angelica sound

hamilton characters as memes
  • Alexander Hamilton: "Miley, what's good?"
  • Aaron Burr: "I'm auditioning for the role of US President and I'll be singing 'I'm the Greatest Star'"
  • Marquis de Lafayette: *shoving breadsticks into my purse*
  • John Laurens: "I am gay gay gay I like long big cocks"
  • Hercules Mulligan: "JOHN CENA"
  • Eliza Schuyler: cinnamon roll too good for this world, too pure
  • Peggy Schuyler: *looks at smudged writing on hand*
  • Angelica Schuyler: okay... that sounds fake but okay
  • Thomas Jefferson: kinkshame
  • King George III: ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ fᵘͨᵏ ʸºᵘ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ʷʰʸ ʸºᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐ ºʰ ᵐʸ ᵍºᵈ ˢᵗºp fᵘͨᵏ'ⁿ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ
  • Phillip Schuyler: mmmm whatchya sayyyy
The Bad Guy (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Originally posted by diggstrash

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Requested?: ‘Tjeff with #45 “everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy"’ (@predomina-buna)

Prompt: "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy”

Words: 3200+

Warnings: Southern Motherfucking Democratic-Republicans, Fluff, High school setting, Prom



“Stay away from Thomas Jefferson. He’s nothing but trouble for a sweet girl like you.”

That’s all you’ve been hearing from your new friends at Monticello High. You transferred there because of your old school upstate was shut down because of sanitary violations. Your family moved from Albany to New York City in order for you to go to school here. You knew your cousins were attending here so you knew you were going to be safe. You didn’t have many friends so your cousins, the Schuyler sisters, introduced you to their friends and you connected with them. You were really good friends with Eliza’s boyfriend Alexander and Alexander’s gay friend John. The rest of the group were cool and really nice to you. You always talked with them regularly and sat with them at lunch. You were all a big happy family.

That is until you met the Southern Democratic-Republicans.

The Virginian duo and upstate New Yorker that made this trio of chaos were the first things Alexander decided to educate you on once you entered the group. Alexander had a really hostile past with the trio of Juniors that ran the school Debate team and Government class. He would pinpoint each individual member and speaks about them in a hushed tone.

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the reynolds pamphlet | empty theatre

*wear headphones

"I'll leave you to it!" - helpless vs. satisfied
Angelica Schuyler
"I'll leave you to it!" - helpless vs. satisfied

this has probably already been said by someone else, but i listened to these bits of helpless and satisfied on repeat at least 15 times to be sure i wasnt imagining it so here it is: angelica’s “i’ll leave you to it” after introducing hamilton & eliza sounds so different in the two songs? 

in helpless she sounds sad and almost out of breath, while in satisfied she sounds teasing and confident

it’s like we’re hearing what she really sounded like/what eliza heard but was too distracted by hamilton to notice vs what angelica thought/wished she sounded like - sure of herself and capable of lying about what she felt for her sister’s sake 

{ five’s company // ch. 22 }

t/w: none!

inbox || masterlist

chapter twenty-two.

month five. You wrote in pretty cursive at the bottom of the polaroid you took this morning. You had gotten into the habit of taking pictures of your progress. Often you took the photo from your phone, but for milestones like these, you asked one of the boys to take a polaroid of you.

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With Deepest Affections (Aaron Burr x Reader)


Request: “Could you do #169 with Aaron Burr?”

169: “I just want you to know that when I picture myself happy…it’s with you.”

Words: 2674

(A/N- I know that Aaron Burr wasn’t actually Charles Lee’s second in his duel against John Laurens,  but these imagines are more about the musical characters than the real people. Also it fits in with the story really nicely :D)

The letter arrived on your doorstep one day. Your full name was written on the front of the envelope in flowing black ink. Perplexed, you tore it open and sat down in your mother’s favorite arm chair.

Dear Miss L/N,

I regret that I cannot speak to you in person. I am currently fighting with the Continental Army in Monmouth County. I work closely with your brother, Charles Lee, and I must admit, you caught my eye at the ball before we left. I was not able to approach at the time, but I could not rest knowing that you remained unaware of my feelings toward you. I really do wish you could hear all of this from my voice, but I simply could not wait to tell you, funny, considering I am usually a man of great patience. I suppose that just shows how strong an impact you’ve made on me. 

By the time you receive this letter, we will mostly likely be engaged in battle. I assure you, however, that I will continue to write until my return at which time I hope you will allow me the pleasure of accompanying me to dinner.

With deepest affections, 

Aaron Burr

You couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face. You laughed at the idea that someone who knew your brother well and still wanted to be involved in the family. You loved Charles yes, but you also knew how stubborn he could be. He hadn’t wanted to join the army, but he felt the need to prove his bravery to your father.  At least one good thing came out of this: If Charles had not wanted to fight, you never would’ve gone to the farewell ball to see him off, and this Aaron Burr never would’ve spotted you. You were deeply upset that you didn’t know who this man was and could not put a face to the name. It didn’t matter what he looked like though, his words had moved you. Eager to find out more of the man, you pulled a coat of your gown and set of towards the Schuyler household knowing that they were all well versed in the hierarchy of New York citizens and the three daughters had also attended the ball. You rapped on their door only twice before it swung open. 

“Y/N!” Angelica squealed and hugged you. 

“Y/N?” Another questioned before Peggy appeared behind Angelica. She elicited a sound of joy and hugged you as well. 

“It’s so good to see you two!” You looked around. “Where’s Eliza?” 

“Oh, she’s off writing a letter to Alexander.” Peggy rolled her eyes. “Another one.”

“Well, they are in love.” Angelica said to Peggy and looked away. “Not that I’m not overjoyed to see you,” Angelica said motioning for you to come in, “but what brings you here.” 

“I have a question. It’s rather important actually.”

“Go on…” Angelica said.

“Do either of you have any knowledge about a man named Aaron Burr?” You said timidly. 

“Oh my.” Angelica rolled her eyes. Your heart sank.

“What? What about him?” 

“He’s also trying to get with some rich girl. Usually one of us,” said Peggy. 

“Really?” You were taken aback. His words seem so sincere. 

“Has he approached you too?” Angelica asked. 

“Well..” you started. “He wrote me a letter saying I caught his eye at the farewell ball. He said he knew Charles well and that they were working together.” You couldn’t keep the disappointment out of your voice. Angelica picked up on this. She had you sit. 

Look,” she said, taking both your hands into to her gingerly, “I’m not saying whatever he said wasn’t true, but I would be careful not to fall too quickly. You have no idea where his intentions really lie, and you have no way of knowing the real tone of his words through a letter.” You nodded solemnly. 

Just be careful, Y/N” Peggy said. You smiled at her. Not many people gave her credit for her mature wisdom. 

Thank you, both of you. I think I will wait to reply to him. If he truly does have deeper feelings for me, he will write again anyway right?” You said, 

Excellent idea, Y/N.” Angelica smirked at you. 

A week had passed since you received your first letter from Aaron. Your hopes were beginning to sink lower and lower. You almost caved and wrote back several times, but you stopped yourself. You were convinced that if he really cared, he would write again. Thankfully you didn’t have to worry anymore because exactly one week and one day after the first letter, another arrived. 

Dear Miss L/N

My friend Alexander Hamilton has informed me that you may have heard things about me. His wife, Elizabeth, wrote to him saying her sisters told you my intentions may not be pure. Know this, Y/N, I will do everything in my power to prove myself to you. I’ll do whatever it take. I’m willing to wait for you.

I am sorry to be the one to tell this news, but your brother has recently been involved in a dispute with our own George Washington and some of his most loyal soldiers, including Alexander. Now a duel has been scheduled between Charles and a man named John Laurens, unless Charles takes his word back. Being acquainted with both Charles and Laurens, I am afraid that Charles is too stubborn to apologize and Laurens will not be satisfied until he does. Per my request, I will be Charles second. I know what it can be like to lose a family member, and I sincerely don’t want you to go through that. It’s painful. It tears someone up inside, and you don’t deserve that. I promise you I will protect your brother. 

You paused. It almost seemed impossible to read on. You knew war was dangerous and that Charles wasn’t the bravest, but you never thought he could face death from a comrade. You took a shuddering breath and read on.

In reference to what the Schuyler sisters have told you about me. I must say some of their words reign true. I have tried my hand with them, but not because of their wealth. Orphanhood is a lonely life. It would be much easier if there was someone to share it with. Maybe it’s a good thing did not meet in person. I might have blundered my chances with you like I apparently had with them. Things are different with you, though. It pains me that we’ve never been formally introduced, but I’ve heard so much about you from the other men in my ranks. I can understand why you might not want to, but it would ease the ache in my heart greatly if I received a response from you. 

With deepest, and true, affections,

Aaron Burr

You shakily set the letter on the table next to you. A whirlwind of emotions was wreaking havoc in you. You were dismayed by the news of your brother’s misfortune, but Aaron’s words, like before, touched your heart. You absolutely must write one back. You couldn’t torture the poor man. You grabbed paper and soon the only sound filling your room was of your quill scratching along. 

Weeks passed filled with nothing but letters between you and Aaron. Each letter ended the same “With deepest affections”. Every chance you got you asked those around you about him, desperate to know him on a deeper level. He told the results of the duel. Charles was shot, but not killed, and would return home soon. You were thrilled, of course, that Charles was alive, but if you were honest, you were really awaiting when you could finally see Aaron in person. You two weren’t officially courting. You had the sense that Aaron wanted to ask you in person, which you respected, but you were desperate to call the boy yours. He’d written in a letter that he should be home for around two months soon, but he did not know the exact date. You were beyond eager and has been taking some measures to make sure you had the right look when he arrived. He knew what you looked like, but you had only heard people describe him to you. From what you heard, he wasn’t unattractive, but this only made you more nervous. 

You were sitting in the same chair you always sat in when you heard a knock on your door. You put down the book you reading and rushed to the door. Checking that every hair was in its place and that you had a rosy tint on your cheeks, as you had every time come to your door for a week just in case it was Aaron, you pulled your front door open. A man you didn’t recognize stood there smiling at you.

“Miss L/N” he bowed to you. 

“Mr Burr, I presume?” You tried your best to stay. 

“Please, you can call me Aaron.”

“Well then you must call me Y/N, sir.” you smiled. 

“Of course.” He smiled back. “Fancy a walk?” You nodded eagerly. You were desperate to spend more time with him away form the prying eyes of your neighbor and brother who was upstairs. The air from outside felt warm so you skipped the coat. 

“Charles! I am leaving!” you called to your brother. 

“Yeah okay.” you heard a muffled response. 

Aaron held his arm out and you took it gratefully. You two walked and talked for hours. The words flowing from both of your mouths just like they had in the letters. It was so different talking to him in person. Aaron was a very formal man, as you had expected from the tone of his letters, but you saw his true nature in the way he talked with hands when he was excited and the way he listened with such attentiveness to every word you had to say. Eventually, you found yourselves alone in a rather deserted part of town. Aaron stopped and looked at you. 

“Y/N I have to ask. I know it seems rather pointless at this point to even ask, but I feel I should. Will you allow me the great pleasure of courting you?” he looked deeply into your eyes.

“Of course, Aaron.” You smiled and he beamed down at you. He brought your hand to his lips but never broke eye contact with you. You were at a loss for words. He placed a hand gently on your cheek and you leaned ever so slightly into his touch. He took a step closer to you and you closed your eyes. You felt your lips meet his. His kiss was sweet and slow, and it left you breathless. He pulled away, and you could see the smile in his eyes. 

“Shall we continue?” he held his arm out again. 

“Certainly.” you said. 

Everyday you and Aaron walked together sometimes talking, sometimes just enjoying each others company. Sometimes you even mingled among friend at a party or ball. The fact is you were inseparable and often stayed out late into the evening because you couldn’t bear to leave each other.  Not many were supportive of your relationship. Angelica and Peggy had gotten over it, but that didn’t stop others from talking. They thought you were being naive. Your family wasn’t extremely wealthy, but you had more than Aaron. It seemed everyone in New York was convinced he only wanted your money. These accusations were so troubling it almost separated you, but you both soon came to your senses and realized that you could weather any storm better as a team. You knew the truth though.  Aaron had made it very clear to you how much he loved you. You had made it clear you felt the same.  

One night you found yourselves all dressed up at a dinner hosted by the Schuyler family. You felt so proud to be by his side, but the feeling was bittersweet. Aaron had just found out that he would be leaving in a months time, and you couldn’t help having that thought clouding over you. 

“Is something wrong, Y/N” he said after the man he had been talking to left. “You’ve been quiet, which is rather unlike you.” He winked at you. You smiled. 

“I’m fine, Aaron.” you patted his arm reassuringly. 

“Excuse me for a moment.” he said. 

You furrowed your brow. “Of course.” you said. He released your arm and walked off into the crowd. You felt rather cold not pressed against his side. 

After a bit, Eliza came up to you and told you to follow her. You were utterly confused, but you trusted her.

 She led you through a hallway to a door you’d never seen before. She kissed on the cheek and then instructed you to open the door. She left briskly giggling like a child. You had no idea what you were about to find on the other side of this door, but you were going to find out. 

Slowly, you eased the door open and saw him standing there looking as amazing as ever with a smile on his face. He was surrounded by flowers of different kinds and the only light was provided a few candles scattered about the room. 

“Aaron? What is this?” A nervous smile crept onto your face. He motioned for you to come over. He took both of your hands in his. 

“Y/N, I’ve been meaning to do this for awhile. Since I talked to Charles about it but…but I was waiting for the right time and then Alexander told that I need to stop waiting and just go for it. I thought for once I might actually take his advice.” 

Realization dawned on you. What else could he have talked to Charles about concerning you? You weren’t sure so you held your tongue.

“I know not everyone has been supportive of this relationship, but Y/N I don’t care what they say. So many people have wanted to be by your side the way I am, but I’ve never wanted to be with someone as much as much I want to be with you. These people are always trying to get to us. They’re convinced that I’m not right for you. And they’re right.” You opened your mouth but he held a hand up to stop you. “I will never be good enough for you because no man could ever match someone like you. But I want you to know that when I picture myself happy, it’s with you. I can’t go back to war with any uncertainties about this.” He knelt down in front of you, and the tears that had been brimming at your eyes overflowed. 

“Y/N marry me. Make me the happiest man alive. Screw what everyone else says about us. I just want to be with you.”

You were so choked up that for a moment you weren’t sure you would be able to answer him. “Yes.” you barely whispered. He stood up instantly and kissed you. You closed your eyes and savored the moment, wishing you could live in this happiness forever. 

“I love you, Aaron.” You said when he pulled away.

“I love you too, Y/N. With deepest affections.”

connected thoughts i have yet to figure out how to put together into a coherent post:

  • burr and angelica are the only characters to serve as narrators in the show (burr throughout, angelica in it’s quiet uptown). (alexander is technically an exception to this, but he only narrates when burr gives him explicit permission–”i’ll let him tell it.”)
  • burr and angelica are also the only characters to ever address the audience directly as “you” (”are you ready for more yet?” “you see it, right?”). (again, alexander is a possible exception–”that’s true”–but my personal pet theory about that line is still that it’s lmm momentarily breaking character to address the audience.)
  • (satisfied actually is fascinating in the range of–perspectives? addressees?–it has. first verse is external, to alex and eliza (”a toast to the groom…”); the second verse is internal, to alexander (”but alexander, i’ll never forget the first time i saw your face”); the third verse is internal with no direct addressee (though the “you see it, right?” line at least suggests that it’s sung to the audience specifically, rather than the audience implicitly getting a look inside her head. no one sees inside angelica’s head without her permitting/filtering it); it stays that way until the second round of “to the groom!” and then goes back to internal with the final lines.)
  • burr and angelica also split the “every other founding father’s story gets told / every other founding father gets to grow old / and when you’re gone who remembers your name / who keeps your flame who tells your story” line, which is explicitly from a narrator’s point of view.
  • alexander and eliza are so intrinsically tied into the narrative itself (”what is a legacy?” “oh let me be a part of the narrative”) it’s as if burr and angelica, as their respective counterpoints, are somehow outside it
Finding Her

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Pairing: marliza (maria x eliza)

Premise: modern soulmate au – Eliza and Maria desperately seek their soulmate in a world where their first words to you are written on your arm from birth.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 1066 (the last one will be longer, I promise!)

tagging: @genericusernameblahblahblah 

a/n: enjoy <3 

“I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” Eliza murmured into Angelica’s shoulder. All the sisters were cuddling on the couch together, comforting the middle child.

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” Angelica said. “It sounds like she just needs to figure some stuff out.”

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Alright, I need you to imagine something.

I want you to imagine It’s Quiet Uptown.  

Yup, I know.  It hurts.  Do it.

Hear the piano.  Hear it.  Hear Angelica.  Mmmm, Angelica, you sound so great.

Alexander and Eliza standing in the middle of the stage.  Eliza is in her all black dress, and Alexander looks so tired.  He looks lost.  He’s imploring her, and she’s not responding.

And now hear Eliza say, “It’s quiet uptown.”  

And I need you to imagine this.

I need you to imagine Alexander’s face contorting into a sob as he completely loses it.  This is not a little eyebrow furrow, a little subtle sadness.  This is full on weeping, tears streaming down his face.  He hears her voice, and there’s relief and love and so much emotional release.  

And hear the word.  Forgiveness.

And Alexander is sobbing openly on stage, while Eliza looks straight forward, so exhausted, so broken.

Yep, that’s it.  That’s It’s Quiet Uptown.  And if you don’t think I was choking back ugly tears, you are wrong.  

{ vacancy // hercules x reader }

prompt: reader hears a noise in the house in the middle of the night and wakes up herc bc she’s scared

You were sleeping soundly next to Hercules, his arm wrapped around your waist lazily. You opened your eyes slowly when you heard a loud noise. It sounded like someone had hit a wall. Or maybe hit something to get inside. You weren’t sure if it was coming from the inside or the outside, but you were still nervous. The sound was loud enough for you to wake up.

You bit your lip, slowly getting up. You felt sick to your stomach, shaking Hercules’ arm desperately.

“H-Herc,” You mumbled. “Hercules, please. Wake up.” You shook him once more, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes until eventually, you felt him shift. 

“M-Mm?” He moved slightly, opening his eyes slowly. “What’s w-wrong, sugar?” 

“I think I heard something,” You whispered. “I think maybe someone b-broke into the house.” You sighed. “C-Can you go check?”

Hercules didn’t like how small your voice sounded. He didn’t want you to be scared, especially if he could do something about it.

Hercules nodded, sitting up. He swung his legs over the bed and pushed himself off the bed. He went to the closet, reached just behind the door and found the bat. He twirled it around in his hand slowly, almost methodically, before quietly opening the bedroom door to leave. 

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Warmth (Angelica Schuyler x Reader)


Request Queue 

Warnings- It’s a bit longer and more emotionally than I meant because my brain wouldn’t shut up oops

Request- “Hey idk if you’d wanna write something like this but I’ve kinda been dying for a modern day bi!reader makes their way through Alex,Herc and John (good blood, not drama) and ultimately ends up with Eliza or Angelica that nobody saw coming you know?”

Song- Girls/Girls/Boys – Panic! at the Disco 

Words- 3,602

John had been the first. You had met at a college party, the first of that year, when you were both wasted of your asses. You’d had a night of awkward drunken making out, some almost-but-not-really sex, and very awkward confrontation in the morning. But then he decided to text you, which you really respected, especially considering he went out his way to find your number since you never gave it to him that night. Or maybe you did. You still couldn’t quite remember. Either way, it was a nice thing to do, not a lot of guys would. The two of you went on several dates over the span of about two months. You had some good times, some really good times, but in the end, you both agreed that you were more compatible when both of you were drunk, and who wants a relationship clouded by alcohol all the time? Well that and…there had also been the matter of his best friend Alex…

Alex was a sweet boy, but oh so misguided. The kid barely said two words to you the entire time you were dating John, despite being his roommate and you spending a lot of time in John’s dorm. He was always on his laptop, doing god knows what. You thought maybe he was one of those computer geeks. One of those awkward guys with a heart of gold underneath. Turns out he was kind of an asshole. Once you and John split, Alex jumped on your train faster than a street painter running from patrol. After John, now a solid, and platonic, drinking buddy, had practically begged you to go on a date with him so he would shut up about you, you caved. He didn’t seem like the worst person to date, even if it was a little strange that he was your kinda-sorta-ex’s roommate. The first date actually went rather well, but there wasn’t much of a second date. There was a lot of texting and some casual hang outs, but he was taking overload classes and never had time to do things with you. You ended up spending a lot of time alone or with other friends. You were in more solitude dating Alex than you were when you were single. It came to the point where neither of you felt like you were even dating anymore, so without ever formally ‘breaking up’, you separated.

Then there was Lafayette. There was definitely Lafayette. When two men who know you, and what you like in bed, introduce you to tall, fit man with a French accent, how the hell were you supposed to resist? Lafayette was…something. You were never openly a couple, but if anyone left the two of you alone for more than five minutes…well… He was just so alluring; you couldn’t help it.  That ‘friend with benefits’ deal lasted for several months, until he traveled back home for the summer, and you both realized that phone sex just wasn’t the same.

It was during that summer that you met Hercules. Hercules was your favorite to be with, though you would never admit that to any of the other boys. You’d never actually fallen in love with Hercules, thank God, but out of all the boys, you’d come the closest to love with him. Hercules was funny, he was fucking hilarious actually. And he treated you right. Not that the other boys hadn’t, but you could always tell he was putting effort into the relationship. It started as a close friendship, one of those slow burn relationships that tore you apart in the best way. However, when you finally got together, things didn’t really…click. Everything seemed great on the surface. He was a great guy, never did anything to make you angry or upset, but that was just it. He was too perfect, not to mention he never seemed very into the idea of sleeping with you. When you asked the other boys about it, they said that despite the way he spoke, they weren’t sure if Herc had ever actually gotten that far with a girl. You confronted him about it calmly, fearing that maybe it was you, maybe he found you unattractive, or repulsive even. His face paled when you asked, but you reassured him that he could be totally honest with you, no matter what if meant for the relationship. That was when it all came tumbling out, and things started to make sense. Not to indulge in stereotypes, but the man did design clothes. It also explained why he’d never tried to have sex with you. Relieved, that it wasn’t you, you hugged him and explained that you weren’t mad. You totally understood. Eventually, he worked up the courage to tell the entire group, and then his parents. You couldn’t be happier for him.

It had been months since that summer, and having tried your hand at dating four guys in about one school year, you were taking a needed break from the dating pool. It was actually kind of fun being best friends with four exs. The jokes and petty fights that flew through the group always had you laughing for days, like this particular conversation.

“Okay, be honest, Y/N. Who was better me or Laf?” John leaned across the booth to ask you. 

“For the last time, I’m not answering this question.” You took a sip of your cold drink and looked at Eliza, Alex’s new girlfriend.

“Are they always like this?” she whispered.

“Men are so competitive.” You rolled your eyes, which made Eliza giggle. You’d only talked with her a few times before you and Eliza were good friends. She was great for Alex. Extremely patient and what not.

“Oh!” She jumped as her phone buzzed. Alex turned to her with a concerned look. “Angelica.” Eliza explained. Alex nodded and turned back to his conversation with John.

“Angelica?” you asked Eliza.

“My sister. She just flew in from London.” Eliza spoke up to the rest of the group. “Is it alright if my sister joins us?”

No one objected so she started to type on her phone.

“Y/N, we did not come out tonight to watch you play on your phone the whole time.” Hercules stated about ten minutes later.

“What?” You looked up from your phone. “Sorry I was…” You froze. Someone new had joined the group. “I was just… Nothing. Nevermind.” You shook yourself from your daze and stared down at the table. God, she was beautiful. You wanted to keep looking at her, but that was weird, obviously, and for some reason you really didn’t want this girl to think you were weird.

“Anyway as I was saying…” Eliza stated. You could feel her eyes on you. “This is my sister Angelica.”

Eliza went around introducing each of the members of the group.

“You already know Alexander, of course. And this is Y/N.”

You looked up from your twiddling thumbs and smiled at Angelica. “Hi.” Your voice was quieter than you meant it to be. You cleared your throat. “It’s nice to meet you.” You stuck your hand out to shake hers, instantly regretting it. Who even shakes hands anymore? Were you making business deal?

Angelica laughed slightly. It sounded like what nectar from a flower tastes like. She took your hand and shook it before sternly telling Alex to move so she could sit next to you.

“So.. do you um… do you live in New York?” You asked her when she was comfortably seated next to you in the booth and Alex was pouting in a wooden chair.

“I used too,” she nodded. “But I live in London now.”

Your eyes widened. “That’s awesome! What made you decide to move so far?”

She shrugged and looked past you slightly, but a small smile still played across her face. “Kind of on a whim, you know? I’m an independent person so I guess I liked the idea of figuring it out and finding my own way in a new place. I love the adventure of it.”

“That’s amazing.” you said breathily.

Angelica’s dark eyes met yours and they stayed locked for a moment. “Plus it’s such a beautiful face-I mean place!” She sat up straighter. “London! It’s a really beautiful…place.”

Eliza frowned slightly at her sister, but didn’t say anything.

“What about you?” Angelica asked. “Are you from here?”

“Not originally,” You let your finger graze over the icy edge of your glass. “I came her for…college. That’s how I met these losers.” You gestured to group. “And this loser,” You pointed at Alex. “introduced me to your lovely sister.”

Eliza smiled and flipped her hair which made the group laugh.

“Yeah.” Eliza added. “Thank God Y/N dated John and Alex or else I never would have met her.”

You felt thoroughly mortified.

Angelica raised her eyebrows and turned to you. “John and Alex?”

“And Lafayette…” you mumbled, your hand over your face.

“And me!” Herc chimed in.

Angelica hummed and stared forward.

“I’m not like I’m a slut or anything!” you said quickly. “I mean…not like it’s necessarily bad to be with a lot of people, but like…I-”

“Since when has Y/N felt the need to explain herself to anybody?” John said, genuinely confused.

Lafayette pursed his lips and stared at you. “I certainly ‘ave not ever seen zis.”

“You must be special, Angelica.” Hercules stated, giving you a knowing look over his beer glass. You took a long sip of your drink. Your mouth was suddenly feeling very dry.

Angelica stayed for about another hour before Eliza told Angelica she was taking her back to the hotel, insisting that Angelica needed to sleep. Angelica made Eliza promise to give her everyone’s numbers before she was shooed out of the bar by her doting sister.

You left to your campus apartment soon after that. Your roommate was already asleep so you decided to go to bed as well, but that proved to be easier said than done. You couldn’t stop thinking about Angelica. Her laugh. The way she bounced when she was excited. You wanted to know so much more about her. You stared at the ceiling, picturing her smile. Your phone buzzed on the table next your bed. It lit up the dark.

You furrowed your brow and pulled it closer to your face. It was a new text from an unknown number. Even more confused, you opened it quickly.

Hey it’s Angelica, Eliza’s sister? This might sound weird but I can’t sleep (time zones and what not) and I was wondering you if wanted to do something? If you’re tired by all means sleep but I just thought I’d get to know my sister’s friend a little better

Your chest swelled, and you flew out of bed, flipping on the light. Thoughts filled your brain a thousand a second.

Was what you were wearing good enough? You should brush your teeth. Thank God you’d been too lazy to take your makeup off. You never texted back you idiot!

I’m totally down! Where are you staying? I’ll meet you

She texted back a few minutes later with the name of her hotel, and you practically ran out of your apartment.

Angelica was waiting in the lobby when you arrived at her hotel. She’d added a scarf and hat to her outfit.

“You live in England!” you laughed. “Aren’t you supposed to be used to the cold?”

Angelica smirked. “Laugh now, but it’s the dead of night in autumn,  and you’re going to regret that later.” She pointed to your thinly fabricked clothes.

You started down the street. “I feel like I should be asking you what you want to do. You’re the native.” She laughed which sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“True, but it’s been awhile since I’ve really explored. Who knows what’s changed?”

You shrugged. “It’s up to you, princess.” You stopped walking. “No, I mean-”

Angelica grabbed your hand and smiled. “It’s okay.” She started to pull you down the street with her.

Even when you stopped in front of a large building, she didn’t let go of your hand. “Okay. Honest guilty pleasure,” Angelica turned to you rather seriously. “I love looking at shops around Christmas time. I know Christmas isn’t for another month, but there are already lights up, and it just makes me feel warm inside.” She looked gleefully through the window of the store. It was closed at this hour, but she was right.  The early Christmas lights cast red gold streaks across her face. Watching her gave you that same warmth. 

 “Me too.” you stated.

“Really?” she turned to you excitedly. “It’s just so peaceful. There’s no craze of Christmas shopping yet, but you still get the spirit and glow. “ Several cars honked behind you. Angelica laughed. “Maybe not that peaceful.”

“You wanna see something with a lot of spirit and glow?” you prompted.

“Of course!” 

You smiled and lead her through busy streets and broken sidewalks to the place you knew so well by now. You were so excited that you were practically out of breath by the time you reached it.

“Tada!” you exclaimed excitedly. Angelica’s eyes shone as she surveyed the area. It was a forest, but every year, just after Thanksgiving, someone came and wrapped every tree in sparkling white lights. Angelica was speechless and maybe even breathless. Her mouth hung open. “Alex and I found it together last year.” you said proudly.

Angelica nodded slowly. “So you really dated all those boys, huh?” She turned to you. You suddenly felt like an animal on unwanted display.

“Uh, yeah. It’s quite a story.” you explained.

“I’d love to hear it.” Angelica stepped closer.

You laughed quietly and looked down. It was only late November, but there was a slight frost on the ground. Angelica had been right, you were pretty cold. “I guess the short version is that none of them were the one, you know? And I figured, why waste time dating someone if you don’t think it’s going to last? I mean we’re all still friends, obviously, so it’s not a big deal.” She nodded and took a another step closer to you, watching you carefully. “It was nice to have fun for awhile, but they only would’ve gotten hurt if I stayed with them.” You avoided her gaze.

“So you’re one of those people…”

“One of what people?” You were slightly offended, but mostly worried. You cursed Eliza for making her sister think that you didn’t take relationships seriously.

“One of those people thinks love is scary.” Angelica said almost tauntingly. “Someone who thinks that if love isn’t easy it’s doomed and that falling in love will end badly.”

You scoffed. “I’m not like that.”

“Oh really?” Angelica raised one eyebrow. Her skin was glowing from the Christmas lights.

“I’m not scared to fall in love. I just…haven’t yet.”

“You don’t seem like someone who’s never had their heart broken, Y/N.” You finally met her eyes. She was looking at you quizzically, but not like she was analyzing you, like so many others had. She looked at you like an abstract painting, and she wanted to know the meaning behind it. Angelica took both your hands and led you over to a bench a few feet away. You shivered slightly and Angelica smiled, removing her scarf and placing it around your neck.

“It’s alright to admit you’ve been hurt before.” she said softly, her hands still against your neck.

You smiled weakly and nodded. “It’s just been so long since I’ve talked to her, or about her even.”

“Her?” Angelica asked quickly, almost eagerly.

You chuckled. “Yeah, her. None of the guys know about her, not even Herc.”

Angelica put her hand over yours. “What was she like?”

“She was…amazing, beautiful. The first girl I really fell for.” You stared at the trees. If you squinted hard enough they almost looked on fire. “We moved into a room together my sophomore year of college, which meant my grandma would never talk to me and parents would be embarased to talk about me to their friends.” Angelica pressed her lips together and nodded, staring at the ground. “But it all seemed worth it, you know? I was in love.” you said in fake dreamy voice. “It was supposed to be nice and good. Just me and her together no matter what.”

“So what happened?” Angelica prompted.

You looked down at your hands. “After a while, something was…off. She didn’t understand me. She tried to, sure. She’d listen to my problems and held me when I was upset, but…but it was like she had this mold in her head, of what the perfect person would be. And if I wasn’t that, if I wasn’t her ‘perfect someone’ or her ‘dream girl’ was, I was nothing.” You paused for a moment. Angelica said nothing. “So I got out. I went to another college, farther away. I met new people, stopped talking to old friends who knew her, the usual stuff.”  

“That’s terrible.” Angelica said after a moment. You met her eyes again. “You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

You shrugged. “It happens.”

“No it shouldn’t.” Angelica held tightly onto your hands. “You’re a great person, Y/N.”

“Angelica, you just met me.”

“Doesn’t matter.” She smiled and shook her head. Her dark hair bounced under her hat. “I already know that you’re really special.” You looked into her eyes for a long while. She scooted closer to you on the bench. You glanced down at her lips. Your chest felt impossible tight.  

“Angelica I-”

“Shhh…” she whispered. Angelica placed her hand on the side of your face. You smiled and leaned in, wrapping your arms around her neck.

Maybe you were still a little intoxicated, or maybe just really happy, but something about this kiss was special. Angelica put her arms around you and pulled you closer.  You pressed against her lips like you needed her. Your skin was cold, but you felt so warm.

When you finally parted, you could see your breaths mingling in the frigid air.

“Well…I was gonna say that I think you’re special too.” you explained.  You both started laughing, unable to take your eyes off of each other.

“It’s late. We should get back.” you whispered. Angelica nodded and stood up, reaching her hand out to you. You grinned and took it. You walked her back to her hotel and then caught a cab back to the campus.

The next morning, your room was invaded by John, Laf, and Herc, much to your tired body’s chagrin.

“Come on!” Lafayette was trying to quite literally drag you out of bed. You mumbled something about sleep and grabbed onto the headboard.

“Alex is picking up Eliza and her sister, they’ll be here soon.” Hercules explained. You perked up quickly and got out of bed.

“Wow.” Lafayette commented, laying down in your place. You changed out of your pajamas and quickly started brushing through your hair.

“This is a really nice scarf, Y/N. Whose is it?” Hercules was holding up the piece of fabric that had been sitting on your nightstand. He wore a smirk on his face.

You snatched it  away quickly. “It’s a…friend’s.” Hercules raised his eyebrows at you.

“She’s blushing! If it’s not yours, whose is it, Y/N?” John grabbed the scarf away from you and tossed it to Lafayette.

“It looks like a woman’s.” He brought it up to his nose. “Smells like it also.” Lafayette looked to you for explanation.

The doorbell rang and John went to get it. You desperately tried to pick up any mess in your bedroom before they walked in. You went out to the ‘living room’ area to see Alex and Eliza walk in. There was a pause when Angelica stepped inside behind them.

You gave her a soft smile. “Hi.”

“Hey.” she said, smiling back.

“Oh uh,” you turned around and ripped the scarf out of Lafayette’s hands. “Your scarf.”

Angelica shook her head. “Keep it.”

“Oh…okay.” You held it to your chest.

Non!” Lafayette gasped.

“It can’t be.” John added.

“Totally.” Herc smirked.

“What? What’s happening? What am I missing?” Alexander asked quickly. You avoided everyone’s eyes, but Angelica was all smiles. John looked between you two.

“Did you…are you…?”

“I told all of you!” Hercules exclaimed. “I can smell gay a mile away!” You covered your face with your hands.

“Angelica’s gay?” Alex turned to Eliza who nodded like Alex should’ve have already known that. Truth be told, Eliza had probably told him and he’d forgotten.

“What? But zat must mean…”

“Yes! I like girls too!” you exclaimed, tired of the guessing and embarrassing truths.

“Wait,” Angelica turned away from the crowd and towards you. “They didn’t know?” she whispered.

“Not really.” you whispered. Angelica looked down guilty. “No! No,” You put your hand on her arm. “It’s not bad, I just never really knew how to bring it up.” you explained. “I guess this as good a way as any.” You and Angelica both laughed quietly.

“Oh God, it’s so cute.” Eliza interjected. She wore a proud smile on her face.

“Why didn’t you ever tell us?” John asked.

“I don’t know… It just never really felt like something to bring up. I didn’t want it to be a big deal when I told you so I just never did. Forgive me?”

“Of course.” Lafayette wrapped his arms around you. You had to go up on your toes just to hug him back.

“This isn’t weird, is it?” you asked Eliza. “Not that this is a this but like…” You looked to Angelica, and she smiled reassuringly.

“Honey, I got used to weird the second I met Alex.” she said. Everyone laughed. “Alright, now can we go to brunch because dear God, I need to eat.”

“Okay, we definitely need to leave then.” Alex said quickly. You all walked out to brunch laughing, and your hand held tightly onto Angelica’s.

The Memories You Don’t Remember

Peggy x Female Reader


Word Count: 2784

A/N: First off, I want to apologize in advance for how out of control long this got. I also wrote this as I was basically falling asleep, so I’m so sorry if I missed any errors in my read throughs. I was going to do a Herc fic after my Angelica one, but then this idea hit me and I couldn’t let it go. No worries though, Herc is next and it’s waaaay more fluffy than this angst piece.

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{ serendipity }

prompt: “i wanted to request some thomas x angelica stuff. maybe how they get together and how the sisters and alex react.”

“Duchess,” Thomas drawled, creeping up behind Angelica as she sat up in bed. He snuck his arms around her waist, gently kissed her shoulder. “You keep moving.”

She knew this scene all too well. She’d found herself becoming far too familiar with the satin sheets of his bed, the mahogany bed frame, his lavish home. She’d found herself becoming too familiar with the way his hands reached for hers, how his kisses felt against her skin.

Over time, she’d grown to love it. She learned to love him

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star-struck-and-waiting  asked:

8, Alex/Eliza!

“I don’t know how you get yourself into these situations,” Hamilton says as Church opens the door to the penthouse.   Church is in his racquetball outfit (he’s tried to get Hamilton into it, but it hasn’t quite stuck) and he accepts the papers Hamilton slaps against his chest with a smile.

“Always good to see my lawyer,” Church says, opening the door wider.  “Come in!  Have a drink!”  Church throws the papers down without looking at them.  It’s nice to be trusted so completely by someone in this family, Hamilton supposes.  And there are millions of dollars tied up in those papers.

Hamilton puts his hand up.  He knows better than to come in.  But Church grabs him around he shoulders and forces him inside.

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