The night before was wild. Drinks were tossed back, and lips spoke little nothing into the barely empty space between them. Hair was pulled and low moans rang throughout the room that night while a burning desire mingled into the air.
Though in the morning everything was just a mere blur, nothing but soft lips and drowning within each other was remembered.
The morning after was nothing to romanticize, if anything he felt like hell. His head was throbbing and his hair was more than just a simple mess, he could feel where it was yanked last night. Even so he could feel his arms wrapped around his waist, holding him in his place. Alexander let out a small huff of breath against the back of his neck, wrapping a leg around Thomas in his sleep.
“Let go of me Hamilton,” he mumbles quietly, moving his legs first, trying to pull away. Alexander groans quietly and slowly lets go, blinking his tired eyes. Thomas takes it the moment Alexander lets go and sits up, pulling the blanket away from Alexander and covering his torso.
“What the fuck?” Alexander rubs his eyes and first sees the mass of kinky black hair, matted down from sleep. He frowns for a moment before his eyes went wide, a little shriek escaping his mouth.
“Jefferson! What are you doing in my- holy shit.” Thomas just faced the wall, his muscles tensing up as Alexander looked down at his own naked form.
“I’m leaving.” His voice was brutally cold, leaving Alexander in shock. He was expecting, well it was Jefferson after all. He was expecting something different.
“Wait-” He reaches out and places a hand on Thomas’ shoulder before he was shrugged off. Thomas stood up, collecting his clothes quickly, refusing to say anything else. He quick sweep through the room and Thomas had his clothes in his arms and he was in the bathroom, the door slammed shut and locked.
“Jefferson come out right this instant!” He yelled, stumbling out of bed and snatching up his boxers and throwing them on quickly.
“Fuck you!” Was yelled through the door and Alexander sighed, hitting his head against the closed door.
“Jefferson seriously, please…”
“Go away Alexander. I’m getting dress you pervert.”
“I seriously saw you naked last night, I’m not a pervert.”
“So you were staring.”
“We had sex together! We both saw each other naked!”
“Alexander Hamilton, just move out of the way of the door, I’m leaving.” Alex checked the doorknob again, seeing only that it was still locked.
“I’m not leaving until we talk.”
“We are never talking again. Not at work, not at functions, not even at meetings. Never, this is not even allowed.”
“Still, we can talk…” There was just a silent response and Alexander sighed. “Jefferson, what happened last night might’ve been a mistake-”
“It was a mistake.”
“But we should still talk about it and figure out what we’re gonna do.”
“I already figured out what we’re gonna do. Ignore each other.”
“Thomas Jefferson, get your ass out here right now!” There was some grumbling but the door was unlocked and swung up, revealing Thomas. Alexander felt a slight smile creep onto his face and he backed up.
“Good, now, let’s talk.” Alexander sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Though Thomas stood there, crossing his arms and leaning against the door frame.
“I don’t want to be anywhere near you.”
“Because you’re toxic. You’ll use this against me Alexander. I’m not innocent to your schemes.” Alexander scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“I am not toxic…” Alexander’s gaze traveled down to Thomas’ neck, eyeing the harsh red spots that covered him.
“My eyes are up here,” Thomas growled and clenched his jaw.
“Sorry, just was looking.”
“Alexander, Jesus, you don’t know how hard this is for me.”
“Explain it to me then.”
“I just don’t understand you.”
“And what’s that supposed to mean Jefferson?”
“Nothing Alexander, nothing at all.” Thomas turned his heel, heading for the door and picking up his jacket as he left.
“Is that my shirt?” Alexander asked and Thomas stopped, looking down before pulling it over his head and tossing it back at Alexander.
“Yes it is, and I don’t ever want to see it again.” And with that Thomas was out the door and gone.
finally realizing that apparently, I’m not… really bad with children?
always tried to get into contact with my baby cousin, who is a very extroverted
little girl, but she always freaked out and started calling me “bad” whenever I
tried, so I really took that to heart and thought “Okay, perhaps I’m just bad with children, perhaps it’s my depressive
ass giving off bad vibes or something” and I kind of gave up on the hope
that children could like me. (Which hurt, because I actually like children,
could listen to them babble and play for hours.)
But by now,
I’ve met the little girl that my Dad basically helped raising, and a girl whom
my former art-teacher is teaching how to paint, and a little girl who has the
same tutor as I have, and my brother’s girlfriend’s niece and nephew… and they all
simply close to tears by how much they love me – insisting that I have to play
with them, no one else, bringing me cookies over, telling me about their day,
babbling until my ears are close to falling off, cuddling, holding my hand,
basically jumping me when they see me entering the room, clinging to my leg
when I have to go…
realized that I’m not bad with children. It’s just my own baby cousin who doesn’t
get along with me. Just the one. Not all children.
freaking close to crying because I’m so happy about that.
I listened to it a few days ago in computer science ;O; <3 waaa but I was pretty sh o o k once it started playing;;;; //also realized I drew that mafia picture completely out of the mood of the song omg;;;
i didn’t see any fics featuring Talk Like A Pirate day, which is pretty much a crime?? that holiday is my jam. anyway i took it upon myself to write one even tho it’s garbage.
no ships (except the pirate kind) but read it however you like
Every day, Logan woke up at six thirty, just before the sun and far before everyone else. He spent about an hour in his room preparing for the day; he got dressed, reviewed his schedule, and ticked off yesterday - the eighteenth- on his calendar. At seven thirty-two, he headed downstairs to look for something to eat.
In the living room, things were not quite as routine. Patton, normally groggy at this hour (if even awake), was sitting on the couch humming cheerfully to himself. He was wearing an eyepatch underneath his glasses, clearly hand decorated with a little grinning skull.
“Patton, what happened to your eye?” Logan was almost certain the sides couldn’t get injured. They most certainly could not be injured enough to require an eyepatch, and he couldn’t think of a reason Patton would need to protect his eyes, either.
Patton looked up at Logan with a grin. Logan noticed that Patton was decorating more eyepatches with little skull designs – did he need that many? “Good morning, Lo!” He sprang to his feet and held out an eyepatch. “Would you like one?”
“I would not. My eyes have not been injured, nor do I need to shield them. Do you?”
“Nope! It’s just fun.” Patton plopped back onto the couch, resuming his eyepatch decorating.
A beat passed. “Am I missing something?” Logan frowned, scouring his mind.
With wide eyes - well, one wide eye - and mock astonishment, Patton stared up at him. “Goodness Logan, don’t you know what today is?”
Patton broke into a grin. “It’s Talk Like a Pirate day!”
hey @ goyim could y'all reblog this if you're actually willing to listen to Jewish people and protect us?
we really need allies right now, and I know seeing this on people’s blogs could be comforting to other Jewish people. But please don’t do this as performative allyship- actually try and help us irl, or at least learn about antisemitism enough to spot it and call it out.