant!” Lafayette cried out,reaching across the table to grab your hand. You had pulled it away though when your fingers made contact.
“Then what did you mean, Lafayette?” you asked, “Because I’ve spent weeks trying to be happy about you being with some other girl, who apparently doesn’t even exist, and I just want to know if it’s worth even being upset over this because goddamn it Laf. I’ve been stuck on you since freshman year and I can’t just go my entire life pretending like I have a chance with you when I don’t. I’m sick of pretending. So tell me right here and now, what the hell is going on with us because we haven’t been the same us in weeks and I need to know where we stand.”
“Y/N, just let me finish, and I promise it’ll all make sense,” Lafayette pleaded, reaching from your hand again, and this time succeeding. “I told John that I liked this girl. She’s amazing and beautiful and smart and I thought she’d never go for a guy like me, so I asked for his help. He told me that I should just tell her, but I was too scared so he told me to try and make her jealous. Go on a few dates and see how she reacted. But the thing is, I’ve been in love with this girl for the longest time and,”
“Laf,” you choked out and Burr could hear that you were about to cry.
“Shh, let me finish. So I made up a girl that I was going on dates with, but the more fake dates I went on, the more she drifted away from me. I was in way too far over my head, as they say. I was convinced that somehow, my scheme would work. Then people started calling my bluff. Peggy, and John, and Hercules all told me how stupid I was being and that I needed to just tell her how I felt and so,”
“Laf, please stop,” you said. When Aaron looked up, you were crying. “I can’t listen to this. I told you–”
“Trust me, oui? I am almost done.” Laf responded as his grip around your hand visibly tightened. “So I tried my best to keep this girl in my life, but she was still distant, so I invited her out for coffee, I got her her favorite drink,” at that moment he pulled out a cup of your favorite coffee drink and handed it to you. “And I told her a long-winded story about me being an idiot in hopes that she’d see how much nonsense I would go through to be with her. And as I sat in front of her and handed her my heart on a plate… I-I just hope that she’ll take care of it. Because I love her more than anything else in the world and she’s the only person I trust with it.” Now that was a love confession.
“Sh-She’s me?” you asked, stunned.
“She’s always been you, mon amour,” Lafayette sighed and looked down at his hands.
“You’re a dork,” you stated matter of factly, wiping the tears off your cheeks.
“Pardon?” he said, his eyes shooting up to meet yours with fear shining in them.
“I love you too you stupid French Fry. Now shut up and kiss me before I start to cry again.” You stood and held your arms out to him, as he stood up and made his way around the table to you.
At that moment, Burr looked away because as happy as he was for you, watching you two make out in the middle of a coffee shop was not exactly his cup of tea. Or…er…coffee.
The newly dubbed General Lafayette was only nineteen years old. Considering Independence Hall was also where the founders calculated that a slave equals three-fifths of a person and cooked up an electoral college that lets Florida and Ohio pick our presidents, making an adolescent who barely spoke English a major general at the age I got hired to run the cash register at a Portland pizza joint was not the worst decision ever made there.
And this is the moment I knew I would love Sarah Vowell’s Lafayette in the (Somewhat) United States (2015), only two pages in.
Mick Rory is everyone’s favorite founding father. Sara starts an interesting tradition with his statue, and the rest of the team is entirely too delighted.
~*~An amazing read about the statue of Mick in Washington and how the rest of the Legends show their love by being enormous trolls. Recommended for all Mick Rory fans~*~
what if when all this chaos ends, Y/N ends up back home. except all of history has changed, and Jen is still alive as if everything reset and nothing happened to them. and they never met the founding fathers. and jenny's favorite founding father is not Thomas.