Ahead of Our Time
written by UwU
1776, New York City. Revolution is in the air and Alex knows it. As if staying alive, and climbing the ranks isn't enough he also has to deal with his feeling for John Laurens, his best friend, and fellow revolutionary. This is just a collection of fanfiction. If it's connected, I put it in multiple parts. It is in no way historically accurate, it's just fun stories. If you have an idea for a story or headcanon in this owl me, or post on my wall. If you enjoyed this please also check out Miles Apart Beside You, and Uncross the Stars (also by me) I WILL be updating pretty often, so if you enjoy it PLEASE add to ur bookshelf. Thx!❤ Btw, what's your favorite song in Hamilton? Mine is Guns and Ships
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
4
Reads
476
3) No references in this title, just Lams but modern.
Chapter 4
Alex and John's apartment was filled with daylight, let in from the large windows. John walked into the kitchen, fumbling the coffee pot as he struggled to wake himself. He noticed Alex's phone wasn't on the charger, and his laptop wasn't at the kitchen table like normal. "He's going to kill himself, working so hard," John muttered, walking into Alex's office. He was sitting at his desk, typing furiously. "Alexxxxxxxx-" John picked up one of the many empty coffee cups on his desk "-this is NOT healthy, what are you doing anyway?" He leaned over his husband's shoulder, squinting at the screen. "John this is VERY Important!"
"What are you even doing?"
"Jefferson is outdoing me again!"
"I'm sure it's not that bad, what did he do?"
"He's written more Hary Potter fanfiction than me! He's got Madison doing art for them"
"Seriously? That's what you've been working on for the past 24 hours?"
"Yes! I NEED to write more!!!" He started typing again when John gently took both of his hands.
"How many have you written?"
" Ummm, I think I've done fifteen hundred fanfics and headcanons."
"How many have Jefferson done?"
"Four hundred. Give or take."
"So why exactly did you write nine hundred more than him?"
"Becauseeeeeeeeeeee if I don't write enough he'll outdo me AGAIINNNNNNN."
"Alex you're a grown man. Take care of yourself and go nap!"
Alex crossed his arms
"Make me."
"You act like a child when you're sleep-deprived. I will make you." John snapped the lid of his laptop shut and pulled the cord out. Working at a very fast pace he unplugged the cord from the wall, grabbed the laptop and phone, and ran from the room. Alex dashed after him, but not quickly enough to catch him before he locked them in a drawer. "Sleep. Now." He steered Alex to the living room and handed him a blanket. Motioning to the couch he said softly "I'll have lunch done when you wake up." Confronted with food, softness, and a comfy sofa, Alex's resolve crumbled. "Oki." He laid down on the couch. Within seconds he was fast asleep. "Goodnight," John whispered, pulling the blanket over him and lightly kissing his forehead.
"What are you even doing?"
"Jefferson is outdoing me again!"
"I'm sure it's not that bad, what did he do?"
"He's written more Hary Potter fanfiction than me! He's got Madison doing art for them"
"Seriously? That's what you've been working on for the past 24 hours?"
"Yes! I NEED to write more!!!" He started typing again when John gently took both of his hands.
"How many have you written?"
" Ummm, I think I've done fifteen hundred fanfics and headcanons."
"How many have Jefferson done?"
"Four hundred. Give or take."
"So why exactly did you write nine hundred more than him?"
"Becauseeeeeeeeeeee if I don't write enough he'll outdo me AGAIINNNNNNN."
"Alex you're a grown man. Take care of yourself and go nap!"
Alex crossed his arms
"Make me."
"You act like a child when you're sleep-deprived. I will make you." John snapped the lid of his laptop shut and pulled the cord out. Working at a very fast pace he unplugged the cord from the wall, grabbed the laptop and phone, and ran from the room. Alex dashed after him, but not quickly enough to catch him before he locked them in a drawer. "Sleep. Now." He steered Alex to the living room and handed him a blanket. Motioning to the couch he said softly "I'll have lunch done when you wake up." Confronted with food, softness, and a comfy sofa, Alex's resolve crumbled. "Oki." He laid down on the couch. Within seconds he was fast asleep. "Goodnight," John whispered, pulling the blanket over him and lightly kissing his forehead.
