this was for lauren but its too cute not to post

Reasons to ship Camren…

  • They have matching onesies; Lauren’s one is gray whilst Camila’s is pink.
  • They’re both Cuban.
  • They’re both from Miami, Florida.
  • Both are Latinas.
  • Lauren and Camila got the most solos in The X Factor performances.
  • They are both big fans of One Direction.
  • They both auditioned in Greensboro, North Carolina.
  • They both have a younger sister.
  • They hung out with each other on December 31st, 2012 to January 1st, 2013. They then tweeted a photo of Camila making a funny face and Lauren looking awkward.
  • Spanish was both their first language.
  • They live 15 minutes away from each other.
  • They often switch places with the other girls so they can sit next to each other.
  • They both love to do accents with each other.
  • They often think the same things at the same time.
  • They both have a weakness: Lauren for beanies and Camila for bows.
  • Lauren is the only one who calls Camila Camz.
  • Camila said if Lauren got arrested for something, she would get arrested for being so sweet.
  • They sat right next to each other at a The 1975 concert.
  • They have the same music taste.
  • Lauren said Camila is her “Pink Princess”.
  • Lauren is the “mom”…and Camila is the “father”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren is a “boss of an intelligent opinion”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren “is real”.
  • Camila would switch her mind with Lauren.
  • Lauren would switch her mind with Camila.
  • Camila wanted Lauren to kiss her under the mistletoe.
  • They wear the same “merch” clothes.
  • The way Lauren looks at Camila after she says “Fall, by Ed Sheeran”.
  • Lauren is Camila’s celebrity crush. (Oh … and Camila wants to marry with her celebrity crush ..even if her family doesn’t support the relationship.)
  • Camila would be "Baby Spice” because she is Lauren’s baby.
  • Lauren is the only person who laughs at Camila’s jokes.
  • Camila loves Lern Jerg.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her banana is dead on the floor.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her microphone breaks.
  • Because Lauren ties her shoes.
  • Camila is the sun and Lauren the moon.
  • Because Lauren doesn’t know what else to say but she thinks Camila is pretty fucking Dope!
  • Because Camila has Lauren “written on her”.
  • Because Camila read Lauren’s favorite book.
  • Because Lauren knows that Camila cried reading “Fault in Our Stars”.
  • Because one day Camila and Lauren went to the bathroom together and … that’s the end of the conversation!
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren can sing and is pretty too.
  • Because they have an audience that calls them crazy! (and they call us delusional!)
  • Because both like “so many hot boys”.
  • Because Camila said: “keep the boat floating”.
  • Because Lauren said “It’s Camren, YOOO!.
  • Because Lauren wants someone to love her insecurities…and Camila do!
  • Because Lauren has “the most beautiful emerald eyes in the world”.
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren is “perfect”.
  • Camila tried salmon because Lauren loves sushi.
  • Because Lauren thinks Camila is goofy, not the bad kind goofy, the cute kind goofy.
  • Because Camila loves people from “planet green eyes”.


  • I love you. You’re one of my best friends and I feel like I’ve know you forever. You’re one of the smartest people I know and you’re stuning. I’ve learned a lot from you, just know I’ll always be here for you no matter what!” - Camila on Lauren
  • Happy 16th Birthday little one(: thank you for always being you and being one of the raddest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re an incredible person and I’m extremely lucky to have you in my life. Thanks for being there to vent with and even though we haven’t known each other for even a year yet, I feel like you’re the sister God forgot to give me. I love you Camzi(: have a good one babe! 💙😘🎉🎈🎁💙#camren” - Lauren on Camila

  • Happy 17th Birthday to this little nugget right here. I thought this picture was cute so I decided it would suffice. Just wanted to let you know that you’re an amazing beautiful person and I’m glad that you’ve been alive for 17 years and that 2 of them have been spent with the girls and I because idk you’re pretty rad and an amazing friend and fun to have around. I hope you have an amazing day and feel as special today as you deserve to feel everyday. Thanks for always being there for me when I need you and for being your wonderful self(: I LOVE YOU CAMZ” - Lauren on Camila

  • AWHHHHH YAAAY I LOVE YOU UR CUTE 🐏🐟💗🎷” - Camila on Lauren

  • The word I’d use to describe Camila is hmm I’m gonna say cutesy, like also goofy. It’s like both, like the good kind of goofy not the weird kind. Like the cutesy kinda goofy” - Lauren on Camila

  • LERN JERGI. ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY. YOU ARE 18. THIS IS THE MOMENT YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR. IF YOU STUCK YOUR TONGUE OUT IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW YOU COULD PROBABLY TASTE THE SWEET AND PUNGENT FREEDOM OF DRAGONFLY TATTOOS, NOSE PIERCINGS, AND VOTING RIGHTS. we’ve been through thick and thin in our friendship, and through those thick and thins I’ve gotten blessed enough to experience you as a person. ive gotten to experience your bomb music taste which I am SO HAPPY YOU INTRODUCED ME TO because we have the best time at concerts bonding over bands and there are so many more to come PRAISE JESUS. i can come to you about anything and expect the pure, honest, rare truth and I’ll always be there tell you it’ll be okay when you cry on my shoulder when you feel lonely or hurt. I’ve gotten to see firsthand your incredible sense of justice, when you see that something unfair or wrong has happened, you’ll raise your voice and fight for that person with a bravery that I, and many other people (although they might not admit it) wish they had. i love how passionately you fight for what you think is right and everyone should remind you today and everyday that it’s a strength and not a weakness. i can’t tell you what a comfort it is to know someone like you will stick up for me and have my back, i hope you know i will too. i love you always” - Camila on Lauren

  • Super cute candids taken by a random stranger always make good birthday post pics. HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY CAMILA CABELLO. YOU’RE LEGAL NOW YAYYY!!!!!! You are such a beautiful person inside and out and I’m so thankful that I get to call you my friend. Thanks for all the laughs, for being my shoulder to cry on whenever I’ve needed a friend, for giving amazing sound advice (even though you’re just now considered an adult by the government you’ve been there mentally for a while which I greatly appreciate) I wish you many more years of amazingness and I hope you had the best day with your family. You deserve all the love and happiness the world has to offer and I wish it all upon you for many many years to come. I LOVE YOU CAMZZZZ❤️❤️❤️” - Lauren on Camila

  • HAPPY 19TH LAUREN!! i remember the day you auditioned for X factor seeing a beautiful green eyed girl belt out an Alicia keys song so perfectly i feared for my life. i remember telling my mom "that girl can sing!! and she’s gorgeous too!!” and then you walked out and i told you i loved your shirt remember? HAHAHA. it’s funny how before we even knew how important we were going to be to each other, something in us knew and something in us will always know. i love how fiercely you defend your opinion, i love your strength, your bold independence, and your desire to live life fully. i love that we crack up at each other’s jokes even when nobody else gets them- and i love those moments where we get caught up in talking about a band or a book and we get lost in the conversation like two normal girls in high school that aren’t about to go do something ridiculous like go to an awards show. i will always be there for you when you need someone to vent to, when you want to talk about the overwhelming underwhelmingness of boys that break our hearts or the overwhelming overwhelmingness of when a kiss leaves your head reeling, when i back you up and you need someone to stick up for you, or when you just need someone to understand- we’ve done that for each other in the last 3 years and we will do that for each other forevermore. i love you so much !!!! happy 19th lern jergi!!!!! camila“ - Camila on Lauren
Tiny Receipt

Okay so I’ve been sitting on this receipt for a while now. I wasn’t even going to post it because I didn’t want to deal with like a thousand anti’s swarming my inbox calling me a liar. I have told this to a few people who I talk to regularly. Believe me or don’t I’m only posting it because people’s spirits are low because of the baby stuff. ANYWHO…

So a few months ago I went up to NYC to stay with my moms friend. I’m gonna put it out there, she’s rich. Like very very rich, penthouse rich. They live on the upper west side. Basically they have money. Anyways while I was there I was walking around the city with my mother and her friend who we were staying with. My mom is like high key tourist, she’s not a city person to say the least so she asked her friend, “do you ever see any celebrities walking around?” Her friend said that she wouldn’t know them even if she saw them, she doesn’t know who like any celebs are but that they did see jake gyllenhaal at a doctors office once with her daughter. Then she proceeded to say, “but ask (her daughter) because she knows them all”.

I Skyped with her daughter a couple weeks later for help with a resume thing and while we were chatting I brought it up, just curious to see who she had seen because her mom made it seem like it was a few people. She said a few names, one of them being one direction. She then said a few more but of course my ears only heard one thing. I calmly tried to ask questions without being too obvious. She’s a fan, not an intense fan like she doesn’t have a tumblr or anything but she knows who they are. She said one day about a year ago she was running and at the end of her run she was headed back towards her parents apartment when she saw two members of one direction. She’s like “Lauren unless you knew them you would never in a million years guess it was them. The only reason I knew was because I was a fan.” She said at first she spotted Harry because “he’s tall and he didn’t have a hat on but he did have sunglasses, so I could see his hair that’s how I recognized him”. She couldn’t tell at first who he was with. Only that it was someone small, as they were walking on the other side, farthest from the street, and Harry was almost blocking them.

Eventually she noticed that it was indeed Louis. And that they were both very dressed down. She basically said that they were walking down the street very close together, Louis was holding a cup in his hand, she said he looked very tiny and vey cute. They were in a conversation and that she could hear them laughing. At one point Harry took the cup out of louis’ hand and drank from it. She said they looked very sweet and very cozy, like they were in their own little world. I asked her why she didn’t go up to them and she basically said 1) she was gross from running and 2) she didn’t want to bother them because nobody had recognized them and they looked like they were just enjoying their time together uninterrupted. So yeah nothing major but a cute little receipt. Like I say believe me or don’t. I personally trust her, she has zero reason to lie she knows who they are but could care less about their lives. Up until then she thought Harry was legit out of the closet. I had to let her in on a few things. 🙂🙃🙂.

Okay first can we all appreciate this little piece of art made by my little five years old sister ?

Y'know I told you about the fact that she basically came watching me while I was drawing, asking to put a flower crown on Lapis’ head. I then finished the post after saying she watched Steven Universe at the end of the day. I stopped because this actually deserves its own post.

Before I talk about the whole SU experience I need to add that I found out where she got the idea of the crown from - A little before asking she was crying about wanting to put a flower crown she found on her head and my family wouldn’t allow her to and explained that this was for a wedding we’re going. So from what I know this crown is for my aunt who’s getting married next week. Basically my sis’ asked me to draw a fucking WEDDING CROWN to Lapis
I guess she made the link with the dance since yeah, when we celebrate a wedding people dance ?
Idk this makes it cuter lol.

Now back to the subject, why am I proud of what happened when she actually watched ? Lemme tell you -

I was just trying to find something to do on my computer and put the season 3, my favorite, and she decided to watch too. I kinda randomly put an episode and went for Beta since she knows all the characters from this one so she wouldn’t be lost (and since she doesn’t understand english putting episodes in order is useless for now). We then watched several episodes from the season.

First episode. She spent. THE WHOLE EPIDODE
I’m not joking. I litteraly did nothing. She just kept saying things like “Oooooh the green one is my favorite !!” “She’s so cute and funny love the faces she makes !!!“”I LOVE HER VOICE HER VOICE IS ADORABLE !!!!!” .
I mean I’m not surprised (coming from a kid who ties her tablet on her arm…also she actually drew the picture above before watching) but for some reason I thought her fav would be Amethyst ? She already saw her before and liked her bUT NO IT’S PERIDOT and it gets better after it

I then proceeded to put Peridot episodes (well, she actually sort of chose the episodes).
We went for Barn Mates. Characters she likes, full of Peri. Ship material for my stupid shipper brain.

“Wah she’s so well drawn on this one !!!! I like how she is here” Yeah thumbs up for Lauren Zuke, support from my lil’ sis.

She continued to fangirl. And she started to like Lapis too. And Steven. But still, Peri is her fav. She kept asking question and the episode ended but she wanted what’s next. Well, let’s go for Hit the diamond.

“-Why is she hiding ?
-Well she thinks the Rubies are gonna shatter her.
-What happens if they do ??
-Well…she dies

“-Were they playing baseball to protect her ?
-Who’s winning then ?
-Them. They won. Don’t worry she’s fine :’)”

She also started to love Lapis, wait, I mean, “Bob”. Basically laughing at every single reaction from her.She also sometimes asked stuff about Sapphire “Is the little blue one nice ? Who is she with ? The red one ?” and said she’s also cute lol
She kept asking stuff about Lapis and Peri but I keep this for a little later

We then watched some other episodes, and I ask her what season she wants and we went for the fourth
Kindergarten Kid, Lion 4, Room for Ruby, and, 3 gems and a baby and then Gem Harvest (chosen by her and my cousin, lol.)

She was still fangirling and saying to my other cousin that she absolutely loves Peridot and how she loved her powers and Here’s basically the rest of what she asked and said :

“What happens if we take Steven’s gem ? If we try does her mother come back ?!” (ADMIT IT YOU ALSO WONDERED THE SAME THING AT LEAST ONCE.)
“WAIT DID STEVEN SAY HE WAS HIS MOM’S SISTER ? HOW” (i’m kinda proud she -almost- understood this quote hahaha) “Ooooh loooook Peridot is smaller than Lapis !!!” “Why does Steven draw them the same height ?!”“ I want to draw them too like he did !!”
“Is Lapis going to accept Peridot’s gift ? Is she ?! Aw no :(”
“-Why are they laughing together ??
-Well, they’re making jokes together!” (she then proceeded to make jokes too. And make a weird impression of pumpkin.)
“Why is Peridot sad when Lapis is sad/mad ?”
“Why does she want to get along with her ?!”

That’s all I can remember. ‘Cause my sister never stopped to ask stuff about them. And pointing out that Peridot is small XD I obviously tried to answer but it’s hard not to laugh to this XD

She keeps trying to get into the same stuff as me and look what happens lol.


going on a date hcs;

Hamilsquad fluff with their s/o please? Maybe dates they would go on with each other or just going on an outing in general? - @cookiepixel

boss’ memo : not to be confused with dating hcs

  • alex has got this odd thing where he wants to go to a fancy restaurant and at the same time he is terrified of being in one (the very moment that he steps one foot through the door, he enters Panic Mode–though it may be difficult to tell with how well he hides it, he’ll be sure to let out a breath the moment you leave as well as mumble something along the lines of “thank you i’m done here”)
    • it’s not that he feels underdressed or self-conscious–hercules would never let him out of the house otherwise. he manages to fit and stand out all at once,, it’s a good look for him
      • your presence (as does the presence of the other boys) does comfort him to the extent that he won’t turn and hightail it out of there immediately, but you can still see in the way his eyes will dart from table to table, and how he holds the tension in his shoulders
    • yet, if you ask him how he felt about the whole ordeal, he’d overall summarize it with, “lots of fun but never again”
      • (though he’d expand that into a paragraph of rambling)
      • (which is fine)
    • alex is skilled when it comes to sneaking kisses and touches in public, so you may experience That,,
      • (especially if you’re on a date, ‘cause he likes to see you get playfully angry,,, he won’t go overboard, just enough so he can savor your expression)
  • on dates in general, lafayette tends to be big on complimenting all of you while resting his head on one of his hands. he wants to see you guys all flustered by him! leaving you all blushy and covering your faces and giggling makes him feel powerful in the very best way possible! (he might make an, “i’m too strong” joke, even)
    • laf would honestly rather stay at home, wrapped up in a blanket with you and watching movies and maybe smiling to himself ‘cause he’s kind of watching your cute reactions rather than the movie. he might fumble over his words a bit if you ask him what he thinks so far may end up admitting the truth or giving a compliment to the movie that he actually intended for you,,
      • “laf, what do you think of it so far?”
        “wonderful. i love yo–the movie. i love the movie. the movie is wonderful.”
    • though, if you do go out, he’s the type to excitedly pull you (and, by extension, the others) over to the window of a store if he spots something that reminds him of one of you that he’d like to buy as a gift,, he’s always looking for gifts, and a frequent question from him is, “i saw you looking at [item], do you like it?”
  • hercules loves going on dates !!! he wants to go on every date!! spending time with you always makes him happy, and he usually defaults to taking you to their (the rev set’s) favorite bar.
    • though, if that’s not your style, and you’re the type to stay up all night / willing to do this for him–he really likes going on late night walks. he tends to stick to areas where the shops and restaurants are still open, and you can hear the excited murmuring of others around you.
      • he’s a big fan of the way the streetlights look,, he goes on these walks weekly and would be honored if you tagged along !! (he’s never alone on his outings, as one of you always wants to go with him, sometimes all of you just go on an impromptu date just like that)
      • he doesn’t really buy anything, he just likes enjoying the moment, but if you seem interested in anything, he’s fine with going over and getting something for you if you’d like him to!
    • generally he’s pretty easy-going, so if you’re the type for fancy dates, he won’t actually mind tagging along! (provided its nowhere too noisy !)
      • he really likes holding hands while you’re all walking, though he usually only holds one person’s hand at a time so he can have a free one,, either way, it’s pretty cute how he plays with your hand and rubs his thumb gently over your knuckles, or traces the lines on your palm,,
  • john’s such a nerd,, he moves quietly and enjoys startling alex by popping up behind him while you guys are out. often he gets separated from the group, but he’s always quick to return (usually with some cool thing he saw,, it’s often a small trinket or another notebook to add to his ever growing collection). there’s also a high chance that he’ll bring you back something nice, too!
    • he usually prefers to go on dates that involve more than two of you, as he finds it easier to keep up conversation with more people, and just listening amuses him in general!! he especially loves when everyone gets into playful debates,, (arguing over the superior pasta, discussing the best powerpuff girl, etc)
      • (it’s especially fun when alex pulls out his phone to cite his sources because of course he does)
      • (he finds it difficult to keep up conversation alone, and while he’s fine with comfortable silence, he’s unsure if this makes you uncomfortable or not–if it doesn’t, then dates with him only are perfectly fine)
    • he’s the one who would stargaze on the roof with you, and he’d maybe bring a few snacks,, he’ll mostly be quiet, as he looks up–but if you’d like to point out constellations or talk in general, he’s all fine with that, too!! he’s just basking in the heavens and in your presence (which is also heavenly)
      • (he might nap? oops. it simply means he’s feeling relaxed around you!)
  • majority of your dates are with all of them, and while they take long to organize, they’re always fun!
    • since they’re easiest to organize, sitting in the living room under a blanket and marathoning your shows / movies of choice is the most frequent kind of date that you all go on ! 

anonymous asked:

Yeah just nct ones! Or ones that do nct and other groups 😍

okay lemme see…….this is going to be long but i’m literally just naming every writing blog i follow lol bc i really don’t want to leave anyone else. i think you can tell by the length of this list, that i love writing blogs a lot hahaha

@jiminklings ➳ i honestly love her scenarios, she writes a lot of au’s and she writes for so many groups along with nct like shinee, got7, monsta x, bts and astro 

@nctreactions ➳ rosie has a lot of great content, im pretty sure she was the first blog i followed too lol. although she doesn’t post daily or anything, she has a lot of content already there plus i know she’s starting a honeymoon series soon too!

@suhsexual ➳ lauren doesn’t have much content but everything she does have is 100% quality, i love all her stuff but like when are u going to start the hansol series lol

@ncttrashaf ➳ ahhh i think everyone has heard of this blog, but imma still recommend because all the admin are super sweet and humble, and they’re the reason why i started this blog tbh, i honestly aspire to be them lols

@koreankollection ➳ another massive nct blog but i still gotta mention them because all three admins are awesome and their smut is so well-written and realistic???like???? i just really like their style of writing

@jaehwan-mp3 ➳ she writes specifically for 127 as well as bts and vixx, and i love all her content! she specifically does scenarios (i think? correct me if wrong) i can’t wait to see more of her stuff tbh

@whoopnct ➳ a blog dedicated solely to reactions and mtls! they’re all adorable and cute, i recently just found her blog so she’s definitely left a fresh impression on me

@markleetrashh ➳ cheryl is honestly an amazing writer. she’s so active and modest. she also talks a lot with her followers which is adorable and aWE. honestly though, i think she’s a hidden gem on here

@heartclubimagines ➳ she writes for a lot of groups, including boys and girls from produce 101. i think her nct dream scenarios are the best i’ve ever read, they’re so fluffy and innocent and awe i love it!

@chani-babe ➳ ali writes for sf9 too btw! she does fake texts too! im looking forward to more of her nct content tbh! i think her blog is really amazing, i wish her a lot of luck

@hunbomb ➳ her drabbles and aus are so fluffy and wow i love them all. she’s also a doyoung stan so you better her follow her anyway because doyoung stans are rare lol

@oppafeels ➳ my fave mutli-fandom writing blog! she literally writes for so many groups its so impressive, you can tell she puts a lot of effort into her blog. plus she talks a lot with her followers which is always nice to see!

@sugarkpopblurbs ➳ another blog who writes for different groups, including red velvet! her blog is so cute, everything is so well thought out and i can tell she puts a lot of effort into her blog, she can only get bigger tbh

@nctales ➳ i love all her writing! her scenarios are really something else, its so fluent and well written and thought about. her ideas/requests are really cute too omg

@l-etaeyong ➳ i love her friends to lover series! all of them! she hasn’t really written much else, but i know she’s probably preparing a lot more stuff and i honestly cannot wait for it all

@chantenyongs ➳ i don’t think she’s a writing blog as much but she is doing a a-z smut thing with nct and exo and i loved them all especially hansol’s lol, so deffo check that out

@jvngswoon ➳ venus also isn’t a writing blog but sometimes she does bless us with some short cute scenarios and i always enjoy reading them

@hqleetaeyong ➳ i think jess does too???? i’m pretty sure she’s written some stuff and i’ve always loved them!

some other blogs you might want to check out (although i don’t follow any of these, i know they’re all big nct blogs so) : @textingnct @caliboyjaeffrey @sos-sicheng @cutiephon-texts @squaresreact @iracundus-kpop @mypreciouschittaphon @fruityuta @nctreactionsxx @neosreact @neomonstareactions and @chipsandwaffles

if u know any other blogs, please suggest me them!

anonymous asked:

Man. Sorry you have to deal w/ more shit in the fandom. I guess this time while it's more personal to where you're located, it's not as harsh as before, maybe? Small mercies but still utter bs. I didn't even read the 1 post I saw bc it was too redic to get through. This is just to wish you a good morning & to stress that no matter how much noise comes from the other side there are tons of us here who are glad you're back hopefully to stay & have your back in any of this that's thrown at you. xox

Thanks for being sweet anon! You’d think I’d be used to it by now but nope. Every time there’s some new bullshit to deal with I’m just like…………really??? I know the post was written with good intentions so I won’t fault her for that, but I’ve posted pictures of Effy where you can clearly see the socket in the background many times and yet no one picked up on it before now? 

I even posted a video a few months ago where I’m talking to her and you can hear my accent. There was no need for all these rumours about me being someone else when it was more than obvious that it wasn’t true. Even my friends have vouched for me. I think they’d know if they were talking to someone who was putting on a fake Irish accent. I don’t understand what I’ve done or said to cause so much doubt surrounding my nationality and where I live. The reasoning seems to be because I post in EST time, but I don’t? I go to bed at like 11pm (6pm EST) because I’m a Grandma and when I wake up (around 8 or 9) that’s 3 or 4 am EST. 

I’ve also heard that I “type like a Canadian” but Ireland and Canada spell things the same way. In fact I rarely spell things the “British/Canadian” way and instead go for the American way because it’s easier with auto correct/spell check. As for not using Irish slang etc, why would I purposely want to confuse the people who read my blog when the majority are American? It’s bad enough when I talk to Lauren and Julia and they’re like wtf did you just say?? I can’t imagine having to explain what I mean to thousands of people everyday. If you’re American then you don’t understand that literally the entire internet is catered to you and those of us outside of it have to adapt.  Anyway I wasn’t even planning on addressing this but I kind of got carried away so sorry about that. I’m glad it’s finally resolved. This is the last I’m saying on the subject. Let’s move on (and enjoy the cute pictures of Effy okay bye).

jooheon coffee date

jooheon drabble

a/n: i like to write my friends positive feeling drabbles to help give them something to read if they need that extra bit of support, and its even better if it comes from their bias and so i decided to post them. i wrote this smol drabble for this smol friend @wispywonwoo ly bby

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

the beat coming from the high quality headphones and jooheon’s deep, raspy voice rapping and cursing sounded so out of place in the scenery of a day time cafe whilst you were sat opposite your dimply boyfriend and his optimistic look of hope. you could picture jooheon’s face as he rapped each line of the song, his eyes scrunching up and his lips twitching into a half smirk.

the song finished and you pulled the headphones off, looking up to jooheon’s happy face.

“well? what do you think?” you could tell that behind his cute, positive smile was uncertainty and the faint sign of nervousness.

“jooheon,” you cupped his cute, freshly flushed cheeks, “it’s awesome!!”

he laughed at your reaction, his cheeks glowing at your excited compliment.

“i’m glad you like it, you’re the first person i showed.”

your heart warmed at his sincerity. he grabbed his cup of coffee with cream and took a sip, the cream leaving a white moustache along his upper lip.

“jooheon,” you giggled, “you got a little something-”

“where is it? i don’t know what you mean lauren,” he smirked at you.

“on your top lip,” you murmured.

he feigned innocence, playing with you a little, “i don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re gonna have to come show me.”

you rolled your eyes, shuffling closer in your cafe booth, and used your thumb to wipe of the remaining cream, then licking it off your own thumb like a child too.

“mmm did you have chocolate sprinkles?”

he chuckled and threw his arm around your shoulder, pulling your tiny frame into his inviting one.

on the table you sat behind, was a flower pot with a plant flowering lots of little buds, all a light, soft pink colour.

jooheon reached forward and picked one off gently for you.

“for you.”

“jooheon! you can’t just go around picking flowers that don’t belong to you!”

“oh shh it’s a nice gesture, it’s fine.”

he tilts your chin to face him and tucks your hair behind your ear before placing the delicate blossom  in the tuck safely.

“there. adorable.”

he looked back at you like you were his finished piece of artwork.

Freckles (Laurens x Reader)


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Warnings- Angst

A/N- (Thisone kinda skips around a lot and it ends kinda weirdly but ey I actually posted for once wow)

Request- “What about one where the Hamiltons are on a vacation and Est. Reader x John are babysitting and she lowkey starts wanting a family watching John play with him but then they and turns out she can’t get pregnant! Maybe end with adoption maybe angst.”

Words- 5,279

Eliza was talking a mile a minute, and you were doing your best to keep up.

“…and he’s teething so he’ll probably cry a lot but just…”

You looked over to John. Your husband’s arms held tightly onto a giggling 8-month-old. He and Alexander were both watching you with amused eyes. 

“Are you listening, Y/N? He might try to bite onto his fingers and toes and eat them. He does that.” Eliza said seriously. “I know it doesn’t actually hurt him, but it kind of scares me when he does and-”

“Relax.” Alexander soothed, stepping behind her and rubbing his hands up his wife’s arms. “They’re more than capable of taking care of Philip.” He put his chin on her shoulder and looked at you. “I swear she needs this vacation more than I do.” he said quietly. You giggled, but Eliza didn’t find it funny. She pouted and turned to give him a stern look.

“Are you sure we should be leaving? He’s just a baby Alexander.” 

Alex puts his hands on Eliza’s shoulders firmly. “And he’ll be a baby when we get back. It’s only an extended weekend. Now c’mon, let’s go.” Eliza sighed and nodded, turning to John. She put her hands gently on Philip’s head and started to kiss him all over. 

“Good bye my precious baby boy. Mommy’s gonna miss you so much!” Philip just giggled, having no idea what was happening. Alex gently pulled Eliza away before she suffocated the poor kid. 

He bent down and kissed his son on the head. “Bye bye bud.” Alex smiled softly and put his hand lightly over Philip’s head before stepping away. There were few times Alexander Hamilton was gentle, but around his family, he was always so caring. 

Alex put his arm around Eliza. “Got everything?” John looked around at the many bags they had been left with. He looked back up at his best friend and nodded. “Okay let’s go then.” Alex said. He started to walk Eliza to the front door. Philip giggled again and reached out to his parents. Alex sighed and waved a little goodbye to him. Philip smiled and curled into John. Alex looked at Eliza as if to say See? I told you he’d be fine. 

“Bye! Have fun!” Alex called to you and your husband. Eliza smiled sweetly and waved at you before they both walked out of the small house. 

You turned to John with wide eyes and let out a slow breath. He grinned and let Philip grab onto his finger. 

“I’m gonna go teach him a ton of swear words.” John started to walk down the hallway towards your shared bedroom. Your eyes widened.

“Johnathan no!”

You woke to the sound of a high-pitched scream. You were immensely confused at first before you remembered you were babysitting. John’s side of the bed was warm but empty. You stretched your arms and untangled yourself from the sheets. The bones in your feet cracked in protest as you put weight on them, but you continued out into the hall anyway. Light poured into the short hallway from what you and John called your living room. It was really just a large couch and a TV, but it served its purpose. A small hiccuping sound could be heard. 

“John?” you called softly. No response. You continued quietly and stood in the doorway. 

“It’s okay little guy.” John’s voice was quiet and fell over the room like a blanket. You smiled and leaned against the frame, watching his back carefully. Philip’s eyes were wide as he stared up at John, but he wasn’t crying out loudly like he had been a minute ago. “You’ve got nothing to be scared of.” 

Philip started to let out small sobs and John instantly starting bouncing him and shushing him again. He turned around fully, and a smile spread across his face when he saw you watching him with soft eyes. 

“Hey.” he whispered. 

“You’re really good with him.” you said, stepping closer and smiling down at Philip. He had little freckles that reminded you of John’s. 

“Yeah I guess.” John nodded. “He’s so cute.” he cooed more to Philip than you. You smiled and kissed John on the cheek. Philip’s eyes were starting to slip slowly closed. John rocked him slowly for a few moments more before stilling completely. Philip stayed resting soundly in his arms. John gave you satisfied look and placed Philip back into the temporary crib with extreme care. John walked slowly back to your side, slipping a strong arm around your waist. You both stayed in the room for a bit, but when you were sure Philip was asleep, you pulled John into the hallway. 

As soon as the door closed, you wrapped your arms around his neck and reached up to kiss him. You felt his lips stretch into a smile against yours before he pushed back lightly, kissing you in a sweet, slow fashion that still made your body feel like jelly even after years with him. He pulled away breathlessly and gazed down at you. 

“What was that for?” His low voice had a certain rasp to it. 

You shrugged. “I just wanted to.” 

He laughed quietly and grabbed your hand, pulling you down the hallway. “C’mon silly, let’s put you to bed too.” 

You covered your giggle with your hand and followed him to your room, falling gladly on the bed and into his arms. You listened to his breathing as it slowed gradually and his grip on you loosened slightly, but sleep didn’t come easy for you despite Philip’s good demeanor the rest of the night. One thought kept playing again and again in your mind. 

Freckles like John’s look so cute on a baby. 

The rest of your time with Philip was like a whirlwind of new experiences and laughter. Monday came around faster than you thought it would, and the Hamilton’s arrived back at your home late that night. You and John had tried to get Philip to sleep, even just a little bit, but it was like he knew, if he just stayed up an hour or two longer, he’d get to see his parents again. 

Eliza rushed into the home when John answered the door, barely acknowledging his existence. Alexander followed soon after, a large grin on his face. Philip squealed with giggles as Eliza took him carefully but quickly from your arms into hers, kissing him all over in the process. As she cooed and fawned over her son, you looked to Alexander who was watching them both happily. 

“How was it?” you asked him. He smiled in your direction briefly before looking back to his wife and son. 

“It was great, but I think we’re both glad to be home.” You nodded in understanding and watched Alex take Philip from Eliza and lift him up, causing him to shriek with more laughter. You’d never get tired of that sound. You looked away and saw John watching you with a smirk on his face and his arms crossed casually over his chest. 

Eliza and Alexander were tired so they left quickly with the promise that they’d tell you all about their trip soon. You shut the door and nearly ran into John when you turned around. He smiled widely and pulled you onto the couch. 

“So…?” he prompted. 

“So?” You furrowed your brow, unsure of what he was getting at. 

“I can practically read your mind, Y/N.” he reminded you. “And even if I couldn’t it’s pretty obvious.” 

You looked away. “What’s obvious?” 

“You totally want a little Philip! Or a little…something.” 

Your heart skipped at his words. You’d always wanted kids since you were one yourself, but you and John hadn’t really talked about it since before you’d gotten married. You had both agreed that you should wait awhile. You bit your lip and stared down at his hand on your knee. 

“For the record,” His fingers were on your chin lifting your head to meet his eyes. “I do too.” 

“You…you do?” You pulled back slightly. “Really?” 

“Yeah of course!” He took both of your hands in his. “I mean, we’re in a good spot financially right now. We’re stable. We just got this house; we should fill it.” 

A small lump was forming in your throat at the adoring love evident in his voice. “You’re really ready to have a baby?” you whispered. 

John pressed his lips lightly to yours. “I’m ready if you’re ready.” he said quietly, his eyes still closed. 

You nodded. “I’m ready.” 

You’d never seen John smile so wide. He pulled you against him and started to kiss all over your face while you giggled loudly. 

You stared down at the white plastic stick in anger, debating if you should throw it against the wall or just break it in half. 

“Hey, it’s okay.” John said. He was kneeling in front of the chair you were sitting in. 

“No it’s not okay John!” The negative test hit the floor with a crack. Your chest felt incredible tight, and it was getting harder for you to breathe.“We’ve been trying for ten months! Ten!” John’s figure started to blurr so you wiped at your eyes. “Why isn’t this working? What’s wrong with me?” Your voice cracked. 

“No no. Listen.” He reached up and cupped your cheek, forcing you to look at his face. “It’s not your fault, alright? We’ll go in and get tested. Both of us. There’s gotta be something we can do.” His other hand slid up your legs, and his fingers laced through yours tightly. You nodded, still trying to hold back tears. “We’re gonna have a family, Y/N. I promise.” 

“They only have you come in after tests if it’s bad news.” you mumbled. John squeezed your hand, using the other one to drive the car. 

“It’ll be alright, Y/N.” 

You rolled your eyes. “You keep saying that, but you don’t know.” 

His eyes snapped to you before turning back to the road. “I do know. Everything is gonna turn out okay.” 

“John, what if we can’t have kids.” you said, frustration evident in your tone.

Your husband let go of your hand and quickly pulled into a parking spot outside the clinic. He turned to you with a serious face. “It doesn’t matter if we can’t have kids.” You opened your mouth to speak, but he cut you off. “Y/N as long as I have you, it’s gonna be okay.” He took both of your hands loosely in his.  “We’ll figure it out, together.” 

Your chest contricted slightly. “Okay.” you whispered. “Together.” 

“Besides, we don’t even know if that’s the case yet.” 

You nodded. “Let’s go in.” 

You and John didn’t speak anymore as you walked into the big white building and checked in, but you held onto his arm tightly like it was some kind of anchor. Your leg bounced up and down while you looked around the room frantically. There were some couples who looked happy with their hands against their baby bumps, and some who looked just as nervous as you. What really broke your heart was seeing a very young, very pregnant, woman sitting in a chair all by herself. 

“Y/N?” John said. You looked towards him quickly. “They called us.” A smiling nurse with a short haircut was looking at you over his shoulder. You and John followed her down a hallway that never seemed to end. Finally, you reached a small room, and she informed you that the doctor would be in shortly. 

You stared at the cartoon decals on the green wall. Your mind was totally blank except for one reoccurring theme. This could be it. The doctor could come in here and say that you’d never have children. You’d never get a little baby with freckles just like John’s. 

The door creaked loudly, cracking through the silence of the room like a bullet. The doctor’s face was neutral, but you already knew. Why would they bring you in unless something was wrong? 

“How are you two doing today?” she asked cheerily. 

“Fine.” you said quietly. She nodded and sat in the chair by the computer, pulling her thick black hair back into a ponytail. 

“Good, that’s good.” She typed a few things in the computer the turned to you. John put his hand on your knee the moment he saw her face. “I’m afraid I have some bad news today, Y/N.” she sighed. You nodded and swallowed hard, putting your hand on top of John’s. 

“It’s the shape of your uterus.” she continued, using her olive toned hands to gesticulate. “It’s not optimal for an egg to attach to the lining. That’s why it’s been so hard for you to get pregnant.” You nodded in understanding, not allowing the news to set in yet. “What’s really unfortunate is that there’s not much we can do about this situation. There are certain supplements you can take to try and make your uterus more accepting, but even if the egg does attach, a pregnancy could be difficult and dangerous.” She was silent for awhile, probably letting the full weight of her words sink in. Surprisingly, you didn’t cry. You weren’t pissed. You had expected this, and yes it hurt, but you weren’t blinded at least. You looked from your feet up at John. He gave you a sad smile and squeezed your leg reassuringly.

“I don’t want to overstep my bounds, but I can see how much you two want a child.” You looked back over to her and nodded. “Have you given any thought to adoption yet?” she asked carefully. 

“A-adoption?” You looked to John, but he was watching the doctor. 

“No…we haven’t really talked about that.” he explained. 

The doctor pulled a few different pamphlets out of a file folder and laid them on her desk in front of both of you. “I really encourage you to consider it. There are so many children who need good parents like you two.” She slid a few papers forward. “There’s international programs. Those can be stressful, but it’s very gratifying. There’s also different U.S. programs that are just as rewarding.” She gathered all the papers. John took them from her because your hands were shaking. “I just don’t want either of you to think you’re out of options because of this.” 

You gave her a small smile. “Thank you.” 

She patted your leg and smiled back. “Of course.” She got up from the chair and headed to the door. “Keep me updated. I’d love to help and answer any questions you have. You’re welcome to stay in here as long as you want.” She nodded to John and left the room. 

You reached for the pamphlets, but John pulled them away. “Y/N, we don’t have to decide this right now.” 

You reached for them again. “I just wanna see.” 

“Don’t you think you should let yourself, I don’t know, mourn? Be upset?” 

You dropped your hand. “Are you upset?” you asked quietly. 

“I…well, it isn’t the greatest news, but like she said, we have options.” 

You nodded. “I’m…okay.” 

“Are you?” John raised an eyebrow. 

You looked down at your hands. “I…I think so. Maybe I’ll be upset later, I don’t know.” you rambled. John put his arm around you and kissed the side of your head. 

“We’ll take work off tomorrow. We can just spend the day together and watch those weird indie movies you like.” 

You smiled and looked up at him with squinted eyes. “You like them too, and you know it.” you said firmly. He laughed and kissed your head again. 

The two of you walked out of the room hand in hand. You saw the girl from before walking towards another room. Your eyes met hers. You gave her an encouraging smile, and she returned it, but her’s was so obviously weak and tired. You frowned and looked up at John. 

“It’s kind of stupid.” you stated. 

“What is?” he pushed the door of the clinic open. You both stepped into the heat. 

“That girl was so young, and she clearly doesn’t want to be pregnant. Here I am, and I can’t get pregnant at all.” 

John nodded and pulled his keys out his pocket, opening the car door for you. When he got in as well you started speaking again. 

“I mean, I’m not trying to sound bitter or bitchy.” 

He smiled at you and started the car. “I know.” 

“It’s just, I don’t know, it’s weird. In a sad way. Neither of us gets what we want.” 

John tore his eyes off the road and gave you a sympathetic smile. “I know. It sucks.” He put his hand on your thigh. “But we’re figuring it out together, remember?” 

You nodded. “Together.” 

It hit you that night when you were both getting ready for bed. You opened the closet to get a new tube of toothpaste, and a box for pregnancy test fell onto the floor. You could do nothing but stare a it. When John reached down to throw it away, you cried. You insisted that you needed to keep because there was still a chance. The doctor was wrong. 

John pulled you into the bedroom and onto the bed. He held you all night and tried his hardest to convince that it wasn’t your fault and that stuff like this happened all the time. You cried the entire night on and off. Neither of you got a wink of sleep. 

It took a long time to stop blaming yourself, but a week later you noticed the abandoned adoption information sitting on your kitchen counter. Once you read one, you couldn’t stop.

John walked into the house and kissed you on the cheek the moment he saw you. “Whatcha reading, babe?” He was still slightly breathless from his run. You shrugged, your eyes still glued to the screen. He grabbed a water out of the fridge and sat next to you. 

“Did you know 100,000 children are waiting to be adopted? And that’s just in the U.S.” you said, still not looking away from the computer. John’s eyes widened, and he swallowed the water quickly. 

“That’s a lot.” he agreed. 

“I know!  400,000 in foster care, how crazy is that?” You turned to him. He had a smile on his face. 

“That is crazy.” he said slyly. 

You narrowed your eyes. “What?” 

“You really want this, huh?” You shrugged in response and looked back at the screen. “Oh please,” he continued. “You’ve been researching for two days straight, and we’ve accumulated at least twice the amount of pamphlets the doctor originally gave us.” 

You smiled down at your hands. “Yeah, I’m just excited, I guess.” You looked up at him with eager eyes. “There’s just so much to do! What country should it be from? Do we want a boy or a girl? Do we even get to pick that? I don’t know. But how old do we want him or her to be? Will they have contact with their birth parents?” 

John laughed and kissed your knuckle. “You’re right.” He pulled your laptop closer to him. “We’ve got a lot of research to do”

You and John had just sat down to have dinner when he got a phone call. You gave him a slightly annoyed look, but he held his screen up to you. 

“It’s the clinic.” he stated. A jolt of nervousness ran through you. You bit your lips. There was no reason they should be calling. John furrowed his brow and answered it. 

“Hello?….Yes of course, how are you?….Yes, she’s here….Okay.” John took the phone away from his ear and tapped a button, holding it between you two. The familiar voice of your doctor came through muffled. 


“Yeah, I’m here.” You looked up to John. He shrugged, just as confused as you were. 

“I have some news for both of you. Another patient of mine has decided it’s in their baby’s best interest to give it up, but she doesn’t want it to go into foster care. She wants parents she can trust. I thought of you too right away.” 

Your eyes lit up and you smiled at John. 

“Take some time to think about it, but if you’re at all interes-” 

“Yes! We want the baby.” you said quickly. John’s head snapped up to you. You shrugged. “I’m ready.” you mouthed. His face softened, and he nodded. 

“Me too.” he said quietly. 

“Are you both sure? It’s a big decision.” she warned. 

You nodded at your husband. “Yes. We are definitely sure.” John said. You felt your heart swell and couldn’t keep the smile off your face. 

“Okay then!” the doctor said cheerily. “I’ll let her know. Would you like to meet her before the birth? The patient doesn’t mind either way.” 

John looked to you. You bit your lip and mulled it over. “I think it might be good to know our baby’s background.” you said. John laughed quietly. “What?” 

“Our baby.” he repeated with a grin. Happiness spread through your whole body. John brought his mouth closer to the phone. “Yeah. If we could, it would be nice to get to know her.” 

“That can definitely be arranged.” You heard the sound of a keyboard clicking ring through the phone. “Is it alright to text this number with more details?” she asked. John gave her a positive answer. “Alright, well then I hope to see you two soon. I’m absolutely thrilled for everyone involved, especially that lucky kid.” 

“Thank you so much.” you said. John hung up and held his arms up. You practically jumped onto him. He whispered in your ear about how thrilled he was and how great of a mother you would be. His arms were wrapped tightly around you. Nothing could wipe the smile of your face in that moment. You were finally getting your own family with the perfect person for you. 

“I wonder what she’ll be like.” John said as you walked up to the familiar clinic. He was practically bouncing with excitement. 

You thought back to what the doctor had said on the phone. “I think I know who it is.” John’s brow creased, but he didn’t question you. 

Your suspicions were confirmed as you were led by a nurse into a small lounge like room. The young girl from a few weeks before was sitting there. Her face lit up when she saw you. You held out your hand to introduce yourself formally, but she ignored it and hugged both you and John before sitting back down. John grinned at you, and you both sat on the couch across from her. Your mutual doctor sat in an office chair between the two. 

“I’m Maria!” she said sweetly. “You’re John and Y/N.” There was almost a tone of relief in her voice. “Thank you so much for meeting me. Tell me about yourselves!”  

You smiled up at John. “Well, we met in college through our friends Eliza and Alex. We’ve been married for three years. John’s an environmental lawyer, and I work as a teaching assistant and administrator.” 

You and John answered every question Maria asked you with a smile. There was so much joy in that small room. 

Maria looked from you to the doctor. “They’re perfect.” she marveled. John winked at you. 

“I told you.” the doctor said. Maria turned back to you. 

“She’s been a huge help during all of this so when she suggested a couple, I knew they’d be good.” 

“Yeah…” You looked over to the doctor carefully. “I don’t want to be rude, but you seem awfully young.” 

Marai nodded and patted her stomach. “I’m 18.” John sucked in a quick breath, and your eyes went wide. “I know.” she said to your reactions. “My…boyfriend, James, he…well he wasn’t great. I wouldn’t say he raped me or anything, but he was abusive in…other ways. When he left, I thought I was finally free and then I find out I’m pregnant with his child.” 

You reached across the table between you two and patted Maria’s leg soothingly. It was clear how hard it was for her to talk about this. 

“I thought about it for a long time. I’m too young to have a kid. I can’t afford it right now. I had college plans. And most importantly, if James comes back, I want this little one to be safe.” She smiled down at her stomach. 

“I can’t even begin to tell you how much this means to us, Maria.” John said. She looked up at both of you, and smiled again. Her smile now was so much brighter than it had been. 

“So, how does all the legality of this work out?” you asked your doctor. 

“Well, that’s part of the reason for this meeting. If you all can agree on some terms together, I know a few people who can draw up some contracts for you, and all you’ll have to do is sign them at birth.” 

John raised his eyebrows. “Terms?” 

The doctor nodded. “How much of a part Maria wants in the child’s life, the rights of the birth father if he shows up, stuff like that.” 

You nodded and looked to her. “Do you want a part in the baby’s life?” 

Maria bit her lip and looked down. “I don’t know. It would be hard giving it up completely, but I don’t want to confuse the kid or cause any drama later on in our lives. Plus, like I said, if James finds out, it could be dangerous.” 

“We’d get protection for you and the baby If James comes back.” John said quickly. 

“Many birth mothers have arrangments where they visit their child for a certain amount of hours per year.” the doctor explained. 

“It’s your baby that you’re giving to us, Maria. We want you to be happy too.” you added. 

Maria nodded. “I guess…I guess I’d like to see them sometimes. And I’ll want to see you guys too. My parents didn’t take the news of my pregnancy very well.” She looked down again. “I kind of have nobody right now.” 

“You have us.” you told Maria. Her eyes met yours. Both were filled with tears.

You continued to work out specifics. The doctor would give advice, and write it down every time the three of you agreed on something. Maria and you agreed to meet often, even to talk about things besides the baby. Maria needed a friend and you were willing to be that for her.

It was four in the afternoon two months later when you got a phone call from John. The hospital had called him to say that Maria was going into labor. He was leaving work an hour early and you had just gotten off. 

You met him at the hospital, and the two of you walked quickly to the reception desk, asking where Maria was. When you reached the room, Maria smiled with relief. 

“How are you?” You rushed quickly to her side. Maria shrugged.

“It isn’t terrible yet, but I’m told it will be, so that’s exciting.” she laughed. You smiled and grabbed onto her hand. 

“You need anything, and we’ll get it for you, alright?” 

She nodded. “Thank you for being her.” Her voice was so sincere that your heart broke for her for what must’ve been the millionth time. 

About four hours into the labor, lawyers showed up with contracts. They wanted to get them signed before it was too late. It was hard for Maria to sign with clammy hands, but they said it still counted, and that was all that really mattered. The moment that baby was born, the terms of the contract applied. 

At 1:36 A.M, after about 11 hours of labor, Maria gripped both your hand and John’s tightly, and your baby was born. It was a girl. They handed her to Maria to hold for a moment, but she shook her head and motioned to you. You looked between Maria and the nurse, but Maria simply nodded. You took your little girl from the doctor, and felt tears fill your eyes instantly. John walked around the bed, and looked down at her with you. 

“She’s so beautiful, Maria. Just like you.” you said. 

Maria laughed breathlessly. “I’m glad.” 

The nurses took your baby away to clean her off. While she was gone, you, John, and Maria discussed names together. 

“It’s whatever you guys want.” Maria said. “She’s officially your baby.” A smile spread across her face.

An idea sprang into your head. You looked to John. “What about ‘Maria’? That way she’ll always have a piece of her biological mom with her.” 

Maria looked up at you from her bed. “That’s so sweet, Y/N. You really don’t have to, though.” 

“No, I think it’s a great name.” John interjected. You nodded and looked to Maria for approval. 

She laughed quietly. “It sounds great.”

Roughly five minutes later, they brought little Maria back in. She was all wrapped up in a white blanket and had a pink cap on her head. 

“Totally healthy.” one of the nurses confirmed. Maria smiled as she looked down at her. She held onto her for a bit, before passing the baby off to John, saying she was tired. 

You and John stood in the corner of the room while Maria slept. You tried to soak up every part of this moment with them, because you finally had your family. 

“Maria!” you called, walking from your lawn chair over to where she was sitting in the grass. “Let’s go inside. It’s going to rain soon.” You held your hand down to her. 

“Okay mommy!” the two-year-old said, acting agreeable for once. You squinted and knelt down to her level, staring at her face. She gazed back at you with wide eyes. 

“Maria!” you gasped happily. Your throat constricted slightly at the sight.  “When did you get so many freckles sweetheart?” Maria giggled and wrapped her arms around your neck. 

“I ‘ove you mommy.” she said. 

You put your hands against her small back. “I love you too, Maria.” You picked her up and started walking towards the house. “Let’s go find dad. Maybe he’ll play airplanes with you.” Maria squealed with delight. 

anonymous asked:

Hey it's my birthday and i was wondering if you could write som good lams fluff with maybe perhaps please selectively mute! John? It's perfectly fine if you don't want to<3I love your writing btw

Hope I’m not too late! Happy birthday my child!

Also on IG I saw a fan art to my post of “Philip’s First Words” and I’m crying it’s so cute!

On to the fic!


Whenever people go through emotional trauma, physical trauma, or any type, they usually come up with some sort of coping mechanism. It’s different for everyone, some last longer than others.

Alex rolled over, feeling the warmth of John’s chest against his cheek. Smiling, Alex’s arm went to wrap around John’s middle, feeling John shift a bit.

He didn’t really want to be awake right now, last night he and John had gotten in late from a night out with their friends and then proceeded to binge watch This Is Us on Hulu before falling asleep on their bed.

He opened his eyes, squinting at the sunlight peeking through their curtains. “Morning Johnny…” He sighed, eyes locking on John’s as he smiled in return.

John’s eyes shut as he gave Alex a tired smile, stretching his arms above his head. He sighed, body falling lax as Alex sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. “I was thinking today can be a relaxing day. I found a new recipe for burgers I wanna try tonight - and we can watch movies and TV shows all day, that sound good?”

John nodded, rolling out of bed. Literally. He slowly let his legs fall off, the rest of his body following. He laid on the ground for a few seconds before getting up, heading to their shared dresser.

John’s father, growing up, had never been nice to John or his siblings. He was the oldest of four so he’d protect the younger ones best he could. As he got older he began talking less and less, only speaking whenever spoken to, becoming the shell of who he was.

By the time he left for college John hadn’t spoken for two years. Doctors say there’s nothing wrong with his vocal cords and it’s a mental thing. He met Alex their sophomore year at university, the shorter of the two had gotten into an argument with some guy who was messing with John.

Alex had fallen in love with the consolations that lived on John’s cheeks, and John had fallen in love with the fire burning in Alex’s eyes. 

It’s been seven years since they met, and six since they begun to date. Alex was twenty six while John was twenty seven, and both were as in love with each other as the day they first met.

“Johnny!” John turned, pulling his shirt over his head. Alex was stood wearing a pair of black jeans and his “Non-Stop” sweatshirt, nails painted an almost purple galaxy look, John’s a blue one.

He nodded, showing he was listening. “So I know we’ve been talking about getting a pet for a while and I was looking online the other day - I got a break from writing papers for George - and I found this really cute local pet store. They have rescued animals, they don’t euthanize, they’re very friendly, workers and volunteers are there 24/7 and they play and exercise with the animals.”

John laughed silently, eyes crinkling as Alex rambled. Alex smiled at the blissed look on John’s face, stopping his rambling as he watched as John walked forward, hands caressing his cheeks softly. 

John leaned down a bit, lips softly pressing against Alex’s nose. “Right right - I’m rambling. Anyway - looking on their website I decided - or thought at least - we should go in and check it out ya know? Adopt an animal?”

John smiled to widely he felt like his cheeks were gonna split and he’d look like the joker. He nodded, curls flying wildly and Alex smiled, eyes taking in every detail of the happiness radiating from his fiance.

“Okay! So chill day today - and adoption day tomorrow?” John nodded again, pulling Alex into his chest, and Alex laughed, feeling John’s heartbeat against his ear.

“Well! Looks like we’ll be daddies soon!”

~     ~     ~     ~     ~

Holle! Come here girl!” Alex clapped his hands as the four year old husky ran as best as she could to the couch, jumping up, fluffy tail hitting John in the face as she turned, flopping herself down onto Alex.

He let out a breathy laugh, “Oh-ho-ho okay.” He rubbed her fur, her head tilting back, tongue out in an almost smile.

“Hey beautiful.” He coo’ed, scratching under her chin.

John smiled, moving a piece of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail from Alex’s face. Holle was a three legged husky that had been in the shelter for two years. The two had instantly fallen in love with her, taking her home almost seconds after entering.

“Parent life suits us.” Alex let his head fall on John’s shoulders, eyes fixed on the movie playing.

John nodded, laying his head on Alex’s.

anonymous asked:

AnonJD here and I have some requests!! Can I have reactions/scenarios to crush walking into the wrong restroom, using it, not even noticing Asahi, Ushijima, Tendou, or Bokuto being there, then coming out to wash hands, FINALLY notices them and they're like "???" and you’re like "oh whoops wrong bathroom", BUT FINISHES AND WALKS OUT LIKE IT’S NOTHING (happened to me, and didn't give a flying flap) If it's too much, HC or less characters are fine! c:

Camp NaNoWriMo Day Ten Request Complete!

(ignore the other post. i pasted the text into the wrong ask)

i switched things up a little with the reader’s personality, if that’s okay. these are going to be more mini scenarios than anything because i’m trying to finish up asahi and his model!gf part 2 today, but it’s gonna be long like part 1 so it’s not happening today -__-

if you like what i do and want to show your support, consider supporting me on ko-fi! money is tight right now, and i could use the help!

- admin rachel lauren


Did you forget how to read?! Honestly! And even then, how could you not notice the urinals? It’s not like you were in a rush!

Thankfully for you, your face doesn’t match your inner monologue. You appear pleasantly nonchalant while washing your hands, but even you’re unable to shake the heavy glare from Ushijima. There’s little need to look his way, as you can feel the mix of confusion, concern, and a smidge of judgment coming from him while he also stands at the sinks.

This all happened because you were busy fantasizing about how dreamy you thought he looked during class today and weren’t paying attention to which door you walked into. It’s almost as if the universe compelled you run into him.

It’s not for hard Ushijima to tell that your calm disposition is a front for the fact that you’re screaming in embarrassment on the inside. That and he likes you more than enough and doesn’t want you to be stuck in an awkward situation like this again.

“For next time,” he says, suddenly breaking the uncomfortable silence between the two of you, “the sign on the door says ‘Men’.”

That much is completely obvious, but you know he means well.


“Look, you gotta do what you gotta do, okay? I had to go so I wasn’t paying attention to which door I walked through.”

With a shake of his head, Tendou clicks his tongue at your excuse. You pout at his refusal of your explanation.

“I think ____ is a secret pervert,” he teases. “Once you noticed the urinals, you could have walked out and used the other restroom. Why else would you have stayed?”

You were plenty calm before, but now your patience is wearing thin with him. You groan, one second away from stamping your foot as well. “I feel like a broken record with you. Because I really had to use the bathroom. It’s not a big deal. It’s not like I saw anything anyway.”

He doesn’t actually care so much about it at this point; it probably was an honest mistake. Tendou just happens to be a fan of riling you up. If his sly grin is any indication of that, you hadn’t caught on.

Tendou’s never going to let you live this one down.


You’re not surprised, and that surprises Bokuto. The two of you meet eyes when you exit the stall and for a moment he believes you’ll turn red and rush out as soon as you wash your hands. Instead, you briefly glance at your surroundings. He’s the one who’s starting to feel a little flushed.

“Oops. Wrong bathroom,” you say with a shrug. Bokuto’s been standing at the sink with the water running for a good ten seconds now, and he’s yet to wash his hands. He continues to stare at your through the mirror while you’ve taken to the sink as well, and are already lathering up your hands. “I’ll be gone in a moment. Don’t mind me.”

“It’s too late for that,” he says, a little frustrated. He takes to washing his hands now with a hint of embarrassment in his rough movements.

Your giggle at this is cute; he just wishes he could have earned it in a much different context.

Accurate Hamilton songs
  • Alexander Hamilton: the hype song. you hear those first few chords and you turn tf up. 10/10 opening to a show.
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: how to deal with fangirls: a guide by aaron burr, BUT ALSO: song named after burr gets hijacked by laurens, lafayette and mulligan: a metaphor for burr's life
  • My Shot: hey this new kid is kinda cool. this is how you make friends. a masterpiece. 10/10.
  • The Story of Tonight: drunk revolutionaries, drunk politics, is this what having friends feels like???
  • The Schuyler Sisters: are we talking empowering women in the revolutionary era? hell yeah we are! WERK!
  • Farmer Refuted: street preacher gets REKT
  • You'll Be Back: the king is terrifying, but like, in a really cute way.
  • Right Hand Man: how to get senpai to notice you: a guide by alexander hamilton. also, fuck burr.
  • A Winter's Ball: burr is salty, but admits alex has game. hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
  • Helpless: eliza schuyler is too pure for this world, but also: y'all got married after two weeks????
  • Satisfied: angelica schuyler chooses her sister's happiness over her own #queen
  • The Story of Tonight - Reprise: drunk revolutionaries the sequel.
  • Wait For It: aaron burr has an existential crisis.
  • Stay Alive: I'M A GENERAL WEEEEE!! also a lot of people die. CHICKAPLAOW.
  • Ten Duel Commandments: counting has never been so cool.
  • Meet Me Inside: daddy issues.
  • That Would Be Enough: gdi alexander stay with your wife and unborn child
  • Guns And Ships: MOTHERFUCKING LAFAYETTE! also daveed diggs is a gift to humanity
  • History Has Its Eyes On You: I fucked up, but I won't let it happen to you.
  • Yorktown/The World Turned Upside Down: immigrants, we get the job done. HERCULES MULLIGAN!
  • What Comes Next?: the king is terrifying, but also sassy as hell. AWESOME, WOW.
  • Dear Theodosia: "i had daddy issues, but i promise you won't". breaks my heart 10 times out of 10.
  • Non-Stop: alex is a workaholic and i'm mad (and so is burr)
  • What'd I Miss: jefferson is back after an exchange year in france and he's better than ever (not really, he still holds slaves)
  • Cabinet Battle #1: what all political debates should be like.
  • Take A Break: gdi alexander spend time with your wife and your 9 year old son, which your wife had to remind you is turning 9 TODAY
  • Say No To This: alex didn't have time to go on vacation with wife and child but he had time to cheat on his wife *slow clap*
  • The Room Where It Happens: burr has a serious case of FOMO
  • Schuyler Defeated: "they don't need to know me they don't like you" aka burr finally decides to do something but fucks over alexander in the process (not that burr cares)
  • Cabinet Battle #2: what all political debates should be like, the sequel
  • Washington On Your Side: jefferson, madison, and burr are all salty af because hamilton is washington's fave
  • One Last Time: washington steps down and tells alexander to "deal with it"
  • I Know Him: the king is /still/ terrifying, and he's also a washington fanboy and tells john adams "good luck :):):):):):)"
  • The Adams Administration: the adams administration is a shitshow unlike any other
  • We Know: u done fucked up, alex, and ur enemies know
  • Hurricane: alexander hamilton's gonna prove to everyone that he can write his way out of a crisis. WRITING ISN'T GONNA SOLVE EVERYTHING, ALEX.
  • The Reynolds Pamphlet: aka hamilton never gon' be prESIDENT NOW *jefferson makes it rain* also poor eliza
  • Burn: eliza won't let anyone know how she reacted to alexander's infidelity #protecteliza2kForever but also damn now those letters are lost in history
  • Blow Us All Away: how to graduate, schedule a threesome, duel someone, and die in one song: a guide by philip hamilton
  • Stay Alive - Reprise: he ded
  • It's Quiet Uptown: fuckin heartbreak goddamn i cry 11/10 times, also eliza forgives alexander and everyone wonders why
  • The Election of 1800: jefferson is tired of the feels and wants to talk politics again, also fuck burr
  • Your Obedient Servant: a sass battle between hamilton and burr. a.ham vs a.burr
  • Best of Wives and Best of Women: eliza just wants to sleep
  • The World Was Wide Enough: "I JUST KILLED MY BEST FRIEND" "and your worst enemy" "SAME DIFFERENCE"
  • Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story: Eliza Hamilton is goddamn queen god bless her, all aboard the feels train! YOU GET SOME FEELS AND YOU GET SOME FEELS AND YOU GET SOME FEELS
modern hamilton au: snapchat stories

alexander: covers the camera to take black pictures and proceeds to vaguepost about people he has added on the app

john: videos of alex from across the room, zoomed on very fast and suddenly. also the selfie filters that distort your face. he puts the filters on his turtle, too.

lafayette: always. selfies. always. he uses the “pretty” filters like the dog filter, the flower crown, and the bear one with the yellow face mask

hercules: videos of supportive messages, the general pick-me-up user.

burr: he never posts but you can bet cash money he’s the first to see everyone else’s stories

eliza: flowers, plants, snails, animals, etc. that one Snapchat friend that always seems to be going somewhere and has an anonymous friend to take “candid” pictures of her in beautiful scenery

angelica: is the one taking eliza’s pictures. she has generally the same content, but never has herself in the pictures. eliza insists on taking pics of her, but angelica’s too insecure

peggy: dogs

maria: selfies of her and eliza kissing

jefferson: pictures of food (usually pasta) and selfies where he’s trying too hard. teaser-nudes with the caption “pm for my premium snapchat ;) ”

madison: he shitposts on his story in the middle of the night but deletes them before anyone can see

george washington: why would he have snapchat


philip: cute selfies, mostly the dog filter. he does peace signs a lot and always has his eyes closed with the biggest smile. occasionally, videos where he’s asking eacker to take a pic with him and gets flipped off.

eacker: the type of person to post videos of him taking a bong hit. every day. videos of Philip doing the same because he’s a bad influence on pip

lee: a 500-second long story only consisting of his dog

KGIII: “ootd” every day. it gets kind of annoying but he has a good fashion sense so its okay yknow

seabury: vagueposts about alex, because he knows half of Alex’s are directed at him. they kinda go back and forth like that but never actually talk privately. everyones a little annoyed.

anonymous asked:

can you do a lams fic rec list??

yes okay so my first one and current favourite is song of alexander by ciceroprofacto. its 12 out of 50 chapters so far and it updates regularly and the author also posts abt it like, daily on their blog. its inspired by song of achilles and its historical lams, canon era, canon looks / canon war. if u like tears and angst, here u go.

so this next one is older and its actually the first one ive ever read and it holds a special place on my heart. non angsty. nsfw. it’s called laurens, i like you a lot

this one here is a series of four fics so far, its called turn it around and its mutual pining and confessions and just. fluff. some nsfw. ive messaged the author and i told her that i loved it and she also has the same name as me, 10/10

this one is called team shithead and its the boys ghosthunting!! very cute. very long. very nice. nsfw sometimes

this one is also old, and among the first few ive read. its a series, 3 parts, called you like to captain a capsized ship. the pull and unwind one is my favourite one. nsfw

thi one called dont trust too much your bloom and omfff its john reciting virgil!! which is actually canon bc irl lams quoted virgil in their letters. v cute. nsfw implied.

last but not least, this is lonely like me and alex is a prostitute. its kind of a touchy, heavy subject but its not extremely graphic. 10.10


Pairing: John Laurens x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/N has always been the odd one out of her entire family but with the discovery of her fey blood it turns out that the past with revolving around her family and that of the royal family is much more complicated than it seemed. Things start to become even messier when a guy of higher societal status begins to attempt to court her.

Words: 3,406 (it’s a real doozy)

Warnings: like 2 swear words, not really at all angsty just lots of cute flirting and blushing between reader and john

A/N: Yeah I’ve never written a Hamilton fic before this, but I made an account so I didn’t have to post this on my other fan acc 
I also feel like this just sucks, but like I probably can’t make it any better (not saying there’s no more editing I need to do, but my writing style can only take this plot so far)
Is this a multiple part fic? Hell yeah. It’s basically like a fairy tale esque retelling of Hamilton, but not really. I might do something similar with other people in Hamilton like Hercules or Lafayette but I’m not sure yet

Heavily inspired by the book Enchanted written by Alethea Kontis

I’d also recommend listening to ‘Todo Cambio’ by Becky G (it’s all in Spanish, just FYI), ‘There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back’ by Shawn Mendes, and ‘Take Me To The Middle’ by Anthony Ramos (you can find it on SoundCloud and on Youtube)

          Although the year was 1918, the kingdom of Adlin was still on its way of modernizing itself, trying to catch up with the rest of the world. You had definitely accepted much of the new modern looks that came with the Great War (there wasn’t anything great about the war, it was just great in size) such as wearing slacks that your older sister Eden fixed for you out of denim per your request.

          You were definitely the black sheep of your entire family. While your sisters were out and shopping for new materials for the dresses to be made, you were going through the antiques of your family in what would be considered an attic. Your hair was being held in a bun with your Victorian –esque mail opener, the nameday gift your Godmother Delia decided to give you. You had tried to continue looking through, but your family’s old couch was blocking the way. You tried to get over the couch, but you underestimated the force of which you did so making you do a forward roll over the couch. You landed on your bum and simultaneously knocked an old cardboard box on its side making it spill its contents.

          "Ah fucking shit,“ you hissed as you tried to stand up. You glanced at the mess you made, crawling over and noticed that they simply were unopened letters. Your curiosity got the better of you as you took the mail opener out of your hair, making you it cascade over your shoulders. You pulled the cover off the mail opener and grabbed a letter at random. Opening one and pulling out a piece of parchment paper, examining what it said. It read:

Our family was always a strong acquaintance to that of the royal one. It can even be debated that they were once friends. Our strong fey blood has been how we assisted them and you mustn’t forget, for trouble will come forth if you do. The King personally requested for our family to be transferred and there is a reason. Find out why Melissa, find out now before it’s too late.


          You stuffed the letter into the back of your pants, and continued to rummage through the old unopened letters.  Thousands of questions rushed through your brain, making it hard to concentrate. You grabbed five other letters and put everything else back in the box. You knew you would have to return another day.

          "Y/N, get down here and help Adiam with the food,” you groaned, but went down quickly to the kitchen. You walked in and took the spoon your brother was using to stir the stew from him immediately. Adiam was fey meaning that although he was your elder by four years, it looked as if he stopped aging at the age of twelve, no doubt going to outlive the rest of the family. Although Adiam was not family by blood, you had grown up believing otherwise. It didn’t matter if science didn’t agree, he was your brother just as Eden was your sister.

          "Time to chase the chickens,“ Adiam grinned and ran out. You began to laugh as you stirred until your mom gave you a pointed look. You kept quiet, but all that did was make your mind wander to the several questions you had about the letter you had found moments earlier.

           "Mama, do we still have fey blood? Also what is the difference from being fey to having fey blood?” you saw your mother went stiff, but you continued. “I know it’s said to be a myth and all, but doesn’t that simply mean that some have it and some don’t?”

          "Where on Earth did this curiosity arise from?“ you shrugged at your mother’s question, debating whether you should tell her or not. You knew the questions would continue to burn in your mind until they were answered.

          "Who’s Marie?” you asked, trying to look at your mom in the eyes. She couldn’t seem to meet yours.

          "Was,“ she said quietly.


          "It isn’t present- you mean to ask who Marie was, past tense,“ your mother sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Marie, she was my mom.”

           "Making her my grandmother.“


          "Why didn’t you tell me about her? Why didn’t you read her letters?“ you weren’t angry, you just wanted to understand the situation.

          "Because there are just some things I wanted to keep from the rest of the family, from you. Her words have power, if I were to have read her letters I would have to do what she requested.”

          The words she had just said kept running through your brain, you were surprised when you realized you were still stirring subconsciously. “She had fey blood?”

          “She was a seventh of a seventh,” your mother murmured sitting down at the dining table.

          “So that means-”

          “Your aunts and I have fey blood, your father does so as well, but that’s from his side of the family of course. And you, my dearest Y/N also happen to have it along with Eden, Maddi, Quinn, and Will.”

          That was ten days ago, now Eden was accidentally pricking your skin trying to get the dress she made for you to fit perfectly. Your mother and father had sat all of you down and explained. They said despite the fact that the royal family doesn’t necessarily speak anymore, they still are strong acquaintances which is why it was crucial they attended their parties when invited.

          “Y/N I have at least another hour to spare before I need to get ready and if you don’t stand still and straight,” she glared at you, pushing your back upright, “I’ll never finish your dress in time for the ball tonight.”

          “Good,” you sighed irritatedly pushing your stray hairs away from your face.

          “I know you don’t enjoy these types of things, but you heard Mama, we have to go.”

          “Why though? Don’t you wonder why we’re acquaintances with the royal family? We might have been friends with them at some point and you’re not the least bit curious as to why? Papa was even admitted to being close to the King and his brother, don’t you wonder what caused them to stop?” 

          “No Y/N, I don’t. And you shouldn’t be so curious either, curiosity killed the cat remember?” Eden went back to work on your dress, not waiting to hear your reply. You sighed hard, making your shoulders slump which just made Eden push them back up. You tried to remain still at the best of your abilities for the rest of the time you had to stand there.

          “Thank you for doing my hair Quinn,” you looked at yourself in the vanity in your room, and, out of the corner of your eye, you saw her smile at you through the mirror.

           “Thank you for letting me,” she squeezed your shoulders and walked out. You had to admit it to yourself, you looked pretty, normal even.

          Your older sister by seven years had also managed to capture your quirkiness, your hair being held with your mail opener just as it usually is, but looking neater than it ever had under your care. You slowly stood and carefully walked out of your room and down the stairs. 

           When you reached the bottom you heard Maddi squeal out in joy. “You look wonderful Y/N! I can’t wait to see how many boys will intend on courting you tonight.”

           “None on my watch,” Will said and you took a gander at poking his abdomen. Adiam laughed at the entire endeavor. This was probably the longest time you’ve seen him not covered completely in dirt.

           “Then I hope you close your eyes,” you joked and Will let out a laugh that filled the entire room with joy.

           “Ah my dearest sister, what ever shall I do if you leave?” he pulled you in for a hug, he and Adiam were two of your favorite people in the entire world, not including Maddi of course. You let go and turned around after mumbling a “you’ll be fine” into his chest.  

           “Hopefully just a couple muster the courage to talk to you, I need to be able to get one,” Eden walked down, looking as enchanting as ever, teasing. You gave her a smile and she gave you a grin. Maddi gasped and went running up to Eden, looking at her in awe.

           “You look incredible,” Maddie gave Eden a toothy grin only her fourteen-year-old self could give.

           “You, my little sprout, look ravishing,” Eden bent down and booped Maddi’s nose, eliciting a giggle out of her younger sister’s throat. Eden was about to say something else but was cut off by a knock at the door.

           Your father opened it and it seemed to be two of the king’s many men. “Good evening men,” your father’s voice was strong, yet didn’t sound undermining.

           “Good evening, we are here to take the Y/L/N family at the request of the king in royal carriages,” one of the men spoke. His voice sounded very charming and very French to your ears, and you could hear the smile he was wearing in his tone.

           “Very well then. Come on everyone, let’s get in,” your father motioned for your mother to go first which she did gracefully. One by one each of your siblings left the house and entered one of the carriages. In the end, you were sitting with Maddi and Eden.

           “What do you think the castle looks like from the inside? Do you think it’s decorated to even more of an extent than usual because of the occasion? What type of food-”

          “We’ll have the answers once we get there little one,” Maddi would have continued to ask questions had Eden not cut her off. You had to admit, you wanted to ask questions as well and dream up what the ball might be with your sisters, but knew you couldn’t. You each just sat there listening to the quiet of what would soon become night.

          You entered the castle and were instantly transfixed by everything. You wanted to go and look at all of the walls and find all of the details most would miss.

           “Missus and Mister Y/L/N,” the Grand Marshal announced, “and their children: Mister Will, Miss Quinn, Mister Adiam, Miss Eden, Miss Y/N, and Miss Maddi.”

           You took a deep breath, trying to rid yourself of all the nerves. You slowly made your way to the edge of the stairs and grabbed your skirts with both hands. You ignored the voice in your head saying you would plummet down the steps and proceeded to walk down them calmly. You could feel Maddi next to you, fidgeting with her skirts. You let go of your skirt with one hand and reached for hers. Maddi’s hand immediately found yours and gave it a squeeze.

           It all felt like a dream. You and your family had finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, but were greeted by the sight of royalty instead of the dance floor.

           “Y/L/N,” you saw your father straighten and put a hand on the small of your mother’s back.

           “Your Highness,” your father nodded his head in acknowledgment to his own words while you and the rest of your sisters curtsied. You couldn’t see your brothers and you felt the air leave your lungs. It was more than the King himself addressing your father, there was an overwhelming feel of familiarity.

           “I’m afraid that on this grand joyous occasion we must concur,” the King had a smile one would give when in pain. Your parents looked at each other and walked in one direction with the King in tow. You and your siblings stood there for a moment, having no idea what to do. Slowly, you each made your way to the table pertaining to your family.

           This ordeal had not gone unnoticed by anyone, but it caught the particular eye of John Laurens. Well, it isn’t so much as the situation, as it is the someone who brought him to pay attention. John had never once seen a girl have what seemed like a brooch in her hair before. John’s father, the Duke of Esterdale, looked at him and his giddiness with an unimpressed glare.

           “I’m going to go find your uncle, he should know better than to leave a ball without its host,” John watched his father stand and walk away.          

           Unsure of what to do with himself, John decided to go and talk to you your family. He was close enough to Will for it not to be strange to converse and joke with him, but then again that was during training with the Royal Guard. The hushed whispers about your family stopped and turned into longing stares as John walked by. Everyone knew that the King had no heirs so the closest thing to a prince was John, if in any case at all both his uncle and father would die, he would become king of Adlin. He was also undoubtedly handsome and his smile would make both boys and girls alike swoon. Proof would be the relationship he had with a Mister Alexander Hamilton for a good year, before breaking it off to remain friends. Not many details are known throughout Adlin, but there was a time, and it still happens, when he was judged for “sinning”.

          “Well if it isn’t John Laurens, are you here to take me out to dance?” Will asked with a flirty tone while batting his eyelashes. Maddi gave Will a quick eye roll and a grin while John laughed whole heartedly. Oh God, his laugh made you want to giggle like you had when you were younger. 

          “I’m afraid not Will, I’m here to dance with your sister,” John glanced around the table momentarily with a stiff smile on his face. He didn’t want Will to hurt him the next time they both trained with the Royal Guard, but he also really wanted to get to know you. “Miss Y/N.” 

          “The most intimidating of them all,” Adiam snickered but stopped when you kicked him in the shin. 

          John turned to look at you and you felt your cheeks heat up. You couldn’t make coherent sentences that were not filled to the brim with profane for a moment. Eden looked at you expectantly whilst Maddi, Will, and Adiam were laughing amongst themselves. John chuckled at your lack of words which made you smile sheepishly.

          “Would you care to dance?” he extended his steady hand out to you which you took with your own. You were only left with very few thoughts as John led you to the center of the dance floor. You could feel everyone's’ eyes on you, their whispers once again containing your name. You were his first dance of the night, and your mind kept on asking the same question that it began to sound more and more like a chant: Why, why, why, why me and not Eden, why me.

          The both of you slowly started waltzing to the music and you were certain he could feel your hands shaking in his. You looked at his chest, fear more than anything else kept you from looking at him directly.

          “I hope you don’t mind, but may I ask you something?” John took you by surprise making you miss a step and stumble. John spun you, covering the mistake quickly. “My fault, I apologize.”

          “No need to,” you said quietly. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and tried to relax.

          “Are you ready for my question?” you nodded meekly, still not looking at him, which meant you didn’t see the smile he sent you. “What’s in your hair?”

          “Pardon?” you held back a laugh and cleared your throat, but that didn’t stop the corners of your lips from quirking upward. 

          “You have something like a brooch in your hair, why?”

          “It was my sister Quinn’s decision, she thought I’d look like someone else if I didn’t have my mail opener in my hair,” you said in one breath. John smiled softly at your words, so that’s what it was, a mail opener (a mail opener, of all things!) was in your hair.

          “Far too much like everyone else, even with your beauty.”

          “You’re really pretty too,” if your cheeks hadn’t already been flushed they definitely were now. John laughed loudly and you felt your stomach fill with happiness. The same feel of familiarity you felt at the stairs surrounded you, but it didn’t feel suffocating like it had back there.

            “I love that you blush,” John said which made you tense up in his arms. You were suddenly reminded of the whispers all containing your name because the laugh emitted from the marquess. All too soon the song came to an end and John stepped back, released you, and bowed. You grabbed a handful of skirts and curtsied, ignoring the thoughts of longing to return to his arms.

            “One mustn’t linger on the dance floor,” you say to John, but made no move to go back to your seat.

            “Stepping away from here will be like going into battle,” John looked at your wrist, more specifically the makeshift bracelet that was really just string loosely tied around your wrist, and then back at you.

            “You would know, you’ve fought in plenty,” he chuckled at your comment.

            “Yes, I have. I also know it is customary for a soldier to accept a lady’s favor before going into battle. Would you do me the honor?”

            You stood there, dumbfounded by his words. How in the world could John be serious? More importantly: how could you possibly say no?

            “Of course, Your Lordship,” you untie the string on your wrist and fasten it around his left arm, near the shoulder. Your fingers felt too clumsy so instead of fashioning a bow you tied a simple knot and let the ends of the string flow just past his elbow. You knew what it meant: any and every other girl he would dance with tonight would know you were there first. You refrained from turning and looking at all the enemies you had made in the span of a few minutes.

            “Please, allow me to walk you back,” John took you by the arm and led you carefully back. You notice your mother and father had returned but were conversing in rushed whispers with the rest of your siblings. When they saw you and John arriving they stopped and looked at the both of you curiously.      

            “John I haven’t seen you since you were a boy about yay high,” your father stood, put his hand near his hip, and then proceeded to shake John’s hand.

            “Yes sir, it has been a long time,” John smiled, but if you didn’t know any better you’d think he was nervous. “Missus Y/L/N, you look as beautiful as ever.”

            “You flatter me, but I know I cannot compete with the beauty you see in my daughter,” your face heated up once more for what felt like the millionth time tonight, but maybe your face had remained flushed from the moment John spoke to you.

            “She is truly stunning,” you unconsciously let out a giggle that was meant only for your head which made Adiam smirk and Maddi giggle alongside you. Eden tried not to crack a smile, much like Will, but failed. You could feel the stares of all the people around you. Had your parents forgotten that you were still out at the mercy of the public?

            “I would ask if you intend to court my daughter, John, but we must go,” your father’s back straightened. “Bid my farewell to your father and your uncle, John. It was nice seeing you again, even for the briefest of moments.”

            John bowed, as did your father. He thanked all of you for coming, but his eyes lingered on yours, much like your eyes lingered on him. Each of you tried to memorize each other, but, finally, with a smile, you left and caught up with your mother.

            “Don’t worry Y/N, you’ll see him again. It might not be the way you imagine it, but fate has declared that you’ll see John again soon enough,” your mother smiled sadly as you tried to decipher her cryptic words.

Pancakes & Poetry

Smol! John Laurens x Tol! Reader; ft. Awkward Alex

Modern AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1980

Warnings: None :)

Request:Situation  27, dialogue 20 with John Laurens, pleease?
Height Difference AU
“Stop calling me cute!” “Stop doing cute things!”

A/N: First off, I am so sorry. I know that historically, John Laurens was tall and like six foot, but I was writing for Lin’s interpretation of Laurens. Which to me, is short Anthony Ramos. So, I apologize for being historically inaccurate. Also, I wanted to break the norm of the reader being short and the character tall. I seriously LOVED writing this one. Lol I made Laddie suffer while I finished it, because apparently she loved it too. Also, this is longer than most imagines we post. I would be more than happy to continue to write for this situation. If you have an complaints or criticisms please drop them in the ask box. Hope you enjoy!

You let your fingers dance along the leather spines. You felt over the pages, and the embossed titles. There were too many books in the world to read, it depressed you and excited you simultaneously.

You already had a modest amount of books in your hands.

“Ehh…ehh…almost there!” a strained voice said.

You looked up from the shelf to see a small man with curly dark hair, desperately trying to reach for a book on the top shelf. He was balanced on two stools, the book still out of his reach. His fingers graced the spine.

You sighed and set down your books on the small bookshelf and walked over to him. He hadn’t noticed you. He was too enthralled with his frustration. You sighed a little louder, trying to announce your presence.

“Dammit!” he shouted, as the tower of stools tipped from under him and he fell of sideways. You caught him with ease. It took him a moment to untense and open his eyes. He smiled at you, surprised. “Oh.” he blushed. “Hi.”

You set him back down and grabbed the book he was reaching for. You handed it to him and smiled awkwardly. “Hi, glad I could be of help.”

You started to walk away, back to your books.

“Hey! Wait!” he shouted.

You stopped and turned around. “What?”

“I…um…I want more books.” he laughed. “And I can’t really reach them. Would you…mind?” he smiled widely. “Please. I would appreciate it so much!”

You shrugged and sat your books back down. “Sure.” you laughed. “What books?”

He didn’t just want a few books, he wanted about twenty books. Loaded up on classics, romances, and poetry. Particularly love poetry.

“Pablo Neruda, Shakespeare, Dickinson, Frost…hmm.” you laughed as you watched the clerk ring him up. It took the two of you to carry all the books to the front.

“Yeah,” he laughed, pulling a credit card from his wallet. “I like classic literature. Also, I’ve got a friend who is really into poetry too.”

“Oooh, who is she?” you teased.

He blushed and shook his head. “No, he is just a friend. His name is Alexander.” he watched the clerk for a moment then turned to you and held out his hand. “I never actually introduced myself, I’m John Laurens. You can call me whatever you like.” he smiled.

You shook his hand awkwardly. “(Y/N) (L/N), you can just call me (Y/N).” you laughed.

“Alright, (Y/N), thank you!” he shook your hand then put his credit card back in his wallet.

“Do you want a bag…or a box maybe?” the clerk laughed.

“My hands are just fine.” John smiled.

“Whatever dude.” the clerk rolled his eyes and wandered from the counter.

“ ‘My hand are just fine?’ “ you laughed, “Wow. What a response.”

“Trying to save the environment.” John smirked, scooping a few books into his arms and then stacking them precisely.

“If you’re trying to save the environment, you should probably stop buying books.” you held up his copy of Gone With the Wind, “This is probably a tree on its own.” you laughed. “You are a tree killer.”

“Guilty is charged,” he grinned, “that’s what I get for being an avid reader.”

You laughed. “Hey, John, how do you expect to carry these to your car?”

“I don’t.” he grinned. “Because I didn’t drive here.”

“Are. You. Serious.” you laughed.

“Unfortunately, yes. You’re not going to leave me to walk home with all these books, are you?” John guilt tripped you.

“Can’t you just get a box?”

“Well, I’m trying to save the environment from now on. So, no more cardboard, paper, or plastic.” he adjusted the books and started towards the door. “Ya coming?” he shouted, holding the door open with his foot.

You laughed and shook your head. “I had some books of my own too.”

“Don’t worry about it, I saw that you got the same books as me. We are trying to save the environment, so I figured I’d just buy them as a payback for you helping me.”

“I can’t do that.” you laughed. “They are yours.”

“Well, I guess you could come over and borrow them sometime.”

“John,” you laughed, “are you asking me on a date?”

“Maybe, or I’m extending an invitation to my super private and exclusive book club.”

“Wow, I’ve always dreamed of getting into such an exclusive club! I don’t think I can handle such an amazing opportunity.”

“Fine.” John laughed. “Just let me buy you a cup of coffee and we can call it good.”

“I never said no,” you grinned, “Is the offer still up for grabs?”

“Of course. Unlike most book clubs with bowls of fruit and plates of cookies, we make pancakes.”

“Sounds like a deal.”


You walked with John to his apartment. The book club invitation did not wait. John led you to his study, which was already piled high with unread books. There was a partner desk across from his. A man was bent over it. His hair was long and silky. He looked up, adjusting his glasses.

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t see you here. Who’d you bring home, Laurens?” the man laughed.

“You must be Alexander, the fellow poet.”

Alexander blushed and reached for your hand and kissed it. “I guess I am. What brings you to the humble abode of Laurens and Hamilton?”

“Pancakes and books.” you smiled.

“Aw, yes. Well, if excuse me…I need to get back to my…poetry.” he laughed.


You and John were back in the kitchen, making pancake batter. He had given you a red apron, while was now covered in flour.

“How do you turn this on?” you laughed.

“Like this.” John explicitly grabbed your hand, and moved it to the red button on the hand mixer. It became spinning and beating methodically against the bowl.

“Ahh!” you jumped back and John laughed. The mixer went rogue and exploded the bowl on you.

You fell back onto the kitchen floor, with pancake mix all over you.

John dropped down to you, concern on his face. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Fine.” you laughed.

John smiled, now that he could breathe easy. “Uhh…you’ve got something on your-” John chuckled. He reached his hand down to you and pulled you back up to your feet.

“What?” you touched your face, searching for the pancake splatter. “Where is it?”

“Let me get it.” John leaned forward, towards you You took a step towards him tentatively.

You continued to pat around your face, searching for the batter. John blushed and giggled. “Um, I can’t reach you.” he laughed.

You bent your knees, lowering yourself. John smiled and stood on his toes. His soft hands touched your nose. He brushed his finger over the bridge of your nose and brought his finger to his lips and licked it. “Hmm…that’s good.” he laughed. He planted his feet back on the floor.

“Really?” you laughed. You dipped your finger in the batter and splashed some on John’s nose. However, you didn’t think about your size compared to John, so the spray of batter covered his nose and flicked into his right eye, and dripped down to his lips.

He flinched when it hit his face, then he burst out laughing. You reached down and wiped it off his face with your finger, mimicking his action. You didn’t do it in one swift action. You wiped it off his nose, then his eye with a different finger, then you stared at his lips. You tentatively brought it to your lips and nodded, smiling.

“It is good.”

John smiled tentative and took a step towards you. You bent your knees slightly, watching over John’s shoulder to his feet, his toes raising to the floor. You moved slowly, the moment isolated in time. John focused his eyes, softly on you. You moved your hand under his neck, up to his chin. His hand moved up to your back, as far as he could reach, slightly leaning on the bar for a gain in height.

“Hey! I got all the copies from the library-” The two of you split apart. John fell off balance and fell to the floor. Instinctively, you jumped down and caught him, a foot from the floor.

Alex stood, with his glasses on the tip of his nose, three books dangling from his hands. One fell to the floor. “Uh…Hey, (Y/N), you should join our book club! It’s every Saturday night.”

“Oh.” you laughed nervously. “Great.” you glanced down at John, him in a dancing dip position. He smiled up and you and laughed.

“Yeah, sounds great Alex.” John laughed and smiled, gritting his teeth. “Hey, how about we start next week? That way you get back to your book or essays or uh poetry?”

“Yeah.” Alex nodded slowly, bending over to pick up the book and started backing out of the room. “Sounds great. Uh, see you next week, (Y/N)!”

“You too!” you shouted. “Bye, Alex!”

Alex gave a quick wave and smile to both of you and darted out of the room. Dropping and sliding onto the wooden floor, into the safety of his study.

“Well. Uh. Where were we?” John laughed.

“Salsa dancing?” you laughed.

John smiled. His hand slowly moving to your hand. “Maybe we should make that for next week. Mix it up a little bit. Maybe salsa pancakes?” he laughed.

“Maybe.” you giggled.

The silence and tension returned. The isolation resumed. John was slipping from your hands and the batter dripped over his lip. John closed his eyes, bracing for the kiss.

You kissed his cheek and pulled away, a smug smirk on your face. “There we go.” you grinned, wiping the rest of the batter off his face with your finger. You licked it satisfyingly.

“T-T-That’s all?” he laughed.

You shrugged and pulled John back up to his feet. “I guess you’ll have to wait till next week, at the next book club meeting.”

You grabbed your belongings, slipping your jacket on, maintaining your grin. John laughed and rubbed his arms. “Oh, yeah. Sure.” he laughed, glancing down at the floor.

You walked past him, out of the kitchen towards the door. He followed you, continuing awkward small talk, his cheeks growing a bright crimson. “Yeah. So, I guess salsa pancakes next week? Maybe a little salsa dancing?”

“Hey, um, what book are we reading next time?” you said, slipping on your shoes.

John shrugged exaggeratedly and laughing, leaning against the open doorway. “Beats me! I don’t know.”

“Okay, sounds great.” you laughed.

You stood in the middle of the doorway, John leaned in the middle. His arms hanging awkwardly at his sides.

You ran up the first step and pulled his towards you swiftly. You grabbed him by the shoulder, your grip softening. You kissed him once and quick, getting a reminiscence of the sweet pancake batter, realizing you hadn’t actually made the pancakes yet.

You pulled away, letting your hand linger for a moment in his. He stood there. Eyes wide and jaw dropped open. His cheeks glowed like rubies. You kissed him once more on the cheek and separated yourself from him. “Well, I’ll see you next week! Bye!”

You skipped off the steps, down the apartment steps.

John was stood there, in an amorous daze. He waved weakly back to you. “B-B-Byyee…!” he laughed, his shoulders loosening up for a moment. “Bye, (Y/N)!” he finally got the words out. He shouted after you. You glanced back, on the street, smiling up at him. He waved at you. His words softened until he spoke to himself and the empty space.

“I…I love you.”

armadil-lauren replied to your post: okay but I raise you THIS among the safehouse idea…

Jeremy counting out his change on the Starbucks counter because god damn it he may be struggling to pay rent but he’s going to buy his god damn frappe so he can stare at Ryan’s face while he makes it because Ryan is the only pure thing in his life right now. (And then later when Ryan’s been revealed as the vagabond: “oh no oh shit I thought Ryan was cute but oh damn him in the leather being all skilled in combat and whatnot is actually super sexy oh god help”)

fuuu this is so cute, lauren you’re killing me i love it

You Colour Me Blue  [Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens.]

A college au in which John is an art student with soft jumpers and pencils in his hair and Alex is a history major with too much to say and a penchant for quiet shy boys, and somehow manages to make John feel like he belongs.

Author: @galacticstylinson

Word Count: 6.5k

TW: Mentions of Anxiety and Panic Attacks.

AO3 Link


John had never viewed one particular place as home. Not the family home back in Charleston where he had spent the majority of his childhood. Not his stuffy High School bedroom in the European boarding school his father had shipped him off to for his ‘rebellious’ teenage years. Not even his current dorm room at Columbia University, New York, although he supposed it was the place he had felt most at home in his life.

No, for John home was a feeling. The feeling that manifested itself in him when he drew, painted, created. Home was the feeling of getting lost in a world that was entirely his own, full of loud, bright pinks and purples. Pastel blues and greens, warm reds, oranges, yellows. Home was a world of color so vastly different from the landscape of greys his childhood blurred into in his mind. A world void of his father’s critiques and expectations. A world where John was free, and happy, and home.

Spending his days in the whirlwind of rainbow that was being an art student gave John all of these things – and was a world away from the drab dreary court rooms his father had in mind, which was merely a bonus. 

Squinting against the harsh July sunlight, John glanced up at the building ahead of him, comparing it to the miniature Low Library taking form in his sketchbook, its towering white columns and authoritative, imposing aura muted by his soft diluted watercolors. Luminescent sun spots danced across the page where he swirled his brush in the jar on the step beside him, the clear water becoming tainted with smoke-like spirals of pale grey. He was about to dip his brush into his palette once more when a shadow obscured the light from his page. 

“Woah. Dude – you’re good! Like actually fricken’ good!”

Upon looking up to the source of the compliment, John found himself facing a stranger. But maybe stranger wasn’t the right word. Because those wide, excitable eyes seemed a familiar shade of deep mahogany brown, a color that made John feel safe, that he trusted – that gave him the feeling of finding something he didn’t even know he’d been missing. Intelligent eyes as bright as his smile and as warm as the honeyed hue of his skin. Kind eyes that John could revel in forever. His gaze moved away from those eyes, to the heavy bags beneath them and the delicate crinkles around them caused by the wide, warm grin on the man’s face. One look at this boy had John awestruck, falling fast; falling hard, with no signs of slowing.

The stranger continued to talk. 

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lams fic recs

im so amazed at how many?? good lams fic there are out there?? omg. so i figured i wanted to make a rec list bcs HOLY SHIT theres just too many. seriously to everyone who wrote these u r a sweet summer child lemme give u a kiss

(these r in no order)

1. ‘we fell into love, we fell into wonder ’ by reultan (they have a tumblr too, @jeffer-sin ;)))

this fic so cute!!! shit john has pastel hair?? and alex has cute ass hoop earings?? and lafayette wears eyeliner?? AAAA this one updated pretty recently too. theres a tiny bit of angst but mostly its just rly cute and I LIVE for th aesthetic. READ IT

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2. i will stay upon your shoreland by AozoraNoShita (i dont know if they have a tumblr…)

SELKIES. do i have to say anything else? this one actually made me cry it so good hooly. alex is a selkie and john steals his coat.

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3. On a Stranger’s Doorstep by Puzzlequeer (they have a tumblr too, @oncetherelivedaboy

THIS ONE WAS A ROLLER COASTER RIDE. its rly cute and also angsty at the same time?? how?? omg??

and there is trans alex, single dad john and frances !! i love that frances is a big part of this fic. i also rly like how the author writes alex and john as characters like..the dilaougue between them is just?? so natural?? idk how they do it

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4. Surprises by Puzzlequeer

this is the sequel to On a Stranger’s Doorstep. though beware, there is mpreg (but like, in a sensible way. alex is a pregnant trans man). this one is still updating actively and its also RLY GOOD. omg. lafayette is so good in this fic and frances is still a big part of the story !! (im a sucker for anything that invloves frances can u tell)

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5. frankly, it’s a tad exhilirating by colonellaurens
(idk if they have a tumblr)

this one seems to be a fan favorite, it’s pretty popular. AND FOR A GOOD REASON. its one of those fake dating tropes and i lov cliche tropes. also henry laurens is a dick. and im all about that.

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6. Something They Can Never Take Away by a_mind_at_work ( they have a tumble !! @undiscoveredstory and omg, theyre so nice?? holy shit??)

this one is also popular and its so nicely written?? they write anxiety and angst rly well?? wow im. honestly i read this one so fast bcs it was SO GOOD. its an adoption au and daddy washington is my fave washington

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7. build a city that dreams for two by lcafayctte

ITS A BALLERINA AU. holy smokes (im trying not to say shit anymore) um..its so GOOD. i know i say this for every single one of these but they ALL ARE. can u rly blame me? anyway i lov how persistant alex is and john. in ballerina tights. omg. READ IT

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8. cornerstone by rosenbergs

(as far as im concerned, they co-own a network blog for hamilton writers with @yrshamilton - ( its @linmnuel )and their personal is @lcfayatte)

okay im not gonna lie i cried. twice. when i read this and it contains just the right amount of angst but the way it ends is SO SATISFYING. (angelica would b satisfied honestly) brace urselves for pain folks but its all worth it. i, but a weak man who has witnessed this pain first-hand, promise u. its worth it. also lafayette is rly good in this. omg

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alright thats all bcs i dont wanna make a post that too long . but ill probs make a part 2 at some point bcs there is so much more honestly. i might make one with my fave authors?? maybe. or ill make one with just one shots. OH i have an idea. i know im a new blog but if u want me to make a specific rec list then pls come tell me !! i have too much free time

Adventures At The Zoo

Hamilsquad x reader

Author(s): Laddie

Words: 939

Warnings: fluff, mentions of animal cruelty

A/N: Sorry, that this past week we haven’t had many imagines up. It’s been the end of term at our school and that means big test is almost every class. Hopefully we’ll be able to get back to posting everyday though! 

“We should see the lions first!” John exclaimed, running through the gate.

“No, let’s see the bears!” Hercules chased after him.

“I want to see the giraffes, though.” Lafayette whined.

“Nah, I say let’s go see zebras first.” Alex shrugged.





“How about we see the elephants first?” You interrupted their arguing.

“Elephants? Really?” Alex looked at you with disbelief.

“You have a problem with elephants?” You asked, taking a defensive stance.

“But….giraffes!” Laf pouted, pointing in the direction they were placed.

“We’ll get to the giraffes eventually, Laf. The elephants are actually on the way to the giraffes.” You smiled.

“To the elephants!” Laf declared, beginning to walk away from the group.

“You heard, Laf.” You smirked at the others, hearing them groan behind you.

“But, (Y/N), the lions are cool and roar. Elephants just have big ears and stomp around.” John complained, walking besides you.

“Elephants are actually self aware and one of the smartest animals on the earth today.” You said.

You reached the elephant exhibit and the smile from your face slowly faded. The zoo you were at didn’t have a lot of funds. This was made obvious to you, when you saw the habitat these animals were forced to live in. You became sad, staring at one of your favorite animals being locked in a place that was obviously not made for it.

“You good, (Y/N)?” Hercules looked at you with worry.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You attempted to give him a smile.

“You know, this is kind of a small place for such a big animal to live.” Alexander grimaced at the small enclosed space.

“Yeah,” You looked down. “we should start heading over to the next animal.” You turned around, walking away from the sad animal.

“But we just got to elephants!” Laf grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“We have lots of other animals to see though. Let’s start heading to the giraffes.” You pulled yourself out of Laf’s grip, walking away from the boys.

“I thought she wanted to see the elephants.” John said.

“It probably made her sad. This zoo doesn’t have much money to spend on its habitat.” Alex glared at the exhibit.

“Then let’s free the elephants!” John cheered.

“John, you are not freeing the elephants. That’s stupid.” Hercules rolled his eyes.

“We should catch up with, (Y/N).” Laf urged the boys to start walking with him.

“You guys meet up with, (Y/N). I’m going to go do something really quick.” Alex said, walking the opposite direction of the others.

“What do you think he’s going to do?” Hercules glanced over his shoulder at Alex’s fading figure.

“Hopefully, nothing too stupid.” John sighed, picking up his pace to get to (Y/N) faster.

The boys ran up to you, as you stood next to the giraffe exhibit. Laf pulled you closer to the cage, staring in awe at the long necked animals. You giggled, watching Laf pull the other boys to stare at them too. It wasn’t too long until you noticed Alex was missing.

“Where’s Alex?” You asked.

“Not sure, but hopefully he’ll be back soon.” John shrugged, not taking his eyes off of the giraffes.

“You’re not sure? Oh god…” You sighed, putting your hands over your face.

“He said he needed to do something really quick. He probably is just using the restroom or something.” Hercules reassured you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Let’s just enjoy the animals until he get’s back.” Laf smiled at you, pulling you away from the giraffes.

The four of you continued to go from exhibit to exhibit. It was one of the most fun trips you have ever had to the zoo. By the end you were impressed by how the boys had caused barely any trouble. Except when John tried to climb in the cage with the lion, but you decided to overlook that small fact. You were just glad that he didn’t successfully get in the cage.

You and the boys walked towards the entrance, the zoo was now closing. Alex had never met up with you and he had never responded to your texts. The boys had told you he was probably fine. They thought that Washington had called him in last minute with a work problem. But Alex would almost always tell you when things like that happened.

“(Y/N)!” You heard someone pant behind you.

You turned around and Alex was standing there, trying to catch his breath. “Where have you been?”

“Sorry, I thought it would go faster. I was working on the elephant fund.” A smile lit up Alex’s face.

“Elephant fund?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“Yeah, the fund that goes towards the elephants. I showed them that their space for the elephants were inhuman and that they could get sued for that. After that, I was able to get a few people to donate to the fund for the expansion of the habitat!” Alex held out his arms for a hug and you raced to do so.

“Alex! Thank you! You have no idea how happy this makes me.” You hugged him tightly.

“Glad to be of service.” Alex grinned proudly at the other boys.

“And I got you an elephant plushie!” John exclaimed, throwing a small elephant at you.

“It’s so cute!” You squealed. “Hugs?”

The boys pulled you in for a tight group hug, before heading back to the car. They promised you that you would all come back when the elephant habitat was finished. You smiled leaning against Laf’s shoulder in the backseat as you drove home.