Pairing: John x Reader, Negan x reader
Word count: 1,103

Days passed in a blur. Jeffery was a night owl, so you napped a lot during the day. You were thankful that Dean seemed to be a natural with babies, because if Jeffery simply needed changing during the day, he was willing to help.

However, too soon for your liking, they were packing up. They kissed you on the cheek and said goodbye to the little man that they had grown so fond of. Sam looked so sad to leave. You wondered how they would feel, knowing this was the last time that they would see either of you.

That night, it was you, John, and Jeffery. You smiled as John held Jeffery so you could eat while your food was actually hot. The look that John got in his eyes was nothing but pure love. It broke your heart to make this choice, but it’s what your gut, and heart, told you to do.

The next morning, you watched as John drove the truck away to work and wiped a tear from your cheek. Everything was in an exact spot, and you’d read the spell over and over again. It had been hard to track down, and you weren’t about to risk messing this up.

Jeffery’s diaper bag was as full as it could be- diapers, wipes, clothes, and a few weapons. You remembered what Negan had told you about. The walkers. You didn’t worry about anything for yourself. Finding his carrier, you strapped him to your chest and took a deep breath, diaper bag over your shoulder.

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Literally just all the sexual things Alexander Hamilton sent to John Laurens

“I love you.”

This one is pretty self explanatory. Men were much more intimate back in the 1700′s, forming bonds that seem very ~gay~ in today’s light. Homosexuality wasn’t a very understood thing back then because rigid moral codes and censured education prevented people from learning more about sexuality.

 But Alexander Hamilton knew.

 He grew up on an island where ‘Sodomites’ (gay people) were dumped and  allowed to mingle with the island population. Alex knew that there was a certain zone of interactions between men that went from being merely friendly to sexual. He clearly steps into the bounds of sexual while fully realizing it.

“In drawing my picture, you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I [- - - - - -].”

Ahhhhhhhhh my son Alex, could you be more explicit? Alex here is obviously referring to his something else (you know) with the knowledge that John Lauren’s knows the size. This sentence right here is basically just one long ;).

 “Your friend” seems to be written teasingly, as if they both know how far from friends they are.

And we can only guess how dirty Alex got in those last six  CUT OUT words.

“Dear Boy” [sent by John Laurens]

John laurens calls his wife his ‘dear girl’, and here he calls Alex his ‘dear boy’.  Moreover, Laurens did not call any other man he ever wrote to as his ‘dear boy’. Laurens seems to see Alex as on the same level, if not higher, as his own wife.

“Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to [frisk]? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend.”

This phrase right here I unfortunately do not see a lot when people talk about Alex and John’s letters. This, to me, is one of the most explicit. “Wit” also mean one’s you know what (here I give a nod to the Ravenclaw moto), so Hamilton’s saying he was pretty much just messing around with John the last letter he sent. This is the only sort of “intercourse” he is able to have with John, as they are both so far apart. He is incapable of ‘sexual’ intercourse because of their distance, so he feels he must, in the 18th century way, sext.

“I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation.”

As you might have already guessed, Alex is inviting John to a threesome on his wedding night. The idea that Alex feels so at ease inviting John to a threesome with his wife suggests they have already had something going for a long time now. 

“But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued. I had almost resolved to lavish no more of them upon you and to reject you as an inconstant and an ungrateful –”

Here Alex compares himself to John’s lover, and a jealous one at that. John seems to be shying away from Alex’s bawdiness, as if realizing how strange their relationships is in retrospect. Alex is scrambling to hang on to him, even though he knows well what are and what happens to Sodomites. He would do anything for John while knowing the consequences. And John is too afraid to join him. And who the hell knows what the last word was.

“And believe me, I am lover in earnest,”

*cough cough* looks like John knows exactly what happens when Alex’s feeling frisky.

“She [Eliza] loves you a l'americaine not a la francoise.”

The French were renowned for their relaxed stance on extramarital love affairs, while Americans were more Puritan-minding and thought love affairs only should happen in church-sanctioned marriages. Thus Eliza has an a l’americaine love of John Laurens, rather than an a la francoise.

“You will be pleased to recollect in your negotiations that I have no invincible antipathy to the maidenly beauties & that I am willing to take the trouble of them upon myself.”

*cough* this sentence is a bit confusing, and could be taken a few ways. What I infer from this is that Alexander Hamilton is willing, and John knows this, to assume an air of femininity because he finds no fault with it. It was commonly noted by people who wrote of Hamilton that he was very feminine in comparison with other men of his day. Alex’s femininity seems to please John, the topic even having been discussed between the two in ‘negotiations’.

“My ravings are for your own bosom” Alex desperately misses Laurens’ intimate contact in a way that, in my opinion, could never be mistaken as simply friendship. Alex literally wants to be held by John. How fucking heartbreaking is that.

“Yrs for ever”

Ok, this one isn’t sexual, but I had to add it because it is so heartbreaking. This was Alex’s last farewell note to John. That is, if he even received it. He died shortly after Alex sent the letter; whether he read the farewell or not is all lost to history. Alex loved John so much, despite the fact that both already had a wife. He would have always loved him, even if they had grown apart…

That’s it folks: time for me to cry.

Hamilton : Whole Sqaud AU

- Modern time au

-So Alex just got into college, and he’s officially adopted by the Washington and majoring in PoliSci

- Thomas and Lafayette are twins who were separated at 13 cuz their grandparents didn’t approve of their parents’ affair

- The twins were finally reunited at 18 and went into college together, roommies

- John Laurens with his pet turtle Philip just got into college too, and are rooming with Alex

- Alex was a bit shy to meet John but was really ecstatic when meeting Philip

- John was really chill and friendly that he helped Alex unpack then invited him for lunch

- They met the twins on the buffet area and they all sat together

- Thomas and Alex were already talking about politics when they got into a small friendly argument that Lafayette had to literally hold Thomas back

- John laughing as he held the back of Alex’s shirt to stop him from going all out

- Lafayette saying something to “Tommy” in french and Thomas rolling his eyes and said something back in french to “Marmar” ( From his name,Marie-Joseph)

- Alex asking them a question in french and Lafayette started talking to him in french really fast

- John was smiling at them amusingly and shared a confused look with Thomas

- Then they all heard a laughing somewhere behind them and saw Charles Lee laughing and mocking at them

- Lafayette tried really hard to stop the three of them from getting into a fight with Lee

- They all left the cafeteria and talked more at the garden

- They spent more time then later exchanged numbers to hang out more

- Then Alex and John went to buy books together and the twins decided to roam around campus

- Lafayette accidentally bumped into Hercules, who was on his way to practice with the football team

- Lafayette was entranced by him that he accidentally asked him for his number in french while Hercules apologized

- Thomas eyeing his brother’s flushed face suspiciously while Hercules chuckled and introduced himself

- Hercules has no idea whaf Laf said

- Lafayette apologized and introduced them and Thomas to Herc

- Herc was called by someone from the team and promised to talk to Laf again soon

- Thomas laughed at Laf as they continued to walk around and talking in French

- Meanwhile Alex and John met Aaron Burr at the bookstore, and he gave them some confusing advices while he bought his own books

- Alex wasn’t too sure what to think if him, and John shrugged at him

- They went back to their dorm together and decorated their room together

- And Alex was afraid if he liked John as crush already, and they just literally met

- And then the next day they met up with the twins for breakfast when Hercules spotted Lafayette and invited them to eat together with his cousin, James Madison

- Thomas was interested in James from the moment they saw each other and Lafayette snorted at him

- The six of them ate together and Alex, John, Herc and Laf seemed to be getting along really well that they started to get more loud

- James sighed at his cousin before listening to Thomas talk about politics

- Surprisingly, he actually conversed with him really well, unlike the other freshmen he met (he and herc are sophomores)

- Then suddenly the Schuyler sisters entered and Herc waved at them to their table

- The cousins and the sisters knew each other since high school

- Angelica’s a junior while Eliza was a sophomore and Peggy was a freshman

- Lafayette was a bit disappointed in Peggy’s fashion and accidentally said it out loud

- He and Peggy somehow became best friends then

- Peggy doesn’t care about fashion as long as it has flowers, she’s okay with it

- Eliza was texting to her friend and roommate Maria before introducing herself to them

- Somehow the majority of the group were majoring in PoliSci

- Then Lee and Seabury went in and almost all the group groaned

- With all of them hating the two, they exchanged phone numbers then Alex spotted Burr and invited him

- He was hesitant at first but he did anyway

- He was a bit annoyed at how loud they were, with Hercules literally shouting, and Thomas and Alex were almost arguing again with Angelica and James looking at them amusingly, and Lafayette subtly flirted with Herc and Peggy noticing, John laughing as he again held Alexander back, and Eliza smiling at the text Maria sent

- And he suspected that Thomas and Alex would join the debate team (which he, angelica, eliza, and james were in)

- But, in all honesty, he kinda liked these guys

This is just a small part if my Au, if you want to know more, just ask me! I’ll be working on a fanfic regarding this AU anyway, I’m so excited!!

Edit: I made a fanfic based on this!! You can read it here.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

It took twenty minutes to lull Rosie back into a sound sleep.  She was drowsy from the medicine, which helped, but she was clearly still feeling the effects of the fever, and the first couple of times John tried to lay her back down she woke back up with a miserable cry.  Honestly, John thought as he held her close and walked her around the room, she might as well be Sherlock’s daughter if her appalling timing was anything to go by.

He was torn between feeling grateful and regretful at her interruption.  He had still been able to feel Sherlock’s warmth clinging to him as he’d climbed the stairs to get her, but it had dissipated more and more every second like steam rising from the surface of a pond on a cold day, lovely and impossible to hold on to.  But maybe it was better this way; maybe they needed a few moments to cool off, to map out this new territory before they lost themselves in it.

He sighed and pressed his lips to Rosie’s head, hushing her with soothing words.  She turned her head into his shoulder, sniffling, and let her eyes close, one fist clutching at the worn collar of his t-shirt.  Music drifted up through the floorboards, the delicate notes of Sherlock’s violin wending their way through the flat.  

John smiled; he recognized the tune.  He didn’t know the name of it, but it was what Sherlock always played when Rosie couldn’t sleep.  He’d been meaning to ask if it was one of Sherlock’s own compositions because it resembled a lullaby, but it wasn’t one John had ever heard before.  The thought alone made John ache to return downstairs and finish what they’d started.

Rosie’s breathing slowly evened out, deep and steady, as Sherlock’s music drifted around them, and John gently lowered her back down into her crib; she sighed and curled up around her blanket but didn’t wake.  John held onto the edge of the crib and watched her a moment longer, strangely nervous all of a sudden.  Which was ridiculous, he thought, since he knew that the only thing awaiting him downstairs was what he’d always wanted.

But perhaps that was just it.  He and Sherlock had never been able to get to this place before; there had always been something standing between them, death and marriage and chaos keeping them apart.  And now that he was here, now that this new life was his to take…he was afraid he wouldn’t know how to keep it.

He shut his eyes, breathing in and out, attempting to calm the rapid beating of his heart.  When he was sure he wasn’t going to lose it, he pushed away from Rosie’s crib and took the stairs with slow, even steps.

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While disgust is arguably the primary motivation behind most homophobia when you get down to it, I think there are two more important reasons why conservative evangelicals in particular are so unwilling to change their minds about The Gay Issue™ no matter how obvious it is that they’re wrong.

Firstly, while atheists and secularists often contrast secular humanist morality (which is centrally concerned with human wellbeing/flourishing and harm reduction) with religious morality (which they describe in terms of something like divine command theory), evangelicals are, at least ostensibly, concerned with human wellbeing/flourishing as well.

Since they understand God to be loving, they usually won’t just say, “God said it so that settles it,” but rather that God “wants what’s best for us” and that the Bible is “God’s instruction book for a good/happy life” (barf).

But the thing is…wellbeing and harm are objective things that can be measured. And, well,

“If same-sex relationships are really sinful, then why do they so often produce good fruit—loving families, open homes, self-sacrifice, commitment, faithfulness, joy? And if conservative Christians are really right in their response to same-sex relationships, then why does that response often produce bad fruit—secrets, shame, depression, loneliness, broken families, and fear?”
—Rachel Held Evans, “God and the Gay Christian Discussion, Week 1” (The Rachel Held Evans Blog)

“[T]he idea that [gay relationships] ‘could never bring about happiness’ simply flies in the face of overwhelming evidence. I know that [the evangelicals] would say that, even though the growing number of out-and-proud same-sex couples in this country seem happy, deep down they’re really not. [The evangelicals] would say it, but fewer and fewer Americans would believe it, and rightly so. It’s not just because they defer to individuals as the experts on their own happiness. (People can delude themselves, after all.) It’s because they see the positive fruits such relationships bear.”
—John Corvino, “Against Obsessive Celibacy: Debating Social Constructions and Sexual Orientation” (Commonweal)

Gay relationships can bear good fruit and they aren’t inherently harmful in any way, and there’s no good reason to think that there’s anything wrong with gay people or their orientation. That statement isn’t an emotional wish or ideological assertion—it’s an empirical statement of fact that’s based on observation. Evangelicals are just factually, objectively wrong on this issue.

But they can’t just admit that they’re wrong, change their minds about the issue, and become more liberal christians or whatever. Why? Well, because they’ve built up a narrative over the years which says that their version of christianity is the only “true” one and that any christian who doesn’t agree with them on absolutely every little thing is a “fake” christian who’d might as well be an atheist. To the evangelicals, it’s black and white, all or nothing.

They can’t become those wishy-washy liberal (read: not dogmatic fundamentalist) christians who they’ve spent so many years trashing.

And they obviously aren’t going to become atheists, which in their mind is the only other option.

There is a kind of logic to it. If you describe God as both all-loving (that is: perfectly concerned with our wellbeing/happiness) AND morally opposed to gay relationships, but then you acknowledge that gay relationships are good for people and not harmful, then you have to face the fact that that God either 1.) doesn’t exist or 2.) does exist but is cruel—and is, either way, undeserving of worship.

Put plainly, if evangelicals entertain the thought that they might be wrong about this one issue, they’ll have to question everything that they believe in. And they don’t want to do that.

The second reason why evangelicals are so unwilling to acknowledge the evidence and change their minds on the issue is that if they did, they’d have to acknowledge that they’ve been cruel, oppressive, and often violent toward gay people for no good reason.

They’d have to sit and think about all the pain, torture, discrimination, loneliness, misery and death that they and their ideology have put gay people through…and realize that it was all for nothing. That there was no end to justify those means. That it was just random, senseless cruelty that they inflicted on others.

They wouldn’t be able to say, “I know I seem mean, but I have nothing against you. It’s just that God says…” They wouldn’t be able to say, “I know this is hard, but it’s for your spiritual wellbeing in the long-run!”

They’d have to acknowledge that it wasn’t God, but themselves.

That Awkward Moment When – Part 2

John Laurens x Reader

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Tag: @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky @dorkyfeminist @katelynsamaisnotonfire

A/N: WELL HERE IT IS. THE WAIT IS FINALLY OVER, DON’T GET TOO CRAZY KIDS. Okay but forrealthis might be a piece of trash come yell at me I’m all ears. I hope this doesn’t disappoint, I’m sorry, YOU ALL ARE SO SO AMAZING. ENJOY.

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@ask-therevboys College AU

Inspired by this post.
I hope y’all like it!  I meant to stay true to the comic, but then I added extra dialogue and stuff b/c I’m terrible at following any plan ever.

Alex was so done.

He was exhausted, soaking wet, and he had to be up entirely way too early in the morning.  And yet, he still had so much to do.  

Make flashcards for microeconomics.  Study for torts.  Watch an online lecture.  

He climbed the stairs to his dorm room, trying to ignore the way his hands were starting to shake.  His textbook was soaked, probably ruined.  Which he didn’t have time for.  Or the money.  Or the mental stability.

No time, no time, no time.

By the time Alex pushed his way through the door, the shaking had moved from his hands to his shoulders.  They were started to tremble.  He blamed it on the cold rather than the panic starting to unfurl in his stomach.  

“Hey, Alex!” John was grinning from his desk.  “You’re back late.”

Why was he so happy?  How could he be so happy?  Why was everyone happy and content, and Alex couldn’t seem to stay afloat?  Why was he weak?  Why was he even here?


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Pool Party

Words: 1534
Warnings: Drowning, Bullying, Swearing
Inspired by: @bunny-yams Highschool Hamilton AU

Alex sat in the quiet dark room, hoping that his boyfriends were asleep. He slowly crawled away from the two of them, throwing a sweater on top of his shirt. He didn’t care to put a binder on, since he’d be back soon and was only going to see one person.

Alexander crept to his window, slipping his shoes on that he had put near earlier. He needed to get out soon or he’d be late. Alex slipped out the window, and unknowing to him woke John up.

John saw Alex’s hands disappear from the window ledge and immediately went to wake up Thomas. “Thomas, Thomas, get up!” He whisper-yelled, shaking his boyfriend awake.

“What,” Thomas mumbled, rolling over to face John with sleepy eyes.

“Alex left, out the window,” John said, making the other boy wake up fast. The two of them threw on some clothes for the chilly night and snuck out through the front door so the could get their shoes. “Where would he have gone?” John asked, looking around.

The two boys heard someone running on the main road. They went over to see Alex, just about to turn on another street. They made once glance at each other before taking off after their boyfriend.

Alex ran as fast as he could to the pool, glad he didn’t have a binder on. He couldn’t be late. Though he hated that fact he had to meet up at the pool, he wasn’t going to turn it down.

He arrived, seeing Aaron near the pool’s edge, staring into the water. “What did you want?” He called out, cutting the silence of the night.

Aaron turned at the sound of Alex’s voice, and heard James Reynolds through an ear piece. “Remember what I said, he needs to back off,” James spoke.

“You need to back off, we know what you’re doing,” Aaron stated.

“What, trying to show what a dick Reynolds is, I think not,” Alex spat back, approaching Aaron.

“He’s pushing it,” James spoke.

“You’re crossing the line, you better stay out of this before we hurt you,” Burr said.

“What, try to get my boyfriends to hate me, good luck since it didn’t work the first time,” Alex came closer, within arms reach of Aaron, “What else could you do, beat me? Like you guys already don’t?” He added.

Alex stepped right up into Aaron’s face, beside the pool’s edge. “You have nothing on me, so back off bitch,” He said, going to turn away.

“Push him in, then he’ll know that we mean shit,” James spoke. Aaron didn’t think twice before grabbing Alexander and pushing him into the deep end of the pool. “Good, go home now,” James ended the call to Aaron’s ear piece.

Aaron stood for a couple seconds before turning to walk away. He was a bit down the road near a wall when he ran into two guys. “Where is Alex?” Thomas hissed, looking pissed off with an angry John beside him. They knew that Burr was with James and they were having none of it.

“Oh, came to get you’re whore’s son,” Aaron spoke, knowing that’s what James called him. He had to do what James said.

John stepped forward grabbing Aaron by the collar, “Where the fuck is he?” He spat, pushing Aaron against the wall. Aaron quickly pointed to the pool, afraid of what these two jocks could do since he was out numbered.

John and Thomas’ eyes widened as John let go of Aaron. They both sprinted towards the pool not giving Burr a second thought, which confused him. They both went to jump in but Thomas stopped John.

“You can’t swim well, and I need someone to help pull him out. Stay up,” He told before taking off his jacket and jumping in.

John turned to where Burr was now standing, “How long has he been in?” He screamed.

“I don’t know, maybe a minute or two?” Aaron panicked, frozen in place. Thomas burst through the surface, barely staying afloat with Alex in his arms. John grabbed Alex and helped pull him out, laying him on the pool side.

“He’s not breathing!” John cried, starting to do CPR on Alex. Thomas grabbed out his phone from his jacket, calling 911.

“Hello this is a 911 operator how may I help you?” A voice asked in the other side.

“My- my boyfriend, he’s not breathing. He-he was at the b-bottom of a pool,” Thomas cried as John continued to do CPR.

“Is there anything that could be restricting his breathing? Do you know CPR?” The operator asked.

“I don’t think he has his binder on, and John is doing CPR right now,” Thomas spoke, attempting to catch his own breath a bit.

“An ambulance is on its way to your location via tracking your phone’s signals. Don’t stop the CPR unless he starts breathing okay?” Thomas was told and he nodded, not really remembering that she can’t see him. He stared at Alex, lying in a pool of water from his clothes, unmoving.

The operator stayed on the phone with Thomas so he called to Aaron, “Burr, call Washington!” He screamed from the poolside.

Aaron clumsily got out his phone, almost dropping it a couple times and dialled Washington, still having his number from when Alex and him were friends.

“G-g-George, please, g-get to the pool-l now, its-its-its Alex,” Aaron stuttered out, not knowing what else to do. He heard the other end of the call hang up and just stood there, not ending it on his end.

The three boys could hear the sirens in the distance as George showed up in his car. He first looked a Aaron with worried eyes before his eyes fell on Alex. He let out a small gasp as he ran over, kneeling beside Thomas to not disrupt John. He couldn’t even speak as tears fell out of his eyes and down his cheeks.

The ambulance pulled up beside the pool’s gate. A stretcher was pulled out to take Alex away. They gently lifted up Alex as John was basically torn away from him by George. Alexander’s clothes dripped as he was placed on the bedding and rolled back towards the ambulance. The people who took Alexander weren’t willing to let Thomas and John go with him, which caused a scene with many tears.

“Just let them go, I’m his father and they could answer a lot of questions I wouldn’t be as good at,” George spoke, and they let Thomas and John climb in the back.

“What his name and what happened?” One lady asked the boys as they drove off.

“His name is Alexander Hamilton, and he was pushed in the pool before we arrived. I jumped in and John was doing CPR,” Thomas choked out, holding John close to his side as he cried silently.

“What’s your guys’ relationship to him?” She asked.

“We are his boyfriends,” John mumbled, not looking up. The lady was confused but didn’t say anything.

“Is he not a strong swimmer or was it something else?” She asked.

“He can’t swim,” Thomas mumbled. When they arrived at the hospital Alex was wheeled away from them, and they couldn’t do anything.

Thomas and John sat in the lobby, John giving Thomas his jacket since he was shivering from the water on his skin in the cool night’s air. They leaned on each other, both crying and not knowing what to say.

George eventually arrived, having talked to Aaron to get a better grasp on the situation. While he was pissed from what Aaron had told him, the boy was young and didn’t know Alexander couldn’t swim. He sat down beside John, letting him lean on his shoulder as he cried himself to sleep. Thomas on the other hand, couldn’t as he starred blankly at the wall.

George had nothing to say as well, but he put his hand on Thomas’ shoulder as he let a couple more tears fall. The two boys beside him had been such a beacon of light in Alex’s life, and all that had happened that night was truly devastating. George hated they had to go through that, especially at such a young age.

After a few hours of waiting a nurse came out to tell the three of them that Alex was stable and going to be fine. They all shed some tears of joy in that moment, following the nurse to the room Alex was staying in. There were already some chairs around the bed, two on each side. George sat on the left while Thomas and John sat on the right.

Thomas leaned against John as John held Alex’s cold hand. He rubbed his thumb over it, wanting it to warm up. He wanted it to be like Alex’s normal hand, his soft, warm ones that were always reaching for his to hold.

George looked over at the three boys. He was so relived that Alex was going to be okay. And seeing how Alexander’s boyfriends reacted, and how they are now, George knew that Alex was always going to be okay.

You are mine *smut*- John Shelby

Request// can I please have a John imagine, where you get jealous over something he says about another girl so you give him the silent treatment n he becomes really clingy and is begging you to talk to him. Thank you x

Request// Can you please do a John Shelby smut, where he is the dominant one? Where the reader teases him and he gets heavily frustrated. Thanks!!

*I love all the PB Boys but John is one of my favorites with his boyish charm❤️. Shoutout to @bonniebirdsgifcentre for the gif. Expect to see more of me on here, because it’s my Spring Break! Summer is not far away either so I will also be dedicating more time to writing after I finish exams. xoxox*


The weeks leading up to Tommy and Grace’s wedding had you questioning your own relationship with John. You admired his good looks and charm since you had been a young girl, but his comeliness was a double edged sword.The difficulty of beauty was when one knew they were beautiful.

It had happened multiple times, John flirting with other women of questionable decency, but the straw had finally broken the camel’s back right before the Shelby Wedding. You had decided to help Harry at the Garrison by picking up a couple shifts without telling John since you would most likely find him there anyways.

“How’s Y/N doing anyways,” you heard Arthur ask from inside the side room. You didn’t want to be sneaky and listen in on their conversation but it was hard to ignore as you swept and wiped down the counter.

“Fuckin’grouchy as  ever. Yelling in my ear from the time I get home to the time I leave again.” You had to hold back your disapproving grunt as you brows scrunched together. Of course John wouldn’t dar say any of that to your face, but he was all talk when he was ‘with the boys.’

“Thought you two been having problems, always arguing when you’re out together. All you need is a good fuck.”

“That’s the only thing I’ve not been getting from her. Maybe I’ll have to ask that new barmaid for some assistance,” he boasted. Your hands curled into fists and your body began to burn with anger. You knew the exact barmaid he was talking about and could grasp that she would be all too happy to ‘help’ John. You heard their chairs scrape the wood floors, knowing they’d be out there any moment.

“The blonde one?”

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Things You Love (about Sherlock)

I would be happy if even a few people responded to this to contribute stuff they love about BBC Sherlock canon. Just stuff they enjoy without the need to think about it or justify it, etc. Happy things. Here, I’ll start.

  • John is so cute. Just looking at his face makes me happy. It’s fun to watch him get quietly angry, or pull rank, or look at Sherlock the way he does.
  • I also like to watch John sprain people.
  • Sherlock is also cute and makes amazing facial expressions, and sometimes he’s got at least a dozen chins. Particular bonus for Sherlock pouting and/or being drunk, and Sherlock making the oh-face.
  • Extra extra bonus for Sherlock’s really ridiculous jokes at John’s expense. Oh god. It’s kind of cute though.
  • Should I mention that time when Sherlock was fighting people and it was like slow-mo and his ass in those pants…. Actually, anytime Sherlock’s fighting people. Definitely worthwhile.
  • Everything is so pretty, shiny, with a great soundtrack, creative camera work, etc. Fun to watch even when you want to scream at the characters.
  • Mycroft being droll and smiling that little smile that says he’s humoring you but also imagining ruining your life in 1238 different ways. He’s like so catty. He’s the apotheosis of cattiness, to the point where Gatiss might have written a self-insert.
  • Sherlock’s little joke about how he imagines multiple ways to murder Mycroft, and actually anytime they’re together and are having that super-catty sibling Dynamic (although not *that* Dynamic… this is a different dynamic, okay).
  • Anytime Moriarty is on-screen, swishing and snarking his way to eternal glory, but specifically the immortal comment about shoes. And, I have to say, the lip-syncing.
  • Remember that time he swished his way to the crown jewels? Yeah. Foxy.
  • That time John held on to Sherlock’s sleeve, carefully, as they ran.
  • That time Sherlock looked at John across the cop cars, and said to himself: ‘oh my god’, because. Oh my God, right?
  • That time John called Sherlock an annoying dick, a cock, and a drama queen… but you know he meant I love you.
  • That time in Mrs Hudson’s kitchen. John’s face.
  • The times in the taxi. All the times.
  • That time Sherlock winked at John in that hugely exaggerated way, like, you *know* what I mean, Jooohhnnn.
  • That time Sherlock woke up and his first word was 'John’, and then when he was out of it and a pretty lady he’s supposed to have been into was trying to hit on him, but he started and said, 'where’s John?’
  • That time John was just kinda asking whether Sherlock was single, licking his lips like, 'good’. That’s what he said.
  • That time Sherlock blinked a lot and John was like, okay now this is getting kind of intense…. 😳

More, anyone?

A Missing Scene

So: Sherlock’s key formative experience is a memory he suppressed about not being able to solve a riddle, which resulted in the death of his best friend. 

When this exact scenario repeats itself, Sherlock significantly does not use his prodigious brain to solve the riddle; he changes the game and uses everything he’s learned about sentiment and human emotion to solve his sister instead. He appeals to the small girl in Eurus and catches her off-guard, convinces her to call it off, and saves John. He solves it in the end not with his brain, but with his heart.

It should be a terribly fraught moment, then, when John emerges from that well, when the pain of Sherlock’s childhood would have resurfaced. His long-held desire to deduce his friend out of that well is finally satisfied in that moment. 

Sherlock has spend decades pushing himself to solve crimes as if solving the right one will save that boy, his best friend. But here it is now: a real resolution. Sherlock has finally done it, he solved his ur riddle. It should be fraught with Sherlock’s buried emotions; his secret drivers, the depth of his loneliness and fear of loss and failure, finally conquered. In that moment John would be both himself, someone Sherlock loves beyond reason, and a stand-in for his beloved, innocent, and murdered childhood best friend.

Sherlock should have cried. He should have held John tight and cried, and John should have absolved him. In that moment John would have the power to forgive him and thank him, something his predecessor couldn’t. This is the moment Sherlock has been after his whole life, without even knowing it.

But we don’t get that scene. We see what is possibly the aftermath of it, with John wrapped in a blanket and Sherlock dazed by the enormity of it all as Eurus is carted away. But you can’t convince me that it didn’t happen. It had to have happened.

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25 please! 🤗💕

25. “You’re mine. I don’t share.”


The hot, electronic pulse of the club all sway d together as one strong heartbeat, the combination of the neon lights and Harry’s touch making Y/N dizzy. The alcohol in her system wasn’t helping either, as it just heightened every single spark from Harry’s skin onto hers. Her heart, encouraged by the bass of whatever song playing, slammed against her ribcage with excitement and adrenaline.

Harry had stated from the very beginning of the night, “’M not in any right mood to drink tonight. Just wanna watch you, sweetheart.”

“You never drink with me.” Y/N had whined, one Beer already tipsy.

“Someone’s gotta take care of you.” Harry laughed, adjusting the the buttons on his loose, white blouse. His tanned skin peaked out from underneath his shirt, Y/N’s eyes diverted towards it like a bee to flowers. All she wanted to do was touch it, be consumed by it and —.

“‘Did'yeh hear me? Said Fionn and them others should be in the upstairs bar. Should go say hello.”

“Think I’m gonna stay down here.” Y/N nodded, linking her hands around his broad shoulders. She took a look down at his pink trousers, the beautiful dusty rose color matching up perfectly against his lips. She wishes she was against his lips right now.

“You sure? It’s only go'en t’ take a minute, promise. We’ll be right back down.”

“I’ll come find you in ten, okay? I just want one more drink and then I’ll come up and meet you.”

Harry nodded hesitantly, taking a side eye glance at all the sulking single men that sat alone, nursing themselves on a weak Gin and Tonic; waiting for a girl all by her lonesome to over power.

“I’ll come get you instead, yeah? Do you have your phone on you?”

“Always.” She nodded with a smile. “See you in a few.”

They parted, Harry watching her the whole trip up the stairs and finally to the point where we couldn’t see her anymore in the sea of bodies.

Y/N on the other hand, swayed to the guitar strum line of the song, her beer doing her justice in the form of company. Much to her dismay, it wasn’t long until a bloke came up to her, steadying her wavering stance with a laugh.

“Careful there, bird.” He smiled. “Do yeh’ need to sit down?”

“Please. I’m such a lightweight, oh my God.” She muttered with a laugh of her own. She knew it wasn’t Harry and she knew he’d be annoyed if he saw some other man touching her up, slipping his hand around her waist to steady her against his chest. She just needed to sit down for a second, then she’d find Harry.

“Thank you…?”

“’M John. And you’re utmost welcome.”

John continued to sit with her, leaning his thigh a little too close to hers and smiling a little to sweetly when she sat back up.

“So are you here with your friends, or?”

“I’m here with my fiancé.” Y/N responded, twisting the small ring on her finger as if to prove to him.

He nodded once, a small drawn out “Ah.” of realization before he sighed and looked down.

“Look bird. I don’t mean to come off strong but you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Y/N smiled, casually adding, “My fiancé should be back any second. He was just going to talk to our friends.”

“And an idiot he is for letting such a sweet girl as yourself by herself in a bar. S'not safe.”

“Which is why I’m going to go find him now. See you, John.”

A grip anchored itself on her wrist, keeping her ironed down beside him. “Stay a litt'le longer, would ‘yeh? ’M enjoying the view.”

“I’m sure there are other views to see here. Please let go.”

“I want you t'stay.”

“What the fuck? Let go.” Y/N scoffed, trying her strength to pull from his grasp but his fingers stayed locked, bruising her skin like a peach.

“The fuck’s this?” A voice interrupted, a voice Y/N knew too well. Harry stood before them, an edge to his stance that Y/N didn’t have the chance of seeing much.

“Hey,” John held his hands up in defense. “Your girl was comin’ on to me. I was just telling her to get the hell away because I don’t do married birds.”

“Right.” Harry drawled out, folding his arm around Y/N’s waist and bringing her to his side defensively.

Wth one slug to John’s jaw, Harry was pulling Y/N out of the club behind him, tuning out the shouts and insults of John who tried going after him but failed as he ran into a waitress holding a tray of shots.

The parking lot was cold and dark, the misty rain sinking into their clothes with discomfort. Y/N blinked away approaching tears from her eyes, all the anger from John melting as Harry’s warm hand came and cupped her jaw, the both of them leaning on the side door of his car.

“Are you okay?” Harry whispered, stroking his thumb on the apples of her cheeks in comfort. She met his hand with hers, nodding her head with a wavy sigh.

“Did the fucker touch you?”

She nodded, wrapping her arms around his shoulders in a hug. Y/N was shook up, nothing a bit shy of worried about Harry’s knuckles; he wasn’t a fighter so who knew how his hand was looking.

“I’m sorry, he came onto me and I told him I was with you but then he started touching me and —.”

“Sh.” He whispered, pressing feathery light kisses onto the crown of her head. “You have nothing to apologize for, it wasn’t your fault. I’ve got you.”

Harry pulled from their embrace and tugged on the car door handle, encouraging her into the passenger seat. Jogging around to the driver’s side, he met her weepy face and frowned as she picked at her nails nervously.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Everything’s fine, you have nothing to worry about, yeah?” He nodded, encouraging a nod out of Y/N herself. “You already know that you’re mine and I don’t share. Can you tell me you’re okay?”

“I’m okay.” Y/N breathed, taking his words and feeling them soothe down her body. “Everything’s okay.”

“Perfect, love. Nothin’ to worry about and we won’t come back here. Sounds good?”

“Yes.” She gave a small smile, leaning over the dashboard and giving Harry a kiss.

He kissed back, leaning into her and tipping her slightly backwards into the passenger seat. Harry again cupped her jaw, working their mouths together and feeling the smushing of her matte lipstick on his mouth, loving every second of what she gave to him.

They pulled apart with a sticky pop of their lips, Y/N giggling and using her thumb to smudge the color off of his lips. He only watched her with a fond look, deciding he would do anything to protect what was his and his alone.

Off to the Races *smuttish*- Tommy Shelby

Request// Hey! Could you do a Tommy Shelby oneshot, where you’re at a family meeting and you and Tommy argue and don’t speak for a couple of days but make up (smut & fluff) thanks!

Request// Please do a possessive Tommy Shelby imagine preferably with smut but only if ur comfortable obvs x

This prompt can be read without smut. All smut will lay between a set of ‘*****’ and some fowl language has been included in this fic.

*So I hope that these two requesters don’t mind that I put both of them together. I took a lot longer to write this one than I expected, but I’m proud to say that I think it’s looking good. I’m talking over 1300 words, so it’s arguably my longest prompt yet. Hope you enjoy! xoxo*

You sat on the stairs of the betting shop, your knees resting under your chin as Tommy laid out the plan for the Cheltenham Races. You didn’t trust Billy Kimber and neither did Tommy, but you still found it ignorant to meet with him, especially with his bookies getting robbed left and right.

“Arthur, John, you’ll be leading our men and the Lees out to collect anything stolen Kimber’s boys,” he explained, his brothers nodding in approval. “As for me, I’ll be taking Grace with me to meet Kimber in the private lounge.” Both John and Arthur passed sly grins to one another, but it didn’t get past you.

“Why would you take Grace,” you asked curiously, trying to hide the venom in your tone.

“Why not, Y/N?” Arthur turned to look at you, being the first person to address you this entire meeting. “Y’aren’t jealous, are you?” John held back his laugh while Polly scowled at Arthur. Tommy only shook his head, ready to carry on without giving you a proper answer.

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