Update: I've changed the rating to T just in case I add something that falls under that rating later. If anything graphic comes up I'll add some tw's at the beginning of the chapter, but these first few chapters should be fine!

Hey guys! I've been slacking on my writing, but I don't have a ton of time because my online semester's kicking me in the shins, so! Send me a couple of characters (ships or platonic, whatever works) and a feeling (maybe with a situation too?) and I'll whip up some short drabbles. (Very short! Think 100-300 words, unless I go nuts.) For ex. "Lams, first encounter, lonely." No guarantees I'll get to all of them, but it might be fun. :)

Oh, and I've also got some sample drabbles:

Lams, meeting on a train, curiosity:

Laurens scrolled through his iPhone's playlist, trying to find the perfect song to fit the mood he was in. Something quiet, but not too sad, more...pretty. With a nice beat to keep his attention. Nothing seemed quite right, though, and finally he landed on a piece of classical music by a composer whose name he couldn't even begin to pronounce. Sighing, he settled back into his seat and let the metro sway him back and forth as it sped forward.

He glanced up as someone fell into the seat across from him, head bent forward as he scribbled frantically in a tattered notebook. His long brown hair was falling out of his bun, and he was nodding along to something blaring out of his headphones so loud he was attracting glances from the other passengers. His whole demeanor screamed busy.

The teen glanced up, catching his eye, and Laurens felt a blush creep up his cheeks. Had he been staring? He'd totally been staring. But...the other boy was staring at him, now, too? His green eyes were locked on John's, eyebrows tilted up in an unspoken question and lips quirked ever so slightly in a smile.

The reverie broke when the train jolted suddenly and the teen lost his grip on his notebook, sending loose papers flying. He swore, leaping off his seat to snatch them back, and John found himself getting up to help as the disgruntled people around them shifted away.

"Here," Laurens offered up a stack of papers covered in indecipherable scribbles. The boy looked up and took them with a grateful smile.

"Thanks..."

"Laurens. Uh, John Laurens."

"Hamilton. But most of my friends just call me Alex."

John grinned. "No problem, Alex."

Herc & Alex, panic attack

"Yo, Alex, come on!"

Alexander vaguely heard Hercules' booming voice drifting up the stairs to where he was huddled in the corner of his room, practically shaking apart. Why? Why are you freaking out? Nothing happened. Nothing is wrong. Get up.

Heavy footfalls on the stairs. Alex didn't glance up as his door was pushed open.

"Alex! John and Laf're already in the car, we're gonna be-" Herc's voice died off as he caught sight of Alex. "Woah, dude, what happened?"

Nothing! I should be fine! But the words refused to leave his mouth as he choked on another breath, hands scrabbling desperately at the air around his throat.

"Okay, alright," Herc crouched down in front of him, hands held up in surrender. "We're just gonna breathe, okay? Alex? Can you hear me?"

Alex nodded, wrapping his arms tighter around his ribcage. Herc would understand. He'd helped Lafayette and even John with this stuff before, so he could help him, too.

"Alright, breathe in while I count, yeah? Inhale, one, two, three…" Alex tried to follow his instructions even as the air got trapped somewhere in his lungs, stuttering painfully. Hercules didn't seem to mind, patiently coaching him through the motions.

"There we go. Exhale, three, two, one…"

Angelica and Alex, newspaper club, exasperation

"Alexander! I said two pages, tops! What is this?" Angelica waved the admittedly heavy stack of papers in Alex's face. He grinned, a mixture of sheepishness and pride, and she groaned.

"This issue is important! You can't expect me to summarize it if we want people to genuinely think about it."

"Yes, I can," she sighed. "Because this is the school news crew, not a publishing company. We don't have room to print half of this." she set the stack down onto the nearest desk with a soft thump. "Please tell me you have something shorter we can use."

Alex scratched at his neck. "There is that snippet on taxes I did a while ago…"

"How long?" Alex almost had to laugh at the wariness in her voice.

"Three pages."

"Cut it down to two. Nope-" she held up a hand as Alex squawked in protest, "Go edit. Please."

Alex sighed, relenting, and opened his laptop.

You get the gist of it! Go ahead and send 'em in (preferably in the reviews, please!), and I'll try and do a few here and there when I have spare time!