sigh such nice hair

k but whatever you do don’t think about iwa just staring at oikawa and being like “i want to fuck up your hair” and oikawa’s like ??? is this a sex thing or??? 

but no, iwa just sits down with a bunch of bobby pins and rubber bands and makes oikawa’s hair look utterly ridiculous and he’s fucking giggling the whole time too and oikawa’s just sitting there like ???? what is going on ???? and at the end iwa just stops and stares at him with the goopiest smile

and he’s like, fake sighing and like “i was hoping if you didn’t have all that nice hair you’d finally look as dumb as your personality, but…” and he squishes oikawa’s face into the weirdest face while shaking his head very seriously “… you’re cute whatever i do”

and then he bursts out laughing and kisses oikawa’s nose gently

oikawa is still so bewildered but he’s like “this is the cutest thing that’s ever happened to me” and lets iwa take a picture of him looking like a dipshit with his hair in shambles

psychicexpertavenue  asked:

holster knowing abt ransoms crush on chowder and them talking abt it and just nudging rans whenever chowder does something Cute or Sexy (or both bc lets be honest that boy,,) thats aimed at rans and rans commenting on his Goalie thin g (where hes super intense during the game and shit) like just the boys flirting bc that is my Shit

“Dude,” Holster says sympathetically.

I know,” Ransom sighs.

“You told him his helmet hair looked nice,” Holster winces.

I know,” Ransom repeats, not even trying to hide his grimace.

“I haven’t seen you be this off your game in… ever.” He puts an arm around Ransom’s shoulders, steering him back towards their corner of the locker room and away from the goalie stalls where Chowder is happily chatting with Jack.

“Maybe it’s because he’s a teammate?” Ransom shrugs.

“Nuh uh,” Holster shakes his head, “Freshman year you had Mitchy wrapped around your finger after two practices. This is something else.”

“God,” Ransom groans, “He’s just - fucking - do you see him right now?” He gestures over at where Chowder is sitting in his stall, running a hand through his hair and beaming up at Jack.

“Dirty pool,” Holster says, “Cute, hot, and a little bit crazy. Exactly your type. You never had a chance, bro.”

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My Boo: Tom Holland x Black Reader

I swear every time I say I’m done writing about this boy, I get new ideas😒So this idea literally came into my head based off the song ‘My Boo’ by Alicia Keys and Usher. Reader and Tom were childhood friends but part ways and then they both grow up to become famous. Will Reader’s new boyfriend get in the way of true love? 

Here’s the song, incase you want to listen to it for reference: My Boo- Usher, Alicia Keys

Word Length: 3k…


You were heartbroken that your family had to move to London, you still didn’t understand why but you remember your mom telling you that daddy had to work. “Come on Y/N! Let’s go meet our neighbors, I heard they have a son who is around your age.”

You took your mom’s hand and walked behind her as she led you to the house. Your squeezed your mom’s hand as she knocked on the door. “Hello!”

After being welcomed to come in you still stood behind your mom, “This is Y/N, she’s a little shy.” Your mom laughed. “She’s so beautiful, I have a son-Thomas!” She called. You watched as the young boy stomped in the living room, “Mum I was practicing-” He stopped and looked at you. “Tom, this is Y/N. She’s going to be our new neighbor.”

“Hello Y/N, I’m Tom.” He smiled and stuck out his hand. 

After that day you two played for hours, “Y/N!” Your mom called. “Yes?”, “It’s time to go honey.”

“Awe man.” You pouted, “See you later Tom.” You waved and he gave you a hug. “You’re gonna be my new best friend, okay?”

You smiled and nodded, “Okay.” You waved and ran to your mom

Age: 8

You were the only girl hanging out with Tom, Haz and a few other friends. “I don’t even know why you keep bringing her.” One of the guys said to Tom. “She’s my best friend.”

“Well you need to pick a new friend. She’s too girly and she cries a lot.”

“Hey!” You yelled folding your arms. Tom stopped and pulled you to the side, “Maybe you should sit this one out Y/N.”

“But I wanna go to the dance competition too!” You argued. Tom sighed, “Fine.” He grabbed your hand, “She’s coming I don’t care what you guys say, she’s my best friend.” He looked at you and smiled. The guys groaned and reluctantly let you go. 

Age: 12

You were finishing up your homework when you heard a quick set of knocks on your door. “Mom, someone’s at the door.” You yelled. She opened it and a frantic Tom came running in. “I got it.”

“Got what?” you asked. “I got the part in Billy Elliot!” He yelled jumping up and down. You screamed and hugged him, “That’s amazing!” 

He got you and your family tickets to see him an you were over the moon with excitement. 

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jointhefight  asked:

Trans!alex prompt: Doing hair/getting a haircut? Debates about coffee?

Alex would get haircuts occasionally. Not much, just a bit of a trim to keep his hair at shoulder level and the dead ends at bay. 

He was just walking back to his dorms when Thomas texted to meet him in the school coffee shop. Alex huffed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes, before setting off in the opposite direction and sending a quick text back to Thomas that he’ll be there in under ten minutes.

When he arrived a few minutes later he spotted his boyfriend sitting alone at a table and went to sit next to him. Thomas, who was previously looking down at his phone, glanced up at Alex and pushed a cup of coffee toward him. Alex took it gratefully from him and sipped at it’s hot contents.

“Hey, so what’s up?” Alex asked, placing the coffee back down on the table.

“Well,” Thomas started, without looking up, “I have an issue.” 

Alex took another sip out of his coffee, eyeing Thomas for a minute and when he realize that he wasn’t going to continue, Alex sighed and asked, “So what’s the issue then?”

Thomas grinned, finally putting his phone away and looking up at Alex. He blinked a couple of times, his grin widening, when he said, “You got a haircut, didn’t you?” 

Alex started, surprised, “Uh, yeah. I’m leaving it down for a bit, but the issue?”

“Right, right. Anyway, it looks good.” Thomas added, “But yes, the issue I have. So. Coffee.”

Alex stared at Thomas, his mouth open. “Coffee? Your issue is with…. Coffee?” 

Thomas sat back in his seat, arms crossed. “That’s right. You know it’s practically a drug right? Like, people can get addicted to that shit. I mean, how many cups of coffee do you drink a day?”

“Is this some kind of intervention or something?” Alex asked light heartedly, “Because if so, I’m just gonna go.”

Thomas went on, ignoring Alex, “I’m guessing you drink over five cups a day, I mean, that can’t be healthy.”

“Oh my god, you’re serious.” 

“And statistics say that you could be hospitalized if you drink more than eight. Eight cups a day! If I remember correctly you drink at least ten!” Said Thomas, motioning at Alex.

Alex sat back as well, grinning, amused. “Says you, aren’t you the one who bought me this cup here? I’m fine.”

“Ah yes, but what if I told you that what you’re drinking there, is decaf?” Said Thomas in a challenging tone, obviously eyeing Alex with interest at what he would say next.

Alex almost wanted to laugh. This whole situation was quite ridiculous, but he decided to play along. “Decaf?” He said, faking his shock. “How could you? You know I can’t survive without caffeinated coffee. Thomas, why have you done this?”

“I just wanted to see the effects of what was to come.” Thomas admitted.

“And here I thought…. I thought we had something special, Thomas. I’m shocked, really.” Alex replied overly dramatic as he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “I feel it already, my body weakening.”

At this, Thomas laughed, which actually shocked Alex. “Oh god damn, I couldn’t keep a straight face.” he said, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to hold back his glee. “You’re so dramatic, I knew you wouldn’t take me seriously.”

And Alex laughed too, he keeled over with laughter, hiding his face in his hands. The two of them laughed for what seemed forever, but eventually they pulled themselves together and sighed happily.

“But really, your hair does look nice.” Thomas finally said, his smile wider than ever.

“Thanks, love.” Alex replied, reaching for his coffee and then pausing. “Is it really decaf though?”

Thomas couldn’t help but burst out laughing again.

anonymous asked:

"Who were you with?"

Drunken nights at a bar isn’t typically your thing, but last night— last night was different. There was an ache making itself present, buried at the bottom of your heart. There was a raging desire to forget the sickening feeling inside you as the reminder of your verbal disagreement with your boyfriend took a twisted turn when you no longer had words to express to him and walked out of the house, ultimately finding yourself at a bar.

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anonymous asked:

Hello Astrid-chan! I hope you're having a good day today. This just popped into my head and thought it'd be funny. How would the suitors react to the princess kidnapping them?

Oh man… so I am a huge advocate of lady badasses, but when I read this I just… my first thought was of smol tiny princess attempting to drag Sid’s 6'2" body XD so I also went with a more humorous answer :)

Nico - *with a burlap sack over his head and hands tied behind his back* “You’re doing this all wrong, I’m 99.99% sure I can escape this knot…”

Albert - *with bag over his head* *shrieking* “Just don’t hurt the bunny!”

Byron - “Parley” (cuz.. the eyepatch … err)

Louis - *as she’s putting the bag over his head* “Not my hair… it looked so nice today…” *Sigh*

Rayvis - “This is like getting kidnapped by a kitten… like you’re so cute, but you could scratch my eyeballs out.”

Giles - “You’re getting some serious spankings later.”

Leo- *lies willingly on the ground* “This is where you tie me up, right?” *wiggles eyebrows*

Sid - “What are ya gonna do? You expect me to take you seriously?” *Princess pulls out a sword hidden under her skirt* “Ok, you’re serious.”

Alyn - “Well, this is kind of embarrassing as Captain of the Guard…”

Robert - “I’m really offended, I mean I’d go willingly if you asked nicely …”

anonymous asked:

Could you do a Troy/Reader where reader is afraid of Troy because she was almost killed with Luci Nick and Travis and tries to avoid and Troy doesn't like that you're afraid of him so he keeps following you around trying to get you to like him?

Word Count: 1013

Warnings: N/A

Characters: Troy Otto; Madison Clark; reader (Y/N).

It had been about a week since you’d arrived at the ranch. You had been in the helicopter when it crashed and Travis had been killed, and you’d taken it pretty hard. You were one of Madison’s students but since you now didn’t have a family of your own, the Clarks had become your family.

Madison seemed pretty comfortable in this new place, though you were anything but. Maybe it was the fact that Travis wasn’t there, or maybe it was Troy. Something about the guy put you on edge. You were with Nick, Travis and Luciana when the so called ‘experiments’ were taking place, and although Troy technically saved you by shooting down walkers when you were running to the helicopter, you still didn’t trust him - he was a loose cannon.

You could see what Madison was trying to do - she was trying to take advantage of Troy’s mummy issues, but you still didn’t like the situation. Troy had tried to win your approval on numerous occasions - opening doors, offering you the last coffee - that sort of mumbo jumbo, but you still only saw him as the guy who tried to kill your family in the name of science.

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Yesterday was my darling floof’s 6th birthday - geebus where does the time go??? - so I took him to visit friends and then went shopping with my mum.

…and I didn’t like my face when I woke up so I put on full makeup and, because my hairs also driving me batty, I threw on a wig.

Yup. This is how Cass works peeps. At least I’m decent at makeup and know how to wear wigs thanks to cosplay >>;


Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Epilogue

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: Jungkook is trouble, the kind of boy your mother warned you to stay away from, the kind of boy that would leave you heartbroken and alone without a second thought. You know he’s only going to hurt you, but you can’t stay away.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Chapter 1- Spring

You can’t exactly remember how it happened. 

Maybe it was the alcohol running through your body that caused you to act so irrationally, or perhaps it was the dim lighting, causing everything in the room to become a confusing blur. But somehow you were here, sitting in Jungkook’s lap at a party in some house belonging to a person you barely even knew.

You weren’t really the kind of person that went to house parties, especially on a school night when you knew really you should be studying. But you’d just needed to escape, you’d needed to run away from your dad’s shouting, your mother’s constant pressure, you’d needed some time to just forget about everything. 

So you asked one of your friends where the nearest house party was, gulped down as much alcohol as you could handle and somewhere along the line caught the eye of none other than Jeon Jungkook.

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And here’s the second part!!! This one goes to @evartandadam with THIS BEAUTIFUL PICTURE. I’ve been staring at it for so LONG wondering if I’d ever be able to fit it in, and I could T~~T Please read the wonderful analysis under the pic too!!!

Here’s the first part of this guy, and the whole fic on AO3.

…There were more feels then intended @___@

And Ignite Your Bones

    Genos looked down at his deep blue robes, making the final adjustments to his obi while his teacher stood behind him doing the same. For a moment Sensei’s hands idled and wandered and slipped, and with a rustle of black silk they snaked around his belly.

    Lips pressed against Genos’ neck and he shivered. “Yes, Sensei?” he laughed, dipping his head forward.

    More kisses answered him first. “Nothin’.”

    “Nothing? All these cuddles are for nothing, then?”

    “…Is it weird?”

    “No…” He tilted his jaw to the side as an eager mouth pushed forward. “But…I’ve been getting many cuddles for nothing, lately.”

    “…I like this yukata on you.”


    Sensei hovered for a second. “I…like your belt, too.”

    “I assumed. You spent a while on it… What were you doing, Sensei?”

    “Eh…” You could hear the flush on his cheeks. “Just getting the knot right.”


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RoseGarden | "Cuddling" | Ruby Rose x Oscar Pine
  • Oscar: *Hugs Ruby, from behind* Hey.
  • Ruby: *Smiles* Hey.
  • Oscar: *Tightens his grip, a bit, around her waist*
  • Oscar: *Places his chin on her shoulder*
  • Ruby: *Turns her head, a bit, leans forehead light against his cheek.
  • Ruby: *Plays with his hair*
  • Oscar: *Smiles* Your in a good mood, today.
  • Ruby: *Chuckles* I could say the same, about you.
  • Oscar: *Laughs softly*
  • Oscar: *Kisses her forehead*
  • Ruby: *Grins*
  • Oscar: *Pulls Ruby closer, into the backwards hug* Any plans?
  • Ruby: *Thinks for a moment* I think this is fine.
  • Oscar: What? Me holding you like this, and you playing with my hair?
  • Ruby: *Nods* Mhm. It's nice.
  • Oscar: *Sighs* Yeah. I like it, too. *Smiles*
  • Oscar: *Kisses Ruby*
  • Ruby: *Smiles into the kiss*
  • Oscar: *Pulls away* Just so you know, you're never getting out of my grasp.
  • Oscar: *Tightens his grip, a bit more, around her waist*
  • Ruby: OSCAR!
  • Oscar: Oh, you and I, both, know you don't want me to.
I Won’t Break

Originally posted by lost-shoe

Pairing: CainxReader
Word count: 2,198
Warnings: Smut
Author: Brittiny
Request: @gabriels-trix So since you want more Cain fic, how about one where Cain and reader have dated for a while (like near a year) and they haven’t had sex because Cain thinks she’s still to pure/innocent. But she manages to finally convince him. So fluff and smut plz 

Sighing, you pulled your hair up into a ponytail. It was finally nice enough that you could open all the windows in the cabin you shared with your boyfriend, and get some cleaning done. Not the usual cleaning, that deep cleaning that seems best done on the first day this warm. You were in a pair of shorts, and a loose tank top.

Cain walked in your room and smirked. You smiled at him in the mirror. “You could be in sweats and an old shirt and still be the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” He told you. Cain walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I take it by the open windows, and your attire that you plan to clean?”

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God of Destruction

Originally posted by taestylips

There are many words that could aptly describe Kim Namjoon. Brilliant, caring, warm-hearted, loyal, and friendly have all been tossed around but the most frequently used word would have to be destructive. His nickname, God of Destruction (most widely used teasingly by friends after another of his outlandish accidents), reflected exactly just how destructive Namjoon could be.

Wherever Namjoon went, destruction followed and everyone knew it. However, it was also widely known that Namjoon never meant to cause any harm. He just happened to be an awful mixture of clumsy, unlucky, and easily excitable.

Despite that dreadful mixture, Namjoon was one of the most wonderful people anyone could ever hope to meet. He won the hearts of all who encountered him with his charm and general good nature. He had a comforting air about him and drew people in like moths to a flame.

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Joyeux Noël

MariChat Week is over! ;O; It’s been a blast writing for my first love in this ridiculous square. Thank y’all for reading. *salutes* Also, have I mentioned I’m dying for a Christmas episode? MariChat Week Day 7: Purring.


He came to her in the early morning hours, after the mass and the dinner had wrapped up and the Parisians who weren’t going to party until dawn had gone to bed. Though the night was pitch black and overcast, the streets below were illuminated. He found Marinette staring dreamily out her window at the colorful tree in front of Notre Dame.

“Shame on you, Marinette. How is Père Noël expected to bring you anything if you don’t go to sleep?”

Marinette looked up at Chat, who had perched on her bed and grinned down at her from the loft. “He brought me you, didn’t he?”

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Luna looks up, startled, when Gwigsey bursts in. The startled look disappears with an eyeroll as Gwigsey finger-guns and starts sauntering forward.

“Hello Gwigsey,” Luna sighs, going back to arranging the bookshelf. “You look nice today. New hair colour?”

“Yep. This pink is three shades brighter than the last,” Gwigsey nods.

“Lovely. It’s becoming on you.”

“I don’t know what that means. It’s becoming me? How can my hair become me, that doesn’t make sense.”

“Gwigsey no-”

Luna is interrupted by the back room door crashing open. Raven hurries in, sliding on the recently polished hardwood flooring in her socks. She’s holding a chain in her fist and she looks like she’s about to be sick. 

Intelligent (Jefferson x Reader)

Requested by @wonderfullyrandomhamilton

“The reader grows up with a family that thinks girls can’t do anything so she isn’t allowed to read or write or express opinion. For some reason her father is forced to take her to a cabinet meeting and someone asks her opinion and she gives it timidly but her father yells at her and Jefferson saves the day?”

Words: 2,950

“(Name)! Get down here!”

The young woman jumped at her father’s voice as it came down from the parlor. She could hear his footsteps stomping up the home’s staircase as he advanced towards (Name)’s own room. She quickly dashed to her dresser to hide the book she had been reading.

Yes, reading was a secret (Name) kept from her family. Her father believed it was not a woman’s place to be intelligent, but that she should just stay and oversee the home and look pretty. (Name)’s mother and younger sister followed that ideal, and her older brother enforced it.

She smoothed her skirts as the father of the home slammed open the door to his oldest daughter’s room. “What in God’s name was taking you so long?” He questioned with a huff.

“Sorry, Father.” (Name) said meekly. “I was… Making sure my hair looked nice.”

The elderly politician sighed, shaking his head. “You need to learn from your mother. She can style her hair in three minutes flat.”

It took everything in (Name)’s being not to roll her eyes at that useless skill. There could be so much more to a woman besides her looks. Her father was too shallow to see that. “What was you needed, sir?”

“I need you to run out to the store and pick up a book for me.” He spoke, pulling a slip of paper from his coat pocket. “The local book store, across the street from the tailor shop. I’ve asked the shopkeeper to hold a book for me, and seeing as your mother and I are going out with your brother to see his betrothed and her family, and your sister is playing with her friend, you’re the only one available.”

(Name) nodded in understanding, walking to her father and taking the slip. “I’ll walk out with you, if you’d like.”

The girl’s father nodded. “Get your coat then. Your mother and I will be leaving with your brother shortly.” He spoke before leaving (Name)’s bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Doing as her father had instructed, (Name) pulled her coat from her dresser and left her room shortly after. Walking down the steps, she noticed her parents standing together with (Name)’s older brother, William. (Name)’s mother was brushing off William’s coat and being as nitpicky as usual.

“I hope that you have a wonderful time with Caroline and her family.” (Name) spoke, looking up to her older brother.

William nodded. “I do as well. Mr. Knox certainly can be intimidating.”

“Yes, well, being the Secretary of War to the president certainly adds to that.” (Name)’s mother mused as she linked arms with her husband, all too happy to flaunt her beautiful self with her powerful politician husband.

(Name) walked out with her family, waving to them once their paths parted. Thankful to get the chance to be alone for once, the young woman smiled as she made her way to the bookstore she had visited many times before. Without her family’s knowledge, of course.

The girl stepped into the store, breathing in the scent of ink and paper. She could see several people browsing through the isles of the store, glad to know that there were other intelligent people who enjoyed the joys of literature. Instead of going straight to the counter, (Name) wanted to take the chance herself to browse at the book spines. She didn’t get to do it as often as she would like, so why not seize the opportunity in front of her?

(Name) soon was absorbed in the many books that surrounded her as she wandered from the politics section to the science books, her brows rising as he noticed a new title among the authors that she had seen before. She reached up to inspect the book closer, but was cut off by a hand that belonged to the stranger to her right.

“Oh, please excuse me.” Spoke the stranger, his deep and yet smooth voice sending chills up (Name)’s spine.

Turning her head to the man, she took in his appearance. His skin was dark, and his facial hair added accent to his already defined jawline. His hair was a mess, and yet somehow orderly as it went out in almost all directions. His fashion sense… Well, he looked good in magenta and velvet. The cane he was carrying was just the slightest bit much, but it added to his charm.

“Oh, no sir, please.” (Name) smiled, stepping back. “By all means.”

The man chuckled, shaking his head. “No need, miss.” He replied, taking the book from the shelf and handing it to her. “I was just checking to see if my suspicions were correct. I have this book already at home.”

The young woman held the book, opening the cover and checking the printing date. “A book that was just printed last week?”

“I try to read in my spare time. Sadly I don’t get enough of it these days.” The man sighed.

(Name) chuckled. “I wish I had less free time, if you can believe it.” She sighed, flipping through the pages and admiring the sketches of different animals. “My father feels that it is only right for a woman to look pretty and not be intelligent.”

The man scoffed. “Ridiculous reasoning. A woman can certainly be intelligent and pretty.”

She smiled, nodding. “Thank you for agreeing with me, Mister…”

“Jefferson.” He answered, taking one of (Name)’s hands and bringing it to his lips. “Thomas Jefferson at your service.”

(Name)’s eyes widened. “Secretary of State, Thomas Jefferson?”

“The very same.” Thomas chuckled as he released (Name)’s hand. “And who might I have the honor of spending time with in this humble store?”

Trying to ignore the fanning color of her cheeks, (Name) smiled at the secretary. “(Name) (Last Name). And the honor is mine, sir.”

“(Last Name)… You wouldn’t happen to have any relation to a politician by the name of Nathanael (Last Name), would you?” Thomas asked with a quirked brow.

“My Father.”

Thomas clicked his tongue in distaste. “And here I thought I couldn’t like that man any less.”

(Name) smiled kindly at Thomas. “He has his faults… May I ask how you know him?”

“Henry Knox. He keeps claiming that he’s marrying one of his daughter’s off to Nathanael’s son. A merge of powers, or something along the lines of that.” Thomas explained with a wave of his hand. “Honestly, if your brother shares any of your beautiful genes, he can do so much better.”

And the red color that had once stained (Name)’s cheeks had returned. “Y-You’re too kind, Mr. Jefferson.”

“Please, just call me Thomas, Miss (Last Name).” He chuckled, offering (Name) a smile.

Returning the smile offered, (Name) nodded. “Then call me (Name), Thomas.”

The two continued their conversation, jumping between politics, science, and other types of literature that the two shared common interests. Eventually, (Name) knew she had to pick up the book her father had told her to retrieve.

“I’m really sorry that I have to leave, Thomas. Believe me, I wouldn’t want anything more than to have an actual conversation than return home to play with my sister’s hair.” (Name) smiled sadly at her new friend as she placed the book Thomas had handed her back on the shelf.

“Don’t you want the book?” Thomas asked with a quirked brow.

“I do, but I didn’t bring any money with me. I actually came to pick up a book for my father.” (Name) explained with a sigh. She walked to the counter of the store where she exchanged a quick greeting with the shopkeeper. After being handed the book her father had wanted, (Name) turned back to see Thomas watching her. “I do hope we get to see each other again, Mr. Jefferson.” She spoke before turning to leave.

(Name) only made it a yard or two away from the store before she heard her name being called.

“Hey!” Thomas spoke, walking up to (Name) with the book he had handed her to begin with. “You forgot this.”

“Thomas, I already said-”

“This gift. This gift that I’m giving to you.” He spoke, giving the young woman a smile as he handed her the book.

(Name)’s eyes widened. “Thomas, you really shouldn’t have.”

“I wanted to, so you could commemorate this wonderful meeting with something you can enjoy.” He explained with a chuckle.

“That’s… Very kind of you, Thomas.” (Name) smiled as she took the book.

Thomas returned the smile. “I do hope we meet again, (Name).”

“As do I, Thomas.” (Name) replied as she turned and walked down the cobblestone path of New York, clutching the two books to her chest as she went.

“Mother, I don’t see why I need your help. I can do my own hair.” (Name) complained as she looked at her mother’s reflection in the mirror.

The elder woman scoffed. “(Name), you’ve been invited to a cabinet meeting and you’re accompanying your father and brother. You need to look the part of a politician’s daughter.”

“Just because Mr. Knox wants to see what his future brother-in-law and his future children-in-law watch him show off in front of the president and the rest of the cabinet doesn’t mean I need to be there just to look pretty.” (Name) mumbled, hating the idea of just sitting and looking pretty for the other men of the cabinet. Of course, the idea of seeing Thomas in action did sound appealing.

“(Name), this could be an opportunity for you and your father. You may very well find a suitor interested in courting you at the meeting.” The mother tried to soothe as she pinned (Name)’s hair into place.

She already had someone in mind. Since meeting Thomas almost four months ago, she had listened to his many rantings and jokes about a Secretary of the Treasury. She also had the pleasure of meeting James Madison, a close friend of Thomas. (Name) and Thomas had grown close since they met… Quite close.

I already have someone in mind, not that Father would approve… (Name) thought as her mother stepped away to find some makeup. “Oh Mother, please. Not the makeup!”

“(Name)! The thought of even leaving the house without makeup is unthinkable for a young lady such as yourself!” Exclaimed (Name)’s mother as she pulled out the brushes and powders.

(Name) sighed. This was going to be a long day… At least seeing Thomas would be worth it.

“Need I remind you good gentlemen of something? When we were on death’s door and needy, we made a promise and finalized it with a treaty! When we were in need of money, guns, and a chance, what country provided us of what we needed?” Thomas exclaimed to those members of the cabinet and those who sat in the meeting.

(Name) sat in between her father and brother, watching as the other members of the cabinet listened to the Secretary of State.

“France.” Answered James from his seat.

“Exactly!” Exclaimed an audience member that agreed with Thomas.

Thomas nodded in return. “Thank you!” He turned back to the other members of the cabinet. “They didn’t ask for land in return! They only wanted us to assure that if they fought against their own oppressors, we would step up and lend a hand!” The Secretary of State sneered at a man in a green coat, his dark hair slicked back against his head. “But our Treasury Secretary, our dear Alexander Hamilton forgets that! Dressing like fake royalty while smelling of new money, all he does is betray the ideals of our nation that France helped us establish!”

Voices of agreement and opposition sounded throughout the room, (Name) shrunk as her father and brother joined the chorus of opposition.

George Washington let Alexander Hamilton speak his piece, and it was the exact opposite of what Thomas was saying. (Name) could feel her own blood boil in her veins as Alexander spoke of not honoring the treaty made with France. Thomas had told her of Marquis de Lafayette, how the Frenchman would speak of his friends that he made while fighting in the war for America’s independence.

Before the president could open his mouth again, Thomas interjected. “Excuse me! Mr. President, I cannot be the only one in this room who feels this way! Isn’t there anyone who wishes to say their piece? Anyone at all?”

(Name) wanted nothing more than to stand and say her piece. She could see Henry Knox sneer, her father chuckling next to her, and her brother muttering something about “That damn Southern Democratic Republican getting desperate.”

Just then, Thomas’ eyes met (Name)’s. She could see herself that he was pleading for someone to stand, and he certainly was desperate.

Washington opened his mouth to speak, but (Name) stood. Sounds of surprise and shock resounded from the room, her own father and brother looking up at (Name) shocked.

“Yes? What say you?” Thomas asked (Name) as she stepped up from her seat and away from her family.

“I say this,” (Name) spoke. “Say we do step back from our treaty with France? What happens when they win? What repercussions would we face? Not only Britain, but France could interfere with our ships in Europe! Not let us dock when we need to, lose trade opportunities, and whatever else. Are we willing to risk that?

“And another thing! Do any of you members who served with a Monsieur Lafayette truly wish to forget everything he’s done for our country just so we can turn our backs on his? Yes, I believe he is a smart man, but he put his faith in America and helped us fight for our independence, why shouldn’t we help France fight for theirs?!”

Shouts of opinions resounded through the halls, Washington tried to call for order but hardly anyone listened. (Name) met Thomas’ eyes and smiled at him, seeing his face was bright with a smile as well. She stepped to join him, but felt a hand on hr arm and yank her out of the room and into the hall.

“What in the name of God were you thinking?!” Exclaimed (Name)’s father, his face red with anger. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?!”

“I stated my opinion-”

“You’ve ruined our family!! Knox’s face was so red, I thought he would burst! If he steps back on the engagement because of this fiasco, we’ll be living on the streets!!”

(Name) opened her mouth, but her father wouldn’t let her get a word in. He just kept spitting insults, and they stung enough to bring tears to the young woman’s eyes.

“My God, when the hell did my own flesh and blood think it would be a good idea to actually sound intelligent for once? Why couldn’t you be like your mother or your sister and just smile?! But no! You just had to open your mouth for Jefferson! No respectable Federalist would ever look up to us again because of what you’ve done!”

“She has done something noble.”

(Name) and her father turned to see Thomas walking towards them. His jaw clenched in anger.

“She took a stand in order to help our friends across the sea, and the fact that you can’t recognize that is just shameful. But nothing amounts to what you’re doing to her, what your whole family is doing to her!” Thomas exclaimed.

“And just what are we doing?” Seethed the father.

Thomas stepped up to the girl’s father, glaring down at him. “You’re keeping a brilliant mind trapped under hairpins and makeup! She can be so much more, but you won’t let her express herself or let her flourish into what she can be! How can a father such as yourself do that?”

(Name)’s father clicked his tongue in disgust. “As far as I’m concerned, the only daughter I have is thirteen years old and that I need to clear out that spare bedroom in my house.” He growled before storming back into the meeting room.

The young woman wilted slightly as the severity of what she had done hit her. She bit her lip as to contain a sob that wanted to badly to escape her throat.

“Shh, my dear. Don’t cry, please.” Thomas murmured as he turned (Name) to face him, gently wiping her tears away from her cheeks. “I’m so sorry… This is my fault.”

(Name) shook her head, looking up at Thomas. “No… I needed to do that, and what I said needed to be said… My father just can’t accept it… And I have nowhere to go now…”

“Not true.” Thomas spoke, giving (Name) a smile. “(Name), would you do me the pleasure of allowing me to court you?”

The girl let out a watery laugh. “Thomas, I just go disowned by my family and you want to court me just moments after?”

He laughed as well, cupping her cheeks. “Yes. You are an amazing woman, you deserve to be heard, and I intend for that to happen. But first, we must get your belongings out of that dreadful place.” He stepped back, offering his arm to (Name). “Shall we?”

“But what the meeting?” (Name) asked.

Thomas shrugged. “Washington settled on Hamilton’s idea. I’ll be angry about it later, but now I want to help get my lovely girl settled in her new home with me.”

The young woman smiled, walking with Thomas as the two left the hall. “I cannot wait to see the look on my mother’s face when she sees the suitor I brought home.”