and also give him back to john

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The free class had been on a Thursday and Rosie had spent the entirety of dinner that night explaining to John what they had done in class.  She even then gave him demonstrations as she still had her outfit on.  Sherlock could not get her to change out of it but decided the enthusiasm was good.

She was sad when she had to get ready for bed but Sherlock had promised her they could practise everyday until Tuesday’s class which they did.  They usually ended up practising while John was at work because he had a busy schedule the next few weeks because one of the doctors was still off on maternity leave. Sherlock didn’t mind though, he loved taking Rosie to her classes and watch her progression. She concentrated diligently and was usually the first in the class to master the moves they were taught and then she would help Evan and the other girls who didn’t quite get it.

The first two weeks of class were pretty much the same, the third week they began to expand their moves.

This time they were made to stand in a straight line while they learned the first and second position with their feet.  In first position their heels are almost together as if kissing and in second they’re a step apart.  The teacher then when on to teach them the arm positions for positions one through five.

The next lesson they learned was the plié.  She chose a volunteer from the class and brought her up front, her name was Vanessa.  First she had Vanessa stand in the first position and then bend her knees while keeping her heels flat on the ground and making a ‘diamond shape’.  The second position for the plié was the same, but instead of making a ‘diamond shape’ this time you made a ‘house shape’.  The teacher went around and individually helped each of her students with the instruction and they all seemed to pick it up fairly quickly.

The next position she taught them was the posse.  This is where you bring your one foot up to the leg and where you connect your toe to your knee, making sure the knee is facing out to execute the move properly.  This move took a little longer to master because of the balance issues.  She gave them each homework or practicing this move until they could do it without wobbling too much.

Now that more than half the class was over, the teacher decided they had enough time for one more move. “Alright class to wrap things up before cool down, we are going to learn one more move, the echape sote.”

She began by starting in first position with both arms and feet and then you jump out to second position with arms and feet to finish.  This caused the room of toddlers to giggle and it was by far their favourite move of the day.  They practised this move several times before doing cool down stretches and being released to their parents.

“Remember children,” the teacher called after them, “to keep practising.  You are all doing a wonderful job and in two weeks we shall start some new moves that I think you will all like.”

All the children chattered and clapped and Rosie went over to Evan and told him he did a good job today and that she’d see him next week.  Evan’s mum commented to Sherlock about how polite and encouraging Rosie was and that if it hadn’t been for Rosie, Evan wouldn’t have come back and Sherlock stated she had that effect on people.  Evan’s mum almost asked Sherlock for coffee until she noticed the wedding band on his finger and was relieved she noticed before making a fool of herself.  Sherlock seemed to sense it and just smiled it away and told her he’d see her and Evan at class next week.

This time John had beat Rosie and Sherlock home from class and he was in the kitchen making tea when they walked through the door.  “Daddy! You’re home!”

She ran out and grabbed his hand and drug him to his chair and made him sit. Sherlock clicked the kettle off and also joined them in the front room in his chair.  Rosie took her coat off and laid it on the coffee table and turned back to her parents.

“Look at what I learned today.”

She began with the first and second positions and moved into the plié, then the posse and then echape sote. And John grinned from ear to ear.  “I don’t know, you soon may be giving your papa a run for his money.” He winked at her.

She looked at him quizzically but continued talking about her class, “I helped Evan and some of the other girls with some moves and the teacher said we are all doing good practising on our own and in two weeks we get to learn some new moves.”

John reached across and took Sherlock’s hand and squeezed it, “this was such a good idea.  I can’t wait until Marci comes back from leave so I can go along to a class.”

Rosie shrieked, “Daddy, that would be wonderful, I can’t wait!   How soon does she come back?”

“Two weeks sweetheart.”

“That’s just in time for you to see the new moves we’ll be learning!”  Rosie squealed as she bounced up and down on her feet.

“Why don’t you go put some play clothes on and we’ll call out for takeaway tonight to celebrate?” John asked her.

She frowned, “But I love my ballet outfit.”

“I know you do sweetheart, but we don;t want to get it stained,” he said scooping her up and tickling her belly.  She giggled and agreed as long as they could have Thai.

They all agree and John let her down so she could run up to her room to change.

As soon as she was out of sight,John walked over to Sherlock and pulled him into a kiss.  “Let me guess, you’re the proudest parent there.”

“Absolutely John. You should see her, She lights up the room and everyone follows her lead but it doesn’t go to her head.  She takes after you in that respect.”

“I can’t wait to see her in two weeks.” He leaned in and kissed Sherlock again.

When they broke, John chuckled, “I better go call our order in.”

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anonymous asked:

pretty sure anyone haven't ask this since I checked the tag; anyway regarding ur theory about queen/john brown is mastermind behind all of this it also goes to make them can differ the twin (I mean let's say they r aware of phantomhive twins) but it doesn't make any sense to me in what reason they planning to confront our!ciel by trying to revive the other twins (I'm sorry if I sounds failed to understand so I hope you can elaborate more)

Hello Anon! And actually, I did mention/imply the reason briefly here and here (scroll down to the last message), but I suppose I could elaborate a little. :)

It’s all in the chronology that I wrote here: Ciel’s “loyalty” to Victoria (or lack of, from her point of view) is precisely why I think that the Queen and John Brown might have decided to replace our!Ciel with his brother.

After all, Ciel lied to the Queen about the events of the circus arc, but she found out thanks to Brown and the Double Charles, which is why she tried to frame him for murder (Siemens’ murder who was killed by Grey).

He also tried to double cross her by hiding the SULIN after the Green Witch arc when the Queen specifically wanted it, but she is not stupid and she realized what he was doing, so did John Brown, which is why Ciel was compared to his very murdered father in ch108.

So, I actually think that bringing back the twin would give the Queen a new and way more loyal and respectful Watchdog, one who’s also more of a pawn than our!Ciel was, because he’s been revived by them and might even be dependent on the blue sect to get blood transfusion from time to time (this last point is just speculation). 

And as I was saying in another post, I just wouldn’t be surprised if someone were to tell our!Ciel that he isn’t needed anymore as the Watchdog in the next few chapters. Remember this scene?

I already explained here that chaos in the Parliament could be something that Victoria wanted to happen for her war plans, but what’s important is that the Double Charles (the Queen’s butlers) might show up soon on Seb’s notification, and honestly I wonder if they might not be the ones who will bring our!Ciel grim news.

One thing you have to understand is that the Queen’s current watchdog is “Ciel Phantomhive” and now that the twin is back, technically everything that his brother (our!Ciel) owned under the name “Ciel Phantomhive” could become his because he is the real Ciel Phantomhive and he looks identical to our!Ciel. 

So, all in all, bringing back the twin, manipulating him so that he would want to hurt his brother (attacking Soma, killing Agni, using Lizzie…) and making the two brothers confront each other could be so that Victoria can get a brand new Watchdog, absolutely identical to the last one (with the same name, same network and all), except that he will be more “loyal” and already dead.

Does this make sense and does it help? I hope so because this is all I’ve got so far. xD

Have a nice weekend Anon :)

raythrill  asked:

show me your whamilton binder :)

*opens cabinet full, organized A-Z*

Well let’s get started:

  • Washington is a DILF
  • Alexander is fucking struggling^tm
  • They probably met at a bar and the first time Washington approaches Alex he’s like “Look, sir, I don’t work here.” and immediately turns away from Washington, who is so shocked (and a little intrigued by “sir”) he does nothing for a minute before grasping his shoulder and bending to whisper/growl (grisper?) into his ear
  • “I was looking for some other assistance from you tonight”   and Alex goes beet red and he just squeaks
  • So their relationship is pretty much meeting twice/three times a week at Washington’s place and fucking (I’m not beating around the bush here)
  • Alex barges into Washington’s place one day and Washington’s doing something lame like reading the newspaper or something, and  Alex is like “I can’t keep just fucking you!”
  • “Hello to you too, Alexander. Please come in.” 
  • Alex looks like he’s about to cry and he explains how he actually likes Washington and he can’t keep being a boy toy, that he wants a relationship. Washington is confused
  • “Were we not dating already?”
  • “No? We have only been fucking, and you kick me out in the morning.”
  • “I do not kick you out, you leave before I’m fully awake.”
  • Now Alex feels awkward and George thinks it’s adorable that Alex is so fucking passionate (okay maybe adorable isn’t the right word, hot?)
  • They start dating officially and its amazingly domestic
  • George makes Alex tea and Alex gives George back massages after long days at work
  • George completely spoils Alex and Alex tries to protest but damn does he love being spoiled ( ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )
  • George takes Alex on expensive trips and buys him designer clothes
  • George also gets Alex into pilates 
  • that deserves its own post cause that’s a wreck
  • The squads a little iffy of their relationship at first because of the age difference but when they see all the things George does for Alex that are healthy (Like getting him to sleep, and eat, and join pilates!! what the fuck John cant even get Alex to pick up his shirt)
  • So now everyone’s asking George what Alex is paying him to pretend to be interested in him
  • “What the fuck, guys. I am naturally charming.”
  • “That’s not entirely true, love.” Alex actually dies at that point.


This was obviously the first page, in the first binder, in the first of several filing cabinets of Whamilton stuff. So please come again, I have NSFW, AUs, archetypes, Fic ideas, too much.

Adlock For Dummies

I was supposed to write some fanfiction, and as usual, I decided to scroll through the Adlock tag to get some feels rolling. But instead, I found myself disappointed at the fact that there has been another fiasco involving hate being present in the tags that caused a back-and-forth between Adlockers and, based on my observation, some Johnlock shippers (and yes, I’m using the entire ship name to have it appear on their tag because tit for tat).

Originally posted by xxvoodoo99xx

So first off, bless you my fellow shippers, @i-am-adlocked, @redwulfgirl, @marvelfangirlandsherlockian4ever, @magicalpostface, to name a few for defending the ship to the core, and for @thank-you-for-being-with-me​ and @themissadventurer​ for explaining wth happened. 

Now, this isn’t me putting gas to the already burning fire, but it is sickening to go over this again and again and again. To be fair, I have tried to be level headed back then about this whole conundrum, but seriously though, this has got to stop. 

Originally posted by itsfandomstuff

So I decided to approach this the Adlock way. I laid out the most common arguments against this ship and I’m going to give my most logical answers to it. Is this going low? Maybe. But hey, it’s a slow night for me so here’s to sharpening up my good ol’ brain cells.

Note: All quote references came from this brilliant post.

PART ONE: Disproving common arguments

1. “But Irene is gay…”

Yes, Irene had said this herself. From what I’ve seen in the fandom, people have a split opinion on the matter, taking Irene as either a lesbian or a bisexual, and coming from individuals who are part of the LGBTQ community, there should be a huge amount of respect for these opinions. But sadly, it has become a fiasco on its own. Now, as someone who is a genderfluid sapiosexual (putting this here because otherwise I would be called out for pushing heteronormativity or spreading homophobia and all those things), I personally think that Irene used the term gay loosely. She obviously prefers women, but is also evidently attracted to Sherlock.

Originally posted by bidoctor

So referencing what Lara Pulver stated back in 2012, “It’s just a label, isn’t it? Because, at the end of the day, I think she had feelings for Sherlock. So then people say, ‘Well, so she’s obviously not gay. She must be bisexual.’ But actually, let’s not label this. Let’s just know that human beings fall for other human beings.”

2. “Shipping Adlock is homophobic”

If we are going by expressed declarations of sexuality, it is important to not only take in Irene Adler’s preference into question. John Watson has been very vocal about not being gay, having been engaged into several relationships prior to his marriage with Mary Morstan, and yet has been subject to claims that he is, in fact, in love with Sherlock Holmes. So, logically speaking, rejecting one point over the other completely disproves the argument. 

3. “There are undeniable proof that Sherlock and John are in love”

This is something I didn’t want to tap on, but felt like I needed to do so. From the ACD canon to the BBC version, there are arguments falling ill to the common notion that the relationship of the two borders on romance. 

Originally posted by yes-yes-this-is-me

It has been a common fictional trope, where a character who is angsty and misunderstood is accepted by a trusty and kind comrade – or a brother not by blood but by bond if you will – and it is something intriguing because it is not so common in real life. This is because as much as it is embraced in fiction, males in real life are often pushed into the stigma of being macho men, for the smallest amount of affection showed towards someone else is regarded to as romantic attraction.

Love is very much present between Sherlock and John, but similar to characters like Frodo and Sam from LotR, Jem and Will from The Infernal Devices, Steve and Bucky from Captain America, and other ‘shippable bromances’, this is, in fact, nothing romantic, because newsflash, romance isn’t the only type of love there is. And the main reason why there are often claimed as so is because of this underlying patriarchal effect that two men can be friends, ‘but hey, no homo’, which frankly makes this all the more absurd. It’s like we hate this thinking but subconsciously, we have fallen deep into the expectations it represents.

4. Queerbaiting

In millions of interviews and conventions, the writers have explicitly said that Sherlock and John are not together, at least not in a romantic fashion, and this is first and foremost a story of their adventures as a detective and his chronicler. So blaming them and accusing them of queerbaiting is very much unfair.

Originally posted by the-state-0f-longing

All the ships have the liberty to ship what they ship, to hold on to every evidence and claim that they have as presented in the show, but to push through with an idea once a conclusion has been drawn seems unfair to the entire fandom altogether. It is fair to feel disappointed towards an episode you didn’t like, but a story and a writer that reels toward what the audience asks it to be is nothing more than laziness. 

YOU. CAN. ALWAYS. STOP. WATCHING. Don’t go as far as ruin the experience for everyone. It’s like because you’re allergic to nuts, then you expect your entire school to ban it and close all the shops in town selling it. 

PART TWO: “Adlock does not make sense”

I felt this needs to be a section on its own because as much as our ship only has a handful of references to play with, I can at least say that Adlock has sailed by itself even without our help. 

1. “So you like policemen?”

Most people who do not ship Adlock claim that Sherlock ‘malfunctioned’ in this scene because he was jealous ‘of’ Irene. But if we look at it, John was the first one who flirted with Irene by trying to make a move using the soldier card in contrast to Irene’s supposed liking of policemen. 

Now to quote Mark Gatiss, “He suddenly meets someone who fascinates him. Holmes and Adler have an intellectual attraction. He doesn’t understand it. It’s like falling in love, but he doesn’t know what it is.”

Originally posted by i-am-adlocked

It was obvious that having this woman one up him distracted him for a fragment of a second that he wanted to get back this air of superiority. Still, she outsmarts him. Also note that the morning after, he has already looked her up on Twitter, showing that she did pique his interest. 

2. “You barely knew her.” 

Abruptly answering is a way to tell when someone is lying according to Sherlock himself. So why did he give a clipped ‘yes’ when John asked if he was okay upon deducing that Irene Adler was ‘dead’?

Plus, nicotine was supposed to be something to keep him at bay – to keep his mind sharp. We saw how much he needs it if he’s an emotional wreck to enable him to think. But when Mycroft gave him low tar because he deemed that Sherlock barely knew Irene, he scoffed. He gave a grunt that sounds humorously offended. If you didn’t catch this then please watch the scene again.

3. “Craving the distraction of the game, I sympathise entirely.”

Sherlock and Irene were each other’s distraction, like the king and the queen of the opposing sides of the chessboard. And this was clearly a declaration that Sherlock was aware of how attracted he was to her, probably more so on an intellectual level, and that he genuinely wanted to understand and even impress her, much like her attempts to do so with him. 

Originally posted by athingwithpeas

4. “There’s no point in my leaving the flat for anything less than a seven, we agreed.”

Karachi is 4,906.6 miles from London. Just putting it out there. 

Oh and a challenge from Mr. Cumberbatch himself from 2015:  “They had a night. Irene Adler and Sherlock had a night. I’m absolutely certain of that. Deal with me.”

5. “I’ll still have it.”

Why would he ask for Irene’s Vertu? What did “The Woman… THE Woman.” mean? Going back to ASiP, the most obvious reference is “If she’d left him, he would’ve kept it. People do, sentiment.”

It was his obvious admission that Irene did in fact beat her, because she made him show that he did care about whatever it is that they had.

And add to his collection of all sentimental things, plus in reference to a Chekov’s gun, the rose in the hospital window in HLV disappeared, meaning Sherlock took it with him when he escaped. They wouldn’t show that camera play without meaning tbh.

6. “Get out of my head, I’m busy.”

Seeing how Sherlock’s mind palace works, he projects people in his mind as he needs them to be – whether it be their opinions, the moral balance they lead him to, etc. 

As his mind illustrates, Mycroft is often shown in a setting where he is regarded to as an important compass for intellect and logic, whereas John is often the one who offers practical and emotional approaches. Molly in HLV was presented such as a medical reference, and Anderson represents the firm believer that despite the perils and impossibilities, he can surpass death once more – quite a touching nod to TEH Anderson, tbh.

Originally posted by sorrowsflower

Anyway, going back to that scene in ASoT, it was clear that the mere thought of The Woman sent him a wave of distraction and nostalgia. His representation of her was with the look of affection and longing, something projected by his own subconscious. 

7. The pocketwatch in TAB

As this is all happening in his subconscious, the mere idea that John ‘his moral and emotional compass’ Watson brings up the thought of Irene Adler in the pocketwatch is an internal dialogue of his logic going against the musings of his heart. 

8.  “People text. Even I  text. Her, I mean. Woman. Bad idea. Try not to, but you know, sometimes…”

Sometimes, what? That is the question, don’t you think? 

In addition to the whole bromance thing, John expressing his grief in front of Sherlock cancels out the whole macho man facade and simply offers what years of friendship between them developed: trust. In this, Sherlock must’ve felt like the whole ‘I don’t text her back’ statement was already overdue, and just as how John confessed that he’s not as good as anyone holds him up to be, Sherlock also felt like it’s time to not be embarrassed to reveal that he is also, at times, vulnerable against his own impulses. 

Originally posted by i-am-adlocked

9. Irene knows Sherlock’s birthday + “The Woman will cry”in HLV

As I see them as people who don’t really fall much into these formalities, and also averting to the common notion that Sherlock and Irene’s relationship circulates in nothing more than lust, I’d like to point out that the main tether that tied them together is their intellectual connection. BUT, bordering to personal information, especially as  they are not people who would succumb to conventional topics of conversations, knowing Sherlock’s birthday and having his subconscious relate Irene Adler as someone who will be deeply affected by his death mean that their relationship has been long past simply passing time with mind games and solving cases. 

10. He still has all her texts, has her name in his phone as The Woman, and saved that bloody text alert EVEN AFTER CHANGING PHONES

If this doesn’t shout sentiment, then I don’t even know…

11. “Play you.”

Now one argument about this is that maybe Sherlock played this because ‘play you’ simply means ‘play something you composed.’ BUT, Eurus also did tell Sherlock to play something he understands

Originally posted by kaneabigails

After the statement regarding sex, it is clear that Sherlock is not as fazed as he was back in ASiB on the matter, and going beyond the implied physicality, it also shows that after all those years, Sherlock finally has an understanding as to why he wrote that piece for Irene Adler. It’s another solidification that they have developed a deeper relationship than just two people enjoying the company of the other for the mind games they provide, but they can even go as far as claim that they deem the other person as important.

And so, any other statements about Sherlock and Irene’s relationship in front and behind the camera is found in the post I used as a reference, which you can read here:

Now if someone is up for an argument or would like to add anything else, my message box and replies are always open. With this off my chest, I think I’ll start working on those fanfictions again. :)



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1enchantedfantasy1 said: Don’t know if you’ve done this before but can you do John’s daughter who is really good at deducting and Sherlock always takes her on cases and John gets pissed? Please and Thanks! ❤😊

A/N: I’m so sorry that this has taken along time to post but I hope you enjoy it. x

“Therefore, the uncle is the murderer,” You announced proudly to Sherlock and Scotland Yard. Sherlock smirked when you made an idiot out of the others. He, of course, had already solved the murder but he took you along because he valued your contributions and you were one of the only people that could challenge his intelligence.

“Well done,” He praised you as you both walked away from the scene. His smile faded as he laid his eyes upon a man getting out of a black taxi. That man was not a happy bunny.

“You took her out of school?” Your father roared as he strode over towards you.

“Well she wasn’t very interested in-”

“I don’t care, Sherlock! Y/N, you’re taking your A levels next month!”

“I know, dad,” You replied with a sigh. “But they’re all incredibly boring. And besides, I want to be a detective like Uncle Sherlock!” He wasn’t your biological uncle but he’d been like a second father to you since your mum, Mary Watson, died when you were a baby. She left John a single father with you and your twin sister Rosie. “Going out with him gives me experience!”

“You also need grades to become a detective, Y/N.”

“But dad…”

“Y/N, I’m taking you back to school.”

“Ugh!” You stormed into the taxi that was waiting.

“Sherlock, I’ll have a word with you back in Baker Street!”



You were sat in chemistry listening to the teacher babbling on, when a classmate passed you a note. It read:

Meet me in Hyde Park after school. There is a great case that I would really value your opinion on. - SH.



pairing: john laurens x reader

word count: 1200

warnings: lots of teasing, john talking about sex, swearing

summary: it’s raining, it’s a saturday, and the power is out. being two adults in love, what is it that you choose to do to pass the time with - playing games, of course!

a/n: enjoy <3

It was raining.

“I hate the rain,” John pouted.

“Me too,” you grumbled, falling back down in bed.

It was a Saturday, which was good, because you really didn’t want to drive to work in this horrendous, almost torrential rain storm. This also meant, however, that you had next to no food and John would refuse to go (‘it’ll make my hair fuzzy’, he always said, and he would defend his locks with his life), and you had to eat whatever scraps you had left in the cupboard. Rainy days were both a blessing and a curse – it gave you an excuse to stay home, but there were so many things that could make it a terrible experience, such as the power going out…

Which is exactly, when you thought about it, what happened next.

“Fuck, babe, the power’s out,” John told you.

“Yes, Johnny dearest, I could tell.”

“Man, what are we going to do?” John groaned.

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A Little Love and Lots of Laughs// Sherlock Holmes

Originally posted by fangirlhani

I’m going to try to fill most of my requests today: so here’s the first one!

Requested by @undiscoveries

It’s been five years since you met Sherlock Holmes, four since you fell in love, and three since you married. To top it all off, you have a son and daughter who are the clone of you and the Detective; they happen to love picnics and swimming and spending time with their cousin Rosie and Uncle John. What’s better than a family day?


y/s/n - your sons name

y/d/n - your daughters name

  *This is set several years after Season 4, but the two of you met in Season 2 right before the Reichenbach. So in hindsight, Rosie is probably about five or six.

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Date Night

“I’m not rescheduling again John.” You say angrily, heading upstairs to take off your shoes. You had gotten ready for a date; one of your nicer dresses, your dancing shoes, everything, just to be stood up. Again.

“Y/N, come on. It’s only 11:30, we could still go out. The kids are still at Polly’s aren’t they?” He says, trailing behind you as you get into your pajamas.

“Yeah, they are, maybe you should go stay with them for the night.” You say angrily, throwing clothes at him.

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It Takes Time

I actually love this. Thanks anon for requesting this. It was incredibly fun to write. Please let me know what you guys think of this.

Pairing: Laurens x reader

Warning: a little cursing

Requested: Yes, anon requested #64 (”Time changes people”) with Laurens

Requests are open. 

Word Count: 1805


Everyone had just assumed you and John Laurens had always hated each other. Everyone always assumed that just because you and John bickered nonstop, you couldn’t stand each other.

In actuality, you never minded John Laurens until eighth grade. Kindergarten through seventh had been meaningless poking fun at each other. It was never anything truly hurtful until eighth grade.

John Laurens had gotten taller and hotter. Meanwhile, you and your best friend, Eliza, were late bloomers.

This became his favorite topic in eighth grade to make fun of you. You could hold your own and fired back comments usually.

“Hey, y/n” Laurens would call out to you. “Let me show you this picture. You’ll laugh your ass off. Oh wait. You don’t have one.”

His friends would then proceed to laugh.

“Hey, Laurens” you’d retort. “Do you act like a huge dick to cover up for the fact that you have a small one?”
His friends would yell “oohs” in return.

You’d walk away in dignity, but secretly these comments hurt you. You only ever told Eliza and Eliza’s older sister Angelica, who was a year older than you and Eliza. She was like an older sister to you, so when you started high school with her, she stuck up for you. Laurens certainly never dared to cross Angelica, but when Angelica wasn’t there (which was too often) you two constantly bickered over anything and everything.
It got so bad, Mr. Washington wouldn’t even let you and Laurens debate against each other in debate club anymore.

Suddenly in junior year, you began to fill out. Laurens’s friends couldn’t keep their eyes off you. You started to stare a little longer at Laurens. Laurens started to place himself nearer to you whenever he could.

You couldn’t help but hate him for making your life miserable for the three years prior to this, so you continued to bicker and mess with him.

Also in junior year, a man by the name of Charles Lee came into your life. Sure, he was notorious for making terrible comments about teacher and exes in the locker room, but you always thought that to be a silly rumor. You believed the best of Charles. When he asked you to dinner and a movie, you agreed.

You and Eliza spent all night picking out your outfit, with Angelica offering her advice.

“Now, y/n,” she said seriously. “Promise me you won’t sleep with him. At least wait until you to go official to sleep with him so he doesn’t try to ghost you.”

You rolled your eyes.
“I promise, Angie,” you gave her an endearing, yet loving smile.

The night went perfectly. Charles was a perfect gentleman. As soon as you got home, you ran next door, to Eliza’s house and stayed up all night squealing over it.

You stayed true to your promise to Angelica, though, which led to you and Charles making things official after two dates.  

Two days after you two made it official, a steaming Laurens came up to you after school.

“Lee? Really? You’re dating Lee?” he asked incredulously.

“Yeah, I’m really dating Lee,” you answered in a sarcastic tone.

“He’s not a good guy, y/n. He says terrible things about all the girls he hooks up with. He doesn’t like you like that. He only wants to hook up with you,” John warned.

“Pardon?” you narrowed your eyes. “That’s not true. We’re together now.”

“Trust me. Do you think anyone, especially Lee, looked at you like that before you got hot? He just thinks you’re hot now. So does everyone else. He just wants to be the first to get to you,” John yelled, stepping closer to you.

“Excuse me? So what, he didn’t notice me before. I’m hot now, but he also noticed my personality,” you matched his tone and stepped so you were toe to toe.

“He’s just going to hurt you,” John yelled.

“Well since when do you care? Last I checked, we hated each other,” you yelled, causing Laurens to take a breath and a step back.

“I just…I don’t want to see you get hurt,” John walked away, leaving you confused.

The next day nothing changed.

You and Lee had lasted a full year. Every time you were with Charles in the hallway and saw Laurens, you made sure to give him a pointed look.

At the beginning of your senior year, you dumped Lee. He had been distant, and you decided to keep things light and fun for your senior year.

Lee had other ideas. After calling and texting you nonstop for a week, he decided to start trashing you to all his friends.

The school already knew that you had dumped him, but he told all his friends rumors they promptly spread. According to Lee, you had begged for him back (a rumor you quickly stomped away by showing Lee’s clingy texts to anyone who asked). You were also terrible in bed, clingy, and moody (all these rumors were also quickly demolished by your screenshots of old texts).

Soon enough, the rumors diminished. You couldn’t help but notice that Laurens was missing a few days after the rumors stopped.

A few months later you graduated, with a few pokes of fun at Laurens. You thought you’d never see him again, a party right before you left for college in August.

He wasn’t so bad lately. You two were indifferent. You’d both grown up and weren’t as petty any more.

At that party, you saw Laurens. You were confused when he marched right over to you. Your lips began to form a question, but Laurens slammed his soft lips into yours. Slowly, butterflies you hadn’t known had existed, erupted in your stomach. However, Laurens pulled back once he realized where he was. He tensed and stammered for a moment.

“Meet me by the bench in the gardens in ten,” he disappeared into the crowd.

You were left dazed and confused. You hadn’t realized it, but somewhere along the way, you’d caught feelings for John. You smiled lightly and touched your lips softly.

You found Eliza talking to Hamilton, still crushing ever so helplessly on him.

“They’re so happy. I’m glad I pushed them into talking to each other,” a familiar voice smiled.

“Angelica!” you squealed. “I thought you had to leave early.”

“I decided to come back to help you and Eliza move into your dorm at Columbia together,” she smiled. “Well, you look happy.”

“Well… A certain boy might have just kissed me,” you smiled.

“Uh huh. What would his name be?” A small smile graced Angelica’s face.

“John” you mumbled.

Angelica choked on her drink.
“John Laurens? The man you hated?” she asked.

“Yeah well, time changes people,” you smiled.

“Y/n…you realize it’s only been a month,” Angelica giggled. “But if he makes you happy, enjoy yourself.”

You just smiled brightly.

The ten minutes passed, quickly. You slipped outside, your heart starting to pound.

You stood next to the bench and squinted your eyes trying to find John.

When you spotted him, your heart sank.

There he stood, with his three friends behind him.

“Dude, I told you she’d come,” Hamilton whispered, giggling. They were all giggling. John was standing in the middle stifling at laugh, while making direct eye contact with you.

Your vision blurred with tears. You felt like an idiot. Of course John Laurens didn’t like you. He hated you. You hated him.

You hated John Laurens.


Four years later, you had long since forgotten John Laurens.

Yes, you two went to the same University, lived in the same dorm, and most of your friends were mutual, but you didn’t care. You ignored him until the hate and butterflies left. You never forgave him, but you couldn’t dwell on it either.

Eliza had finally talked to Hamilton enough to marry him. The two of you had gotten close, but avoided speaking of that night.

Hamilton and his friends (excluding Laurens) weren’t as bad as you thought. You often hung out even. Both of you knew they were forgiven for that night without saying anything.

“So y/n, Alex and I want to ask you something” you smiled at the happily engaged couple.

“Okay, shoot,” you smiled.

“Will you be my maid of honor?” she asked excited.

“Of course!” you screamed. “I’m so honored.”

The wedding planning went quickly. It was finally the night of the rehearsal dinner.

“Excuse me?” a deep, oddly familiar voice asked. “Are you the maid of hon-” he stopped abruptly when he saw your face.

“Laurens, hi” you smiled. “I’m the maid of honor. You must be the best man.”

“Yeah,” he laughed awkwardly.

You glance over at Eliza, asking for help. She smiled at you in pity.

The dinner went by awkwardly and quickly. Angelica was rehearsing her speech for the next night to you, when John approached you.

“Listen, y/n. Can we talk?” John asked.

You looked at Angelica, pleadingly.

“You need to talk to him,” Angelica whispered to you.

“Fine,” you quipped. “Talk.” You stood still in front of him.

“Look that night. I was just scared. You were so pretty and I just couldn’t control myself. I crushed on you for so long that I just. I don’t know. The kiss was real. But I wasn’t supposed to love you. So, I panicked and told my friends that I told you to meet me here for a copy of my application essay because we kept arguing who’s was better. They laughed because they couldn’t believe you were that dedicated to being right. I’m so sorry. I will always regret ruining our chances at falling in love,” Laurens said, looking down.

“When did you start having feelings for me?” you asked.

“In eleventh grade, when I saw you with Lee. Suddenly all the reasons I hated you, became the reasons I loved you.  I tried to repress the feelings. I did well, but then you two broke up. He kept spreading rumors in the locker room, which I warned you about. I kept myself at bay, but then he started showing those asshole friends of his pictures of you and I just couldn’t let that slide. I punched him. I couldn’t let him get away with that,” he finished meeting your gaze.

“Oh John,” you marveled at his sparkling eyes. “You did that for me?”

He nodded, looking down.

“Well, that day you kissed me I realized, I’ve always loved you.” You tilted his head to meet your gaze. “And I’ve just realized, I still love you.”

“How? After all I’ve done?” John asked.

“Time changes people.” You smiled. “If you kiss me, promise not to run away?” you asked.

“Promise.” He smiled.

With that, your lips crashed together, and the butterflies you’d repressed for years came fluttering back.

Done with your bullshit // Sherlock x Reader

Words // 1100 (be proud of me okay this is long)

Warnings // None, I suppose mentions of drug abuse

Summary // After knowing him for 10+ years you’ve gotten sick of Sherlock’s bullshit (Set during The Lying Detective)

A/N // I’m thinking about writing both more Headcanons and Hamilton but I’m not sure yet, I’m trying to write more Sherlock if you want it.

Originally posted by darlingtonsubstitution

“Hello dear,’’ Mrs. Hudson greeted you and you smiled but didn’t say anything back. You took a deep breath, it had been a week since you last visited Sherlock as you had finally gotten fed up with all his bullshit then, which was a surprise to both him and yourself as you had been with him through a lot of bullshit, more than you should’ve really put up with.

You had met Sherlock in University, you were studying [favourite subject] and once day you were working in the library on a project when you met him, he was rude and basically the exactly same he was now. It was funny though to think back, at first you weren’t really interested in Sherlock but he seemed rather interested in you which is why he did something rather close to stalking but you eventually forgave him for that. It was specially funny back then to see him as now he had fully embraced his height and was comfortable with it but when you had met him he was the ‘awkward tall’ and didn’t seem to really fit in his body which didn’t help with his less than lacking people skills.

You had truly been through all his bullshit, the two of you become somewhat good friends through University which made Mycroft force himself to inspect you and had a somewhat experience like John had, Mycroft was impressed with all your knowledge of your subject and a few others that related to it and deemed you somewhat worthy, you could hold an intelligent conversation with him which was more than most people could which is why he left you alone from then on.

A few years after you two had finished University you had discovered about Sherlock’s drug abuse and that wasn’t something you took lightly, there was a moment where you two had a non-existent friend-ship but eventually he apologized and didn’t necessarily promise you to stop, he promised you to only use it in extreme cases when he had to deal with boredom and you hesitantly agreed to that, knowing that he got bored easily but also that he recently had been solving a few cases for Scotland Yard

You were happy when he met John and found it very nice to know he was normal and he was surprised Sherlock was able to maintain a normal person as his friend for so long. John was able to vent with you about all the things Sherlock did which you had experienced before and it was nice for him and for you to talk to someone who’s able to relate.

You were shocked when the news hit you that Sherlock had killed himself but then Mycroft had appeared at your door, explaining the situation. Sherlock wasn’t dead but Moriarity was, you didn’t really know Moriarity at all. When he came onto the scene Sherlock was extremely careful with you and made sure to keep you at more of a distance so he wouldn’t use you, you understood it when he explained it. It was extremely hard though, you tried to drop subtle hints to John that Sherlock was alive but it was hopeless. You tried to give him the best support you could and were relieved when he started to move on with Mary because he was getting his life back on track rather than dwelling on the past. He made a very active effort to stay in touch which was nice.

You sighed, you did really put up with all the bullshit there was going on but then you had gotten sick of it, what happened to Mary was horrible and very sad and you were also consumed with grief, she had become a good friend of yours, and you understood John but you just couldn’t get around how he blamed it on Sherlock. He didn’t seem to remember how the years were when Sherlock was supposedly dead which made you rather angry with John but it was worse with Sherlock.

You opened the door and was surprised at Sherlock who was on the couch, his eyes shut, and Wiggins who was sitting behind a laptop. You didn’t like Wiggins but you didn’t necessarily hate him, he was okay but it was just the drugs part that made you almost hate him.

“He’s actually sleeping?’’ You said, almost amused.

“Sort of, passed out, I had to drag him up here. Mrs. Hudson seems to terrified to come in here.’’ He replied and you nodded. Within a few seconds he was gone. You looked at the different pictures which were pinned into the wall, it were just a few above the couch of someone you had seen on the telly but you couldn’t quite remember his name, he was someone important or something like that.

“What are you doing here?’’ Sherlock asked as you were towering over him, your eyes still on the pictures. “Who is he?’’ You asked and Sherlock grunted.

“Culverton Smith, serial killer.’’ He replied once he got up, you gave him a look. “Any evidence?’’

“Just know it.’’ He replied and you laughed. “Of course you do.’’

He smiled for a second and then asked: “What are you doing here?’’

“Well, dunno. I still don’t know whether to apologize or be angry with you after last week,’’ You said and started to walk over to the other side of the room, casting a curious glance at the knife stabbed in something. “I’ve been through so much stupid bullshit with you, drug abuse, you pretending to be dead, stalking me at uni, remember that?’’ You said with a small chukle and he nodded.

“You need to stop this because I’m sick of all this bullshit. I’ve been through enough for ten life times, with both you and your lovely brother who thinks it’s appropriate to stalk someone if they meet you,’’ Sherlock smiled. “There are plenty of people who care for you, even go as far to love you.’’ You said with a tired sigh.

“Like who?’’ He countered.

“Mrs. Hudson, Mycroft, John and no don’t you dare comment because he does, basically all the people who you solved the murder of a friend or relative are thankful to you for god’s sake! Even me.’’ You said, frustration was obvious

“You love me?’’ He said, almost in disbelief.

“Oh shut up you’re supposedly the great consulting detective, too smart to use the tile of private detective. Of course I do, seems everyone who meets you is slightly charmer or scared away.’’

“I’m sorry.’’ And that’s where it all started.

RIGHT, so as I know it, there’s a rather incorrect view of who Robin Hood was and what Robin Hood did. Which is nobody’s fault, because if you spend the last century (aye, century) pushing the Merry Good Bandit in kids’ media, of course perception of the man will change. Which is amazing, because now I get to tell you, with my usual extreme pleasure and joy, some stuff about Robin Hood: The Original Mythos. So strap up, get comfy, and get ready to hear today’s tale about how Robin Hood makes friends just like in the shonen animes of the 80s and early 90s: Fighting them to the death riverside.

We already discussed how Robin Hood became an outlaw because he killed half of Nottingham in a failed stealth section after getting denied some cash he won in a bet. We are going to skip the parts were he starts building his murderous mass of Merry Men, not forgetting to mention that they live in a mansion (”give to the poor” my ASS) in a forest and that Robin Hood cannot whistle so he has a big curved horn with him at all times, which, if blown 3 times, signals the “OH SHIT LADS” alarm and all bandits go help him. We are going directly to how he met and made allies with his famous friend, Little John.

OK SO, one time, Robin Hood had nothing to do. Roads were empty, the lads were still hung over from last night, no commotion was happening in Nottingham, it was a lazy Sunday. The problem with this is that Robin DOES NOT LIKE LAZY SUNDAYS and also that he’s a PSYCHOPATH-SLASH-OUTLAW, so his boredom puts us all at peril. Robin gets all up in a fuss and yells “THIS SUCKS I AM BORED I AM GOING TO LOOK FOR TROUBLE”, which he does, and what do you know, it’s not three damn steps out of his Murder Mansion when he runs into trouble, because if there’s something Robin’s really good at, aside from shooting sharpened death stick out of that catapult he calls a bow, is getting himself knee deep into shit by circumstance. Luck: E-

There’s this river, see, and the only thing that leads to the other side is a log. Robin wants to Get There, so he starts walking on the log, when he suddenly bumps into a wall. A wall of muscle and fear, I mean, because right in front of him, midways through, stood a giant of a man, 7 feet of hospital-filling brawn, which calls Robin’s archer eyes into question, because how do you NOT SEE a 7 feet tall monster truck made into a person in a thin fucking log. How does he even land his arrows. I retract my previous statement, he has Luck: EX.

So they are at an IMPASSE because neither can cross now. “HEY THERE fella” asked Robin. “D’you mind stepping back to the other end so I can cross?”. “I most definitely do mind, as a matter of fact” replied the beefmountain, speaking in Muscle dialect, which is when you flex your pecs and biceps in just the right way to make comprehensible English words. “Why, that’s just wonderful!” declared an ecstatic Robin. “I get to shoot you now, thanks!” because, please remember, Robin Hood is a psychopath.

But before Hoodie could nock an arrow, a big BZZZZZZZT horn stopped him. “WOAH WOAH woah man, really? Bow and arrow? Under THESE circumstances? I am in a THIN LOG and you are going to give me the Porcupine Experience with a longbow from like 4 steps away? Sounds like… And don’t take this the wrong way… Like a PUSSY thing to do, my dude.”

So Robin, who is mostly a brutish outlaw but not that dumb, realizes that if he shoots the guy here, his reputation will go to hell. You can’t have that, since PR is pretty important when you are ambiguously good. Or maybe he just didn’t like getting called a pussy. Probably the latter, the thing is, Robin says “FINE MOM” and puts the bow down, head back to his side of the log bridge, outright jumps in the shrubbery, and produces this big ass stick, since oak was aplenty in that forest and, if you have had a full and colorful childhood like me, you know oak branches hurt like a fornicators of female parental figures when used as bludgeoning utensils. The huge man, whose name was John Little, headed back to his own side of the bridge and also produced a big ass stick of his own.

Now, I want to make a very important pause here: Robin headed back. His whole purpose of prodding this giant’s ribs was because he didn’t want to head back. But he did. To accomplish his purpose of not heading back, he headed back. To fulfill his mission, he failed the mission. Do you see what I am trying to say here? MYTHOLOGY. Now, John had the perfect opportunity to, y’know, cross while Robin was playing Twister with the bushes to find his stick. John, instead, went and fetched his own stick. Why? Because John sure as hell won’t pass the luxurious opportunity to beat a tiny man to death with a club. Bottomline: Everyone in 1400s England was a dangerous psychopath.

So they are READY to play American Gladiators on nature’s own tightrope, and the showdown BEGINS. And by “BEGINS” I mean “ENDS IMMEDIATELY” because it takes John “The Undertaker” Little like 4 seconds to straight up fracture Robin Hood’s skull with his 7 feet tall muscles and send him right into the river and almost the afterlife. So John’s feeling pretty good about himself when Robin resurfaces, smiling. “What the wtf are you laughing about, mate, I CRACKED YOUR SKULL open, that’s usually not very funny for the recipient” and Robin is just like slapping his knee with childlike glee, looking up at the man. “Aw man, see, you just bashed my skull in, so there’s sixty-odd VERY PISSED outlaws in that forest right there just waiting for me to give the signal to eradicate you from this world to the atomic level by sheer number of arrows that are about to hit every part of your existence.”

John’s no longer too pleased about himself.

One of the Murderous Merry Men shouted at that point. “HEY BRO SO DO WE ATOMIZE HIM NOW OR WHEN HE STARTS RUNNING”. But Robin, see, part of Robin’s romance is that he is an unpredictable swashbuckler. “NEITHER, MY FRIEND” he yells back, and faces the uncomfortable Huge Little. 

“Hey man, I love men that can give me concussions. I’m Robin Hood, those are my bandits, we get drunk and then we rob people on the roads, wanna come and beat the crap out of people with me?”


So Robin, the creative psychopath, looked at him and christened John Little as Little John, reborn as a concussion-making machine, outlaw, and friend. Afterwards, it turns out John is also ridiculously good with the bow and arrow, around Robin’s level. Thus a beautiful bromance (and I kid not when I say there’s tons of subtext) is born.

The real moral of this story is to remind us of how human nature works: If someone can fracture your skull, you probably want them on your side. See: Gilgamesh and Enkidu, Robin Hood and Little John, Gawain and Lancelot, Goku and Piccolo, etc.

anonymous asked:

Can you do some poly!hamilsquad with their s/o please? *sends all of the huggles*

boss’ memo : i live for poly!hamilsquad!!!!! since you didn’t specify on a drabble, i’m going to give you headcanons, okay? just tell me if that wasn’t to your tastes! also?

  • they sleep in a pile. not joking–they make it work somehow!
    • you sleep clutched to hercules’ chest, one leg thrown over john’s hips. john’s spooned by lafayette, and when alex comes to bed, he just lays on top of you guys. (he likes being the little spoon to either you or john–but you’re softer, and less likely to kick during sleep)
    • you wake up on top of hercules with someone’s face pressed into your neck. its usually john or alex, but mostly john, because he likes pressing his face into a pillow or you when he’s trying to go to bed.
    • hercules is awake before everyone else and will kiss your neck!! tbh most of your hickies are from him. he also runs very warm, so he’s excellent during the winter. and he won’t let himself be defeated by the summer, so you have to pry this one off of you so you stop sweating.
    • side note : lafayette is extremely cuddly and will absolutely fill any space not taken up by anyone else . beware! he’s also a blanket hog!
  • (for modern AU) who you should play video games with : lafayette . he is the only one with the slightest amount of chill who won’t pout when he loses. also, he’s capable of losing.
    • alexander is BANNED from playing mario party. BANNED!!
    • he’s going to start talking about politics based on the star system with john. uh, just let them work it out and try not to scream if they mention communism
    • hercules wins every game (this and smash bros are the only games he really puts any work in to do well and it shows) because you’re all distracted with the heated debate and it’s not necessarily a bad thing since he always wants a kiss when he does. honestly just give up on playing, sit in his lap, and smooch ‘em!
    • while he’s distracted by you, lafayette ends up winning. hercules swears you two are teaming up on him.
  • SPEAKING OF SMOOCHES!! i hope you’re a fan!
    • alex appreciates it if you give him nighttime kisses–as in, you convince him to go to bed through promises of “more of those, please”!! he gets very greedy (read: he will never be satisfied) and things escalate quickly with him, but he can’t help himself! your kisses make his mind blank and he can’t say anything for once other than the fact that he wants more. he also appreciates forehead kisses, and if you’re shorter than him, he will lean down for you. wreck him!!
      • style : desperate
    • ill just be simple about it : kiss john’s freckles. he will do anything for you if you kiss his cheeks or the bridge of his nose. he usually will catch your mouth before you pull back!! he’s the handsy-est and you can expect a hand on the back of your head or your hips. he likes to move his fingers through your hair, or rub the back of your neck. no matter how confident he started out going in, he always ends up being red to his ear tips. john’s ticklish and is likely to start laughing if you bring your lips anywhere near his neck. he tries to overwhelm you with the sheer amount of kisses he gives because it makes you giggle–and you have such a cute laugh!!
      • style : playful
    • lafayette is passionate as hell and it might be a bit of surprise but: he’s the roughest kisser of the bunch. he’s the type to suddenly pick you up and push you against the wall because the mood strikes him. he always pulls back with a grin on his face because of your disheveled state. you should kiss it off him, maybe turn the tables a little bit? don’t let him even slightly near your neck because he’ll see what hercules did and he’ll get very competitive. you’re not going anywhere until he’s done , oops! his weakness is his jawline–so kiss it.
      • style : rough
    • last on the list but certainly not in my heart : hERCULES MULLIGAN!! let me just start out with : he’s a teddy bear!!! his kisses are really gentle and soft because he just wants to enjoy the moment with you! he’ll usually pull you into his lap and give you kisses as he works. but, he’s got an evil secret: he is the Biggest Tease of All Time™. not even joking, he will kiss you passionately and then move back/straighten up so you can’t reach him. like lafayette, he likes seeing you desperate for more. he’s the reason that not only you, but alex, john, and lafayette are all marked up. he’s also the biggest fan of kisses (rivaling alex) and adores any amount of affection you give him. (he returns two times as much.)
      • style : teasing

kinda went overboard on the kissing hcs–but that doesn’t matter,
don’t forget to send in requests !!

Bar Fight

John Laurens x Reader 

Note: So I changed around the requests in my Queue a little because I wanted to write this one for Lou to cheer her up because she was upset! So here you go honey I hope you enjoy! Next up is a Thomas Jefferson request (just to break up what would have been three John Laurens in a row)

Request: @ladytwice MY COMPUTER’S FINALLY BACK AND I CAN COME HERE AND REQUEST PROPERLY YASS!!! I actually have to respond a few asks so I don’t have time to do it properly but how about a “meet after getting stuck in the middle of a bar fight and are hiding behind the counter together” with Johnny John? (yup I have a thing for him) Pretty please? Also, YOU FREAKING ROCK STEPH <3


Word Count: 987

Originally posted by ham4damn

You’re not really sure how the bar erupted into such chaos. One minute everything was calm, a few loud talking men and someone was singing but nothing out of the ordinary for a Saturday night. The next thing you knew someone had punched someone else and soon almost everyone in the bar was hitting someone.

You freeze in your place behind the bar, the fear pooling in your stomach. From your spot there’s no way you can get to the door to get out and if you tried to get through the large crowd of fighting men there would be no way for you to avoid getting hurt.

With no other choice you drop to the ground, pushing back into a small gap under the bar pulling your knees to your chest and hope that this is all over soon and no one discovers your hiding place.

However of course it doesn’t take long at all for someone to also seek cover behind the bar. A face pops up in front of yours. The man smiles at you his curly hair tied back, freckles scattered all over his face and the unmistakable uniform of a revolutionary.

You’ve noticed him around before, always here with his three friends drinking and having a good time. You always thought he was cute but never had the courage to say anything to him.

“Hello there” He says, a small smile on his lips. You take a breath and give him as much of a smile you can, praying his seemingly friendly demeanour isn’t fake.

“Hello” you say quietly.

“My name’s John. John Laurens. Are you alright?” he asks, carefully sliding in next to you.

He keeps smiling at you, the kindness clear on his face and you begin to relax.

“I-I’m Y/N LN. I can’t get out of here. There’s no way I would be able to get through to reach the door” you explain, looking down to fiddle with a loose thread on your skirt.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asks and you nod. “Alright hold on a moment. MULLIGAN!” He slides back out from under the bar and sticks his head up, waving someone over.

A much larger man comes around to your side of the bar and looks down on the two of you with a confused look on his face. You can tell by the way his uniform is slightly ripped and the blood on his hands that he had been fighting someone just before John called him over.  

“Help me get her out of here” John tells him.

He jumps to his feet and holds his hand out for you to take. You can tell that he means well, that this isn’t just some trick to get you alone so you take the chance and slide your hand into his and let him pull you to your feet.

“This is Hercules by the way. Herc this is Y/N. Now let’s get out of here” John keeps a tight grip on your hand as he leads you out from behind the bar and in the direction of the door.

The fight is still in full swing as he pulls you along, trying to avoid the flailing limbs of the other men crowding the room. Hercules sticks close behind the two of you, ready to pounce on anyone who tries to stop John from getting you out.

After stepping over the body of a man passed out in the doorway you finally make it out onto the street. The air is so much fresher compared to inside and it’s strangely quiet after the loud sounds of the fight.

“Are you alright now miss?” John asks you, smiling at you again.

“Yes. Thank you, both of you that was very kind” you tell them, looking up at them both.

“No problems at all, a girl as beautiful as you should not risk getting caught up in something like that” Hercules groans and rolls his eyes.

“Laurens, clearly she’s still frightened stop pestering her right now” he mutters, looking back towards the open door of the bar.

John chuckles and strips off his coat, slipping it around your shoulders. When you feel the warmth of his coat you realise just how cold it is outside.

“Do you think Hamilton and Lafayette can make it out on their own or should I help them?” Hercules asks, looking over his shoulder at you and John.

“Lafayette can take care of himself but you should probably make sure no one’s killed Alex for those insults he was throwing around earlier” John points out. Hercules nods and heads back into the bar.

“Are you sure you’re alright Miss Y/N?” you can see the kindness in his eyes as you stare into them and you give him a small nod.

“I am, thank you. I was afraid someone would find me down there and… well I do not think it would have been very pretty if they did so thank you very much for getting me out of there” You explain to him.

“Would you like me to escort you home? I can ask Mulligan to also join us if you like?” he suggests.

“It sounds as if Mulligan might be busy with your friends. If it’s not too much trouble though would you possibly escort me?” you ask.

John intrigues you, he’s sweet and kind. You already feel comfortable to be alone with him despite only meeting him minutes ago. He offers you his arm and you take it, holding onto him tight.

“Of course. Mulligan should be able to guess where I’ve gone if I’m not back before they come out” He explains as he begins to lead you down the street.

As you walk down the street towards your home, arm in arm with John Laurens you hope that you get to see more of him sometime soon.

Nippers - John Shelby

22, john Shelby

From this prompt list:

22)  “Did you just hiss at me?”


She’s walked in like she owned the place; revealed in the attention she got as she walked and headed straight to the bar with her friends, clearing a way as she did. She was leant so casually against the bar now and John watched as another man approached her.

Every time she’s here a few more blokes try their luck. She turns them all away, politely and with class, but with a look in her eyes that says “try anything else and I’ll skin you alive.”

John tells himself he’s trying to figure out the best way to approach her, but another evening is passing by and he still can’t bring himself to make a move. He’d never admit it, but deep down he’s hoping she’ll go with someone else. At least then he’ll have a reason for not talking to her and he could rightfully wallow in self-pity.

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quiet-hubris  asked:

can i request 4 with burr/laurens? <333

(for passersby, here’s the prompt meme. Prompt is:  Making them a friendship bracelet after years of marriage) Enjoy <3

Aaron had been at the computer for a long time. He wasn’t sure how long, having lost track of time somewhere along the way. The case wasn’t done, so he wasn’t done. Alexander had been needling him again, about motivation and commitment. As usual.

There was a mug of tea by his side. Aaron did not remember where it came from, certain for a fact that he had not gotten up to make it. Unthinkingly, he dipped a finger in- it was ice cold. It also wasn’t there the last time Aaron had looked up from his work.

Carefully, Aaron took stock of his surroundings. A plate with crusts sat further out- but hadn’t John brought him soup? No, that was earlier, he’s had the sandwich sometime later. Aaron blinked, surprised to find his eyes dry and irritated. He stretched, there was a painful kink in his neck.

Aaron took a peek at the clock, and winced at the time. “John? Dear?” His throat rasped. A trickle of guilt wormed its way into Aaron’s chest. John had been quietly taking care of him all day, and he’d barely even noticed. Aaron knew John had damn good reasons for hating that.

Almost stumbling, Aaron stood up and poked his head out the study. The lights were on, but the big living room windows revealed the incriminating pitch-black outside. “You here?” Aaron wouldn’t blame John for going to bed. He was not being a charitable spouse.

Somehow, though, John was curled up on the couch, under a blanket but awake and with a book. His head poked up at Aaron’s voice. “Finally done, sugar?” His smile was small, a little uncertain.

Aaron’s guilt doubled. “Yeah, I’m done. Sorry for ignoring you all night, you didn’t have to stay up for my sake.”

John’s smile grew, a touch more genuine. “I stayed up because I wanted to. Of course, whether or not I forgive you is dependent on what you do next.”

The words only made Aaron’s heart fall. “I’m sorry. You know I won’t be able to sleep right away after this. It’s my fault for letting Alexander wind me up, I know, but all I can think about is that case.” It wasn’t the first time Aaron had overworked himself and tried to sleep right after, nor the first time John tried to help him sleep anyways. “I can lie in bed next to you, though?”

Somehow, John’s smile did not fall, and did not morph into that disappointed look when Aaron refused to take care of himself. “Not that. Somehow, after years of marriage, I’ve learned that much. But I’ve been looking online, and I found an interesting idea. One to distract you.”

“Oh?” Aaron felt a smirk growing. “What kind of thing online?” His voice went low, and he moved over to John’s side. “I wouldn’t mind a distraction.” Aaron leaned over, snaking an arm over John’s shoulder, cornering him into the couch.

“Hah!” John snorted at his attempts at seduction. The noise startled Aaron into losing his balance, poor after a whole day of not moving. He fell against John’s chest with a yelp. “Darling, you are adorable.” Aaron felt a sloppy wet kiss against the crown of his head.

“I’d rather be sexy,” Aaron grumbled.

John laughed, airy breaths tickling the wet spot on his head. “You are, when you haven’t been hunched over a laptop since dawn. And no, it’s not that kind of distraction.”

Aaron whined, cuddling into the body underneath him and nuzzling into his chest. “Why not?”

“I’ve got something better than sex. Look!” John tapped Aaron’s ear with his phone. Aaron obliged, looking up and into a picture.

“Friendship bracelets?” Aaron raised his brows, baffled. “Do we even have the coloured string for it?”

“No, but going to the dollar store three blocks away will get us both some fresh air, and I’ve heard they’re very good for distracting people from negative thought.”

Aaron hummed. Truthfully, he didn’t feel like making friendship bracelets, and the whole idea sounded dumb. But John wanted to try it, and he only wanted to help, and he was looking at Aaron with that soft, playful grin on his face.

Aaron sighed. “I’ll get my shoes on.”


The air outside was brisk; the walk to and from the store actually pleasant. A light flush rose in John’s freckled cheeks from the cold. Aaron couldn’t stop himself from leaning his face in, either to nose or lightly kiss the cool, reddened skin.

“Oh my god, how are you so damn clingy!” John pushed Aaron off, putting on a face of mock exasperation quickly ruined by barely-held back laughter.

Aaron snorted, holding no such restraint. “Only when I’m work-exhausted. Don’t pretend you aren’t cuddly after a long overtime shift- I was perfectly non-touchy before you, you know.”

John sighed, unlocking the apartment door and pulling a shoe off with his free hand. “Fuck that, you’ve craved physical contact from the beginning. I just taught you not to be shy about it.”

Aaron sighed, toeing his shoes off as well. “Still your fault.” He peered over at the plastic bag John was already dumping over the coffee table. “We can’t possibly need that many thread colours.”

John’s eyes widened, as if serious. “You can never have too many colours in a friendship bracelet. Have you never been to summer camp?”

Aaron padded over with a wry smile. “No, actually. Never made any friendship bracelets either, before you ask.” A genuine note of surprise quickly overtook John’s previous teasing.

Suddenly, Aaron’s arms were full of Husband. “This is awful. How have you never made a friendship bracelet? My childhood sucked and I still got to.” Arms tightened across Aaron’s back. Aaron patted his back in return, touched despite the dramatics.

“It just never came up. I’m not saying I never had friends as a kid, you know, we just never went to camp or made bracelets. I had to work in the summer, usually.”

“Ugh,” John made an automatic, disgusted sound. Aaron could relate, when it came to his childhood.

“Though, you know,” Aaron said, quietly because John’s ear was so close already. “You can show me how.”

John  nodded. “I’d love to.” He punctuated his words with a quick kiss on the lips. No matter how long they were together, Aaron would never get used to how nice casual affections were. Then, he shot Aaron a mischievous little smile and ducked down a bit, bending his knees. With a sharp heave, John lifted Aaron, waddled over to the table with Aaron only a scant few inches above the ground, and dropped him down on the couch.

Aaron blinked, dazed into silence at his husband’s casual show of strength- despite not being much taller than Aaron himself. “You just wait there sugar, and I’ll get some fresh decaf tea.” Aaron would never get used to that, either.

In the end, the bracelet itself was simple. John demonstrated for a few minutes, strands of colourful string taped to the table on one end for leverage, and twisted over each other. It was a very repeatable pattern.

“Your colours are boring, sugar.” John said, raising an eyebrow.

Aaron frowned at his Red and Brown. “I like them, what’s wrong with them?”

“You need more! Come on, where’s your pink? Your orange? Your teal?” John gestured dramatically at the veritable pile of colours. “You need four minimum.” 

It would, perhaps, be a shame to waste such variety. Aaron huffed a short laugh, and reached for the White and Black. John sighed. “You’re hopeless.”

John’s bracelet, of course, had every colour he could feasibly use. “One of us has to be the reasonable one.”

“Oh, just keep braiding. We’ll see whose it better.” And so Aaron did.

When Aaron stopped braiding, it was only to John’s outright laugh. “Sugar, I think you’re done.”

Aaron took another look at the braided string. It’s pattern was perfect, but it was perhaps twice as long as it needed to be. Aaron tried to wonder how he had lost track of time yet again, but all he found was a yawn. He blinked slowly- was he actually sleepy?

“So, can I assume it worked?” John teased, smirking as Aaron rubbed his eyes.

“Oh shush,” Aaron objected, if only because of how damn smug John looked. But he wasn’t wrong. Aaron also couldn’t remember when the thread of case thoughts had been replaced by thoughts of actual thread. “Just show me how to tie them off.”

John obliged, but didn’t lose the self satisfied smirk. Aaron let him have it, following the directions closely.

“And now, the most important part of friendship bracelets.” John raised his voice, as if making an important announcement. Aaron humoured it, straightening his back to attention. “Give me your hand.”

Confused, Aaron did so. He watched as John took his bracelet and carefully knotted it around Aaron’s wrist. Right. He’d forgotten that these things were generally exchanged. Slowly, Aaron took John’s arm and repeated the process in turn.

“It is boring, after all.” John turned his wrist in front of his face, considering. “But it wouldn’t be you if it wasn’t at least mildly tame. Thanks, sugar.” He shot a toothy smile.

Aaron looked at his. It was exactly the mess Aaron had expected, far too many threads making the bracelet thick and bulky and an absolute eyesore of colours. “I love it,” Aaron whispered, completely sincere. “I’m also going to fall asleep. Let’s go to bed.”

John whooped, pulling Aaron into a deep kiss. “Then let’s go to bed.” He bounced to his feet.

Aaron followed, sleepy and more than a little gone. He was wearing this bracelet forever.

I Can Be Gentle

Author: C. Ford

Characters: John x Reader, Sherlock

A/N: A John x Reader fic for all the John!girls out there @martinfreemanisababe@fandomfreak221b@jessiedangerous​ and @disneychic8. Just send me an ask if you want to be tagged or untagged. I wrote this with a soupy brain, but I hope you enjoy this! Let me know what you think, feedback is always welcome :)

(Gif isn’t mine)

Summary: After getting hurt from a case, Sherlock aided your wounds. And John just doesn’t like other people touching you.

Themes: Jealous!John. John being mean. Smut. Fluffy ending.

Word Count: 1700+

“Ow! Sherlock, gentler please.” You hissed.

“Stop fidgeting then.” He answered with a sharpness to his tone as he continued to attend to your shoulder wound. You rolled your eyes at him and tried to stabilize yourself by holding onto the edges of the counter you were currently sitting on. “This is what you get for not listening to me.” He looked at you through his long lashes and you scoffed. “You deserve it.” He jokingly teased with a straight face prompting you to swat the side of his arm making him flinch a little. He smirked at your gesture and you ended up laughing with him as he finished dressing your wound.

“What’s going on?” John asked. His voice mimicked his expression, surprised yet equally steely. His fists were balled on either side as he tried not to jump to conclusions. There better be a damn good reason why you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with Sherlock standing in between your open legs.

You and Sherlock looked at him at the same time “John.” You smiled at him but then you noticed his hostile posture, as did Sherlock. He distanced himself from you, allowing John to see your injured shoulder.

“What the hell happened?” John furrowed his brows and walked to stand directly in front of you, blocking his flatmate completely. Sherlock lost a bit of balance and met your eyes with a frown before shaking it off and speaking.

“It’s a shallow cut. We were out on a case and there’s this-”

“I’m sorry mate, did it sound like I was talking to you?” John said with a sharpness to his polite tone, his eyes burning through Sherlock’s skull.

“John.” You warned but Sherlock took the oh-so-obvious hint and decided to back off.

“I think I better leave…” He said, collecting his coat and scarf by the door before leaving the same way he went in.

“That was rude, John.” You said upon hearing the door click shut. “This jealousy thing is getting out of hand.” You scowled at him as you got down from the counter. “I mean, he’s your best friend, for god’s sake.”

“I know he is. And I just saw him between my girlfriend’s legs.” He countered, adamant on his resolve.

“Oh my god, I cannot believe you!” You looked at him with distaste. “I was injured. He was giving me first aid!”

“You were literally breathing the same fucking air!” He loudly retorted. “And why not come to me? I’m the doctor here.”

“You’re also a soldier, as you keep threatening Sherlock with…”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He tilted his head, brows knotted.

“Nothing. It’s just- you know.” You examined his reaction, wondering whether you should say what you’re about to say knowing that John overreacts to the stupidest things. “You can be a little… heavy-handed.”

John pulled his head back a bit in disbelief. “You mean, Sherlock is gentler than me?” He asked. You managed a little ‘Well…’ before he spoke again. “So that’s it then, hm? Sherlock treats you better than I do? You prefer him over me?”

You actually groaned at him. You’re bleeding through the gauze on your wound, your muscles are sore like crazy (for running 12 blocks) and now he’s giving you a headache.

“You know what, John?” You calmly spoke. “I don’t need this right now. When or if you decide to get your head out of your ass, I don’t know- just send me a text or something.” You said as you retreated back to your room. Not hearing another word from John.

Left in the kitchen, he found himself staring at the empty space you used to be in. 

The door creaked open and a familiar voice erupted.

“Hello, John.” Sherlock spoke.

“What the- How did you get in?” John asked.

“I, uh, have a key.” He dangled some keys.

“Those are my keys.” John said. Classic Sherlock, he thought “I lost those a few weeks ago.”

“No, you didn’t. I took them. I also have your old service weapon but that’s not why I came back.” He spoke rather quickly.

“What is it then?” John seemed to have calmed down.

“Well, I came to get my phone…” He reached for his phone somewhere on the counter, near John’s side. “and to tell you that you shouldn’t worry about me and Y/N.” His voice was filled with sincerity. “She’s my family, like you’re my family. I do love her but not in the way that you’re thinking.” Sherlock explained. “I would never do that to you.”

John breathed, his shoulders slumping a little, feeling like an idiot. “I know that…”

“Did you really?” Sherlock scrunched his forehead. “It didn’t seem that way to me a few minutes ago. Or that time at the supermarket. Or at Mrs. Hudson’s birthday. Or when we were at the science convention-”

“Hey, you said a very sexual comment at the science convention.” John pointed at Sherlock, remembering the ‘You got a nice set of jugs.’ incident.

“Christ, John! I was talking about the measuring jugs that she bought.” Sherlock laughed and John felt stupid again.

Smiles were exchanged and seconds passed before Sherlock spoke again. “Seriously, John. Y/N loves you. I think maybe it’s time you give her the same level of faith she’s giving you. You know she deserves it.”

“You’re right.” John nodded. “Listen, Sherlock, I-”

“I know.” Sherlock cut him off as he was trying to apologize. “Save it for her. We’ll talk tomorrow.” He said, offering his hand to John.

“So we’re good?” John asked, shaking Sherlock’s hand.

“We’re good.”

Three knocks caught your attention and you watched as John slowly opened the door. “Y/N?” He called.

“…Bathroom.” You hesitated before you answered. You were still cross with him but you really didn’t have the energy to argue. The bathroom door was open so John was able to look inside.

“You’re bleeding through your shirt…” Concern was etched on his face when he moved closer to examine your shoulder. “We need to redress this. Can you take off your top?” He noticed how you avoided looking directly at him.

“Yeah…” You muttered before taking your shirt off, wincing at the stinging pain. John took the first aid kit he had below the sink and redressed your wound, going as tender as he can possibly can. You took note of his effort and softened up a little bit. After he finished, realizing you can’t shower, you filled a small basin with warm water and took a hand towel from the rack. You were having trouble wringing the wet cloth what with a bad arm.

“I can help you with that.” He volunteered and you finally looked at him. “Let me help, please.” You gave him the washcloth but then you grunted at the pain in your legs. “What’s wrong?”

“My legs are killing me…” You reached down to massage one when John suggested for you to sit down, so you moved to bed.

Wringing the towel, John rubbed on your good arm. “Y/N, I, uh, wanted to apologize for how I acted.” He said. “You’ve been nothing but understanding of me and my work hours and I’ve been nothing but a jealous boyfriend. I should have known better than to be doubtful of you.” He looked up to meet your eyes.

“Go on.”

“Yes. Yes, I will.” He said and you smiled at how flustered he got. “We, uh, barely see each other because of work and on the days that we are together, I don’t want it to be like this. So, I’m so sorry for being a jealous prick-”

His words were cut off with your mouth on his. When you pulled away, John took a second to breathe in and went in again for another kiss, deeper and much more intimate this time. John caught the side of your body, tracing patterns with his warm hand before travelling to your back and unhooking your bra. Goosebumps sprinkled your skin when the cool air hit your exposed breasts. John took one breast in his hand and very softly kneaded it, giving your hardened nipple a light pinch. A groan rumbled from your throat before breaking the kiss and whispering, “Lay down on the bed.”

You did as you were told and settled yourself on the bed. John climbed the bed and kissed you again before going down to kiss your neck and suck at your pulse point. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you felt a fresh wave of arousal on your already wet core.

“What is this?” You managed to ask, wondering (but so not complaining) why John is being so gentle with you.

“This is me proving that I can be gentle and me deciding to pull my head out of my ass.” He smiled and a chuckle left you.

“A thought I told you to send me a text or something?”

“I went with ‘or something’.” He took one breast in his mouth, circling the nipple with his tongue while he played with the other using his hand.

You were trailing your hand to open your trousers when his hand caught your wrist. “Let me. I’ll take care of you, love. Just relax.” He’d unbuttoned and unzipped you when you asked.

“What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me. I want to do this for you.” He pulled your trousers and your underwear all the way off of you. He settled between your thighs and touched your dripping sex, coating his thumbs with your slick. “You’re soaking.” He commented before licking a broad stripe all the way up to your clit and you shuddered at the contact.

“More.” You breathed, needy and wanting. His mouth was immediately on you, his tongue darting out and adding to the sensation. You looked down and the view of John face buried in your sex sent a flood of slick to your core.

“Holy fuck, Y/N, you taste so good.” John moaned, the vibrations threatening to tip you over to the edge. John added two fingers in and he felt you clench around him. He continued pumping in and out of you and a few moments after, your breath is picking up the pace.

“John, I’m gonna-!” You moaned and John sped up the pace of his thrusts as he sucked on your swollen bud. Within seconds, your orgasm hit you like a train. Your walls, convulsing around his fingers as he helped you ride it out.

“That was amazing.” You breathed as John lied down beside you. “I really needed that. Thank you.” Your eyelids were growing heavy as you snuggled closer to John. He covered you with the blanket before he kissed your forehead.

“You’re welcome.”

we know that james losing thomas was what brought captain flint into the world. we know that james losing john will be what eventually ends captain flint. these are facts!! we can almost guarantee (looking at the odyssey and don quixote and the story about his grandfather in 209) that james won’t die from rum poisoning and instead will retire and find peace [prayer circle formation]

the question we should be asking is /how/ losing john enables him to find peace. how can it be so tragic if he is able to find sanity afterwards? if thomas is alive we know it’s not going to be as simple as flint dropping everything and choosing him over of the war (over silver). he asked flint if he would give it all up to have thomas back and flint told him that ‘he wouldn’t want me to’. but like silver says that wasn’t what he asked. he wanted to know if he /would/ choose thomas and flint doesn’t actually give him an answer. why? because either he wouldn’t give up the war for thomas or that he can’t choose between the two. being with thomas would mean giving up his dream for nassau and also john, whereas if he continued fighting he would be fulfilling what they wanted to achieve all those years ago, and he would get to do it all standing by john’s side. if anything this is proof that if thomas does come back flint won’t just leave silver in a heartbeat. he is part of who he is now. he is the only person that actually understands him. maybe even more than thomas and miranda ever did. it wouldn’t be easy for him to just leave that part of him behind. remember he’s lived as flint for more than 10 years now. everything that he has become during that time doesn’t just go away when you want it to. he lost miranda. i don’t see how getting thomas back could ever fix that, not with all the guilt he carries from it. it would always eat away at him and that’s why i’m having difficulty seeing him find peace. also there’s the likelihood that thomas would not be the same man anymore, and just like james would have changed completely. like as much as i want to believe it would be all good i know that it wouldn’t be, they’d have to rebuild their relationship up from scratch and we wouldn’t get to see it hence a none satisfying and very confusing uncertain ending that a lot of viewers wouldn’t understand. this is the main reason im not getting my hopes up about it because i just don’t see how they’d have time to pull it off, especially since we were told that it’s about silver/flint right down to the last scene.

so im still like ??? how will he find peace then? we’ve literally been told part of it. silver ending flint is what will give james peace. it’s /always/ come down to that. but why is it so tragic? we know that flint is fine with letting silver succeed him so?? why is it such a tragedy?? because they lost the war and silver tells him he has to give up??? like that’s it???? we literally already /KNOW/ that they’re not going to win the war so??? it just seems way too predictable to be the cause of their breakup. “who was silver to flint? the answer can’t be simple” its already confirmed that it’s not going to be simple, their relationship is /not/ going to be simple!!! so if they’re not just best friends what are they? soulmates? we know that they ‘love’ each other, we know that flint needed silver most of all, we know that silver is a summation of all the relationships flint has had so far. but /who was he/ to flint?

im going to speak plainly now because i just [sighs] cannot see for the life of me how this doesn’t involve romantic feelings. tbh even if flint wasn’t confirmed gay i would still be like ????? at the outcome of all this just being ‘agape’. at least one of them has to be /in love/ with other for this tragedy to be a tragedy. that’s the only way i see this working. either that or thomas does come back and james chooses john over thomas. either way it’s him choosing his past lover over the 'love of his life’ so idk about you but thats just about as unplatonic as you can get. i still have no idea how he’s supposed to find peace after all this though. maybe he just lets it all go, and /finally/ accepts the inevitable. maybe silver finally sees what it’s doing to him and let’s /him/ go for his own sake, and tells him 'it’s ok’. maybe silver knows that letting him stay on this path will lead to his actual death. and whereas before silver was encouraging him not to give up in order to save captain flint, now he’s the one actually encouraging him to let it go, but this time to save james mcgraw. maybe it’s silver that gives him peace but the tragedy of it all is that he can’t share that peace with silver, not just yet anyway

Nothing Wrong With Being Tall (Hamilsquad x Reader)

Prompt: “I saw your post about poly hamilsquad requests and I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is kind of tall?? It doesn’t really matter the plot, I just love reading poly hamilsquad and most of them include a very short reader and I’m quite tall for a girl (5'10) so it’s kinda weird for me lol. I love your writing, and thanks in advance if you decide to do this, if not, that’s totally cool too! :)”

A/N: I love this request! Now I’m not tall, so I don’t really have the tall girl perspective (literally) but I gave it my best shot. This goes out to all the beautiful tall women out there! Please enjoy~

Your boyfriends loved you deeply. They loved everything about you, from the tip of your head to the soles of your feet.

“I hate you guys so much!” You screamed at your boyfriends, your words slurring. The five of you had decided to go to your usual bar and you ended up drinking too much.

“We know you don’t mean that, mon belle.” Laf said as he carried you on his back. You had been too tipsy to walk straight.

“Yeah, that’s just the alcohol talking.” added Herc, who was carrying a passed out John.

“No! I mean! I hate you guys! With your perfect faces and bodies!”

“Was that supposed to be hurtful?” asked Alex.

“Shut it, Alex! Don’t you see the problem at all!” You barked.

“What problem?” Your boyfriends looked confused.

You rolled your eyes at them. “Put me down, Laf! I wanna get down!”

Laf released you and you steadied yourself on the ground. You stood next Alexander, who was still dressed in his suit.

“Look at us! Don’t tell me you guys haven’t noticed!” You pointed Alexander and yourself and the big height difference between the two of you. You being a good head taller than your boyfriend. “It’s like looking at a giraffe stand next to a penguin!”

Now you had always been tall, ever since you were a kid. But when you ended up being the tallest girl out of your friends, you got kinda self-conscious about your height.

You stumbled a little, Alex quickly grabbed your arm and put him over his shoulders.

“First, I’m going to take that penguin thing as a compliment. Second, what’s wrong with how tall you are?”

Hercules nodded. “Yeah, you’re only taller than John and Alex—”

“And Peggy and Angelica and Eliza and Aaron—” You listed off, only to stop when Alex planted a kiss on your lips.

When pulled away, he looked at you with a serious expression. “Don’t say that about yourself. You are the most beautiful girl I could ever know and your height makes you even more adorable.”

You blushed, not used to being called adorable. “Really? You’re okay being with big ol’ me?”

“Of course. We love you just the way you are. Besides think of all the perks you have.” Herc added. “You never have to hem your clothes. Remember when I met you at the bridal fitting for Aaron and Theo’s wedding—”

“—All the bridesmaids were drowning in their dresses—” You recalled.

“—But your dress was the only one to effortlessly kissed the floor at the perfect length.” Herc said, smiling as he remembered the image of you. “You were absolutely stunning.”

You chuckled at him. “I was wearing your dress, dummy.”

“…I like….your hugs….So soft….cushiony….” You heard John mumble, before fading out of consciousness again. You went red in embarrassment. John was referring to how Alex and him ended up with their heads resting in your chest whenever you hugged them.

“It is also plus facile to do this.” Laf was able to give you a sultry kiss by simply tilting his head down. “More kisses and less back pains for me.”

“Maybe being tall isn’t so bad.” You smiled at your boyfriends. They always made you feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.