[a/n: nothing but our boy George and absolute sweet nonsense.]
TURN!George Washington x Reader
George isn’t entirely sure how you’ve managed to get him to where he currently resides, but if he was being completely honest with himself, he was loving every moment of it.
The room smells of warm vanilla candle that you’ve lit, and then a more pungent fruit-mingled smells coming from the clay mask that spread across your soft cheeks. Painting your face pink, Washington finds himself breathing out his deep laugh as you brush the last glob of mask across your forehead.
“What’s so funny?”
Washington himself is leaning in the doorway to the bathroom, watching your nightly routine as he always does. It brings an immense amount of joy as he gets to know your schedule by heart, and when you go to wash the sticky-substance off your hands, he watches as you turn to meet him.
“Nothing, my love. Just curious as to what you are doing.”
“A face mask, because I haven’t done one in a while.”
“A face mask?”
“This one is for de-stressing.”
You pick up the bottle and walk across the tiled floor to show him, dropping it in his outstretched palm. His eyes carefully roam over the front, seemingly enticed by the text, when he finally gets your jab.
“Are you saying that I need this?”
“I’m not saying that you need it, no. I am merely suggesting that it may be good for you.”
Shuffling away, back to the mirror, he watches as your nose twitches from the now hardening mask.
“It smells of—what, lemons?”
“Yeah!”
“Shouldn’t that burn you, instead of soothe you?”
“Lemons can be calming!”
Now George’s nose wrinkles.
“They are bitter…that does not sound very relaxing.”
“C’mere,”
He obliges, crossing the floor in two, long strides. It appears he’ll have to take your word for it, because you’ve taken the bottle out of his hand and set it back on the counter.
“Here, sit.”
Once more, without a moments hesitation, the tall man sits on the edge of the tub, and you follow close behind. Flipping open the tube, you squeeze some out into your clean palm.
“It’s not super strong, I promise. The lemon won’t burn you.”
It takes a lot of willpower to not immediately melt under your careful touch. Washington adores it when you run the pads of your fingers down his cheeks, brushing away worry and anxiety like nobody’s business.
The mask is cold and somewhat bumpy, but he suddenly understands the appeal. It does feel rather nice, and he’s sure it only feels that way because you’re applying it, but he’d have to test that theory out later.
“We should do this together. It’s so much fun,”
Your thumb runs over his nose, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t wipe that so-in-love smile off his face.
“Mhm,”
“Is it bothering you, George?”
“No, not at all.”
With you between his long legs, he loops his arms around your torso so they settle on your hips. He’s enjoying being so close to your face, watching as your eyelashes flutter and pupils darting this way and that.
“You look so handsome.”
It’s hard for you to wipe the smile off your face now, feeling the thrum of your own heartbeat loudly in your ears.
“Mhm…what? Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”
Now, that’s not like him, but you can’t help but agree with the situation that currently was at hand.
“It’s so nice to see you so relaxed, George,”
His curiosity piqued once more, he leans forward a bit so he can match your gaze. There’s something in his eyes, but you glance down one more time to swipe the last bit of mask on his chin, and by the time you look back, it’s gone.
“I am starting to enjoy this ‘face mask’ idea.”
His deep baritone voice is enough to get you to lean forward, a small, sweet kiss dropping on his lips.
“Good. You deserve to de-stress.”
If anything, George looked a little offended that you had pulled away so quickly.
Still gentle, the man moves his arms from your hips to under your legs, hoisting you effortlessly on to his lap.
“Thank you,”
He says, holding your back with one warm palm, the other comes to cup your chin gently. Mindful of your still-drying mask, he swoops in and kisses you with a little more fervor.
“You actually do seem a little bit more de-stressed.”
You mumble against his lips, careful not to bump his nose as the mask was still drying. He laughs against yours, smiling kindly as he motions to agree.
“But I don’t think the mask gets all the credit.”
Standing, with you still in his arms, he carries you over to the sink counter where he deposits you, gently. But remains between your legs, hands on either side of you, leaning down once more to steal a kiss.
“Ngh, we should probably wipe them off.”
Placing a hand on his chest, you pull away, but you do not hide your reluctance in doing so.
“Here,”
Noticing your face cloth you’ve set aside, he runs it under warm water and cradles your face in his empty hand.
Carefully, he drags the cloth down your cheeks, then across your forehead. It’s so hard to not laugh, watching as his stoic face contorts into stilled determination.
“Then allow me,”
You insist, wringing the cloth out after slipping it from his large hands, running it back under the warm tap before reaching up to hold his jaw.
“Are you completely relaxed yet?”
“You are very funny, y/n.”
“I try, just for you.”
Wiping the clay away from his face, you can’t help but admire his facial features. His high cheekbones, strong jaw, and dazzling blue-grey eyes, his stern but sweet personality always made your heart flutter in your chest.
“Mhm. What do you think? We make this a nightly routine?”
You say mindlessly, still brushing the mask away.
“If it is okay with you, it is perfect.”
How honorable of him to think he’s infringing on your nightly routine, but if anything, he’s making it a million times better. Any time spent with him was well spent.
“Don’t be silly, of course it’s okay. More than okay.”
“Good,”
The silence that falls is welcome and once all the mask remains have been wiped away, you lean back to catch his smile.
“All done.”
“Thank you. Now it’s time we both got some rest, yes?”
You nod, not expecting him by any means to toss you over his shoulder, you yelping in surprise at the swift motion.
“Hey!”
“Good night, y/n.”
You simply can’t help but relax to his touch, smiling like a love sick fool as he sets you into bed.
Who asked you to be their valentine, and who didn’t (thinking that they didn’t have to)?
Nathan Hale did, of course he did! He bought a whole box of those cheesy ones that are supposed to be for elementary students, ones with lots of hearts and funny sayings. He may be out the door before you on Valentines Day, but there are no shortage of cards on every surface of the house. It’s a lovely gesture that even though you need no remember that you are his, it still brings a smile that you can never forget.
Thinking he didn’t have to, because you had already been dating for like a year-Benjamin Tallmagde did not. He insists that he’s already asked you, and you said yes, so he’s already covered his bases. Of course, will still buy you flowers and shake his head laughing at you, wondering where you’ve heard this nonsense that he has to ask every year. However, he will seemingly ask you every following year, just to make sure that he’s still got it right.
Marquis de Lafayette thinks similarly to Benjamin, thinking that you’re already his valentine and he doesn’t have to ask twice. However, he finds the cutest card in a random store one day before the holiday, and he can’t resist the urge to not pick it up for you. He loves the smile it brings to your face, and he can’t help but laugh sweetly as you bob your head yes, accepting his proposal.
Ensign Thomas Baker definitely will ask you every year. It just becomes a sort of annual ritual, pretending that you’ve just met and handing each other homemade cards. It’s just an overall sweet idea that’s caught on, and Baker will surely ask you every year if you’ll do him the honor of being his valentine. You never fail him with the answer.
If you think Alexander Hamilton will, you’ll at least get a good laugh out of him. He’ll ask if you’re joking, and you may be so inclined to yank on his leg a tad. Maybe make him sweat a little bit. You nearly make him believe that how could he forget the most important part of Valentine’s Day, before whipping out a: “sike! Got you!” And running away, Hamilton chasing after. If anything, it was warming to see the worry in his eyes that he had messed up the holiday. (That he scoffed about, saying he didn’t care).
George Washington will not, but you know that there’s no malice behind it. He very well may forget that it’s even Valentine’s Day, but that’s only because he’s suffering behind his desk instead of being home with you. He’ll definitely hear it on the radio or from a co-worker before you ever have the heart to tell him, but he will definitely make it up to you a million ways to one. It’s a Hallmark holiday, and no matter how much you insist it’s no big deal, he’ll at least buy you flowers.
Caleb Brewster does, of course! In the most outlandish way possible, every year he outdoes himself. He’s never one to forget any small detail you share with him, so anytime during the year you mention a new favorite candy, flower, or even accessory, it’s sitting squarely so it’s the first thing you see when you walk through the door. He’ll ask you to be his valentine, forever and always.
SometimesRobert Townsend does. Maybe he’ll say it in a moment of insecurity or in a moment of yours, but usually, he does not. He knows you are his, and he is yours, and overall is the number one guy on this list to find the holiday a hallmark holiday, but if it means a lot to you, then it does to him. Maybe on the simpler side, but he show you just how much he loves and appreciates you, in a way that a card could never share.
Hercules Mulligan does! Sweetly, asks every year if you’ll be his. He’ll definitely buy you roses, and smother you to death with kisses of appreciation and love. You would not have it any other way, genuinely in love with how much love he has to share. Hercules does not care a single iota if he’s already asked you seven times, he’ll ask you twice over if you’ll be his Valentine by the end of the day.
John Adams does not, to any surprise. We aren’t really sure he’s ever asked you, so we can’t qualify him as someone who’s asked you once and thinks it enough. Most definitely working if the holiday falls during the week, and probably will still be shuffling papers if it falls on the weekend. But this comes with the territory—while John loves you with his entire heart, you and him both know that he’s hardly any good at expressing it. He definitely does remember to pick up your favorite takeout on the way home though.
Sam Adams should, could, and would announce to any person in his immediate vicinity that you were his valentine. And maybe you weren’t in that immediate vicinity to catch his rather loud shouts, he’ll come home fast enough to make sure you know, with no doubts, that you are his valentine. He doesn’t even ask. It’s a fact, not a question.
Our lovely Doctor Joseph Warren absolutely does. He will greet you good morning with a sweet kiss and mumble goofily against your lips if you’d be his on this lovely holiday. Warren well and good knows that you are his and he is yours, but he can’t help it when the question makes you laugh, and he gets to see that amazing sparkle in your eyes. Of course, you’ll be his, and not only today, but every hour of every day.
A true coin toss, Paul Revere is a man of mystery that you can’t quite figure out sometimes. You’re half inclined to believe his forgot, but then the other half leads you to believe that he’s just pretending to make you think he forgot. Did he actually forget, we will never know. He will never own up to it, even if he forgets from time to time, and always buys you flowers. Some years, you may be able to tell if he’s forgotten, because he asks you to be his forever and always. (The answer is always yes).
John Hancock…does not. While I am ready to believe that he is this lovey-dovey romantic, I also feel like he would definitely be the first to forget, after Washington and Adams. The kinda “oh shit, that was today?!” Kinda vibe. But Hancock is a very loyal person, and an extremely kind-hearted man, and you know that he’s just got a lot on his plate. He would always be so appreciative of your forgiveness, and while he may never ask you to be his valentine, he definitely knows that he is yours forever.
Although always a willing thief himself, Nathan Hale is hard to surprise. He’s a bad liar, you know that, (you can see the glint in his eye) but he’s always got his guard up. The only way to steal a kiss from Hale is to catch him when he’s come home from work, pouncing on him the minute he’s opened the door and yanking him down by his tie.
Benjamin Tallmagde, a little bit easier to nab a smooch from. He’s sometimes entranced by a book in his free time, and all it really takes is to lean over and steal a few. You’re favorite, however, is leaning over the back of the couch and spider-man kissing him. He jumps, only a bit, but happily returns the gesture.
Don’t talk to George Washington about surprise anything, because he knows your there. He knows that you’ve taken your shoes off and you’re creeping down the hallway to enter his office, with a glimmer of hope in your eye that you’ve startled him. Sometimes, when he wishes for that smile to fall on your lips, he’ll pretend that you’ve got him, as you round his desk chair to plant one on his cheek. He enjoys your laugh.
It’s a little bit harder to figure out how to steal one off Thomas Baker, only because when he’s standing, there’s no way you’re reaching his cheek/lips. (Invest in a step ladder, maybe?). You’ll have to catch him when he’s sitting, or maybe bending down to get something out of a lower cabinet. He always laughs when you steal one, gently pulling you back for another.
Quite possibly the easiest target of all, the Marquis de Lafayette shouts in surprise as you run at him in full force and jump into his arms. He very well should expect this from you, but part of him just can’t ever seem to pick up how you choose these random moments. Once in his arms, you steal a smooch, and try to wrangle out of his grip to run away, but good luck with that. He’s gonna start tickling you.
Caleb Brewster has mastered this game. You’ll be leaving the bathroom and when you close the door over, it’s too late. He’s already there. You’re peripheral vision fails you as he swoops down and steals a kiss straight off your lips. You chase after him, but he’s already gone. Someday you’ll figure out a strategy to get him back, but for now, you’re content with being the receiver.
On the other hand, Robert Townsendacts like he hates this game. He finds himself poking at mounds of blankets when he enters a room, fearful it’s you and you’re bound to startle him. Realizing that he probably hates it, you stop for a bit. Then one day he’s like “why did you stop” and you’re like “???” Bro. So you wait two days and then hide in the pantry. You kissed him real good when he went to put his cereal away.
It could be a tad self-centered of you, for wishing that genuine smile of his to be for you alone. It swipes across his lips with a simple breath of air, and you can’t help the happy warmth that blossoms in your stomach.
His hands are a bit different than what you’d initially expected, after he’s long told you what his passions are and how he has to have deft hands to be able to do what he does.
You give a start, a bit surprised when he suddenly jerks your clasped hands higher, level with his lips as he places a kiss upon the back of your hand.
He seems to have done so without having much intention behind it, because he sets your locked hands back on the couch in-between the two of you.
Here, your attention diverges to his hand, and you watch with a soft expression how his thumb runs along the back of your hand.
Per a grumble from Hercules, you pry your hand from his, tapping his palm to try and wrangle your hand free.
“What did I do?”
He’s asking, because your abrupt movement was…well, abrupt.
“Nothing, nothing!”
You laugh, finally shaking your hand free. But just as Hercules goes to pull his hand back, you grab it once more, splaying his large hand out over your own.
“y/n,what are you doing?”
It’s playful, daring you to move his hand now closer to your face.
Hercules hands were well kept, but nothing he ever did rid him of the many callouses that littered his skin. Having an occupation that was so demanding of the hands, he often resented them, but you could never in a million years feel the same. His hands were his, so distinctly his, that if they ever changed drastically, you would be unfamiliar in their touch.
“Admiring your hands,”
You insist, laughing breathlessly as he attempts to retrieve his hand back from yours.
“No, stop-don’t look at them-!”
You know his protests are half-hearted, because you’ve admired his hands many times before this. His auburn hair bouncing slightly as he relents, but faltering only slightly as he then takes your hand, tugging it closer to in turn, stare down your hands.
Hands that stretch far over the line of perfection to Hercules, hands that he loves to hold, and hands that he looks forward to getting to touch every day when you both arrive home at the end of the day.
Small in comparison, but maybe a bit softer than his own, he enjoys your touch immensely. He likes it when you use that favorite lotion of yours, and loves it when you freshly put it on and clasps your hands together in his.
Your giggles of protest tug him free of his thoughts, and he laughs breathlessly at the sight.
“Hmm. Don’t ever change. I love you.”
Hercules has poised himself as he leans forward, humming a tune as he kisses your lips gently.
“You either. Love you more.”
[a/n: I love trying to analyze characters. You can tell a lot about a person by their hands :)]
