i cannot with this face anymore

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking headcanon requests, OTAYURI COFFEESHOP AU? Please murder me with cuteness.

WELL.

  • Stoic barrista Otabek who who can never bring himself to say a word to Yuri, but does the cutest latte art on Yuri’s drinks just to watch him smile at it.
  • The first time Otabek draws a cat for Yuri, Yuri makes the cutest noise, and immediately whips out his phone to snap a photo of his coffee, and Otabek basically falls a little in love right there and then.
  • No, but like seriously, Otabek spends so much time learning how to make cute latte art for Yuri, it’s low-key embarrassing. Leo totally laughs at him when he goes online to order marshmallow cats for Yuri. He pays a shit ton of money for them, but it’s all worth it when Yuri legitimately goes (๑♡⌓♡๑) at him. 
  • Leo tries to talk Otabek into writing his number on Yuri’s takeaway cup one day because it’s getting ridiculous watching Otabek pine, and ofc, Otabek is 300% against it. They bicker a little behind the counter, and Otabek doesn’t even really realise that they’re getting a little loud, until he hisses two octaves too loudly “there’s no rule that says that I have to talk to him just because I like him” at Leo, and all Leo does is to give him a shit-eating grin.
  • Yuri has heard him, because ofc Yuri is behind him. 
  • + God Tier Blushing™ from Otabek + Yuri low-key rambling about coming to get extra marshmallows + Leo still grinning and maybe wiggling his eyebrows a little
  • And then, when Otabek absolutely cannot take it (it being 30% Leo being a shit, and 70% being Yuri’s face) anymore, “So are you going to go on a date with me or not?” 
Wedding in Hawaii || Part 1

hi. i got inspired these last couple of days bc as we all know harry freaking styles is spending his free time in hawaii at a wedding looking hella good and stuff. i guess the title already gave it away so i don’t need to explain anything further so just enjoy bc i absolutely loved writing this. oh and a part 2 is coming. and maybe more parts. i don’t know about them tho. part 2 is confirmed it is on the way it’s almost done actually. harry is feeding me so good y’all i can’t believe my man i love him so much and my love for him will be clearly shown throughout these little one shots. so if you don’t like too cute and sweet and lovey-dovey shit then i suggest you not reading these. they’ll be full of stuff like that. sorry for any spelling mistakes, once again i haven’t proof read it lmao i probably should start doing that again but o whale. lotta love, xoxo -b

Part 2 • Part 3

I couldn’t have imagined spending my time elsewhere as I was in Hawaii with Harry on my side in his lovely attire looking like the happiest person on this planet.

He was gorgeous. Like so fucking gorgeous.

There were no words that could’ve possibly described how I felt about him as I was watching him in his pale yellow suit and dress pants. Not to mention the blue Hawaiian shirt he wore under his blazer.

He found that funny. Nah, scratch that.

He found it hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Harry found it absolutely hilarious that he was wearing a Hawaiian printed shirt while he was in Hawaii.

“What you smiling at?” he asked me as he stepped next to me, his arms sneaking around my waist and pulling me closer to his body.

I sweetly kissed his chin then the corner of his mouth which caused him to grin widely and the pounding of my heart increased dramatically at the sight. He was so so pretty and I could barely breathe as he was right there in front of me.

“I love you,” I muttered as I stared up at him, my voice a tiny bit serious but oh so full of love. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as he put one of his hands on my cheek, the palm of his hand was warm and it fit perfectly on the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and forgetting the fact that we were at his mate’s wedding.

“You before,” I blurted out a bit too bluntly which caused him to laugh out as loud as hell and I couldn’t help but chuckle too.

“Alright, my love,” he said as he hugged me and pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “You cannot drink anymore alcohol.”

“Hey, don’t be rude to me! I can drink whatever I wanted. It’s your fault you’re not used to me being blunt.”

“Trust me, I am,” he sighed with a smile on his lovely face. I couldn’t help myself when I just grabbed both sides of his face and pressed my lips against his.

His mouth was massaging mine as he was giving me one of his sweet kisses, his grin spreading across his face causing us to pull away from each other. His eyes were shining and his cheeks were pink, his hair fluffy because of the humidity and he was just having so much fun it got me to never end up being bored.

“You didn’t say I love you back to me,” I pouted and he leaned down and pecked my lips.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he said it three times and between each confession he kissed me. “Hey, baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I laughed before hugging him tightly around his waist.

“I love you.”

**

It was bright and early when I woke up to the sound of someone puking in the bathroom and that someone ended up being Harry when I didn’t find him next to me in bed. We only came back from wedding at four am so when I checked what time it was and ended up finding out it was just twenty past five in the morning I was not impressed.

Sighing, I got out of bed, throwing my hair in a bun before entering the bathroom. Harry was on the floor leaning against the bathtub which I used right when we arrived. It was lovely in case you wanted to know.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him as I made my way towards the sink, took his toothbrush out of the cup and filled it up with cold water. I also gave him a towel that was on the side then I flushed the toilet after closing the top of it.

“Like hell,” he answered lowly. He chucked the towel to the side then put his elbows on his knees that were propped up and laid his forehead on his arms. “What’s the time?”

“Around half past five,” I sighed. “Do you wanna come back to bed?” I yawned, putting my hand in front of my mouth naturally.

“Yeah give me like a decade to be able to stand up,” he told me sassily and I just rolled my eyes.

“Come on, sass pants, give me your hands,” I said as I put my hands out. “Don’t let yourself be like that, it’s only gonna make this worse.”

“Why did I even drink? Why did you let me drink?”

“Hey, don’t blame me! I let you have fun because you’ve been working your butt off.”

“True. It’s not your fault. Well, not entirely.”

“Go to hell, Harry Styles,” I laughed as I gave a little slap to his ass when he stood up. “Now come and brush your teeth.”

“Really?” he looked at me like he saw a ghost as I put some toothpaste on his toothbrush. “Why do I have to brush it?”

“You literally just been throwing up,” I told him with a little chuckle added at the end, my voice thickly laced with sleep. “Come on, please, don’t be a hassle,” I sighed. “I’ll brush your teeth for you, c’mere.”

And he did.

He actually let me brush his teeth.

I couldn’t believe how lazy he was. But then again I didn’t expect him not to take up on that chance. He always did when I offered to do something instead of him.

He was a lazy piece of ass and I found it funny how no one really knew that about him. Harry never showed that, only to the people he was really comfortable around and with and I felt really good that I could consider myself to be one of those people.

“Thank you, love you,” he murmured as he hugged me with one hand and kissed my temple.

I just nodded as I rinsed out his toothbrush then put it back in its place. Harry took my hand once I dried it and we went back to bed, both of us getting under the duvet since all the windows were open and the weather was a bit windy outside.

Moments later Harry curled up against me, his legs sneaking between mine as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. His right hand was slowly making its way on to my waist then it slid down on to my bum and he rested it there.

“D’you wanna come work out with me tomorrow?” he asked me after minutes had pass, his voice low and croaky.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I ran my fingers through his short hair, remembering back to that loose strand of hair that rested on his forehead all day and night. It was so blooming sexy I found it so much more attractive than I probably should have.

“Work out with you? Tomorrow?” I asked back with a light chuckle. His hand squeezed my bum a bit which I’m not gonna lie was a good feeling.

I loved his hands all over me I didn’t mind one bit when he did that as long as we were in private. I’d rather him not do stuff like that when we’re out and about with all the paparazzi and fans around.

God knows what would happen to me as soon as people would find out about it.

“Mhm, I saw the gym when we arrived. Wanna try it before we gotta leave.”

“Okay, we’ll see, bub,” I told him as I continued to play with his curls that were making a comeback and ensuring my happiness.

“Do you wanna get married in Hawaii?” he asked me which caught me off guard.

“I mean if I’ll be marrying you, I won’t mind where we’ll get married.”

“Good answer,” he laughed. “I think m’gonna sleep now.”

“You should and so should I,” I said yawning.

“Mmmm, yeah,” he agreed. “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”

“You too, gorgeous,” I kissed his head before scooting closer to him in hopes of not having to get up again for another round to the bathroom.

Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl Sentence Meme
  • “Cursed pirates sail these waters. You don’t want to bring them down on us now, do you?”
  • “Bad luck to be singing about pirates with us mired in this unnatural fog.”
  • “It’s bad luck to have a woman on board.”
  • “I think it’d be rather exciting to meet a pirate.”
  • “I intend to see to it that any man who wails under a pirate flag or wears a pirate brand gets what he deserves—a short drop and a sudden stop.”
  • “You’re a pirate.”
  • “A fine gentleman, don’t you think? He fancies you, you know.”
  • “The blade is folded steel. That’s gold filigree laid into the handle.”
  • “I had a dream about you last night.”
  • “Apparently there’s some sort of high toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh?”
  • “You’ve seen a ship with black sails that’s crewed by the damned and captured by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?”
  • “I confess, it is my invention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weasely black heart out.”
  • “Pride of the king’s navy, you are.”
  • “Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?”
  • “You are without a doubt the worst pirate I’ve ever heard of.”
  • “Pirate or not, this man saved my life.”
  • “One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness.”
  • “I saved your life, you save mine, we’re square.”
  • “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”
  • “I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates.”
  • “Do you think this wise boy—crossing blades with a pirate?”
  • “I practice three hours a day so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it.”
  • “He is a fine man, he’s what any woman should dream of marrying.”
  • “No survivors? Then where do the stories come from, I wonder.”
  • “Parley. I invoke the right of parley.”
  • “My sympathies, friend, you’ve no manner of luck at all.”
  • “The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers.”
  • “You know nothing of Hell.”
  • “I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Mean’s no.”
  • “You are not a military man, you are not a sailor.”
  • “You want to turn pirate yourself, is that it?”
  • “If you’re intending to brave all, hasten to her and so win fair lady’s heart, you’ll have to do it alone.”
  • “This is either madness or brilliance.”
  • “That is without doubt the worst pirate I have ever seen.”
  • “I’m not a simpleton. You knew my father.”
  • “My father was not a pirate.”
  • “That’s not much incentive for me to fight fair then, is it?”
  • “The only rules that really matter are these—what a man can do and what a man can’t do.”
  • “He’s not a man to suffer fools, nor strike a bargain with one.”
  • “Take what you can, give nothing back.”
  • “Any mortal that removes but a single piece from that stone chest shall be punished for eternity.”
  • “I hardly believe in ghost stories anymore.”
  • “All the pleasurable company in the world could not slake our lust.”
  • “We are cursed men.”
  • “Compelled by greed, we were, but now we are consumed by it.”
  • “We are not among the living and so we cannot die, but neither are we dead.”
  • “I feel nothing- not the wind on my face nor the spray of the sea, nor the warmth of a woman’s touch.”
  • “You best start believing in ghost stories. You’re in one.”
  • “Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?”
  • “It’s frightful bad luck to bring a woman aboard.”
  • “Puts a chill in the bones how many honest sailors have been claimed by this passage.”
  • “When a man is marooned he is give a pistol with a single shot.”
  • “Pirates code. Any man that falls behind is left behind.”
  • “No heroes amongst thieves, eh?”
  • “For having such a bleak outlook on pirates, you’re well on your way to becoming one.”
  • “Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.”
  • “Our salvation is nigh! Our torment is near at end.”
  • “Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?”
  • “Who among us has paid the blood sacrificed to the heathen gods?”
  • “Begun by blood, by blood undone.”
  • “What sort of a man trades a man’s life for a ship?”
  • “People are easy to search when they’re dead.”
  • “Stop blowing holes in me ship.”
  • “If any of you as much as thinks the word parley, I’ll have your guts for garters.”
  • “His blood runs in my veins.”
  • “That’s the second time I’ve had to watch that man sail away with my ship.”
  • “Welcome to the Caribbean, love.”
  • “You’ll be positively the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish main.”
  • “What a ship is, is freedom.”
  • “I’m not entirely sure that I’ve had enough rum to allow that kind of talk.”
  • “Why is the rum gone?”
  • “It is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels.”
  • “There’ll be no living with her after this.”
  • “I beg you, please do this. For me. As a wedding gift.”
  • “A wedding? I love weddings! Drinks all around!”
  • “You get to die for her, just like you promised.”
  • “You’ve been planning this from the beginning. Ever since you learned my name.”
  • “Even a good decision if made for the wrong reasons can be a wrong decision.”
  • “Me? I’m dishonest and a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest.”
  • “Will it be two immortals locked in an epic battle until Judgment Day and trumpets sound?”
  • “Hang the code and hang the rules! They’re more like guidelines anyway.”
  • “I’m gonna teach you the meaning of pain.”
  • “Do you like pain? Try wearing a corset.”
  • “I feel…cold.”
  • “If you were waiting for the opportune moment…that was it.”
  • “They done what’s right by them. Can’t expect more than that.”
  • “For those crimes you have been sentenced to be, on this day hung by the neck until dead.”
  • “I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you.”
  • “So this is where your heart truly lies, then?”
  • “I want you to know that I was rooting for you, mate.”
  • “Perhaps on the rare occasion pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy, piracy itself can be the right course?”
  • “This is a beautiful sword. I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life.”
  • “I think we can afford to give him one day’s head start.”
  • “So this is the path you’ve chosen, is it?”
  • “Now, bring me the horizon.”
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[VKOOK TIME] JUNGKOOK REACTION WHEN HIS BF GOT SEXIER 

I know JK, I know ;-) *his face tho*  *V’s sexy back*

SP I see you and I don’t like you.

I need to vent. I’m tired. So freaking tired of the franchise insulting, changing, destroying and hurting my beloved ship out of jealousy, bitterness and sexism. Yeah, okay, SasuSaku is the most popular het ship in the series even though it doesn’t include Naruto, yes okay Sakura chose Sasuke over the main character Naruto who according to the franchise deserves the universe and then some. Yes okay, Sasuke is Naruto’s rival and needs to be put in his place because ‘Main character’.
But you’re supposed to be professional. And yet, you keep insulting, excluding and forcefully changing Sasuke and Sakura as characters and a ship, while everyone else gets to keep their happily ever after. And why? Because Naruto isn’t part of the ship.
What was the point of keeping Sasuke away from his best friend’s wedding and having a sad Sakura be jealous at everyone around her getting into relationships? Even though 699 had them both understand each other’s feelings?
What was the point of changing the few ‘moments’, if you can even call them that, SasuSaku had in the novels by changing scenes such as the one where Sasuke gets a letter and it’s mentioned that Sakura remembered his childhood dream but instead, in the anime, it’s Naruto that remembers it?
What was the point of animating almost every stupid novel, even the ones that honestly do not matter at all, all while leaving out Sakura’s where she gets to shine and Sasuke is shown to care through going out of his way (like in canon) to travel back to rescue Sakura?
Why re tell the Boruto movie in a manga and cut out the scene at the end where Sasuke and Sakura sit on a roof as if Sakura was never an important part Sasuke thought of when making important decisions (like in Gaiden where she was included in the Hokage meeting)? 
What’s with the ‘yay Hokage nay papa’ bullshit you force onto Sarada even though her relationship with Sasuke was completely fine at the end of Gaiden?
Why the hell are you making Sasuke care more about Naruto’s brat than his own family? Are you sane?

SS gets pushed aside, ignored in fillers, insulted and torn apart. And honestly, if what I saw regarding the cast for the new anime is true, it wouldn’t surprise me if SP tries to destroy my ship entirely in the anime. Noriaki isn’t even listed, and neither is Chie. Why is that? Are they going to make Sasuke travel again with the excuse that he has to ‘investigate’ the mark on Boruto’s hand? Are they going to keep him out of the picture by making him train Boruto outside the village for a few years like Jiraiya did even though Jiraiya didn’t have a freaking family to look and care for? Are they going to keep Sakura out of the picture by letting her simply disappear and never return again because lols reasons? If I didn’t know the franchise as well as I do, I would call prank or bullshit on this. but I do. Even Shino is listed as a returning character in the anime. Can you believe that? That’s how far those people are willing to go for their hatred towards SasuSaku.

People need to finally open their eyes. SP isn’t going to give you more kids, nice flashbacks or cute little fillers free of stress, angst or negativity. It will continue to shit on your ship, hide it in a nice looking gift box to make you believe it’s actually something cute and positive, only for you to notice that you have been tricked once again (aka the last or road to ninja or boruto the movie).

I could deal with all of this way better if it wasn’t for the fandom. Because a very large portion cannot or refuses to face the fact that all material that is not produced and released by Kishi can be seen as not canon.

And even though all of this is a burden I hate, I’m still happy with my canon SasuSaku ship. Because canon, once it’s not buried under a pile of filler shit anymore, is pretty amazing.

Useless

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn


- Y/N’s a runner and gets attacked by a griever while in the Maze. - 

Word Count : 3492


You swiped the sweat off of your forehead with the back of your hand as you stood up. Stretching your arms up towards the sky, you hummed in satisfaction as your back popped and cracked from having been crouched over for so long. You set your basket of crops downs and used the fabric of your pants to brush off the dirt on your hands before gathering your hair up into a ponytail. You winced every time your fingers got snagged in a knot. After a few minutes of combing your fingers through, you managed to secure an elastic band around it and with one last tug you picked up the heavy basket again.

It was a hot day in the Glade and the urge to just sit in the shade and lay about was strong but Alby’s words echoed in your head as if they were engraved into your brain.

Everyone had to do their job and that included you as well. You had to do your part and pull your own weight in the Glade. There wasn’t any time or patience for lazy people.

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Number One Contender

Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Note: This is the re written version, I was really disappointed with my initial attempt on this fic and am now nervous to publish this one so please feedback would be really great for my peace of mind. I would like to thank @secretschuylersister and @wrotemywayoutimagines for proofreading and just letting me know that this version doesn’t suck. Also thank you to everyone who encouraged me and told me that I am good enough you all really helped me a lot and I don’t know if I would have re posted this without you. 

Warnings: Fighting, blood, swearing. 

Word Count: 2.360

Tagged: @boss-headcanons @hercules-mullifan @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat

Hercules Mulligan is one of the top 10 heavyweight fighters in the world. Since he was 12 years old he has been training for one thing, the become the heavyweight champion of the world. By the time he was in college he was well known in the local amature boxing circles as one of the best in the area. Everyone know the kid was going to go far one day, that he could make it to the top if he kept at it.

The people around him were always there for him when he needed them. His best Lafayette stuck with him from when they first met in high school, went to college with him and eventually became his trainer because he wanted Hercules to succeed just as much as Herc wanted it. The older man, George Washington, who owned the gym he worked out at in college saw the potential in him and offered to be his manager. And then there’s you.

You were lucky enough to meet him in your second year of college, you shared a couple classes with Lafayette and after talking to him for a while he convinced you to come and watch one of Herc’s fights.

The minute the fight began you were mesmerised by him, the way his sweat drenched muscles moved, the way that despite his massive size he was able to move around so easily and so quickly in order to strike or evade his opponents punches. You couldn’t take your eyes off him the whole fight and when he noticed this Lafayette made sure to introduce the two of you afterwards. You became inseparable quickly.

With Lafayette, George and you in his corner, Herc felt like he could do anything. And within six years of graduating from college he was the number one contender for the world heavyweight championship.

The only thing standing in his way to the title is the current heavyweight champ Apollo Creed. A man who, while being an excellent fighter, is so obsessed with retaining his title that he refuses to fight southpaws, like Herc.

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Pike’s poem

Here lies Scanlan the Bard,
a gnome who sang soft but died hard.
To anyone who hears us, both far and wide,
bring us back our dirty friend,
at least one more time.

He may not be tall or brute or rough,
he may be little, but his heart is buff.
We are a party, and every party needs a clown;
without our friend to rein us in,
we’ll burn down your whole fucking town.

You see, I love this gnome very much,
he’s small like me, but he’s touched.
He’s raided and slain,
he’s pooped while he sang, but if he’s gone
forever, I won’t be the same.

Now that he’s learned he’s a dad,
the journey that all of us had,
cannot be in vain–will not be in waste.
Please, Scanlan, open your eyes,
and see your daughter’s face.

“Is this even real?” said Derrick marveled yet confused seeing at his reflection in the mirror
He pinched his abs that previously a blob of fat…….Grazing his finger over his now defined face that once chubby, he just can’t hold it anymore
“This is unreal” he said, tears of joy start to drop from his eyes
“I have to call Derrick and Peter to give this news” he said still crying
Fuck, I hate it when they get emotional. I guess some mental adjustment should be made. My translucent figure cannot be seen by him so I grab his head and implant some confidence and cockiness in his mind.
“Huh, those nerds can’t even get to see this,” he said, flexing his massive bicep
“Gonna post this on Snapchat and maybe I can get some hookups tonight”

Negan’s

Title: Negan’s

Characters: Negan x You

Warnings: NSFW, swearing, oral sex

Note: ………………..this just made me realize how much I suck at writing smut but I did try. Also, this may or may not have a second part…let me know if you guys like it enough to request for a second part lol. Advanced Happy Valentine’s Day to y’all Negan lovers! xoxo

Part Two

It was the night that Negan was going to make you his.

You were on the verge of giving up on life when Negan and his Saviors found you, trapped on top of a huge truck amidst the sea of the undead. All you wanted was to stop all the running and to continue living without having to worry about the walkers turning you into one of them. So when Negan had saved you and offered you a pretty interesting deal, you didn’t think twice and immediately said yes.

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best quotes from Elena Anaya’s interview on Doctor Poison:

  • Dr. Maru loves rage and enjoys people’s pain. She’s creating terrible weapons, and her purpose in life is to kill as many people as possible…
  • I think she makes people suffer to avoid her own suffering, because she cannot suffer anymore.
  • [Patty] said, “She wants to provoke painful suffering, so she tested her own gas on her own face. She wanted to know how deep this form of her gas would go, so she put it on her own face.”
    • Isabel Maru tested her own gas on her face to make sure it would be painful enough.
  • She doesn’t like to be the center of any conversation. She works alone.
  • I think she suffered. That she had a love she loved so much, and that person went with somebody else. She felt betrayed, and it weighed on her mind and heart. And she became sick.
    • nice gender neutral pronouns, Elena ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
  • She wants to be loved. She wants somebody to take care of her. She doesn’t want to be so lonely and so independent, but she’s completely alone. She would love to have people trust her, and not only because she has an amazing intelligence, not just for the chemist she became, but for the woman she is now.
    • someone fucking love doctor poison already
  • She finds it very difficult to get rid of all the hate in her soul. She hates so much, so much.
    • i want to fix you sweetheart
  • There’d be seven people around the set, and the minute they’d turn and see my face, they’re like [gasps theatrically] “Oh fuck! She’s here!”
  • She hides her femininity and vulnerability. It’s so easy for her to escape from every situation. 
  • She’s like a tiny criminal ant, it’s so difficult for her to be caught.
    • my tiny criminal ant poison wife
  • The snake (Isabel Maru) just holds its movement and looks at you, like hypnotizing you, but if it wanted, it could strangle you and eat you.
Auston Matthews - Part 28

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Everything in the room seems to go still, they stare other and I stand in the kitchen frozen in time. Auston slowly looks back at me, an unreadable look on his face as he opens his mouth to speak to me.

               “Y/N, who’s your friend?” He asks, his voice dangerously low and immediately I feel defensive. He has no reason to be mad at me. None.

               “Auston this is Riley, Riley this is Auston,” I say, moving from the kitchen to the outskirts of the living room. I may be defensive, but I’m not dumb enough to walk over to Auston right now.

               Auston nods at Riley who stands and holds out his hand, Auston eyes it a moment before setting his bag down pointedly on the stairs before moving to the couch and shaking his hand.

               “Nice to meet you,” Riley says pleasantly, though I can see him squirm slightly as Auston squeezes his hand probably a little too hard. I hurry to Auston’s side and put a hand on his arm, he immediately lets go of Riley’s hand and also moves his arm out from under my touch. A flash of hurt passes through me and I frown.

               “How’s the project?” Auston asks me, looking down at me with unfamiliar eyes.

               “Good, we were just finishing up,” I stammer, unable to hold his gaze and look down at my hands.

               “Right, I was just packing my things,” Riley says, sitting back down and stuffing the last of his books into the well-worn backpack. Auston reaches out and relief floods me, but quickly vanishes again when he takes my elbow and walks me to the kitchen.

               “Auston,” I hiss, jerking my arm out of his grasp. “Do not man handle me.”

               “Your lab partner is him?” Auston hisses back at me.

               “No, he’s just a stray I picked up off the street,” I spit back at him, sarcasm thick on my words. “Of course he’s my fucking partner, Auston. What’s your problem?”

               “And you were here working alone, with a very good looking guy, who was blatantly staring at you before I even opened the damn door.” This time it isn’t a question and I give him an exasperated look.

               “Are you fucking kidding me right now? He is my lab partner Auston, what do you not understand about that?” I snap.

               Just as Auston opens his mouth to speak, my dogs come bounding into the room, some watch dogs they are. They bounce around at Riley’s legs and he reaches down to pet them.

               “I never asked, what are their names?” Riley asks me, glancing over at where Auston and I are huddled behind the counter.

               “Zalla is the bigger one on your right, Andie on your left,” I say, giving him a tight smile.

               “Andie? Isn’t that a boy name?” Riley asks, glancing back up from them.

               “That’s rich coming from a boy named Riley,” Auston grumbles next to me, loud enough for Riley to hear.

               “Auston!” I hiss, sending andelbow into his ribs though he barely even notices, his stare on Riley. To my surprise Riley doesn’t get upset, he laughs quietly instead.

               “Touché. Should have seen that coming,” he gives one last pet to each of them before heading towards the door. Sending a filthy look at Auston, I hurry to open it for him.

               “Thank you for coming to work on our project, Riley,” I try to smile at him, embarrassed by Auston’s actions.

               “No problem, thanks for hosting. I’ll finish the conclusion and email it to you this weekend,” he says before slipping out the door and down the path to his car.

               I close the door quietly behind me, drawing the curtains in the living room before turning very slowly to face Auston who has moved into the living room.

               “Auston, what were you thinking?” I try to say as calmly as I possibly can.

               “What was I thinking? What were you thinking?” Auston asks, crossing his arms across his chest.

               “What was I thinking? Let me tell you what I was thinking, Auston. I was thinking that my fucking boyfriend might possibly find the decency in him to act like a human being when talking to someone who I will have to work with the rest of this semester,” I say, glaring at him with everything I can muster.

               “I was being a decent human being considering he was in my girlfriend’s house, who was completely oblivious to the way he was looking at her like she was a shiny trophy that he had finally won. I never imagined when you said that you weren’t able to make it to my game that you would instead be spending all night with some stranger who could have done anything to you and no one would know about it!” Auston says right back at me, though his voice isn’t as calm as mine.

               “Excuse me? I have school Auston, I have grades to keep up. It’s not like I blew off your game to go on a hot date!” My voice raises several octaves. “I am a grown adult, I can take care of myself and there was no way that he would have ever tried anything. He’s socially awkward and intimidated by me for some reason, he wouldn’t be capable of doing anything to me!”

               “You don’t know that, Y/N! You’ve been here four weeks! Four fucking weeks! You think you know anyone well enough to feel like you know everything they are capable of?” Auston snaps back at me, gesturing with his hands.

               “I guess not because I didn’t know that my boyfriend was so capable of making me feel like shit when I literally did nothing!” I snap.

               “Do not turn this around on me. You know me Y/N, you know most everything about me,” Auston says, this time a little more evenly which infuriates me, while he seems to be calming down, I’m only getting angrier. “I’m just hurt that you didn’t tell me about him before, or that you didn’t go someplace public like a library or something!”

               Tears well in my eyes, I don’t understand why he’s so upset with me.

               “Do not try and make it seem like you were just concerned about my safety,” I yell at him, unable to hold it back anymore. “Alex told me how jealous of a person you can get and it’s pathetic, Auston. I did nothing wrong. At all. You just can’t take that I spent time with someone else that wasn’t you or your best friends. Notice how none of the friends I’ve made outside your little circle are guys? You cannot control who I do and do not work with and spend time with!”

               I take a deep, shaky breath, tears over flowing from my eyes. Auston stares me at me that unreadable look on his face again and I can’t keep his eye contact, it’s too painful.

               “I am not a jealous person, Y/N,” Auston says, his voice incredibly quiet compared to my own yell.

               “Yes you are! Look at you! You’re grasping at every possible straw you can to make me feel bad about not going to your game and having Riley over here to work on school work.” I once again put emphasis on my last two words.

               “Did he make you feel uncomfortable at all tonight? Did he get tense and maybe snap at you over something stupid? Did you notice him looking at you more than you looked at him? Was he over excited when he got here? Try to make small talk and then get upset when you didn’t talk back?” Auston starts listing off these questions and my stomach goes cold at the truth behind all of them.

               “Did you happen to notice him looking at you as you walked away? Did he get distracted by something dumb you said and look like an idiot trying to regain focus?” Auston keeps asking questions and I just stare at him wordlessly. “I can see the yes in your eyes to all of those questions, because those are some of the same exact things that I used to do to you when I was a teenager living in Ann Arbor.”

               I can’t seem to form any words, I just stare at him in confusion.

               “He wants you Y/N. The same way I wanted you when I was a horny teenager. I could see it from the moment I saw him from my car in the driveway. That’s why I’m upset.”

               I find my voice and I feel myself take a step towards him.

               “So what? So what if he wants to sleep with me, Auston? Just because he wants to, does that mean he gets to?” I ask him, venom in my voice from the hurt coursing through me. “Hmm? Does it?”

               “No,” he stammers, eyeing me warily as I take another step towards him.

               “No is right, he doesn’t. Do you trust me?” I ask.

               “Of course I trust you…” Auston again stammers, and I can tell he wants to take a step back when I take another one forward.

               “Really? Because it doesn’t seem like you do right now, Auston,” more tears are steaming down my face but I refuse to wipe them away. “I watch you go on road trips all the time. Do you think I sit here wondering what you’re doing or if some girl is trying to slip into your DMs looking for a hook up? Because I do, but I don’t ever overthink that because I know that you are someone who would never ever hurt me. Ever. But here you are standing in my living room telling me that you trust me when you don’t. You don’t, Auston.”

               “I decided to trust you when I first kissed you on that hill. Because I knew with living here in Toronto, with you being the hottest thing in town, and that I would have to deal with the jealousy thing. Not once have I complained or ever made you feel like shit over it, have I?” I don’t wait for an answer. “And in comes the first boy I’ve been able to make friends with in Toronto and you come flying in and ruining it. All because you can’t extend the same curtesy to me that I do to you. And that hurts Auston, that hurts a lot.”

               Auston stares at me in shock, his feet rooted into the floor. Several minutes pass of me crying and him staring at me before he’s able to speak.

               “Y/N, all I want is to know that someone isn’t going to try and touch yo-,” Auston starts and I cut him off again.

               “I just said that even if he tried to touch me that it doesn’t mean he gets to!” I practically yell at him. “I would stop him Auston, I would stop him because I love you and I care about you and would never do anything that could possibly hurt you,” I cry at him.

               Auston blinks at me. “What did you just say?” He whispers and I blink back, my cheeks flushing.

               “I love you, Auston. I never thought I was someone who could fall in love with someone almost immediately but here I am, crying because the boy that I love doesn’t trust me,” I start sobbing and he takes a step towards me, I take one back.

               “Don’t,” I plead, I can’t take touching him right now.

               “Y/N…” Auston whispers, hurt crossing his face when I pull away. “I…” he trails off and I shake my head.

               “Please don’t,” I plead again. “Please just go.”

               “Go?” Auston’s eyes go wide, panic clearly on his face.

               I cross my arms across my chest and continue backing away from him.

               “Yes, go,” I whisper.

               “No, no, no,” Auston says, his entire demeanor changing before my eyes. Where he had been hard and distant just seconds before, he now looked lost and hurt. I have to peel my eyes away from him, my heart can’t take it.

               “We need some time, Auston. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me, especially someone with a job like yours,” I say, now backing into the foyer and towards the stairs.

               “When can I see you then?” Auston whispers, following me at a distance this time, his feet just inside the foyer.

               “You have to trust me to be with me. I cannot lose you on top of being five hours from my family,” I wipe at my face with the back of my hand.

               “But I do, I do trust you,” Auston pleads. “You’re right I am jealous, I want everything you are all to myself. I can’t bear the thought of someone else being in my place, the thought makes me go insane and it overwhelmed me. I should have never taken it out on you, Y/N,” he takes a hesitant step toward me and I shake my head.      

               “No, just give it time, okay?” I step up onto the bottom stair, next to his overnight bag.

               “No, I don’t want time! I’ve waiting too many years for you, Y/N. I cannot bear the thought of losing you, please,” he whispers.

               “You’re not losing me,” I whisper, my heart breaking into a million pointy pieces. “You’re just going to have to get over whatever it is that’s keeping you from trusting me. I love you, Auston, I’ve never loved a boy before. You say you’ve been waiting for me so the past few years, what’s a little more time.” I nod to his bag and then to the door, I won’t be able to speak another word.

               Auston’s eyes had closed the moment I said “love” and when he opens them, they are shining with tears. I resist every urge in my body to reach out to him, to show him how much I love him and how much I’m hurting because of that love.

               “Baby,” he whispers and I can see the same longing in his eyes that are in mine. “Please,” he whispers though he know my words stand. I watch him take the bag from next to my feet, his eyes traveling from my toes to my eyes, memorizing me just like I am him. Auston backs toward the door, and I refuse to look away from him.

               We don’t say goodbye, the only sound is the door closing behind Auston’s back and then his car engine as he pulls out of my driveway and back down the road. I slink down on the stairs, wrapping my arms around the banister and let the tears fall down my cheeks.

-

               I don’t hear from Auston the next day, and he doesn’t hear from me. In fact, I don’t hear anything from anyone all day, my phone lays silent and cold on my coffee table as I keep my mind busy with books and movies. I let myself cry last night, now I refuse to shed another tear. Instead, I live precariously through the characters on my pages and on my screen.

               Mitch POV

               “What do you mean we still can’t message her?” I ask Auston for the tenth time today. We are sitting in a restaurant in downtown Chicago, three days after the two idiot’s mini break up.

               “Just don’t please,” Auston snaps back at me, stabbing at his chicken.

               “I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you didn’t say you loved her back,” Connor says to my side and I nod in agreement.

               “Because I don’t love her,” Auston says, avoiding all eye contact, clearly not pleased about being the center of conversation once again.

               “Bullshit,” I say. “You’re a bigger idiot than I thought. You love her, it’s impossible not to love Y/N. Even we love her, but our love is a bit different that yours,” I push my food around on my plate. “If you were honest with yourself, you would realize that you’ve loved her since you were sixteen years old.”

               Auston eyes flash to mine and then back down to his food and I know I’m right.

               “Wanna know what I think?” I ask him, her shakes his head but I choose to ignore that. “I think that you’re used to being the one in control of a relationship. Every girl you’ve ever dated has been more into you than you are into them and now that the roles are reversed, you don’t know what to do. You’re vulnerable and at the complete mercy of whatever Y/N says. Which is why you left her house the other night instead of staying and working things out,” I say. Auston again is staring at me with an open mouth, as is Connor.

               “And it’s also why you didn’t tell her that you loved her back because for just a moment, she was like the other girls, admitting her feelings before you said your own and that made you feel better. So, by being a complete dumbass, you have ruined the relationship you’ve been craving since you were sixteen years old. You got to have the girl you’ve daydreamed about for last four years for just six weeks all because you thought she might hurt you just like all the girls that you previously dated thought you were going to hurt them. That’s why you don’t trust her, because you’re scared of the thought of someone hurting you instead of you hurting them.” I finish and take a big bite of my pasta.

               “Which, if I might add, is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” I add, talking through a mouthful.

               Auston stares at me, still comprehending my words, a lost look on his face.

               “You think I ruined it forever?” Auston asks and I can hear the vulnerability in his voice. I know he hates talking about this but with how grumpy he’s been the last few days on the road, I can’t take it anymore and I miss Y/N already. I had grown used to her constant sarcasm and need to take care of us, even her scolding me like a child.

               “I don’t think you ruined it forever, Auston,” I say slowly. “I think that you made things very difficult, especially because by you leaving, she lost not only her best friend but all of us. She’s in a huge new city away from her family and we were her only lifeline and the only ones she trusted. Now she’s home alone, probably hurting and confused.” I don’t hold back with my words even though Auston visibly flinches like I slapped him.

               “I can see why she was so upset,” Connor pipes up. “While I think you had a good point about her having someone she doesn’t know over, I think the whole not trusting her is what you messed up on.”

               Auston nods slowly, pushing his food around on his plate, deep in thought. I’m just in shock he’s actually listening to what we have to say. I slip my phone out of my pocket and open my thread of messages with Y/N.

               U gonna have dinner ready for me tomorrow night?

               I stare at the phone screen with a hint of anxiety, I know she has her phone on her and I know she’s already read it. Finally the little bubbles pop up on the screen and I relax.

               Chinese takeout good enough?

               You read my mind

               Can’t wait

               She includes a happy face and a winky face with her message. I go to type a reply but the bubbles pop up again indicating that she’s typing.

               Thank you

               Is all it says with a blue heart next to it.

               For what?

               I send her back, though I know. For the last three days she’s been completely alone in Toronto, not knowing if she still has friends that are going to come home to her and raid her kitchen and make her squawk like a mother hen, picking up after us and yelling.

               You know

               That I do. See you soon kid.

               Did you actually just call me that?

               Yes, u mad bro?

               Guess someone is only getting ONE crab raggoon tomorrow…

               How rude

               You’re telling me…

               Auston catches on that I’m talking to Y/N, and I see him open his mouth to say something but it looks like a light flashes on in his eyes and he stops. Connor and I exchange a quick glance, unsure what to do.

               “Uh you okay?” Connor asks, eyeing Auston warily.

               “I need Y/N’s dad’s number,” he mutters to himself and whips out his phone faster than I thought possible.

               “Why is that?” I ask slowly, though Auston just waves a hand at me to shut me up.

               “Hey,” he says putting his mouth to the receiver of his phone. “Can you do me a favor?”

Back to the Past (Hamilton x Reader) 7

Words: 4100+

Warnings: blood mentions, death, violence, attempted sexual assault

A/N: you are all going to hate me and i’m sorry, and i barely edited because i really wanted you to read this so here you go.

Part1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

“Hamilton, what are you doing?” You asked him, and he sighed, ignoring you. He was writing another letter for Washington, his hand quickly writing the calligraphy. You admired his penmanship, watching him write. Speaking of Washington, you almost ran into him the other day, and thankfully, Laurens was there to help you stay hidden.


You were sitting on the cot that Laurens laid out for you a few weeks ago. The boys and you decided that it was best for you to sleep behind the partition wall, since it was the only place that could hide you from someone that might come inside.

As you were sleeping there, you heard the rustling of the tent entrance. You glanced up out of your blanket, and saw a large figure standing there. Assuming that it was Mulligan, you closed your eyes again.

“Lieutenant Laurens, I need to see you immediately.” The booming voice surrounded the tent, making you shooting your eyes open.

That was definitely not Mulligan.

You saw Laurens’s figure quickly scamper out of bed, and you widened your eyes. Please don’t let him look behind here. “Laurens, why are you fully clothed?” Washington asked, and you heard a slight chuckle. Laurens laughed.

“Sir, I just like sleeping that way.” You heard a small stutter and nervousness in his voice. You hoped that Washington didn’t hear it as well.

He did.

“Lieutenant, are you okay?” The general began walking around the room, looking for anything out of the ordinary. You saw him walking towards the partition, and held your breath, shaking. You saw his hands touch the corner of the partition, and began pulling it back.

You heard Laurens gasp, and Washington turned towards him, moving away from you. You heard a strained chuckle from Laurens. “Ah, sorry sir. I suddenly experienced this pain in my thigh.” You saw Washington shake his head.

“Let’s take you to the medical tent to make sure everything is fine.” You saw their shadows disappear out of the tent, leaving you alone. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, walking around the room divider.

Lafayette was sleeping on his cot, unaware of the commotion that just took place. You giggled, and he shot his eyes open. “Mon amour, are you okay?” He asked, quickly getting up. How in the world…?

“I’m fine, Lafayette.”


“You know, I’m trying here, I really am. You just need to help me, you cannot let me figure this out without you.” You said softly, and he turned to you, sighing. He placed the quill on the side, looking at you.

“Okay then, how do we do this?” He asked you. “Should we try and say nice things to one another? Should we pretend that we like each other, until we actually do? Should we just kiss and settle our differences? Is that how we are going to do this?” He said, glaring at you. “Or maybe we can forget about this, and live our lives. I forget about you, and you do the same to me. And maybe that will break this loop as you call it, and we can finally die. How about that?”

You looked at him, saying nothing. He stared at you expectantly, waiting for your response. You rubbed your head, annoyed. “This is going to be harder than I thought. How could I like you? Every word that comes out of your mouth is stupid.” You mumbled, and he stood up, grabbing your hand. “Hey-!”

“Since we cannot figure this out by ourselves, maybe the lads can help us.”

“I don’t think it works that way…”

“Do you have a better idea?” He grumbled, and you followed him, no longer protesting. He dragged you to the tent that Mulligan had by himself. He had a needle in his mouth, stitching a piece of fabric. You looked up when the two of you appeared, and he took the needle out, staring at the two of you. He glanced down at Alexander’s hand in yours, and his smile slipped a little.

Lafayette and Laurens were sitting across from Mulligan, talking to each other. Laurens smiled at you, and Lafayette nodded.

“Lads, we need your help. The only thing Y/N and I do is argue, and this is not going anywhere. So we-“

“You.” You replied, and he rolled his eyes.

“-decided that it would be best for you to help us. So, can you?” They looked at each other, and Laurens was the first to speak.

“Um, aren’t you supposed to figure this out on your own? It would be strange for us to interfere on your relationship. Unless we lock you in a room, of course.” He said, grinning evilly. You raised your eyebrow, looks up at Hamilton. He had a straight face, looking at his friend.

“You are no help, Laurens.”

“Well, mon amis, if you do not like each other, why are you holding hands?” Lafayette pointed to your entwined fingers. Hamilton widened his eyes, and quickly took his fingers out of yours, clearing his throat. You saw a blush form on his cheeks.

“Um, Laf, that was because I had to drag her here after me. She insisted that we figure this out on our own.” He responded, shaking in his voice. You never saw him this nervous before, so it was a shock.

“My friends, I agree with Y/N. It takes two people to love each other, not five. You need to figure this out on your own, Hamilton. She loves you already, you just need to learn how to fight through this curse, and see that beautiful woman that you have right in front of you.” Mulligan said, continuing to look at the stitching. “And do it before it’s too late, before she realizes that there’s someone that cares for her just the way she is.” He whispered, never looking away from the fabric.

“Let’s go, Hamilton.” You said, tugging on his arm. Hamilton stayed in his place, staring at his friend curiously.

“Am I standing in front of the man who wishes to take her away?” Alexander said, and you could have sworn there was anger in his voice. You pulled on his arm, and he ignored you again.

Mulligan chuckled, barely hesitating on his work. “Of course, Hamilton. I believe you’re the only one who does not know this. And I do plan to do so, since you cannot stand her. She deserves better than you.” Hamilton began moving towards his friend. Laurens and Lafayette got up, stopping Hamilton.

Mon ami, this is not good idea.”

“Lafayette’s right, Hamilton. We all know who would win in a fight.” Mulligan laughed. You frowned, hating where this was going.

“Just because I do not like her now, does not mean anything. We are meant to be together, and I will try my best for that to happen. I better not see you try and bother Y/N.”

“Lads, I don’t think this is-“ Laurens started, but was interrupted by Mulligan pushing his tools to the side. He stood up, towering over the rest of you.

“What are you going to do about it, mon ami.” He hissed sarcastically, glaring at the shorter man. You moved in between all the commotion, putting your hands on both of their chests. Lafayette moved closer, standing next to you. Laurens did the same, standing on the opposite side.

“Stop. Stop fighting, this is stupid. I can decide for myself who I would like to be with, I’m not some pawn you guys could use. I am a human being, so treat me like one,” you turned to Mulligan, “Hercules, stop threatening your best friend. He’s just asking for help because he can’t figure this out, give him a break.” You turned to Hamilton, “And Alexander, stop acting like such a hot shot, you both love each other.”

“I don’t want this situation to break up your friendship. I want all of us to love each other, despite what might happen in the end. For all you know, I’ll just die to stop this from happening. I just want you to make this work, okay? So, stop this childish behavior.” You said, looking between both. They stopped glaring at each other, Hamilton being the first to hold out his hand.

“Truce?” He asked, and Mulligan looked at his hand, raising his eyebrow.

“You know I don’t shake hands, Hamilton.” You moved out of the way, and he pulled Hamilton against his chest, giving him a bear hug. The man laughed, and you saw the Hamilton that you once knew. He was genuinely smiling, like he used to.

“Okay, Herc, I cannot breathe anymore.”

You smiled at the two of them, happy they settled their differences quickly. Hamilton looked at you, the smile struggling to stay on his face. You nodded slowly, understanding. He nodded, the smile going into a straight line. “Let’s go, Y/N.” He said, touching your fingers with his. “We’ll figure this out.” Before you walked out, Mulligan called out.

“Better take care of her, Hamilton. I’m still here!” Hamilton laughed, closing the tent door behind him. The two of you walked quietly back to his tent, his fingers rubbing your palm. It was comforting, much different than holding his hand earlier.

“Y/N, I’m trying. I’m trying to deal with this. But it’s terribly difficult.”

“I know, Alexander. But you’ve been getting better. Remember that night when you could barely look at me without wanting to kill me? Now, you’re holding my hand without even flinching.” He laughed, looking down at your hands together. He played with your fingers, absentmindedly.

“I’m sorry for being rude to you for this long, Y/N. I think, I think I’m beginning to tolerate you.” You smiled at him. “You are a very beautiful human, Y/N. You are much different than Erin.”

“She told me that you liked her.” You whispered, and he laughed, shaking his head.

“I believe that is the completely opposite of what I think. In fact, I could not stand her. She talked about herself most of the time, and never let me say a word. She might have taken my kindness as liking, but that is not what it was. I just wanted her to stop dancing with me, so that I could dance with you.”

The two of you entered the tent, and he let go of your hand, going back to writing his work. He did not stop talking, though. “When I saw Hercules dancing with you, I, I did not know what feeling was coming over me. But I knew that I did not like that he was the one making you smile, and not me. These emotions come out of me without my permission, and they cover the hatred that was bestowed upon me. Just now, I wanted to kill Mulligan for trying to take you away from me.” He shook his head. “I do not know what I was thinking.”

“You still don’t feel that way, do you?” You asked, and he shrugged.

“No, I do not want to hurt my friend. But I cannot stand him being in the same room as you, if that is what you mean.” Hamilton said, writing away. You said nothing, just watching him write. His writing was beautiful, and yours was chicken-scratch compared to his. He glanced at you ever so often, a small smile on his face.

You got off the cot, wiping off your dress. Hamilton stopped writing, looking at you in confusion. “Where are you going?” He asked. You pointed out the tent.

“It’s late, and I need to get back to Laurens’s and Lafayette’s tent before the sun sets too low. You know that’s when all the men start to come out.” He bit his lip, looking at his cot. He then looked at you. You began walking out.

“What if you stayed in my tent tonight?” He asked when you were halfway there. You turned back to him, and there was a smile on his face. He looked nervous, his leg moving up and down quickly.

“Are you sure?” You asked. “You don’t have to, I know it’s hard.”

“No, I can handle it. If we want this to work, we must fight through it, right? Please stay with me in my tent tonight.” He blushed at his phrasing, and began to babble, “Um, no, that was inappropriate. I did not mean it that way.”

“It’s okay, Hamilton. And I would love to stay in your tent tonight.” You winked at him, and he shook his head. You began walking over to an empty spot behind his cot, clearing it off.

“Y/N, I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor.”

“It’s fine, sleeping on the cot is like sleeping on the floor anyway.”

“Do the men in your time let woman sleep on the floor during a battle?”

“Well, it would be kind of hard to say, Hamilton. The soldiers fight overseas, and I don’t know any men or women in the army. So, maybe. I hope they treat each other equally. That’s how it should be. And you did make me sleep on the floor, don’t you remember?“ You teased, rolling out a blanket. You felt his hand on yours, and you looked at him. He gave you a smile.

"I do. And I also remember that I am a gentleman, and I’m not going to do that to you again. Now, go to sleep on the cot, or I’ll pick you up when you’re sleeping and put you there myself.” There was no joking in his tone, so you rolled your eyes, but listened.

You laid your body on the cot, pulling the cover up. It was freezing tonight, so you piled it over your head, only your mouth and nose showing. Hamilton laughed at your cocoon, and you peeked out. He went back to his desk, and began writing again. It took you a while to fall asleep, but soon enough, you were unconscious.


Hamilton’s tent opened, and he looked over, seeing Lafayette walk in. “Hamilton, have you seen-” His gaze flicked over to your sleeping figure. You were sleeping soundly. He smiled, looking back at Hamilton. “Ahh, so you have made up? Are you courting?”

Hamilton laughed, shaking his head. “No, we are not, Lafayette. In fact, I asked her to come and sleep in here. I wanted to get to know her more. She’s a very interesting person.” Hamilton smiled to himself, sipping his quill in the ink. Lafayette nodded slowly.

“So you like her?”

“Not necessarily. More like fascinated. She’s from the future, Laf. We can learn so much about it-”

“Mon ami, I believe that you are missing the big point. Have you forgotten about the curse? Have you forgotten about us being reincarnated? This is no joke, Hamilton. We need to figure this out.”

“Lafayette-”

“No, do not try to explain to me about the future. We need to get her home, the future does not matter. If we do not figure this out, we will be in the future. We will be stuck like this.” He looked over at you, making sure you were sleeping. “Y/N loves you, mon ami. She has not given up on you yet. But if you continue to treat her like this, she will. And remember, Mulligan is waiting for you to do so,” he hinted, “I will be gone, then.” He nodded at Hamilton once, then walked out the tent.

Hamilton stopped writing, and glanced over at you. There was something about you, something that he thought he finally figured out. But as Lafayette’s words drifted through his head, he grew uncertain.

Did he actually hate you? You moved a little, and Hamilton jumped, hoping you did not hear what he said. He then remembered that it was all in his head, and he was being ridiculous. You grew silent again, the only noise being your breaths.

He chuckled, admiring you. He placed his hand under his chin, watching the cocoon move up and down. He soon grew tired of writing, so he blew out the candle, and walked over to the blanket on the ground. You were still shivering, so he gave his last blanket to you, laying on the hate ground. He did not know how he felt about you, but one thing was certain:

He did not want to imagine his life without you in it.


You woke up quickly, hearing a loud boom sound. You turned to Hamilton, and he was already up, throwing his jacket on. He looked at you. “We’re being ambushed, I need to go.” He grabbed his musket from the table and began marching towards the entrance.

“Alexander!”

“Yes?” he asked, turning around. You gestured around you.

“What do I do?” He widened his eyes, then slapped his forehead.

“Oh no…” He glanced you over once, then grabbed your hand, pulling you Lafayette’s and Laurens’s tent. He looked around for something, then grabbed a uniform. He gave you it, and you stared, confused. “Put on the uniform, and hide behind the paper wall. Do not move, Y/N. Do not do anything until you hear from one of us, okay? This is no joke, one of those red coats could come and…” He trailed off, staring into the distance. He blinked, looking back at you. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good. See you soon.”

“Alexander?”

“Yes?” He said, anxious. There was excitement in his eyes, like he was ready to fight.

“Be careful, and don’t do anything stupid. I need you.” His eyes grew wide, and a smile tugged at his lips. Before he could say more, a loud horn rang out. He gave you one last look, before leaving you behind.


You followed his orders, making sure that you stayed silent. You heard gunshots and screams outside, and a part of you wanted to run away from all the chaos. But you stayed, hiding behind the wood. You heard the tent flaps open. You were about to climb from under the cot and greet your friend, but recalled what Alex said.

You stayed silent, listening.

“This is better than my cots, lads. Look at the embroidered quilt. Does a woman live in here?” The man joked. You immediately knew that this was no one you were familiar with.

There was nothing you could do. Your friends were probably somewhere on the battlefield, far away from this tent. You were visibly shaking, not knowing what to do. If you stayed there, there was a high chance of you getting caught. But if you ran out, they would definitely see you.

You decided to stay.

“You know these colonials, they are always comforting each other.” Another joked. Okay, only two, you could get out of there if something happens.

“Lads, we are here for supplies. Stop chatting and get to your job.” Three. There were three men.

Shit.

You grabbed the nearest thing that looked like a weapon, and pulled it close to you. It was a short, broken stick.

Perfect.

The partition was pulled back quickly, and you held up the short stick, looking at the man standing in front of you. He was wearing a red coat, blood dripping from it. You were terrified, but you didn’t want him to see that. He snickered, crossing his arms against his chest. “Look at this, lads, a woman-“ You kicked him in the balls, and he groaned, crumbling over. You leaped off the cot, running towards the entrance. Before you could, another man stuck his leg out, causing you to trip and fall onto the ground.

You face hit the ground, and you felt blood seep out of a wound. You tried crawling up, but a foot landed on your back. You hissed, knowing that the hit would leave a bruise.

“What do we have here? What are ya, a woman soldier?” One asked, peering down at you. You spat in his face, and he laughed, wiping it off. “Ha, she’s a feisty one, eh?”

“That means she’s gonna be fun.” Another said, pulling on your uniform. You tried kicking and moving around, but they grabbed your arms and legs, holding you down.

“Stop! Leave me alone!” You cried, and they just laughed, continuing to pull at your clothes.

“You know, I haven’t seen a lady in a while. And you don’t look too bad.” He sneered, and you cried, trying your best way possible to escape. But it was to no avail.

Before he could take off any more of your clothes, you heard a gunshot. The man that was tearing off your clothes was pushed back by the bullet, the shot landing in his chest. His blood splattered on you, and you gasped. You looked up, and Hamilton was standing there, holding his musket in his hand.

“Get off of her, or I’ll kill you too.” He said, holding out a smaller gun in his hand. The men let go of you, holding up their hands in surrender. You scrambled off the ground, going right next to Hamilton. He pointed his gun at them, walking out slowly. Once he was a distance away from the tent, he sighed, looking down at you.

“Y/N, are you okay? Did they do anything to you?” He touched your face, concern in his eyes. You were speechless.

He didn’t look like he hated you. He was worried, scanning your body. He looked at the cu on your face, and sighed, shaking his head. Tears gathered in his eyes, and he pulled you close to him. Your back still ached, so you groaned, and he let you go quickly.

“I’m so sorry, I should have never left you there alone. This would have never happened if I thought of a better plan. It took all of me not to go back there and kill the other two. I really wanted to, but I had to make sure you’re okay. Y/N, are you okay? You haven’t said anything. I need to know that you are fine.” He looked at you, the tears finally falling. You laughed, staring up at him. He was puzzled, his eyes searching yours. You wiped the tears off his cheek, a smile on your face.

“I’m, I’m okay. Are you?” You looked at the fresh blood on his uniform. “Are you wounded? Where are the others? Are they okay?” You asked, looking around. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you lightly this time. You closed your eyes, listening to the fast pace of his heartbeat.

There were still gunshots and screaming going on, but the two of you were in your own bubble, ignoring the outside world.

“I love you…” He whispered into your ear. “I love you, Y/N, and I am sorry I did not realize it before. I’m sorry for treating you so horribly, I’m sorry I called you all those names, I’m sorry I wanted to hurt you. I never want to feel like that again, I-“

You silenced him by pressing your lips against his. He froze against your lips, and your heart dropped. You quickly moved away from him, your heart beating faster. “Oh no, I just thought it would be a good idea. I mean, you were ranting and I just-“

“You kissed me.” He said, looking down at you. There was a deep blush on his face. “You kissed me.” He repeated, like he was waiting for me to answer. You nodded.

“Yes.” You replied, your nerves still getting the best of you. He ran his hands through his hair.

“You like me, Y/N? After everything I’ve done, you still like me?” He said, his voice shaking.

I love you, Alexander. I told you I did, and I still do. I wasn’t going to give up on you.” You said simply, and he laughed, looking at you again.

“Can I kiss you?” He said, putting his hands on either side of your face. He touched your cut, but you ignored it, nodding. He pressed his lips against yours, his tongue scattering across your lips. You wrapped your hands around his head.

As you pulled your face away from his, you felt a sharp pain on your spine. You gasped, your hands becoming limp. Hamilton looked down at you, holding your body up. You blinked slowly, feeling the pain course through your body. You looked at Hamilton, his face in shock. You could barely think, closing your eyes.

“I, I think I’m shot.” You said, touching your back. You opened your eyes a little, looking at the blood stained on your fingers. “Alexander…” You choked out, fluttering your lids.

“Y/N, Y/N! No!” He laid you down on the ground. You touched his arm lightly, trying hard to open your eyes. Once you were barely able to see him, you smiled.

“Take your time, I’ll see you on the other side.”


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