ugh this disgusts me

Dear People Who Smoke

I don’t know if you have considered this but stop smoking in areas where people are forced to wait at. Don’t smoke at crosswalks. Don’t smoke outside doorways. Don’t smoke at bus stops. People with asthma or other breathing conditions or people that idk DON’T WANT TO BREATHE IN YOUR CIGARETTE SMOKE are trying to get to places and need to be able to breathe. Stop smoking in crowded areas. stop smoking in crowded areas. STOP FORCING NONSMOKERS TO SECOND HAND SMOKE. 

The Night She Took (My Breath Away) SMUT (NSFW 18+)

A/N: Hi guys. I have no idea where is came from but here it is. The titles is from this song I Don’t Know Her Name by Bad Boy Blue and I think the lyrics are perfect for this song. Also, idfc by Blackbear helped me with the smut. Thank you thank you thank you to @writing-obrien for helping with this. She’s such a lifesaver, She’s always there to jump in and take over.

Warning: SMUTTT, Slight alcohol abuse(I mean their drunk so), mentions for drugs

Word Count: 5482

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

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i really hope there is more to the story. the “he told you” gives me hope that maybe they didn’t go through with it. it’s a big step for malec and after baiting us like that just leaving us hanging meanwhile jace got scenes with random chicks not cool man so not cool.

All a stage (Reader x Yondu Udonta)

A/N: I’ve been looking for a way to use this song in any of my fics. It’s suuuuuch a good cover. I am a broken human being, btw. Warning: Spoilers ahead!

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Originally posted by scorpling

I don’t want your number (no)
I don’t want to give you mine and (no)
I don’t want to meet you nowhere (no)
Don’t want none of your time and
No, I don’t want no scrub

Yondu Udonta liked to see your performances when he could. It wasn’t often, but every time he did appear, you were glad. It meant he was still alive and still safe. No one knew, but every time you saw that Centurian in the crowd, your performances would be particularly phenomenal that evening.

You liked to joke and tell him that he was your lucky charm and that he should visit more often, but the both of you knew it was just a half-hearted ploy for him to see you more because anytime he was at your side, he was safe. Anytime he was away was another chance for him to be gone forever.

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Me: god i hate Felix so much hes the actual anthropomorphic personification of douchiness itself ugh hes so disgusting and slimy and just i hate him so m-

Me: *sees art of Felix* oh hello attractive tangerine boy

Me: i still hate you

Wool Socks - George Weasley

Prompt: Reader steals George’s socks before a cuddling session, which Fred rudely interrupts.

Word count: 1,389

Warning: None(:


It was magnificent what a change in weather did to the world. With the snow pouring down around the atmosphere like a snow globe, the homey landscape outside the Burrow appear as a scenery straight from a Hallmark holiday card.

There were no visible lights, other than the strings placed around the wooden hut. Flashes of red, green, blue, and yellow flickered on a timed schedule. All the world was silent while the snow cascaded down to the ground in a soothing waterfall pattern.

You positioned your weight forward, hands clenching the window sill. The prepossessing sight was more captivating than any show you had witnessed before. Winter was a beautiful season despite the harsh cold brought along with the change of season.

The snow blanketed ground seemed so near though as you pressed your hand against the chilling glass perception struck unmasking the hundreds of feet down to the covered ground.

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High school au where Jean is an anti-social shy boy with an angry face yet innocent and Marcos an overly friendly outgoing romantic jock, who has started obssessing over Jean when he first lays his eyes on him and Jean thinks he’s a bit creepy but slowly finds his pampering and spoiling treatment endearing. -shiver-

-blink- Marco showers Jean with gifts, flowers and embarrassing honest comments everyday because Jean is the first to make him that gay and Jean keeps running away from all the mush.

M: “Jean! I found these flowers and they remind me of-“
J: “*backaway*”
M: “- ! I wasn’t gonna say ‘ur eyes’ like last time Jean! -chuckle- I was ‘bout to say yo - aaa - rosy - cheeks???”
J: “*turns into a tomato and run*”
M: “Jean your flower!”


-dead-

Peeping Tom

When I was twelve years old I peeped into a girl’s window for the first and last time.

I lived in a pretty boisterous area of town, not too far away from the nearby college. Right down the street was a house leased to a group of maybe five to six girls. The neighborhood didn’t mind them, they didn’t have crazy parties or trash the place. In fact one of them had a habit of bringing my mom cookies, as a thank you for being so welcoming to the area.

It’s how my brother Elliot got the idea in the first place.

Carla was honestly really nice. Had a great smile, always had a joke to crack, and was even nice to me. However, Elliot had a different thought process, having two years of age on me and a little less respect.

“Carla has rainbow polka dot panties, you know.”

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Irritating

Originally posted by hohbi

Member: Jungkook (BTS)

Genre: fluff

Word count: 320

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“Y/n?”

You were in a situation of great irritation. Jungkook is there, sitting next to you on the couch just to provoke you while finishing your project on your laptop. He called your name once again, this being the time you gave up from ignoring.

“What Jungkook?” You growled. A cheeky smile grew on his lips. “Hi.”

You chased him. “FROM THE 5 MINUTES YOU WERE CALLING MY NAME, THAT’S WHAT YOU WANTED TO TELL ME?” You yelled running upstairs, back, around the kitchen, and into the backyard where the pool was.

Jungkook faced you, a look of pure fear on his face. You took a step forward. He took one back.

Another step.

And another.

He was now standing at the rim of the pool. You flashed him a mischievous grin. “Please. Don’t-” You pushed him into the pool, his arms flailing all over before his whole body reached the freezing water.

You laughed as he got out, his normal t-shirt and sweatpants turning into a wet and droopy mess.

“Was that really necessary?” He asked, trying his best to squeeze his shirt dry, but utterly failing. “I guess so.” You chuckled.

Him wringing his shirt still gave him no luck, so he decided to take it off. That’s when your eyes went wide and glued to his abdomen, finding defined abs that are very noticeable.

You didn’t even realize he was looking at you until he softly called your name again. You looked up to see a smug smirk on Jungkook’s face. “SHIT!” You screamed and ran away, which turned into some more chasing.

He tackled you down on the bed in the bedroom, his wet sweatpants making your legs cold. “Aww~ my baby can’t resist me.” he cooed embracing you. “Ugh. You disgust me.” You said making fake gagging noises. “But you know you love me.” “Or do I?”

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Turbulence. (NSFW 18+)

A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this one. I will proof read this again later.

WARNING: Smut, Oral (Male on Female) 

Word Count: 2391


Originally posted by dylanobriengirl


“Boarding pass please?” The attendant asked me with a smile as she extended her hand expectantly.

I placed my pass into her hand and returned her smile.

“Thank you, miss.” She stood at a protium with a scanner built into the top. She flipped my boarding pass over to the side that has the barcode, scans it, and handed it back to me. “You’re all set. Here ya go and thank you for flying Air Canada.”

I smiled at her and followed the other guests down the large corridor that led to the plane. We were at a standstill as some of the guests weren’t sure where to go. I stood and waited with rest of them, but inside I wanted to scream. I had been away from home for two weeks. Two whole freaking weeks on business. My company was footing the bill for this trip, but nevertheless I was ready to be back in my own bed.

“Oh, Mr. O’Brien.” I heard the stewardess call.

A guy in khakis and a backwards baseball cap sporting the New York Mets emblem was next in line. He steps forward with very dashing smile.

“Just Dylan.” He chuckles handing the woman his pass.

“Yes, Dylan. Looks like you’re in seat F1, business class.” She’s blushing, I can see it even from here. But suddenly something clicks, Dylan O’Brien? As in the Dylan O’Brien. A huge wave excitement washes over me. The Mets hat confirms it, right? Dylan freaking O’Brien is on my plane! I suddenly find myself eternally grateful for being on this business trip.

I was a mess with anxiety when I finally got to the stewardess. I was bouncing from foot to foot wanting just a glimpse of the famous celebrity.

“Alrighty let’s see.” She smiles taking my pass from me and looking it over. “Looks like you’re in F2, a window seat.”

I barely heard her as I boarded the plane. I scanned over the aisles to find my seat, and admittedly Dylan O’Brien too.

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F. I see my row and hurry along to not hold up the line any further. I don’t see anyone in the aisle seat only a backpack. I scoot into my assigned place next to the window. I’ve check my other luggage and only brought a oversized bag to hold my other things in. I set on the floor between my legs and pull out my phone, headphones, and laptop. I open up the tray of the seat in front of me and set up my little hub that will save me from of boredom.

Just as I’ve found the perfect playlist of songs to listen to, my companion for the next few hours makes his appearance. He lifts his backpack up and replaces himself in the seat. I look over at him and give a polite smile, when my heart leaps into my mouth. It was him! I couldn’t freaking believe it. He returned my smile with a smile that showed all his teeth, but I do notice him take a quick survey of the rest of me as her does. I was sure I would faint any second.

“Yellowcard? Love them.” He says looking from my phone in my hand to me again.

“What? Oh yeah! They’re one of my favorite bands.” I say, my heart beating so loud I’m sure he’ll hear it.

“Yeah, they’re pretty great.” He replied stroking his chin and looking away with a smile.

I think the conversation is over as he zips opens his backpack and pulls out his own phone. I face forward again, and send a quick text to my mom.

“Have you ever heard of this band?” He asks as he leaning closer to me our arms touching. I look at his screen and read the name, I’d never heard of them. I shake my head at him answering his question.

“Ooh! You’re missing out.” He chuckles and hands me an ear bud. I take it from him, sticking it in my ear. He hits play and the sound of drums, guitars, and bases fill my ears. It’s a upbeat song and I bob my head with the easy beat.

“Good right?” He asks excitedly. I look over at him and he’s already looking at me. Our faces our inches away, and I watch as his eyes flicker from my eyes to lips and back again. I don’t think I was suppose to notice but I do.

“So good!” I say nervously.

“Ladies and Gentleman, can you please shut off or put on airplane mode all devices as we will be taking off shortly.”

Dylan and I separate from each other, me a little more reluctantly,  and settle into our seats. The flight attendant goes over all the safety precautions and flight details then a few minutes we’re moving. I squirm in my chair a little nervous for take off, which in my opinion, is the worst part. It slow at first, just driving around to get in position, then without warning we begin to speed up. I bite my bottom lip, squeeze my eyes shut, and grasp the armrest so hard I’m sure I’ll break it. Just as I feel the plane lift from the ground, a warm hand covers mine and gives it a gentle squeeze. I don’t even open my eyes too look at him, somewhat embarrassed but his touch calms me down a little bit.

“Breathe.” He whispers into my ear, and my body obeys him. Exhaling a breath I didn’t know I was holding. The plane levels out and like that it’s over. I look over at him and smile.

“Sorry.” I say.

“For what?” He asks confusion making a physical apperance on his face.

I shrug because I’m not really sure what it is I’m sorry for.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything. Flying sucks. I get it.” I could grab his face and kiss him for being so understanding. He removes his hand from mine and I’m a little sad that he does.

“So what you to Vancouver?” He asks as he set his backpack under the seat in front of him.

“Who says I was in Vancouver?” I tease.

He laughs. “Okay, what brings you to Canada?”

“Business.” I reply vaugely. “What about you?”

“Business as well.” He answers.

“Oh really, What is it that you do?” I smirk, although I already know the answer.

I sense that he picks up on this from the smile he gives me.

“Oh, I do contruction.” He winks at me.

I’m almost lost for words at the motion, but try to recover quickly.

“Oh really?” I say with feigned interest. “I hear that a booming buiness now aday.”

“Yeah! Like you wouldn’t beileve.” He laughs raising his eyebrows as he does. “My name’s Dylan, by the way.” he adds.

“Oh, I’m so rude. I’m-”

“Nice to meet you. I’m So Rude.” He smirks cutting me off.

I act hurt, placing my hand on my chest. “Fine, you don’t get to know my name now.”

“Oh come on, I’m So Rude. Don’t live up to your name.” He leans in a little closer to me and bats his lashes.

I slap his chest playfully, pushing him away from me and laugh.

“Fine, Dylan. I’m-”

“Exsuce me, Ma’am and Sir. What would you like to drink?” The attendant asked interupting me.

She blushing as she asks the question, doubtly becuase of Dylan and I roll my eyes.

“What do you got?” He asks.

“We have Coke products, Grape, Apple, and Cranberry juices. As far as alcoholic beverages, we have vodka, red and white wine, tequila, and Jager.” She lists.

Dylan screws up his face like he’s actually going to throw up at the sound of the last two options.

“Ugh, just ginger ale for me.” The sound of disgust still evident in his voice.

“I’ll have a Sprite, please.” I laugh.

She nods as she heads off behind a current at the front of the cabin.

An hour into the flight Dylan and I are properly accquaintened. I know both of his dogs name, all about the Mets, the plot to all of the Star Wars movies, and most importantly that he is single.

***

“But you’re like hot. There’s no way guys aren’t all over you.” I laugh and cover my face with my hand.

“I am not “hot.” I said pulling my hand from my face to use air quotations. “And I didn’t say guys weren’t all over me, I said I haven’t found the right guy.”

“Who’s the right guy?” he asks finishing off the last of his fourth ginger ale.

“Someone that can make me laugh, and loves to be outside but also enjoy days in…” I go on but Dylan rolls his eyes sarcastically and looks down, shaking his head. He’s only playing with me but I decided to have some fun of my own. “…And someone that can fuck my brains out.”

His smile vanishes from his face as he whips his head back up to look at me. I bust out in uncontrollable laughter. “Too easy, O’Brien.”

He smirks. “You couldn’t handle someone fucking your brains out anyway.”

I stop laughing almost instantly surprised he’s keeping this perticular conversation going. He has a satisfied smile on his face like he thinks that he’s successfully stumped me.

“I could take that and more.” I challenge, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“Doubt it.” He says seeming bored and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh whatever, you scream vanilla.” I tell him.

He looks at me and gaps. “Me? Vanilla?” he points to himself with his index finger.

I nodded trying to contain the smile slipping passed my lips.

“Your idea of fucking is probably so missionary, you might as well start knocking on people’s doors.” He retorts.

“Oh, little vanilla Dylan. Your idea of fucking only last two seconds.” And I have succeeded in making him speechless. I smile triumphantly at him, my nose in the air with pride. He rolls his eyes at me in annoyance.

“Have ever even been fingered?” He asks, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Um, yeah.” I say as if it were obvious.

He considers this as rubs chin along his exquisite jawline.

“But did you come?” He asked finally, and my pride is swallowed up then replaced with timidness.

“Uh, well I mean…like technically-”

I’m cut off by his snickering.

“Technically?” He mocks, humor coating his words.

“Oh like you’ve truly ever made a girl actually come.” I say defensively.

“Yeah.” He replies without hesitation and full of arrogance.

“How do you know they were faking it? Most girls fake it.”

“Have you?”

“All of them.”

Dylan’s eyes widen in surprise. “No.”

“Mmhmm.” I nod.

“That’s not possible. You can’t tell me you’ve never come before.” He said in complete disbelief.

“I’ve made myself come, but no one ever been able to.” I shrugged.

“Refill Mr.- I mean Dylan.” The flirty stewardess interrupted. M

He turns to me, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. What is he thinking?

“Yes, Allison. If you don’t mind.” He hands his cup over to her and she basically skips away with glee.

The second she disappears behind the red curtain, he shifts his body so he’s once again facing me. He quickly lifts the armrest that separates our two chairs and gives me devious smile.

“I bet I can make you come before she is back and it’ll be the most mindblowing orgasm you’ve ever had.” He says his eyes alive with excitement.

My mouth drops open, he can’t be serious? He glides his hand to my knee and begins stroking it gently with his thumb. Instantly my panties are soaked. He licks his bottom lip and anxiously looks over his shoulder for the stewardess return.

This is fucking Dylan O’Brien! I would have to completely out of my mind to say no to anything he offered me.

“You’re on.” I say spreading my legs a little wider, giving him better access.

He slides his hand up from my knee beneath my skirt and to my soaked panties. He smirks at me as he rubs slow circles into my clothed sex. He looks so sexy, his eyes dark unlike his usual burning amber and even though I know I should be resisting him it’s not easy. I bite down hard on my bottom lip doing my best to contain a moan. He doesn’t tease me long as he put my lacy fabric to the side and slips one finger into me, and I jolt forward nearly crying out.

“Shhh.” he hushed me but I can feel his eyes watching me intently.

I cover my mouth muffling my whimpers as he long finger pump in and out of me faster and faster right over my sweet spot. He found it so quickly and attacked so smoothly I had to say I was impressed. A fire starts to burn deep inside me, and I’m astonished that he might actually accomplish his goal.

“Fuck.” I whimper as quietly as I can manage.

“That’s right.” He coaxes. “Come for me baby.”

I shake my head, refusing to let him win. But he initiates another attack by snaking his other hand up my skirt and returning his torturing rhythm on my clit, circling faster than before pushing closer to my climax. I see rustling among the red curtains, I know that I only have to last a few more seconds. But just as she emerges, Dylan bites down softly on the spot just beneath my neck, my sweet spot. I can’t hold it any longer, and I come. Hard and intense, it’s taking everything in me not to scream in pure pleasure. Dylan sits right in his seat as she comes over handing him his ginger ale.

“Thanks Allison.” He winks at her, I think she might melt right there.

She looks over at me with an odd expression making me realize the ridiculous grin that plastered on my face. I’m on too much of a high to even pretend to be normal. She walks away to check on the other guest, and I’m sure she’s convinced that I’m crazy.

“Now,” he says taking a sip of his drink. “Tell me, how fake was that?”

I love and adore voltron, we have been blessed with such a fantastic and welcoming cast, and we have all these fantastic characters we get to explore.

So why is the fandom fucking disgusting.

Horoscope AU Drabble

a/n: finally got to write something down after being away (impromptu vacation to boston) uh, because there should be magical, horoscope fluff for everyone. And also amazing au/art inspired me ;o;
Summary: Burrdosia horoscope fluff.
tags/dedications: ALL CREDIT // INSPIRATION by the awesome art and au by @drawinggheys and @avenoire probably one of the more lighthearted things I got to think up. ^^
w/c: 1843
Warning: none, other than sugary fluff.

“She’s beautiful…” Burr muttered. From behind a large tree, Burr tilted his wide brimmed hat upward, pushing the sheer veil aside as he watched an angel sit by a pool of water. She dipped her feet into the water and went on with her business of plucking petals off a flower, dropping the petals on to the surface of the pool. Aaron didn’t have the heart or the nerve to go over and speak with Theodosia. He was sure he was well aware of what a nervous wreck of a man he was. If all he could do was watch, his heart drumming in his ribs.

There was a small breeze from behind him that tickled the back of his neck and a voice that purred lowly. “Oh yeah, she is pretty.”

“FAA!!” Burr nearly jumped out of his skin, his hat fell off him and rolled along it’s side like a coin. He covered his mouth with one hand then, covered Alexander’s with another. He watched from the corner of his eye as his hat rolled away towards the pool and fell into the water. “Shit…” He hissed watching as Theodosia eyed the hat, watching it bob and float along the water.

A dark shadow started to rise up from the depths of the pool and popped up right under the hat. “What a drab little thing.” Angelica pulled the hat off her head and looked it over a few times. “Doesn’t this belong to…”

“Aaron” Theodosia mused, she wasn’t surprised. “He’s hiding in the trees with Alexander.” She giggled softly, keeping her voice low so only Angelica could hear.

The siren turned up her nose and looked around, trying to spot the peeping toms from the trees…She couldn’t immediately tell where they were but frowned disapprovingly. “Watching like some creep, ugh that disgusts me.” She tossed the hat back to the pond’s edge, slowly Angelica swam up to the shore and pulled herself up. Half of her body covered in beautiful, iridescent scales, they were almost holographic, catching the light and reflecting nearly every color in the rainbow. “Hiding like that, cowards.” She still sounded cross, her hands slowly ringing out the water out of her curls.

The Cancer giggled again, pulled her hand to her warming face. “…I think he just a little shy” it was funny for her to assume, she knew Aaron was just shy. She had foreseen his various attempts to come out and speak, and the inevitable chickening out immediately afterward. “It’s cute…”

“If you say so. You know his intentions better than I do…” Though the way she said it sounded like she was doubtful. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you actually like him” Angelica wasn’t an oracle but Theodosia was now holding Burr’s hat, gently running her fingers over the rim. Angelica didn’t say a word, Theodosia knew what she would say anyway. Instead the girl decided to get even.

She didn’t utter a word of what she knew what would happen next.

“Aaron come on, you’ll never get anywhere with her unless you stop waiting around behind this tree and do something. Say hello” Alexander nudged him a bit. With a glare, Burr suddenly vanished and moved aside, Alexander nudged the air and nearly tripped over himself. “Real mature Burr.” He eyed the ladies sitting by the pond. An idea popped into his head, he’d show Aaron how easy it was to speak to the ladies. After all, Alexander had no problems in that department. He scurried up the tree and positioned himself.

Slowly Theodosia pulled her feet from the water and stood up, Angelica had finally finished ringing out most of the water from her hair was now bathing in sunlight.

From the branch Alexander lightened the density of his body, and so when he jumped off from the branch his body soared in the air casting a shadow over the pond. Before Angelica could react, Alexander suddenly made himself a lot heavier and cannonballed himself into the pond. The splash effect was massive, large waves rolled over the shore and showered anyone within two feet of the pond. “Ladies” Alexander purred after his head broke surface. His legs now a fully formed fin propelling him towards them.

While Theodosia had used Aaron’s hat to shield her from most of the water from where she stood. Her lack of warning left Angelica in range to be drenched. Her face, glowering at Hamilton as he drew near. “Alexander…” She growled, her hair was damp again and hung over her face like a curtain. She parted the drenched curls and frowned at him. “What are you doing here?”

“What? Do I need a reason to spend time with my favorite girl.” He smiled, a voice from bushes broke Alexander’s smile with fact.

“That’s a lie, Angelica isn’t your favorite girl.” Peggy beamed, “and you do have a reason.” She giggled, flanked by a horned woman who was giving Hamilton the coldest stare imaginable.

Maria didn’t say a word, she took a hard stance and slowly twisted her twist. A rock spire formed under Alexander and rose up. Before he could be impaled Alexander swam aside and huffed having seen his life nearly flash before his eyes. “What was that for?” He pushed himself up onto the shore and assessed the damage, nothing but a minor scrape on his forearm.

“For being a liar.” Taurus took a spot beside Angelica and began to ring out her hair for her.

“He’s hurt.” Theodosia frowned a tad concerned. No one needed Theodosia’s ability to know it wasn’t anything serious but she was not one to condone violence. “You should be nicer to him…he was only trying to help his friend.” Theodosia smiled softly, seeing Alexander’s intentions to build some confidence into Burr. Instinctively she turned her head staring right where Burr had been watching, while still invisible to most, and gave him a soft smile.

“That’s right, I was assisting Burr by showing him talking to women is nothing to be worried about. I do it just fine.” He beamed, earning nothing but eye rolls from three of the four girls present. He wasn’t doing a good job, Hamilton was right about to call it quits when a familiar face made her way over to to them.

“I’ve been looking for you two everywhere.” Eliza pouted, picking a few twigs from her bun.

“Eliza! If it isn’t the most beautiful girl in the place.” Alexander purred, eyes were on Peggy who gave a solid nod. Alexander dreamily smiled at her, resting his chin on his hand.

“Alexander, you’re hurt…” Eliza knelt down and gently took his arm in her hands. She pulled him a bit closer and gently snapped her fingers, a small blue flame appearing right above her finger times. At first, Hamilton’s face was pale with worry, it was a natural reaction to not want to be close to flames… The moment her flame touched his skin it was warm and soothing, not at all painful. Slowly the raw skin started to knit together and heal itself like new.

Angelica rolled her eyes, “Hardly, it’s barely a cut.” Her eyes fluttered close as Maria’s strong hands drained the water from her curls completely leaving them bouncy and semi-dried.

“I was fine Eliza, I barely even felt it.” He smiled, rubbing the smooth skin. It was like he never had a scape to begin with. “Thank you.”

“Honestly, Eliza you spoil him.”

“You two should be nicer to him.”

The girls began to bicker back and forth over their characterization of Hamilton. All the while Alexander bathed in the attention, good or bad, in some way he was being fought over by girls.

From the safety of the trees Burr watched as Alexander stole the show once again. Chaos following after, though… Alexander had a point. Whether it was good or bad, he was at least noticed. Slowly he started to walk away finding it pointless. At least he was invisible and escaping  with his head hung low wasn’t going to be a problem.

So he thought.

Aaron walked right into Theodosia who was standing there with his hand stretched out. Even while he was invisible she near relatively where he was. “Sorry…your hat is wet.” She spoke looking around knowing Burr was nearby. She couldn’t pinpoint exactly where but she knew he was around. “I know you’ve been meaning to talk to me…I have to say each attempt you’ve had would have been a good one.” She admit it slowly turning the hat in her hand. After a long pause she looked down, biting her lip a little. “You know…it’s kind of embarrassing for me to speak without knowing you’re here or not…”

Slowly Burr made himself visible again and gulped. “T-Thanks…for uh…bringing me by hat.” He held out his hands for it. Gently she placed the hat in his hands and he immediately plopped it on his head. The veil covered his face and more or less covered his nervous, twitchy expression. All of the times he thought of what to say to her and now he was here he couldn’t remember a damn one. He wanted to vanish again, disappear, run away, heck he’d like Maria impale him with a stoney spike if it meant leaving this anxious feeling behind.

“Would you like to take a walk with me, Aaron?” Theodosia offered. Burr snapped his head up, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Really?” Burr slowly pulled the veil back, making sure Theodosia was absolutely serious. “But…what about–”

Theodosia turned her head to the direction of the pond, the voices still overlapping each other. It was hard to tell if they were still bickering or if they had waned into actual conversation. “…the pond is rather crowded and … I think I’ve had my full of the chatter…”

Slowly Burr’s lips twitched into a smile, he held out his arm to Theodosia and slowly she wrapped her arms around him. They walked slow, silent, sharing only soft smiles and skittish glances for the time being.

After most of the chatter had died down. Alexander and Angelica no longer at odds enjoyed each other’s company in the water. Maria and Peggy basked in what remained of the sunlight beside Eliza who was watching over them all. After a moment Eliza realized they were one short and glanced around, “Where did Theodosia go?”

Alexander immediately looked around and frowned. “She left? Damn…guess Aaron missed his shot again.” He shook his head. “Poor guy is never going to get it in with Theo…” He shrugged floating on the top of the water. “You know I almost feel sorry for him.”

By the time the sun had set, and everyone had agreed it was more than enough time had been spent swimming. Most would be surprised to find Theodosia sitting ‘alone’ watching the sun set and the night fall. Her head leaned up against the air supported by a sweet and nervous unseen force.

  • Random Person From My Class (RPFMC): *finds smut I may or may not have tried to write*
  • RPFDMC: What IS this? What is this gay shit? DIsgusting!
  • Me: Excuse me, that´s mine.
  • RPFMC: YOURS? How can you write something this tasteless, this disgusting?
  • Me: It´s called fanfiction.
  • RPFMC: Ugh, noway! That is SO disgusting! You should feel ashamed of yourself for writing something like thiss!
  • Me: I should really start making a list...
  • RPFMC: A list? Of what?
  • Me: Of all the idiots thinking they can tell me not to (try and fail to) write smut and actually expect me to stop doing it. If ignorance is bliss these people must be feeling amazing!