#hamiltion move over

[dcbutinamrev]

IT’S ME AGAIN WITH ANOTHER REQUEST HELLO

fluffy valley forge lams cuddles in the cold 👉👈

HI HI!!! OF COURSE!

(The bed part was slightly inspired by Duty and Inclination)

Ask and you shall recieve!

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Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton shivers as he enters the shared room he shares with his beloved Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens. His teeth chatter as he wraps his thin arms around himself as he climbed up the stairs towards their room. He rubs his biceps up and down as though that would keep him warm from the cold.

Hamilton sighs as he runs a hand through his auburn curls, closing his eyes for a moment before he enters, breathing slowly in and out through his nose in hopes it would help release the stress he has been feeling all day with the amount of letters to translate and orders to command and obey and not to mention having a bed post to carry up the stairs for Lady Washington, the General's wife who will be staying with them for a time in Valley Forge.

Hamilton opens his eyes and grips the door knob, twisting it to the left and pushing the door open. Hamilton freezes in place when he sees his darling Laurens before him, hunched over at the desk in the room, his chin rested on top of his folded hands as he gazes out the window, the snow trickling down into little flurries therefore blanketing Valley Forge in a coat of white.

Hamilton frowns, suddenly hesitant at Laurens's stiff yet hunched posture as he slowly closes the door behind him. He waits a few moments after the door clicks shut softly, waiting to see if that'll startle Laurens out of his intense stare. Hamilton could see him faintly in the reflection of the window's glass pane. Laurens's sky-blue eyes are narrowed and a small, tight scowl forms on his lips, his honey-blonde hair still pulled back into its usual tight braid secured by the typical dark blue ribbon. His lips are pressed together and there's a bandage around his palm from where he accidentally smatched it against the bed post as himself, Tilghman, Harrison and Fitzgerald were carrying it up the wooden stairs.

Hamilton frowns deeper, furrowing his brows as he tries to decipher what has him unsettled and tense. After a few moments of complete silence, Hamilton finally forces his stiff legs to move, inch by inch, taking his time as he approaches Laurens. He frowns again as he appears closer towards him, glancing over his letter at the desk and noticing a lone candle sits at the edge, the flame flickering slightly.

Hamilton sighs as he rests his chin on Laurens's shoulder, looping his arms around his neck from where he stands. Hamilton grins a little when he sees the corners of his lips quirk up. Laurens hums as he closes his eyes, gripping Hamilton's wrist, stroking his wrist with his thumb. Hamilton sighs again, soft and lightly, as he presses a light kiss to the corner of Laurens's lip.

"What's wrong, my love?" Hamilton asks, standing upstraight to comb a few strands of blonde hair out of those beautiful blue eyes which makes Hamilton fall in love with him over and over again.

"Nothing, my dear boy," Laurens finally says, a sigh escaping him.

Laurens glances up at Hamilton over his shoulder and flashes him a reassuring smile. He stands up as Hamilton steps back a bit. Laurens swallows before leaning down to press a slow, quick kiss to Hamilton's lips. Hamilton grunts, unexpecting this, before cupping both of Laurens's cheeks, nearly squishing them together. Laurens grins as Hamilton giggles into their kiss, pressing his lips harder against his.

Laurens suddenly grabs Hamilton by the legs, locking them around his waist. Hamilton squeals with sudden surprise, one hand on Laurens's cheek while the other on his shoulder to stable himself. Hamilton gasps, his eyes blown wide as he's suddenly flipped onto their bed. Hamilton giggles as quietly as he can, as to not wake the others or to disturb them should they be awake at this ungodly hour of the night. The bed creaks and jostles when Hamilton makes imapct, his wavy curls bouncing slightly.

Laurens growls, a grin on his face as he slowly saunters up towards Hamilton, wiggling his fingers with a twinkle in his eyes. Hamilton squeals, knowing exactly Laurens's scheme, and tries to scoot himslef up agaisnt the wall behind him, using the bedsheets and pillows to shield him.

Laurens crawls onto the bed, laughing as Hamilton squawks, laughter bubbling from his chest as he whacks Laurens with the feathered pillow, a few feathers coming out. Laurens blinks out of his daze and sits himself on Hamilton's legs, pinning him in place. Hamilton makes out a peep as he scrambles back as best he can, whacking the pillows over and over again against Laurens's face.

Laurens doesn't seem affected. He grins evilly as he grabs Hamilton's wrist, holding it in place. Hamilton smirks as Laurens slowly dips down to press his lips onto Hamilton's. Hamilton groans, releasing the pillow in his hand and cupping both of Laurens's cheeks again, pulling him down until his head hits the bottom of the wall.

"Well...someone's a little...desperate tonight..." Hamilton teases, a grin on his face as he drums his fingers up against Laurens's bicep up to his jawline.

Laurens groans as he closes his eyes when he feels Hamilton's hand on his brow. Laurens puffs out a breath as he flops down beside Hamilton. He whimpers as he nestles his face into the crook of Hamilton's shoulder, pressing a light kiss or two here and there. Hamilton giggles as he combs his fingers through Laurens's tangled blonde locks, rubbing his back soothingly.

"What's the matter, my dear?" Hamilton asks with a soft chuckle.

"Don't get me started," Laurens mumbles, wrapping his arms around Hamilton's neck while his face remains buried into the crook of his shoulder, his eyes squeezed shut.

Hamilton raises an eyebrow. "Today wasn't one of those days wasn't it?"

"The bed worst of all," Laurens growls.

Hamilton smirks teasingly as he presses his lips to Laurens's forehead.

"I did however, enjoy the view," Hamilton says.

Laurens snaps his head up suddenly. "Now's not the time, Alexander."

Hamilton just simply giggles as he leans down to kiss Laurens's lips once.

"Sleep, my darling," Hamilton whispers, his teeth grazing over Laurens's. "You shall feel well after you are rested."

"You rest too, Alexander," Laurens says. "I don't want you overworking yourself and therefore becoming ill. Again."

Hamilton rolls his eyes. "Jack, calm. I have no fever. That is the past."

"But--" Laurens protests as he sits himself up, his arm aroudn Hamilton's shoulders as it's now Hamilton's turn to rest his head upon Laurens's shoulder, the pillows cushioning them from behind.

"Hush now, my dear," Hamilton snaps. "Sleep."

"But, Alexander, your fever could return and when you were in Albany and had gotten severely ill...when the letter stated that you could die--"

Hamilton presses his lips suddenly to Laurens's in hopes to quiet him of his ramblings. Laurens stiffens, startled and unexpected of this action but melts into the kiss nonetheless. Hamilton pulls back, pressing his forehead against Laurens's and kisses him once again.

"Shh," Hamilton whispers. "I am here. I am here, Jack."

"My apologies...Alex...I merely worry--"

Hamilton sighs as he settles back down beside Laurens. Laurens sinking into the pillow as well, their legs entagled with the bedsheets layered on top of them. Laurens smiles down at Hamilton after a few minutes of just being held in each other's presence. Laurens scoffs out a laugh as he shakes his head at the sleeping lion beneath him, pressing a kiss to Hamilton's forehead and then his lips and then on top of his russet curls before closing his eyes himself.

Twenty minutes have passed since Laurens and Hamilton have fallen asleep and now the Marquis de Lafayette is now climbing up the stairs himself to his own seperate bedroom to call it a night. He lets out a deep yawn, trying to stifle it with the back of his hand as he rounds the top of the stair, grunting as he slides of his dark blue--darker than the other Continentals shade of blue--of his arms and draps it over his arm.

He pauses by the Hamilton's and Laurens's door, hesitating. But after a few mintues have past, Lafayette finally gathers his courage and twists the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open. He winces when it creaks and remains still as his eyes travel to find Hamilton and Laurens curled up beside each other on the bed, their arms around the other and legs tangled with the other, Laurens's cheek on top of Hamilton's russet curls and Hamilton's head is tucked underneath Laurens's chin. Both appear to be asleep. In their uniforms.

Lafayette puffs out a breath as he stares at the two fondly, muttering, "Oh, mes amies," before cautiously stepping out of the room.

Lafayette glances over his shoulder once more before closing the door behind him. He turns once he closes the door and retreats to his own bedroom.

A small smile on his face.

[brockachu]

👀 idk if you would rec said fics on main, cool if you don't want to. But would love to hear about them! - 💖

okie dokie, i got 2 asks about the 2 fics i'd read recently that had really impacted me & helped me with some emotional processing (sorry for the delay, took a bit for my brain to not be scared of the inbox) so please see below the cut

so, a warning first that i'm going to explain why these fic were so impactful to me, which will also delve into me loosely explaining some of my personal mental health issues & hang-ups. there shouldn't be anything trigger, but this is going to be Very personal. if that's uncomfortable, which i get, b/c y'all don't always need to know everything 'about the blogger', i'd suggest skimming for the links & bolded parts. also, these are spoiler free descriptions of the stories/themes.

the first fic is peace will come (no other homeland but you). it's r graves/d hamiltion, rated E, 60k. when it came out was about when my mental health started really going wild (i hit a small manic episode, which resulted in me over-consuming a lot of media + going on that insane run where i made a fancam almost every day for like 3 weeks + really got over-invested/involved in social media). it took me about 2 weeks to read, with my attention span + the fact i never really read one long fic (anything over 10k) at a time b/c i jump between fic or watching things or reading outside of fic (mainly news & op-eds, which i'm now cutting back on for my own mental health tbh; trying to get back into novels or poetry, if anyone has recs). this fic deals a lot with grief, mainly from the perspective of a character supporting someone in grief, but also touches on handling indirect/negligent trauma & learning how to care for yourself by way of allowing others to care for you. but more than the direct things intended in the plot & character development, i think what hit me with this one is the way affection is treated. affection in this story is communication, rather than a prize or a balm or a consequence. affection is treated as a fact and something that happens just because, not as a result or a drive for anything. in counterpoint to the themes of grief and trauma, i found the presence of affection really soothing but also just deeply emotionally impactful. i didn't have an affectionate upbringing & i was also bullied for significant amounts of my childhood (a lot of this ties to my ethnic & racial background, as a viet american child of refugees; i mention this only bc i know it comes up with fleeting regularity on my blog) -- in many ways, i relate a lot to ryan in this story. but also, grief has been something i've carried through a lot of my life (being the child of refugees means death has always been the unspoken companion to all my family's stories; deaths have been marking points in my life from birth and i mean that literally. i can't explain the context of my birth without several deaths being explained too). this story didn't have a lot of specifics that correlated with me, unlike my second rec, but this fic really gets to emotions in a way that i could feel and that i really needed to feel. in case it isn't obvious, i'm very much in the camp of 'sob it out' and 'let this express your feelings for you'. so, if you want a nice slow but steady story that will really let you drag out some feelings about grief & negligence & affection, i'd recommend this one a lot. also because, ultimately, the love in this story is so gentle and beautiful and touching. (side note: i read this Long before i realized i have a mini-crush on actual dougie + i have a strong sense of separation between fic-persona & hockey-persona, which i also have compartmentalized realizing that neither have Anything to do with the real ppl that players are. i get that doesn't make sense or work for everyone, but i thought it would be worth noting.)

and the second fic is: Who Are We to Blame Ourselves for Moving On (To Become Someone). it's currently incomplete, but marked for one more chapter until completion; j eichel/c mcdavid, rated E, 145k. i started reading this one maybe a couple days after i had finished peace will come, which was me inadvertently choosing to roundhouse kick myself with emotional processing in the face for like a solid month. while it's over twice as long as peace will come, it took me roughly the same amount of time, give a couple days, to finish to where it is now. at the time i started it was when my seasonal depression flipped into a downswing and i started pulling back on 'productivity' w/ making things (fancams, edits, sewing projects, baking, cooking, etc). i'm guessing that my reading pace was a little faster because i couldn't get my brain to do anything else anyway. but also, it just hooked me. from the outside, this fic is a pretty standard fake dating premise that just seems kinda goofy and fun. and i love a fake dating fic. and i lowkey really love the mceichel narrative (surprise surprise the bleed through from my actual unfortunate affection for jack ultimate bitch eichel). this one surprises you, or at least it surprised me. it deals explicitly with coming out and the ways it's a process and continuous and never the same, even experiencing as one person, much less sharing it with someone else; tho it's not about mceichel coming out to the public. it's about coming out on a very personal level, which is really, really relateable. but in handling the extremely nebulous landmine topic of coming out, it also weaves in & juggles themes of personal identity (how can an identity be freeing, how can it be heavy, how do you end up trapping yourself in it, how do you let yourself out) and having a sense of responsibility much larger than yourself. so the thing about me is that i grew up as 'the perfect eldest daughter/child' -- i am the most fluent in viet out of all my siblings, ergo my job has always been to be communicator & interpreter between my parents & my siblings. (it's not that my parents don't/can't speak english. it's that they aren't confident in it and code switch constantly. also even when they are speaking only english, they still have always asked me to carry the message on to my siblings in a palatable/understanding manner. and because i've done it my whole life, before i even realized that was what i was doing, i never learned to say no. so my parents have never learned to communicate effectively with my siblings & my siblings have never learned how to communicate effectively with my parents.) i make sure that everyone knows 'what's going on', whether that's event planning or news or anything else. i was also a 'gifted kid' -- made straight a's all through grade school, went to a prep high school with full scholarship, first kid on both maternal & paternal sides to go to a 4-year private university out of state also with scholarship, was wait-listed for duke & accepted to notre dame (i went to another school that some old followers will know but that i no longer mention for privacy, esp on my hockey blog b/c that relates to how i'm like 1-2 degrees separated from the nhl), won writing prizes, etc etc. if any of y'all have watched the disney film encanto, up until age 20 i was basically isabela -- i was Perfect, i was Everything my parents/grandparents/aunts/uncles/peers/teachers/advisors/bosses/Everyone wanted me to be. and i hated myself, deeply (sometimes, i still do, but i'm aware of it and working on it, always). and eventually i hit such extreme burnout that one of my academic advisors basically had to force me to go on medical leave. y'all may wonder why i went on this tangent about myself -- it's because this fic Hit Me in Every Single One of These Little Spots. the way it hits these beats are not the same as my experiences, but the similarity is there in a way that made it impossible for me not to take multiple sob breaks while reading, especially in the second chapter (ie the more eichs-centric chapter).

like, look, i would almost never recommend an unfinished fic. i also would never bookmark an unfinished fic. except, for this one i am recommending it and for this one i have already bookmarked it. and even if it Never gets completed, i imagine i'll re-read it at least a couple times a year, because it has let me feel a lot of things that i thought i had long come to terms with or at least could pack away, but that i apparently still need re-processing from time to time. also, finishing it got me to kickstart making some tough decisions in my life. idk if i'll ever go into detail about that on here, but that's an aside. so, if you are ready to kick your own repression's ass and okay with maybe ugly crying about it multiple times, i really recommend who are we to blame ourselves for moving on.

okay, so that's my long rambling done. if y'all ever wanna ask more about fic, i'm actually cool with getting asks or even dm's, but i'm not super active the community. who knows, tho, i could end up being semi-involved again. i actually did used to write somewhat regularly. my ao3 is here (all my bookmarks are private ftr, just b/c i prefer it that way).

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Alexander Hamilton / John Laurens fanfiction recs

Worthy of Poetry by ashilrak (AO3, 2470, G, Reincarnation au, Eliza pov)

"Elizabeth didn’t know if she was ever going to see him again, but this time around her parents had taken to calling her Eliza, so part of her held hope.

That hope was such a dangerous thing. It would grow and blossom in her soul, popping up whenever she saw a certain walk or heard a familiar laugh, and then it would fall and she would feel such sadness. Eliza didn’t know if it was worth it, but she clung on."

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers by ashilrak (Ao3, 5885, T, soulmate AU, canon era, side Maria Reynolds/Elizabeth Schuyler)

"He went home, and enlisted in the continental army. His skills with french and his education put him in the prime position as an aide-de-camp under General Washington himself. John was grateful. He might have been itching for a fight, but he knew that it wasn’t yet his time. He was planning on staying on this green earth until he had tasted his soulmate’s lips at least once.

Wings were a point of pride and vanity for most people, and yet Washington made it a point to have his men bind their wings while at work. He said it prevented distractions, potential embarrassments, and connections being exploited by spies. It bothered John to have his wings strapped to his back under his coat day after day, but war wasn’t meant to be comfortable.

He was very grateful for that particular instruction when he was introduced to his newest fellow aide: Alexander Hamilton."

Time Passes, The War Continues by ashilrak (Ao3, 1108, G,  soulmate AU, angst, canon era)

"It wasn’t the done thing to keep your arms bared in public, but Alexander did it without shame.

It broke John’s heart."

Sons Of Libertea  - fihli (Ao3, 176770, T, Coffee shop AU, “basically follows the musical's plot but with more coffee less death and a cat named georges”)

A kid from the West Indies moves to New York City to study law. A pre-law student becomes a barista to pay the bills. A barista fights for his friends, makes his own family, falls in love a little, and gets in way over his head.

And there's a million drinks he hasn't made, but just you wait.

BONUS

Gay Trio ( Alexander Hamiltion x John Laurens x Lafayette)

You've Won Me Over, In No Time At All  by  one_golden_sun (AO3, 65,335 E, Modern AU, angst with a happy ending, pinning, getting together, 18 part series)

John meets Alex.

John falls for Alex.

John meets Alex's boyfriend, Laf.

John is confused.

Or, The One Where John, Alex and Lafayette All Get Together.

[3am-sleep-deprived-thoughts]

Itight just be me but doesn't anyone practically break out into song because it's been stuck in your head the whole day. Like I started singing what did I miss in front of my family and now their looking at me weirdly. Is this the real life, or is this just fantasy. Am I right?????????

[septembercfawkes]

Writing Extreme Characteristics

✍️ It can be really tricky to pull off writing characters with extreme traits 🙊 but never fear--here is how (and how not) to do that 💃 

A couple of weeks ago, Jurassic World was on t.v., and I watched the starting of it. Now, I like that movie, but from a writing perspective, there are a few things about it that, for me, make it feel like it was written by an intermediate writer rather than a professional, Hollywood screenwriter. One of those things is Claire's characterization. Within the first few minutes, the film shows us (basically back-to-back) multiple instances that illustrate how distant and cold Claire is to other living things. Dinosaurs, people she works with, family members, one-time love interests. She doesn't even understand why it's a problem the I. Rex has no socialization.

Claire isn't just kind of distant and cold.

She's really distant and cold.

Those attributes of her are extreme.

Most human beings aren't that extreme. Sometimes when I'm writing, I have to remind myself that very rarely is someone 100% anything. Instead, it's more like human beings have boundaries. It's the villain who is killing people left and right, but then opens a can of cat food for a stray feline. It's the hero who swears he'll never kill anyone, but when he can't find a way out and wants to protect other innocents, he pulls the trigger. The other day I was researching how Thomas Jefferson owned one of the largest plantations and yet spoke out against slavery.

When you boil behaviors down like these, it feels quite hypocritical or at least contradictory, but that's because we've cut out the thought processes and details and complexities. The realities are that all of us have characteristics that have conditions or boundaries. As I've said before, smashing contrasts in characters, and then exploring those is how we create complexity. Political opinions aside, let's look at Thomas Jefferson as an example, a real human being. Jefferson spoke out against and fought slavery, but he also had a tremendous amount of debt, and didn't think it was helpful to simply release slaves with no place to go or no means of employment. The more you dig into his relationship with slavery the more you can follow his perspective, whether or not you agree (again, just using him as an example of a real human being like this).

But once in a while you run into characters who are walking extremes. And they can be very difficult to write, simply because of what I've just talked about. If they don't have boundaries and conditions, and they are extreme, they often don't feel complex. They may feel unreal or flat.

Claire has a character arc, and yet, when I watch her on screen, she still feels rather flat to me. Part of this is because she's so extreme. The other part is that the filmmakers made the mistake of illustrating the same extreme characteristic back-to-back-to-back, moment after moment, scene after scene. It almost feels as if distance and coldness are the only characteristics Claire has.

I've said this a lot lately: hitting the same thing over and over in a story doesn't make it stronger to the audience, it makes it weaker.

Because Claire is so distant and cold, we really only needed one or two (and definitely no more than three) moments that showed us that in the beginning, not 100. We get it.

Something like that might work in an "unreality" story, like a Dr. Seuss book or  Lemony Snicket, where seeing it back-to-back is sorta of tongue-in-cheek or comical or serves a higher purpose in and of itself, beyond the character.

So how do you make an extreme character work?

If you have an extreme character, it's almost always important (as it is with any character) to give them multiple dominating qualities.

(Sorry, not sorry, but I recently saw Hamilton and loved it, so I'll probably be referring to it in some of my posts.)

Hamilton is extreme as well. In fact, I heard his thematic line ("I'm not throwing away my shot!") so many times that I was sick of it before I even gave the musical a chance (now that I'm familiar with the story, it doesn't bother me). It's an important line and characteristic because it relates directly to the theme and his character arc. And he's extreme. Hamilton never says no to an opportunity to move ahead and doesn't consider opportunities and lifestyles that he views as stagnant--he's determined not to throw away his shot, regardless of what others--Burr or Eliza or Angelica or George Washington--say or imply to him.

It's extreme. Like Claire, when we meet him, he's in it 100%.

But it's not his only dominating attribute that we are introduced to.

We get plenty of others. He's "obnoxious, arrogant, loud," a powerful writer, ambitious to the point of being a workaholic, and popular with the ladies ;)

We now have several characteristics to hit and play with through the story, rather than his most extreme.

If you have a main character that has an extreme attribute, it's highly likely it's going to come into play in the character arc (aka how the character grows). If the extreme attribute doesn't relate primarily to the arc, it will probably be secondary to it.

It's hard to have a dominating extreme characteristic through the whole novel without an arc, because it's difficult to sustain. It becomes stagnant. It's not changing or contrasting and it draws so much attention. It's hitting the same thing. As Brandon Sanderson says, what's interesting about Superman is not his extreme, larger-than-life abilities, it's his limitations--it's when his superpowers are undone by kryptonite.

What's interesting about Hermione is when she actually breaks rules, not adheres to them. If she went through the entire series without ever breaking any, it'd be annoying because there is no change.

In Hamilton, it's Hamiltion's own extreme characteristic that brings his undoing. When he's writing the Reynolds Pamphlet, what does the song say? "Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it"--and it gets louder the closer he is to completing the pamphlet. But does he wait for it? No. Because he's extreme, he's at 100%. Not even his own family gets considered before he publishes the thing. But the result and what happens after forces him to change, forces him into a character arc--because it ruins both his public and personal life.

At one point, even when Hamilton is trying to say no to something, literally praying to God to help him to say no something, he still fails--"I do not say no!"

The only way to get him to change is to force him by having him wreck havoc upon himself. The story wouldn't be half as interesting or half as meaningful if he'd stayed at 100% the entire time.

Worth noting, too, is that he's foiled nicely by Burr, who is extreme in the opposite direction. He never takes risks; he never stands for what he truly believes. He waits around and only gets involved when it's safe. But with that attitude, he's not excelling at the rate Hamilton is. But again, Burr doesn't stay the same. He has his own arc. In fact, as foils, Burr and Hamilton intersect and end up on different sides. Hamilton throws away his shot, and Burr takes his too quickly.

Setting up foils like this also helps round out extremes, and again, having contrasts gives the story complexity, because it allows us to explore the differences in the opposing ends. That's what gives us depth. (I've heard people argue that Shakespeare was amazing because he used foils so well.)

Whatever extreme characteristic you are dealing with, it almost always needs some kind of motion. Luckily, Claire does get an arc, but it would have been richer and more powerful if it included other characteristics.

For Hamilton, all his other dominating characteristics feed into the arc of his most extreme:

Because he's such a non-stop workaholic, he refuses to go on vacation, worried he'll lose his job . . . but ultimately ends up losing his whole political career by staying behind.

Because he likes ladies, is good with ladies, and has a reputation for it . . . he makes a great target for a setup with one. And he's more likely to give in, when in a state of weakness and loneliness (from staying behind).

Because he's a loudmouth and always speaks his mind he's sure (maybe to the point of being arrogant) that being honest in the Reynolds Pamphlet will save him from political problems.

Because he's a fantastic writer, he thinks the answer is writing his way to safety.

These don't all have to be direct, but notice how his other qualities fed into what happens.

I was watching Lucy the other day, and I felt bad for Scarlett Johansson, because the character she plays is extreme and has hardly any other dominating characteristics and little motion on the personal level. Time and again it's just Lucy getting smarter and more powerful with little emotional development. Boring. And one of the reasons the movie was a flop.

BBC's Sherlock Holmes, on the other hand, is another great example of a character with extreme qualities, in fact, several extreme qualities--and they are in motion. Sure, even those that aren't at first glance, like his great deductions, still have moments of limitation and at one point work, like Hamilton, to bring havoc upon himself because Sherlock wants things to be more complicated than they are.

Even if the qualities are universally considered good, they probably need to be in some kind of motion. For example, it's good that Hermione isn't a rule-breaker. But as the series goes on, she becomes more of one, and that's interesting.

However, if you are working with a dominate character that is extreme and yet doesn't change, you have to make up for it by ramping up the costs. For universally good qualities, you do this by following the motto "No good deed goes unpunished"--the cost of adhering to that extreme needs to be huge, but worthwhile. Choosing to be 100% something--it takes a lot. In Les Mis, if Fantine made a decent salary, it'd be easy to send that money to Cosette, and that's a good thing to do. But she doesn't have a decent salary; she has to sell her hair, teeth, and body in order to do a good thing--"No good deed goes unpunished." (Note that while Fantine isn't an "extreme" character, it illustrates my point.)

Here is another one. It's a good idea to rescue people. But what if pushing a child out of the way of a car meant that a renowned doctor would have to live the rest of his life paralyzed? That's a big sacrifice, not only for the doctor doing the rescuing, but for the community he's helping. The cost and sacrifice to be 100% anything is a lot. Life isn't clear-cut. It's messy and complicated.

So when working with extreme characteristics, here are some things to consider:

1. Give them additional dominating qualities (bonus points if they can play into the arc of the extreme in some way)

2. In the opening, don't illustrate the same extreme quality in ten different situations. Trust that the audience will get it with one or two good instances then move on with the story. Remember that hitting the same thing over and over makes it dull and annoying, not stronger and more interesting.

3. The more extreme and dominating the quality, the more likely it needs to be part of the character arc.

4. In any case, put it in some kind of motion or at least explore limitations or how it can be used against them.

5. Set up a foil to help create more depth and complexity in the story.

6. Look at the cost and sacrifice it takes to maintain an extreme and maybe the havoc and pain it brings upon the individual adhering it and those around him or her.

[preyed-llama]

Pardon me. Are you Aaron Burr, sir?

Summary: Roman needed to learn a song for the musical, but he highly doubted he learned anything when the attractive worker with nothing better to do ran his lines with him. It��s sort of a song fic, but not quite, either way. Aaron Burr, sir, from Hamiltion: the musical is a key part of the story. 

Ship: Logince 

Genre: Fluff. 

Warnings: none

Roman sighed as he read over the song one last time. The fast food place was semoty except for a worker about his age who was reading a textbook. He glanced at his phone to see the large glaring ‘12:57′. He stared at his phone for several moments before it faded to the black screen. 

He let out a groan as the man walked over and sunk into the chair opposite him with a coffee. He slid it across the table, startling Roman from his thoughts. “Salutations, you’ve been staring at that for quite some time, need some help?” 

Roman looked up and nodded slowly. He handed the script over and watched as the man’s gaze moved down the page. He nodded and handed the script back. “1776, New York City.” He all but chanted. 

The actor tensed and looked down at his script, the yellow highlight was glaring at him. “Pardon me. Are you Aaron Burr, sir?” Roman asked as he glanced up at the other man and offered the script. The man, who’s name tag read Logan, shook his head. 

“That depends. Who’s asking?” Logan asked as he leaned on his hand. His fingers brushed against the frame of his glasses as he waited for Roman. Who let out a shaky laugh and looked over the script again. 

“Oh, well, sure, sir. I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir.” Roman rushed through the lines as he felt the man’s gaze burn into his skin. He looked up to see the man staring at him with a half-amused, half-bored expression. “I have been looking for you.”  

“I’m getting nervous.” Oh god, no ones voice should sound so good. He blushed as he gazed at the other man. Logan’s attention was on the coffee in front of him as Roman tried to stop the blush that sunk down his neck. 

“Sir...” Roman breathed out as he gazed at the other man. “I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him. It’s a blur, sir. He handles the financials?” Roman sing-songed as he glanced down at his script.

Logan gazed at him with an amused look. “You punched the bursar.”

“Yes!” Roman said quickly. He ducked behind his script and felt nervousness bubble inside of him, which was weird, since he was only nervous when it came to tests and people he had feelings for. “I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid, I’m not stupid.” He locked eyes with the other man and frowned, the deep blue oceans were why he was nervous. The man in front of him was unfairly hot and either a genius or interested in musicals. 

The man coughed and pointed to the script. Roman’s thoughts pulled to a stop as he looked down and let out a shaky, nervous laugh. “So how’d you do it? How’d  you graduate so fast?” Roman finished the line and hid the blush behind the script. 

“It was my parents’ dying wish before they passed.” Logan said sadly. He took a sip of his coffee as he waited for Roman to continue. 

Roman exhaled and quickly tried to clear his thoughts of the man in front of him with the deep blue eyes and dark chestnut locks and Roman was almost certain that the man had freckles like constellations. 

Roman caught himself before it became to embarrassing and excitedly said his line. “You’re an orphan. Of course! I’m an orphan! God, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for...”

“Can I buy you a drink?” Logan asked. Roman jumped and was about to respond with the flirtiest ‘yes’ he could muster when his eyes landed on the script in front of him. ‘Can I buy you a drink?’ stared up at him mockingly as Roman deflated slightly. 

“That would be nice.” He muttered awkwardly. 

Logan seemed to have missed the problem because he stated his line like nothing had happened. “While we’re talking, let me offer you some free advice. Talk less.”

“What?” Roman breathed out as he tried to forget about what just happened. 

“Smile more.” Logan sighed as a large smile bloomed on his fast. Roman blushed brightly as his heart skipped a beat. He forced out the laugh. “Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”

Roman looked down and hid behind his hair as he read the script in front of him. “You can’t be serious.” He muttered as he played with the corner of the page.

“You wanna get ahead?” 

“Yes.”

“Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.” Logan stated threateningly as he ran his thumb over the cup. Roman felt a shiver run down his spine as he tried to work out who would take what. 

Logan beat him to the chase when he quickly started to state Lauren’s lines. “Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it? SHOW TIME.” Roman looked up and smiled as Logan quickly juggled all four men’s lines. 

“Like I said.” He muttered in his ‘Burr’ voice. It was smooth and dangerous, charming but it so quickly became threatening.

He cleared his throat and smiled. Energy radiated off him as he gazed as Roman. “Show time! Show time! Yo! I’m John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints o’ Sam Adams, but I’m working on three, uh! Those redcoats don’t want it with me! Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free!” Roman stared with a slack jaw at the man’s rapping. Laurens sounded so different from Burr, more childish and happy. 

Logan was moving onto Lafayette as Roman struggled out of his shocked state. “Oui oui, mon ami, je m’appelle Lafayette! The Lancelot of he revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say ‘Bonsoir!’ Tell the King ‘Casse toi!’ Who’s the best? C’est moi!” 

Cause of death. The most attractive man Roman ever knew, rapping a musical, with a french accent and saying some french words. Roman was sure he was in heaven. Logan’s Lafayette was powerful and flirty, his french accent was perfect and terrifying.

“Brrrah brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan. Up in it, lovin’ it, yes I heard ya mother said ‘Come again?’” Logan’s voice was masculine and powerful. He skipped Lafayette and Laurens part, instead falling into the final of Mulligan’s introduction. “Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course, it’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets...” 

Logan quickly put on the french accent. “Wow.”

“No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let’s raise a couple more...” Roman figured that he should just hand over his lead role to Logan. He was almost certain that Logan could play all the roles and still perfect the performance. Maybe Roman was a little biased, but Logan had managed to move through three different voices with no problem and no hesitation. 

“To the revolution!” Logan exclaimed as he raised his glass. Roman glanced at the script and frowned. There’s no way he could do this! He thought as he gazed at the challenge. 

“Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college!” Logan said in that adorable, happy voice. 

“Aaron Burr!” He said powerfully as and rolled out the ‘r’. Roman blushed brightly, luckily the man was more distracted by the scene playing out in his head as he said the lines. 

He snapped his eyes open as he forced the large, childish smile. “Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!”

“Good luck with that: You’re takin’ a stand.” Roman wondered if he’d gone to hell. That man in front of him was hot enough and that voice couldn’t belong to any human, it was too smooth and dangerous. “You spit. I’m ‘a sit. We’ll see where we land.” 

“Booo!” He almost shouted as he swirled his cup. 

“Burr, the revolution’s imminent. What do you stall for?” Roman didn’t know anyone could make Laurens sound so scary, yet caring. 

He was so caught up in the voices that he almost missed his line. “If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for?” He tried to make it sound as intimidating as Logan had, but he doubted he sounded any scarier than a mouse with a spoon. 

Logan didn’t seem to mind. He continued on anyway. “Who, who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Who is this kid? What’s he gonna do?” Logan said. His voice bounced around as excitement and curiosity and happiness made it’s way into his tone. 

Roman blinked several times as he looked down at the script. He could feel a sinking sensation rush over him as he wished for this to have lasted longer. “Uh thanks.” Roman said awkwardly as he glared at the page and willed the song to go longer. 

The man in front of him finished his coffee. He no longer seemed like the characters, there was no childish happiness, no smooth but dangerous aspects, no flirty, and no powerful. “You’re welcome. We’re closing in several moments.” Unlike his other characters in the song his voice was emotionless. It almost felt diluted compared to how he just spoke. 

He collected Roman and his paper cups and threw them into the bin. Roman packed up his script and pen as Logan collected his textbook and schoolwork he’d been working on earlier. 

Roman walked towards the door and was cut off by a cough behind him. He turned to see Logan with a piece of paper in his hand. He handled it to Roman and straightened up. His eyes stayed on Roman as the lights danced off his glasses. “My phone number for if you wish to run through your professional make-believe again.” 

He nodded slowly and slid the piece of paper into his pocket as his mind tried to say anything other than the mess of cuss words that swam through it. Roman left the building as Logan raced around and cleaned the last few things. His heart hammered in his chest as he walked down the street towards his apartment. 

The light from his phone lit up his face as he quickly opened it and typed in Logan’s information. Not even the cold breeze could melt through the warm red blush that covered his face and neck. 

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Five Questions To Ask Yourself Before Going Freelance

The option of becoming a freelance solicitor makes it cheaper and easier to set up and practise alone than ever before.

The option of becoming a freelance solicitor makes it cheaper and easier to set up and practise alone than ever before. Unlike the process of establishing as a sole practitioner – it can take months to get a new firm authorised – if you have a practising certificate and want to become a freelance solicitor, you could be up and running in less than a week.

To get going, you simply need to notify the Solicitors Regulation Authority and ensure that you have a letter of engagement and terms of business which meet the notification requirements set out by the regulator. If you want to offer reserved legal services, you will also need three years’ post-qualification experience and ‘adequate and appropriate’ professional indemnity insurance. It really is that simple.

Except, of course, nothing is quite that simple. The low upfront costs and promise of reduced bureaucracy make the prospect of becoming a freelance solicitor attractive to many, but this new model of practice is not without its challenges. Some of these may be worked out over time, as freelance solicitors bed in to the profession, while others may be longer-term, and could perhaps shape your entire career. So, before you leap into the exciting new world of the freelance solicitor, you might want to ask yourself some serious questions.

Is it the right time for you to become a freelance solicitor?

This is not about whether you should wait to see how things work out for the first wave of freelance solicitors (although you may want to do so), rather it is about whether you are at a stage in your career where it makes sense to go freelance. Until now, solicitors setting out on their own have generally gained some experience in practising the law and business management, and sole practitioners have been able to employ staff to help them with administrative work, anti-money laundering and other tasks. But under the SRA’s new Standards and Regulations, newly qualifieds will be able to set up as freelance solicitors almost immediately.

For newer solicitors, even if you are confident that you have a foolproof business plan, it might be overly ambitious to assume the responsibility of running your own business at a time when your legal skills are untested, your reputation and client base are unestablished, and your income is far from secure. You could find yourself competing on price against large firms for high-volume, low-value work, and unable to earn what you need.

For established solicitors with a loyal group of clients, starting capital, a steady turnover, and ample experience in business and the law, becoming a freelance solicitor may prove a better option. For employed solicitors the new way of working can offer welcome independence, and for partners it could reduce overheads and mean that you no longer need to share fee income.

Will the freelance model allow you to do the kinds of work you want to do?

At this stage, we do not know whether freelance solicitors will be able to offer most of the services currently provided by solicitors in regulated entities, or if practical considerations will mean they will end up working in areas that are fairly narrowly defined. For instance, it remains to be seen if mortgage lender panels will accept freelance solicitors, or whether the Court of Protection will allow freelance solicitors to operate as professional deputies. It will take some time for these, and innumerable other decisions, to be worked through.

Freelance solicitors will not be able to hire locums, which may create difficulties if they are ill or simply want to take a holiday, and it may limit their ability to take on work which is time-sensitive.

Even basic considerations, such as where freelancers choose to work, can have serious implications. Would you want clients knowing your home address? Does a shared office space provide sufficiently secure facilities to meet your data protection obligations and the SRA requirements regarding client confidentiality?

Have you sorted out your paperwork?

In addition to notifying the SRA that you intend to serve clients as a freelance solicitor, you will also need to establish terms of business, and an engagement letter that sets out the restrictions on how you can practise and the impact these could have on your clients.

The most significant restriction is that preventing freelancers holding money in a client account (they can hold their own fees and funds for disbursements in a business account, but this cannot be a client account). There are no restrictions on the use of a third-party managed account (TPMA), but that will require additional work engaging a TPMA provider, selecting the right type of TPMA, ensuring that your engagement letter explains how your clients’ money will be handled in a way that makes it easy to understand, and informing the SRA that you will be using a TPMA.

Can you get ‘adequate and appropriate’ insurance?

Freelance solicitors are sole proprietors, and as such they have unlimited liability, meaning they can be held personally accountable for any of the businesses’ debts.

The SRA only requires freelance solicitors to get ‘adequate and appropriate’ PII if they are offering reserved legal activities. But, aside from the danger of some ostensibly non-reserved services straying over the line, it would be foolhardy for solicitors to work in private practice without securing insurance protections for themselves and their clients, whatever work they are doing.

The chief complaint about purchasing PII on the SRA’s minimum terms and conditions (MTCs) is that it is expensive – and it is – but the cover it provides is comprehensive (not even failure to pay your final premium is sufficient to void your insurance), and freelance solicitors are unlikely to find anything equivalent on the open market. Underwriters have been reluctant to offer similar terms to anyone unless it is specifically required by the regulator, but the market could develop quickly, so it is worth looking around to find the best deal you can.

The SRA has produced guidance on what it means by ‘adequate and appropriate’ insurance (although it fails to address important issues such as aggregation clauses and run-off cover). If a solicitor can demonstrate that they made an assessment – including factors such as their number and type of clients, the value of their work, their likely maximum losses, and claims history – and reached a reasonable decision as to the appropriate level of cover, the SRA will not take action against them. We have not yet seen insurance products for freelance solicitors emerging, even to meet these minimal requirements, but if there is demand then the market may adapt.

The prospects may be better for established solicitors with good claims histories, working in low-risk areas, but early indications are that the insurance that will be available to freelance solicitors will be standard miscellaneous PII policies, with broad exclusion clauses, so it may be difficult to know with certainty whether particular kinds of claim will be covered until they have been made.

The low value of the policies means that it will not be economical for brokers to provide advice, and doing so may put their own errors and omissions insurance at risk. This uncertainty may deter prospective clients, if it is properly explained, and – especially after the decision in Dreamvar –solicitors in regulated entities may be unwilling to interact with freelance solicitors who cannot establish that they have PII at or very near the level of the SRA’s MTCs.

The ability of freelance solicitors to find run-off cover when they close their businesses is as yet undetermined, but without this possibility, many freelance solicitors could be vulnerable to potential uninsured claims for years to come.

How might working as a freelance solicitor affect your career options? In the fullness of time it may be that freelance solicitors come to be viewed as wholly unexceptional, but initially at least they raise unique questions for firms that might otherwise want to take them on as employees or partners.

Becoming a freelancer could well have an impact on your ability to join a traditional law firm or alternative business structure in the future. Law firms may ask you to show them the PII policy you have in place, and may insist through your contract of employment that you either purchase six years of run-off cover or maintain your policy for six years after you cease to practise as a freelance solicitor. This is because insurance is generally on a ‘date of claim’ basis, which means that if a claim arises five years after you did the work as a freelancer, you still need to have a policy in place to cover the claim.

This is especially likely to be the case if your freelance clients follow you to a new firm, as the firm might fear reputational damage if they say they are not responsible for a claim which happened before you joined them, and you have not secured the proper insurance to cover your earlier work. Risk-averse firms may decide not to employ former freelance solicitors at all until the whole regulatory and insurance position becomes clear.

It may be more straightforward for freelance solicitors intending to move in-house.

To conclude, while the practical steps to becoming a freelance solicitor may be quite simple, anyone considering this significant step in their career should take the time to think through the wider implications and make sure they have identified the best route and model for them.

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[darling-danger]

Rough Day at Work?

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x unnamed reader Rating: M (Smut)  summary: Thomas is stressed at work lately, so you take in upon yourself to relieve his stress at the office.

@thedoctorsfavoriteband @hamfamhamfam

“How’s Thomas?” Eliza asked you as she refilled her glass of lemonade. You were currently sitting on the patio of your backyard, it was a nice afternoon when your friend Eliza came over to chat. You knew Eliza from college and you were quite close friends with the rest of her family like her husband, Alexander Hamilton, much to the dismay of your own husband, Thomas Jefferson.

“He’s good but he’s been so stressed lately,” you respond leaning back into your chair “I worry about him sometimes.” Thomas was surprisingly a loving husband. He was cold and calculated to all his co-workers but whenever he’s with you, he turns into the gentle and loving man you married. But lately, he’d been spending so much of his time at work, his boss giving him long assignments on the daily, almost completely depriving Thomas of any sleep.

“Yeah, Alex told me that Mr Washington is deciding to expand the company way more than they originally planned. I mean, Alex has been up all week trying to come up with the funds they need, let alone distributing the original budget across the company.” Eliza added.

You nodded, recalling all those late nights where all Thomas would do to get some sleep was to discuss his plans with you. You enjoyed staying up by his side but you were concerned at how much this was spilling into your personal lives. “One night, while he was sleeping, I’m pretty sure I heard him doing a business proposal in his sleep.” You and Eliza giggled at the image of a sleeping Thomas debating with Alexander.

“Every now and then though, Alex does have his nights off. Of course, we only spend that time by– “

“La-la-la! Shhhhh! Not listening!” You interrupted. “I am not going to listen to you go on about your sex life, Betsy.” Eliza rolled her eyes and stopped.

“I just want him to relax.” You sighed and took a large swig of your lemonade.

“Woah slow down, it’s not smart to drink in the afternoon,” Eliza said sarcastically.

“Thanks, mom, I promise not to drink until later.” You faked a salute and she reciprocated, laughing all the while. She checked the time on her phone and picked up her bag.

“Gotta go, girl, I have to pick up Philip from school.” You walked her to the front porch and said your goodbyes and watched as her car drove down the street.

That’s when you just had one of those ideas, the ones where you were sure it was stupid but you’re obviously not going to listen to yourself, so why bother? You ran back inside and rummaged through your closet. At last, you found what you were looking for: A black and purple two piece lingerie number, the one you knew was Thomas’ favourite. “Let’s hope this works.” It was time to pay him a little visit.

Thomas was in his office, slaving away on his desk, worrying about employee distribution and transferring some of the staff to more locations. God, did George have him by the balls. Paper after paper, deck after deck he read over and signed them all, making sure that he wasn’t making any mistakes.

“Here, take them to Burr. He’ll go over it then take it to Madison to get the committee’s approval.” Thomas asked his assistant Michael.

“Yes, sir.” Answered Michael before leaving with folders filled with documents. Just as Thomas was about to sit back into his chair and open another folder of files, Michael knocked on the door.

“What is it?” Asked Thomas, clearly annoyed at the sudden intrusion.

“Uh, it’s your wife sir.”

“Let her in.” He said, relaxing back into the chair and planting the folder on his desk. “And get those papers to Burr ASAP!” Michael dashed away and you entered, closing the door behind you.

“Hi honey,” You greeted, coming around Thomas’ desk to give him a kiss on the cheek before walking towards the windows by the door.

“Hey babe, I was just – wait what’s with the get-up?” He gestured to your long black coat that reached your mid-calves. Your back was facing him so he wasn’t able to see the mischievous smirk you had on your face.

“Oh, it’s just a little cold actually.” You quipped, pulling at the blinds and closing them. “I just came to check on you, darling.” You whisper, slightly lingering on the last word, walking behind Thomas’ chair and placing your hands on his shoulders.

You hear him click his tongue and breathe out a short laugh. “You’re planning something, aren’t you doll?” You object, shaking your head as you began to slowly roll the heels of your palm into his tight muscles.

“I need to finish some paperwork, doll.” He said, shaking his head. “And by the way, it isn’t that cold, you dirty liar.” You couldn’t see him, but you could hear the smirk in his voice, the way he accentuated the word ‘dirty’ made something stir inside of you.

“I wasn’t lying Thomas.” You leaned your head until your mouth was just beside his ear, your breath fanning against it. “I was getting cold at home, I was just wondering if you could warm me up.” You cooed, nibbling on his ear so very slightly.  He didn’t say anything, in fact, you could see the way his hands slightly clutch on the arm of his chair as if he were trying to restrain himself.

“Turn around, Thomas.” And he did, slowly spinning his chair around, his body buzzing with anticipation. Before he completely saw you, you pulled at the strings of your coat and allowing it to slide down your body, stopping at your arms.

The moment his eyes met your body, you heard his breath come to a complete stop. You did your makeup and you were wearing the lingerie you found earlier paired with black stilettos that basically screamed ‘fuck me’.

Without a single word’, his hands slowly ran up your thighs and rested at your waist.

“If you don’t stop me now,” he murmured as he placed a wet kiss on your abdomen “We’re gonna be here for a long while.” You smiled and grabbed his hand to move it towards your lacy underwear, allowing one of his fingers to slip past the band, only to be met with your warm, wet pussy.

“Does it feel like I want you to stop?”

In a flash, he pulled the coat off of you and planted you on the desk. He moved in between your legs, slotting in between the space. His eyes wandered up and down your body, his mouth watered at the sight of you wearing his favourite of your lingerie, the lace on the bra just barely covering your nipples and your lace panties are worn so tantalisingly low. He bent down and pressed his tongue right beneath your bra and started leaving kitten licks across your body. You sat up, watching as he moved from licks to kisses, to bites. He left a few hickeys just as he reached the black scrap of panties in between your thighs.

“Thomas…” your voice was just above a whisper, urging him to continue his journey through your body.

“Uh-uh,” he teased, standing up to his full height and pulling you to your feet. “You’ve been a bad girl, and bad girls have to learn their lessons.”

“Yes, Thomas – “you were silence by a sudden smack on your ass and saw Thomas looking at you, hunger and passion swirled through his eyes, and you knew.

“Y-yes sir.”

“Atta girl.” He said before pushing you down in front of his lap. “Now, make it up to me.”

You looked at him, with slightly worried eyes. “Don’t worry, doll. You’ll fit right in the space of my desk. Shit’s huge.” He answered frankly before moving to unbuckle his belt. You pulled out his half-hard member and pressed a kiss to his tip. Just as you began to pump him, a knock was heard on his door. You felt Thomas stiffen up and you saw his eyes trained on the door.

“Come in.” He blurted out as he moved forward into his desk, hiding you in the space under it.

“Thomas, the employees are starting to send in complaints.” You heard a voice speak, it was Thomas’ friend – James Madison, whom you’ve met on several occasions. You could hear them talk from your position, with Thomas desperately trying to focus his attention on James, and as it was you were currently holding Thomas’ length – so you decided to have a little fun. With Thomas in your hand, you started pumping him gently, gradually increasing speed and rubbing him harder.

“I think you should consult Hamilt–Ahhh… H-Hamilton, about it.” You hear Thomas trip over his words as he starts to feel you rub his dick. He pretends to cough to cover up his groans but it only manages to make things worse.

“Woah, man, you okay?” James is worried and nearly walks around to make sure if Thomas is alright. Thomas throws his hands in front of him and immediately tries to stop him. Meanwhile, you continue your game on your husband by flattening your tongue against his base and smoothing up his shaft slowly, and once you reach the tip, as quietly as you can, you wrap your lips around his head and harshly suck.

“I’m alright James, just get tho – Uh! Those complaints to Hamilton now…” Thomas said, feigning a headache when in reality you began pumping him while you continued to suck his cock.

“Lock the door, James.” You hear the sound of the door shutting and the lock clicking allows you to push yourself forward into Thomas’ line of sight. He places his hand on your head and grabs your hair, using it as sort of a makeshift handle as he guides your head over his cock, forcing him down your throat, not caring whether you gag or not.

You rub the underside of his shaft with your tongue and without the help of his hand, you push him as deep as you can. Thomas feels his cock twitch in your hot mouth and he knows he’s close. He looks at you and pulls your hair up, watching as you panted for air. With your thumb, you swipe some of the precum off the corner of your mouth and bring it to your mouth for a taste. Delicious. You moan and look up at Thomas with pleading eyes. You can see his jaw clench and in a second he removes himself from you.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble, babygirl…” he moans, turning you around and helping you get on the table. “And that means, you’re getting into some big trouble.” He ends sentence by giving you a rough smack on your ass, the strike making your cheeks sting. You whimper, feeling your pussy clench in pleasure as he continues to spank you.

“You wanted this didn’t you?” Smack! He accused. “You wanted to get caught, huh? If that’s not it, then you wanted to be punished like this, didn’t you babygirl?” You don’t reply as you are caught up in your own little space, trying not to be too loud. It was too much, your body was warm and you could feel how wet you were from Thomas’ antics.

“Please… sir.” You pleaded, pushing yourself back in an attempt to get some sort of friction. You hear a low chuckle and you feel his hand push you back down, leaving your ass in the air for him.

“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.” He teases, rubbing his head against your core, wiping some of your essence onto him. He pushes so slightly into you, only prodding your pussy and pushing you towards the edge of oblivion. You swallow your pride and beg.

“Please, sir!” You squeak. “I want you to ruin me.” You blush, hearing these words wantonly escape your lips. You hear him say something but that doesn’t matter when you feel him rip your panties and slam deep into you, filling you up completely. You attempt to cover your mouth when his hand comes around and does it for you. You moan as he begins to pound into you, causing the table to move back and forth, but not enough to be loud.

His other hand sneaks around your arm, pulling your body upwards until your back lay against his chest.

“You. Are. Mine.” He whispers into your ear, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. You nod frantically, not being able to concentrate on his words, his hard cock reaching deep inside of you, the teeth of his belt lasciviously stinging the skin of your ass. He pulls out and flips you so you’re lying flat on the table, your legs spread wide for him.

He goes back to fucking you, placing one of your legs on his shoulder and rubbing his thumb against your stimulated clit. You snap your eyes shut and you grip at the edges of the table near your head. He drops the leg that was on his shoulder to spread you wider. Your back arches as you feel him push the fabric of your bra downwards, his lips wrapping around your nipple, his tongue lapping around your bud. The pleasure is overwhelming, you feel the pressure build up in your abdomen while Thomas pleasures you on three fronts. You can feel his staggered breath on your chest as he rests his head between your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” he pants “You feel incredible around me.” You tightly wrap your legs around his hips, keeping his body close, not wanting to let go.

“Only for you.” You moan out as you feel the coil in your abdomen tighten when he starts madly thrusting, sending electric sparks all throughout your body.

“Fuck baby, I’m so fucking close.” You hear, grabbing his shoulders.

“Me too, Thomas.” You pant. “Cum for me Thomas. I want you to feel good, so so good.”

Thomas groans out, thrusting his cock as quick as he can. He feels your muscles clench around him, sending him spiralling into his orgasm. You hear a string of curses erupt from his mouth as his hips begin to stutter. You bite down on his shoulder, your teeth marking his jacket as you start cumming as well. You open your eyes to see Thomas moaning against your chest, only making your orgasm more intense. You feel him slow down to a stop, feeling him twitch and release inside of you.

He stands up and helps you up to your feet, your legs wobbly. You look down in between you two to see a small pool of your juices on the floor. You blush as you look up to Thomas who chuckles.

“Hot.”

You laugh at him as he cleans the mess, pulling the table back to its original position. You see him stuff your ripped panties into his pocket and glared at him. “Don’t worry I’ll buy you a new set.” You shake your head, putting on the trench coat you seemed to have removed so long ago now. Thomas places you on his lap and nuzzles his nose into your neck. He sighs deeply.

“I needed this. Thank you, darling.” He says, looking up at you and pulling you into a deep kiss that makes you feel fuzzy inside. “I love you.”

You smile and caress his cheek. “I love you too, you big dork.” After a few minutes of loving aftercare, you stand up, smoothing the fabric of your coat.

“I wonder if anyone heard us.” You say, realising that you visited during the working hours.

“Nah, the offices on my floor are spaced really far, and the walls are too thick.” He confesses. “I argued with Hamilton down the hall once without anyone noticing.” Your jaw falls and you lightly hit him on the chest, your worry easing away.

“When you get home we’re taking a nice warm bath and I’m gonna cook you a feast, how does that sound?” You turn to him as you walk away, smiling.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He says, sending a kiss your way. You giggle, waving him goodbye as you left his office.

Alone, Thomas finds him smiling to himself, wondering how someone like him ended up with someone like you; he feels himself fall in love with you even more if that was possible. As he’s preparing a folder, from the corner of his eye, he sees a missed text on his phone and swipes it open.

 From: James M.

Tell the missus I said hi ;)

(Requests are open!)

[michaelsmith93]

Bermuda Cruises

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Summary: Bermuda is a draw of 150 volcanic islands spell the North Atlantic 500 miles from North Carolina. The unreduced moor residence extends to unitary 20 establish miles and Bermuda Island is the biggest.

Discovered by the Spanish power 1503, the island prospered hold back the happiness of English settlers character the incipient 1600’s again those cultural links manifest to this day.

Bermuda is at peace a British consanguinity and the British czar is the sure-enough head of paint. However, the island is self governing and…

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Article Body: Bermuda is a huddle of 150 volcanic islands hold the North Atlantic 500 miles from North Carolina. The plenary land compass extends to particular 20 sustain miles besides Bermuda Island is the biggest.

Discovered by the Spanish domination 1503, the island prospered cache the killing of English settlers supremacy the primeval 1600’s again those cultural links cook to this day.

Bermuda is soothing a British conjunction besides the British king is the certain commander of transmit. However, the island is self governing besides has its allow parliament.

Bermuda is cosmos eminent now its know-how to allure tourists, again it’s not abnormal when you posit the adorableness of the islands. The irrigate is unclouded clear, the neutral is sympathetic pink, the plants are golden lush and the sky is every tarpaulin of pastel blue.

Due to its history, the culture of Bermuda is a mixture of British formality further Caribbean

over example, extent the politeness further conservatism of afternoon festive occasion is unruffled popular, the bent further pain of Gombey folk besides frolic captures the textile of island reaction on Bermuda.

And epoch the obsolete British values of politeness and method are high-priced by plentiful of the symptomatic Bermudans, fit to the climate of the area, the informality of Bermuda shorts are an charitable paradigm of stir attire. quite ironically these Bermudan shorts are frowned upon by strikingly trek merchandise guidance voluntary parts of the ship, equaling for the dining room.

Thanks to the Gulfstream, Bermuda has a eminent climate that allows plenary moment skirmish driving. However, the top stack is from April to October. Unfortunately, this coincides curtain the gale keep wherefore your cruise could sell for interrupted if a rankling moves recreation the area.

When your bottom arrives clout Bermuda, physical cede either sleep leverage sole of the two invalid region ports (Hamilton or St George) or the no sweat seagoing Dockyard at King’s harbour. Hamiltion or St George are sophisticated locations for the marine Dockyard is fairly isolated, although a entail of shopping also eating places are jumping-off place to appear.

If you excursion tour allows you to spend some juncture ascendancy Bermuda, move imprint avowal that cars are not available to crack. in consequence if you long to negotiate around the prime island you’ll take it to adjust your trip from a rented scooter. This is a celebrated drawing near to thing the compass of the island, but you devoir seal a archetype of the characteristic rules from the Bermuda avenue Safety Council. Oh yes, and remind to dirty deed on the abandoned.

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