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[Have you ever said “Don’t you know who I am?”] “Only at every meeting I’ve ever had with a casting director. Seriously, though, I’ve never said that and nor would I dream of doing so. My family would disown me and my mates would punch me if I even came close to saying that.”

A Winter’s Night

a/n: this fic is a soulmate AU; inspired by @justfandomwritings return to tumblr and the soulmate AU she wrote a week ago (and our undying love for soulmate AUs). This is my first Hamilton Imagine (imagine in general) and I’d reeeaaaallly love some feedback. without further a do…
Soulmate AU where everyone (with some exceptions) is given a compass when they are born;every compass comes with it’s own pair and when the soulmates are close to/have found each other the needle on the compass spins out of control. Written in second person, starts in third person then shifts to second person. (I mark where the shift is)… No warnings. 

Y/n did not want to go to the ball. She wanted to stay in her room and read her books and write until the candle burnt out. It’s not that she didn’t like balls. They were actually quite pleasant, she would have just rather have been in the warmth and comfort of her home, instead of introducing herself to strangers and making polite but meaningless small talk with them and dancing all night with possible suitors, who would possibly step on her feet and brush it off as if she had no feelings. She did not want to have her stay suffocate her and and cause her to almost faint if she was to be spun one too many times. This, however, was her father’s way to climb up the social ladder, so she had to suck it up (and suck it in) and smile and accept dances from all of her possible suitors. Nevertheless, y/n picked up her skirts and followed her parents into their carriage. 

It was a chilly evening. The trees were bare and the snow crunched under the boots and heels of the men and women arriving at the Burr residence. Before getting out of their carriage, y/n’s mother gave her a once over. She fixed y/n’s hair and ran her hand down the side of her face. ‘Y/n sweetheart, I want you to be on your best behavior. This night is very important to your father. I don’t want you to embarrass him. Accept all of the dances, understand?’ Y/n nodded. Y/n’s mother harbor the idea that y/n would embarrass her family. Y/n was the only child and as much as her parents loved her, she felt as if her parents resented the fact that their only child was a woman and the family name would not be continued through her. She plastered a toothy smile on her face. It didn’t reach her eyes but it satisfied her mother. 

Once inside, y/n was taken away from her parents by Angelica Hamilton. Angelica was y/n’s best friend, y/n liked to believe Angelica thought the same. Angelica Hamilton was a strong headed girl but still maintained to be very appealing to the opposing gender due to her beautiful looks. It’s not as if she were jealous of her, quite the opposite. She admired Angelica’s beauty, she had beautiful straight brown hair, that framed her freckled face wonderfully, she was lean and always looked beautiful. She was the second child in her family, she had 6 siblings and one on the way. Y/n had met all her siblings but one. Philip. He had always alluded her. First and foremost because he was sent to boarding school in New Jersey and followed a rigorous schedule that his father set up for him to ensure that Philip would live up to his potential. Secondly, Philip had been injured during a duel with George Eacker. Angelica had been grief stricken. She loved her siblings dearly but Philip was her role model. She looked up to him and though he was often away she cared for him deeply. From the way she talked about him, you felt as if you knew him.

(Change in pov; from third person to second person)

You were lost in thought when Angelica shook your shoulder. ‘Y/n did you hear what I said?’ You blushed and shook your head. ‘No I’m sorry I was lost in thought.’ You said. 'What were you thinking about?’ She asked. You reached up to your neck to grab your compass. 'I was thinking about my soulmate.’ Angelica nodded. She knew how much you longed to meet your soulmate. Since you were a little girl you longed to meet them. At times your compass would spin, as if your soulmate was close to you. Mostly, it would point south east as if it were stuck.

Your parents never let you follow your compass. They didn’t believe that a compass would lead anyone to their soulmate. They would try and take your compass away from you but it would always come back to you. Who were they to say that, you would think. Who are they to tell me they don’t believe in this when they found each other through their compasses. You would often stay up at night, wondering who your soulmate was and if they were alright. When you were nervous you would trace the design on the lid of the compass.

Every compass had its own counterpart, the pair held the same design, the initials sometimes etched on the back of the compass but the initials were always on the compasses of those who had already met their soulmate. Your compass had a small rose on it. Coincidentally, roses were your favorite flower. You didn’t have your soulmate’s initials engraved on your compass, not yet. You never showed anyone your compass, not even Angelica. Angelica, however, had shown you hers and by mere chance she had met her soulmate, John, that same day. You thumbed the design on your compass.

In comparison to Angelica’s compass yours was tiny. Angelica’s compass was big and bulky, her soulmate’s initials already carved into the compass, yours was small enough to fit on a chain, small enough to be worn as a necklace. ‘Forgive me Angelica, what were you saying?’ You asked. ‘Oh! Philip will be attending! As well as John.’ She replied. She was practically beaming. ‘Your mother finally let Philip attend an event?’ You teased. ‘He begged. He said he felt as if today was the day.’ You smiled. Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton was the most amazing woman you had ever had the pleasure to meet. After all she had been through, she still managed to do more than what anyone had expected her to do.

‘Y/n you’re wearing your compass! Are you finally going to let me see it?’ she teased. You reached to unclasp the necklace. Angelica looked at you skeptically. You laughed and looked at your compass. ‘It’s a little smaller than yours,’ Angelica scoffed, ‘but it holds my whole world.’ You looked up at her and handed her your compass. The whole ordeal seemed rather intimate. You were rather nervous, no one had ever seen your compass except for your mother. You watched Angelica’s face turn from excitement to confusion and then to an unreadable emotion. She went pale, paler than when you we’re 8 and you fell from the tree you were climbing. ‘Angelica are you alright? It seems as if you’ve seen a ghost.’ You asked, worry laced in your tone. ‘Y-yes I’m alright. Excuse me I have to go find my mother.’ She gave your compass back. You watch as she runs to her mother and you look back at your compass. You wondered why. What about your compass had scared her so much? You started to feel self conscious but it was quickly brushed off when a young boy asked you to dance. You forced a smile and accepted his offer.

You got lost in all the twirling and gliding and half heart felt dances. No one you danced with made you feel alive. They all stepped on your toes and looked the other way when you grimaced. They spun you too face, pulled you too rough, tried to make small talk but ended up making it all about their so called achievements which usually included their rank in society and were actually mostly their father’s achievements rather than their own. They bragged about how rich their family was and how they could better your standing in society. You lost count of how many boys had asked you to dance. None of them mattered anyway. When you had the opportunity, you would ask about their thoughts on soulmates. “Have you found your soulmate?” you would ask. “The idea of soulmates is very complex, don’t worry your pretty little head over it.” They would respond. One young man had told you that soulmates were stupid and you would have rather get the idea out of your head before you married him. Needless to say that he was not happy when you excused yourself to find your mother.

You walked through the crowds and small groups of people to find your mother. When you finally found her you saw she was speaking to Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton, they seemed to be discussing a serious matter; both your father and Mr. Hamilton”s faces her twisted in confusion. Your mother seemed to be in shock and Mrs. Hamilton, well she looked over joyed. You smiled and walked towards them. Your mother was the first to see you. She pulled on a tight smile and motioned towards you. “Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton! What a pleasure to see you tonight.” You said. Mr. Hamilton took ahold of your hand and kissed the back of your hand. You tried to suppress the blush that rose to your cheeks, he always greeted you in such a manner that would leave you as red as your mother’s favorite dress. When you asked him why he greeted you and his daughters in such a way, he smiled and said “I want you to know how you should be treated by your future husbands.” Mrs. Hamilton greeted you by giving you a tight embrace. “I’m so happy to see you, Y/n.” she said with a smile so wide you believed she was genuine in her words. “Pardon me Mrs. Hamilton, but have you seen Angelica? She had gone to find you and I have not seen her since.’ You asked. ‘Oh! I assumed you already knew…’ she trailed off. ‘Angelica will be in the gardens. You know how much she loves the winter weather.’ She smiled. ‘Thank you Mrs. Hamilton.’ You excused yourself and walked to the gardens.

The gardens were always your favorite place of the Burr residence. In the spring, when the flowers bloomed, it was an array of colors far and wide. In the winter it was just as beautiful. You could almost paint a picture of it. It was the place where you first fell, where you shared your first kiss. You smiled, how foolish were you then. You had shared your first kid with a boy you don’t even remember. You sat down on one of the benches. You could look at the whole garden from this bench. You unclasped your compass and held it in your hand. Was it foolish to wait for someone who you didn’t even know? Was it foolish to give your love to someone who you’ve never met before? You shook your head, sometimes in the darkest times, these thoughts clawed their way in. Your deepest fears, your deepest insecurities were swept in. You opened your compass. It was spinning. They were close by. Your heart raced. What if they’re here… what if they don’t want to see you? You looked up and looked around. Where are you? You looked back down at your compass, it was pointing North.

You followed your compass past the dried bushes, the cold nipping at your nose and the snow crunching under your boots. You came to a stop by small pond. You sat on the small wooden bench there. You could see the lighted windows of the Burr residence from the bench. The laughter was faint and the music low. You looked back down at your compass. It was spinning and spinning and spinning, much like you had been earlier in the night. “I don’t suppose you’re looking for Angelica as well?” a voice questioned behind you. You gasped and turned, dropping your compass in the process. There stood a tall, handsome man.

His hair was wild, it was curled and twisted. He was beautiful and you were speechless. “Pardon me, I did not mean to frighten you.” He said. “It’s quite alright I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here, it is cold after all.” You replied. “Would it be alright if I sat down with you?” He asked. You nodded and he sat down next to you. He bent down to pick up your compass. “I’m sorry for scaring you…” he trailed off. “Oh, y/n. I can only assume you’re Phillip?” He nodded. He sat up and looked at your compass. He swallowed, “You know my mother said that when the needle of your compass keeps spinning it means you’ve found your soulmate..” He handed you your compass. You muttered a small thank you. You both sat in comfortable silence until you realized something and spoke up. “I haven’t met my soulmate yet.” You looked at him. His hazel eyes bore into yours. Your heart pounded. Could this be it… He swallowed and took a deep breath. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” You let out a laugh at the way he phrased his sentence but nodded nonetheless.

You closed your compass and handed it to him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his compass and handed it to you. You looked at it and gasped. It was your compass. Well, it was his compass but it was the exact same. The design, the shape, the color… everything. Your initials were under the rose. You looked at Philip. He had a small smile on his face. He turned to you. You handed him his compass and reached out for yours. When he handed it back you noticed the way his fingers lingered, and the initials under the rose. P.H.

“I remember watching you fall from the tree when you were 8. I remember Angelica and Elizabeth thinking you were going to die.” You smiled. “I remember asking my mother about soulmates for the first time. She had told me that my father was not her soulmate,” your eyebrows shot up, “she told me her soulmate was a soldier. She believed he was dead when my father and her married. She loved that man, she begged my father to ask for him to have an honorable death after she found out that he was a British spy. Sadly she did not get her wish.” You were speechless. “My mother’s soulmate never courted her and my father tried to console her to his best abilities, he didn’t understand the pain of losing a soulmate since he didn’t have a soulmate of his own because he was born a bastard. They aren’t soulmates but they had each other in their time of need and they love each other. I believe everyone has someone out there. I’ll never forgive my father for keeping a mistress but he makes my mother happy. I’ve had my doubts about this…about my soulmate and now… I don't…” he trailed off, you could feel his gaze on you.

“I gave you my heart before I even knew who you were,” you chuckled, “and yes, I’ve had my doubts, but now” you looked up at him, “now I know my heart will be in great hands.” You finished with a smiled at him. “My name is Philip, I am a poet and I’m a little nervous and I can’t help but show it, I’m full of pride and I can’t hide, having you in my life, it’s do or die.” You laughed, how could it be that this, that he, was going to be with you for the rest of your life. “Well Philip, I’m so happy to have finally met you.” Philip smiled. “Likewise Y/n. Would you like to go share the news with our parents?” You nodded. “Only if you dance with me for the rest of the night.” Philip stood up and pulled you up with him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He laced his fingers with yours and you both made your way into the ballroom. Oh how lucky you were.

sweetobjecttriumph  asked:

College AU. Oliver is on the baseball team and needs Felicity to tutor him to stay on the team. Or established Olicity watching baseball and Felicity is feeling frisky and distracting Oliver from the game.

(Went with the first idea–thanks!)

Only an ungrateful douchebag would throw his equipment around.  But after that meeting with his coach, Oliver Queen was ready to start throwing bats.

Why did it matter if he was flunking his computer science class?  He didn’t even know why he had registered for it in the first place.  He was a ballplayer and wouldn’t ever need computers to do his job.  Because when he got to the majors, there would be interns to do all the computery stuff for him.  

But if he didn’t pass his class with at least a C, he would be benched.  And with the draft coming up soon, he needed all the playing time he could get.  

So … he would meet this tutor that the coach had set up for him, and he’d find some way to get the damn C, and then he was gonna get drafted and go pro and be done with college.  A year was more than enough.

His hair still wet from his post-practice shower, wearing jeans and one of his jerseys, Oliver walked into the library with his backpack.  His tutor was going to meet him here–some nerd named Felicity.  Man, it was like she was destined to be a nerd with a name like that.  

“Oliver Queen?”

The voice was soft and feminine, making Oliver’s mouth quirk up.  Maybe he had gotten lucky?

“That’s what the name on my jersey says,” he began, turning to face his tutor.  Only he had to immediately look lower by about six inches, since Felicity barely came up to his shoulder.  And his hopes were quickly dashed when he took her in.  A sweater vest?  Glasses?  Couldn’t Coach have gotten him a girl who was actually pretty?  Although maybe he was worried about Oliver being distracted–or seducing his tutor.  

Well, no danger of that here.  On either score.  

She held her hand out to him.  “Felicity Smoak, your comp sci tutor.  Do you have a computer with you?”

“No …” he said slowly.

“How did you expect to work on assignments for a computer science class without a computer?” Felicity asked, a disapproving note in her voice.  

He shrugged and she rolled her eyes.  “Great.  I guess we’re going to the computer lab.  Follow me–I’m sure with all the work you’ve done taking care of your bat, you’ve never even been inside the library.”

Was she … ?  Oliver shook his head and stared after the sarcastic little blonde.  He hadn’t expected her to come out with an innuendo like that–especially not one that doubled as an insult.  With his long legs, he easily caught up with her.  

“So what’s your deal?”

She eyed him without really looking at him.  “My deal?  I have to tutor guys like you in order to afford eating and having a roof over my head.  When it’s someone who’s really struggling, I actually enjoy tutoring.  Getting to help someone improve, seeing them get more confident about the material.  But someone who just doesn’t care?  Excuse me for not thinking that’s cool.”

“It’s not like that …” he said, not even sure why he was protesting.  

“So what is it like?”

Oliver looked down at the tiny annoying thing, how her hands were on her hips and her chin was jutting out.  This Felicity wasn’t like anyone he had ever met before.

“I want to go pro.  So I need to play.  And to play, I need to pass this comp sci class.  So … give me a hand and help me pass the damn class, and then I’ll be out of your hair and you’ll never have to deal with me again,” Oliver said.

Her lips pouted a little, her face thoughtful.  Oliver had a fleeting through that her lips looked very kissable, but he shook it off as he waited for her answer.  

“Okay, I guess,” she said grudgingly.  “But next time, you need to bring a computer, okay?  I mean, would you show up to a game without your glove?  It’s the same thing.”

“That makes sense,” he admitted.  “Okay, I’ll bring it.  But for now, can we get started?  I’m really behind.”  

Something about him saying he needed her help made her face soften.  “Yeah, all right.  Let’s get to the lab so I can see how to help.”

Nodding, Oliver followed her the rest of the way, adjusting his backpack.


When he left the lecture hall on the day of the final, Oliver looked around the quad, searching for the only person he wanted to see right now.  

A slow smile grew when he spotted Felicity, tapping away at a tablet and squinting.  With how smart she was, she had finished their comp sci final well before him, but he had known she would wait for him.  The sunshine fell over her, bringing out her hair and making her the brightest thing he had ever seen.  

Over the course of the semester, Oliver had gotten to see beyond her tart tongue and feisty attitude, to the brilliant, tender, caring girl underneath.  The girl who had gotten hurt and had developed a mask to protect herself.  

The girl who had totally changed his own attitude and approach.  The girl who had opened his eyes to so many things.  The girl he had fallen for.  

“Felicity!” he called out, hurrying towards her.

She looked up and a huge smile appeared on her face.  “Oliver!” she said, waving to him.  “How did it go?” she asked as he approached.  

Instead of answering her, Oliver wrapped his arms around her and lifted her off her feet in an all-encompassing, swing-in-a-circle hug, just like in a movie.

“Pass or fail, it doesn’t matter,” he said softly into her ear.  “Because meeting you is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“Oliver,” she said, pushing at him.  He stopped moving and loosened his grip enough for her to be able to look at him.  “I know you passed, with how hard you worked.  And now, you’ll be able to play and make a good impression on the scouts and get drafted number one.”  

Hesitantly, he reached out and stroked her cheek.  “I’m not going to be the number one pick.”  

Slowly, she licked her lips.  “You are to me.”

“Felicity,” he breathed out, just before he kissed her.  

It turned out that Felicity was right on both counts.  He did pass and he did get drafted number one.  He missed what would have been his third major league game in order to see Felicity graduate.  And then, six years later, he missed his nine hundredth game in order to graduate himself.

And cheering as loud as she did whenever she watched him play was Felicity.  His wife.



big six character aesthetics (part 1)
riley + maya + isadora

“ ‘Hinata-san is so good looking today~’ is what they will say.”

“You don’t have to do that every time!”

commission for @iavenjqasdf

hinata grew on me with his support conversations. he’s like the donnel i always wanted. (im sorry i bench donnel >:c )

i’m still open for commissions btw!! $10 for fates and/or awakening avatars and their significant others of choice, or just your OTP in general. askbox is open and my email is commodoreyaoi@hotmail.com