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After All Those Years (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

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Pairing: Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Modern!AU

Prompt: Bear Hug

A/N: This is Day 10 of the 31-Day Writing Challenge! I will be posting one fic, each based off the day’s prompt, every day in July! These fics will be a little shorter than normal, as most prompts only lend themselves to one scene. Without further ado, enjoy!

It had been years since you had seen the gang. You had all been so close back in college, but after you transferred to another school everything slowly seemed to fall apart.

Finally, you had an opportunity to reunite. Alexander was getting married to a girl named Eliza, and you were invited along with the others.

You were very excited. Not only to see your old friends, but to see Alex get married. You used to tease him relentlessly about how he was a ladies’ man who would never dream of settling down; apparently you were wrong.

“Y/N! Ma cherie!” Cried a familiar voice. You turned, seeing your old friend Lafayette.

“Frenchie!” You cried in response, happy to see your pal again. “It had been so long!”

“Too long,” said John Laurens with a wide smile.

“John!” You cried again, still beaming. You had forgotten just how much you loved these guys.

“But where’s-” You began, only to be cut off by your own gasp as you felt two strong arms around your back.

“Y/N!” said a deep voice behind you, and you recognized it right away.

“Hercules!” You said with a giggle, “put me down!” In response he only squeezed you harder. Eventually he sat you down, all of you continuing to laugh and enjoy seeing each other again. 

“I assume Alex is already getting dressed?” You asked, earning a chorus of ‘yea’s and head nods from the group. As a bridesmaid, you quickly changed with the other girls and found your spot in the procession.

“Dang Herc, you clean up nice!” You teased the groomsman who you had been paired up with. It was true; you did really like the way he looked in a tux. You had always found Hercules attractive, but the years had certainly been kind to him.

“And you look as beautiful as ever,” he replied with a sad chuckle and a genuine smile. It confused you, but you had little time to dwell on it as the music started and the procession began. 

The ceremony was beautiful. You wish you could have said that you didn’t take your eyes off the bride and groom once, but that would have been a lie. You did sneak glances at Hercules time to time, and thankfully for you he never caught on.

You rode to the reception with the other bridesmaids, gushing about how beautiful everything was.

Finally arriving at the venue, you made your way over to Alexander and his bride.

“Congratulations!” You squealed, pulling him into a hug. “Congratulations to you too,” you said as you pulled Eliza into a hug as well. “You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.”

She blushed, responding with a quiet thank you and a kind smile. You knew that she had a gentle soul, and you already loved her.

You found your way to your table, sitting with John, Laf, and Hercules. Throughout the night, the others at your table began to migrate either to other tables or the dance floor. They left you and Hercules alone, but you didn’t mind. If anything, you were grateful for the time with him, joking and laughing like you used to. It somehow made you miss him more, even though he was right beside you.

“Hey Y/N?” He said, suddenly sounding nervous.

“Yea, Herc?” You said, sounding concerned at his sudden change of demeanor.

“It’s just that,” he said with a sigh, “you look so beautiful tonight. You always do. The guys have told me for years that I should tell you how I feel about you, but I missed my chance when you moved away to a different college all those years ago. I’m not missing that chance again. Y/N, I really like you. More than just thinking you’re beautiful. If you’d allow it, I would really like to take you out on a date sometime.”

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding, breaking out into a grin. 

“Of course, Hercules,” you said with a wide smile, “I would love that. I happen to like you as well.” You ended your sentence with a giggle, making Hercules smile. He pulled you into another bear hug, holding you tight. You relaxed into him, wrapping your arms around him as well. He smelled so good, and you could have been content in his large arms forever.

“I can’t believe you still feel this way after all those years,” you muttered happily.

“Of course I do,” he responded. “After all those years, you are still the same beautiful, kind, and intelligent woman that I fell in love with in the first place.”

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My little acorn (Tweethearts. Oak x Steph)

{A/N: so my babe and wife @imagineham was feeling low so this is for her, I love her and this is just so beautiful…also the name I chose is a traditional Nigerian and aboriginal Australian mash up. Amadia means lightning spirit and camira means of the wind…Amadia is Nigerian and Camira is aboriginal. so enjoy my loves…and Steph I love you, you are perfect…and I hope you enjoy..}

Oak:

so…we found out why @stephcutting has been sick lately say hello to the oak sapling

Steph: @oaksmash has not stopped talking to my stomach…. *video of Steph laying down while oak is talking to her stomach ‘hi…I’m your daddy…my little acorn’* 

Oak: @stephcutting I’m gonna be a dad…they need to know my voice…

Steph: @oaksmash they don’t even have ears yet…

Oak: @stephcutting but they will!

*3 months in*

Steph: update! our little one is the size of a bell pepper.

*4 months in*

Oak: Finding out the gender today…oh boy! *photo of oak and Steph in the doctor waiting room*

Oak: I’M HAVING A GIRL! all you boys better be warned…papa oak don’t play nice with boys who want to be with his little girl.

Steph:  @oaksmash stop treating the boys who aren’t born yet!

*next update* Oak: She is beautiful….shes..wow

Steph: @oaksmash she’s amazing already..she kicks when you sing to her…

Oak: @stephcutting and now I am crying…

Steph: he was not kidding *video of oak singing ‘dear theodosia’ to steps stomach sniffling slightly*

*last update* Oak: DON’T PANIC! BABY OAK TREE IS A GO! 

Steph: @oaksmash stop panicking! 

Oak: Labor for 4 hours and Steph is screaming for drugs.. *photo of Steph flipping off the camera* 

Steph: To the woman of the past who did this without drugs…you are the true super women…I bow down to you…but fuck that gimme the drugs!

Oak: She’s here…she’s beautiful…say hello to Amadia Camira Onaodowan…lightning spirt of the wind…

Steph: First thing @oaksmash did was raise her in the air and sing the lion king song…

Oak: @stephcutting is asleep…she worked so hard…goodnight from the now three Onaodawan’s…sleep well… *photo of oak holding amadia with Steph asleep behind him*

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Wolf boy and bite girl (tweethearts AU! Oak x steph)

{A/N *10 shrug gifs in a row* i had an idea and this is it…steph the vamp and oak the werewolf…enjoy @imagineham this was the idea i had….}

Oak: Vampire beach day….she took 30 minutes to get ready…. *photo of steph in full cover, glaring from under an umbrella.*

Steph: @oaksmash hey! Werewolves are fine in the sun, i could die….again! I don’t need a repeat of last time!

Oak: @stephcutting babe…i said i was sorry…

Steph: @oaksmash lets go wolf boy.

August 12th

Oak: Dinner time *photo of steph smiling fangs out holding up a glass of deep red liquid, thumbs up*

Steph: Can’t eat what @oaksmash eats but i can cook it like no ones business! *photo of oak holding up a plate of various meats tongue out*

*later that night*

Oak: You always ask if @stephcutting sleeps in a coffin or me in a bed… *photo of a big victorian bed, steph star fished in the middle*

Steph: Yes i sleep when @oaksmash sleeps, just not as long…or on full moons…

Oak: I’m in the woods by our house…on full mood..why…@stephcutting makes me cause i broke the room last time…

Steph: @oaksmash i had to repaint, rebuild and rebuy every thing we had in study!

@oaksmash you ruined a first edition book! That is older then your ancestors ancestors!

Oak: @stephcutting i love you..babe… *photo of oak making puppy eyes*

Steph: @oaksmash damn it…i can’t stay mad at my big ol’ puppy dog..

Steph: The tales were bullshit…this werewolf is my best friend…and my everything….i love him…forever *photo of oak curled up on steph’s lap her hand running over his back*

Oak: Vamps aren’t our number one enemies…this one is my one true love..my heart…my soul *photo of steph smiling at oak fangs showing as she laughs*

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Coffee Cups and Leather Jackets pt. 7

Hamilton Modern Au Hamilsquad x Reader Thomas Jefferson x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7

Summary: After finally getting away from ‘The King’, You decide that maybe it’s time you talk to Jefferson about his own interests in you. Meanwhile, the Hamilsquad decide to come up with a plan to get Y/N at The Blue Coats. Washington confronts them.

          You had been sitting through dinner with these three imbeciles for about an hour and a half, and you could feel your self-control slipping. Within that hour and a half, all Sam, Charles, and George had discussed a range of things from how the school should stop accepting lower classmen as they only tarnish its ivy league reputation, to insulting the Hamilsquad, to simply talking about their classes. Throughout these discussions, George’s hand seemed to be restless on your skin. It went from your shoulder, to hand, to your knee, before finally resting on your thigh. You didn’t like his touch, but you played along. 

“What I don’t understand is why, despite being the smartest and most powerful man in the school, we’re still not liked by the student body. Hamilton humiliated me in front of the entire student body when I was giving my proclamation on how the student body should be behaving and how we should be treated. He called me a dog!” Samuel whined putting his head on the table. 

You sighed, growing tired of being submissive, and turned to him. “Do yo-you ever think th-that m-m-maybe it’s for that very reason that pep-uh-people disrespect yo-you?” They all went quiet and looked at you. You shrunk back into George’s chest shyly. “I-I-I mean, p-people don’t like, um, like being t-to-told what t-t-to do. People like the H-Hamilsquad believe in f-freed-dom, and th-that people should be a-b-ble to be them s-s-selves n-no matter who th-they are or wh-where they come f-from. So of c-course it’s going t-t-to upset th-them if you outright oppose them. Inst-stead of working against their be-believes, you n-need to allow them t-to pr-prove themselves wrong. Th-then provide th-them the resources to see th-things yo-your way. “

Charles rose a suspicious eyebrow at you. “Are you saying that our King is wrong? He is never wr-”

“Oh do shut up, Charles.” George cut him off as he stared ahead thoughtfully. “ So you’re saying I should let them go, have their independence, and let them realize just how much they truly need me when their alone and complaining of their own?” You nodded, and he hummed in agreement as he smiled down at you. “I suppose that is what happened to you, isn’t it? I gave you a little more space than usual, and next thing I know, you’ve come to senses about those scum and now your here with me.”

Huh. You hadn’t thought about it that way. You, of course, knew that wasn’t the case, but simply nuzzled deeper against his chest. You could practically feel him grin as he began to run his fingers through your hair. 

“Y/N has a point, boys. This strategy would take much less time and energy and we wouldn’t have to use our sources through the school as much.” You slightly narrowed your eyebrows at this but said nothing. George brought his fingers under your chin and smiled at you. “I always knew you would be of great value to us, Y/N. You’ve only been part of the group for a day and already your slipping into your role by my side.”

A chill ran down your spine at his words. You didn’t like his tone or the way he was looking at you right now. You needed to end this. 

You smiled up at him. “Thank you, my King, it’s good to know that at least someone appreciates me.” You then let out a subtle yawn and glanced down at your watch. “However, as wonderful as this day with you has been, I’m exhausted and-”

George sighed and chuckled. “Of course, I completely forgot. You have English with Mr. Green tomorrow at 8pm.” You felt your blood go cold slightly. He knew your schedule, apparently, he knew your history, and he no doubt had more knowledge on you as well. This means that this man knows more about you than anyone except your family. You didn’t like this. George seemed to pick up on your confused fear and ruffled your hair. “Don’t look like that, it wasn’t too hard to find out your schedule. Just a matter of pulling a few strings within the administration’s office. Your information is safe with me.” He snapped his fingers and signaled for everyone to rise. “Come on, we’re taking Y/N back to their dorm. They have a midterm to study for.” The more he talked the less at ease you felt. 

He wrapped an arm around your waist as you were leaving. “You know, if you need help, Samuel is majoring in English. I mean, not that your grades are slacking, they’re stellar actually. But Samuel is our communications and English expert, I handle all the business and sciences and Charles…” He paused for a moment before sighing. “Well Charles is trying his best, but he’s loyal; I’ll give him that.”

After that, they did as promised. George got the driver to bring them to your dorm and kissed your hand before you left. “We’ll save you a seat at our table at lunch, Darling. Be sure to be there.” His words were final and left no room for you to say otherwise. He then flashed you a bright smile and waved as the car pulled away. 

The moment it was out of your sight you let out a huge breath as all tension left your body. “Well, that was fucked up.” You mumbled under your breath as you entered your dorm. 

As you entered the comfort of your bedroom, you reflected on the past week or so.

You finally confronted your shitty friends on their shitty behavior and dumped their asses

You met Jefferson and his friends on the same day. Which, to be honest, it was kind of creepy, but you were too sad and lonely to notice at the time.

And finally, you just went on the equivalent of a date with your long term stalker as per Jefferson’s request and am now scared to leave your dorm lest you be followed by his perverted ass. 

When had your life become so dramatic? When had you allowed it to become this? 

The image of a magenta leather jacket flashed in your mind.  Jefferson. Looking back on your first interaction with him, it all seemed staged. There were similarities between how he treated you at that moment and how George treated you when you pretended to be in that same situation. They both desired to manipulate your pain to get what they wanted. They both seemed to have extensive knowledge about you, George more so than Jefferson. 

Was it possible that Jefferson was hiding things from you? Aaron had briefly mentioned that he had been obsessed with you at some point. 

But why? What so interesting about quiet little Y/N? Why did both Jefferson and George, arguably two of the most powerful students on campus, deem you worthy of their attention?

Just thinking about all of it gave you a headache. You’d deal with it tomorrow, for now, you had to sleep. George was right about one thing, you had class in the morning and if you didn’t want to be a sleep-deprived zombie you had to go to bed now. 

You curled up under the covers and allowed sleep to overcome you.

***

At the same time, across town, the Hamilsquad was entering The Blue Coats.

They were exhausted. Ever since they had seen Jefferson and Y/N at the cafe a couple days ago, they had been working non-stop to come up with a plan to get them back. However, nothing seemed to be good enough. 

Laurens plopped himself onto the nearest bar stool and slumped his head against the counter. “What are we going to do?” He groaned.

Alex scoffed and joined him. “There’s not much we can do with Jefferson spewing non-sense in their ear.”

Herc shook his head as he took his seat. “No there’s got to be away. I mean she just met Jefferson. She’s known us for over a year and a half. Yeah, we fucked up, but the fact of the matter is that she knows us.” 

They all turned to Laf as he silently sat down staring intently at the counter. Alexander rose an eyebrow at his behavior when suddenly he was hit with an idea.

“What! Laf is friends with Jefferson. He can get inside information for us.” 

The Frenchman sighed and looked up. “I do know him, but we’re not quite friends. More like he did me a favor once and now I owe him once.” He narrowed his eyebrows as he turned to them. “What confuses me is Jefferson never does anything without a reason. Everything is planned out and done with precision. So what does he want from Y/N?”

As they asked themselves this question, Washington appeared from the back and seemed to relax at their present. “Ah, boys! I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”

Hercules smiled at him. “G. Wash! What’s up? It has been a while since we’ve last been in.”

Washington batted off the welcome and looked at the with an air of authority and seriousness. “Can any of you contact Y/N? They were here earlier tonight with some…questionable company and didn’t seem entirely at ease. I want to make sure that they’re okay.”

The boys glanced at each other as Alex let out another groan of frustration. “I know! They’ve been hanging out with that no good Thomas Jefferson and-”

Washington frowned at his words. “They weren’t with Jefferson. Although that makes me worry even more. I trust that man about as far as I can throw. But no, they were here with that nasty little shit George and his posse. I offered them an angel shot, but they denied it. The whole thing just felt off.”

The entire Hamilsquad felt their blood run cold. Y/N hated George. He was a stalker, creepy, and possessive. He had been trying to get his grimy little hands on them since the moment he saw them. They had always been there to protect them though, always there to stop it. 

Why would they go out with George willingly? Why would they put themselves in danger like that?

“Oh Y/N,” John whimpered out. “What have you gotten yourself into?”

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The Whole Cast Can Tell

Request: Hi can you please do one with Oak Maybe both of them have a huge crush on each other and they’re both to shy to tell the other how they feel The entire cast goes out to a bar or something and Oak sees someone hitting on her and gets jealous

A/N: haven’t proofread! and wowow this is long bc i love oak so much

Pairing: Oak Onaodowan x Reader

It made you feel jealous and most definitely stupid watching Oak talk to the other female cast members over Pippa’s shoulder discreetly.

There was strictly nothing going on between you and him which made you feel more ridiculous about getting jealous but you couldn’t help it. You’ve had the biggest crush on him ever since you got in Hamilton.

Scratch that: You’ve had the biggest crush on Oak the moment he appeared the first time you’ve seen Hamilton which led to your determination of getting in the show.

You never really had the courage to strike a conversation with him though which brought curiosity to other cast members because you were loud and outgoing and you always seemed to be talking to everyone except him. The only times you actually had no choice but to talk to him was when he talked to you first.

But you weren’t as rowdy like you were to others. You’d soften your voice. You’d stop bouncing around and laugh a little softer unless something hilarious came up. Your loud laughter always made you anxious around the people you liked.

“Will you stop that?” Pippa said a little irritatingly but she was smiling when you looked at her.

“Stop what?” You asked, confused.

“Stop ignoring me because you’re looking over at Oak.” She laughed and almost instantly, your cheeks flushed red.

“What? I’m not-”

“Oh c'mon, Y/N, it’s obvious that you like him. The whole cast can tell, except him of course.” She smiled. “You should tell him.”

I shook my head. “No way.”

“Why not?”

“Well, we’re not close so I doubt he’d like me back and.. If he really doesn’t, I don’t want everything to get all awkward with him.” Pippa rolled her eyes at this but laughed it off.

“Awkward with who?” Oak was passing by and stopped at the sight of both of you. Your heart stopped. Did he hear anything else?

“No one. No one.” You panicked, voice even cracking a little but hoping he didn’t notice. Pippa did, though, and she laughed.

“Okay then.” He laughed. God, you loved his laugh. “I’ll see you girls later.” Then he walked off.

“What the hell was that, Y/N?” Pippa started laughing even more.

“Shut up.” You sighed. You felt ridiculous for being so flustered because he talked to you, and when your hands brushed when he walked past you.

—

“So when are you going to tell her, Oak?” Daveed pestered him once they were alone at his room, away from everyone else.

“Tell who what?” Oak played dumb as he changed his clothes.

“Y/N, duh.” Daveed rolled his eyes. “The whole cast practically knows you’re so into her. Well, except her.”

“What do you mean?” Oak’s heart raced fast. He tried so hard to keep his feelings under check that it wouldn’t show whenever he looked at you.

“Are you serious? You keep looking at her like you’re one of those high school guys in those movies, looking at the girl you like so longingly.” Daveed laughed. “You can’t keep your eyes off of her even on stage, man.”

Oak stayed silent for awhile then took a deep breath. He slowly whispered, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yup.”

“Fuck.”

“You should tell her.”

“I-.. I can’t.”

“Why?”

Oak stayed silent and started pretending to fix his hair in front of the mirror which looked ridiculous.

“Are you shy?” Anthony came into the room and teased. It looked like he was eavesdropping the whole time.

Oak still didn’t say anything.

“Holy shit he is!” Anthony screamed and Oak glared at him. “She got you bad, brotha.”

“She’s just amazing, okay? We’re not close and that makes it harder to tell her since I don’t want to ruin whatever little friendship we have.” He sighed. Daveed and Anthony exchanged knowing looks.

—

That same night, the whole cast decided to go to a bar to relax and have fun like they would every other week at different places. Different places meaning different bars.

Everyone had been getting drunk off their asses except you and a few other people since someone had to be sober to send someone home. You were taking a break from them screaming at each other and laughing loudly drunkenly. (namely Lin, Daveed and Jazzy).

You sat at the bar by yourself, watching your friends from a distance and sighing. You might need to take a few of them home in a while.

“What’s a pretty lady like you doing at the bar alone?” A somewhat drunk guy moved to a seat next to you, smirking.

“I’m with some friends.” You said, coldly.

“I don’t see them.” He chuckled, moving his seat a little closer to yours. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“That would be nice.” You smiled and felt ridiculous being happy about the reference you made but of course he wouldn’t get it. And a little flirting wouldn’t hurt.

He laughed and ordered drinks you couldn’t quite hear because of the music but you didn’t mind.

“So,” the man said, resting his hand on your thigh. “Name?”

“You have to find out yourself.” You smiled as the bartender placed your drinks in front of you; a martini. You took a quick sip.

“Fine, then.” He laughed, taking a sip of his own as his hand moved up closer to your core. “We should dance.”

“We shou-” Before you could finish, you felt another hand slap the guy’s hand off your thigh. You turned around to see Oak, angered.

“Hands off.” He said.

“Oak, what are you doing?” You panicked a little but he completely ignored you.

“What’s the big idea man? Mind your own business.” The guy stood up from his seat, yelling at him.

“You should go.” Oak said. You’ve never seen him this angry before. “Y/N, you’re going home.”

“Oak-”

“Or what?” The guy said.

“Or this.” Oak yelled, throwing a punch that caused the guy to fall, hitting a few people and causing a few chairs to fall down.

“Oak, what the hell?!” You screamed, standing up from your seat and hurriedly pulling him outside the bar before the guy stood up and started a horrid fight.

“What the hell was that?!” You screamed at him.

“What the hell were YOU doing?!” He screamed back. “That guy could’ve put a drug in your drink or something! He was also at your thigh, Y/N! You’re a lady for fuck’s sake, don’t you have any respect for yourself?!”

You slapped him.

“Y/N, that’s not what I mean-”

“Then what, Oak? You have no control over the people I talk to and flirt with! Why did you punch him? Why did you do that?! We’re barely even friends!”

As soon as the words slipped out of your mouth, you’ve never wanted to take something back so badly. She could practically see how hurt Oak was and she wasn’t seeing things. Her words stung Oak, you could practically hear a part of him breaking.

“Oak, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that-”

“No, it’s okay.” He sighed. “You’re right. I just..”

“Just what?” You asked, slowly.

Oak took a deep breath, his heart was beating fast. This was not he planned on saying it. “I just got jealous, okay? I like you, Y/N.”

“Oak..”

“I’m not a violent person but when he held you and you didn’t mind, I got so irritated.” He was practically rambling already which you found extremely cute and it calmed you down. “I like you. I like you. You’re an amazingly talented person and I want to kind of hide myself whenever I see you but I don’t because I want to find an excuse to talk to you every goddamn time.”

You laughed a little.

Oak was stalling, he didn’t prepare himself for what your answer might be. “Did I just say that? Yes I did. Y/N I-”

You cut him off by practically charging yourself against him, wrapping your arms around him as you tip toed and kissed him on the lips. He was quick to respond as he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you impossibly closer to him.

“I like you too.” You said then corrected yourself, “I love you.”

Oak smiled and pecked you on the lips before saying, “I love you too, Y/N.”

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hey guys please don’t ever forget about this because i think about it at least once a day

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It’s official. Alex is weird and I Love It

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Beetlejuice | June 29, 2019

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I like this scene where Charles Deetz wants to make business deal with bj

This is from the beetlejuice play

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My favorite part of this scene is when BJ *lifts Charles up by the front of his shirt* and throws him out the door

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MY MASTERLIST

Beetlejuice x Reader 

Beej x Easily flustered s/o

Beej playing horror video games with s/o

Beej x Shy & anxious s/o 

Hair color changing Beej - Part 1 - Green & Pink Beej 

Beej comforting sad s/o 

Beej being possessive 

Calling Beej ‘Lawrence’ for the first time (short drabble)

My protection 

Mirroring (comforting Beej)

Dewey Finn x Reader

Teacher’s Pet - Part 1 

Teacher’s Pet - Part 2

Dewey serenading you at 2AM (short drabble)

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After All Those Years (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

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Pairing: Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Modern!AU

Prompt: Bear Hug

A/N: This is Day 10 of the 31-Day Writing Challenge! I will be posting one fic, each based off the day’s prompt, every day in July! These fics will be a little shorter than normal, as most prompts only lend themselves to one scene. Without further ado, enjoy!

It had been years since you had seen the gang. You had all been so close back in college, but after you transferred to another school everything slowly seemed to fall apart.

Finally, you had an opportunity to reunite. Alexander was getting married to a girl named Eliza, and you were invited along with the others.

You were very excited. Not only to see your old friends, but to see Alex get married. You used to tease him relentlessly about how he was a ladies’ man who would never dream of settling down; apparently you were wrong.

“Y/N! Ma cherie!” Cried a familiar voice. You turned, seeing your old friend Lafayette.

“Frenchie!” You cried in response, happy to see your pal again. “It had been so long!”

“Too long,” said John Laurens with a wide smile.

“John!” You cried again, still beaming. You had forgotten just how much you loved these guys.

“But where’s-” You began, only to be cut off by your own gasp as you felt two strong arms around your back.

“Y/N!” said a deep voice behind you, and you recognized it right away.

“Hercules!” You said with a giggle, “put me down!” In response he only squeezed you harder. Eventually he sat you down, all of you continuing to laugh and enjoy seeing each other again. 

“I assume Alex is already getting dressed?” You asked, earning a chorus of ‘yea’s and head nods from the group. As a bridesmaid, you quickly changed with the other girls and found your spot in the procession.

“Dang Herc, you clean up nice!” You teased the groomsman who you had been paired up with. It was true; you did really like the way he looked in a tux. You had always found Hercules attractive, but the years had certainly been kind to him.

“And you look as beautiful as ever,” he replied with a sad chuckle and a genuine smile. It confused you, but you had little time to dwell on it as the music started and the procession began. 

The ceremony was beautiful. You wish you could have said that you didn’t take your eyes off the bride and groom once, but that would have been a lie. You did sneak glances at Hercules time to time, and thankfully for you he never caught on.

You rode to the reception with the other bridesmaids, gushing about how beautiful everything was.

Finally arriving at the venue, you made your way over to Alexander and his bride.

“Congratulations!” You squealed, pulling him into a hug. “Congratulations to you too,” you said as you pulled Eliza into a hug as well. “You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.”

She blushed, responding with a quiet thank you and a kind smile. You knew that she had a gentle soul, and you already loved her.

You found your way to your table, sitting with John, Laf, and Hercules. Throughout the night, the others at your table began to migrate either to other tables or the dance floor. They left you and Hercules alone, but you didn’t mind. If anything, you were grateful for the time with him, joking and laughing like you used to. It somehow made you miss him more, even though he was right beside you.

“Hey Y/N?” He said, suddenly sounding nervous.

“Yea, Herc?” You said, sounding concerned at his sudden change of demeanor.

“It’s just that,” he said with a sigh, “you look so beautiful tonight. You always do. The guys have told me for years that I should tell you how I feel about you, but I missed my chance when you moved away to a different college all those years ago. I’m not missing that chance again. Y/N, I really like you. More than just thinking you’re beautiful. If you’d allow it, I would really like to take you out on a date sometime.”

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding, breaking out into a grin. 

“Of course, Hercules,” you said with a wide smile, “I would love that. I happen to like you as well.” You ended your sentence with a giggle, making Hercules smile. He pulled you into another bear hug, holding you tight. You relaxed into him, wrapping your arms around him as well. He smelled so good, and you could have been content in his large arms forever.

“I can’t believe you still feel this way after all those years,” you muttered happily.

“Of course I do,” he responded. “After all those years, you are still the same beautiful, kind, and intelligent woman that I fell in love with in the first place.”

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After All Those Years (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

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Pairing: Hercules Mulligan x Reader

Word Count: 781

Warnings: Modern!AU

Prompt: Bear Hug

A/N: This is Day 10 of the 31-Day Writing Challenge! I will be posting one fic, each based off the day’s prompt, every day in July! These fics will be a little shorter than normal, as most prompts only lend themselves to one scene. Without further ado, enjoy!

It had been years since you had seen the gang. You had all been so close back in college, but after you transferred to another school everything slowly seemed to fall apart.

Finally, you had an opportunity to reunite. Alexander was getting married to a girl named Eliza, and you were invited along with the others.

You were very excited. Not only to see your old friends, but to see Alex get married. You used to tease him relentlessly about how he was a ladies’ man who would never dream of settling down; apparently you were wrong.

“Y/N! Ma cherie!” Cried a familiar voice. You turned, seeing your old friend Lafayette.

“Frenchie!” You cried in response, happy to see your pal again. “It had been so long!”

“Too long,” said John Laurens with a wide smile.

“John!” You cried again, still beaming. You had forgotten just how much you loved these guys.

“But where’s-” You began, only to be cut off by your own gasp as you felt two strong arms around your back.

“Y/N!” said a deep voice behind you, and you recognized it right away.

“Hercules!” You said with a giggle, “put me down!” In response he only squeezed you harder. Eventually he sat you down, all of you continuing to laugh and enjoy seeing each other again. 

“I assume Alex is already getting dressed?” You asked, earning a chorus of ‘yea’s and head nods from the group. As a bridesmaid, you quickly changed with the other girls and found your spot in the procession.

“Dang Herc, you clean up nice!” You teased the groomsman who you had been paired up with. It was true; you did really like the way he looked in a tux. You had always found Hercules attractive, but the years had certainly been kind to him.

“And you look as beautiful as ever,” he replied with a sad chuckle and a genuine smile. It confused you, but you had little time to dwell on it as the music started and the procession began. 

The ceremony was beautiful. You wish you could have said that you didn’t take your eyes off the bride and groom once, but that would have been a lie. You did sneak glances at Hercules time to time, and thankfully for you he never caught on.

You rode to the reception with the other bridesmaids, gushing about how beautiful everything was.

Finally arriving at the venue, you made your way over to Alexander and his bride.

“Congratulations!” You squealed, pulling him into a hug. “Congratulations to you too,” you said as you pulled Eliza into a hug as well. “You are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen.”

She blushed, responding with a quiet thank you and a kind smile. You knew that she had a gentle soul, and you already loved her.

You found your way to your table, sitting with John, Laf, and Hercules. Throughout the night, the others at your table began to migrate either to other tables or the dance floor. They left you and Hercules alone, but you didn’t mind. If anything, you were grateful for the time with him, joking and laughing like you used to. It somehow made you miss him more, even though he was right beside you.

“Hey Y/N?” He said, suddenly sounding nervous.

“Yea, Herc?” You said, sounding concerned at his sudden change of demeanor.

“It’s just that,” he said with a sigh, “you look so beautiful tonight. You always do. The guys have told me for years that I should tell you how I feel about you, but I missed my chance when you moved away to a different college all those years ago. I’m not missing that chance again. Y/N, I really like you. More than just thinking you’re beautiful. If you’d allow it, I would really like to take you out on a date sometime.”

You let out a breath that you hadn’t realized you were holding, breaking out into a grin. 

“Of course, Hercules,” you said with a wide smile, “I would love that. I happen to like you as well.” You ended your sentence with a giggle, making Hercules smile. He pulled you into another bear hug, holding you tight. You relaxed into him, wrapping your arms around him as well. He smelled so good, and you could have been content in his large arms forever.

“I can’t believe you still feel this way after all those years,” you muttered happily.

“Of course I do,” he responded. “After all those years, you are still the same beautiful, kind, and intelligent woman that I fell in love with in the first place.”

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Day Out

Sorta a crack ship but hamxmadxjeff x reader? The reader is upset that they all keep working so much but they’re all actually planning a day to spoil the reader (and can the reader use they/them pronouns please?

“I’M SO FUCKING BORED!” you groaned, slamming your head onto the kitchen table.

All day you had been sitting around the house, doing nothing. It had been like this for a while.

It was summer vacation, so you had no classes. You would work, but you’d also just had knee surgery, so you were stuck at home.

Your boyfriends, Alex, James, and Thomas, were all at work most of the day, not getting home till late. You weren’t able to do much around the house, so for the majority of the time you were just laying on the couch.

You’d watched all your recorded movies already, caught up on some shows, read a book or two and scrolled through all your social media. There was nothing else to do.

Even though you knew they cared, your boyfriends were just know where to be found. They’d ask you how your knee was once in a while and sometimes Alex would send you a meme he found on break he managed to find himself on, but that was the extent of contact you had with them.

You were bored, and annoyed. You’d think that with having such a big surgery that you would at least get a phone call now and then.

But no.

As you sat there on the couch, stewing in your anger you came to the conclusion and if you wanted something to do then you would have to find a way to get it yourself.

You grabbed your phone and texted the boys, telling them that you were tired of sitting around the house bored and alone so you were going to see if there was anyone willing to hang out with you for a few days.

Before you could even think about what friends would be willing to hang out you got a frantic text from Alex.

‘DO NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE!’

‘What the fuck?’ you thought to yourself. ‘They’re going to leave me alone all week and then demand that I not leave the house?’

Suddenly another text came through.

‘JUST TRUST ME WE’LL EXPLAIN WHEN WE GET THERE WE’RE LIKE THREE MINUTES AWAY!’

Now you were just confused. If they were three minutes away, that meant they had already been home when you sent that text. What were they planning?

Almost three minutes on the dot later Alex burst into the front hall with Thomas hot on his heels, and James slowly but anxiously following behind.

“What the hell is going on?” you asked as they tried to catch their breath.

“We… we wanted… holy shit I am out of shape,” Alex said. He took a deep breath before continuing. “We knew that you were tired of sitting at home so we decided that we would come home early today and take you out.”

“We wanted to take you out for the day. We even rented a wheelchair so that you don’t have to try walking. We have lunch reservations so let’s get going!” Thomas interrupted before picking you up and taking you to change into some nicer clothes.

As they fussed around you, you sat there and your heart relaxed. You’d thought that they’d forgotten about you, but in reality, you had some of the most caring boyfriends ever.

And you were totally, uterally in love with them.

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