#does the image of them having tea minding their gay business and being shocked by the bs beam itself into my head every time? also yes

[draw-you-coward]

POV u discover "straight tok" or overhear your neighbours screaming at each other while ur in a normal nontoxic relationship

[nightswithkookmin]

More Pictures of Tae and Jennie are out and at this point I'm kinda feeling bad for taekookers, at the same time they had it coming, shipping a ship that was barely there in the first place Vope was more realer than taekook that's how much content tae kook had. But anyways I'm starting to approve of Tae and Jennie before I was like hell no but now I don't mind it, do I think he could do better yes but at the end of the day it's his happiness, and that I approve of.

Oops I'm dead again

I knew they were fucked the moment it was with miss Jennie. Poor tuktukkers🥲

It breaks my heart for them

Its them coming up eith elaborate theories to explain why JK's brother allowed Jikook tags on his page for me. That was the last straw

Claiming the original poster unarchived her post- if all it takes for tags to show up on his page is to unarchive posts he's already tagged in, why don't yall unarchive your posts as well?? You know you want to

The lies they tell on Beyonce's internet.

About these two.

You know I saw one tuktukkers on my timeline saying they believe the dating rumors now but the leg and nose in the photos don't look like Tae at all....

To be honest I think Hybe needs to put all this to rest now. Confirm it or deny it and let us move on with our lives. I'm getting tired of saesangs putting their relationship in my face every few sec. They screwing. Cool. Know who else is screwing? EVERYBODY.

This is getting too much attention than it should. And it's becoming too much of new old news every single minute. It's like they don't want us to forget and the minute it dies down it circles back up. Which saesang has the time to orchestrate something like this? Serving tea one teaspoon full at a time?

Feels like a whole marketing ploy.

It was shocking, titillating the first few times, now it's just plain annoying.

And I'm gay. I do not want to hear nothing bout heterosexual people on my timeline always

Make it stop. Hybe. End it please. I can't take it anymore. They broken my ear with it😫

This certainly isn't my favorite couple reveal moment and this whole trajectory of the reveal leaves such a poor taste in my mouth. They are not being photographed on the streets by paparazzi or even being outed by owners of the places they staying. No. These are images ordinarily no one but them would have access to💀

And they all going about their lives like it's the most normal thing. When one word from either of them and both camps would nip this. Just one word.

If it was privacy invasion I know HYBE WOULD HAVE SLAPPED WHOEVER IS BEHIND IT WITH A SUIT. Tae would have cussed them out himself. Someone from both camps is behind it with their blessings. I said it.

People want to act like everyone wants to hide their relationship when it's like but if you've ever been in love especially the first time you just want to shout it to the whole world💀 Free Jikook in gcf.

I take little to no stock whatsoever in their dynamic. But out of love and respect for Taehyung I wish them well. Wish he's happy.

Tae deserves to be happy. If she makes him happy and he makes her happy- which he will cos I know that man a lover and she's very lucky to have him. Very, very lucky. Not sure I can say same for her cos I don't know her like that. Let's hope she does else I'm rallying up tuktukker's and starting a riot.

You'd be surprised how many people will lose interest in them the moment they confirm it. I'm here for BTS, to support their music and make them rich at my expense, what they do in their private capacity with private persons and persons outside BTS is none of my business.

But this whole Romeo and juliet trope they have going on irks me. They out there living their best forbidden love romance trope life thinking we don't want to see them together- like no. We just don't care 🤷🏾

Some of us just don't care at all😫

Miss Jennie lost her wow factor two public relationships ago for us to care who she dates anymore sorry💀

Then on the other hand, because this is Tae's first public relationship we care so much and have so many judgements to pass cos in our eyes no one deserves Tae but us🥺

But we do see the power couple potential they have😏

I just wish Jennie was Tae's second public relationship not his first.

Their shippers must be so happy 😊

That said, if Namjoon wanna date someone say tall, skinny, Asian, female, who is into pilates👀

Anyway this has been a rather satisfying jikook karma moment 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I'll be in tuktukland all day🥳

[writingshirbert]

A Royal mistake

Prompt: Gilbert is jealous at Roy. Set after 3x06

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In the last few months a strange feeling of loneliness clouded his life. It was as if something was missing and the way it made him feel made him think the missing piece must've been crucial. He spent his summer working the farm with Bash, walking the woods with Delphine in his arms, accompanying Matthew Cuthbert in his barn in fixing an old typewriter of his, one that he had promised to give Gilbert afterwards. Sundays and Saturdays he went to Charlottetown to see Winnie, they went to tea or simply just walked around, sometimes dropping by to see doctor Ward, but that was all. He had found their conversations turning to idle chatter and started feeling more and more like they've ran out of topics to talk about. The lesson of tea etiquette she had given him on their first date had come in handy, Gilbert resolving to talking about the weather and decor much more than usual. He was certain Winifred felt this shift in their relationship as well, as she started talking about moving to Europe with her auntie. Perhaps she will find a better beaux there, Gilbert thought to himself. He also couldn't help but notice his decreased lack of interest in her romantically, she had become a good friend, however all the attraction he felt towards her in the beginning had faded away. Mary's words about marrying for love echoed in his head every time he thought about taking the next step in this courtship, making him unable to do it. This can't be what love feels like, right? It is the stuff of tales and novels, wars had been fought over love, so surely it must feel different... Anne Shirley-Cuthbert had accompanied him on the train rides in July, bit distant but still providing pleasant company. He didn't know why she went so frequently, but he had no business to meddle in her life. Marilla had allowed it, that's all he needed to know. In August, she was gone. After Diana Barry went away for finishing school in Paris, Anne had perished from Avonlea. It crossed his mind that she went to spend the last month with her, but he was sure the Cuthberts would never allow Anne to travel such distance. He thought it best he didn't ask, it was enough that the image of Anne flooded his thoughts every night before bed, appeared in his dreams and in the morning, first thing with the crow of the rooster. It was a strange unpleasant feeling, it couldn't be love either, because it hurt, right? He needn't think about her during the day. But he did so anyways. He thought about why she stopped coming by their house, stopped comparing their notes in class, stopped giving him excited glances during the science lessons, stopped teasing him about his grammar, didn't once look in his eyes during the barn dance at the fair and started snapping at him at the meetings of the Avonlea Gazette and much more. She was still there, but she just wasn't there for him anymore. He saw her sometimes when he came home to take a break from the heat, but she talked mainly with Bash and usually perished away quite quickly. When they tied for Queens she didn't come to congratulate him and only replied with a thanks when he did, using none of her usual witty humor. She was quite well in other ways, always being her gay shiny self with others, which hurt even more. He told himself he didn't care and that was that.

"Gilbert Blythe, how lovely to see you this fine afternoon," the voice of Rachel Lynde echoed behind his back. He was waiting in line at the shop, looking to get some cucumber seeds, as August was the time to plant them, when a bulky lady appeared behind him. He liked Rachel just fine, however he wasn't in the mood for her sharp chatter, so he prayed the line would move quickly. At the counter an older gentleman was carefully counting dried dates, an abundance of them in Gilbert's opinion, dropping some on the ground and picking them up very slowly. He sighed loudly.

"How do you do, Mrs Lynde?" He smiled at her.

"Such a nice boy you are... You're turning into a fine young man I can tell ya. And handsome, too," she winked. "I'm quite well, thank you for asking. I'm getting some flour for Marilla Cuthbert, seeing as Anne is staying with Miss Barry for the time being and Matthew and Jerry are busy with farm work, she hasn't anyone to run these errands for her. She doesn't know I went, of course. That woman doesn't like help, such a shame... She is getting older, you know. I went over to tea yesterday and saw she was running low on flour, so I thought I'd do her a favor and pick some up for her."

He had become accustomed to Rachel's rumblings, usually paying them no mind, for his father had always set a good example in such matters. Gossip isn't healthy, and howbeit it's more of a womanly thing, you still can't escape it as a man. However a part of her monologue caught his mind.

"Anne's in Charlottetown?" He heard himself say without thinking.

"Oh yes. Why, you see, she's become quite good friends with that Mackenzie boy Josephine Barry's taken into her care. Plus, she wanted to familiarize herself with the town more, now that she's going to live there while she's at Queens. Her house isn't close to Queens, but Cole rides to his academy in a carriage every morning, so there's no trouble taking her too. She's even started moving her things there! Oh, how I don't understand that Barry woman. Having had ten children of my own, I can't imagine taking more of them into my home at such age. But I suppose she must be all lonely in that big house of hers. Don't be so glum, Anne will be back in Green Gables last week of summer. I do have to admit, I gave that Anne girl hell when she first came to Avonlea, but I too do miss her company dearly. She's a strange one, to say at least, but one can't help but love her, can one?" she laughed.

"I can't imagine how Marilla must miss her... But she's almost a woman now and one must expect her getting on her own feet sooner or later. I heard she's even got a chum there... Poor Marilla, I hadn't had the heart to tell her about it. She still sees her as a little girl," Rachel shook her head disapprovingly...

"And what about you, Gilbert? I know you have a sweetheart of your own..." Rachel grinned.

The line has moved a little bit, so they both took a step forward. "Yes, she's great," he said rather unconvincingly. His mind kept trailing to an image of Anne walking arm in arm with another man and he felt an unfamiliar feeling rise up in his chest.

"And to imagine both you and Anne might marry into such wealthy families, you have a good life ahead of ya... I told you he's wealthy, did I not? Very handsome too, such as yourself... Oh, how wonderful it is to be young and in love... I would do anything to relive my youth with Thomas, but I suppose being an old married couple has it's charms too. It's so strange, after seeing you and Anne dance in school I thought you were sweet on each other. I can see now that I was mistaken, although I don't mind as much, seeing how well everything worked out anyways."

Sweet on each other, he thought... So if other people had noticed, it couldn't have been all in his head. If Rachel Lynde wasn't staring at him, he would probably go bang his head against a wall.

He was relieved when he saw Miss Stacy enter the shop and head towards them. "Oh, Rachel, please do relieve this boy from the reins of your chatter," his former teacher laughed. "Young boys don't care about the problems of us old folk."

Muriel Stacy winked at him. "It's good to see you, Gilbert. I hope you're not working yourself to the bone and have found some time for relaxation this summer. A good book always does good for one's soul."

The walk back home felt longer than usual, uncomfortable thoughts creeping into his mind. He thought about paying Anne a visit tomorrow while he's at Charlottetown, maybe he could even catch up with Cole while he's at it, but then changed his mind. She hasn't mentioned leaving, in fact she didn't even come to say goodbye, even if it was just a three week visit. She obviously doesn't want him getting involved.

The following day he felt especially lost at tea with Winnie, remaining silent for most of it.

"Is something troubling you, dear?" she asked. "I feel like Mr Bones would be a more garrulous company than you today," she cracked a joke, but he didn't laugh.

"I'm sorry, Winnie."

"You needn't apologize, just tell me what I can do to cheer you up."

He looked thoroughly at the woman sitting in front of him. She was smiling at him with her ocean blue eyes, her hair perfectly done as always. She was wearing a very fashionable golden yellow dress and she was undeniably beautiful. And smart. And funny. She was almost perfect. There was one fault however, which was preventing him from loving her fully. She wasn't Anne.

"I don't think we are right for each other, Winifred."

She looked down, a little shocked but not mad, like he thought she would be. After a little while she sighed, nodding. "You know I would be perfectly happy with you. But I have to admit this relationship doesn't give me much thrill, if that's what you're talking about."

"I feel that way too. I hope you're not hurt," he said, taking her arm. "I like you very much, Winnie."

"Oh, I am hurt a little, but I do understand, because I feel it too... We could marry and live a life that would be just fine, but maybe there should be more to it indeed. I like you very much too, Gilbert Blythe. I hope we'll remain friends."

He stayed sitting for a while after Winnie left, the tea was still warm and he had plenty of time before his train left, so he decided to think everything through.

If Anne had really felt something for him back then, it's natural she was hurt when he brought Winifred to the town fair. She did run off and acted rather strangely, but acting strangely isn't unusual for Anne and that's why he didn't put it all together... He smiled at the memory of the judges spitting out Anne's cake. He knows he shouldn't, but oh, that really was rather amusing. Poor Anne, he thought.

Gazing out of the window, he saw Cole MacKenzie on the street talking with a tall dark young man. He stood up abruptly, threw money on the table and left, running after them.

"Cole," he shouted and waved, crossing the street. Cole turned around and smiled, taller and older than Gilbert remembered him.

"Gilbert," he said, shaking his hand. "Long time no see..."

Gilbert nodded, studying the guy he was with. He was rich, that much was obvious from the way that he dressed. Gilbert thought him objectively handsome too, with his dark curly hair and dark complexion, Gilbert could see him being a lady magnet.

"This is my classmate, Royal Gardner," Cole introduced him and Royal shook his head, extending his hand to Gilbert.

"Just call me Roy, please. Cole likes to introduce me by my full name to make people uncomfortable and I can see it's working. My parents are rather funny people, you see..."

"Where's Anne?" He blurted out and earned himself a strange look from Roy, but he didn't care.

"She's in the library, you know how she gets around books," Cole grinned. "We were just on our way to see her, do you want to join us?"

Gilbert thought about it. He did really want to see her, but he thought it might look weird if he just appeared before her. "Oh no, I couldn't, you obviously have other plans, I wouldn't want to intrude."

Cole laughed.

"No, not at all, come... We can catch up on the way."

So Gilbert walked with them. Cole told him about his life at the academy, he was obviously much happier and Gilbert was glad for that. He hadn't seen him in two years, but it was as if they never parted, conversation flowing easily between them. Gilbert didn't have many friends his age, but Cole was much more mature than most boys in Avonlea and very easy to talk to. Roy was a funny lad, Gilbert observed. He too used a lot of big words, kind of like Anne, but it seemed as if he used them less seriously, just for fun and to show off his high class education. When they reached the library, Anne was already standing outside waiting for them. She gave Gilbert a surprised look but she didn't seem bothered by his presence.

"Gilbert, how unexpected..." she said, walking over to him. "How are you? How's everything in Avonlea? Is Matthew and Marilla well?"

He assured her they were well and promised to give them both her regards. He saw Roy leaning into Anne's side, she didn't flinch in the slightest, which showed this was something normal for them. He kissed her hand and she gave him a brief smile, but remained focused on Gilbert. "What are you doing here? Visiting Winnie? You know, I get what you like about her... We met a few days ago and I've discovered a kindred spirit in her."

He smiled at that. Of course she and Anne would get along, they're both amazing women.

"She and I, uh... Parted ways."

Anne's look was unreadable.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

He didn't stay long. Roy muttered something about them being late to tea at Miss Barry's and the trio took off, Anne holding Royal's hand as they walked. Looking at her in the arms of another man, a wealthy, tall and good looking man made anger bubble up inside of Gilbert. He realized right in that moment that not admitting his feelings to her back then was truly a Royal mistake on his part.

[get-something-to-write]

an endeavor with flowers

Maria goes off to buy flowers for Eliza, realizing she’s allergic to flowers and has to find a solution in order to not sneeze all over them until she reaches Eliza’s place. Lots of awkward contact ensues

Credit to @cresiendo for giving me the prompt idea and motivation to write! This also got super out of hand, so expect... the unexpected. The characters have a 6-year age difference. ( i really don’t know what happened during the writing process )

( ft. Marliza after the affair in modern au )

Warnings: as usual, it falls between pg 13 and r-rated, also I barely edit expect a shit ton of mistakes

What a whore

Back off my boy, bitch

Evil seductress, broke up such a nice healthy relationship

Burn in hell, succubus

Maria passed under the doorway of the Home Depot, determined to get in and out without fleeing to the nearest bathroom to sob out her issues. It had been a almost a fortnight since the Reynolds Pamphlet had been published on Facebook by stupid fucking asshole named Alexander Hamilton.

Gritting her teeth as she got nasty stares from people like old women to teenage boys, her heels slapped the messy cement floor. Honestly, she should have just gone to some fancy bouquet store to by it but she was low on money anyway.

Being poor had so many frickin setbacks for her, like maybe forcing herself to have the worse sex ever with Hamilton in order to get the cash in for her former abusive husband.

Maria Lewis muttered all sorts of old sayings her da taught her when she was old enough to speak. They usually calmed her down whenever she was having a flurry of emotions hit her mind at once. It was too hard for her to walk anywhere in public without the scornful remarks or horrendous catcalls. But she guessed it was her fault for bringing a married man to bed with his “dubious consent”.

At times like these, Maria wished she had a phone on her so she could google the meanings of flowers that would spell forgiveness for causing quite an astonishing affair at her own expense.

Regardless of exactly who borne the affair, she still felt heavily guilty about it. After all, she ruined the relationship of a very beautiful woman with an extremely adorable child. Maria shut yo gay ass and get some randomass flowers that prolly mean “ go die with a bra on your head “.

Loathing the looks the store clerks gave Maria as she wandered the aisles, she gave the flower section a series of violent sneezes. Also itching herself a little. Not exactly the best public image if you want to redeem yourself after ruining a marriage.

“ That bitch needs to shut it. Like she’s here to ruin my day too.” Maria heard this about a few aisles down from her standpoint. That was completely unecessary to say, giving that he didn’t suffer from allergies and was overall being immature. Maria decided to cover her nose with the top of her shirt.

Snatching an armful of flowers that were labeled as “Dahlia” and “ Ambrosia” and all sorts of nice looking ones, she briskly walked toward the checkout counter with an old lady manning it.

“Who’s the lucky one, young lass?” The elderly woman questioned with a funny expression. Maria sputtered, trying to say they were for forgiveness but being the socially awkward bean she was, it just looked like she was highly embarrassed for being called out.

“Ah, young love. I hope your boyfriend is a grateful man!” Okay not only does her and everyone else grumbling impatiently behind me think that is I am buying love flowers, but also think I’m straight. Oh god.

Fleeing the garden center, Maria slowed down when she spotted a roll of duct tape as well as large pieces of cloth. As a terrible idea flooded her thoughts, she let out a pelting of sneezes, nearly dropping the wrapped flowers on the ground. Gripping the supplies, she quietly sneaked into an empty corner of the store and proceeded through her horrible idea.

About 15 minutes later, the short girl was stumbling down the street, occasionally sniffing in a sliver of pollen and attempting to hold back a dozen sneezes. 

People gave her odd and generally confused looks, but this was New York so weird things happened all the time. Maria hardly had the time to regret her actions anytime soon, as her eyes reddened from constant contact with the flowers. At least the tape contraption was holding up fairly well, perhaps because of the heavy duty duct tape. 

Maria hoped she could get it out, otherwise life just got worse for her. (somehow)

The good thing is that everyone bustling around didn’t recognize her and if they did, were in too much of a rush to mock her. She yelped as a biker nearly ran her over. Maria was aware of the fact that the Hamiltons lived somewhere in Harlem and wasn’t too far away from where she lived.

A taxi driver yelled something at her, possibly in a different language though. She finally reached a quieter area where Maria saw the prettiest woman ever gardening in the front.

She started shaking a little, the memories of where Alexander Hamilton fucked her over and over again coming back to her. Seeing a cheery face coming up to the door through  window as she fled the cursed bathroom in a hurry as to not be caught.

Be brave Maria, just ring the doorbell once she gets inside and finishes her stuff and immediately burst into an apology and hope she forgives you. Simple as that.

Swallowing a bundle of nerves, Maria struggled to tear off her mask while scrunching up her face as she sneezed voraciously.

She neve thought flower allergies could be so goddammed annoying. Bundling up her nerves, Maria stepped up to the entrance of the house. She was extremely jittery, having to wait 10 minutes before even trying to walk up to the house. 

 Maria took in a breath to rap her hand on the door. It was opened instantanously, a shocked looked on the taller woman that turned to confusion as her gaze fell upon the handful of flowers that rested on her arms. Maria looked down a little, embarrassed by Hamilton’s wife examining her physique. Don’t get distracted Maria, don’t do it. 

 “Why are you here? And have you gotten the wrong address, because I know you are not here to give me love flowers." Maria was even more flustered now. Shit part one of brilliant apologetic plan, nononono, why can't I do anything simple. If this were a different occasion, then maybe Maria would have loved giving Eliza Schuyler-Hamilton flowers, but she was too busy making an oh shit face and attempting to speak English .

 " Oh. Oh, uh, um, oh my goodness, I-I-I am so sorry, I'm not a flower expert, I just wanted , uh, give you these flowers because I'm sorry???" Poor Maria was standing there, sneezing and wiping her sleeve over her nose, looking quite helpless indeed. 

" I'm really sorry, I, er, didn't know that these flowers meant anything, I just-" she stopped saying anything, for fear of sounding ridiculously stupid. Eliza's mildy aggressive expression turned soft and amused and held out her hand. Is she expecting me to hold it or something? 

 " It's alright! Here, I'll take the flowers and you can come inside and get comfy on the couch while I make tea, 'kay? If you'd like some of courrse." Maria, a little stunned by her statement, nodded rapidly.

Sniffing profusely as she shuffled into Eliza’s house, she could barely stop herself from gaping at everything. It was just so nicely decorated. The wall had floral designs on it, the couches and futons were a nice beige color. On the wall hung some glass flower arrangement. The smell of tea from the kitchen wafted into the living room. This house was definitely nicer than her dinky apartment.

There was also a mahogany shelf on the wall, presenting a series of photo frames with what seemed to be Eliza’s friends and son. There wasn’t any if Alexander’s face on there, but considering what just happened it made sense.

Maria fiddled with the hem of her shirt, acting fairly skittish. Her eyes bounced around the living room as Eliza Hamilton marched into the room with two cups of green tea. Maria also noticed how she had put the flowers in a pretty vase on the kitchen counter.

“ I’m letting you in because I’m actually quite curious as to why you decided to show up on my doorstep uninvited. And the fact that I know that Alexander forced you into this. I know him too well to think that you’re some ‘evil seductress’ that lures men into their beds.”Eliza looked at her with inquis  eyes, Maria stared at the ground, her hand shaking and found the carpet to be very interesting.

“ Well, I-I, my husband was doing me wrong. He would- he would beat me until I complied with his orders, and so when James heard that, uh, Alexander Hamilton would be alone for the week-” she suddenly broke off, choking on her words. Eliza stood up from her place and sat next to Maria, clasping her hands with one of the other girl’s. Eliza only guessed she paused was because she was gazing intently at Eliza’s face. The younger girl noticed this, and her face blushed furiously.

“ You don’t have to tell everything. Just know that I’ve forgiven you and you’re welcome to come here anytime.”

“ W-wait really? You can’t possibly forgive me that easily. No man or woman has ever showed me much kindness before.”

“ How can a handsome lady like you never have? Does any show you any of their sympathies? Eliza asked, looking a little confused but her brain wandered into some dirtier thoughts. Maria reddened at the compliment.

“ Since he published the article, I’ve filed a divorce with my husband and no one really cares for me except to mock me. Maybe staying with James had not been, well, the greater thing ever but at least i lived somewhat comfortably.”

“ Men who treat their wives like your to-be ex-husband does to you should be cut out of your life immediately. And if your really struggling, you can room at my place. I kicked Alex out and we share Philip. You can have the guest room.”

Why is she so generous? What if there’s a catch with this? What if she’s only doing this to pity me, make her image look better? Eliza might be moving fast with these things, but Maria wouldn’t mind sleeping in the same house with her. At least she wasn’t giving her Hamilton’s room. She is so kind, so nice, so pretty.

Eliza had moved closer to Maria now. They were touching and her arm had snaked around her waist. The latter was a red, blushing mess, being so close to someone who seemed to genuinely care for her, It was a thankful change to James Reynolds.

“ I know you’re being so amazingly kind, but, how much do you really care about me?” Maria asked in a small voice. She was usually suspicious about these types of situations now the she had experience. She stared deep into Eliza’s big eyes.

Eliza was grappling with the problem that the girl she was currently ogling at was quite a nice soul to be with. Also very attractive. They sat in uncomfortable silence for a while. Maria continued to toy with her shirt. Eliza’s eyes slid down to her chest. Realizing what she was doing, she finally admitted to turning crimson. Both of them had their hearts racing, breaths become heavier.

“ Well, I can show you how much I care, if that’s fine with you?” she nodded and Eliza cupped her hands on either side of Maria’s face.

“ Aren’t you technically-” her sentence was cut off with soft lips pressing against her own lips. Her eyes shot up in surprise, and then slowly closed them to melt into the kiss. Maria wrapped her arms around Eliza’s waist, feeling even more heat rising inside of her.

They eventually broke apart, unwilling to stare at the other in their eyes. Not being able to handle the sexual tension between them, Eliza moved forward again and smashed her mouth into Maria’s. The other woman gasped into Eliza lips, encouraging the latter to nip at Maria’s bottom lip. The kiss became much more passionate than the first one, Eliza creeping a hand up her shirt, making circles with her thumb as it reached further. Maria trembled at the touch, whimpering at it.

“ Is this fine with you?” Eliza removed her lips to speak into Maria’s ear. Shaking a ‘yes’, Eliza took the opportunity to push her back into the couch. She kissed Maria again, but Maria turned the tables on her by prodding her tongue around the entrance of her lips. Granting permission, Maria swirled her tongue around Eliza’s mouth, listening to the quiet moaning.

Eliza suddenly got up and and hopped off the couch. She had a confused look on her face.

“ Do you, uh, really want to do it here?”

“ Bedroom then?” Eliza was not expecting that answer, but she shouldn’t have been shocked considering how turned on and aroused they both were.

Maria grabbed her hand, led her to the bedroom (of course she knew where it was) and closed the door. Instead of nudging them to Eliza’s bed, Maria shoved her against the wall and stood a little taller to kiss her. Eliza was barely able to register the impact of it all, and curled her arms underneath the shorter one’s arms. She moved her mouth to Eliza’s neck, pecking soft kisses around it.

Her nose breathed on a spot right beneath her ear and Eliza tense up very noticeably. Eliza could feel her grinning as she sucked on it, high-pitched gasps escaping her mouth. Her grip on Maria tightened, most likely to leave bruises on her. Maria continued to minister her kisses until she was completely breathless.

“ So did the super allergic to flowers person really bring me love flowers as an apology or for this?” Maria turned scarlet and buried her face into the crook of Eliza’s neck. Eliza sighed, knowing how Maria seemed especially skeptical of people but apparently was quite comfy with Eliza now. 

“ I told you, I don’t know anything about flowers. Uh, can we go to your sheets now?”

Eliza snickered at the question. They leaped into bed, and when Maria tried to take off her clothes, Eliza used her hands to press her against her own body, which was below Maria’s. She looked quite bewildered.

“ Sorry, but not today. I think we should take it slow, y’know. Just, maybe a little touching and kissing here and there.” Eliza felt ashamed to say that, but it just made a lot of sense to her. Take it easy.

“ O-oh, I’m sorry! I came here to apologize and then, well, this happened. I can leave if you want.”

“ No, please, just, stay? Cuddle, maybe?” Maria nodded, liking that idea very much. She tried to roll of onto Eliza’s side, but her hands were firmly attached to her. She sighed, resting her face onto her chest. They weren’t very large, but it was nice at the same time. 

Eliza lifted Maria’s face up, kissing her slowly. They ended up just cuddling and pecking each other, occasionally fondling the other’s chest. Honestly, things were just moving pretty fast, but Maria wouldn’t wanted any other way.

OK I WAS FEELING SUPER GAY WRITING THIS! 

Also, my inbox is open to all Hamilton ships, Reader inserts with any characters and Hamilcast as well as just writing prompts. No smut y’all! All stories can be found under the ‘crimson-writer’ tag