i made this really quick sorry

Quick, make out with me.

“I just saw my ex. Quick, make out with me.” college AU Klance. Inspired by this long list of AUs and written because @panda013 inspired me to write Klance.


“Shit, who invited him?!” Lance glared at the door as Rollo waltzed in, looking like a movie star, which only made the whole situation that much more grating.

Pidge sighed, “I’m not drunk enough for this…”

Hunk straightened, “Don’t worry, man, we’re behind yo- Oh. Pidge is already gone.” Sure enough, she had already abandoned them for a refill of what was probably dangerously spiked punch.

And to add insult to injury, Keith waltzed over and made a face. “Who invited him?” he asked with the same level of disdain as Lance.

Lance looked over at him with a raised brow. “Wait. You know him?”

“Yeah, he dated me for a month and cheated on me with-”

“Nyma! Yeah, he cheated on me with her, too!”

Keith frowned. “He dated you?” His tone implied that he was sure Rollo’s standards had fallen since him if he dated Lance of all people.

Lance scowled. “You don’t have to sound so surprised.” He glanced over at the door. “Shit! He’s coming over!”

Keith rolled his eyes. “Of course he is. He probably heard you from down the street.”

Lance turned on him. “I’m not that loud! I’m-” He growled, finally noticing that Rollo hadn’t come alone. “Wait. Is that…”

Keith stared at the approaching pair of figures. “Did he bring Nyma?!”

Lance grabbed Keith’s shoulder. “Keith. Make out with me.”

“What?” Keith asked, eyes narrowing.

“Our ex is walking over, and we can prove we’re over him.”

“But we aren’t.”

“But he doesn’t know that,” Lance insisted.

“Why don’t you just make out with Hunk if you’re that desperate?” Keith hissed, his eyes darting to Nyma and Rollo, who were slowly making their way closer.

“We’re roommates, Keith. That would be awkward. Besides, he has a girlfriend.” Lance grimaced, “Look, I’m not looking forward to this any more than you are, but this helps both of us.”

“How does this help me exactly?”

“Would you just shut up and let me kiss you?”

“Lance-”

Hunk hissed a warning, “They’re almost here.”

“You can have my spot in the library for the next week.”

Keith inhaled sharply. Kissing Lance would be horrible, he was sure, but Lance had staked out the prime library spot for the past month and Keith was itching to dethrone him. It might actually be worth it. “Fine.”

Keith barely had time to finish the word before Lance was on him. Their nearly empty cups clattered to the ground as Lance wrapped one arm around Keith’s waist and tugged their bodies together. His other hand slipped over Keith’s jaw just in time to steady him for the bruising force that was Lance on a mission. Lance kissed him with every ounce of fierce determination Keith had come to expect from the man who was constantly working to break even with the top student in the class. Keith’s eyes slid closed, and his hands rested delicately on Lance’s hips.

Lance hadn’t quite expected the light pressure of Keith’s hands, and he certainly hadn’t expected Keith’s hair to be quite so soft when he finally took the opportunity to touch it. He was already planning to forget how warm Keith’s body felt and how they seemed to fit so well together. Given how often Lance spotted him at the gym, Keith’s frankly ridiculous muscles shouldn’t have been surprising, but it was one thing to see them in passing and another entirely to feel them rippling against his stomach. Lance broke away for a short gasp, his lips delightfully sensitive as he moved in for another kiss.

Keith didn’t bother pretending he didn’t want more. In fact, he tugged Lance’s hips closer, his thumbs slipping under Lance’s shirt to brush over his sides. Lance released a soft sound that he’d probably pretend wasn’t a moan once this was all said and done, but Keith knew better. He could feel just how much Lance was enjoying this the more he tugged their hips closer. So, he kissed back. He didn’t even register Hunk’s surprised “whoa” when he slipped his tongue into Lance’s mouth. While he somewhat wished he’d asked Lance to at least eat a breath mint first, the taste of alcohol wasn’t as bad as he’d expected. The fruity undercurrent of Lance’s drink almost made the taste pleasant.

Lance was not prepared for Keith to actually transform into an active participant in this impromptu makeout, but with the way Keith was using his tongue, he wasn’t exactly complaining. Keith’s thumbs rubbing small circles into his sides only made it harder to remember that this was Keith he was kissing. Keith, the most obnoxious guy in school. Keith, the one who always screwed up the curve for everyone else without even studying. Keith, his rival.

Keith, who was pulling away to breathe and currently staring at him with wide, wanting eyes. Keith, who was so absorbed, he hadn’t even noticed the way Rollo and Nyma were both eyeing them from only a foot away. Keith, who looked so incredibly hot, Lance had no idea how he could have missed it before.

Lance chuckled, his voice low and surprisingly rough. “Wow, babe… You really didn’t hold back, huh?”

Keith smirked. “Couldn’t let you upstage me.”

Lance dove in for another kiss as Hunk just shrugged at Rollo and Nyma.


Written in about an hour, so if you notice any errors, let me know! I tried to do a quick read through, but I may have missed something. :)

Slav’s Species Name

i’m not sure if anyones made a post about this yet! if so, i’m so sorry!

so this is really all speculation, and if anyone has any more input, i’d be really glad to hear it, but from what i’ve watched of season 2, i’m almost positive the name of slav’s alien species is Bytor. mainly because of that one quick scene in Stayin’ Alive, when Allura and the mice are playing charades. the mice stack atop each other, and start waving their paws around, a set of eight. Allura sees this and says:



while this is really really vague, i just found it interesting that they’d add this right after slav was introduced? 



Edit: i wanted to add this because i’d forgotten!

what does that make bytor water?

tbh, i just think hunk loosely described charades to the mice and allura, so they chose random words? I don’t think it’s an actual thing. 

and then theres the lil’ prisoner in s1 ep1 that looks really similar to slav, who’s most definitely a bytor, too! 

someone already added the picture, but i have one saved so why not lmao


^^^^ i’m sorry i know the edit is horrible but at least i tried (yikes) and also just want to say this is a really quick follow forever and i think my first one too bc i have to leave soon so i’m really sorry if i forgot anyone!!!!! also idk if this will blow up everyone’s notifs but im sorry again lol


so as you all know it’s christmas in tommorrow or in 2 days depending on where y’all live (OMG!!) and it’s also new years eve/day soon too so i just wanted to let y’all know that i love you and thank you for following me and for all these great friendships i’ve made this year on here and many more to come hopefully! and i hope y’all have a great christmas and 2017!! also this is a mutual ff!!


~ # ~

@99blossom, @1sadpeach, @1frealuv, @1taehyungs, @4taehyun, @6baekhyun, @1dean, @8000813,

~ a ~

@aeko, @angelyoong1,

~ b ~

@barefacedv, @blondemochi, @blossim, @bunnyguk, @baeksgrl, @bfjay, @bibinglca, @bittersweetdemons, @btssaveslives,

~ c ~

@chanyoel, @chanieears, @chimchimshi, @chimistic, @chanyeolsbandaid, @cyberboy2000, @conduckt,

~ d ~

@dramalandias, @daylwightx, @doitforsuga, @daegubean, @divineseokjin, @d4ngerousb0ys, @dongan-chan, @dewyjimin,

~ e ~

@essiebieber, @etherealyeol,

~ f ~

@fhawn,

~ g ~

@goddessofbaekhyun, @grlcrsh, @granoli, @girlbandfan1999,

~ h ~

@hobiichim, @hajunice, @hwasagf, @h0bispeach,

~ i ~

@i-wont-be, @illseok, @imhipwithdakidz,

~ j ~

@jimint, @jiminiesshi, @jjksfl, @jiminsangel, @jiminsguns, @jjonghyunsgf, @jiimilk, @jongin1of1, @justnoonathings, @jexxim, @jiminsesposa, @jikoookie, @jacksonhugs, @jacksonbabe, @jiiminiesjams, @justbwi,

~ k ~

@kthxy, @knjpeg, @keroro, @kimjjonghyun, @kingtae,

~ l ~

@leeheotaek, @lunasgf, @lalisamanobansgf, @lattae-kim,

~ m ~

@msjjk, @myangeltae, @mochimincepie, @motheroffeminists, @min—yoongi,

~ n ~

@naegeseo, @nerdae, @nuclearsugarbmb,

~ o ~

@owoozi,

~ p ~

@pahkjeemin, @pinkoceanmp4, @pjminis, @petit-yoongi, @parkjimin2, @prettyumin, @peaxhs, @pkjimxn, @plazium, @pcy-hoe,

~ r ~

@rainingrunaways, @rickonstarrk, @rapmonsteraddict, @rvelevet,

~ s ~

@shunnies, @seme-peppermint-hands, @softminyoongi, @softsmol, @soonpai, @sebootyz, @sweetgooeygirl, @somianti, @spooky-chenle, @stanluna, @sugaphile, @svgakookie, @sugaminthair, @sehunjimin, @scoups95, @seokjin-lester, @swammingpools, @smhsehun, @sehuns-wife, @skiesmochiiprincess,

~ t ~

@taesgrl, @trespassz, @thenovae, @taestybread,

~ v ~

@vhyng, @violetnpurple, @vernonpapi, @vihci,

~ w ~

@wheeinz, @wydjackson, @wingserajimin, @whatsyub, @weareuno,

 ~ x ~

@xenjoyouthx,

~ y ~

@yutogf, @yoonjingf, @yoo-jpg, @yoonmintzelo, @yutasoulmate, @you-got-noo-jams,

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I’m sorry that this isn’t very good. ^^“ Its late at night and this is only a small quick sketch. I promise that I am better than this. @burebu-luxiu MemoryFell is quickly becoming my favorite Undertale AU. I love how lighthearted and soft it is! I also really love Papyrus… but I am a shy person, so that’s why I hid when Papyrus turned around. 😂I just want a hug… I drew myself based on my icon that I made.

Okay, so it has seriously been years since I had my last follow forever. I have been super busy with school and I really appreciate the people that have stayed by me with this blog through thick and thin, as well as the new people that I have followed and became friends with. So, in order to show my appreciation, I wanted to make a follow forever. PS: Im really sorry if the edit looks crappy! I threw something together because its finals week and I made this while taking a quick study break from physical chemistry. So, here is the blogs that I absolutely love and cherish. Thank you, everyone! 

A-F

@all-hail-taeyeons-jawline @dahyun @candyeon @felicitae @ayoshidae @asoomatic @foreverfany

G-M

@girlqroup @jungkookiesncreme @nayeoff @hyoyu @nayeoh @interes-taeng @girls-generation @generesabal @jumataeng @hyoism @gglove93 @jessipls @idiotae @icepearls

N-Z

@sonesource @taeyeonified @taengs @sonuyhshidae @svnnyjjang @taeyeonies @taeyeoness @tiffkyu @tiffaeny @taendelion @yultra @ninepeas @taengtime @taenys @taenine @taengyeon-s @taenggeum @taengxic @taeny-ah @taeyeonniee @seoguma @ninthwish @taeoff @sweet-taeng @taecutie

attention // josh dun

sorry fam for the riverdale spam (unintentional rhyme), if you don’t watch the show i highly recommend it. here’s a quick fic requested by anon to make up for it :) 

She was perfect. The way her smile filled up the room as she smashed the drums with passion, her fingers curled around the wooden drumsticks with such immersion that I couldn’t help but sigh. Every move she made, every beat she played was absolutely beautiful. 

Half the reason I was so obsessed with this band was because of Y/n. The music was great, but I really wanted to see her. How she played was magnificent, and I was dying to see more. 

Now here I stood at one of their first concerts, a decent sized pub performance with a packed out crowd. The whole band was putting in as much effort as humanly possible, creating one of the most atmospheric shows I’d ever attended.

Yet I only had eyes for her. Slowly I made my way towards the front of the crowd, staying on the left side because that’s where she was positioned on stage. I pushed my way through and eventually found myself standing right in front of her, with only a gate and the edge of the stage separating us. 

I began to dance wildly, as surely that would capture her attention. She couldn’t miss me. My hands flew up into the air and spun around, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I felt my hair begin to become sticky from sweat, and it fell in my face in large yellow clumps.

As I attempted to blow it out of my face I shifted my eyes upwards. A pair of eyes and a laughing smile were looking down at me, and I felt my heart stop as I stared at her. She grinned at me, and I leant against the gate in a chilled expression to impress her slightly. I winked, and I swear I saw her blush.

A felt a creak beneath my arm as the metal fence beside me crashed down, taking me with it. I fell forwards, my wrist twisting uncomfortably beneath me as I landed. A let out a groan as the music stopped.

A strong pair of hands helped me to my feet, and I quickly thanked the man for his generosity. Embarrassment began to wash over me, and I felt my cheeks turning a bright shade of red. The man who had helped me ushered me towards the side of the stage, where a small door to the backstage area was located. 

I hurried through it with my wrist held protectively in my other hand. It stung slightly, but I tried to mask the pain.

“Hey, are you alright?” a voice asked from behind me, and I felt my body freeze. 

I spun around on the ball of my feet to face Y/n, her drumsticks dangling out of her fingers and an empathetic grin decorating her face. Her face was red from drumming, yet she still looked beautiful. I’d never seen her up close before.

“Uh, yeah I’m fine,” I mumbled out coolly, sounding too much like a douche. She giggled, before stepping towards me and taking my wrist in her hands. I winced slightly, and she frowned as she reviewed the damage.

“It doesn’t look too bad, I’ll just stick a quick bandage on it for you,” she smiled reassuringly, grabbing a medical kit from the bench beside her.

“Shouldn’t you be drumming now?” I questioned, realizing that there was no music playing outside. She shook her head.

“Yes, but I’m the only medical professional on site at the moment. Bit silly really, isn’t it? That they can’t even hire someone just in case someone was to lean on a metal gate and make it collapse,” she laughed, and I felt my face getting hot.

“Yeah, pretty silly,” I mumbled, immediately smacking myself internally. Y/n finished wrapping the bandage around my wrist, and grabbed a pin to make it stay in place.

“All done, although I’d recommend taking it a bit easy for the rest of the concert. No drumming for you for the next week, Josh Dun,” she smiled mischievously as I let my mouth drop open. I watched her walk out the door, leaving me to wonder how such a spectacular girl knew my name, and hoping the concert would end soon so I could see her again.

Playful Teasing || Kim Mingyu

Originally posted by jeonwuu

HI!!! I love your blog and I was wondering if maybe you could do a Seventeen Mingyu scenario when you guys have sex and afterwards the boys tease him because he comes home with a pair of panties in his back pocket. Thank you!

Thank you so much! As for your request I don’t write smut because it goes against my religious morals and I’m asexual so I don’t really feel comfortable about writing smut, but I changed it up to just write a quick drabble on the last part. I’m sorry to let you down, but maybe you could ask a different blog later if you really want to read something like this another time. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! xx



Mingyu made his way back to the dorm with a huge smile on his face and a small hop in his step. He had just come back from an amazing night spent with his ever so lovely girlfriend, [y/n]. At first it started out with snuggling and watching Disney movies all night had turned into something more steamy about half way through their marathon. The next thing he knew he woke up with his girlfriend lying on his chest, both of them stark naked underneath a blanket on the sofa. He can’t help but smile at the thought of everything that happened, every little detail and moment made his body fill with a sensation of happiness.


He felt bad for having to leave so early after they shared their first time with each other, but he did have about a thousand texts from each of his group members telling him that he needed to get his butt over to the dorm for a group meeting. [y/n] reassured him that it was fine and that she had work anyways. She kindly helped him by handing him his jeans and sneakers before seeing him out of her small apartment.


Once Mingyu arrived at the dorm, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, stepping inside immediately after. He was greeted by the rest of his group sitting around the living room area of the dorm, their leader Seungcheol motioning for him to take a seat. He ended up sitting in between Wonwoo and Dino, lounging his feet ontop of the small coffee table that they had set up. Seungcheol rolled his eyes and started off the group meeting by talking about ideas on what they would like their newest concept to be.


Mingyu started to zone out, which was no big surprise to anyone really. He never usually paid too much attention to group meetings in the dorm. Often times they would be about the new bathroom schedule or someone stole someone else’s underwear and they needed to by them a new pair before someone flips something. Usually he was never really the cause of the meetings so he tended not to pay attention. But this time even though it was about the band itself, he had other things on his mind. Things such as how soft her skin felt against his own, her messy and tangled hair through his fingers as she looked up at him drove him crazy, and the passion, oh the passion she gave him when they were intimate drove him over the edge and he knew that with just one of her ‘looks’, she had him like melted jelly in her hands…


“What about you, Mingyu?” Seungcheol asked, breaking Mingyu out of his trance.


“Uh…” He responded as he looked around, all eyes were one him.


Seungcheol sighed and shook his head. He stood up from his seat and looked at the rest of seventeen before rolling his eyes at Mingyu.


“You need to really start paying attention to these meetings,” He spoke as he finally dismissed the band to go off and do their own thing.


Mingyu stood up from his seat and bowed slightly at his leader, apologizing for not paying attention….agian. Seungcheol waved him off and excepted his apology.


“Mingyu’s just been in wonderland lately,” Wonwoo said to no one in particular, “It’s been like that ever since he met [y/n].”


“I have not,” Mingyu responded getting all defensive.


“Yeah, sure. If you say so,” Wonwoo said, adding a little pat to the right cheek of Mingyu rear end.


Mingyu’s cheeks flushed read at the contact for his best friend’s hand on his rump. Wonwoo on the otherhand gave a quizial look at the odd feeling of something in the pocket of Mingyu’s jeans. Now that he notices, there seemed to be some strange looking lump in his right pocket. Without thinking, Wonwoo reaches into Mingyu’s butt pocket and pulls out a rather red and lacy object.


“Oh my god!” Wonwoo exclaims as he lets out a loud laugh.


Mingyu turned around to face his friend and gasped at the object that he held in his hand. His entire face was bright red as he went to quickly grab the object from Wonwoo’s hand. Wonwoo only held it out of his reach and began to tease his best friend.


“Looks like I found out what Mingyu has been thinking about this entire time,” He said rather loudly, earning the attention from the rest of the band.


Snickers were heard coming from every direction and Mingyu wanted nothing more than to hide away from everyone out of embarrassment. He grabbed the lacy red panties from Wonwoo’s grasp and hid them behind his back from everyone. Once his face began to gain it’s color back, he turned to face the rest of his band.


“At least I’m getting some unlike the rest of you,” He spoke with a smug smirk as he walked away and into his shared room to call [y/n] up and tell her about the events that just happened, leaving everyone speechless.


“Hyung,” Dino spoke up as he looked towards Wonwoo, “What was that lacy thing in Mingyu’s pocket?”


(lmao this really sucked but it’s 3am and I’m feeling super hyper and awkward)

So I made a really quick anthro leg tutorial.  Honestly, it’s really similar to feral legs, but you have to pay attention to balance when you draw anthro characters.  I‘m not even the best at that, so I didn’t include it.  Just make sure that the character doesn’t look like they’re tipping over :o

Look at real animals to learn structure!! Thanks guys!~

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A quick sheith animatic I threw together for Valentine’s Day ♥

this is supposed to be kind of a warm up before I start working on my bigger sheith project~

Heyyyyyy there, sorry for the hiatus (which is still going to continue at least until June I think) but med school is really taking its toll on my spare time. Plus, my tablet is broken so I can only make pencil doodles until I get a new one

But anyway, I watched Moana about one month ago and I ADORED it. It’s definitely my favorite Disney movie ever, for a bunch of different reasons. So here’s a quick screencap redraw I made as warmup

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@usukfluff i really sorry for the late! [a long queue!] ;w; and the late halloween!, in apologies mode you a special angel demon and angel spy!

[[pd: i like the au! is cool and awesome!! and the artworks are cool too!]]

[and i know the queue was very late… i need submitt more than one for day….]

[i made this very quick ;w; forgive me !]

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Really quick Batman comic I call “Days after Release of Pokemon Go:Gotham City crime rate at all time low”

{{Quick fic I wrote after finishing my Christmas Eve festivities. A Coldflash Christmas, featuring a made-up Christmas gift and a smirking Leonard Snart. Doesn’t really follow what’s happening in the show, and I don’t care, haha. Not proofread, sorry! *Also contains a solid layer of cheese.}} 

“Spending Christmas Eve in the lab? Doesn’t sound very… Team Flash.” Snart’s voice drawled from the doorway and Barry rolled his eyes.

“Evil doesn’t rest.”

“Riiight.” Snart let himself in, shrugging off his parka. It had become a regular occurrence over the past few months, him coming to STAR Labs unannounced, now that he was doing his part to help the Flash. 

Barry sighed, his head hanging. “Iris is with Eddie and his family, Joe’s with his girlfriend, Caitlin went to visit with her Mom, Cisco is with his family, and–”

“–And you’re fighting crime?”

“Exactly.” Barry sat back in his chair, eyes closed. “I thought it would be a little bit busier on Christmas Eve.”

“If you want I can go rob a bank or something.”

Barry sat up, laughing, the hint of sadness in his eye fading. “Funny, Snart.” He spun in his chair to face the elder man, who was leaning against a desk not far away, making himself comfortable. “What are you doing here, Snart?”

“Well I came here to mope, but I see that it’s already been claimed.” Barry rolled his eyes and Snart smirked, crossing the floor in a few quick strides. “Here,” Snart’s blue eyes dropped to his feet and Barry swore he saw blush on the man’s cheeks as he reached inside the deep pocket of the parka and produced a gift, setting it on the desk in front of Barry and tossing his parka over chair.

“Wha–? You got me a present?”

“Don’t act so surprised. I’m a jolly person.” Snart smirked again and Barry laughed, taking the gift from the desk.

He turned it around his hands a few times, shaking it softly, much to Snart’s amusement. Slowly he plucked off the big, blue bow and undid the silver wrapping. Whatever it was had been tucked inside a box and Barry tore that apart, too, careful to take his time instead of just speeding through it. “A new notepad,” Barry grinned, turning it over in his hands. “Thanks, Snart. I always tear through these–”

“–Open it up, Barry.”

Barry was surprised at the use of his name and slowly opened the cover. His eyes scanned the page and he felt his heart race as he recognized the hand-writing. He read over the first sentence several times before turning wide eyes to Snart. “This is my Dad’s handwriting.”

“Yeah… Your Dad and I, we met in prison a few times. He was a good man. He gave me this, told me I needed it, and I did. But I think you need it more, now.” Snart explained, shrugging, trying to act as though the whole thing was nothing. 

He was surprised when he felt Barry’s arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Thank you,” He whispered, and Snart felt warm tears against his shoulder. Snart knew it was a wild mix of emotions and he wrapped his arms around Barry, holding him as the tears softly fell, as Barry bunched his hands into the fabric of Snart’s shirt.

“I didn’t get you anything,” Barry said as he pulled back, blinking his eyes a few times and wiping away a stray tear.

Snart laughed softly, there arms still resting against each other. “That’s where you’re wrong, Scarlet,” He smiled, looking at Barry’s bright eyes, the ones that had always looked at him as though he was worth something. “You have given me everything.” 

Hate To Love You

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Request: “My request is for a John x Reader (I am Laurens TRASH) where they are in a love-hate friendship and have blowout arguments and then one day they get to a REALLY bad fight that ends with the reader crying and a love confession and a kiss and all the drama and cheese you can handle”

Warnings: Swearing, angst

A/N: This got real, really quick, and I don’t know why I made it this angsty so I’m so sorry y’all, onto the story! (P.S., it’s a longer story so hope y’all brought some snacks!)


“Being the only one is this debate who was actually born here, I think I know more about my country’s history!” 

Alexander’s face contorted, you couldn’t tell if he was ready to scream, rant or hit Thomas. Or quite possibly, all the above. You felt your heart tighten for a moment at your brother’s jab, don’t get it twisted, you didn’t like Alexander by any means necessary, but it also wasn’t fair to insult him on something he couldn’t control.

You stepped in between them, placing a gentle hand on Thomas’ shoulder.

“Hey, lay off a little. Just be the bigger man and walk away.” You gave a warning look over your shoulder at Alexander, who stood a mere few inches from you, glaring. “It’d be best for you to do the same.”

These confrontations between Thomas and Alexander were a common happening, and you usually always jumped in to defend your brother. Well, your legal brother.

You had been taken in by the Jefferson’s when you were around five. Your parents were both heavy drug users and you had been taken away from them, placed into foster care within a week. You could still remember the fear you felt, five years old and wondering if you’d ever get to see your father’s face or feel your mother’s loving arms around you ever again. 

You remebered the day about two weeks into being in foster care when the Jefferson’s came to adopt you, and something you were positive you’d never forget; the first time you saw Thomas.

The strange woman, this woman that you had never met, the woman you trusted. She had come and visited you along with her husband for a few days now, each time bringing a new coloring book that you completed with exuberence. Each visit she and her husband would ask you different questions about yourself while you colored, like what your favorite color was, what food you liked to eat, what your favorite dessert was. You answered each with enthusiasm, it never crossed you as strange that these people would want to know so much about you, you were raised to respect adults and do what they asked.

Then, on their final visit, they had said they brought a surprise. Expecting it to be another coloring book, you glanced at their hands, slightly dissapointed when you didn’t find one. You turned your gaze back up to the woman’s smiling face.

“Um, miss? What’s the surprise?” You sheepishly inquired.

She winked at her husband, then parted away from him;only to reveal a little boy behind them.

He was a little taller than you, with a head full of frizzy brown hair that spang from his skull like a group of springs. His eyes shined and you couldn’t help but stare; you’d never seen brown in that shade before. You found it much prettier than your brown crayon. 

He smiled at you and stuck out his hand. “Hi! I’m Thomas! What’s your name?”

You nervously dropped your eyes to your feet, fidgeting nervously. “U-um…I’m (Y/N)…” You couldn’t seem to bring your voice above a whisper. 

“(Y/N)? Mommy and Daddy have been talking about you! Are you going to come live with us?” Your eyes shot up.

“Thomas, we haven’t asked her about that yet.” His father scolded him. He smiled sheepishly then dropped his gaze to his shoes.

“Oh…sorry.”

The woman ruffled his hair, which made him lift his eyes back up and to you. She kneeled down so that you could see her face up close, she had the same eyes as the little boy. “(Y/N), would you like to come live with us?” your eyes widened in surprise. Live with them? You thought you were living here? 

It was then that you realized; you weren’t going to go back home. You thought for a moment, maybe you could still see your mom and dad if you went to stay with these people, you were sure your parents would like them. The lady had kind eyes, like your mom. And the man had a warm smile, like your dad. And Thomas, he seemed nice enough, even if he was a little, like your mom would say, enthusiastic.

 You decided that it would be okay to live with these people for a while, they seemed nice enough. And you trusted them, not like the people that sometimes came to visit the house. Now those people you wouldn’t be okay with living with.

But, you did want to know something. 

“Um, miss?”

She smiled and nodded. “Yes dear?”

“Can I bring my coloring books?”

She and her husband both chuckled, then she nodded. “Of course you can honey. Of course you can.” You smiled.

“Then sure!” You looked at the boy, who like his father, had a warm smile. “Do you like to color too?”

He nodded. “Yeah! Come one, I can show you some of them when we get home!” He grabbed your hand and held it, and you giggled at his excitement.

For the first time in two weeks, you had a feeling that things were gonna be okay.


Ever since that day eleven years ago, you and Thomas had been practically inseperable. The man and woman who you’d later learn to call Peter and Jane often joked that you two were more like best friends than brother and sister. But it was true, you two did everything together, which also meant that Thomas could be extremely protective, sometimes to a fault.

But you were also protective over Thomas, because you knew along with his big heart, he had a big mouth. Which  is why you found yourself once again between him and Alexander, breaking up another heated argument.

“Don’t tell him what to do, especially since you weren’t even involved.” Someone stepped out from behind Alexander. 

Just fricking great. It was John Laurens.

John was as protective over Alex as you were over Thomas, and he often felt the need to butt in just at the wrong time. Just when things were dissapating.

But it wasn’t just the fact that he did this that caused your irritation towards the freckled-faced man, he always seemed to be taking jabs at you. Whenever you posed a theory in your A.P. Literature class on an interpretation of the text, he always had to shoot it down, to prove you wrong. Even when you knew you were right, hell, even when he knew you were right.

You two basically couldn’t stand each other as much as Thomas and Alexander couldn’t stand each other. Which made you even more frustrated when you found yourself getting flustered and blushing when his body accidentally brushed against yours.

It wasn’t that you had a crush on him, no that couldn’t be it. You just really liked the way that he walked, the way that he always tried to help someone in need, the way his hazel eyes sparkled when he was excited about something, the way that strands of his wild hair would sometimes fly out from the restraints of his ponytail…

Okay, fine. Maybe you had a crush on him. But he was such, such a nuisance that you knew you could never act on or acknowledge your feelings, even if now, as he stared at you with those eyes of his, you felt a blush creeping up your neck.

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Butt out Laurens, you weren’t involved either.”

“But I’m actually defending someone who isn’t wrong here.” He challenged, cocking a brow. You turned your body so that you were completely blocking Thomas and completely facing Alexander and John. 

“If you could just learn to shut your mouth and actually listen, maybe you’d realize that your buddy there isn’t completely innocent in what hapeened with my brother.” You shot back. 

Alex sighed, trying to calm John down. “It’s not even worth it anym-”

“Well maybe if you weren’t so quick to jump in and defend someone that’s not even your real brother, you’d realize that he’s the one who started it!” He angrily retorted.

Time seemed to stand still as his words ripped through your heart like a lead bullet. Not many people knew about your biggest inseecurity; never truly feeling like you were good enough for the Jefferson’s, even Thomas at times. But you had learned to get over that, because even if they lived in a bigger house than you had ever seen, and even if the price tag on the clothes they wore made your eyes almost pop out of your head, you had come to think of them as your family.

Tears formed at your eyes, and your thoughts became muddled. You couldn’t think of anything to shoot back, all you could hear was his words replaying over and over in your head.

Not even your real brother.

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife as the tears you fought so hard to hold back spilled down your cheeks. John’s face turned from one of anger and hostility to one of regret. “(Y/N)-”

But you didn’t give him time to finish, instead you ran from in front of Thomas, sprinting down the hall to an abandoned closet you often hid and did your homework in before class the day it was due.

Once inside, you leaned up against the wall and wiped your face with your sleeve. You knew that John didn’t like you, he made that apparent the day he met you, but you never thought he’d stoop so low.

Maybe…you were also hurt because you felt betrayed by your crush.

It was a double blow to your heart, one that kept the tears coming. After a few deep breaths though, you managed to calm yourself down enough to where you stopped crying, and started doubting. 

Maybe it was obvious that you didn’t belong with the Jefferson’s. Maybe you truly weren’t good enough for them. Maybe Thomas didn’t even like you, he just put up with you because he had to all these years. Maybe-

Your thoughts were interrupted as the door was flung open, John was shoved inside, and then slammed shut. You let out a surprised yelp and prayed that you couldn’t tell that you had been crying. But as he nervously lookedup at you with concerned eyes, you knew it was obvious.

You moved as far away from him as you could, then crossed your arms defensively over your chest, refusing to meet his pitiful gaze.

Silence hung in the air like a storm cloud about to go, and he was the first one to break it.

“(Y/N), what I said out there, I didn’t mean-”

“I know exactly what you meant John.” You curtly cut him off.

You saw his shoes take a step towards you.

“I-I don’t know why I even said that, look, I’m really sorry, it was a really shitty thing to say. And I know it’s not true-”

You chuckled bitterly, lifting your eyes to meet his. “Technically, it is Johnathan. I was taken away from my druggie parents, thrown into the foster system and then humbly saved by the Jeffersons!” You dramatically exclaimed. “But Thomas, he is my real brother, he’s the only one I can trust in this going to shit world and for you to even suggest that he isn’t,” you walked up to him, jabbing a finger into his chest, “You must have balls the size of coconuts. Don’t you ever talk about my family again, or I’ll do something alot more serious than just talk to you. And before you get involved in something that you have no place being involved in, you should learn what’s going on. Yes, Thomas made a dickhead comment, and yes, it was unnecessary but Alexander started it. And I was actually jumping in to defend him.” You huffed, breathing heavily. Your heart pounded angrily and you clenched your fists to stop them from shaking.

He stared at you, not saying a word. Then suddenly, he broke out into a wide smile. Then, he started laughing. You were perplexed and frankly, a little concerned. “What the hell are you laughing at?”

“I don’t know how I didn’t see it before, but you’ve got the same strong argumentative skills as your brother. Maybe that’s what draws me to you so strongly.” He smirked. 

You felt a hot blush creeping up your neck and settling on your cheeks. Draws him…he’s drawn to you?

“S-stop trying to flatter me just so you don’t feel like a dick.” You muttered, dropping your eyes to your shoes.

“But I’m really not trying toflatter you. I’m being serious.” You cocked a brow.

“But you hate me, you always have.”

He scratched his neck shyly and looked away. “I uh…I’ve never hated you, okay? It’s just, you’re Thomas Jefferson’s sister, and I’m Alexander Hamilton’s best friend…”

“Okay? Your point is?”

He sighed, then turned his eyes back to meet yours. “I’ve never hated you. I hated the fact that I can’t have you, becuase the truth is,” he took a deep breath, “I’m in love with you.”

You gasped and felt your heart conflicting. “You…why haven’t you ever said anything?”

“Because, Alexander, he wouldn’t understand. And Thomas,” he chuckled, “He’d kill me. I thought if I convinced myself that you were this terrible, unlikeable person, that I wouldn’t feel that way anymore. But the truth is, I couldn’t. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and I couldn’t stop loving you.”

All your previous anger dissolved, taking its place was something you’d hidden away ever since you tried to push away your feelings for John. For the first time that day, you smiled at him. “Me too.”

He furrowed his brows. “You too what?”

“I tried to convince myself to not love you. And,” you grabbed his hands in yours, “I failed miserably.”

He smiled, then wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and twirling you around, whcih proved to be a bit difficult in the small broom closet. You shrieked and laughed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “John!”

No sooner than he had put you down, Thomas and Alexander burst through the door, Thomas looked ready to fight while Alexanader just looked amused.

“LAURENS! HANDS OFF MY SISTER!” He seethed, stepping towards him.

You quickly escaped John’s arms and blocked Thomas, holding him back.

“No! Thomas, let me explain! He wasn’t hurting me!” 

He glared at John. “Then what the hell did I just hear and see?”

Alex chuckled, then laid a hand on your brother’s tense shoulder. “I believe we just interrupted something Jefferson.” He sent a knowing wink your way.

Thomas’ face went from angry to confused, looking between John and you. “Wait, interrupting what exactly?” Your blush grew darker.

You felt John’s arm snake around your shoulders. “You kind of interrupted a mutual confession of love bro. Kind of killed the mood.” John chuckled. 

He looked between you two again, and it finally clicked. He cringed and crossed his arms over his chest. “Um, are, is that, what?” You sighed.

“Thomas. I love him. He loves me. That’s what mutual means.” He rolled his eyes and Alexander chuckled next to him. 

“Come on Jefferson, let’s give these two love birds some privacy.” Thomas glared at him, then turned his attention back to John.

“If you even think about hurting her, I’ll make sure you’ll never be able to talk right again, got it?” He threatened. John nodded. 

“I won’t.” 

Thomas nodded, then sighed. “Good. Now I’m just gonna leave and pretend I never saw any of this and try to ignore the fact that my baby sister is dating my rival’s best friend.”

Alex nodded. “Same. By you guys!” He and Thomas walked out, shaking their heads. John turned back to you, smiling.

“Where were we?” You blushed, leaning in.

“Right about,” you stood on your tiptoes, gently pressing your lips to his, ignighting the spark that had turned into a full on raging fire, “here.”

He smiled against your lips. “I really am sorry for what I said earlier.” 

You smiled, looping your arms around his neck. “All is forgiven. But don’t mess with Thomas, I don’t think he’s joking about that threat.”

He chuckled, brushing a few strands of hair from your eyes. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Like that day so long ago, you had a feeling things were gonna be okay.