i may not live to see our glory

i ship you with ; philip hamilton !

let’s be honest, he needs a mom friend a lot of the time because he can be reckless. if anyone ever insulted you he’d fuckin lose it and you would probably have to calm him down.

he loves your sense of humor and the fact that you can take jokes like that because he often has to censor his own dark humor. he’ll defend you if anyone ever makes any shitty comments about it

he supports your dream of making a change in this world and will do anything in his power to assure it’ll happen !

sorry about the inactivity!

Relationship Status:  single lmao :’^)

Lipstick or Chapstick: if it’s matte lipstick, i’d choose lipstick, but if it’s shimmer i’ll go with chapstick

Last song I listened to: i can’t remember the very last one but i’ve been listening to art is dead by bo burnham, creep by radiohead, and my way home is through you by my chemical romance

Last movie I watched:  u h . . . . .. i don’t watch a lot of movies tbh, i think it was atlantis: the lost empire?

Top 3 shows:  rupaul’s drag race, the walking dead, ghost adventures

Top 3 ships:  LAFAYETTE/PEGGY, ham/eliza, laurens/angelica

sorry for my sudden inactivity, i got a weird depression kick that lasted me a good few months but i still did some stuff at least 

thanks for the positive response on the high school au laf x reader request ! 

thanks !! i’m not exactly sure what the ‘struggles with writing’ part connotes but i’ll just assume it’s a writer’s block type thing ; feel free to inbox me again if this isn’t what you wanted !

- if he sees you getting frustrated he’ll distract you a bit to get your mind away from what you’re writing, so you’ll look back at it with a fresher viewpoint

- alex will also take you on walks if you’re up for it ! especially during the fall

- he definitely knows what writer’s block feels like, so he’ll try to give you the best advice he can

- he’s really not the best at cooking, but he can manage. if you’re busy writing he’ll take care of dinner and bring it to you

- expect a lot of encouraging words from him dfjkfj

Help You Swim

When you found out you were to be study partners with Lafayette, your heart sank into your stomach. 

The last thing you wanted to do was carry one of the troublemakers that sat in the back of the room through a project; him, Laurens, Hamilton, and Mulligan spent their days back there being rowdy and throwing balled up papers at the front of the room. You didn’t even know which one he was. You were completely new to this hellish school and hated everything about it.

But now, as you picked out who Lafayette actually was, he looked over at you as his friends hooted and hollered like the immature boys you knew thought they were. You thought to yourself; Maybe this won’t be that horrible. 

thanks !! i’ll do the headcanons while i’m on a roll with them dfkjfkj

- aaron is such a good listener

- he’ll put his head on his hands and could listen to you talk for hours (he’s had good practice with alexander)

- he makes jokes about how you and alex shouldn’t ever meet because you’ll just talk constantly to each other and leave him behind

- if you ever need to vent or rant he’ll get some tea for both of you and he’ll listen for as long as you need him to

- he’s not really a phone call guy but he’ll put up with it for you tbh 

- he’ll nod or interject with “ooh”s and “ah”s a lot to make sure you know that he’s listening

of course !

- hercules puts his sewing things on the high shelves just in case

- every now and then he’ll put blanket padding on the floor as a joke and thinks it’s the funniest thing ever

- he’s the best person to have around if you’re clumsy, honestly. when you trip over something he’ll catch you in like 0.2 seconds 

- he’s never upset when you break things, just worried about whether you’re okay or not

- if you’re too short to reach the cabinets, he absolutely refuses to let you climb on chairs or anything and will get it for you so you don’t fall down

- he thinks you’re rlly fragile and small and considers you way more clumsy than you actually are, so he takes like 5,000 precautions 

- when you’re drunk he’ll always have an arm around you to make sure you don’t fall down 

i ship you with ; thomas jefferson !!

thomas lives on little to no sleep as well and he’s almost given up trying to coax you into napping with him, so the best he can do is make you coffee and wait until you fall asleep on the couch. he would carry you to your bed so you’d be comfortable as well because he knows how it feels to be completely exhausted.

when you sing, he’s completely captivated. he probably tells james all about how good you are. most of the time he won’t come out of hiding because he doesn’t want to upset you but he thinks your voice is beautiful and tries to encourage your self esteem every now and then. since he’s so headstrong and bold, it doesn’t always come out as sweet as he wants it to, but he tries his best.

when you’re writing he’ll bring you store-bought snacks (he’s awful at baking and constantly starts kitchen fires) and drinks to make sure you’re doing okay and reminds you to take breaks and things because he’s overworked himself many times before and it’s not that pleasant.

Cemetery Drive

“Has anyone seen her!? I thought you guys were keeping an eye on her!”“We were. She just-”“Just what!?”“Just went to visit the grave. We offered to go with her, but she decided she wanted to go on her own. For some peace I guess, don’t really blame her.”

Alexander looked about ready to explode. He loved his friends to the moon and back but they could be such knuckleheads sometimes and he directly asked them to look after you. What did they do? They got plastered and lost you.

Face flushed cherry with rage, Alex snatched his jacket up off the chair in a stiff movement and started off while he yanked it on. “I’m going to go find her,” he muttered tersely and none of the guys had the guts to say anything else after that.

“(Y/N)? Are- Are you still here??” he shouted, voice breaking every now and then from yelling at the top of his lungs. He loved you and he didn’t want you to do anything rash, and the thought that he might not be able to prevent it tore at his heartstrings. Dread floated about and settled in his lower belly in the split second that you didn’t answer back… until he heard you.

“I’m here,” you called shakily. Your own voice cracked and broke but it was because you’d been crying; the knees of your white jeans were stained with dirt after kneeling on the ground in front of the grave. You looked at them bitterly and more tears streamed down your face.

Alex rushed towards you and fell to his knees next to you, not caring about how dirty he got. In an instant he was hugging you, arms wrapped around your shoulders and a hand patting your hair in a mixture of desperate relief and the need to comfort you.

When your small hiccups and stifled sobs slowed down, he gently released you and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple. His own eyes were slightly red-rimmed because he absolutely loathed seeing you so upset, and he felt your pain as if it was his own.