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Request: Laf comforting the reader who is scared of heights at a carnival?
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Today was supposed to be a good day. The âHamilsquadâ as they dubbed themselves or your four friends, Alexander Hamilton (the namesake), John Laurens, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, or Lafayette for short, and Hercules Mulligan, had heard about a carnival coming into town and seemed hellbent on going. You, of course, agreed and caved to their pressure when the three of them had assured you that Laf was going. Your heart did a little flip just at the thought of him. God, Iâve got it bad. You thought helplessly. Lafayette had approached you in Freshman year of high school, inquiring about the whereabouts of his classes as he was an exchange student. From then on, you had introduced him to the others and quickly developed a deep relationship which eventually led to you falling for him. Hard.
â(Y/N)? Are you listening to me?â Alex asked with a huff and a cross of his arms over his chest.
You jumped at the sudden interruption and rapidly nodded your head in false reassurance. âWhat did I say then?â
Grinning at him, you shrugged innocently. âDo you honestly expect me to keep track of everything that comes out of your mouth, Alexander?â
A snort came from the driverâs seat as John glanced to the back seat in the rear view mirror. âSheâs got you there, bud.â
Alexander huffed and shifted in his seat, causing you to be pushed slighter closer to Laf than you really wanted to be. Currently, you were sandwiched in between Alex and Laf, an uncomfortable but also slightly pleasant position.
Just as you had started calming down from your mini heart attack that accompanied making contact with Lafayette, he wrapped a muscular arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. âYou looked uncomfortable,â He justified his actions with a wink.
Needless to say, you swore you could melt right into your seatbelt and puddle at his feet, ready to obey his every command. Who gave him the right to make you feel like this? It truly wasnât fair.
The car ride was filled with teasing remarks from the other boys, directed towards either you and Laf, or each other, it was usually the former, and your cheeks nearly burning off. âMake sure to buy her dinner first!â Hercules stated; an account that had particularly stuck with you.
Itâs not like it would happen anyways as you were almost positive Lafayette didnât reciprocate your feelings at all.
You all tumbled excitedly out of Johnâs car into the carnivalâs parking space, eager to begin. Your eyes sparkled with childish elation as you walked slightly ahead of the group, a cheerful skip in your step. âSo what do you guys want to do first? The rides? Games?â You suggested, turning around to face them as you walked.
âLetâs do the games first! I swear Iâll win a goldfish this year!â John said, determination lacing his voice.
âThatâs what you say every year and it still hasnât happened yet,â Alex snickered at Johnâs reaction to his accusation and high-fived Hercules.
Smiling, and laughing along with them, you realized Laf was oddly quiet. Usually, he would be the one teasing John, or at least contributing in some apparently hilarious way, judging from the reactions he always got. âIâve been roasting since the womb.â Itâs basically his catchphrase at this point.
Deciding to be the concerned one, you pushed your anxieties away and fell into step with him. âAre you okay, Laf?â
He looked slightly startled at your âsuddenâ appearance and interest. âO-oh yeah Iâm fine!â
Something was wrong. You donât think youâve ever heard Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette stutter a single word in his life, but here he was. That melting feeling returned as you realized he was stuttering, talking to you. Something oddly suspicious. No. He doesnât like you, (Y/N), and he never will.
Your inner turmoil was boiling at this point and you almost forgot to give Laf some sort of acknowledgment. However, just as you had opened your mouth, John had beaten it to you, as your group had arrived at the goldfish booth, his carnival obsession. Each year, John played but never won.You all had been going for four consecutive years at that. John had not given up. That means Iâve liked Laf for four years now too. No. Not like. Iâm in love with him. Iâm in love with Lafayette. You couldâve sworn you were going to faint. With your heartbeat suddenly palpating, you gripped the table for support, pretending to be intrigued and paying attention to Johnâs goldfish ping pong attempts. He had bounced it in one of the top cups when your cheeks had finally returned to a somewhat normal color. Wait, top cups? John had finally won!
Your problems were momentarily forgotten as you launched yourself at John, pulling him into a victorious hug. John lat out a loud laugh and twirled you around, before setting you down to retrieve his glorious prize, getting free odd looks from the stand operator as a bonus. In all the excitement, you had missed the ill, possibly jealous look Laf had plastered upon his face. He wasnât jealous of Johnâs Goldfish, that he was threatening to name Burr, he was jealous of that magnificent looking hug you had gifted John with. That sort of thing was supposed to be reserved for him only. What am I thinking? Itâs not like weâre dating. Although I wish we were⊠Laf dug his hands into his pockets, filled with thoughts of rejection.
The games passed by as you all participated in the classics such as darts and ring toss, still reveling in Johns Goldfish that he had officially named Sharkira, as he thought the name was completely and utterly ingenious. You begged to differ. However, the group had come to a standby at the ride area entrance, arguing over what to ride first. âWhat about that one?â You asked meekly, pointing to a kiddy ride.
They all burst out laughing at your ridiculous suggestion. You could only manage a nervous grin. Laf glanced at you worriedly, easily reading your expression. While he had laughed along with Alex, John, and Herc, he knew your fake smile from miles away. You were a terrible actor.
It had been decided that you would do a run through the haunted house to âget in the moodâ as Herc had put it. It was getting dark, and they had yet to turn on the night lights of the carnival, therefore surrounding the premises with an eery atmosphere. Needless to say you werenât too excited.
The five of you came stumbling out of the attraction with Alex, John, and Herc all huddled together mumbling and shaking slightly, and you were latched onto Laf (without having fully registered the consequences in your fear stricken mind). Lafayette was staring down at you, cuddled into his shoulder seeking comfort, with an awestricken expression. One of pure adoration. Of pure love.
After a ride on the Scrambler, the lights had been finally turned on, casting a whole new mood across the entire park. âI want to go on the Ferris Wheel!â John exclaimed, running off towards the large wheel.
You gulped at the sight of it and shrank back slightly. âMon minou, are you alright?â Laf inquired, shooting you a concerned look, that infiltrated you easily and took over your thoughts.
Does he actually care?
âIâm alright, just a little tired,â You lied, your mind drifting to what the French meant.
The Ferris Wheel is a living nightmare for you, with your deathly fear of heights after all. However, you couldnât and wouldnât bring down the cheerful atmosphere with your petty fears. As the employee was locking your seat bars into place (you had been placed with Laf of course and you had begun to consider the possibility of your friends conspiring against you) causing you to began to shake, anxiety flooding your mind. This, unfortunately, didnât go unnoticed by the worried man sitting next to you. He had never seen you look so⊠shaken. Scared. Laf crept his hand towards your and laced your trembling hands with large, warm ones.
The ride started moving with a loud groan and a frightened squeeze constricting his hand. âItâs okay (Y/N). Iâm here.â He reassured with a smile.
You nodded, feeling bad that he had to be stuck with you and your sweaty palms.
The Ferris wheel stopped at the top. It always did, and you were on the edge of a full-blown panic attack. Suddenly you felt a gentle hand pulling your chin towards the source. âLook at me. Iâm here. Just look at me.â
The carnival cast a colorful sheen over Lafayetteâs chiseled feature, radiating a mystical and ethereal aura. With the cool wind biting at your flushed cheeks, you gazed into the eyes of the object of your affections, longing to pull him in and kiss him senseless. The way he made you forget your current situation so easily and quickly was certainly something to behold and next thing you knew, you were leaning in. Feeling his warm breath disperse on your cheeks, you knew you couldnât wait any longer. Your lips met in a flurry of wonderful release and passion, him placing his hands on your cheeks, holding you close. You swear he could hear your rapid heartbeat as the two of you parted, gasping as if you had just run a marathon. âJust look at me.â
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Request: Laf comforting the reader who is scared of heights at a carnival?
Feedback is appreciated :)
Today was supposed to be a good day. The âHamilsquadâ as they dubbed themselves or your four friends, Alexander Hamilton (the namesake), John Laurens, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, or Lafayette for short, and Hercules Mulligan, had heard about a carnival coming into town and seemed hellbent on going. You, of course, agreed and caved to their pressure when the three of them had assured you that Laf was going. Your heart did a little flip just at the thought of him. God, Iâve got it bad. You thought helplessly. Lafayette had approached you in Freshman year of high school, inquiring about the whereabouts of his classes as he was an exchange student. From then on, you had introduced him to the others and quickly developed a deep relationship which eventually led to you falling for him. Hard.
â(Y/N)? Are you listening to me?â Alex asked with a huff and a cross of his arms over his chest.
You jumped at the sudden interruption and rapidly nodded your head in false reassurance. âWhat did I say then?â
Grinning at him, you shrugged innocently. âDo you honestly expect me to keep track of everything that comes out of your mouth, Alexander?â
A snort came from the driverâs seat as John glanced to the back seat in the rear view mirror. âSheâs got you there, bud.â
Alexander huffed and shifted in his seat, causing you to be pushed slighter closer to Laf than you really wanted to be. Currently, you were sandwiched in between Alex and Laf, an uncomfortable but also slightly pleasant position.
Just as you had started calming down from your mini heart attack that accompanied making contact with Lafayette, he wrapped a muscular arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his chest. âYou looked uncomfortable,â He justified his actions with a wink.
Needless to say, you swore you could melt right into your seatbelt and puddle at his feet, ready to obey his every command. Who gave him the right to make you feel like this? It truly wasnât fair.
The car ride was filled with teasing remarks from the other boys, directed towards either you and Laf, or each other, it was usually the former, and your cheeks nearly burning off. âMake sure to buy her dinner first!â Hercules stated; an account that had particularly stuck with you.
Itâs not like it would happen anyways as you were almost positive Lafayette didnât reciprocate your feelings at all.
You all tumbled excitedly out of Johnâs car into the carnivalâs parking space, eager to begin. Your eyes sparkled with childish elation as you walked slightly ahead of the group, a cheerful skip in your step. âSo what do you guys want to do first? The rides? Games?â You suggested, turning around to face them as you walked.
âLetâs do the games first! I swear Iâll win a goldfish this year!â John said, determination lacing his voice.
âThatâs what you say every year and it still hasnât happened yet,â Alex snickered at Johnâs reaction to his accusation and high-fived Hercules.
Smiling, and laughing along with them, you realized Laf was oddly quiet. Usually, he would be the one teasing John, or at least contributing in some apparently hilarious way, judging from the reactions he always got. âIâve been roasting since the womb.â Itâs basically his catchphrase at this point.
Deciding to be the concerned one, you pushed your anxieties away and fell into step with him. âAre you okay, Laf?â
He looked slightly startled at your âsuddenâ appearance and interest. âO-oh yeah Iâm fine!â
Something was wrong. You donât think youâve ever heard Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette stutter a single word in his life, but here he was. That melting feeling returned as you realized he was stuttering, talking to you. Something oddly suspicious. No. He doesnât like you, (Y/N), and he never will.
Your inner turmoil was boiling at this point and you almost forgot to give Laf some sort of acknowledgment. However, just as you had opened your mouth, John had beaten it to you, as your group had arrived at the goldfish booth, his carnival obsession. Each year, John played but never won.You all had been going for four consecutive years at that. John had not given up. That means Iâve liked Laf for four years now too. No. Not like. Iâm in love with him. Iâm in love with Lafayette. You couldâve sworn you were going to faint. With your heartbeat suddenly palpating, you gripped the table for support, pretending to be intrigued and paying attention to Johnâs goldfish ping pong attempts. He had bounced it in one of the top cups when your cheeks had finally returned to a somewhat normal color. Wait, top cups? John had finally won!
Your problems were momentarily forgotten as you launched yourself at John, pulling him into a victorious hug. John lat out a loud laugh and twirled you around, before setting you down to retrieve his glorious prize, getting free odd looks from the stand operator as a bonus. In all the excitement, you had missed the ill, possibly jealous look Laf had plastered upon his face. He wasnât jealous of Johnâs Goldfish, that he was threatening to name Burr, he was jealous of that magnificent looking hug you had gifted John with. That sort of thing was supposed to be reserved for him only. What am I thinking? Itâs not like weâre dating. Although I wish we were⊠Laf dug his hands into his pockets, filled with thoughts of rejection.
The games passed by as you all participated in the classics such as darts and ring toss, still reveling in Johns Goldfish that he had officially named Sharkira, as he thought the name was completely and utterly ingenious. You begged to differ. However, the group had come to a standby at the ride area entrance, arguing over what to ride first. âWhat about that one?â You asked meekly, pointing to a kiddy ride.
They all burst out laughing at your ridiculous suggestion. You could only manage a nervous grin. Laf glanced at you worriedly, easily reading your expression. While he had laughed along with Alex, John, and Herc, he knew your fake smile from miles away. You were a terrible actor.
It had been decided that you would do a run through the haunted house to âget in the moodâ as Herc had put it. It was getting dark, and they had yet to turn on the night lights of the carnival, therefore surrounding the premises with an eery atmosphere. Needless to say you werenât too excited.
The five of you came stumbling out of the attraction with Alex, John, and Herc all huddled together mumbling and shaking slightly, and you were latched onto Laf (without having fully registered the consequences in your fear stricken mind). Lafayette was staring down at you, cuddled into his shoulder seeking comfort, with an awestricken expression. One of pure adoration. Of pure love.
After a ride on the Scrambler, the lights had been finally turned on, casting a whole new mood across the entire park. âI want to go on the Ferris Wheel!â John exclaimed, running off towards the large wheel.
You gulped at the sight of it and shrank back slightly. âMon minou, are you alright?â Laf inquired, shooting you a concerned look, that infiltrated you easily and took over your thoughts.
Does he actually care?
âIâm alright, just a little tired,â You lied, your mind drifting to what the French meant.
The Ferris Wheel is a living nightmare for you, with your deathly fear of heights after all. However, you couldnât and wouldnât bring down the cheerful atmosphere with your petty fears. As the employee was locking your seat bars into place (you had been placed with Laf of course and you had begun to consider the possibility of your friends conspiring against you) causing you to began to shake, anxiety flooding your mind. This, unfortunately, didnât go unnoticed by the worried man sitting next to you. He had never seen you look so⊠shaken. Scared. Laf crept his hand towards your and laced your trembling hands with large, warm ones.
The ride started moving with a loud groan and a frightened squeeze constricting his hand. âItâs okay (Y/N). Iâm here.â He reassured with a smile.
You nodded, feeling bad that he had to be stuck with you and your sweaty palms.
The Ferris wheel stopped at the top. It always did, and you were on the edge of a full-blown panic attack. Suddenly you felt a gentle hand pulling your chin towards the source. âLook at me. Iâm here. Just look at me.â
The carnival cast a colorful sheen over Lafayetteâs chiseled feature, radiating a mystical and ethereal aura. With the cool wind biting at your flushed cheeks, you gazed into the eyes of the object of your affections, longing to pull him in and kiss him senseless. The way he made you forget your current situation so easily and quickly was certainly something to behold and next thing you knew, you were leaning in. Feeling his warm breath disperse on your cheeks, you knew you couldnât wait any longer. Your lips met in a flurry of wonderful release and passion, him placing his hands on your cheeks, holding you close. You swear he could hear your rapid heartbeat as the two of you parted, gasping as if you had just run a marathon. âJust look at me.â
Could you do a smut x reader w/ Daveed? Like the reader is a singer and a performer and Daveed hasn't seen them in years, so he goes to her concert in a late night NY club, then add whatever you want to. You are the writer, I'm just a requester.
OKAY LISTEN I'M SORRY THIS IS SHORT AND SHITTY BYEÂ
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Request: Female army official to beat the boyâs asses lol
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Opponent after opponent You pinned, seemingly enjoying yourself. It wasnât until all but one of Your soldiers had been tackled and beaten, did You finally dust off Your white trousers and fix your creme coat collar. âTen laps, all of you.â You ordered, sparing a sideways glance at the remaining soldier, Aaron Burr, who was basically quaking in his boots. Smirking, You walked off to find your canteen, leaving all of the men to glare in pain at you as they rose from their pitiful positions in the grass to run their laps.
âAlright men, listen up,â your strong, confident, feminine voice cut through the humid air as You paced in front of a line of soldiers. âWe will be sparring today. Specifically, against me for an evaluation. Whoâs first?â
You stopped in the center of the line of nervous men and turned to face them. No one volunteered. All of your soldiers thought you were genuinely terrifying and intimidating to a point where they would actually stay away from you. However, there was always that group of four that were daring enough to step up to the plate. They said nothing. Your cold eyes scanned the line in annoyance. âApparently as you're all cowards, Iâll have to choose myself.â A sly smirk crossed Your graceful facial features.
The men didnât dare to make a sound as you scanned the line once again until You locked eyes with your first unfortunate victim. âHamilton. Youâre up.â
His heart immediately skipped a beat almost stopping out of terror as he mentally prepared himself for the beating of a lifetime. Hamilton nervously stepped forward to meet his superior in the center of the training field. You put your fists in a defensive stance and waited for someone to make the first move. Hamilton figured he might as well die in honor and charged. Suddenly he was on the ground with his arm bent in between his shoulder blades with a sharp knee pressed to the small of his back.
Wow has it been awhile? I am really sorry guys. I have so many of you relying on me and I havenât posted anything worthwhile in months. Again, Iâm really sorry. I guess I donât have any valid excuses but I can toss one up about schoolâŠÂ
Regardless I shouldnât have just disappeared like that. It was incredibly selfish and I will try to refrain from it again. I should be posting a fic tonight. Sorry guys.Â
Wow has it been awhile? I am really sorry guys. I have so many of you relying on me and I havenât posted anything worthwhile in months. Again, Iâm really sorry. I guess I donât have any valid excuses but I can toss one up about school...Â
Regardless I shouldnât have just disappeared like that. It was incredibly selfish and I will try to refrain from it again. I should be posting a fic tonight. Sorry guys.Â
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Red - I love you.
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Rose - Youâre pretty
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Aqua - I could stay on your blog for hours.
Lavender - You are my tumblr crush.
Orange - I want to get to know you.
Tangerine - We have a lot in common.
Amber - I wish you would notice me.
Cream - I donât talk to you but I really love your blog.
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