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Reverse burglary (a Christmas miracle)

(Based on this post. Sterek prompt, with a poor, grieving Derek who gets the safety and rescue he so desperately hopes for)

Derek sighs. The way to home from campus looks as unappealing as the stack of work that weighs down his bag. Snow and slush has filled the streets while he had been confined to the monotonic walls of the lecture room, coloring the ground with whites and grays and browns. 

Things have been tough for a long time now. Ever since Laura was killed, her body buried underneath the old and dilapidated Hale house, Derek’s been all alone. Grieving, anchorless mess. The fact that his own uncle had taken his alpha’s life, someone that was supposed to be family, was such a big blow that Derek hadn’t even known what to do with Peter afterwards.

Not that he had to do anything. His uncle had been killed by a hunter, Chris Argent, after Peter had gone rampant and apparently turned a couple teenagers in his fury. At first, a glimmer of hope had burst in Derek’s chest. Other wolves, just as lost and clueless as he was. It could mean a new start of a pack, a new family. Someone to get to be in contact with, to rely on without having to give anything but love in return.

It… Did not happen. 

The first boy that had been turned, the one with the slightly magical smelling friend, had rebuffed Derek so hard he was still blinking back tears whenever he thought of it. The second one he had approached from afar, but after getting the gist that the kid, Jackson whats-his-face was a self-entitled, rich and spoiled jock, Derek had turned on his heels and never looked back.

But even if he didn’t get to have a pack, his chest burning with longing and sadness so deep it ached whenever he saw the other wolves (The other kid, Scott, had turned into a true alpha, and had turned three other kids as well to join their pack. They looked happy.), at least he was safe in Beacon Hills from other hunters. Peter had killed Kate, Derek shuddering at the thought of her still roaming these streets, and Chris had taken the position of the local hunter, and had mostly only threatened Derek.

Apart from that one time that Chris and his goons had destroyed Laura’s Camaro, the only thing he had left of her. He had sobbed for the whole night, ready to curl into a ball and disappear, crawl into the grave with Laura’s body and hope Mother Nature would caress him into sleep so deep he’d get to see the rest of his family.

He stayed.

But one problem (among many others) that he had, was that Derek had no money. With Laura’s death, the human society unaware of her passing, since ‘werewolf territory death match’ wasn’t a viable explanation to the police, all of the money that their inheritance held was in Laura’s name. In Laura’s bank accounts. Derek had no access to those.

The only thing he had was the apartment Laura had rented, with a automatic payment contract to the monthly rent. Without an anchor, or at least a stable one, Derek was unable to get a job because he was so afraid he would fuck it up. He’d enrolled into Beacon Hills community college, because that too had been pre-paid, but other than the three pairs of henleys, two t-shirts, four pairs of boxers and one pair of jeans with his Converse shoes and Kånken bag, he virtually had nothing for himself.

He was piss poor, unemployed full-time student with no friends, no family and hunters that were ready to put him down with only a wrong twitch of the eye.

His life was a disaster.

Trudging through the melting snow, Derek listened to his stomach mourn for food. In three days time there would be a full moon, and in that time, the woods would be dangerous to hunt in. If he wanted food, he’d have to go either tonight, or tomorrow. He tskd, thinking of the pile of essays waiting for him.

Thank God he was allowed to hand write them. If he wasn’t, he’d practically have to live in the library or at the school campus, because he didn’t own a computer. Even his apartment held only one working lamp with a light bulb, an empty fridge and two towels. He did have a plate and a fork, as well as a meat knife he’d snatched from the outdoor diner that didn’t look close enough for their customer’s empty dishes. 

When he nears his apartment, Derek stiffens. Someone is inside his apartment. Wary, he carefully steps the three sets of stairs up to his door, and listens. The burglar doesn’t seem to be doing anything though. Which makes sense. Derek doesn’t even own a bed, for Christ’s sake. He usually sleeps as a wolf on the floor.

He rattles the lock loudly, hoping for whomever it is that’s on the other side would take the hint and bolt. But the person doesn’t. Derek opens the lock slowly, letting the door creak from its hinges, and steps inside. He drops his bag near the entrance as he closes the door behind him and stares.

The stranger is standing in a what should be a living room, his back faced against the front door. And it is a he, Derek realizes. It’s the kid, the friend of that true alpha. He’d never gotten his name, though, but he could smell the sheriff and the kid shared a scent, so he knows he’s a Stilinski at least.

The kid turns slowly, his eyes wide as he locks them with Derek.

‘’Dude,’’ the teen says with a feeling. Derek can sympathize.  

‘’This is where you live? There’s - There’s nothing here! I don’t even see a bed. Your fridge is so empty it doesn’t even have a light. Does any of your lights in this apartment work?’’

Confused, Derek quietly points to the one in the bathroom. ‘’That one works,’’ he says blankly.

‘’… Only that one?’’

‘’Uh,’’ Derek says, ‘’Yes?’’

‘’Dude,’’ the kid says with horror. ‘’What do you eat? You look like you have bones and skin, and… Stubble. Very manly and uh, wolfy, but not very nutritious.’’

Getting the wits of him, Derek scowls, growling a little. He crosses his arms. ‘’What are you even doing here?’’ he snarls. ‘’How did you even get in?’’

The kid looks unimpressed. ‘’I’m a cop’s kid. I know how to pick locks. Which, by the way, my dad’s the sheriff. He’s uh, in the know now. So.’’

‘’So what?’’

‘’So,’’ the kid says, ‘’You don’t need to hide in a place like this anymore. We know you’re a werewolf, and the Argent douche is a hunter, but dad will keep you safe. He’s not letting Argent mess with any of us, so I’m sure he’d be happy to help you out too. So, you know, move to a better apartment, get some food and clothes and stuff.’’

Derek blinks. ‘’I live here,’’ he says, uncomprehending. He doesn’t have any money to get a better apartment. He doesn’t live this way because he wants to.

‘’Well, yeah, but can’t you like, move somewhere else? You have money, I know, because I, um, might have seen the police file and the um, amount of money you got from the uh …’’ Death of you family, the kid doesn’t finish, but Derek hears it loud and clear. He looks away, the loss of it all hitting him renew.

‘’I don’t have any money,’’ he grits out. ‘’My sister… She’s got it all.’’

‘’Oh, uh, cool,’’ the kid says, swaying on his heels. ‘’So where is she? Do you want me to help you find her?’’

Derek snorts humorlessly. ‘’I know where she is,’’ he murmurs, hugging himself. ‘’And that’s where I hope I would be too.’’

The kid blinks. ‘’…And where is that?’’

‘’In a grave,’’ he answers roughly, ‘’and all the better for it.’’

The kid takes a few fumbled steps backwards. ‘’She’s dead? She uh, who - ‘’

‘’My uncle,’’ Derek sighs, and suddenly he’s weary, defeated. He comes to the living room, charting away from the kid and slumping against one of the walls, sliding it down so that he’s sitting on the floor.

‘’Everyone is dead. There’s noone left but me.’’

The kid frowns, whispering, ‘’That’s rough.’’ He comes to sit next to Derek, mimicking his position. They’re both quiet for a while, the moon filtering through the curtainless window, revealing the dust speckles swarming the floor. 

Abruptly, the kid stands up. ‘’I know what to do,’’ he says to nobody in particular, and then looks down at Derek and winks. ‘’Just wait here. I’ll be back.’’

The kid dashes to the door, only stopping to excitedly tell Derek, ‘’My name’s Stiles by the way. And I’ll be back so just sit tight, mister. I’m gonna - Yeah, this is going to be good, just wait - ‘’ And then he’s gone.

All that’s left of the guy is mixed smells that permeate Derek’s den. He waits a couple hours, but the kid doesn’t come back. So he goes to sleep, already regretting not getting any essays done. But that’s a problem for tomorrow.

When Derek gets home late the next day, there are strangers again in his apartment. This time it’s multiple someones. He doesn’t bother going quietly like last time, because he can smell the pack of wolves and they probably already know he’s coming.

Stiles is the one who opens the door before he has time to fish out his keys, and he’s beaming, ushering Derek inside.

Derek stops just shy of Stiles getting the door closed. He blinks dumbly at the sight that greets him. There are lights on everywhere at the apartment. There’s a fucking rug on his hallway, and he can see furniture in the living room, peeking from the corners. Stiles comes from behind him, pushing him more inside. At first he’s greeted by Sheriff Stilinski. The man is in his uniform, his face apologetic and reassuring.

‘’Mr. Hale,’’ he says, extending his hand. ‘’I have heard from my son that you are someone I can come to if I have any questions about the supernatural. I’ve been educated within the past four months, but information from a person who’s clearly more knowledgeable than my son’s friends or our town’s cryptic vet would be appreciated. And,’’ he says, bringing Derek into a comfortable hug, ‘’I’m very sorry for your loss son. I knew your family. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always available.’’

Then the man extracts himself and offers a smile. ‘’And call me John, son. I’l be sure to have my number in your cellphone after tonight.’’

‘’Derek,’’ Derek says in response. ‘’And uh, I don’t have a phone.’’

‘’You do now!’’ Stiles pipes up. Derek looks over, and then he sees the herd of teenagers that are the wolves he’s been seeing around town.

‘’I’m Isaac Lahey,’’ the first kid, Isaac, says. ‘’Nice to meet you.’’ He doesn’t offer his hand, but nods shyly. Derek knows him. He’d listened to the kid get beaten up more often than not, and even went to threaten the kid’ father a couple times. It’s nice to see Isaac to not be in pain or scared.

‘’Derek,’’ he offers in response. 

‘’I’m Erica, and this is my best friend Boyd,’’ the blond, white teen says, and points to the guy behind her. Derek nods at them.

‘’And I’m uh, Scott McCall. And I um, wanted to …’’ the kid whines in protest when Stiles jabs him in the side, but lowers his head. ‘’I’m sorry I was rude to you when we met. You tried to help me and I was being an idiot. I would like to start from a clean slate, and um, offer you a place in my pack. That is, if you want it.’’

Derek looks around. There are two sofas and a coffee table, a couple rugs and a bed. Even red curtains have made an appearance, and he can smell food in his kitchen that he knows wasn’t there before.

‘’Why all this? You don’t even know me. I don’t know you,’’ Derek says, baffled.

Stiles shrugs. ‘’It’s Christmas time and that is a time of giving? Because dude, I’ve seen you brooding away, thinking we don’t see when you look at us. I kind of know now what wolves need, and wolves need a pack. And you don’t have one. And we rejected you when you tried to form one with us, but we regret that. Because leaving someone alone after so much tragedy is, well, pretty much a punishable crime to me. So.’’ The kid spreads his hand. ‘’Here we are, if you want us. And you don’t even have to decide now. Just, think about it. Get to know us, let us get to know you. Let the odd ones gather into one big, smoochy family.’’

There are groans from the others, and the sheriff facepalms so hard, Derek hears the slap sound it makes, as the man’s palm hits against skin.

Derek hugs himself, already feeling a little bit better at having someone similar to him, someone with the same set of instincts than him be near him. Fill his den with their scents.

‘’I’ll think about it,’’ he promises, and Stiles fist pumps. Then the teens start carrying food from the kitchen, and Derek can’t help but think that, yeah. Maybe Laura will have to wait for awhile before Derek joins him.

Just for a little while.

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Ah, Alfie!!! Right, so maybe one where the reader meets Tommy and they don’t get along in the slightest. Tommy makes digs about Alfie so the reader says stuff about grace but Alfie finds the situation funny. Thank you x

ALFIE REQUEST HERE!! Can you do one where The shelbys are super bloody surprised to find out that ALFIE actually has a wife? And they found out cause she had to have a meetjngn with them because Alfie was doing business elsewhere and sent his wife cause he trusts her most to be his eyes ears and voice when it comes to business?

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Humans are weird: The Research Facility

*Quick note before I start: This is the 4th installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

The airlock hissed and Kiara felt her knuckles ache as the pressure adjusted to the station. Reflexively she clenched and unclenched her fists trying to ease the dull throb that she could already feel spreading to her other joints. On most worlds that had significantly higher or lower pressure than Earth humans lived in enclosed dome cities or underground stations that were kept calibrated to standard Earth atmosphere. For some reason this facility seemed to be kept at a slightly higher pressure. It probably had something to do with the fact that the station was within the atmosphere of a hothouse planet similar to old Earth’s stellar neighbor Venus. She made a mental note to ask about it later when she got the chance.

The door to the airlock swung smoothly open despite the fact that it appeared to weigh nearly a metric ton. On the other side awaited a tall man who stood at full attention in a crisp military uniform. He gave a quick salute and gestured without a word for Kiara to follow him. The pair wandered down deserted corridors that had been polished to a mirror shine before arriving at the administrator’s office. The tall man knocked twice on the door before it slid into the wall, he then stood to the side of the door and snapped off another salute though Kiara noticed that his hand was trembling.

The administrator’s office was just as polished and barren as the rest of the station had been so far, the man himself, decidedly less so. The administrator was a short pale man who had cut himself badly attempting to shave with a thin ring of white hair around his head. He wore a suit which was several sizes too large and had been hastily pressed to try and remove some of the wrinkles. The administrator stood behind his desk and gave a quick nervous smile as he ushered Kiara into the room.

“Welcome to my facility. I apologize that I cannot offer more of a tour at this time but I’m afraid that I haven’t verified your clearance level yet Miss Williams.” Kiara smiled and offered a handshake ”It’s actually Mrs. Williams-Venn but Kiara will work just fine”. The administrator took her hand and then sat down quickly apologizing for the sweatiness of his palms. “Well, Kiara, I’m afraid that we haven’t had contact with EarthGov for some time now, and as such we’ve been unable to verify your rank or clearance level so until we are able to do so we cannot allow further access to this station. I hope you understand.”

Kiara took a long deep breath. It didn’t happen often, but holdouts like these were always difficult to deal with. It was an unfortunate failing of humanity that people could hold onto a failing ideology for centuries. Kiara looked the administrator over again. 15 sols of conducting personal interviews had taught her how to read people and this administrator looked nervous as hell. She’d have to play this one carefully. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name, Mr…” “Eckstein. Johnathan Eckstein.” “Well John, I’m sorry to have to be the bearer of bad news but I’m afraid you won’t be able to grant me security clearance as that office of EarthGov no longer exists.”

John screamed and fell out of his chair and the guard at the door took off running. Kiara spun around expecting a threat coming from behind, seeing nothing she stood up cautiously and looked over the desk to see John cowering on the floor. He looked up at her and sobbed “Just make it quick.” Remembering the stories she had heard of EarthGov’s brutality it finally clicked in Kiara’s head. John thought she was sent there from EarthGov to kill them all. “Uh, John, Mr Eckstein, it’s fine. You can get up. I’m not here from EarthGov. They no longer exist.” John rolled over onto his back to look up at her, tears streaming down the sides of his face as he sobbed uncontrollably. “Really?” “Yeah, really.”

The sobs eventually turned into relived laughter as John picked himself up off the floor. Finally he slumped back down into his chair and slapped the intercom switch on his desk. “Condition Green. Code 2635. We’re clear everyone.” Kiara heard a dull roar of applause and shouts from down the corridor as the rest of the station cheered in celebration. “I’m sorry for all that Kiara, we’ve just been a little on edge since that transponder lit up. Would you like a drink?” John pulled a bottle of clear liquor out of the bottom drawer of his desk along with a pair of glasses and started filling both before she could answer.

Mildly amused she took the proffered drink and tapped the glasses together in an old Earth tradition. “Cheers” John’s face split into a wide grin as he downed the drink in a single gulp. Kiara tried to take a sip and broke out into a violent coughing fit. “Oh, yeah, sorry, we distill our own around here and, well, you get used to it.” Kiara set the “drink” back on the desk and smiled again at John. “So, how about we try this again. You tell me what’s been going on at this facility and I’ll fill you in on what’s been happening in the rest of the galaxy.”

John nodded and picked up Kiara’s glass and drained that too. “Where do I start? Ok, well, we were an EarthGov secret weapons research lab. We were stationed here to conceal our location with only one transponder to communicate to our higher ups in EarthGov. Our facility is entirely self sustaining since it could take several solar rotations for us to have a window to so much as get people on or off the planet. It wasn’t unusual for us to lose contact with the outside world for long periods of time so at first we didn’t notice that it had been a while since we had last heard from anyone. That while turned into a few years, then a decade.”

Kiara checked her datapad and asked “When did your people last have contact with anyone from EarthGov?” John looked like he was considering pouring another drink but put the bottle away instead. “218 years ago, plus a few months.” Kiara’s eyes went wide and she double checked her notes. “That was almost 20 sols after EarthGov fell!” John’s gaze wandered around the room as he lost himself in thought. “Hmm. You call them sols. Makes sense if we’re not being Earth-centric about our units of measurement. But yeah, not too surprising that they tried to keep their weapons development going for so long after it all went to shit. My grandmother said they were getting kinda weird for those last few transmissions.”

Kiara scribbled notes into her datapad as she tried to wrap her head around this new information. “I had heard a lot of stories about EarthGov I just never thought that- wait did you say ‘Grandmother’? As in it’s only been 2 generations in over 200 sols?” John laughed. “Yeah, I guess I’m a lot older than I look. That’s kinda what happens when you put a bunch of medical scientists in isolation for a few hundred years. I turn 120 in a few months, or whatever unit of measurement you use these days.” Kiara stared at the short man behind the desk. It was true, aside from the hair he didn’t appear any older than his early 40s.

“That’s remarkable. Can I ask how?” John just shrugged as though one of the most significant medical breakthroughs in human history was a minor matter. “Partly genetic therapy and partly cloned organs. We grow a kind of ‘genetic blank’ version of any organ you might need that carries enough DNA to be recognizably human and then when you need something replaced we just take the information we need from your existing cells and work it into the blank. It’s not perfect and we can’t replace everything, but I have a life expectancy of over twice my current age so long as I don’t damage anything important.”

Something clicked in the back of Kiara’s mind “Like I said, remarkable, but you just said ‘medical scientists’ I thought this was a weapons research facility?” John froze in place before scrunching up his face and mutter a curse under his breath. His hand reached again for the bottle in the desk before he stopped himself. “Yeah. Biological weapons. Look I’m not proud of it. No one here is. And everyone who was originally part of the project is dead. About a century we put it to a vote decided that EarthGov was probably gone for good and even if they weren’t that we couldn’t risk that kind of destruction getting out. So we destroyed all the virus samples that weren’t viable for other forms of research. There’s not anything left on this station that could hurt anyone.”

Kiara turned her datapad’s recorder off. “I want you to know that I’m on your side on this, and that I’ll present your case to the Galactic Republic. I’m sure that it will be fine, but I need to know. were the original scientists volunteers?” John stared off in silence for several minutes before finally answering “Yeah. Most of them. I don’t think there was any real animosity towards aliens, it’s just, there wasn’t a lot of work for scientists outside of the government. And what the government wanted was a weapon that the ‘alien threat’ couldn’t defend against. At least, that’s what my grandmother said.”

Kiara’s hands clenched into fists, her knuckles aching again though she didn’t think it was still from the pressure. “Were there any projects done on a virus for Turics?” John shook his head. “Probably, but we destroyed all that a long time ago. I’ll double check the files to make sure that nothing remains though. Why? You got a thing for the big furry bastards?” John was grinning until he saw the look on Kiara’s face. “I’m going to say this just once. If you’re going to be a part of the galactic community, you’re going to need to drop those prejudices right the fuck now. I’ve dealt with a lot of backwards bullshit in this job and I can tell you that if you want off this rock you’re going to have to unlearn a lot of that ‘human first’ mentality. Got it?” John was now paler than she had ever seen a human before. “Understood! I’ll make sure to bring it up with the rest of the facility at the next meeting Kiara.”

Kiara got up still glaring at John. “It’s Mrs. Williams-Venn. And for your sake, you should hope that you don’t have to hear that name again.”


John x Reader x Eliza @gaylienglows 

“Y/N my love?” a sweet voice questioned you from the kitchen. “Will you please go wake up our dear John?”

You smirked. Your girlfriend Eliza knew that you would have no problem with that, mainly because you liked to pull pranks on people to wake them up.

Which is probably why she was asking. She only asked when John wouldn’t get up for any other reason.

Your boyfriend was difficult sometimes. He loved his sleep.

“Of course I will!” you replied gleefully, grabbing a cup of water on your way up to your shared bedroom.

She giggled, knowing what was about to happen.

She waited in the kitchen where she was making muffins, then she heard John scream.


You ran down the stairs laughing, a wet John following closely behind.

“You are so dead babe,” he growled at you.

You shrieked and ran for cover. He ended up grabbing you and tickling your sides.

“John no! Stop!” you laughed.

“Say you’re sorry first!” he challenged.

“What if I’m not?” you asked.

“Then I’m going to keep tickling you! No one can save you now!”

“Eliza! Help me!” you cried out to her. She laughed and shook her head.

“You’re on your own this time sweet cheeks.”

“FINE! I’m sorry John,” you complied.

He smirked and sat you down, not before giving you a loving kiss. Then he made his way over to Eliza and gave her a kiss, which she gratefully accepted.

Breakfast passed in it’s usual manner, small talk about the day’s upcoming events and anything else that might have come up.

“I’ll see you guys later!” Eliza said as she got in her car and drove off to work.

You and John waved and then went to clean up the kitchen and get ready for your own activities.

You both had your separate classes. Usually it went quite well but when John walked out to meet you he saw you waiting for him, tears in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked frantically, checking for any wounds that you might have gotten.

“That guy stole my notebook,” you sniffled, pointing over to where a frat boy was looking through the notebook that Eliza and John had gotten you for your birthday.

It was very special to you, you loved to draw and write. You kept everything in that book. They had to get you a new one every birthday.

But you were too afraid to go and get it back. You hated conflict.

John’s eyes darkened, and he glared at the man.

“Wait here,” he said stiffly.

He made his way over to the guy, snarling something at him.

You stayed where you were and tried to figure out what they might be saying, then fists started flying.

John swung first then the guy retaliated.

You ran over there and grabbed your book and your boyfriend, then dragged him away. Some of the guys friends came over and dragged him away too.

“Are you okay?” you cried.

John sighed, but nodded.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Then stop looking.”

You rolled your eyes, then grabbed the sleeve of your jacket and swiped away some of the blood that came from his split lip.

“Why did you do that?” you asked him.

“Because they hurt you,” he replied simply.

“Thank you,” you said, a small sob coming out of your mouth. He smiled slightly, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

You let your forehead drop against his, and the two of you stayed there for a few minutes.

“I’m calling Eliza,” you said to him.

He grimaced.

“Do we have to?”

You glared at him.



“John I’m glad that you took care of Y/N like that but seriously, think about your own safety once and awhile please,” Eliza begged as she cleaned up John.

You nodded.

“I would do it again in a heartbeat,” he said. You and Eliza huffed.

“Just take care of yourself more,” you said to him.

He sighed but conceded.

“Alright fine. I’ll be more careful.”

You and Eliza breathed a sigh of relief, not noticing John’s fingers crossed behind his back.

He stood up and grabbed the two of you, pulling you into bed with him.

“I think we need a movie night right now,” he said.

Eliza smiled and you cuddled into his side.

“I think so too.”

Eliza started a movie and John situated all of you so that you could all be together.

“I love you guys,” you said as you closed your eyes.

“We love you too.”

I’m Not Really the Best - (Poly!DemoReps x Reader) Part 4

WARNING: Physical Child Abuse, Violence, LOTS of Crying, Harsh Treatment, Pain, Mentions of Blood and Injuries, Ignoring said Pain and Feelings, Depression.

A/N: Pa-art f-four -crawling on the floor- Please don’t read when the above warnings trigger you. I hope you all have a nice day. < 3 < 3 -pass out on said floor- why do I make my characters suffer?

Tags: @robotic-space , @notalwaysfair , @kanadianwithashippingproblem , @sweet-fate

(Y/N) isn’t always this daring… or destructive. Back then she was a bubbly, energetic, overall happy person. That’s what (S/O) remembered her to be back in fourth grade. She often wears printed pastel shirts with matching baggy pants, her shoes were often dirty because she always spends her time running and jumping on high places. (Y/N) had the loudest voice in the room and was often called in detention for talking too loud or too fast.

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Anthony Ramos interview

With ticket prices upwards of $1,500 and advanced sales of $57 million last November, “Hamilton” is an official Broadway juggernaut. Helmed by certified genius Lin-Manuel Miranda, the musical mixes rap, R&B and pop to tell the story of Alexander Hamilton’s ascent from penniless orphan to chief architect of the American financial system. The twist, if you haven’t heard, is that a person of color plays nearly every major character—including Hamilton, George Washington, Thomas Jefferson and Aaron Burr.
Miranda, who plays Alexander Hamilton, has said that “Hamilton” is “a story about America then, told by America now.” By casting people of color as the founders of our nation, “Hamilton” forces audiences to engage with bodies and voices that would have been categorically marginalized in colonial times.
“Hamilton” also sheds light on lesser-known figures of colonial America, including proto-abolitionist John Laurens. Laurens is played by Anthony Ramos, a 24-year-old Puerto Rican actor and singer from Brooklyn, New York. Ramos also plays Philip Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton’s eldest son. Here, in this edited and condensed interview, Ramos talks about making his Broadway debut in a blockbuster show and his journey from the tough Brooklyn neighborhood of Bushwick to The Great White Way.

What’s the significance of having performers of color tell the story of the Founding Fathers?

You ever look at a painting like, “Wow, that’s so good, but I really can’t wrap my brain around why this thing that is so obscure feels so right?” “Hamilton” is that kind of painting. No one’s ever seen anything like it, and I think it’s one of the boldest pieces of art ever to hit. It’s also honest because “Hamilton” looks like how we look like now.

Can you explain more?

Lin could have written a show and had the Founding Fathers be all White men, but at the same time, the show’s about Alexander Hamilton. A lot of people didn’t know whether or not Hamilton, who grew up in the British West Indies, was half [Black]. They had no idea. So it’s only right to have the rest of the cast embody that. Daveed Diggs, who plays Thomas Jefferson, is half Jewish and half Black. Phillipa Soo,* who plays Hamilton’s wife, Eliza, is Irish and Chinese. Lin and I are Puerto Rican. Having men of color play the Founding Fathers shows that anyone could have done what they did. This is showing our public what it would have looked like if things were different.

Tell me about the two characters you play.

John Laurens was from South Carolina. His dad was a slave trader. Laurens was one of the first abolitionists. He died fighting the British in the Revolutionary War because he hadn’t received word yet that his side had won in Yorktown. The British soldiers were retreating, but he still insisted on going after these guys. He actually died after the war had already been won. He was really zealous. which was so awesome to learn about Laurens. And he and Hamilton had this incredibly close relationship. Some people think they had something going on. I don’t know. I do think Laurens loved and was passionate about Hamilton, so I try to do my best to be true to that. There isn’t really too much about Philip, so I really got to play around with that character a lot.

Besides being able to put your own spin on things, what has been your favorite thing about playing Philip?

I love his confidence but also his passion for his dad. My father wasn’t around a lot, so when I do Philip’s rap when he’s nine years old I think about how his dad wasn’t there the entire time. When my dad was around, I really did my best to show him, like, “Yo, Pops, look at what I’ve done up until this point! Check out my baseball trophies! Check out, like, this new song I just wrote!” The first line in Philip’s rap as a nine-year-old is “Daddy, daddy, look!” I had the “Daddy, daddy, look!” mentality when I was a kid. That’s how I relate to Philip.

What about Laurens?

I appreciate how he was gung-ho about everything. My whole life I’ve been so passionate about making a better life for myself, having [grown] up in a pretty rough neighborhood. Hamilton and his [crew] had been through so much at such a young age, and I really relate to that.

So what first drew you to musical theater?

I mean, it was totally an accident. In high school, baseball was, like, my thing. I was sitting in class my junior year, and there was an announcement on the loudspeaker about an audition for this show called “Sing.” I had no idea what it was. I thought, “Maybe it’s a talent show.” So I go and sing for this talent show thing and they gave me the lead role in the show. I did it, and I fell in love, man.

How did you manage to transform yourself from a baseball player to a musical theater actor?

My high school director took me up under her wing because she saw something in me that I didn’t see in myself. She gave me a pamphlet [about] the one school that I auditioned for, the American Musical and Dramatic Academy. I wasn’t even going to go to the audition because I didn’t have the money to pay the application fee. But my teacher paid for it. After I got in, the school threw me these numbers and I was like, “There’s no way. I can’t even pay for this!” So my teacher gave my name to this scholarship fund. I told them my story, about how I came from the ‘hood and how my grades, which were not that good, weren’t a reflection of me. I told them, “All I need is one shot.”

You share the stage with several Broadway vets. What has it been like to work with them?

I’m not just learning more about how to be a performer, I’m learning about how to be a better person on the daily. I learned from Lin that you don’t have to stray from who you are. I remember one time I was cracking a joke, and I said, “Aw man, Lin, you know, I talk too ghetto sometimes. I should change the way I talk.” Lin said, “Papa, you don’t have to change the way you talk. You just have to make sure people understand you.” I will never, ever forget him saying that to me. He is the biggest example of someone who has not strayed from who he is to conform to the industry. He’s a hip-hop head, but he also loves musical theater.

What advice would you give young performers—particularly those of color—just starting out in musical theater?

Be a better listener than you are a speaker. Don’t put yourself in the box that other people put you in. You have more control than you think you do. And don’t try to be more than what you are. The perfect job will come when you realize you’re enough. Be OK with the way you’ve been created.

Originally posted by hopeanddoubts

Series: Who Will Save You Now?
Fandom: Peaky Blinders
Pairing: Reader x Michael Gray / Reader x Peaky Blinders
Word Count: 1914
Dedicated to: @peakyblinders1919. This author with their imagines and oneshots has inspired me to write my own story featuring Peaky Blinders. Also dedicated to the people who adore this show as much as I do.

Prologue (X)

Chapter 1

Loud music filled the room as guests danced on the dancefloor. Glasses clicking together was something you heard too often as you stood next to your father, greeting each and every one of the guests that had entered the room. You stood next to him gracefully, your red dress catching the eye of every man entering. Your father had told you to dress nicely, and after a suggestion by your friend Paula you opted for the red dress that was elegant and appropriate, yet emphasizing every part of your body that you wanted it to.

Raimond introduced you to every name worth mentioning, telling you that it was important for you to know who they were. Truth was that you desperately wanted to meet the Peaky Blinders who you knew were going to show up at the party. You hadn’t met them before, making you a little anxious as you tried your best to relax with sipping the champagne in your hands. You felt yourself getting more nervous when you looked at the armed guards standing next to the doorway. You tried your best to smile at the entering guests as you greeted them along with your father who stood firmly chatting with his colleagues and friends.

“Can I leave for a minute? I need to use the bathroom.” You whispered to your father as another pair of gangsters walked past the two of you. He simply motioned for you to go as he continued saying his greetings to the guests.

You walked over to the bar, placing the champagne class onto the counter. You let out a deep sigh when suddenly a hand was placed onto your shoulder. You looked at Lucas who appeared next to you, smiling at you.

“Relax Y/N, nothing is going to happen.” He said, taking his hand away from you as he grabbed a glass from behind the counter, pouring some whiskey into it before passing it to you. The bartender looked at him weirdly before attending to some other guests who were demanding something stronger than champagne. You took the glass before downing it in one go and placing it back onto the counter. Looking over to Lucas you saw him staring past you as you turned yourself around, seeing a bunch of suited men enter the room. Their eyes looked around the place before they walked over to your father. Some of the guests around them stopped doing whatever they were doing as they stared at the Peaky Blinders, fear washing over them.

“Is it them?” You asked as you turned back, looking at Lucas. A part of you already knew the answer to the question as you started walking towards your father. You stopped when Lucas grabbed your arm, pulling you back.

“Be careful around them, Y/N. Don’t let them fool you. They may look like a bunch of nice guys, but they’re not. You have to be tough around them, that’s how you’ll earn their respect.” He said before letting of your arm. You inhaled deeply before starting to walk towards your father and the Peaky Blinders.

“Is your lovely daughter here? I’ve been hearing good things about her. Smart, beautiful, not at all like you are.” You heard one of the Shelby’s say to your father as you walked next to him, a small smile on your face.

“I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a compliment.” You stated, glancing at your father before looking over at the Shelby’s. Each and every one of them stood quietly as they all looked you up and down. Honestly, you felt quite uncomfortable when they stared at you just as your father, but you shook it off, reminding yourself that you needed to be tough.

“I possibly couldn’t insult a beauty like you.” The man replied as he took your hand, kissing the back of it as he looked into your eyes. He seemed to be the oldest of the group. On his left stood a man with an extremely serious face, his blue eyes piercing at you. On the man’s right stood two men who looked to be younger than the others. They simply stared at you, one of them wearing a smirk on his face while the other one seemed to be stunned. For a moment you could have sworn you saw his mouth hang open, before he gathered himself and managed a serious expression onto his face.

“It seems that there are still gentlemen left in this world.” You remarked as he let go of your hand, earning a chuckle from him. From the corner of your eye you saw your father staring at you, but you couldn’t figure out whether he looked disappointed or satisfied.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” You said, but before any of the Shelby’s could reply your father started to introduce them to you.

“This is Thomas Shelby, Arthur Shelby, John Shelby and their cousin Michael Gray.” He introduced each and every one of the gentleman as they all shook your hand except for Arthur who planted another kiss onto the back of your hand. At this point everything had gone smoothly, making you relax. Or maybe it was the whiskey, you weren’t sure, but at this point it didn’t matter.

“If you excuse us Miss Y/N, your father and I need to talk about business. Perhaps you can look over my family meanwhile?” Thomas questioned as he looked over to you. You forced a smile onto your face as you looked into his eyes. A part of you wanted to say ‘no’ but you knew that it would have been a bad idea.

“Of course.” You replied as he and your father took it as their cue to leave. You looked over to the other Shelby’s with a large smile on your face as you tried to make it seem as natural as possible.

“What would you like to drink, gentlemen?”

Laughter erupted from the table that the four of you were sitting behind, causing other guests to look at you when someone laughed a little too loudly. Music continued to play as guests continued to enjoy the evening, not trying to think too much over the fact that two most powerful families in Birmingham were together in the same room as them.

“I like you, Y/N, you know how to have fun, unlike your father. You should stop by the Garrison sometime, we have great whiskey there.” Arthur mumbled drunkenly as he pointed at you. You felt yourself smile as you took another sip of whiskey that Arthur had refilled before.

“Scotch or Irish?” You asked as each and every one of the Shelby’s let out a chuckle, causing you to raise your eyebrow at them.

“We can get you the bloody American whiskey if you want.” John explained, chuckling to himself before taking a sip of his drink. Everything seemed to be going quite alright - Arthur and John spent most of the time talking to you while Michael quietly sipped his drink, saying a word every once in a while. Your father and Thomas Shelby still hadn’t come out of the cabinet which worried you since they had spent at least half an hour there. Whatever they were talking about was supposedly very important.

“So Y/N, I’ve been hearing things on the street. People talk. Is it true that you are the next leader of the Pierce gang?” John questioned as he leaned forward, his eyes staring into yours. You stared back at him, your lips forming a grin onto your face.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business.” You spoke back, the stare off between the two of you continuing when he suddenly started laughing, drinking his glass empty and grabbing the bottle to pour some more alcohol into his glass. The bottle slipped from his hands, crashing onto the floor as everything around the four of you fell silent. You could have sworn you saw him dropping the bottle onto the floor on purpose. A maid rushed forward to clean the pieces of glass from the floor, but failed to do so when John grabbed the sweeping brush and scoop from her hands, throwing them onto the table in front of you. You immediately jumped up, glaring at him when Michael next to you and Arthur opposite you stood up as well.

“I think that you as our hostess should clean this up. It is your party after all.” John spoke as he continued to sit on the chair as every person in the room stared at you, waiting for your next move. For a second you even thought about doing so, but you remembered what Lucas had said to you earlier. You had to present yourself as a tough person.

“I have to disagree. It is a maid’s job, and I am no maid.” You spoke out harshly, surprising even yourself in the process. You heard a couple of women gasping at your answer. They thought that you were either very brave or very stupid. At this point even you weren’t sure which one was the correct answer. Silence filled the room for a couple of seconds when John suddenly let out a laugh, motioning to the musicians to start playing again. The maid scurried forwards as she grabbed the broom and the scoop, cleaning up the piece of glasses from the floor. You stood silently, letting out a sigh.

“Relax Y/N, I was just testing you.” John explained as Arthur took a seat while Michael remained standing next to you.

“I don’t need to be tested in my own home. Remember that next time you’re here. Enjoy your evening gentleman.” You replied as you left the table, ready to leave the room when suddenly the door of your father’s cabinet opened and Thomas Shelby along with your father stepped out.

“Everybody out!” Raimond Pierce yelled, stopping you along the way. Every other person except for the Shelby’s moved, exiting the room as quickly as they could. You stood still as Thomas walked past you, glancing at you before walking over to the table where his siblings were seated. Your father walked next to you, grabbing your arm as he forced you to walk back at the table you desperately wanted to escape from. Thomas took a seat next to Arthur while your father remained standing along with you. Thomas’s ice blue eyes were staring at you as you waited for either him or your father to say something.

“Well Y/N, after a long conversation with your father we finally managed to work out a deal.” Thomas explained, grabbing Arthur’s drink and downing it. The Shelby’s stared at Thomas, unsure what he was talking about.

“What deal?” You managed to speak out, the harshness from before gone. Thomas motioned towards your father as you turned to him, a confused expression on your face. When he didn’t reply you turned back at Thomas who let out a chuckle.

“Well you see, your father desperately needed someone to help him with keeping his properties. I have graciously agreed to help him. In exchange, you are to marry one of my siblings so that the peace between us would last as long as possible.” Thomas spoke out, his face showing no expressions. You on the other hand felt your mouth fell open as you stared at him before looking at your father.


“All bets are off”- Chapter 2

Originally posted by lifetime-of-wishes

Ship: Thomas Shelby X Reader 

Hey there :)

As always, I’m not a native speaker, so I just got to tell you all how thankful I am to have @sarcastiphonix for helping me with my grammar troubles!

Prologue (x), Chapter 1 (x)

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Chapter 2

“Pleased to meet you, Mr Shelby.“ My voice was strained but I still accepted his offer when he nodded, took out his cigarette case and handed me one. He lit them both up quickly, obviously practised in the act. The head of the Shelby firm took a deep drag and looked over me, almost as if reviewing my figure.
I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
"John, give us a minute“, he said and the man who had brought me in disappeared through a door with the letters of his name imprinted on its front.

"Please, have a seat“, he gestured to a table, arranged with two chairs and sat down on one. I waited for small fraction of time before following his example.
"If you forgive me asking, Mr Shelby“, I queried, a cloud of smoke escaping my mouth from the drag I had taken, "Why am I here?“
Thomas Shelby didn’t answer me. He sat still, smoking and continuing to cause an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. I let out an embarrassingly obvious sigh of relief as he began to speak:
"You are well known in your line of work, as am I in mine. I’m assuming I don’t have to lie to you about what us Shelby’s are doing besides the betting shop?“
I shook my head slowly.
Our eye-contact had not wavered since we had sat down.
And I was certainly not going to be the one who gave in.
"And the point is?“, I asked, inhaling more glorious toxins from my cigarette.
It clearly calmed me down.
"Your work won’t ever be mentioned with the other side of the business“,
he explained and for a split second the corners of his mouth raised up. It was a strange look but, not surprisingly, alluring.
"Your work will require you to ride our horses at the races and you will push them into the upper positions. You don’t need to know our reasons or tactics for your own safety, you don’t want to get pulled too deeply into this. All you need to know is, if you work for us“, he tossed his dog-end in the ashtray, "you will work only for us. And if you only work once for us, you will still always work for us. You become a part of the company and cannot leave its confines.“ As if I had a choice in the matter.
I went to give a retort but he interrupted me.
"You’ll be paid well, that’s not an issue. I’ll see you on Monday for further instructions“, he stood up and headed back to his office.
"And what if I decide that I don’t want to work for you?“ I piped up sharply.
The most dangerous man in Birmingham stopped in his tracks. He turned around and his eyes seemed to pierce my skin.
"And why would you make such a decision?“, he demanded.
"In my business I am usually free to do anything I want“, I said with
insistence. Mr. Shelby came as close as he could, trying to force me backwards like a cowardly being. But I would not give in and refused to take a step back. He eyeballed me again.
"I understand that your mother taught you about independence after your father’s death. And that’s one of the reasons why I chose you and not some idiotic prick that isn’t able to see beyond things that happen at the courses. But I won’t repeat myself.” He took a step backwards, pointing towards me before continuing, “I want you to know this will be a legitimate partnership; but I am not here to answer all your questions, you need to be careful what you do or say in this company.
The only thing you are free to do is to decide how far you fall into this world. Remember that every deviation from ignorance has it’s price“. He paused before informing me more, "You’ll be available any time. Be here on Monday at 10 o’clock, John will take you to our stables.“ Thomas Shelby turned around and vanished in his office.
Right after the door was closed, John Shelby opened his.
"Believe me“, he mumbled with a cigar in his mouth, "It’s even more stressful to be related to him.“ My eyebrows shot in the air and I was surprised to find myself smiling.
"Come on, love! I’ll drive you wherever you want.“
I thanked him and followed him towards the vehicle.

Did I have incorrect preconceptions of the Shelby Brothers? Weren’t they as evil as they were in the stories I’d heard about them? Maybe they handled their business in the same way I dealt with mine. But then I remembered the way Thomas Shelby looked at me.
Those disillusioned eyes which seemed to drown in emptiness. They suggested the group had secrets, dark ones.
And still, they were the most catching pair I had ever seen.

"Sorry for trying to run from you at the course. I mean, I didn’t know there that we would be working together… or for the rest of my life“, I said to John, muttering the latter part under my breath.”
John grinned before making a dismissive motion, “Forget it. It’s understandable considering our reputation.”
“So, perhaps we could have a fresh start… I’m Alice.“ I went to give him my hand but after realising what I’d implies I could have easily hit myself again. This was a fucking gangster and I was behaving as if I was on my first date. What the bloody hell was wrong with me? This guy was part of the most dangerous family in Birmingham, it was easy to believe he could kill people, fast and easy.
"I—I’m sorry. Forget it, I’m just tired, I had a long day“, I stuttered.
My rising heart rate calmed down when I saw John flash me a kind smile.
"I know exactly who you are, we’ve been watching you for weeks. There isn’t anything I don’t know about you. From your father’s death to your boyfriends heritage and how he’s going to propose to you.“
"Fuck. Now I feel naked“, Naturally, I didn’t relish the idea of being spied on but there’s was something about the way John spoke that made it almost feel like a protective act, that was until the gravity of what he said to be kicked in,
"Wait—Jim’s going to propose?!” The Shelby just shrugged whilst smirking, offering no further information.
John and I walked outside and got in the car.
“So you are the youngest one of them?“, I asked as we drove along the Hudson Street. "I’m the youngest lad besides Finn, yes.” He explained still staring at the road, “You’ll get to know the rest of the family soon but Arthur is the eldest.“
I frowned, "So why is Thomas running the business?“
John Shelby sighed and bit his lips.
"You know“, he seemed to chose his words carefully, "The war left scars.
But Tommy came back with a clear prospect of what he wanted. Arthur’s wounds are still, infected shall we say. You’ll soon see that this company has clear rules and that nothing is more important than family. Nothing.“
I nodded as he arrived outside my house which he had not needed the directions to, of course.
"Thank you“, I stated, stepping out of the car. "I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?“
"I guess“, John mumbled and leant out of his window before telling me, "You know, Thomas didn’t tell anybody why he chose you. But it seems his good taste has triumphed again.“ John accelerated the car and left me standing on a beautiful evening in May, asking myself the same question repeatedly.
Why the hell did Tommy Shelby pick me to be his jockey?
But more importantly; why did I enjoy the prospect of being part in this company so much?

Jim swung open the front door and ran at me before enveloping me in a deep hug.
"Oh lord, Ally, where the hell have you been?“, he murmured into my hair.
I wasn’t sure why but I felt I couldn’t return the embrace.
There were so many thoughts and images coursing through my mind. Whenever I closed my own eyes I was haunted by the vision of a pair of sharp blue ones, they always appeared enticing and in them I could see my reflection faltering, slipping into his world.


A/N: Hello Again! I hope whomever is taking time out of their day to read this, is having a fabulous day! I really appreciate you reading my little story, it makes me so hahope you enjoy it! And to my few followers, Thank you! Thank you so much, I love you guys, I hope you enjoy what I put out here, and I sincerely hope you stick around. And for everyone reading, liking, reblogging, or commenting, you are so wonderful and I greatly appreciate it. Anyways, enough of my rambling, as always I hope you enjoy, and all lyrics will be in italics….Oh! And this was inspired by Ed Sheerans song, Perfect off his new album Divide, in case you were wondering ;)
I found a love for me, darling just dive right in and follow my lead…

You and Hercules had met when you were ten and he was twelve. He didn’t really pay much attention to you at first, but as you both grew older he stated to notice you more and more. Then you were sixteen, and he was eighteen, and he couldn’t ignore you any longer….

There you were in the cafeteria sitting with your best friend, Eliza and her sisters, Angelica and Peggy. Now, Hercules knew the Schuyler sisters well, but he knew Angelica the most. He never really looked to where all of you sat, but this day, you kind of brought attention to yourselves.

As you and the Schuyler sisters started to sing ‘Summer Nights’ from ‘Grease’. You sang Sandys part while Eliza took Dannys, in a deep voice, and Angelica sang back up for Eliza, while Peggy did the same for you. None of you had noticed the attention you were getting until Alexander and John came up behind Eliza and did the ‘oh wella, wella,’ part, which scared you and Eliza before you all fell into a fit of laughter. Hercules couldn’t take his eyes of you. The sweetness of your laughter, your beautiful heart stopping smile, and the joy in your eyes. He always wanted to see you that way, completely carefree and happy.

Lafayette, Hercules best friend had noticed him staring at you and decided to give his friend a push. “Shall we join them, mon ami?” he asks looking towards the table you were at, “our friends are over there too.” As Herc hesitated, Laf picked up both their trays and made his way over to the table, with Herc following behind and grabbing his tray from Laf, before they reached the table. Lafayette was grinning at his friend, “do you have room for two more, mes amies?” he says to the table but looks to you.

“Of course,” giving both the Frenchman and Hercules a shy smile. The rest of lunch period went by with lots of laughs, and a new group of friends being formed, all the while with you and Herc stealing glances at each other.

It wasn’t long after all of you became friends that you and Hercules grew closer. You would text each other all the time, and you both seemed to be in your own little world when you were together. Your friends noticed this and decided you both needed a shove in the right direction. The girls started pushing you, while the boys pushed Herc.

“So, (Y/N) what do you think of Hercules?” Angelica asks you one day all four of you are at the mall. You immediately become nervous.

“Wha- What do you mean?” you stammer, “he’s a sweet guy, I guess,” you say as you look down, trying to hide your blush. Peggy gasps as she points at you.

“You totally like him!” you look at her with wide eyes as she jumps up and down singing, “(Y/N) and Hercules sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!”

You groan, while Angie and Eliza laugh, “Please, Pegs, stop,” you plead with her, she relents, but smiles mischievously at while wiggling her eyebrows at you. You sigh looking to her sisters for help, but they give you the same look. You groan into your hands before looking back up at them, “okay, I like Hercules,” you admit, “I like him a lot.” The three sisters squeal and wrap you up and hug, as you laugh at their antics.

Meanwhile, Herc was getting much of the same treatment. His three friends deciding on a slightly different approach. “You know, (Y/N)’s pretty cute,” John starts. He notices Herc glance his way, before he smirks at Alexander.

“Yeah she is,” Alex continues, “she’s really cute,” he glances towards Herc knowing he has his attention, “in fact I’ve heard a lot of guys talking about asking her out.” Herc tries really hard to focus on his phone, as Alex now smirked at Lafayette.

“Oui, I have heard much of the same, but one guy, Samuel Seaburry?” both John and Alex look to Laf, and giving him a nod, while Herc now fully looks at Laf. “He seems most adamant about asking out, our pretty, young friend.” Herc now looks annoyed, while his friends are trying to hold back their laughter.

“Samuel Seaburry?! That guys a total tool!” Herc exclaims, angered and jealous at the idea of someone as ridiculous as Samuel dating someone as wonderful as you.

“What’s the big deal Herc?” Alex says, “I mean she’s single, and Sam isn’t that bad.” Herc looks at Alex like he’s crazy.

“He’s not good enough for her. (Y/N) is smart, funny, beautiful, and above all she has the biggest, kindest heart of anyone I’ve ever met,” he says while pacing and getting a dazed look in his eye. His friends all smile at each other.

“Wow Herc,” John breathes as if he’s shocked by his older friends outburst, “it sounds like, you like her. Don’t you think guys?” he looks to Alex and Laf who nod their heads.

“What?” he says nervously, “No, I mean we’re friends, I care about her you know?” Hercules is met with the unbelieving stares of his friends before he sighs closes his eyes, “okay, I like (Y/N), I like her a lot.” He opens his eyes as his friends start high-fiving each other and wooing at him. He shakes his head, and laughs at them.

“You need to tell her mon ami,” Laf says, placing a hand on Hercs shoulder, “I have it on a good authority she feels the same,” he gives Herc a wink, and Herc gives him a chuckle, and smile and decides to tell you.

Two days later, you and Herc meet up after school, at a small park near the school. Both of you incredibly nervous.

“Herc I”- you start but he stops you.

“(Y/N), I like you. A lot. I mean how could I not,” he pauses and take your hands in his, “you’re funny, smart, you’re incredibly sweet, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known. And I know that we’ve known each other a longtime, but you’ve always been in the back of my head, and now you’re in front of me and I can’t just ignore my feelings for you.” He looks at you seeing a smile on your face.

“Herc,” you say, feeling your heart swell at his words, “I like you so much, I’ve never met someone so kind and gentle, or as funny or wonderful or as handsome,” you both laugh as you look into each other’s eyes, “the feeling is more than mutual.”

He smiles at you, as he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, “will you go out with me this weekend?” your smile brightens at his question.

“I’d love to,” you say before you both hear a chorus of ‘awws’ behind you. You turn to see all of your friends trying to hide behind a tree. You cover your face and lean into Hercs shoulder to hide, as he wraps an arm around you, and laughs at your friends. You look up at him, and both smile at each other, knowing you both got the only person you wanted.

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.

You and Herc were together all of his senior year and your sophomore year, as well as his first year of college and your junior year. But, you soon started to feel the pressure of the distance, until neither of you could take it anymore…

It was the middle of your senior year and you had both been busy with school, but you had become frustrated because Herc had cancelled coming to see you three times in a row, and when he did come to see you he seemed distracted. You knew he was busy off at college but couldn’t he at least be here with you, when he was home? So when he finally came to see you and asked if he could hangout with the boys, you became immediately angry.

“Herc, I haven’t seen you for three months, three months Herc!” you hold up three fingers to emphasize your point. “Do you know how much I’ve missed you? Do you know how hard it is to be around Eliza and Alexander everyday?” you ask him, now standing in front of him, “do you know what it’s like to be ignored by someone you love, when all you want is for them to be with you?” you look him straight in the eye, “of course you don’t because I’m always here when you need me, but you’re not,” you fold your arms over your chest and turn away from him, “even when you’re here with me, you’re not really here, you always seem distracted.”

Herc sighs, holding his head in hands, “What do you want from me (Y/N)?” he looks as frustrated as you feel, “I don’t have time for stuff like this, I’m trying to keep my grades up, you know how hard that is for me, and I don’t need you adding to my stress okay?” you look at him, astonished at his words.

“So, what? I’m just a problem, you don’t want to deal with?”

“That’s not what I said, you just don’t understand,” he sighs.

“Because I’m your naïve little high school girlfriend, right? I don’t know anything,” you say bitterly, trying your best not to cry.

“Just drop it, (Y/N),” he replies, frustration in his voice, and normally you would, but you hadn’t seen him and three months. He’d been distant for even longer and if he didn’t want to be with you he needed to tell you. No matter how much it hurt, you knew you deserved better than this.

“Herc, if you’re not happy with me anymore, you need to tell me,” he looks up at you and you continue, “ I don’t know how much longer I can take this. You’re so distant and I haven’t really been happy in months,” you finish, tears building in your eyes. You look at him and see his eyes are filled with anger and hurt.

“So, that’s it, you just want to end it? You know what, (Y/N)?” he stands grabbing his jacket, “Fine. Let’s end it, we’re done. You can be happy without me,” he says bitterly towards you, before getting in his car and driving off, leaving you crying, and calling after him.

‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love, not knowing what it was, I will not give you up this time.

It had been three months without you. Three months of Hercules being so blatantly aware that you were no longer his. He knew that he was wrong, and more than that, he knew he wanted you back. He just didn’t think you wanted him back. A million thoughts raced through his head about you with other guys, and it made his heart crack a little each time. It had been three months and when Alex and John came to visit, he finally got the courage to go win you back, if he could…

“Hey guys, what brings you here?”, Hercules greets his younger friends. Alex and John share a look, before turning back to Hercules.

“What are you doing, Herc?”, Alex asks some frustration in his voice.

“What do you mean?” Herc replies confused by his question.

“You’re sitting here on your ass, and you look miserable,” John states his frustration evident.

“Thanks for compliment, John”, Herc says dryly.

Both Alex and John just stare it him wide eyed for a second before they both yell, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!” he shouts back, annoyed by their outburst, that to him came out of nowhere.

“She’s miserable, man,” John starts, “she cries all the time, but she tries to hide it,” he looks at Herc. “She doesn’t smile anymore, none of us have heard her laugh once for the past three months,” he finishes with a sigh and a look of sorrow on his face.

“Don’t you love her, Herc?” Alex asks, as he nods, “then go get her, stop sitting here feeling sorry for yourself and fix it. You know this is your fault, you know you’re wrong, you know she deserves better, so give it to her.” Alex pauses, before adding, “she still loves you, fix it.” And with that both Alex and John leave, as Lafayette arrives, both boys say hello to Laf and he takes a seat next Hercules.

Herc looks at his best friend, “you called them didn’t you?” Laf nods.

“I called in reinforcements, mon ami,” he replies and places a hand on Hercs shoulder, “you’ve been miserable, do yourself a favor and go win back the girl.”

And so, that’s what he did, determined to win back the girl of his dreams, he got into his car and drove to your house.

You were surprised to see his name across the screen of your phone, and figured it was a mistake and didn’t answer. When you received a text right after, your heart beat started to quicken.

Herc-*please come outside, I need to talk to you*

You-*you’re here?*

Herc-*yes, I know I don’t deserve to have you come talk to me, but I’ll wait here all night if I have to*

You-*give me three minutes*

Hercules anxiously waited for you to come down to see him. When you opened the door and stood in front of him, he saw the bags under your eyes, and your disheveled look, and his heart broke.

“I know you probably hate me, and that you might not want to see me,” he starts, “but, I just wanted to tell you, how sorry I am, there is nothing I regret more than hurting the only girl I’ve ever loved.” He looks to the ground before continuing, “you deserve nothing but love and everything good in this world. And I know that I messed up, but if you give me one chance, just one.” He looks up at you. “I will never hurt you again, I’ll shower you with love everyday, I’ll be better because you deserve better. I only need one chance, because if I get you back in my arms, I’m never letting you go,” he finishes, breathing heavy, heart beating fast and staring you in the eyes.

You had been frozen in front of him with arms crossed over your chest during his speech. Now, you tilted your head back, closed your eyes trying to stop the tears from falling, and turned away from him. His heart dropped, thinking you were going to send him away. You turn around look him in the eyes, tears falling down your cheeks, “you better mean everything you just said Hercules Mulligan because this won’t happen again.” He gives a sigh of relief and rushes to you as he takes you in his arms, lifting you off the ground, and holding you as close as possible. Your arms went around his neck, as he nuzzled his face into your neck kissing you once there, and whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry, I love you.” You pull back to look at him and rest your forehead against his, “It took you long enough,” he laughs and you smile for the first time in months, I love you too.”

But darling just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own, and in your eyes your holding mine.

Two years later, and you couldn’t be happier with Herc. It wasn’t easy at first, you felt like he was going to change again and leave you, but everyday he proved to you how much he loved you. Whether, it was calling in to check on you everyday, or his dedication to seeing you every weekend. He never faltered once in his promise to you, and soon you didn’t have one ounce of doubt or fear in his love for you.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms.

It was your anniversary night, and Herc had planned everything out meticulously, wanting everything to be perfect. Tonight he was going to propose to you, and though he knew you would more than likely say yes, he didn’t want to mess this up. When he picked you up, he couldn’t help the way his heart sped up at the sight of you, you were the most beautiful woman in the world to him, and he was thanking his lucky stars that he was the one you wanted.

Hand in hand, he lead you to patch of trees in the park that you had always loved, and you gasped when you took in the scene. He had set up a table in the middle, twinkle lights hung all in the trees, flower petals sprinkled all over the grass, and a small speaker set up on a small bench nearby. You couldn’t believe it, it looked so magical.

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.

“Babe, this is,” you pause, “so beautiful. I love it, and I love you.” You turn back to him, placing a soft kiss to his lips, as he leads you to the table. You both ate and talked with soft music playing, when you heard your favorite song playing.

You turn to Hercules with a smile on your face, “Babe! That’s our song,” you say.

He smiles at you lovingly, rising from his seat and offers you his hand, “may I have this dance?”

You give him a big smile, and a nod, placing your hand in his. He spins you around, then pulls you back to him, placing an arm around your waist and the other holding your hand in his. You place your hand on his shoulder as he dances you around the grass. As the song played on you couldn’t help how happy you felt.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath, but you heard it, ‘darling, you look perfect tonight.’

As the song finished, Hercules pulled away and looked at you, you looked back wondering if he wanted to stop dancing, “There’s something I need to tell you, well ask you really,” he says.

You scrunch your eyebrows, confused, “What is it?” you ask, as he takes a step back and gets down on one knee. You gasp, as your heart starts beating faster, “Herc, what are you doing?” he simply smiles at you from his position and takes your hand in his.

“You are my favorite person in the world, you’re my best friend. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t ever want to know. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, I love you more than you can ever really comprehend. You’re my entire world, my moon, my stars, my sunlight, you’re all the beauty in this world.” Tears start forming in your eyes, “and baby, if you let me, I promise, for the rest of my life, until my very last breath, that I will make you as happy as you have made me, and I will do my best to prove I’m worthy of having you as my wife.” He pauses and takes the ring out of his pocket, and you gasp again, it’s beautiful. “(Y/N), will you marry me?”

With tears running down your cheeks you nod quickly, “Yes, yes, yes! Of course I will,” you say before falling into his arms, “with everything in me. I love you,” you say as you grab his face and kiss him with every ounce of love in you. He kisses you back with just as much fervor. As you pull away smiling, he takes the ring out of the box and places it on your finger, “Herc, love, this is beautiful, it’s perfect,” you say as you kiss his cheek, resting your forehead against his.

“I told everyone we would take a picture,” he says and you look at him, and then wipe at your cheeks.

“I look a mess,” you say trying to wipe away all the moisture.

“Darling, you look perfect tonight,” he says as he places a hand on your cheek, and you smile at the man you love, as your heart swells at his words. You take a few pictures and send them to all your friends who all reply with excited congratulations. Once you’re done with all that, you rest your back against his chest, his arms around you and your head against his shoulder.

He rests his head on yours, “You know I bought the ring one month after we got back together,” he says and you lift your head to stare at him in shock, he simply smiles at you. “I just finished paying it off actually,” he looks at the ring and then at you, “I knew I never wanted to spend another day without you.” You place a hand on his cheek and kiss him softly before resting against him more. With his arms wrapped around you, you both sat in the grass and sang love songs to each other, just enjoying each other and the love you shared.

Well, I found a woman stronger than anyone I know…

Hercules couldn’t help but be awed at what an amazing woman you were. You were the strongest person he knew. He knew that no matter what he faced, that you would be right by his side, probably fighting harder than even him. With you by his side he knew he could take anything that life would throw at him.

She shares my dreams, I hope that some day I’ll share her home.

You were Hercules biggest supporter, his number one cheerleader. Whenever he would doubt himself, you were there to lift him up and encourage him to keep going and pursue his hopes and dreams. He in turn did the same for you.

You had your own moments of self doubt, moments you thought you weren’t good enough or that you weren’t doing enough. And in these moments, Hercules would shower you with love and encouragements. Pushing you to keep going, and gave you confidence in yourself to excel in every endeavor you had.

You were each other’s guiding light. You loved each other more than anything, and now that you were engaged and soon to be married, you couldn’t wait to build your home and your life together.

I found a lover, to carry more than just my secrets, to carry love, to carry children of our own.

Another year goes by as you plan the wedding, and before you know it it’s the night before the big day. You and Herc stand on Angelicas porch, and start saying your goodbyes.

“I can’t believe we’re actually getting married tomorrow,” you say your hands clasped in Hercules standing in front of you.

He looks at you at you, eyebrows raised, “you’re not getting cold feet, are you?” he says. You smile up at him and shake your head.

“Of course not, tomorrow I finally get to become Mrs. Hercules Mulligan,” you say releasing one of his hands to wave yours over the air, imagining it being written. You give him a big smile, and he laughs as he takes your hand to hold in his again.

“Hmm, finally my dream is coming true,” he says placing your arms around his neck, as his go around your waist to pull you closer.
“Herc,” you giggle as he nuzzles your neck. He lifts his head and gives you a mischievous little smirk.

“You know we can start working on kids by tomorrow night,” he says still giving you a smirk and wiggling his eyebrows at you. You laugh, shake your head, and slightly hit his shoulder.

“One thing at a time mister, let’s actually say our ‘I dos’ before we start thinking about our kiddos.” He kisses your cheek and smiles at you.

“How many we talking here babe,” he says, “one or two?” he asks, still smiling at you. You shake your head.

“Uh uh, we’re having at least three or four buddy,” you reply smiling, as he pretends to look nervous. You smack his shoulder, and he chuckles before kissing your lips sweetly.

“Sounds perfect,” he says as his foreheads rests against yours, both of you smiling.
“Alright love birds, break it up” Alex says as he steps out of the house and slaps Herc on the shoulder, “you have the rest of your lives to be gross together.” He smiles at the both of you as you separate from each other.

You stick your tongue out at him, “Whatever Alex, I’ve heard how mushy you are with Eliza.”

Eliza promptly blushes, as Alex looks at her lovingly and shrugging, “What can I say, I’m a man in love.”

Herc reaches out for you, pulling you back into his arms, “So am I,” he says looking into your eyes. And it’s your turn to blush, as you hide your face in his neck, as he slightly chuckles holding you to him.

“Alright, alright, that’s it cuties,” Angelica is the one separating the two of you this time, “Tomorrow’s a big day, and the bride to be needs to rest.” She pulls you from Hercules, as Lafayette takes his friend from you. You look longingly towards your future husband, both of you deciding to be dramatic, hands reaching out to each other, as your friends pull you both away.

“Do not worry my love, I will be with you tomorrow, though the night I face without you will be torturous,” Hercules yells to you.

“My darling, my night will be much the same without you by my side, my heart calls to you ‘til meet again tomorrow.” Angie, and the boys roll their eyes at your antics, while Peggy and Eliza laugh. As the girls get you inside, and the boys get into the car you both run out to each other once more, meeting halfway.

You hold each other close, and share a sweet kiss, and rest your foreheads together, “I’ll meet you at 6 o’ clock tomorrow, I’ll be dressed in a tux,” he says to you.

You smile before replying, “I’ll be the one in white.” Eliza comes to get you, while Alex is sent for Hercules. She places a hand on your shoulder, you give Herc a smile, before turning to Eliza, “Take me away,” you say dramatically, as she links your arm with hers and laughs. Herc walks backwards to the car, as you backwards toward the house not wanting to miss one glimpse of each other. As you reach the door, and he reaches the car, you blow him kiss and mouth the words ‘I love you’ as he smiles and mouths back ‘I love you more’ before the boys drive off.

We are still kids but we’re so in love, fighting against all odds, I know we’ll be alright this time.

The next day went off without a hitch, you both cried as you spoke your vows. As you were announced husband and wife, you shared a sweet kiss, and looked at each other with nothing but love and joy in your hearts. You had finally become one, as you walked back down the aisle hand in hand as husband and wife, you couldn’t think of anyone else to walk through life with.

Darling, just hold my hand, be my girl, I’ll be your man. I see my future in your eyes.

Being that you were still in school for another year and Herc just graduated you couldn’t afford a huge reception, so with some family and your closest friends you celebrated in Angelicas backyard, being the gracious hostess, and making sure the happy couple stayed that way. You couldn’t be more thankful for all your friends, they had helped to set up everything. The boys doing all the yard work to prepare, and the girls doing the decorating and anything else you needed so you didn’t have to worry. After speeches were made, and everyone had enjoyed dinner, it was time for you and Hercules to have your first dance.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms.

You smiled as he rose from his seat, offering his hand to help you up, “Are you ready, my darling wife?”

You smile up at him, placing your hand in his, “more than I’ve ever been for anything else.” He smiles at you, as you rise from your seat and make your way to the middle of the yard.

“Oh wait,” you stop, and he does too. You take off your heels and smile up at him. He chuckles slightly and nods before taking off his own, while your wedding guests laugh. Once both of you are ready you walk arm and arm to the middle of the yard, as your song begins to play.

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.

You both take position, you wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his around your waist. He pulls you close as you rest your foreheads together, smiling and reveling in this beautiful moment you got to share. He kisses your nose and you giggle looking up at him, as he places a soft, slow kiss to your lips. As you hear whoops and whistles, started by none other than your wedding party, you both laugh as you hide your face in Hercs neck.

When I saw you in that dress looking so beautiful, I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight.

As the song continues Herc starts whispering to you, “you know I think my heart stopped when I saw you walk out in this dress,” he says. You look up at him, “I’ve never seen something as beautiful as the way you look tonight, you take my breath away.” You rest your forehead against his not knowing what to say, “I’m so lucky, I don’t deserve this, darling you look perfect tonight,” he continues you lift your head, placing a hand on his cheek so that he would look at you.

“You deserve this, we both do,” you sat placing a kiss to his lips, “I love you.”

He smiles, “I love you more,” you laugh as the song finishes and you invite your guests to join you on the ‘dance floor’.

The night goes on well into the morning before you all crash at Angies, and when you wake up in the early afternoon in the arms of your husband, you smile and snuggle up to him before drifting off to sleep once more.

Baby, I’m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms.

Another two years gone by, you had graduated, Hercules was designing clothes for a label, and you were pregnant. Hercules was so excited when you told him. You smile at the memory….

You had just moved into your new house that you were renting, from George and Martha. You had been married for a year and two months and although the first year was hard, you were both incredibly happy. You couldn’t wait to tell Herc the news. You were a little nervous, but you knew how much he wanted kids so that calmed you a bit.

When he came home from work that night, you made him his favorite meal for dinner, and before you both got up from the table, you held his hand in your own. “Herc,” you say to get his attention.

“Yes my love,” he replies giving you a loving look.

“We’re going to have someone living with us in nine months,” you say with a small smile on your face.

“Nine months?” he says confused at first, but then realization hits him, “Babe!” You smile at him fully now. “You’re pregnant?” he asks, excitement in his voice as his own smile grows. You nod and you’re in his arms in a second he holds you tight, as you both start to cry. He pulls back resting his hand on your still flat stomach, before placing a kiss there, “Hey little one, you are the luckiest kid in the world because you are gonna have the best mom in the world,” you smile and place a hand on his cheek, “and I’ll try my best to make you both proud.”

It was quite a shock a few months later when you found out you were going to have twin girls. You freaked out, immediately worried, you were nervous about one baby and now you were going to have two. Herc noticed your panic right way and quickly reassured you.

“You’re not doing this alone,” he told you, “I’ll be here every step of the way,” he kissed your forehead as your breathing calmed.

“And we can always dump them on our friends if we get too tired,” he joked and you laughed shaking your head. He looked you in the eyes, “we can do this,” he tells you his hand on your cheek.

You nod, “we can do this,” you repeat before pulling him into a kiss.

You were sitting in the nursery, rocking back and forth in your glider, waiting for Herc to get home. Just moments later you heard the front door open. “I think daddy’s home, my darlings,” you say to your belly.

“(Y/N)? Where are you love?” you hear your husband call.

“In the nursery babe,” you call back. Seconds later he walks through the door way and over to you, leaning down to kiss you. Then kneeling on the ground in front of you, placing two kisses on your belly. One for each of your daughters, before looking up at you.

“How are feeling today, love?” he asks you, you were days away from delivery and he wanted to make sure you were alright.

“Mmmm…” you start, pretending think about it, “ginormous,” you say as he chuckles.

“Well, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world to me darling,” he says placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I better be, carrying your daughters, hasn’t been a cake walk,” you joke, smiling up at him. He laughs again, “Well, I’m going to make dinner so I hope that helps a bit,” he says, you nod and try to hold back a yawn. He notices and suggests that you take a nap, while he fixes dinner. He helps you from your seat, before lifting you into his arms, and carries you to the bedroom for your nap, while he cooks dinner. He wakes you up about an hour and a half later, and once again carries you to the table.

“Babe, this is really sweet, but I can walk,” you tell him as he sets you down.

“You’ve been walking around the house all day, and I don’t want you straining yourself,” he tells you as he kisses your forehead. You nod as you both start eating dinner.

Once you’ve both finished you ask Herc if you could go sit in the backyard for a little bit. He picks you up once more, taking you outside and setting you on the porch swing before sitting next to you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.

“I can’t wait to be able to dance again,” you say, it was too hard to now. Moving your body around with twins in your tummy was exhausting.

“We can dance babe,” Herc says a smile on his face.

“Babe, I can’t dance my tummy is too big and I get tired so fast,” you become tired just thinking about it.

“Watch,” Herc says standing before lifting you into his arms and walking onto the grass swaying back and forth.

“Babe,” you say your arms around his neck and your forehead against his, as you kiss him. You dance a few minutes before telling him that you needed water. He sets you down on the porch swing before going inside to get you water, and then your water breaks. Your eyes go wide, as your breathing becomes quicker, “Herc!” you yell, he runs out right away.

“What happened? What’s wrong?” he asks at your side at once.

You look at him panic in your eyes, “My water just broke.”

He takes your hands in his, “Okay baby just breathe, everything is going to be okay, we get to meet our baby girls,” he says as he gives you kiss, “we can do this, remember?”
You nod, “we can do this.”

I have faith in what I see, now I know I have met an angel in person and she looks perfect…

Twelve hours of labor later, and your twin girls, Alayna and Ophelia Mulligan are born. You wake up from your nap to Hercules holding them. You smile at him, “Aren’t they perfect?” you say, getting your husbands attention as he places Alayna in your arms, kissing your forehead.

“They look like little angels, just like their mom,” he replies, you look at him smiling and pull him in for another kiss. You were petrified, but Herc had faith in you, he knew what an amazing mother you would be.

I don’t deserve this, you look perfect tonight…

Six months later and Hercules couldn’t be more right. You were a natural and your girls were just as beautiful as their mother. It was a Friday night and he was so relieved to be home, as he walked quietly into the house, he made his way into the nursery. He smiles as he sees you animatedly sing along to Grease as your twin girls giggle at you. He gives you a standing ovation as the song finishes. You turn around and give him a bow, before smiling at him. He picks up each of his daughters and gives them each a kiss then sets them into their crib. He turns to you and pulls you close giving you a kiss.
You smile loving the feel of his arms around you, before pulling away, “Help me put these little ones to sleep?” you ask.

“It would be my honor, my love,” he replies as you give him another quick kiss, before you both prepare your daughters for bed.
You both fall into bed an hour later, cuddling up to each other, and sighing in comfort. “I love you so much, (Y/N).” You move to look at him and smile.

“I love you too, Herc.” You rest a hand against his cheek, “is everything okay?” you ask, slightly worried.

“Of course, I just love you, you’re perfect, and I don’t deserve you, but I thank my lucky stars or whoever is watching over me, that I get to have you as my wife and mother of my children.” He tells you looking at you with love, you smile and reach up to kiss him.

“You deserve this Herc,” you say resting your forehead against his, “we both do.” You smile remembering your words from your wedding. “I’m perfect with you.” He smiles rubs his nose against yours before kissing you slowly, before deepening it…..

A/N: This kind of got away from me, but I hope it was okay? I’ve really enjoyed writing these and I hope you’ve all enjoyed reading them.

With Deepest Affections (Aaron Burr x Reader)


Request: “Could you do #169 with Aaron Burr?”

169: “I just want you to know that when I picture myself happy…it’s with you.”

Words: 2674

(A/N- I know that Aaron Burr wasn’t actually Charles Lee’s second in his duel against John Laurens,  but these imagines are more about the musical characters than the real people. Also it fits in with the story really nicely :D)

The letter arrived on your doorstep one day. Your full name was written on the front of the envelope in flowing black ink. Perplexed, you tore it open and sat down in your mother’s favorite arm chair.

Dear Miss L/N,

I regret that I cannot speak to you in person. I am currently fighting with the Continental Army in Monmouth County. I work closely with your brother, Charles Lee, and I must admit, you caught my eye at the ball before we left. I was not able to approach at the time, but I could not rest knowing that you remained unaware of my feelings toward you. I really do wish you could hear all of this from my voice, but I simply could not wait to tell you, funny, considering I am usually a man of great patience. I suppose that just shows how strong an impact you’ve made on me. 

By the time you receive this letter, we will mostly likely be engaged in battle. I assure you, however, that I will continue to write until my return at which time I hope you will allow me the pleasure of accompanying me to dinner.

With deepest affections, 

Aaron Burr

You couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face. You laughed at the idea that someone who knew your brother well and still wanted to be involved in the family. You loved Charles yes, but you also knew how stubborn he could be. He hadn’t wanted to join the army, but he felt the need to prove his bravery to your father.  At least one good thing came out of this: If Charles had not wanted to fight, you never would’ve gone to the farewell ball to see him off, and this Aaron Burr never would’ve spotted you. You were deeply upset that you didn’t know who this man was and could not put a face to the name. It didn’t matter what he looked like though, his words had moved you. Eager to find out more of the man, you pulled a coat of your gown and set of towards the Schuyler household knowing that they were all well versed in the hierarchy of New York citizens and the three daughters had also attended the ball. You rapped on their door only twice before it swung open. 

“Y/N!” Angelica squealed and hugged you. 

“Y/N?” Another questioned before Peggy appeared behind Angelica. She elicited a sound of joy and hugged you as well. 

“It’s so good to see you two!” You looked around. “Where’s Eliza?” 

“Oh, she’s off writing a letter to Alexander.” Peggy rolled her eyes. “Another one.”

“Well, they are in love.” Angelica said to Peggy and looked away. “Not that I’m not overjoyed to see you,” Angelica said motioning for you to come in, “but what brings you here.” 

“I have a question. It’s rather important actually.”

“Go on…” Angelica said.

“Do either of you have any knowledge about a man named Aaron Burr?” You said timidly. 

“Oh my.” Angelica rolled her eyes. Your heart sank.

“What? What about him?” 

“He’s also trying to get with some rich girl. Usually one of us,” said Peggy. 

“Really?” You were taken aback. His words seem so sincere. 

“Has he approached you too?” Angelica asked. 

“Well..” you started. “He wrote me a letter saying I caught his eye at the farewell ball. He said he knew Charles well and that they were working together.” You couldn’t keep the disappointment out of your voice. Angelica picked up on this. She had you sit. 

Look,” she said, taking both your hands into to her gingerly, “I’m not saying whatever he said wasn’t true, but I would be careful not to fall too quickly. You have no idea where his intentions really lie, and you have no way of knowing the real tone of his words through a letter.” You nodded solemnly. 

Just be careful, Y/N” Peggy said. You smiled at her. Not many people gave her credit for her mature wisdom. 

Thank you, both of you. I think I will wait to reply to him. If he truly does have deeper feelings for me, he will write again anyway right?” You said, 

Excellent idea, Y/N.” Angelica smirked at you. 

A week had passed since you received your first letter from Aaron. Your hopes were beginning to sink lower and lower. You almost caved and wrote back several times, but you stopped yourself. You were convinced that if he really cared, he would write again. Thankfully you didn’t have to worry anymore because exactly one week and one day after the first letter, another arrived. 

Dear Miss L/N

My friend Alexander Hamilton has informed me that you may have heard things about me. His wife, Elizabeth, wrote to him saying her sisters told you my intentions may not be pure. Know this, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to prove myself to you. I’ll do whatever it take. I’m willing to wait for you.

I am sorry to be the one to tell this news, but your brother has recently been involved in a dispute with our own George Washington and some of his most loyal soldiers, including Alexander. Now a duel has been scheduled between Charles and a man named John Laurens, unless Charles takes his word back. Being acquainted with both Charles and Laurens, I am afraid that Charles is too stubborn to apologize and Laurens will not be satisfied until he does. Per my request, I will be Charles second. I know what it can be like to lose a family member, and I sincerely don’t want you to go through that. It’s painful. It tears someone up inside, and you don’t deserve that. I promise you I will protect your brother. 

You paused. It almost seemed impossible to read on. You knew war was dangerous and that Charles wasn’t the bravest, but you never thought he could face death from a comrade. You took a shuddering breath and read on.

In reference to what the Schuyler sisters have told you about me. I must say some of their words reign true. I have tried my hand with them, but not because of their wealth. Orphanhood is a lonely life. It would be much easier if there was someone to share it with. Maybe it’s a good thing did not meet in person. I might have blundered my chances with you like I apparently had with them. Things are different with you, though. It pains me that we’ve never been formally introduced, but I’ve heard so much about you from the other men in my ranks. I can understand why you might not want to, but it would ease the ache in my heart greatly if I received a response from you. 

With deepest, and true, affections,

Aaron Burr

You shakily set the letter on the table next to you. A whirlwind of emotions was wreaking havoc in you. You were dismayed by the news of your brother’s misfortune, but Aaron’s words, like before, touched your heart. You absolutely must write one back. You couldn’t torture the poor man. You grabbed paper and soon the only sound filling your room was of your quill scratching along. 

Weeks passed filled with nothing but letters between you and Aaron. Each letter ended the same “With deepest affections”. Every chance you got you asked those around you about him, desperate to know him on a deeper level. He told the results of the duel. Charles was shot, but not killed, and would return home soon. You were thrilled, of course, that Charles was alive, but if you were honest, you were really awaiting when you could finally see Aaron in person. You two weren’t officially courting. You had the sense that Aaron wanted to ask you in person, which you respected, but you were desperate to call the boy yours. He’d written in a letter that he should be home for around two months soon, but he did not know the exact date. You were beyond eager and has been taking some measures to make sure you had the right look when he arrived. He knew what you looked like, but you had only heard people describe him to you. From what you heard, he wasn’t unattractive, but this only made you more nervous. 

You were sitting in the same chair you always sat in when you heard a knock on your door. You put down the book you reading and rushed to the door. Checking that every hair was in its place and that you had a rosy tint on your cheeks, as you had every time come to your door for a week just in case it was Aaron, you pulled your front door open. A man you didn’t recognize stood there smiling at you.

“Miss L/N” he bowed to you. 

“Mr Burr, I presume?” You tried your best to stay. 

“Please, you can call me Aaron.”

“Well then you must call me Y/N, sir.” you smiled. 

“Of course.” He smiled back. “Fancy a walk?” You nodded eagerly. You were desperate to spend more time with him away form the prying eyes of your neighbor and brother who was upstairs. The air from outside felt warm so you skipped the coat. 

“Charles! I am leaving!” you called to your brother. 

“Yeah okay.” you heard a muffled response. 

Aaron held his arm out and you took it gratefully. You two walked and talked for hours. The words flowing from both of your mouths just like they had in the letters. It was so different talking to him in person. Aaron was a very formal man, as you had expected from the tone of his letters, but you saw his true nature in the way he talked with hands when he was excited and the way he listened with such attentiveness to every word you had to say. Eventually, you found yourselves alone in a rather deserted part of town. Aaron stopped and looked at you. 

“Y/N I have to ask. I know it seems rather pointless at this point to even ask, but I feel I should. Will you allow me the great pleasure of courting you?” he looked deeply into your eyes.

“Of course, Aaron.” You smiled and he beamed down at you. He brought your hand to his lips but never broke eye contact with you. You were at a loss for words. He placed a hand gently on your cheek and you leaned ever so slightly into his touch. He took a step closer to you and you closed your eyes. You felt your lips meet his. His kiss was sweet and slow, and it left you breathless. He pulled away, and you could see the smile in his eyes. 

“Shall we continue?” he held his arm out again. 

“Certainly.” you said. 

Everyday you and Aaron walked together sometimes talking, sometimes just enjoying each others company. Sometimes you even mingled among friend at a party or ball. The fact is you were inseparable and often stayed out late into the evening because you couldn’t bear to leave each other.  Not many were supportive of your relationship. Angelica and Peggy had gotten over it, but that didn’t stop others from talking. They thought you were being naive. Your family wasn’t extremely wealthy, but you had more than Aaron. It seemed everyone in New York was convinced he only wanted your money. These accusations were so troubling it almost separated you, but you both soon came to your senses and realized that you could weather any storm better as a team. You knew the truth though.  Aaron had made it very clear to you how much he loved you. You had made it clear you felt the same.  

One night you found yourselves all dressed up at a dinner hosted by the Schuyler family. You felt so proud to be by his side, but the feeling was bittersweet. Aaron had just found out that he would be leaving in a months time, and you couldn’t help having that thought clouding over you. 

“Is something wrong, Y/N” he said after the man he had been talking to left. “You’ve been quiet, which is rather unlike you.” He winked at you. You smiled. 

“I’m fine, Aaron.” you patted his arm reassuringly. 

“Excuse me for a moment.” he said. 

You furrowed your brow. “Of course.” you said. He released your arm and walked off into the crowd. You felt rather cold not pressed against his side. 

After a bit, Eliza came up to you and told you to follow her. You were utterly confused, but you trusted her.

 She led you through a hallway to a door you’d never seen before. She kissed on the cheek and then instructed you to open the door. She left briskly giggling like a child. You had no idea what you were about to find on the other side of this door, but you were going to find out. 

Slowly, you eased the door open and saw him standing there looking as amazing as ever with a smile on his face. He was surrounded by flowers of different kinds and the only light was provided a few candles scattered about the room. 

“Aaron? What is this?” A nervous smile crept onto your face. He motioned for you to come over. He took both of your hands in his. 

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to do this for awhile. Since I talked to Charles about it but…but I was waiting for the right time and then Alexander told that I need to stop waiting and just go for it. I thought for once I might actually take his advice.” 

Realization dawned on you. What else could he have talked to Charles about concerning you? You weren’t sure so you held your tongue.

“I know not everyone has been supportive of this relationship, but Y/N I don’t care what they say. So many people have wanted to be by your side the way I am, but I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as much I want to be with you. These people are always trying to get to us. They’re convinced that I’m not right for you. And they’re right.” You opened your mouth but he held a hand up to stop you. “I will never be good enough for you because no man could ever match someone like you. But I want you to know that when I picture myself happy, it’s with you. I can’t go back to war with any uncertainties about this.” He knelt down in front of you, and the tears that had been brimming at your eyes overflowed. 

“Y/N marry me. Make me the happiest man alive. Screw what everyone else says about us. I just want to be with you.”

You were so choked up that for a moment you weren’t sure you would be able to answer him. “Yes.” you barely whispered. He stood up instantly and kissed you. You closed your eyes and savored the moment, wishing you could live in this happiness forever. 

“I love you, Aaron.” You said when he pulled away.

“I love you too, Y/N. With deepest affections.”

Brotherly Love

I woke up to crying. I immediately thought it was Bucky so I quickly padded my way to his room only to collide with the man. He started to fall backwards and I kept him from hitting the floor.

“Bucky? Are you alright? Did you have another nightmare?” I asked him with much concern.

“No. I thought you were having a nightmare and I came to check on you,” he answered with as much concern.

We listen trying to figure out where the crying was coming from. We were both thinking maybe Natasha or Tony. We started for the elevator doors in order to check on our friends and that’s when we heard the crying much louder this time. It was coming from Mary’s room.

Mary had come to us quite by accident. We were battling Loki again. He had brainwashed Sharon Carter into killing Bucky and myself. She had shot Bucky in the abdomen and was gunning for me. She had me so worried about Bucky that I hadn’t realized I didn’t have my shield. I was so unfocused that I didn’t see two things happening at the same time. First, Loki, wanting to kill me himself, had a sword aimed for my heart. I wouldn’t have been able to stop him because my shield was gone. Second, Mary, a civilian, caught in the middle of this battle, finds my shield at her feet. She sees what is about to happen and reacts. She doesn’t throw my shield towards me. She instead picks up my shield and stands over me, protecting me from Loki’s death blow. She’s been with Bucky and I ever since. We love her as if she was our sister. To us, she is our sister so hearing her crying has us upset and worried.

We slip into her room to check on her. She’s lying on the floor curled up in a ball sobbing uncontrollably. Her cell phone is ringing off the hook. We go closer to her gently calling out her name. She takes in a sharp breath and pulls herself away from us. Something has definitely happened to make her pull away from us. We come closer to her so quickly that she doesn’t have the chance to pull away again. I knelt beside her to see if she’s injured or sick. Bucky comes around the other side of her worried about the same thing as I am. He slowly reaches to touch her forehead to see if she has a fever. I was worried that she would flinch from his touch, but she draws in a breath. Bucky looked at me shacking his head. Well she didn’t have a fever which was good.

“Mary? Honey, what’s wrong?” I asked her gently. She uncurled herself to look at us. I could tell she wanted to tell us what was wrong, but the moment her phone started ringing again, she broke down crying again. I quickly pulled her on my lap and she hid her face in my neck. Bucky began rubbing her back to soothe her. We let her cry until she could find the words to tell us what was wrong. She has been there for the both of us so many times that we were willing to wait for her to be ready to tell us what was wrong.

Mary’s phone stops ringing for a moment. It clicks that whoever was trying to call her is the reason she’s upset. Bucky grabs it and turns it off so she can calm down enough to talk to us. Once it’s off, her sobbing starts to subside and she moves her head to my chest. Bucky sees what she is trying to do. It’s what she does to help calm us when we’ve had nightmares. She would have us listen to her heart and sync up our breathing with her heart beat.

“That’s it, Mary. Listen to Stevie’s heart. Breathe with the rhythm,” Bucky coos in her ear as he rubs circles on her back. Her breathing starts to even out as she listens to my heart and Bucky’s words. She calms down enough to realize that she woke us up with her crying, and I can see the embarrassment coming on her face.

“Hey now! Don’t feel embarrassed,” I start saying to ease her. “How many times have you held us while we’ve cried uncontrollably from our nightmares and woken you with our screaming? You have nothing to be embarrassed about. When you’re ready to talk, Bucky and I are right here for you.”

“I-I got into a fight with John,” she whispered. “He’s pissed at me.”

“John? Not Johnny Storm?” I asked her confused.

“Um, no not Johnny. I haven’t heard from Johnny in a couple of months. I don’t think his sister likes me,” she began to explain. “I mean John. The only other guy I’m close with. At least I thought I was close to him.”

“Do you mean that guy you were visiting when we first met? That guy?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah. Him.” she said coldly. It was the first time I had heard her speak unkindly about him. She mumbled something. I couldn’t understand what she said.

“Sweetie? What exactly happened? Do you want to talk about this? You know you’ve got two of the Best Listeners in Steve and I. We wanna help,” Bucky offers. Between the two of us, Bucky could get Mary to talk when all she wanted to do was hide behind the walls she’s built up. She sighs and looks up at him her head still on my chest.

“I was working on a project for Tony. I was trying to bounce ideas off of John to see if I was on the right path in my train of thought. I wanted to have several ideas to take to Tony. He seem to be willing to help me at first, but then he just said that I need to think for myself, and I shouldn’t be relying on him all the time,“ she explained.

She is looking down now not wanting to continue. She was putting up her walls again. Bucky took one of her hands into his metal hand. His thumb begins to rub on top of her hand encouraging her to continue talking to us. I begin to rub patterns on her back to encourage her more. She sighs.

“So Tony liked my ideas, and because the meeting we had ran long, he offered to take me to dinner. I had wanted to let John know how the meeting went so I sent him a text saying that I would call him later. We got back to the Tower very late so I sent him a message that I would be calling him the next day. He said that it was alright. The next day I spent my day helping Natasha and Clint with the new recruits. It was late in the day before I had a chance to call him, and he kept letting my calls go to voicemail so I just quit calling thinking he was busy too. By the time I got a free moment again, I decided to check out my social media pages, and I saw that he had blocked me on his pages. I tried to call him and his number was disconnected. So I posted on one of my accounts that if anyone hears from him to ask him to give me a call when he got the chance. I didn’t hear from him again until today. A week later. He started yelling at me that I was pathetic for ignoring him. I started yelling back at him that he was the one who was doing the ignoring. He said that he had been expecting me to call as soon as I woke up and that I was being a brat for ignoring him because he told me to think for myself. We kept yelling at each other, and I said that he was pathetic because he thought my life should revolve around him. He’s been calling me all kinds of names and saying that everything he ever told me was a lie. I hung up on him then, and he’s been calling ever since. I just couldn’t take anymore of his name calling and telling me that everything he’s ever told me was a lie. I thought he was my friend and to find out he was just a lying jerk, I -I…” she was trying so hard to hold it in, but she started crying again. And Bucky growled.

Mary had sensed the same thing I did and threw herself onto Bucky’s lap. We both felt his anger rising so she kept his focus on her instead of hunting down the man who caused her to cry. I had all that I could do not to do the same thing. Bucky rocked her in his arms as she cried in his neck. I took over rubbing her back to soothe her.

“It’s alright, Sweetie. It’s going to be alright. We’ve got you. We’ve got you,” Bucky cooed. He continued to rock with her on his lap. It hurts us and makes us both angry that someone is willing to break Our Girl like this. I’m having all that I can do not to hunt John down so that both Bucky and I can kick his ass. Bucky can see my anger rising on my face. He reaches out to grab me by my shoulders and pulls me towards him and Mary. She’s sandwiched inbetween us, but she understands why. Her crying starts subsiding as I wrap my arms around both of them to calm myself down. Bucky and I are holding on to her and each other in order to calm ourselves down more. Mary does her best to reach back to touch me and Bucky, to cling to us both as she calms down more. She’s just hiccuping now.

“I’m sorry I woke you both up. I feel so stupid,” she said buried inbetween us.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Sweetheart. I told you. You’ve been there for us. We will always be here for you as well,” I told her.

“You also don’t need to feel stupid either. You believed John to be your friend and trusted him. You did nothing wrong. He’s completely in the wrong by betraying you. Betraying your trust,” Bucky continued.

“He’s not going to stop calling. I’m not sure what I’m doing to do about him. I’m at a loss right now, ” she sighs softly.

“Would you like Bucky and myself to talk to him for you? We don’t have a problem doing it,” I question her.

“As much as I would love for my Favorite Guys to give him a good thrashing, I’m going to have to talk to him myself. It’s something that I have to do, BUT I would love it if you both were there with me,” she looked between the two of us.

“Sweetie, you know Stevie and I always have your back,” Bucky warmly says. “You know we’ll be at your side through everything. You know I say this to Stevie all the time, and we’re both saying it to you. We’re with you till the end of the line.”

Mary started crying when she heard Bucky’s words. “I’d be lost without you both,” she whispered. Bucky and I hug her tightly.

“We’d be just as lost without you,” I say back, “but we all know that if one of us loses their way, the other two will be there to help us find our way back home. ”

“Now I think it’s time for all of us to get some sleep. Mary, just leave your phone off for tonight. Tomorrow we’ll deal with John, ” Bucky says with a yawn.

“Could you both please stay with me tonight?” Mary asks softly.

“Of course we will,” I say.

One thing about Tony, he makes sure we all have king size beds. I climb in bed first with Mary next and Bucky last. We’ve slept together before. Bucky and I always keep Mary inbetween us so that if anyone was to ever break in, they’d never get to Mary. We always keep her safely tucked between us. She lays her head on my chest snuggling in tight to me. Bucky snuggles into Mary, placing his face in her neck and wrapping his metal arm around both me and her. She slips her arm out and places it over Bucky’s. We collectively sigh. I lay my cheek on top of Mary’s head listen to her breathing.

She is completely asleep when Bucky whispers, ” You know that we’re going to have to bring Vision with us to keep us from killing John. If we bring anyone else from the Team, they will all want to kill him too. “

“Oh yeah I know,” I whisper back.

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I don't dance (laf x reader)

Did you know that Lafayette couldn’t dance? He was so extremely clusmby while dancing. So, this fact made me had a idea. How about a Lafayette x reader where there is this big ball coming up and Lafayette wants to invite to reader but he can’t dance so the reader teaches him to dance? Thank you in advance. ~anon

A/N: thanks for the request. I would have thought that since he came from a rich family he would be like a dance machine that swept women off their feet, but i guess you learn something new every day :). Ps while writing this i had i don’t dance from high school musical stuck in my head.
Warnings: none

“So Y/N, are you going to the Winter Ball with the french fry?” your best friend from your childhood, John Laurens asked. He had been the one who set you guys up, and it was a perfect match, you guys had been dating for three month and couldn’t be happier.
“Well no, he hasn’t asked me, yet, but i’m sure he will within a couple of day,” you replied with some hope in your voice. You couldn’t think of a reason as to why lafayette would not ask you to the ball. Everything was going well in your relationship, at least that’s what you thought.
“Okay, just wondering, because the rest of us have our dates,” John was going with Martha, Alex with Eliza, and Hercules with Elizabeth.
“He’ll definitely ask soon, but I’ve got to go,” you said, getting up and saying goodbye to John.

Later in the week, when you were hanging out wit Lafayette, you decided to confront him about the ball..
“So Laf, a little birdie told me about an upcoming ball,” you said in no way subtle about it.
“Ahh, yes the Winter Ball,” he sounded as if you just reminded him about it for the first time in a while.
“Yeah, I heard that the other guys are taking their dates there,” you said about as subtle as an explosion.
“I would love to take you mademoiselle, but there is one problem, je ne peux danser.” he mumbled the last part
“Laf,” you giggled, “You know i’m not that fluent in french.”
In a much slower voice he said, “Je ne peux danser.”
“English please?”
Finally in a defeated tone he spoke, “I can not dance.”
“Oh, Laf,” you said feeling bad, but then an idea popped into your head, causing you to light up, “I can teach you to dance,”
“Really, you would do that for me?”
“Of course i would,” you replied, smiling

The next day you met with Lafayette in a mostly empty room in your house that would be perfect for dancing in. “Okay Laf, ready to learn how to dance?”
“I’m ready, mon cheri, let’s do this.”

You gently took his left hand in your right hand, and set the other hand on the crook in his arm, and he wrapped his hand around your waist. “Follow my lead,” you instructed, as you started to move in a pattern that resembled a diamond. At first, Lafayette kept tripping over his feet, but eventually got the hang of it. After about twenty minutes, Laf, was starting to master it and go at a more complex speed. You were so happy at the progress he had made in such a short time.

Another twenty minutes later, it looked like he had been dancing all his life. You were starting to get tired, but really didn’t want this to end, but eventually you said, “Wow, I think you’ve gotten the hang of this.”
“Yeah i guess so, thanks so much Y/N,” he said truly grateful, “Would you care to join me on a walk in the park.”
“I would love to.”

Arm and arm, you guys walk in the chilly, winter, weather, as little snowflakes start falling upon the ground. The two of you walk to a beautiful willow tree, and he stops there. “Y/N, mon cheri, I love you, I love you so much that when you’re around, i can’t think straight. I would like to know if you would do the honor of being my date to the Winter Ball.” he said looking deep into your eyes, as his breath was showing from the cool temperature.
“Yes!” you said delighted, “I love you too,” you spoke while wrapping him into a hug.

A couple of weeks later, he picks you up and escorts you to the ball. A little hesitant though, but he takes you onto the dance floor, and you guys dance the night away. Lafayette had only stumbled a couple of time in the beginning, but by the end of the night, it looked as if he had been dancing all his life..

joshlymanwalkandtalk replied to your post “Have you heard the Tommy John Ad from today?!? Because it is…”

I assumed it was that Tommyjon just wasn’t sending scripts anymore. That’s what they meant by copy - it’s the script. It’s more “Fine! If you think you guys are so good, do it yourself!” which is what they’ve been doing this whole time.

i hope this catches on as a trend and no one sends them any more ad copy ever, especially parachute and helix because i would be interested in hearing what happens when they have total freedom to improv their feelings about beds

vltfemmes mentioned you on a post “Have you heard the Tommy John Ad from today?!? Because it is…”

YES YES so many questions, I also assumed that TommyJohn was like “you want to make fun of our quick draw fly? No ads for you!” and this is their grovel… but it is SO SUGGESTIVE that like, who even knows. Can’t wait to picture Tommy’s little face scrunch while hearing this ad for the first time. Quality thoughts as ever, @valencing​!

<3 it did feel like they were groveling but, you know, joyously. i only wish tommy had been there but also i hope he was having a very nice nap. 

Excerpts from “Body Count” by Francie Schwartz

(After Paul and Francie’s first meeting)

“So he went away, and a month went by. […] The phone rang, finally. He said hello, and I said hello, and I thought it was someone else. He said, “No, it’s me.”

‘When are you recording?’

He excused himself, and as if the other three were sitting right there digging the whole conversation, yelled ‘Hey fellas, when are we recording?’

He came back to the phone. That evening. Eight, Abbey Road, EMI Studios. Could I make it? Could I ever. Opening the big, door to the cavernous studio, I got a frieze of four Beatles, gathered around a grand piano, four owls, gazing with half-amused looks at me approaching. Paul was wearing his tightest, sexiest dark green pants; no more the baggy business man, now the rave-up rocker. He seemed taller, ready for music, and I had to reach up when he asked me to massage his shoulders. At the beginning, I huddled in the corner, digging Yoko’s sweetness, but by the time the hash and goodies were out, I was dancing to a pulsing ‘Revolution.’” (page 76) 

“He settled right into a chair, with me on his lap. The eyes were bigger than ever, and the kisses started on the neck and worked their way into more interesting places. The sheepdog followed us into the bedroom to watch. He hadn’t been terribly good or terribly bad. He seemed to rush into it, as if thinking about it meant he wouldn’t make it.”  (page 77) 

“His eyes searched mine in a tender, helpless way […] ‘Do you think you could take care of me?’ 

‘I don’t know, we’re so different. I’d be glad to give it a try.’” (page 78)

“It’s not important sometimes if a person isn’t particularly good in bed. He had his hang-ups, and I think that he felt sometimes that he wasn’t manly enough. […] The relationship began on his ‘save me’ lament, not on a rush of sexual flashes.” (page 79)

“He wasn’t happy. But the big things that were driving him mad were beyond me. He kept working and writing, but when John came over, all he could talk about was how much he loved Yoko. That disturbed Paul.” (page 82)

“John, Yoko, and I would watch the telly through the evenings when Paul was out raving and drinking and getting it up for God knows who.” (page 85)

“John obviously loved Paul enough to let him run wild if it would help ease the tension Paul was creating in the studio and at home. Yoko could see it too.

But Paul was treating them like shit too. He even sent them a hate letter once, unsigned, typed. I brought it in with the morning mail. Paul put most of his fan mail in a big basket and let it sit for weeks, but John and Yoko opened every piece. When they go to the anonymous note, they looked puzzled, looking at each other with genuine pain in their eyes.

‘You and your Jap tart think you’re hot shit’, it said. John put it on the mantle, and in the afternoon, Paul hopped in, prancing much the same self-conscious way he did when we met.

‘Oh I just did that for a lark…’ he said in his most sugar-coated accent.

It was embarrassing. The three of us swiveled around, staring at him. You could see the pain in John. Yoko simply rose above it, feeling only sympathy for John. I was sad to see the Lennon’s go, even though it took the pressure off of Paul.” (page 86)

(During a conversation with Billy Lancaster, Burt Lancaster’s son) 

“’You went with Paul McCartney, didn’t you?’

‘I bet you just love it when people ask you about your father, don’t you?’ He was surprised. He half-frowned.

‘No really, what’s Paul like? I heard he was gay.’

‘He might have gone that way but he didn’t. He really didn’t dig fucking that much, if that’s any kind of an answer.’

‘They stayed at our house once when they were on tour. I hardly remember. I was kid.’” (page 103)


request:: n/a
word count:: 1,632
warnings:: language, google translated french
ship:: lafayette x reader & lams
au:: modern/college
summary:: you want your best friend alexander hamilton to finally confess his feelings to his long-time crush, john laurens, and he agrees to; on the condition that you’ll confess your feelings to lafayette
a/n:: this is my first time writing for the hamilton fandom, so i hope everyone enjoys this! requests for aesthetics and x readers are open btw!

“C'mon, Alex,” you whined, “what’s the worst that could happen?”

You were currently sitting cross-legged on the couch next to your best friend of ten years, Alexander Hamilton, who also happened to be one of your roommates. Your other roommate, Hercules Mulligan, was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, constantly agreeing with every word you said in the argument against Alex. The argument you had been having was about Alex’s longtime crush, as usual.

In the ten years that you have been best friends with the stubborn man, not once have you known him to not be hopelessly and madly in love with your mutual friend, John Laurens. You grew up listening to Alex talk about how much he loved Laurens. Alex had been there for Laurens through thick and thin; every breakup, every parental disagreement, and every hardship that John had endured, Alex had been there to help support him. So naturally, you and all of the friends you shared with Alex agreed that he should ask John out already. But, unfortunately, Alex had many qualms about doing just that.

“Uh, I don’t know, Y/N, maybe he’ll be uncomfortable and hate me, thus ruining our friendship forever?” Alex quirked an eyebrow at you, causing you to sigh. You have no idea how many times you’ve heard those exact words before.

Hercules let out an aggravated sigh and turned to speak to Alex. “Look, Alex, I get that you’re worried about Laurens turning you down, but you really have no reason to be. Everyone can tell that Laurens has the hots for you. So, please, just put us out of our misery and ask him out already; the worst that can happen is that he’ll be a bit startled. I think I speak for both me and Y/N when I say that we’re sick and tired of you whining about Laurens.” You and Alex just stared at Hercules in shock. Every time you and Alex argued about this, Hercules would just mumble out an “I agree with Y/N” every time the two of you would ask for his opinion.

Alex huffed and shrunk into the couch, his arms crossed over his chest. “Fine. I will. But, only on one condition.”

You let something akin to a giddy squeal out and looked to Alex excitedly. “Anything! I’ll do anything to get you to ask him out!”

Alex couldn’t help but smirk slightly as he spoke. “You have to confess your love to Lafayette.” Hercules ‘oohed’ at that and you slapped his shoulder in response.

“No. No way.” You crossed your arms and sunk into the couch, a scowl on your lips. “There is no way that I’m confess a love that I do not have.” Alex scoffed at that, looking away from you. “What?” You snapped.

“It’s just… It’s obvious that you’re totally head over heels for Laf.” It was your turn to scoff now. “N-now, here me out. You, uh…” Alex trailed off, not knowing the words to say (which was surprising, seeing as how Alex could talk for hours about the history of zippers, for God’s sake!).

“Y'see, you give Laf this look every time you’re in the same room as him.” Hercules turned to face you, his head resting on his hands and a dopey, lovesick grin on his face. You supposed he was imitating you, but it looked more like the way Alex looks at John. You opened your mouth to protest, to say that he was imitating Alex instead of you, but Herc cut you off. “And don’t you dare try to say that only Alex looks at John like that because we all know you do that to, Laf, too.” Your cheeks reddened, both of your hands coming up to cover your face. Had you really looked at Laf like that? More importantly, had Laf noticed that lovesick look that you had had in your eyes?

“C'mon, Y/N,” Alex smirked as he repeated the words you had said earlier. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

You huffed and glared at Alex. “Fine. I… I’ll try. I suppose.” Almost as if on cue, Alex and Herc pumped their fists in the air, whooping in excitement.


“John, you know I wouldn’t want you to confess to Alex if I didn’t think it would end well, oui?” Lafayette raised both eyebrows slightly at his roommate and close friend John Laurens. Lafayette was sitting on the chair in their living room while John was laying face down on the couch.

“I know, I know, Laf. I just… I’m scared y'know? We’ve been friends since we were kids and I don’t want to lose him.” John mumbled, his voice muffled by the couch.

“Oui, je comprends. (Yes, I understand.) I don’t think anything bad could happen, though. It is obvious that Alex is très (very) in love with you. You should, how you say, give it a shot.” Lafayette flashed a bright, reassuring grin to his roommate, even though he couldn’t see him.

“You really think so?” John whispered, pushing himself off of the couch. Laf nodded, his smile never wavering. John sat up fully, hugging his knees to his chest. “I guess I should just try, eh? Okay. Only if you ask out Y/N.” Laf choked on his own spit. “Seriously. I’m over seeing you give her those lovey-dovey looks when you think no one is looking.” John smirked.

“Non, non, je ne pouvais pas. Je ne peux pas ruiner tout ce que j'ai avec l'amour de ma vie. (No, no, I couldn’t. I can’t ruin everything I have with the love of my life.)” Lafayette mumbled under his breath.

“Trust me, she’s totally head over heels for you.” John reassuringly patted Lafayette’s shoulder.

“Okay, okay, I’ll ask her out. But you have to, how you say, pinkie promise that you will ask Alex out afterwards.”

John nodded enthusiastically and wrapped his pinkie finger around Lafayette’s, shaking it happily.


You sighed as you straightened your indigo dress for the millionth time that day. You had asked Herc and Alex that morning if any of the dresses you owned were up to par that entire morning. You had finally settled for an indigo skater dress paired with black combat boots. You were wearing your hair up in a messy bun, which you knew was how Laf liked it the best. Today was the day. You were going to confess to Lafayette.

You paced the living room nervously, anxiously awaiting Lafayette’s arrival. Alex and Herc promised to stay in their rooms and to not eavesdrop, but you didn’t know how truthful they were being.

When you heard a knock on the door, you jumped out of your anxious trance and jogged over the door. You brushed a few wisps of hair out of your face and let out a breath. You slowly unlocked and opened the door, a soft smile on your lips when you saw the excited grin on the tall frenchman’s face.

“Mon cher, bonjour! (My dear, hello!) I missed you!” Laf exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. You tensed up at first due to the sudden contact and the nickname that sounded a bit too loving to be said to a friend. You quickly melted into the hug, though, your head burying into his chest as you inhaled his scent. He always smelled like a combination of pine needles and some sort of cologne (it was much better than the awful cologne that Herc owned.)

“I missed you too.” You whispered, earning a satisfied hum from Lafayette.

“So, Y/N, what is it that you needed to speak to me about?” Lafayette broke the comfortable silence as he slowly pulled away from the hug.

You let out a soft sigh. You wished you could go back to hugging him. “Please, sit.” You motioned for him to sit down on the couch, you following suit.

“Mon dieu, vous ressemblez plus à un ange du ciel que jamais. (My god, you like an angel from heaven than ever before.” You heard Lafayette mutter. You quickly brushed it off, though.

“I asked you to come over because… Uh…” You trailed off, not knowing what to say. You let out a sigh. “I’m gonna do something that I might regret, but I don’t know how else to tell you this.” Lafayette could barely get out the word “okay” before you crushed your lips to his, your arms wrapped around his neck. It took Laf a moment to register what had happened before his lips were moving with yours, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

After what felt like years, you finally pulled away, a hand coming up to gently stroke his cheek. “Did you regret that?” Laf whispered.

You shook your head quickly. “Not at all. I love you, Laf.” You whispered.

“Je t'aime aussi, (I love you, too) Y/N.” Laf grinned.


You and the gang were all at your usual booth at your favorite bar. Nothing was different except that Alex and John were holding hands and exchanging gentle kisses, while Lafayette’s arm was wrapped around your waist with your head resting against his shoulder.

“Great,” Herc muttered, “now I’m the only single one out of all of us.”

“Oh, please. We know you have the hots for Peggy.” You giggled, lightly prodding Herc’s waist.

“No I don’t.” Hercules retorted.

“Nope, uh-uh, I’m not dealing with this same exact conversation again. C'mon, babe, I’m out.” Alex stood up and dragged John out of the bar by his hand, John giggling and waving to the three of you.

You grinned and pressed a quick kiss to Lafayette’s cheek. Yeah, you could get used to this.

Promise ( Laurens X Reader ) – Happy Trails to Ant and Carleigh!

Yo! So, before we get into this, I wanna apologize to people who request. I’m such an asshole. I take too long and never ever follow the queue, so some of you guys wait two weeks and others wait three months. I’m truly madly deeply sorry. I just like giving you fic as quick as possible, so I don’t stay too long without posting, and that makes me go for whichever prompt my imagination tells me to and I’m not always inspired for the ones on the top of the queue. Truly, I’m so so so sorry.

Secondly, yeah, I was working on a Laf request until like two days ago (I still am and I can tell you it’s gonna be really sorta short, sorry for that), but then I realized something. Anthony Ramos. Nov, 20. *purses lips so won’t start sobbing compulsively* Don’t get me wrong. I am the hugest Anthony stan you’ll ever see and I am so very happy for him. I mean, the guy’s a star. He’s such an inspiration for me and many other kids out there and I’m sure that whatever he does next (he’s hinted he’ll be working on his music AND has been casted on a Netflix series) will blow us all away (too soon). Also, yo, Jordan Fisher!!! I love him!! I seem to adore everyone who puts on the Laurens/Philip costumes including Jose Ramos (especially him he’s my fav along with Ant and I’m not sorry), Thayne Jasperson (cracker boy, I know, I know, but have you ever seen him on Greg’s snap) and Andrew Chappele (I LOVE HIM) and I’m not even sorry.

Anyways. Because of Ant’s leaving, I wanted to do something Laurens-related. Yep, I know I already do lots of Laurens-related stuff, but I couldn’t help it. This idea also gave me a huge help, because I’d just done something on History and was feeling very very Hamiltime-ish. I’m not gonna put the full request here because it’s a huge spoiler, Nonnie says: “Can you do one when reader and Laurens have a thing going on, but he leaves for war.”

Well, anon, here you go! Hope y’all enjoy it yeah you’re gonna die inside!

Word Count: 2.775 (can you believe I actually wrote this amount of words in like two school days when I had to save battery and had a gazillion things to do ‘cause I can’t I felt so inspired it was like being struck by a fucking lightning)

Warnings: war related-stuff, straight Laurens, I think a lil swearing but I’m not entirely sure.

Setting: Hamiltime, during the war

Real quick sidenote: I didn’t have the time to find out how long exactly things took to be done like travelling and mail and shit at Hamiltime, so there’s that. That’s also why the letters are incomplete, not having dates or adresses. Sorry.

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You ran your hand through his curls. His black, shiny and silk-soft curls. Much like everything else when it came to him, they were simply perfect. Everything, from his black curls to the way his hazel eyes beamed when he talked about what he loved, it was all simply perfect. And, now, all this perfection was being put in danger.

“Y/N?” John called quietly, lifting a single eyelid. His head was placed on your lap as you sat underneath a enormous tree, the silver gleam coming from the moon and a candle being your only sort of light. You looked down at him and realized he had a curious expression on. “Are you okay, my dearest?”

You breathed in, only then realizing your cheeks were marked from a few tears. With a single hand, you wiped them away, trying to keep a smiled on even when it broke slightly. “Of course I am, John.”

He raised an eyebrow, stern yet fond. You knew he wasn’t buying it, he knew you better than that. “What is bothering you, love?”

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Ten Things I Have Learned (by Milton Glaser)
  1. You can only work for people that you like. This is a curious rule and it took me a long time to learn because in fact at the beginning of my practice I felt the opposite. Professionalism required that you didn’t particularly like the people that you worked for or at least maintained an arms length relationship to them, which meant that I never had lunch with a client or saw them socially. Then some years ago I realised that the opposite was true. I discovered that all the work I had done that was meaningful and significant came out of an affectionate relationship with a client. And I am not talking about professionalism; I am talking about affection. I am talking about a client and you sharing some common ground. That in fact your view of life is someway congruent with the client, otherwise it is a bitter and hopeless struggle.

  2. If you have a choice never have a job. One night I was sitting in my car outside Columbia University where my wife Shirley was studying Anthropology. While I was waiting I was listening to the radio and heard an interviewer ask “Now that you have reached 75 have you any advice for our audience about how to prepare for your old age?” An irritated voice said “Why is everyone asking me about old age these days?” I recognised the voice as John Cage. I am sure that many of you know who he was—the composer and philosopher who influenced people like Jasper Johns and Merce Cunningham as well as the music world in general. I knew him slightly and admired his contribution to our times. “You know, I do know how to prepare for old age” he said. “Never have a job, because if you have a job someday someone will take it away from you and then you will be unprepared for your old age. For me, it has always been the same every since the age of 12. I wake up in the morning and I try to figure out how am I going to put bread on the table today? It is the same at 75, I wake up every morning and I think how am I going to put bread on the table today? I am exceedingly well prepared for my old age” he said.

  3. Some people are toxic, avoid them. This is a subtext of number one. There was in the sixties a man named Fritz Perls who was a gestalt therapist. Gestalt therapy derives from art history, it proposes you must understand the ‘whole’ before you can understand the details. What you have to look at is the entire culture, the entire family and community and so on. Perls proposed that in all relationships people could be either toxic or nourishing towards one another. It is not necessarily true that the same person will be toxic or nourishing in every relationship, but the combination of any two people in a relationship produces toxic or nourishing consequences. And the important thing that I can tell you is that there is a test to determine whether someone is toxic or nourishing in your relationship with them. Here is the test: you have spent some time with this person, either you have a drink or go for dinner or you go to a ball game. It doesn’t matter very much but at the end of that time you observe whether you are more energised or less energised. Whether you are tired or whether you are exhilarated. If you are more tired then you have been poisoned. If you have more energy you have been nourished. The test is almost infallible and I suggest that you use it for the rest of your life.

  4. Professionalism is not enough or the good is the enemy of the great. Early in my career I wanted to be professional, that was my complete aspiration in my early life because professionals seemed to know everything —not to mention they got paid for it. Later I discovered after working for a while that professionalism itself was a limitation. After all, what professionalism means in most cases is diminishing risks. So if you want to get your car fixed you go to a mechanic who knows how to deal with transmission problems in the same way each time. I suppose if you needed brain surgery you wouldn’t want the doctor to fool around and invent a new way of connecting your nerve endings. Please do it in the way that has worked in the past.

    Unfortunately in our field, in the so–called creative—I hate that word because it is misused so often. I also hate the fact that it is used as a noun. Can you imagine calling someone a creative? Anyhow, when you are doing something in a recurring way to diminish risk or doing it in the same way as you have done it before, it is clear why professionalism is not enough. After all, what is required in our field, more than anything else, is the continuous transgression. Professionalism does not allow for that because transgression has to encompass the possibility of failure and if you are professional your instinct is not to fail, it is to repeat success. So professionalism as a lifetime aspiration is a limited goal.

  5. Less is not necessarily more. Being a child of modernism I have heard this mantra all my life. Less is more. One morning upon awakening I realised that it was total nonsense, it is an absurd proposition and also fairly meaningless. But it sounds great because it contains within it a paradox that is resistant to understanding. But it simply does not obtain when you think about the visual of the history of the world. If you look at a Persian rug, you cannot say that less is more because you realise that every part of that rug, every change of colour, every shift in form is absolutely essential for its aesthetic success. You cannot prove to me that a solid blue rug is in any way superior. That also goes for the work of Gaudi, Persian miniatures, art nouveau and everything else. However, I have an alternative to the proposition that I believe is more appropriate. “Just enough is more.”

  6. Style is not to be trusted. I think this idea first occurred to me when I was looking at a marvellous etching of a bull by Picasso. It was an illustration for a story by Balzac called “The Hidden Masterpiece”. I am sure that you all know it. It is a bull that is expressed in 12 different styles going from very naturalistic version of a bull to an absolutely reductive single line abstraction and everything else along the way. What is clear just from looking at this single print is that style is irrelevant. In every one of these cases, from extreme abstraction to acute naturalism they are extraordinary regardless of the style. It’s absurd to be loyal to a style. It does not deserve your loyalty. I must say that for old design professionals it is a problem because the field is driven by economic consideration more than anything else. Style change is usually linked to economic factors, as all of you know who have read Marx. Also fatigue occurs when people see too much of the same thing too often. So every ten years or so there is a stylistic shift and things are made to look different.

    Typefaces go in and out of style and the visual system shifts a little bit. If you are around for a long time as a designer, you have an essential problem of what to do. I mean, after all, you have developed a vocabulary, a form that is your own. It is one of the ways that you distinguish yourself from your peers, and establish your identity in the field. How you maintain your own belief system and preferences becomes a real balancing act. The question of whether you pursue change or whether you maintain your own distinct form becomes difficult. We have all seen the work of illustrious practitioners that suddenly look old–fashioned or, more precisely, belonging to another moment in time. And there are sad stories such as the one about Cassandre, arguably the greatest graphic designer of the twentieth century, who couldn’t make a living at the end of his life and committed suicide.

    But the point is that anybody who is in this for the long haul has to decide how to respond to change in the zeitgeist. What is it that people now expect that they formerly didn’t want? And how to respond to that desire in a way that doesn’t change your sense of integrity and purpose.

  7. How you live changes your brain. The brain is the most responsive organ of the body. Actually it is the organ that is most susceptible to change and regeneration of all the organs in the body. I have a friend named Gerald Edelman who was a great scholar of brain studies and he says that the analogy of the brain to a computer is pathetic. The brain is actually more like an overgrown garden that is constantly growing and throwing off seeds, regenerating and so on. And he believes that the brain is susceptible, in a way that we are not fully conscious of, to almost every experience of our life and every encounter we have. I was fascinated by a story in a newspaper a few years ago about the search for perfect pitch. A group of scientists decided that they were going to find out why certain people have perfect pitch. You know certain people hear a note precisely and are able to replicate it at exactly the right pitch. Some people have relevant pitch; perfect pitch is rare even among musicians. The scientists discovered—I don’t know how—that among people with perfect pitch the brain was different. Certain lobes of the brain had undergone some change or deformation that was always present with those who had perfect pitch. This was interesting enough in itself. But then they discovered something even more fascinating. If you took a bunch of kids and taught them to play the violin at the age of 4 or 5 after a couple of years some of them developed perfect pitch, and in all of those cases their brain structure had changed. Well what could that mean for the rest of us? We tend to believe that the mind affects the body and the body affects the mind, although we do not generally believe that everything we do affects the brain. I am convinced that if someone was to yell at me from across the street my brain could be affected and my life might changed. That is why your mother always said, “Don’t hang out with those bad kids.” Mama was right. Thought changes our life and our behaviour. I also believe that drawing works in the same way. I am a great advocate of drawing, not in order to become an illustrator, but because I believe drawing changes the brain in the same way as the search to create the right note changes the brain of a violinist. Drawing also makes you attentive. It makes you pay attention to what you are looking at, which is not so easy.

  8. Doubt is better than certainty. Everyone always talks about confidence in believing what you do. I remember once going to a class in yoga where the teacher said that, spirituality speaking, if you believed that you had achieved enlightenment you have merely arrived at your limitation. I think that is also true in a practical sense.

    Deeply held beliefs of any kind prevent you from being open to experience, which is why I find all firmly held ideological positions questionable. It makes me nervous when someone believes too deeply or too much. I think that being sceptical and questioning all deeply held beliefs is essential. Of course we must know the difference between scepticism and cynicism because cynicism is as much a restriction of one’s openness to the world as passionate belief is. They are sort of twins. And then in a very real way, solving any problem is more important than being right.

    There is a significant sense of self–righteousness in both the art and design world. Perhaps it begins at school. Art school often begins with the Ayn Rand model of the single personality resisting the ideas of the surrounding culture. The theory of the avant garde is that as an individual you can transform the world, which is true up to a point. One of the signs of a damaged ego is absolute certainty.

    Schools encourage the idea of not compromising and defending your work at all costs. Well, the issue at work is usually all about the nature of compromise. You just have to know what to compromise. Blind pursuit of your own ends which excludes the possibility that others may be right does not allow for the fact that in design we are always dealing with a triad—the client, the audience and you.

    Ideally, making everyone win through acts of accommodation is desirable. But self–righteousness is often the enemy. Self–righteousness and narcissism generally come out of some sort of childhood trauma, which we do not have to go into. It is a consistently difficult thing in human affairs. Some years ago I read a most remarkable thing about love, that also applies to the nature of co–existing with others. It was a quotation from Iris Murdoch in her obituary. It read “Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.” Isn’t that fantastic! The best insight on the subject of love that one can imagine.

  9. On aging. Last year someone gave me a charming book by Roger Rosenblatt called “Ageing Gracefully” I got it on my birthday. I did not appreciate the title at the time but it contains a series of rules for ageing gracefully. The first rule is the best. Rule number one is that “it doesn’t matter.” “It doesn’t matter what you think. Follow this rule and it will add decades to your life. It does not matter if you are late or early, if you are here or there, if you said it or didn’t say it, if you are clever or if you were stupid. If you were having a bad hair day or a no hair day or if your boss looks at you cockeyed or your boyfriend or girlfriend looks at you cockeyed, if you are cockeyed. If you don’t get that promotion or prize or house or if you do—it doesn’t matter.” Wisdom at last.

    Then I heard a marvellous joke that seemed related to rule number 10. A butcher was opening his market one morning and as he did a rabbit popped his head through the door. The butcher was surprised when the rabbit inquired “Got any cabbage?” The butcher said “This is a meat market—we sell meat, not vegetables.” The rabbit hopped off. The next day the butcher is opening the shop and sure enough the rabbit pops his head round and says “You got any cabbage?” The butcher now irritated says “Listen you little rodent I told you yesterday we sell meat, we do not sell vegetables and the next time you come here I am going to grab you by the throat and nail those floppy ears to the floor.” The rabbit disappeared hastily and nothing happened for a week. Then one morning the rabbit popped his head around the corner and said “Got any nails?” The butcher said “No.” The rabbit said “Ok. Got any cabbage?”

  10. Tell the truth. The rabbit joke is relevant because it occurred to me that looking for a cabbage in a butcher’s shop might be like looking for ethics in the design field. It may not be the most obvious place to find either. It’s interesting to observe that in the new AIGA’s code of ethics there is a significant amount of useful information about appropriate behaviour towards clients and other designers, but not a word about a designer’s relationship to the public.

    We expect a butcher to sell us eatable meat and that he doesn’t misrepresent his wares. I remember reading that during the Stalin years in Russia that everything labelled veal was actually chicken. I can’t imagine what everything labelled chicken was.

    We can accept certain kinds of misrepresentation, such as fudging about the amount of fat in his hamburger but once a butcher knowingly sells us spoiled meat we go elsewhere. As a designer, do we have less responsibility to our public than a butcher?

    Everyone interested in licensing our field might note that the reason licensing has been invented is to protect the public not designers or clients. ‘Do no harm’ is an admonition to doctors concerning their relationship to their patients, not to their fellow practitioners or the drug companies. If we were licensed, telling the truth might become more central to what we do.
Not All Coffee is Created Equal

PromptCould you do a one shot with herc in modern day where he meets you at a coffee shop and gets flustered when he talks to you? Btw your blog is the best!

Word Count: 2,184

Author’s Note: Ooh, my first modern one shot! And wow, I cannot believe there are over 500 of you now! Thank you so much for being so supportive! I’ll probably do ships or something at one point over the next several days in appreciation, so keep your eyes open!

The heavenly scent of freshly brewed coffee intermingling with chocolate immediately overwhelmed you the moment you opened the door to Continental Coffee, a silver bell ringing above your head to mark the arrival of another customer. The shop wasn’t too full, for you had missed the early morning rush; there were some people scattered around the tables, with one man typing furiously on his laptop and another one sitting on the farthest stool at the counter.

It was patriotic inside, to put it mildly. American flags were stuck inside small vases of flowers that were on each table, and the paper cups that people were drinking out of had various red, white, and blue designs on them. Even the employees behind the counter had little flags embroidered into their aprons, right above their name tags. One of them, a joyful young man with freckles and green eyes, beamed at you as you approached the counter.

“Welcome to Continental Coffee!” he exclaimed, and you couldn’t help but smile as you hoisted yourself up onto a stool; his cheerfulness was contagious.

Non, John,” Another man with an unmistakable French accent came out from the kitchen, his hair pulled back. “When greeting customers, you have to speak to them with a little more—how you say?—flair.” He gently took your hand and brought it to his lips, making you blush. “Mademoiselle, welcome to Continental Coffee. We are absolutely delighted to have you here.”

John groaned in the background. “Alright, that’s not fair. The rest of us don’t have your stupid French charm.”

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