#elizabeth schuyler x maria reynolds

[froggywritesstuff]

Chocolate Chips | Mariliza

Pairings: Maria x Eliza

Warnings: periods, fluff, not proofread

Time: modern

Request: @anonymous-knife (hope you like it! sorry it kinda sucks)

"Maria?"

Eliza lazily reached out her arm, patting the empty space beside her, thinking that Maria was just lying abnormally far away. She frowned when she was nowhere to be found. Becoming more confused with every second, she lifted her head up from the blankets, sighing as she went to push herself out of the bed, but immediately stopped herself when the shooting cramping pains kicked in. She let out a loud groan and fell back onto the bed, wrapping herself in the covers.

"Lizzie, you ok?"

Eliza shot up at the familiar voice, a wide smile taking place on her lips as she was met with Maria. Her curly brown hair was tied up in a loose bun, she wore one of Eliza's white pyjama t-shirts, and a red flannel (neither Eliza or Maria were sure who actually owned the flannel. It was more of a shared flannel) was loosely tied around her waist.

Butterflies were fluttering all around in Eliza's stomach.

"Yeah, I'm ok." Eliza mumbled, the dopey smile still playing on her lips.

Until she went to get out of bed again.

She winced at the sudden pain she felt in her stomach, and Maria was quick to rush to the side of the bed, taking Eliza's hand in her own and easing her back into bed, "You sure you're ok? What's wrong?"

Eliza groaned, letting her head fall onto the soft pillow, "My period."

Maria nodded, "I'll be right back." she said, letting go of Eliza's hand and rushing out of the bedroom.

Eliza frowned as she was alone in the bedroom again, with no explanation of what Maria was doing.

'No, don't think about that now,' she thought to herself. If she knew anything about her periods, it was that the smallest of things would make her a sobbing mess. Instead of overthinking why Maria had left, she reached out to the bedside table, grabbing her phone and opening up one of the many apps she could mindlessly scroll through to pass the time. She settled on Instagram, a sigh leaving her lips as she began scrolling. Of course it was the first video she saw that had her sobbing. 

"Liza, what's wrong?"

Eliza's head shot up at Maria's voice, who was struggling to hold a variety of items in her hands. She set everything down at the end of the bed, and rushed toward Eliza's side. The concern melted away as Maria saw Eliza's phone.

"I'm sorry," Eliza sniffled as Maria placed the phone back on the bedside table, "I don't know why I'm like this but-"

"Hey," Maria whispered, cupping Eliza's face with her hands, wiping the tears away with her thumbs, "You don't have to apologise. It's not your fault you get hormonal on your period. And it's nothing to be embarrassed about, it's a completely normal reaction."

Eliza felt like her heart was going a million miles per hour at the simple gesture from her girlfriend.

Maria pressed her lips against Eliza's, and shuffled to the edge of the bed, shifting everything she had brought from the kitchen closer towards Eliza.

"Wh-what's all this?" Eliza asked, rubbing her teary eyes.

"Well, I know you love chocolate when you're on your period," she explained, handing a bag of chocolate chips to her girlfriend, "And all we had in the pantry was chocolate chips, because someone ate all the chocolate eggs we had from Easter."

"It was you." Eliza smiled, tears brimming her eyes at the gesture.

Maria's eyebrows furrowed in concern as she shuffled over to sit beside Eliza, "Wait, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Is it because of the chocolate? I'm sorry-"

She shook her head, wiping her tears away as she cuddled against Maria, "You're the best girlfriend ever, Ria. You know that? And you're just making my heart feel things, so thanks a lot."

"It's what I do," Maria smiled, kissing Eliza on the forehead, bringing on a bright pink blush on her cheeks.

"I love you, Ria. Like a lot."

"I love you too, Liza." she whispered, wrapping her arm around Eliza, "So, do you want the chocolate chips or..."

A/N: this is pretty shitty, but school has dried up all my imagination, so I apologise for that

buy me a coffee <3

[ares-writess]

MASTERLIST!!

Things I am willing to write!!

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x OC

Smut

Ships

Fluff

Angst

Lemons

Most AU’s

(basically anything that isn’t illegal!!)

Supernatural

- Sam Winchester

- Dean Winchester

- Castiel Novak

- Jack Kline

- Lucifer

- Crowley

- Gabriel

- Charlie

- Chuck (depends)

Grey’s Anatomy

- Meredith Grey

- Derek Shepherd

- Alex Karev

- Christina Yang

- Izzie Stevens

- Mark Sloan

- George O’Malley

- Callie Torres

- Owen Hunt

- Jackson Avery

- Arizona

Hamilton

- Alexander Hamilton

- Aaron Burr

- Marquis de Lafayette

- John Laurens

- Eliza Schuyler

- Angelica Schuyler

- Peggy Schuyler

- Maria Reynolds

- Thomas Jefferson

Stranger Things

- Steve Harrington

- Jonathan Byers

- Eddie Munson

- Robin Buckley

- Nancy Wheeler

- Billy Hargrove

- Vecna

Genshin

- Any ADULT character

MHA

- Todoroki Shoto

- Katsuki Bakugo

- Kaminari Denki

- Aizawa

- Sero

- Monoma

- Shinsou

- Jirou

- Uraraka

- Etc…

The Turning (MOVIE)

- Miles (<3)

Seven Deadly Sins

- Ban

- Meliodas

- Diane

- King

- Gunther

- Elizabeth

- Merlin

- Howzer

- Gilthunder

Naruto

- Naruto

- Sasuke

- Sakura

- Shikamaru

- Kiba

- Choji

- Kakashi

- Shino

- Kankuro

- Gaara

- Hinata

- Orochimaru

- Kabuto

- Neji

- Temari

Prodigal Son

- Malcolm <3

Shameless

- Fiona

- Carl

- Lip

- Ian

- Mickey

- Steve

- Etc

That’s all I can really think of right now, but if you have requests for any unlisted shows/movies, don’t hesitate to ask!! ^^

[scribsallaround]

Salt and Sand - Marliza Oneshot

The time was 6:47 pm and the place was Washington High's annual homecoming dance. Anyone who was anyone was there, and the room was filled with the sounds of laughter and conversation, all nearly drowned out by the blaring music. Everyone seemed to be having a good time - except for Elizabeth Schuyler, that is. She was 15, a sophomore in high school, and all she wanted in that moment was to get the fuck out of there.

Her sisters, now they were right at home in the throngs of teens that gathered like flocks of birds around the room. Peggy, a year below her, made quick friends with the boys as she shared a lot of their humor, and she stood with a tall, broad boy affectionately called Herc with his group of friends. Angelica, a year above her, was always on and off ranting about how she didn't need a man before falling in love at the drop of a hat, and her latest affair was senior John Church, who had herded her off to the dance floor.

So Eliza sat by herself at a table towards the door, just in case she decided she didn't want to be here anymore. She had put on a sheer, flowy, princess-y light blue dress, put her hair up in a cascading plait that fell to her mid back, and spent 3 hours getting her sparkly silver eyeliner just right. And still, all she wanted was to escape. Although, who was she kidding? She would never and could never leave her sisters. They came as a set you see; when you thought of one, you thought of the others.

Perhaps that's why Eliza was desperate for someone to see her as herself, not part of the trio. She rested her head miserably on her hand, staring blankly across the dance floor, although her elbow had long grown sore from holding the weight of her head and, even heavier, her insecurities. She wasn't looking for anything, staring into nothing like that, but perhaps that's why she DID find something; the eyes of a girl wearing an off the shoulder red dress with a plunging sweetheart neckline, hair so beautifully curled it was impossible to tell if it was natural or not, and eyes that screamed, "I wish I wasn't alone here." And suddenly, neither felt quite as isolated anymore.

It was Eliza's senior year, over 2 years since her sophomore prom. She and Maria had become fast friends after that night, and although she remained just as close with her sisters, she went to her new friend for almost everything. She found out that that night, Maria had just found out that her boyfriend had been bragging to his friends about what an easy lay she was, when really nothing had happened at all. Neither girl had dated since then, 'swearing off' boys as if their lives depended on it. For some reason, this made boys at Washington High try even harder to gain their attention. None succeeded.

Angelica had gone to college after a botched engagement to John Church, and, although she stayed in-state, didn't visit often. Peggy joined the cheer squad, which took up most of her time outside of school. So most days, Eliza ended up with Maria, driving around town or staying late at the library or even taking occasional weekend trips to the nearest beach, where Eliza's parents owned a small vacation home.

It was on one of these such weekend trips when the girls ended up sitting on the wet sand late at night, staring up at the stars unobscured by city lights, talking about anything and everything. They did this often, sure, but it felt…different. Like there was an unspoken tension in the air that neither would admit. Eventually they laid in silence each caught up in their own world and trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. It was Maria who broke the mood, turning on a cheesy country song and sticking her phone in the sand before she began to dance around by herself, tan skin illuminated only by the moon and it's reflection off the water.

"What are you doing?" Eliza asked, laughing. The tension seemed to fall away, and Maria spun around again, kicking up sand. "Remember how you said you didn’t like to dance because you hated the feeling of people looking at you?" Maria asked, brown eyes searching for agreement before she continued. "No one's starting now, I promise." Slowly, she came to a stop in front of Eliza and, covering her eyes with her left hand, she held out her right in offering. "I guess what I'm trying to say is…come dance with me." The split second of silence was what scared Maria the most, but finally she felt the smaller, dainty hand take her own, and she pulled her to her feet and into her arms, sweeping her away with more laughter.

Neither of them were particularly good, and the sand at their feet certainly didn't make it easier, but they enjoyed it anyways as their bare stomachs and legs bumped and rubbed against each other until Eliza's foot caught behind Maria's and she began to fall, pulling her along as they crashed down to the sand, rolling with laughter that was carried by the warm breeze out over the sea. Instead of getting up, they just laid tangled like that; Maria's head on Eliza's stomach and her hand resting on her hip while Eliza's fingers played with the sea-hardened curls she adored so much. Right now everything seemed perfect. They cherished each other's company, listening to their breathing and the gentle washing of the waves upon the shore. This time, it was Eliza who broke the silence. "Hey Maria?" she began.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think maybe…" She bit her lip nervously and shifted until the looked down at the girl who rested on her torso. "Do you think you'd want to go to the prom with me? Like, as my date?"

Dear God, she didn't think she had ever, nor would she ever again, see a sight as beautiful as the smile that spread across Maria's face. She took Eliza's hand, propping herself up on her elbow, and pressed her soft lips to its back, causing Eliza to blush softly. "Oh, Eliza, I would love to." With another wild, happy laugh, they fell back onto the beach, a flurry of sandy, salty kisses cementing their memory of that night.

[sillyteecup]

Right in the centre of my mind: 06.1. In my head I did everything right

Thomas Jefferson X Black!O.C

Ch.6.1

Warnings:

Mentions of sex

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of alcohol use

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5 years.

That's how long Iman doesn't speak to Thomas for. Her reasoning? She didn't need that kind of emotional scarring at such a young age. It's easy for her to distance herself because she stops taking the bus. Her mother is suprised by this decision but Iman seems sure about it. It doesn't take much effort to pretend he doesn't exist at school because after all, he's a year older. She changes her number and always makes sure she's never home on weekends.

After his senior year, she thinks she's made it out alive after she hears that he'll be moving to France. But he doesn't. Instead Lafayette does and Thomas goes to Yale. Coming around the neighborhood every second weekend. Even becoming friends with her friends and hanging out at the shack more often.

She can barely breathe anymore. His presence intoxicates her every time, so immediately when he shows up, she goes home. It doesn't stop her heart from falling though. Doesn't matter who she dates or goes to senior prom with. He's right in the centre of her mind.

So she goes to Oxford after high school. Doesn't tell anyone about it either.

She dates twice. Both girls.

The first one is Henrietta Fox-Strangeways. Otherwise known as Harriet. Comes from a Christian home which suprises Iman. Absolute rebel with a cause, activist for LGBTQ+ rights, social studies major, vegan and all around nice girl. They only last 3 months. They don't talk after the breakup.

The second one is Amelia Osborne. Skater girl, dance major, music minor, lives to break the rules, tattoo artist by night (they met when Iman was getting the words "Emotional sexual bender" in Japanese under her boob with Harriet), party animal, but generally also a nice girl. They last 1 year. They remain close friends (with benefits) after the breakup.

Harriet and Iman broke up because of her lack of commitment and sudden closeness with Amelia. While Amelia and Iman break up due conflicts of interest.

That's what both girls believed.

Iman knew they both somewhat ended because she couldn't stop thinking about Thomas.

So she doesn't return home after Freshman year. Instead she spends her summer in an apartment she's sharing with Angelica Schuyler, getting wasted with the British.

Sophomore year rolls around pretty quickly and she re-establishes communication with her friends in New York. She'd have to go back eventually so why not reconnect with them.

She explains herself and they accept her bullshit excuse with open arms. Which is why it's not awkward when she spends the next summer in New York. She thankfully never encounters Thomas at the shack. She does however encounter Lafayette. Who, if Iman was being honest looked far better than he did in high school.

They reconnect, but it's mostly physical. Coincidentally, they've both sworn off relationships for a while. But it doesn't stop them from having casual sex.

For a second, she forgets about Thomas.

For the first time in 5 years, her heart, mind and soul are at peace.

Tagging: @ramp-it-up @oh-so-coco @sebastianabucknettastan @daveedsfigs

Let me know if you wanna be on the taglist❤️

[lex-posts]

Alright,look Marliza and Aralyn are two ships that go along the lines of The good loyal wife and the seductive temptress. That start off hating each other but slowly begin to realise their mad at the wrong person. Then drop the man that hurt both of them and maybe key his car or something too and as they become friends realise that they’ve been though so much together and that it’s so easy to talk to this person and they just get them you know and-OH SHITTTTTT NONONONO WHYYYYYY

And they don’t think the other likes them back and all of their friends just like “Will you two just kiss already?” And awkwardly keep trying to set them up.

AND THEN FINALLY THEY TELL EACH OTHER ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS AND BECOME A COUPLE!

And I vibe with that.

(I explained it really badly here but yall know what I mean)

(I only ship the musical versions of them not the real people.)

[hamilburger]

Eliza: Do you listen to girl in red? ;)

Maria: bitch, I am girl in red

[atombombbibunny]

The Shop

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Word Count: 5215

Warnings: Some cussin’

Summary: Y/N’s uncle had offered her, her first job knowing she was saving up in advance for college. It just so happened that The Thomas Jefferson is working there and will be training her.

A/N: Omfg, this is my first time writing in third person, its probably shit. It took so much strength not to write in first person. Anyways, this is a story I wrote forever ago with a different fandom (Harry Styles.) I thought this would work, does this work? I hope this worked.....I had no idea how to end this..........................

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It was the first day of Y/N’s first job and she could only hear the pounding of her heart in her ears as she entered the small grocery store. Living in a small town proved to have some perks like everyone knowing everyone, and the fact that her uncle owned the store itself. He knew she was attempting to save some money for school as she would be graduating in two years.

She had no reason to be freaking out, her uncle like her and she liked him.

Everything would be fine.

Oh god, what if she started a fire? The whole town would know it was her.

As a hand fell down on her shoulder she practically leapt out of her own skin.

“There’s my favorite niece!” She spun a full 180 degrees to be eye to eye with her uncle, she shook her head before shooting him a look. “I’m your only niece uncle Jack.” He flashed her a goofy smile before patting her shoulder. “Come, I’ll show you around.” Before the two of them could move an inch, the door rang out as someone entered, her uncles face went straight as he stared down the entering being. “Little late there Thomas.” Y/N glanced behind her at the person getting scolded by her usually easy-going uncle.

To her surprise it was Thomas Jefferson, the so-called god of her high school. The man looked exhausted. “Sorry, mom needed me.” He muttered, his eyes on his shoes. Jack raised an eyebrow. “She okay?” He questioned as his face was now filled with genuine concern. “She’s fine, I guess.” He finally raised his head, his eyes flashed at Y/N before looking directly at her uncle.  After a nod from Jack he rushed past the two of them barely grazing her shoulder but still enough to earn a mumbled. “Sorry.” From him.

“That was Thomas.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she tilted her head to the side, she glanced to the door Thomas was now closing and locking behind him. “Really, I would have never guessed.” She felt like he forgot she was hear and didn’t just hear their whole conversation. “His moms been sick.” She quickly lifted her head and dropped her shoulders; her heart sank in her chest. Now she felt like shit. “He uh, goes to my school. Hes a senior.” Jack smiled lightly while leaning against the cashier counter. “So good you know each other, he’ll be training you.” His smile spread to a full grin.

Y/N didn’t actually know Thomas, she knew of him. But the two had never held an actual conversation. He was basically (as cliché as it sound) the school heart breaker, and an apparently amazing kisser. (Said information passed onto her from her friend Katie who had one to many wine coolers and got a taste.)

Thomas soon exited the room now in a bright blue polo with the stores name stitched into it, he made his way back towards Y/N’s uncle who looked rather short next to him. Y/N’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over the boy’s body, his arms looked practically stuffed into the shirt’s tight sleeves, his curls bounced with every small movement. It was only when Thomas’ arm moved forward did she realize her uncle was introducing the two of them.

A tight grip: was met with Y/N’s small hand as they shook hands for a second. “Hi.” She murmured as the burning sensation on her neck grew. After Thomas moved to behind the counter Jack smirked. “Well, I have to run, I’m sure you’ll do great today.” The last of his sentence was a mere whisper of encouragement to Y/N.

Just as Y/N began to turn to Thomas to say something a shirt was thrown at her head and covered her face. “Get changed.” He ordered while stifling a chuckle. Y/N tore the suffocating shirt from her head and stormed to the door she had originally seen Thomas enter.

Once she exited the back room and was now in the rather itchy blue polo, Y/N noticed that Thomas was now nowhere to be found. She soon found him stocking shelves, a rather pain in the ass smile resting on his face. “Get lost?” He teased, his eyes never leaving the inventory he was placing on the shelves.

“No.” Y/N grumbled, her glare unnoticed or unfazing towards Jefferson. She pushed on as she watched his every movement. “So, what are we doing, stocking shelves?”

“No.” Thomas began as he placed his last can on the top shelf, Y/N raised a curious eyebrow as there were plenty of boxes still placed on the floor. “You’re stocking the shelves.” He said leaning against the shelving behind him. “You’re really going to just sit there and watch me?” She asked before slumping down on her knees and pulling open the closest box. “Yep.” A smug smirk broke across his face as she let out a light groan. Y/N rolled her eyes while facing the shelf, she was regretting taking this offer already. “Like this?” She asked coldly while setting down can after can of peas down.

Thomas just nodded and continued to watch.

They were stuck in and awkward silence, the speakers only playing quiet music around the storm, and fading in and out of static from the rain now pouring outside.

“We go to the same school don’t we.” Thomas finally said, causing a slight jump from Y/N, he chuckled softly. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.” Y/N attempted to hide the heat creeping up her cheeks and continued to work, refusing to look back at the lazy body behind her.

 “Yeah, we do.” She answered quietly. The ambiance of the store felt like a library, and Y/N felt like she needed to be just as quiet. “I knew it, I’ve seen you around.” Y/N smiled gently at the acknowledgement.

Another moment of silence broke between the two.

“You- You hang out with that John kid, right?” Y/N shrugged. “Little bit, why?” Thomas cleared his throat before moving positions, he crossed his arms and leaned back once more. “Are you two like, datin? Cause I don’t need anyone coming in here to distract you” Y/N could hear his embarrassment.

“Uh.” She began, goosebumps growing on her arms. “No, I mean we’ve been on a few dates, but no, we aren’t dating.” She quickly cleared her throat as she moved to unbox the rest of the cans. “He’s… not really my type.” She fought internally at shooting a look at him but stayed focused on her work.

After their awkward one-off conversation, the two stayed pretty quiet. Thomas made his way to the front counter to help the few people in the store, some there to shop, some to congratulate Y/N on her first day.

After a few hours of almost pure silence the doorbell rang out as one of Thomas’ friends entered the store. Though Thomas greeted him like usual he practically b-lined over to Y/N who was stood in almost pure fear.

“Hey, you just started today right?” He asked flashing a bright smile almost causing Y/N legs to give in at the sight. She could barely remember his name; she would always see him and the rest of Thomas’ group smoking at the front of school before classes started.

“Uhm, yeah.” Y/N said her voice coming out like a squeak, another smile broke across his face, his teeth were almost blinding. “I’m Alex, I’ve seen you around school before.” All Y/N could functionally do was nod. “Right, I’m Y/N” she mustered enough to get her voice clear to him. He let out a light chuckled, Yeah, I know.” Cursing herself internally she shook her head. “Right, duh.” She giggled.

Just as Alex opened his mouth to speak once more Thomas’ voice rung out from behind them. “Alex.” His voice was low and close to sounding angry. “Can I help you with something?” Alex glanced back at Thomas’ stature and shrugged. “I’m just… looking.” He said winking towards Y/N who gave a small smile.

Thomas looked between the two. “Well, Y/N can you go make sure the milk isn’t spoiled.” Y/N wanted to protest, she knew there wouldn’t be anything wrong, but didn’t want to piss off the wrong person on her first day.

Alex gave a quick confused look at Thomas whose eyes were now hardening. “Y-yeah, of course.” Y/N began, she took a few steps forward before glancing back at the two boys. “See you later Alex.”

Once done the mundane task the store was completely empty. She walked to the front to see Thomas leaning against the counter reading. “Are you going to teach me the register?” She questioned; her boredom was almost consuming her.

Thomas shrugged, his eyes never leaving his book. “Not much to know, scan here.” He said pointing to the glass with the scanning mechanism in it. “We take cash or credit, if its cash press this.” He moved his hand to a blue button on the register. “If its credit, push this. Don’t forget their change or receipt.” Y/N stood patiently, only to realize he was done talking.

“Oh, okay.”

Though it was getting late the store didn’t close till 9:30, it was one of the only places that stayed open past 8:30 in their small town.

“What are you reading?” Y/N questioned, unmoving still, Thomas lifted his book to reveal the title The Glass Castle. “Oh, I’ve read that before.” Thomas hummed in response, his eyes scanning each word. “Do you like it?” He nodded, Y/N felt an annoyance grow in her as he was unresponsive and shooed off the one person that was talking to her.

She sighed, resigning to leaning on the shelf closest to her.

Luckily, the door rang out, her head snapped towards it to see John entering wearing his normal happy smile. “Y/N, hey!” She quickly made her way over to him, grateful for the new company. Thomas was still reading, basically ignoring any other goings on.

She grabbed at Johns arm and began to lead him down an aisle. “How’s the job?” He asked, shrugging Y/N glanced back at Thomas who was now eyeing the two of them, a shiver ran down her spine. “Its okay, just been really quiet.” Johns eyes followed Y/N’s to Thomas who looked back down at his book again. “Am I going to get you in trouble? I can go.” Y/N’s grip tightened on Johns arm. “No, please don’t. Plus, Thomas is harmless.”

“Okay, well I was wondering if you wanted to go-.” “Y/N” A deep voice came from behind them once more, and once more causing Y/N to jump, her arm pulling away from John’s. She spun on her heel, trying not to glare at him.

“Its gettin’ late, we should start cleanin’ up.” Thomas looked down at her like a child getting talked to by a parent. She nodded then looked at John who looked like he was damn close to shitting himself. “I’ll, uh text you.” She said watching as John scurried out of the store, as did Thomas.

“I thought you said you two weren’t goin’ out?” Y/N finally glared at him, who was still watching the long since closed door. “Eavesdropper.” She accused as he looked back at her. “No distractions.” He warned and turned to go back to the front.

Y/N flipped him off once his back was turned and stormed over to the small closet in the back, she assumed held cleaning supplies, she was correct. “No distractions.” She mocked in her worst Virginian accent.

Its not fair, she thought. He gets to just sit up there with his stupid hair and muscles. He’s the distraction.

She began to sweep a little to aggressively at the floor.

“Easy there cowgirl.” Thomas uttered, she spun. “How are you so quiet?” She asked in a harsh tone. “How are you so easily scared?” He mocked.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she continued to sweep at nothing. “You know we’re closed right?” Y/N’s eyes shot around the store till it fell on the clock now showing 9:35. He could have told her sooner. A slight blush grew on her cheeks as she placed the broom away.

Once changed into their street wear, they met outside, she watched as he locked up the shop, he turned to face her. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, Y/N nodded before turning to go down the street. “Night.” She shouted over her shoulder. “Night!” Thomas yelled back.

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Y/N jogged into the store, closing her umbrella, the floor gave way from under her and she quickly grasped onto the door handle before hitting the ground. She stood once more and slammed the door shut, fed up with the rain.

She peeled off her soaked jacket before turning to see a smiling Thomas. “Quiet the entrance there.” He said biting back laughter as Y/N bowed. “You’re five minutes late though” He warned raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, the wind pulled my umbrella back and I got soaked.”  She pushed back her hoodie to show a head full of dripping hair.

Thomas released his laughter. “D’you need a towel?” She nodded and one was tossed quickly in her direction.

After she went back to change and scrub some rain out of her hair, she made her way back to the front not one customer in sight. “Any customers yet?” She questioned. “Gunna be a slow night.” Thomas said whilst shaking his head. Y/N let out a long groan. Dead nights were the worst.

She had now been working there for a month, she knew of everything she needed to do and was already bored of it. On slow days she’d clean while Thomas read.

Once the store was basically spotless and everything was faced, she made her way back to the front to see Thomas squinting at a turned around cereal box. She crossed her arms as she leaned against the same shelf. “What, no book tonight?” She asked as he stayed still, he reached under the counter and pulled up a ruined rain-soaked book. “Fell out on my way here. Rain ruins everythin’ I love.” He muttered. “So, you’re reading… a box?” She asked as she looked at it, there was nothing of actual interest on it other than the history of said cereal and nutritional facts. “Nothin else to do.” A sly smile broke across her face as she lifted one finger and slowly pushed the box off the edge, sending it slamming to the floor. “Oh, you are the worst kind of person.” Thomas groaned, he turned to face the empty wall crossing his arms like a child throwing a fit.

“Y/N I’m bored, tell me something.” He whined, still facing the wall, Y/N sighed at his grumpy demeanor. “What do you want to know Thomas?” She asked leaning against the shelf once more.

“Just tell me about you, did you go on a date with that John guy?” Y/N let out a laugh, she knew he wasn’t just asking due to boredom. “No, I didn’t. He’s not my type, remember?” She blushed lightly at the thought of him being genuinely curious about her love life.

“Alex asked me out though.” Thomas’ back straightened and tensed before he turned back around. “Oh.” He mumbled. “What?” Y/N asked as she crossed her arms in curiosity, an eyebrow raised up as she watched him closely. “Nothing.” He said, his eyes on the counter as he picked at the chipping paint. “Bullshit, what?” She demanded; Thomas scrunched his face. “Well, are you going to go out with him?” She quickly shrugged as she looked out the front door, the rain still pouring. “I don’t think so, he always ends up going back to Eliza, or Maria… or John.” She laughed lightly at the now realization on how such a player Alexander truly was.

Thomas broke out into a smile. “I knew you were a smart one.” Y/N picked up the box from the floor. “Gee thanks.” She shot back sarcastically.

They talked for the rest of the shift.

Not one customer.

But Y/N got to learn all about Thomas.

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Alex leaned in to press a quick kiss to Y/N, something she still wasn’t used to. “I’ll see you after work.” He mumbled against her lips. “Of course.” She said pulling back and hopping out of his car.

As she walked into the store, she saw no body presence at the front. “Thomas?” She called out into the empty store. She walked towards the back room pulling her work shirt out of her bag, she opened the door to see a shirtless Thomas there. “Holy shit! I’m so sorry!” She announced before slamming the door shut behind her.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest. It wasn’t fair that her boyfriend’s friends, (well sort of friend she had now learned.) were so good looking. Not that she didn’t think Alexanders body wasn’t hot, just, damn Thomas.

Thomas exited the back room a smiled glued to his face. “Smooth.” He said as he passed her to get to the front counter. “Oh, shut up.” She warned hitting him on the arm. “It was an accident.” Thomas chuckled. “Don’t worry darlin’ I won’t tell your boyfriend.” Y/N let out a sarcastic laugh before entering the back room. “Get to work, you ass.”

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 Y/N walked in practically pushing past Thomas. “You’re late.” He mumbled, she ignored him. “I said you’re late.” Thomas said standing straight. “Y/N!” Thomas shouted, stopping her in her tracks. “What, I’m here now so just leave it!” She marched into the back room and changed before making her way to the back of the store.

Y/N kept pulling her phone out, sighing when it came up blank, no new messages, no phone calls, nothing.

Alexander and she had gotten into a fight and it felt like their relationship was near its end, something that was bringing her to her breaking point at the thought. The shift had flown past her before she even knew.

“No phones on the floor.” Thomas’ warning voice came from over her shoulder, she knew he was ticked off with her. She quickly wiped the tears threatening to spill over and turned to him. “Sorry.” She mumbled.

“Oh, um, no I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He questioned, his eyes watching her small trembling body. She shrugged before falling into his chest, a sob broke through her. It was 9 and Thomas knew no one else would be coming at this time. He wrapped his arms around her as she cried into his shirt. “Do you wanna talk about it?” He asked resting his head against her head which shook and buried deeper into him.

He just squeezed her before sitting the two of them down.

Once it was 9:30 Y/N had calmed down a bit, her body was tired and aching but she sat and explained that she feared Alex was cheating on her, they were barely seeing each other and every time she brought up her fears to him he would kiss her or fight with her on it. This last time they were basically screaming at one another, she knew she was late for work, so she pushed herself past him he had attempted to grab her, but she shook his grip and stormed to the shop.

Thomas Hugged her into his arms. “ ‘M sorry I shouted at ya when you came in, I didn’t know.” Y/N shrugged content in his embrace. “You didn’t know. But, thank you for listening.” Thomas gave her a gentle smile, just as the butterflies rose in her chest, she felt her phone ring against her hip.

Thomas quickly let go and she jumped from his arms.

“Hello?”

It was Alex.

Y/N changed and left on her phone, leaving Thomas behind to close the store.

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Thomas was late, his mom wasn’t doing well. But she told him to go to work.

They didn’t talk all shift.

His eyes held a sadness as he watched Y/N work.

Everyone knew about his mom and knew better to leave him alone.

Y/N didn’t know what to say to him.

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“Thomas?” Y/N asked as the two restocked a shelf. “Yeah?”

“Do you think Alex and I are a mistake?”

Thomas tensed and stared straight for a moment.

“Don’t bring me into this.” He muttered putting his last can of soup on the shelf and began to walk away.

“Bring you into what?” Y/N asked bitterly.

“Don’t bring me into your relationship bullshit.” He grumbled.

“I’m not, I’m just asking.” Y/N said, shooting him a glare.

Thomas shook his head and turned back to face her; her heart leapt into her throat at his hardened look. “No, you’re not. ‘just askin’ me;” He raised his hands for the quotations. “You want me to comfort you like last time, then just fuckin’ walk away from me again.”

She had never heard Thomas swear like this before, it gave her a cold chill.

“I didn’t just walk away, you let go of me.”

“Sorry for making sure you were okay.” He scoffed.

Y/N kicked her empty box down the aisle towards him.

“I didn’t ask you to Thomas!” She shouted back, her blood coming to a boil.

“Well I did, and you just left.”

“Why did you even do it!?”

“Because I care about you!”

“Then why are you so upset now!?”

“Because he doesn’t fucking deserve you!” He shouted, he huffed out his next couple of breaths like he had just run a marathon. He rolled his eyes at Y/N’s frozen stature, as he turned to storm off Y/N finally shook off her fear of his anger and march towards him.

“Thomas don’t just walk away.” She demanded, before she could graze his shoulder, he was spun to face her, his hands on her waist as he pulled her against his lips, taking her breath with him.

Her heart skipped a beat from the feeling of his soft lips against hers, something felt like it had exploded in her heart, lungs and brain. Before she could process a thought, before she could truly kiss him back. He pulled away. “Yes, is the answer to your question.” His voice was low and rumbled against her body.

He released her and walked back to the front

She stood there

She stood there till they closed.

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After the kiss Thomas had their shifts changed, she worked with her uncle most of the time.

Graduation season had come and past, Y/N was now a senior and knew she would never be seeing or running into Thomas at school again.

Alexander and her eventually broke things off, it wasn’t more than a few days till he was with someone else. Thomas was attending college in town, still caring for his mother full time.

He was barely working anymore.

One night in autumn it was pouring rain. Y/N had to close alone, the air hung with something, it was almost like Y/N could feel something bad was going to happen. Her uncle had left his shift muttering something about Thomas’ mom.

Since it was so quiet Y/N was just sat at the front counter running the register, her mind drifted to the memories of Thomas always up there, reading, or helping customers, or just simply talking to her.

After a customer had come in and brought their items to the front Y/N regained focus and began ringing in the items. Once they had finished paying Y/N was just about to hand them their receipt when Thomas came crashing through the door.

He collapsed onto his knees, his hair wet falling onto his face. The customer shot her a look of worry before she ran towards him. “Thomas are you okay?” He shook his head as Y/N began to lift him from his spot on the floor. As she led them to the back room, she heard the ring of the door. She sat Thomas on a chair before running out to lock the door behind the customer.

She quickly made her way back; Thomas had not moved an inch since she set him there. She began to look for a towel, as she turned to check a certain shelf, she felt his arms wrap around her waist. “My mom died.” He sobbed out, shattering her heart and confirming her worst fear. “She’s gone, Y/N.” Y/N watched for a second as the tears slid down his already wet face. She dropped down to the ground before wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Thomas. God, I’m so, so sorry.” She held him tightly as he buried his face in her shoulder. “I couldn’t look at her, I couldn’t see her like that. I just ran, I came here, you’re the only person I could face.” He cried out as he gripped her harder. “Its okay.” She whispered against his wet hair. “I’m not ready for this. I’ll never be ready for this.”

She held him there till he calmed down as best he could. She took him back to the hospital.

She held his hand at the funeral.

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Y/N had graduated, she was ready to leave her small town, she had gotten into her dream college and was just months away from getting out of there, she hadn’t worked much due to her studies for exams and applying for all types of colleges.

As she began to pass the shop something in her told her to go in, plus she was a bit peckish.

The door rang out as she entered, her eyes instantly snapped to the front counter, but she was left with disappointment as it was empty.

She absentmindedly made her way through the aisle trying to find something she was in the mood for. Once her eyes landed on a pack of mac and cheese, she picked it up. She glanced up to see Thomas walk behind the counter. The sight of him caused her to fumble with the box and it went crashing to the floor.

Thomas’ eyes flashed up to see Y/N blush and go to pick up the box. Once picked up Y/N looked back to the counter to see it empty once more. She shook her head wondering if she had imagined him. “What are you doing here?” She jumped, once more sending the box tumbling to the ground.

Thomas chuckled behind her, she spun back around and smiled. “Very funny” She glared.

“Its been a while, huh?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I graduated, so I haven’t really been working .”

Thomas broke out into a bright smile. “Well congratulations. When do ya work next?”

She shrugged attempting to hid any creeping feeling of red on her face. “Its staggered for the next few months, then I’m off to college.” Thomas’ eyes dimmed. “Oh, well I’m glad you got in, I’m assuming its not in town?” She almost felt guilty as she shook her head no.

“Then I guess I’m going to have to get our schedules fixed so we can work together again.” Y/N couldn’t stop the smile the broke across her face. “I’d like that.”

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They laughed.

They goofed around.

They shared food nearing its expiration dates.

They bumped hands and blushed.

And they just had quiet days.

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 It was her last day. She had her bags packed for the airport and had told her family she’d meet them there.

She had said goodbye to everyone.

Everyone but him.

As she pulled up to the shop and entered, she couldn’t help as a knot grew in her throat.

Once the bell rang out Thomas had jumped up from behind the counter, his eyes landed on her and saw the hurt resting in them, his soon matching hers.

“Well…let the goodbye begin I guess.” He began as he walked towards her, he reached past her and locked the door, placing a sign on it stating he’d be back in an hour.

“Go to the back, I’ll be there in a second.” He practically ordered as he made his way down some aisles. Y/N watched him as she moved to wards the back door, she closed it behind her and sat in an empty seat. Her eyes wandered over the stuffy old room. A towel hung on the edge of a shelf, stiff from not being touched in a while. The copy of Thomas’ Glass Castle book sat opened to dry. But it was never picked up again.

The door soon open and Thomas came in with an arm full of chips and soda, a smile broke through Y/N’s face as she watched him struggle to put the items down. “I’m not lettin’ you leave till you absolutely have to.” She let out a light laugh as she opened a bag of chips. “Okay, but I do have a flight to catch.” Thomas smirked. “They won’t leave without ya.” Y/N rolled her eyes as she popped in a few chips. “Sure.” She said mouth half full.

They sat in a silence for a minute, almost causing Y/N to sink back into her heartbreak of today.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Thomas suddenly said, his eyes gazing  into hers. She fiddled with the tab of her pop before setting it down. “Are you gunna visit?” He asked hopefully, her heart rose as she watched him. “Of course.”

Another wave of silence engulfed the both of them, this time it left the feeling of words unsaid, their eyes never leaving each other. “Y/N.” Thomas began gently. “Can I try something?” He moved forward, she nodded and watched his every movement. His hand slid against her now burning cheek, he leaned closer, his lips hovering over hers for a moment before pressing into her.

Y/N could feel that same feeling she had the last time she kissed, but this time it left her wanting more and this time she could kiss him back, his lips molded against her as she gripped at his shoulder.

He moved back and looked away from her. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.” Y/N wasted no time to grab at the blue collar of his work shirt and pull him back into their kiss. She slowly stood from her chair and moved to straddle him, their lips almost never breaking from one another.

“I’m going to miss you so much.” He mumbled against her mouth and his hands rested on her hips. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long and now you’re leaving.” Y/N could care less about her flight, about her college, about anything. “You have me now.” She sighed out against him.

Thomas groaned lightly, his fingers gripping into her hips harder, his lips smashed into her, his tongue nudging against her which she quickly let into wrestle with hers. His lips then left to trail down her neck, his teeth grazed against her skin sending a shiver down her spine. Thomas moaned at her body movement into her skin.

She could feel him growing against her thigh. “Thomas.” She whispered in a breathy voice. “I have to go soon.” As much as she wanted to stay in this world of it just being him and her, she had to face reality. “God no.” He growled.

[totallyaccurate-hamilquotes]

Maria: ugh, I'm so jealous of you

Eliza: what? Why?

Maria: because your girlfriend is so much hotter than mine

Maria: *winks & walks away*

Eliza: *visible confusion* but—

Eliza: ...but we're dating...?

Eliza:

Eliza: WAIT, GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE—

[the10dollarfoundingfather]

Maria: I like my men the way I like my coffee.

Eliza: ...you hate coffee.

Maria: Exactly.

[hello-im-jade]

I spend way too much time doing this

reblogs > likes

<3

[lilpastelcloud-blog]

Just a Marliza doodle 👌

[ihopeyouburn-thatwouldbeeno-blog]

Masterlist

alexander hamilton

Hopes

john laurens

nothing living here yet...

marquis de lafayette

nothing living here yet...

hercules mulligan

nothing living here yet...

aaron burr

we'll have to wait for it.

george washington

nothing living here yet...

angelica schuyler

itll be in the sequel. WORK!

elizabeth schuyler

im going to have to include her in the narrative.

peggy schuyler

AND--! wait...

thomas jefferson

nothing living here yet...

james madison

where have you bEen

king george iii

itll be back

Ya'll can request stuff lmao ty

[sillyteecup]

Right in the centre of my mind: o3. First breath, in the wrong direction.

Thomas Jefferson X Black!O.C

Ch.3

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Slight violence

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9th grade. The first time Iman and Thomas exchange words. They see more of each other. Be it at the shack, or at school. Sometimes even on the basketball courts near the shack where he and his friends would play against Alex and their other friends.

They never speak.

They don't even exchange greetings.

Fresh out of toxicity, Iman's a freshman. At Claredon high. Eliza, Alex, John, Herc, Laf, Pegs. All in different schools. So Iman has to make new friends. She befriends a couple kids in her class. Including a french girl named Adrienne de Noailles. And Elizabeth Kortright.

From Buxton Middle school, there's Maria Reynolds. They were never really the best of friends. Never even saw eye to eye. An intellectual rivalry was what they called it.

Eventually though, after realising that they have a lot in common (they just happened to have a crush on the same guy but on separate occasions) they become friends.

Maria even begins to take the bus with Iman.

They get to sit upstairs.

They sit in the row second to last on the right with Peggy and Eliza. Joining the Hamilsquad who sat on the left side of the aisle.

The large group engages in a playful argument about whose school is better. It becomes physical when a pencil is sent flying in the girls' direction.

Many mundane items are used as ammunition, but none as significant as Iman's deodorant spray can. It flies in the wrong direction.

The bus is silent.

"Alexander who did I-"

The can flies right into Iman's face. "Fuck!" A chorus of boisterous laughter can be heard from behind the girls seats. Against all the warning looks sent her way, Iman gets up and makes her way to the culprits, spray can in hand. There's three of them. Iman recognizes all but only knows the name of one.

Thomas Jefferson.

"You, Big bird. Who threw this?" she demands.

He smirks. "That would be me." His friends are still laughing. They're making her nervous, but also simultaneously pissing her off. "Are you gonna apologize?" He starts laughing.

It is at this point when everyone expects her to knock him out with the can.

"Well, I'm sorry for accidentally throwing you with this," she says raising it up. Her apology is sincere, it stops the laughter and softens their features.

"Apology accepted," he says with a nod. His returned sincerity gives her hope. "Is this the part where you apologize?" His features harden. "No."

He and his friends laugh. Her friends know that she's just about done with their shit. But before she can do anything, he gets up and brushes past her, heading to the bottom of the bus. He has to get off. That meant she does to.

She scrambles to grab her stuff and rushes down the stairs, pushing Jefferson into the rail in the process. "Fuck!" She flips him off.

The bus stops and she gets off. Jefferson unfortunately, doesn't. Meaning he has to get off 3 miles away from his house.

His demeanor is calm, but the fury in his eyes is terrifying. He nods slowly at her as the bus keeps going with him inside it.

Maybe she should just stay off the bus for a week.

Tagging: @ramp-it-up @ohsoverykeri @sebastianabucknettastan @daveedsfigs

[vttiiu]

Breakups and Attempted Makeups.

Plot: Eliza breaks up with Maria and Maria is face to face with grief meanwhile a message creeps its way to her phone.

Ship: Marliza

Fandom: Hamilton

AU: Modern

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The dark of night was beautiful, especially when you put yourself at the top of a parking deck in a beautiful city. It was a summer night, and the view was amazing. City Lights, Cars driving and the noises of them passing by fast. It was great. The view was amazing and picture perfect, but not everything seems to be perfect at the least.

Maria and Eliza were basically the seemingly perfect couple, Eliza had treated Maria to dinner and this was the aftermath on the parking deck. Maria stared out at the city, a smile painting her face as she stood there. Eliza was more focused on something besides the view and Maria, but the other didn't take any notice. Maria looked over at her Girlfriend, a smile still on her face. "Oh, Eliza. This is amazing!" Maria brought out after a few moments. Eliza didn't seem happy, and Maria grew concerned but washed it away.

Eliza sighed, looking over at the view before she decided to speak. "Maria.." She muttered, before getting out the rest of her sentence. "I, uhm.. I really think maybe we should break up?" Eliza said, unsureness of Maria's reaction settling into her voice.

Maria was fazed by the sentence, and her head shot over to Eliza. "What? Why!?" She asked, her voice beginning to grow into a heartbroken tone. Her heart felt as if it was breaking right then and there. "I-It's just, I don't really.. feel anything anymore." Eliza admitted, reluctantly. "Is there someone else..?" She asked, looking at Eliza upsettingly. "No! There isn't.. It's just.. Maria, I just.. You're an amazing person and there's someone out there that will love you one day, and I guess it's just not me!" Eliza said, the other female who grew heartbroken even more by the second felt tears building up.

"I'll take you back to your place. I'm so sorry." Eliza said, and that was the last thing one of them had even said to the other.

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Maria's night was spent crying, well. More like the rest of the month, truthfully. She was utterly heartbroken and hated seeing Eliza at school so happy with someone that isn't here. Eliza dated one person, Alexander Hamilton. But the two ended up with a falling out, and broke up. Eliza was flirting with other girls and guys, even in front of Maria's face when she was nearby and Maria was oblivious to as if she was doing it on purpose or accident. It took Maria awhile to get over what happened, and she knew that night had to be too perfect to be amazing. It was the worst night of her life, the night the one she loved for so long slipped out of her life and she didn't know what she did wrong.

Maria sat on her bed, looking around before sighing and laying down. She stared at the ceiling, before the sudden ringing of her cellphone was heard. She looked over at her nightstand, her eyebrow raising as she moved to grab the phone. She saw Eliza's name, and sighed before answering the phone. "What do you want..?" She asked, reluctantly. Eliza's voice was almost instantly heard after Maria finished her sentence. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Maria, I-I wish I never left you.. everything's so.. weird and shit now.." Eliza said, and Maria took a moment to reply.

After all she went through being hung over on Eliza, as if she was some alcoholic drink and Maria was the alcoholic who was in with-drawl and eventually stopped her addiction.. Did she want that addiction back?

No, who would?

"Eliza, you know. Maybe if you weren't so.. dumb or something.. and left.. you could still have me. But you know, all you had to do was stay." Maria said, hanging up the phone and throwing her phone onto her bed beside her.

-

Maria regret saying that almost an hour later. She felt like she just lost something, something she loved, something that mean't so damn much. She sat at her kitchen table, not even knowing what she was doing anymore. She was sitting there, her phone in front of her as if she was waiting for one simple text. She sat there until unknowingly the tears starting coming. 

She was crying, only her sobs filling the house with noise. That was all she was doing all of a sudden. But why? Her broken heart was fixed.. Not. You can never fix a broken heart. Maria's heart seemingly broke again and she did it to herself and was feeling like shit for it. All she wanted was to cry for the rest of her life and felt as if she couldn't safe herself from what can be called pain. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth, her sobs loud and clear and the tears pouring. She couldn't handle it. The break up was terrible enough but realizing she said something that was simple but yet harsh to someone she loved and someone who wanted her back just hurt so damn much.

The only thing that seemed to quiet her was the realization that one text she was waiting for appeared, just her luck.

[mistermulli]

Draw some Marliza?

Jiggle jiggle pop!

[inkblots-writings]

Carved In Ink (Part One)

Pairing: Maria Reynolds x Elizabeth 'Eliza' Schuyler (main pairing)

Trigger Warning: Abuse, Homophobic language, Swearing, Self-hatred.

Maria Lewis never believed in soulmates.

It's not that she didn't have one. Of course she did, everyone did. Her soulmate was called Eliza, and her name was tattooed on the inside of her wrist. When she was younger, she would often rub her thumb over the elaborate cursive and daydream about who the fates had chosen for her.

But now...

Now she would often run the heel of her hand savagely as the poisened ink stubbornly refused to smudge, instead remaining immaculate. Untouched. Pure. It remained everything she wasn't.

 Fresh, hot tears poured down from her eyes and cascaded down her flushed cheeks as she sat on the cold, hard Lino floor of the bathroom. Shakily, she grabbed the icy white porcelain and pulled herself up steadily to her feet. Slowly, she let fresh oxygen fill up her empty lungs and then let it leave her again. Her eyes were closed. She couldn't bear to open them. Not now

Stupidly, she let her mind wander to her soulmate. Who was she? She was maybe a few inches taller than Maria, who had always been on the short side. Her ebony hair was shiny, like a raven's wing. And it was fastened loosely into a low ponytail that fell just down to her waist. A teal dress hung limply from he slender frame, ending mid-thigh. The ballerina were also a powder blue. From her thin wrist she wore a bracelet of pearls that were as white as snow. Just like her teeth that contrasts ever-so slightly with her baby pink lips that were pulled into a permanent smile that dazzled like a disco ball. And it wasn't forced.

Taking in a deep breath. She pried her eyes open. Fresh, new bruises had appeared. How was she going to explain? Looking down at her wrists, new marks had shown themselves where James had grabbed her. You see, James got drunk sometimes. And when James got drunk, he got mad. And when James got mad, Maria got hit.

Maria had been forced to marry James at the tender age of nineteen. Her parents didn't exactly like the fact that their daughter's soulmate is a female as well. In fact, they absolutely detested. She was a freak of nature. An oddity, a monster, a mutant. She wasn't human. She was something to be ashamed of, to be hidden away. And so, she was palmed off to whoever her parents could find. Closing her eyes slowly, she let out yet another shaky breath and started rubbing her wrists. Thrusting it underneath the running tap that flowed with scalding water that burned with molten lava. She inhaled sharply, hissing at the heat and pumped a generous amount of the powdery, candy floss pink soap into her hand. She rubbed the bubbles onto the offending words that were traitorously etched into the inside of her wrist for all eternity.

 She rubbed and rubbed and rubbed until her tan skin had turned raw red. Cursing inwardly at her soulmate. Cursing her husband. Cursing those poisonous words. Cursing herself for being stupid enough to be with a woman's name instead of a man's. Several images flashed before her in her mind's eye. She was young and hopeful. Blissfully innocent and naïve. Her eyes shone with happiness, a happiness that comes from daydreaming daily about her soulmate, her one true love.

Then she was older. She was wiser now- an insecure girl teased about the name written in perfect cursiveon he chocolate skin. Deep, soulful eyes were beginning to look sadder now. The bright shining sparkle that used to gleam and dazzle vibrantly, was now dulled and dimmed.

 Just as she disappeared, a new figure appeared. Maria on her wedding day in a long, pristine dress that was white and crisp as snow. The lace veil tactfully the features of a scared young girl. Doe eyes pleading with her, a rabbit caught in headlights.

And then, she appeared as she was now. She was only half-dressed, dishevelled, a mess. What was the word James had used? 'Pathetic'. That's what he said. "Pathetic little bitch," Those were his exact words. That and "Disgusting fag!" He had spat those words as if they were a terrible, horrific poison. He had told her that she was worthless. He told her that he had only taken her In out of the pity he felt for her poor, disgraced parents. He told her that he had taken her In out of the kindness of his heart. That she should be thanking him. And he told her all of this as she lay beaten, bloodied and bruised on the kitchen floor. When she stared up at him, eyes dark and hollow- completely and utterly helpless. When he glared back down at her with nothing but bitter contempt and hatred in his cold, harsh glare that conveyed the inky ice in his soul.

Maybe Maria Lewis did believe in soulmates, after all. But Maria Reynolds never did.