Say Cheese (Poly! Hamilsquad+ Dad!Gwash) [COLLAB]

Requested by: No one! This was a for fun piece!

Ship: Poly! Hamilsquad

Word Count: 1257

A/N: Hey, this was an awesome collab I got to do with my friend @wrotemywayoutimagines! this was so much fun to do with her and I totally plan to do this again, hope you guys enjoy!!

The tension that hung in the air could have been cut with a knife as Hercules and John sat in the front room. Their eyes glanced anywhere they could focus, anywhere other than Mr. Washington’s eyes. The stern man that sat in the big arm chair in front of them was staring them down like a vulture watched two dehydrated mice, the way the man held himself like some general certainly didn’t help his case. John shifted uncomfortably, looking up the stairs and trying to see if their dates were ready yet since they had decided to leave the two boys alone with quite possibly the most intimidating person ever.

“So how about this weather?” John asked, clearing his voice and something close to amusement was visible on Mr. Washington’s face

“John you are aware that it is cold outside, just as much as I am.”

“Of course, sir. Just… trying to make some conversation.”

“Let’s hope you do better at the dance.” The older man said and John looked at the stairs, praying that somehow they would all be ready by now.

The tension seemed to grow thicker after the awkward conversation, and poor Hercules seemed ready to crack under the sharp stare of Mr. Washington. He tugged nervously at his tuxedo’s collar, trying to ease his tense body as best he could. A cough quickly caught the boys’ attention, their bodies freezing up as they focused back on the floor in front of the older man.

“So boys, how long have you known Alexander and Gilbert?” Mr. Washington asked, his voice hinting at the slighted bit of curiosity, “I don’t remember you two  ever coming over before.”

“U-uh, John and I met Laf- uh.. Gilbert halfway through our sophomore year, after that we met Alex..” Hercules replied, stammering through it. John glanced  over to him with a worried expression as the older man’s eyebrow raised.

“I see.. So why haven’t I met you before now?”

“My house is closer to the school, so it makes for a more convenient place to meet, uh, sir..” John answered, only turning his attention from Hercules for a moment. Mr. Washington only hummed slightly in response.

“George? You’re not interrogating the poor kids, are you?” Martha called out, walking into the living room with her hands on her hips. George turned to look at her, a guilty expression on his face.

“Martha, my love, I am just getting to know them.”

“Mm, sure.” She replied and she walked towards where they were sitting, extending a hand to Hercules.

“Mrs. Washington, I am Hercules Mulligan and this is John Laurens.” He smiled and he shook her hand.

“Please, call me Martha.” She told him and she extended her hand to John as well. He shook it earnestly, eager to get off on the right foot.

A set of heavy footsteps came down the stairs, showing Lafayette who was still fiddling with his bowtie,

“Mon amours, I am so sorry for keeping you for so long! I was having trouble  with my tie,” He chuckled nervously as he reached the bottom of the stairs, “Alex should be down soon, his hair’s giving him trouble-”

“Fuck! Lafayette come back up here and help me, you actually did alright with your hair.” Alex yelled, interrupting Lafayette.

Lafayette looked at George and Martha and smiled weakly.

“I should probably-”

“Yeah.” George agreed and he watched Lafayette go back upstairs to help Alex with his hair. George looked at John and Hercules, who didn’t look pleased at all that Lafayette was going back upstairs.

Martha turned to the boys, a comforting smile on her face,

“How about you two tell us a bit more about yourselves? I’ve heard them ramble about you two, but we’d like to hear it from the source!” She giggled, easing the tension even more.

“Well, Hercules here is on the yearbook committee! I’m on the chess team!” John replied, smiling a little bit.

“He’s one of the best players.” Hercules bragged, looking over to John and smiling before nudging him.

“Oh! Then we should try and see one of your matches one of these days, I’m sure Alexander and Gilbert could get some tickets!” Martha smiled

“Oh- you don’t have to come. It’s usually just the boys who come and cheer for me.” John smiled, grabbing Hercules’ hand

“Oh no, I insist! After tonight, you’re basically family!” Martha nudged George with a grin, “Right, George?”

“Of course dear, just as you said” George smiled a bit at Martha.

“See, he’s a sweetheart once you get to know him.” Martha looked back at the boys before turning back around and kissing George on the cheek.

Footsteps came back down the stairs, Lafayette smiled as he got to the bottom of the stairs, “Alex, stop trying to slide down the banister you fuck.”

“No, I can do this!” The shrill sound of skin sliding on the metal banister rang through the room as Alex slowly slid down the banister, looking rather pleased with himself. John tried to hold back a fit of laughter at the sight, Hercules was having a much harder time trying to hold back his laughter.

“Alexander, what are you doing?” George asked, looking and sounding rather confused.

“Wanted to hear them laugh.” Alex stated proudly, motioning to Hercules, John and Lafayette. Hercules’s face turned red, a hand moving to cover his mouth as he started snickering which soon turned into laughter. John soon joined in the laughter, leaning against Hercules as he tried to catch his breath.

Hercules wrapped an arm around John and looked at him with love.

“Your laugh is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever heard.”

“So I’ve been told.” John replied, wiggling his eyebrows. He glanced over to Alex who was now draping himself over the back of the couch.

“So, who’s ready to go to this dance?” He grinned excitedly.

“Whenever you’re ready, babe.” John smiled. Hercules helped John up with a smile.

“I’ve got my car in front of the house, we can go whenever you are ready.” Martha quickly pulled Alex and Lafayette into a hug,

“You boys have fun tonight, be back home before midnight!”

“Wait darling I think you’re forgetting something.” George said although he looked like he was going to regret saying something.

“Hm?”

“Prom pictures.” He reminded her and Martha’s face lit up.

“Thank you for reminding me- I think I left my camera somewhere in the kitchen?” Martha quickly headed back into the kitchen for the camera, leaving the boys with George one last time. The boys shifted nervously as he looked over the four of them. Alex cleared his throat and stepped forward,

“Dad, I know our relationship is… less than normal, but we-” he froze up as George held up his hand. He let out a heavy sigh,

“Just as long as you all love each other, I only ask that you boys be careful.” Lafayette smiled wide and pulled George into a tight hug,

“Merci père, merci beaucoup!”

“You don’t have to thank me, Gilbert. If you are both happy then I am happy.” George smiled slightly, patting his head carefully.

“I’ve got the camera!” Martha chirped as she came back into the living room. She lifted the camera, taking a picture of Lafayette and George hugging before they could separate. The boys chuckled at the cute scene before pulling Lafayette back to their little group. Martha held up the camera with a grin as they posed.

“Alright boys, say cheese!”

Why so sad? :(

You’re on your own…

You told me what you did to me was okay and I believed you, I told you I was okay, and for that I’ll never forgive myself

#just abuse things

-looking over your shoulder every 2 seconds

-panicking and staring at the door every time you hear footsteps outside

-”don’t speak don’t say anything just take it and don’t make it worse”

-being too scared to ask for permission to do anything and then not getting anything done

-someone raises their voice a little and everything just goes to “IM SORRY PLEASE DON’T YELL AT ME IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY P LEASE DONT YELL”

-jumping out of your skin at every unexpected noise

A single sperm has 37.5MB of DNA information in it. That means that a normal ejaculation represents a data transfer of 1,587.5TB.

Now that’s a lot of information to swallow

how do I delete other people’s posts

tfw the guy who humiliated you is actually really hot so now you’re just defying the Good Lord’s command and making out with him behind a church

thinking abt doing an animatic for this song lmaomlaomlamo

Just abuse things

- “IM SORRY IM SORRY IM SORRY!!” - “you arent mad at me right? Oh my god you are! IM SORRY” - “is this my for me? Can I use this? Can I drink this? Can I-” - “pls help me make this decision for me” - “do what you please!!!” “What if that makes everyone mad at me” -studying people intensely because you are afraid you might do something that will make them mad - Saying something in a tone louder than usual and feeling like this is your last day alive - low self stem - feeling mentally and emotionally exhausted after expressing any sort of feeling and crying right after that - when someone talks or does something in an attitude thats not usual from them and Knowing That It’s Your Fault - “i dont deserve this why are you doing this for me” - not knowing the difference between a joke, sarcasm, and passive aggressive speech - unhealthily clinging to anyone who’s remotely nice to you - not knowing what to say NEVER - not knowing how to react to compliments, nice words, genuine care or anything like that and feeling incredibly sick at the thought of someone genuinely loving you - Crying. - having to explain every single movement and word you do and say to literally anyone - being really good at lying and pretending as a survival strategy - Not living, surviving. - calculating and overthinking everything you do and say, the time you say it, how you say it, the expression you have when you say it, your voice tone…everything - getting panic attacks over the tiniest things - unhealthily clinging to fictional characters and shows - lack of energy to do anything because you use a lot of effort in every single movement you do - “im useless” - when someone compliments you on something and you needing to be Perfect at it because then you dont have any reason to live - intrusive thoughts - Perfectionism - Over sensitiveness - “It’s my fault.” - not knowing how to react about criticism - Isolation - getting startled when someone touches you - being hyperaware of your surroundings and at the same time having no time and space perception - believing everything everyone says - Feeling like any day is your last day

Wow I… wow.

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