Original Request: Hey um sorry but can you do some lams meeting Phillip Requested By: Anonymous
Notes: I should be writing an essay bbuutt I’d rather do this…Also I’m going to start posting one shots like this now!
Alex had these ticks when he got nervous. John knew them all by heart and whenever they came out.
Whenever he had too much coffee and was anxious for the time to pass, his foot tapped repeatedly. Whenever he got nervous over what was going to happen he twisted his fingers together. When he did something he felt embarrassed over he bit his nails. When he was impatient he shifted every five seconds.
So here they were, sat in the adoption agency waiting for the social worker to let them meet the child they’d agreed to adopt, and Alex’s fingers were basically in knots, he hadn’t sat still since three weeks ago and his toes wouldn’t stop tapping to some beat only he heard.
The door opened before John could say anything to calm Alex and they both froze, looking up to see the social worker, Asia, walking back in, a mop of curls buried in her neck as she shut the door behind her.
Taking a seat in front of the two she smiled, and John smiled back while Alex continued to stare wide eyed at the small, curly haired child in her arms. Sitting him on her lap the toddler, Philip, turned around, facing the two men.
Alex and Philip held eye contact, and Philip’s head tilted to the side, reminding John of a confused puppy. Alex’s eyes watered up - no tears fell though he thanks God for that - and he smiled. Seconds passed and Philip smiled back, showing a few baby teeth as his chubby, freckled cheeks squished out.
“Aw he’s so cute!” Alex breathed.
Asia smiled, ruffling Philip’s hair. “Isn’t he? He was dropped off here when he was a few weeks old. His dad cheated and basically publicly announced it, his mother turned to grief and depression after their divorce was finalized. She burned down their house and CPS was notified, and he was removed from her custody.”
Alex felt his jaw tense and John’s fell open. “Wow…poor kid…”
Asia looked down to where Philip was pulling on her necklace and she smiled at him. “What’s wrong hun?”
He pointed at John, wiggling his arm around a bit. She glanced up and smiled. “He wants you to hold him.”
“M-Me?” She nodded and smiled, scooting closer and passing Philip into John’s arms.
Chubby arms wrapped around his neck as hazel eyes peered curiously up at him, freckled face - more than even John had on his - with crumbs of what looks like chips around his mouth. Philip studied John for a moment before reaching a hand up and tugging on John’s curls softly, before moving a hand to his own hair.
John laughed softly. “Yeah bud, we both have some curly hair don’t we?” Philip nodded enthusiastically, but John felt like he wasn’t sure what he was talking about.
“How old are you little buddy?” Philip studied his hands for a moment before holding up three fingers, smiling shyly, revealing dimples.
“So cool! Three is such a fun age!” Philip giggled quietly, covering his mouth as he laughed at John’s enthusiasm, “See I’m twenty-nine, I’m an old fart.” He made a silly face and Philip fell into another round of giggles.
“See him?” He pointed to where Alex was sitting, a wide smile on his face as he watched the two. “That’s Alex, he’s my husband. He’s thirty, an even older fart.”
Alex let out an offended squawk, “Hey!”
Philip fell onto John’s chest, body shaking as he giggled at John and Alex. Asia was sat across the table smiling at their interaction.
“Well, since you two have filled out all the paper works, and Philip seems to already love you two, you two can take him home today. We will have a CPS staff member come by every few weeks to make sure all is well, though I doubt anything will go wrong.”
John smiled as Philip began pulling at the hem of John’s shirt, gaining his attention. “Yeah little guy?”
He pointed to Alex who lit up as John passed him over. “Hi little buddy!”
Philip smiled and lit up, matching Alex’s enthusiasm, bouncing a bit in Alex’s arms. “Aren’t you just the cutest thing ever?”
Philip reached his hands up, pressing them on either side of Alex’s face, rubbing his hands over Alex’s five o’clock shadow. Pulling back he placed his own hands over his face, rubbing them, then going back to Alex’s.
John had only seen Alex smiling this wide on the day of their wedding, and by God does his heart feel like it’s about to explode. Asia smiled as she excused herself from the room.
“It’s been nice knowing you little guy,” Asia rubbed his curls, “Mr. and Mr. Hamilton-Laurens, and you too, Philip Hamilton-Laurens.”
Requested by anon: sorry to bother u but: readerxlaf, the reader works at a book store and laf is trying to get books to improve his english but keeps coming back even after he speaks english very well
TW: Poorly translated French, Swearing in French
A/N: I feel like this was really sloppy. I am so sorry.
Lafayette wonders the large bookstore, dragging his fingers across the spines of the books that he can’t read. He picked up a few words when he arrived, but he still barely knows how to say “Hello”. He looks at the covers for some sort of picture to represent translating. Since he isn’t paying attention to where he is going, he bumps into one of the most beautiful people he has ever laid eyes on.
You bend down to pick up the book you dropped. “Do you need help?”
“Oui,” he answers.
You nod slowly. “Translate?”
He nods frantically. “Oui.”
You smile and motion for him to follow you. You guide him to the front where the reference books are. He flips through a few of the books to make sure that they actually are French and heads to the front desk. After the old lady in front of him leaves, he approaches you with a stack of books. You smile when you see him. “I see you found some books.”
He gives you a confused look.
You giggle. “Hopefully, these will help.”
You wipe down the counters one last time before you have to open the store. You walk passed the door to put the rag away and see the same man who bought the French books about a week ago standing outside. You smile and open the door for him.
“Bonj-or hello,” he greets.
“I see the books helped.”
“Yes, but I was wondering if you had anything else.”
You will admit, his English is still broken, but you are able to understand him. You nod and lead him to the same section.
It doesn’t take long before he approaches the front desk with a stack almost as big as last week’s. You laugh and shake your head slightly. “You’re going to speak better English than me before long.”
He chuckles. “Personne ne peut être meilleur que vous.”
You raise your eyebrows to ask what he said, but he shakes his head and swipes his card to pay for the books.
Not even a week later he comes back at opening. “Hello again,” you greet. “I assume you know where the language books are.”
“Yes, but that’s not what I’m here for.” He speaks slowly, trying to process the words.
“What do you need help with?”
“Mon ami, Alex, l'anniversaire est- oh, désolé. Je veux dire, my friend’s birthday is soon, and I have no idea what he would like.”
“What does he do?” you ask in an attempt to be helpful.
You giggle. “That’s it?”
You lead him to the back of the store and show him the collection of journals and other things that Alex may like.
“Thank you!” he calls as he runs out the door.
You walk around the store, looking for the French man. You still don’t know his name, but he came in almost every week for a few months. You knew he had to speak perfect English by now, but you never questioned him because, frankly, you enjoyed spending time with him. It’s been a week since you’ve seen him.
Suddenly, you hear a familiar French accent. “Alex, please don’t embarrass me.”
The other man, Alex, starts laughing. “You know me well enough to know that I will definitely embarrass you.”
“Why did I ask you again?”
You walk closer to the pair and watch as the French man lowers his voice and points to you. Alex nods and walks over to you.
You smile. “Hi, do you need any help?”
He turns so his back is to his friend and you are facing him. “Listen, my friend, the one who owns everything that remotely translates French, has a huge crush on you.”
You blush and smile.
“It seems like you feel the same. So, since he doesn’t have the guts to ask you out, I’m going to. I just need you to pretend to flirt with me, then give me your number. Knowing Laf, he’ll get really jealous and ask you out. Sound good?”
You stare at him for a few minutes, trying to process everything he just said. You press a kiss to his cheek, causing him to blush at the unexpected contact, and write your number on his hand before walking away, swinging your hips, leaving the men dumbfounded. Laf doesn’t wait for Alex to come back before following you. “(Y/N),” he calls, prompting you to turn around. “What did Alex tell you?”
“That you liked me,” you confess as though you were back in high school.
“So you kissed him?”
You shake your head and sigh. “He said that I should make you jealous. It seems as though his plan worked.”
“Cette putain de…” he mutters. “Pardon, my French.”
You laugh, causing him to smile. “I would much rather kiss you.”
Prompt: “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow.” x Jefferson
TW: “Uptight bitch” is something that’s said but that’s about it.
Notes: Cliffhanger!! Part 2 if it’s wanted.
A/N: I’m actually updating when I need to wow. For future reference, and I’ll post an official post in a bit of the schedule. I update on Thursdays and Sundays. The rest of the days are my writing days. Look out for a collab on a Wednesday of every month. I’ll post more in depth but that’s the gist.
Word Count: 696
“-Political parties weren’t even supposed to last… -They just made the president’s job harder…”
At this point your eyes were rolled so far back into your head, you wondered if they’d ever come back out. This man was insufferable.
“Jefferson, do us all a favor and shut up” You snapped. He only rolled his eyes and continued talking, irritating you even more.
You leaned to your best friend, Alex, “His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow,“ you whispered. Alex snorted in response and choked back a laugh when he caught a glimpse of something. Alex nodded his head toward what caught his eye. You followed his eyes and there it was. In all its glory.
You snickered, “His ego isn’t the only thing I can see growing.”
“(Y/L/N), is there something you’d like to say to me?” Thomas hissed.
“Look down, Jefferson. I see speaking your unwanted and unasked for opinion really gets you going.”
You watched his eyebrows knit together as he looked down, his confidence faltering for a second before his infamous smirk rose from his lips to hide his embarrassment.
“You know you want me, Darlin’.”
At that remark you burst out laughing. After the very anticipated ring of the bell, class was over. Thomas hadn’t shut up and even the teacher’s patience was wearing thin, but you needed his help for class, so you weren’t quite done with him yet.
“Jefferson- I need to talk to you,” you called to him. His cocky smirk spread across his face as he made his way toward you.
“You called? It’s nice to see me, the pleasure is yours. How may I assist you?” He asked much too confidently. God, the arrogant ass he was.
“Shut up for a second, will ya?” You said exasperatedly, “ As much as I’d rather not ask this, you’re probably the best in this class and I need help studying.”
“What’s in it for me?” He bit his lip, looking you up and down.
“Quality time with me, myself, and I. Come on, the test is in three days and I can’t waste any time,” you responded, grabbing his wrist and dragging him along.
He chuckled, “Eager.”
A few hours later, you still hadn’t gotten much done. Thomas was on his phone and not really offering much advice while you were pouring over your notes, trying to figure out what the important parts.
“Off my bed, Jefferson, I don’t know where you’ve been. If you’re going to sit on your phone not even being useful to me right now, why’d you agree to come?” You started to rant, frustrated and stressed.
“(Y/N), chill out for one second will you? You asked me to help you study for the government final.”
“I did ask you. You agreed and you’re not even helping like you said you would!”
You felt anger bubble inside of you when you heard him mumble something about you being an ‘uptight bitch’.
“What’d you just call me?”
“An uptight bitch,” he said all too nonchalantly, “loosen up a li-.” Before he could finish, you had cut him off by roughly attaching your lips to his. You could feel him smirk before his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you even closer. He was a good kisser, you’ll give him that.
You pulled away, panting a little because damn did that boy know how to take a girl’s breath away.
“Why do you hate me so much?” He questioned, looking almost vulnerable, a hint of hurt evident in his eyes.
“I don’t hate you. You just annoy the hell out of me. With your hard, loud, open opinions and your stupid gorgeous face, and hair, and your body, and-” you stopped with a sigh, “I don’t hate you. If I’m honest I actually find you extremely attractive.” You let the words tumble from your lips, silently wishing you knew how to shut up.
“Give me a chance, (Y/N). I may be an arrogant dick in school but I know how to treat a lady such as yourself. You’re beautiful and you deserve to be treated like a queen. Please,” he almost whispered the word ‘please’ which made your gaze soften.
Ahhhh, could we get some Valentine's day head canons(of any kind)? I love love love your blog omg
boss’ memo : what do you mean, “you’re writing these technically the day after valentines’ day”? shh, shh!
you say of any kind, so here–i give you,,, my general valentines’ day hcs! AKA: these characters have nearly nothing in common and their only common factor is that they all love you
so hercules likes to go out with The Squad for valentines’ day–’cause even if you interpret them as platonic, valentines’ day is a celebration of love in general!! (and he loves them lots!)
he insists on buying everyone chocolate / sweets of some kind,, he also made some homemade goods!
he goes the whole, “oh, uh, i made extra, y’know, and–” route when offering them to you,,
he happily holds your hand the entire time you’re all out !
he also lets you wear his beanie for the whole day!
big sign that he likes you! ‘cause his beanie was the first thing he knitted, ever, and it’s honestly a comfort item for him
lots of him sneaking (or, maybe not even sneaking) smooches from you–and he’s the type to make them exaggeratedly loud! he may even go, “mWAH” and just start laughing when you give him a look / grin!
also? it’s likely that he knitted you a matching beanie in your favorite color !
george (washington) is working, probably, unless you managed to somehow convince him to stay home, today
(i say this as if this is a difficult feat for you, but you could honestly look pleadingly in his general direction and he’d give himself a day off, no problem at all)
he’ll go out if you want to go out; but he spends a lot of time around stuffy people doing formal things that it’s a real big treat for him to just relax and watch movies with you at home!
he forgets it’s valentines day and remembers on the day before, and he becomes the embodiment of stress itself as he tries to find you the perfect gift but amazon doesn’t deliver that fast and none of the correct stores are open and everything is burning
he does end up getting you something, and it’s not that bad, ‘cause you can tell a lot of thought went into it!
george tries not to look grumpy when presenting the gift to you because it’s not exactly what he wanted to give you and he wanted it to be perfect,, but you’re still smiling, so he supposes that this is fine
you wake up to the smell of cookies!! ‘cause maria is trying to bake you some! she’s not a bad baker, and her favorite color is red, anyway, so she doesn’t mind being covered in red food coloring,,
she’s v sleepy but also super proud of herself for waking up earlier than you! and not only that, but she managed to have enough energy to try making something!!
(give your cute gf some smooches! she deserves ‘em!)
maria doesn’t really have lots of money, so she can’t often buy you things, but she makes up for it with the affection and genuine appreciation she has for you !
and if the thing you want is cheap enough, she’s willing to buy it for you just to see your eyes light up!!
she may or may not have written you a love letter,, (she’s a very good writer)
james (madison) forgets valentines day is a thing entirely–so he’s extremely embarrassed when he has to fess up to that in the morning,, he doesn’t have anything prepared because he was very busy but he loves you, he really does! it’s just that there’s so much going on and everyone’s fighting and you’re the only reason he makes it through meetings without jumping over the desk and getting physical–
and you, well, let him ramble, ‘cause he needs to get this out of his system, clearly,, he’s not much of a talker, normally!!
(he just feels Super Guilty oh my goodness)
so james does end up taking you on a date! it’s mostly a walk around the city, stopping and buying stuff on a whim!
(he buys your engagement ring when you’re not looking…)
he essentially spends the entire night making it up to you–and he knows that you aren’t really upset at him, but he doesn’t mind doing this either, so it’s all fine !
lafayette is texting you mspaint valentines day cards the entire day!
his best way of showing affection is through physical touch so you can expect him to give you lots of smooches, bein’ honest,, i don’t know if you’ll be getting out of bed before noon (provided you don’t have anything urgent to do that day other than him)
please cover up your neck before going about your day tomorrow,
similar to gwash, he’s content with making it a day in where the two of you relax and he cooks and you guys cuddle and watch tv together,,
this is, of course, unless you have something planned!! which he’ll happily go along with!
every ten minutes or so, he’ll just kinda blurt out something he noticed and adores about you (like a nerd)
i hope you’re ready to make homemade chocolates with him, ‘cause he sure is !
A/N: I didn’t like how this turned out, and I apologize for it being so short and taking so much time. I’m a little out of line right now because of family issues and relationship stuff so yeah. Thanks for sticking around. You’re rad.
You gave your husband Daveed a quick kiss before rushing out of the apartment. He was smiling, like he was when he proposed…full of mischief and planning something. You had to make it to the theater for the show tonight, like every other night, after you lost track of time. So, you couldn’t ask what was up. Well, you were always up for a good surprise. And during the show, when you saw Daveed, you almost said his name. Luckily, you didn’t and you weren’t singing yet. And, of course, there he was, with Lin-Manuel Miranda, backstage outside of your dressing room after the show. You wrapped your arms around Daveed, then Lin. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked your husband. He chuckles. “It wouldn’t be a surprise, then, Y/N.” Lin smiled as you lead them into the dressing room, leaving the door open. “He’s been waiting for a few months now, Y/N.” “I’m surprised he kept the secret that long.” You laughed as Daveed pulled you in for another hug. He kissed the top of your head. Lin laughed and said he’d best be on his way. “You want a ride?” You called out. “I’m taking a cab!” He replied before disappearing from sight. Back at the apartment, Daveed plopped down on the couch next to you. “Why’d you come out to the show tonight?” He looked at you, confused. “Like, why’d you want to see it?” “Because I love you, and you support me so much. And although I am busy with Hamilton all the time, I still support you.” You lay your head against his shoulder. “I love you, too. But you almost made me mess up!” He laughed. “I could see you hesitate as you were looking at the crowd.” “Don’t laugh! it’s not funny!” “It’s funny because I love you.”