crazy eyes when he is angry and determined

Hurricane - CYMFH

So basically this is like… if Hamilton had cheated on Eliza with Jefferson.

The song is Hurricane with a few things changed.

Dedicated to @jamiiton

Anyways.

I’m not the best at writing, and I’m unfortunately on mobile.

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Alexander silently sat in his office at work, staring at the screen of his computer. The computer wasn’t even on. He just stared at his blurry reflection in the blank, black screen. He’d been at work all night. He was avoiding going home, for one reason, and one reason only: Eliza, his beloved wife was there. It’s not that he didn’t want to be around her per se. He’d just done something he regretted tremendously, and felt guilty for it.

A few days before now, Alexander ran into Thomas Jefferson, which brought him color, meaning only one thing. Jefferson was his soulmate. At first, they both denied it: “There’s no way we could be soulmates.” A week ago, he despised the man. But that mistake they made…

Alexander slept with him. He felt so much remorse over it, having cheated on his wife, who hadn’t even known his enemy made him see color. But at the same time, he didn’t regret it. He found his soulmate. He could see color.

But he felt extremely guilty, and angry with himself.

Reaching up slowly, he turned the computer on. He sat there, tapping his fingers on the table while waiting for the desktop to load. His face held a dark, determined look. He looked… well, mad. Crazy. Insane. When the computer finally came on and revealed his desktop background—a picture of him with his beautiful family—he growled in frustration.

The small man opened the writing program and began typing. He typed two sentences, before pausing and staring at the screen. “In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet,” Alexander murmured to himself. “For just a moment: a yellow sky.” He got up quietly made his way to the window, staring down at all of the people roaming the busy New York streets, trying to get out of the heavy rain that had just suddenly began. He clasped his hands behind his back.

“When I was seventeen a hurricane destroyed my town. I didn’t drown—I couldn’t seem to die.” Alexander’s rested his head against the window, his eyes taking on a distant look. “I wrote my way out. Wrote everything down far as I could see. I wrote my way out. I looked up and the town had its eyes on me.” The man took a deep sigh, shutting his eyes. “We passed a plate around and total strangers moved kindness by my story. Raised enough for me to book a passage on a ship that was New York bound.”

Alexander straightened and opened his eyes. Quickly, he made his way over to his computer once more and sat down. “I wrote my way out of hell, I wrote my way to my position. I was louder than the crack in the bell. I wrote Eliza and John love letters until they fell. I wrote about our successful company and defended it well. And in the face of ignorance and resistance, I wrote financial systems into existence. And when my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance.”

Staring at the computer screen once again, he exhaled quietly. “In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet for just a moment; a yellow sky.” his gaze darkened. “I was twelve when my mother died. She was holding me. We were sick and she was holding me. I couldn’t seem to die.”

Aaron Burr, who had peeked into Alexander’s office to check up on him (he’d been rather quiet in the meeting) narrowed his eyes and whispered quietly. “Wait for it.” Without a sound, he shut the door back and walked off.

Alexander noticed nothing. He began typing on his keyboard quietly. “I’ll write my way out. Wrote everything down far as I can see. I’ll write my way out, overwhelm them with honesty. This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only way I can get rid of my misery.” he paused for a moment, looking at the screen. He clicked in the title box and typed one last thing: “The Jefferson Pamphlet.”

Theo- Expect The Unexpected

Request-  Could you write a theo imagine cause yours are so good!!! Where just say he isn’t a chimera or evil, just a beta in scotts pack. And you got bite because that was the only way for Scott to save you so now that your a beta you need help controlling it, so Scott gets theo to help. He has to push your button to try and make you control it and fight you so you can train and can defend yourself. And in the end you have a hot make out session? Thanks sorry if it was really detailed

A/N- Of course sweetie! I loved this prompt so I really hope you like it too! Next up is an Isaac/Stiles imagine.

You never planned on becoming a werewolf, in fact you were determined not to. With most of your friends being supernatural creatures, you were set on remaining human, right along with Stiles. After everything you had been through with the pack, you had thought you could defend yourself, at least enough to stay alive. That all changed when you were almost sliced in half by Tracy Stewart.
You had been trying to protect Lydia’s mother when Tracy had gone straight for Lydia. Without even thinking, you had shoved her out of the way, taking her place and being the one who got sliced by Tracy’s tail instead.
The cut was deep, and as you laid in Lydia’s lap on the floor of the station, you knew you were going to die. Both Lydia and Kira knew it too, and you were at the point where you were accepting your impending demise. But before you could drift away, Scott, Theo and Stiles all skidded into the station.
Scott knew he couldn’t let another pack member die, not when he could do something about it. He couldn’t save Allison, but he was determined to save you, and in seconds his teeth were sinking into your arm.
So here you were, a living breathing monster complete with glowing eyes and fangs. It had been a full two weeks, but just because you had those things didn’t mean you knew how to use them, and you were still struggling with control.
Much to Scott’s relief, you hadn’t struggled in the way that Liam had. You didn’t go crazy and try to tear someone apart if you got angry, but it was like you couldn’t even control your powers. You had no idea how to channel the strength, or how to stop the extra senses from overwhelming you.
After two weeks of having to painfully throw your hands over your ears at every loud noise and trying not to accidentally break someone’s arm, Scott finally gave up on trying to teach you. His calm gentle approach didn’t seem to be working, so he went to someone who knew how not to be gentle.
“You want me to help you?” Theo repeated, giving Scott in odd look as he sat across from him in the library.
“Help Y/n,” Scott clarified. “I think she’s trying too hard to control it. She needs someone who can teach her to let it all go and…I’m not the person to teach her how to do that.”
“Why me?”
“I know you like her, but I also know you can be objective. She needs someone who won’t go easy on her all the time,” the alpha explained.
Theo knew you were having trouble adjusting to being a werewolf. Although he hadn’t told anyone, he had seen you crying in the back of the library last week. You had noticed him there, looking up and hastily wiping the tears away from your face.
“Wait,” he told you, just as you were getting ready to run away. “It’s okay. I get it. I cried after I was bitten too.”
“You?” you asked, wiping your red eyes again. “But you’re a great werewolf. I don’t even know how to control it.”
“You’ll get it eventually,” he told you. “Everyone does.”
“Thanks,” you whispered, even thought you didn’t entirely believe him. With that, you pulled your bag over your shoulder and slipped away through the shelves.
“Okay,” Theo told Scott, shrugging off the memory. “I’ll do it.”

You tugged open the large door to Derek’s loft, your hair piled on top of your head in a messy bun as you stepped inside. With Derek gone, Scott had instructed you to meet Theo there so you could use it for training every day after school.
Today was your first training session, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little nervous. You had no idea what to expect, and you were a little skeptical. After all, if your own alpha couldn’t teach you control, how could Theo?
You peered around the empty space, not being able to see anything but dust covered furniture. “Theo?” you called.
Your eyes narrowed, and you were beginning to suspect this was some kind of trick when two hands placed themselves on your shoulders and shoved you down the steps.
You landed on the floor with a thump, immediately pushing yourself off the ground angrily. Theo was walking down the steps, his eyebrows raised as he looked at you beneath him.
“What the hell was that for?” you demanded angrily.
“First rule of training,” he told you. “Always expect the unexpected. You have super senses but you’re not even using them. I can’t believe you didn’t even hear me coming.”
You huffed, crossing your arms over you chest. “Are you going to insult me or are we going to actually train?”
“This is training,” he told you harshly, his green eyes flashing. “And if you want to survive you need to fight.”
He let out a growl, his eyes lighting up yellow as he stalked towards you. You huffed and stood your ground, letting out a growl of your own, but it was pitiful compared to his.
He stalked forward, swiping at you, but you quickly ducked and moved away. He swiped at you again and again, and you were able to dodge his hits without landing any of your own. It went on like that for a minute or two, and that was when Theo swept your legs out from under you, causing you to land painfully on your back, the wind knocked out of you.
You coughed, lying on the floor as Theo stood over you. “Come on, Y/n,” he said with a laugh. “Get up! What’s the matter? Can’t fight back?”
“Shut up,” you coughed.
You knew he was being harsh to get you to fight, but his words still hurt. He was preying on your insecurities, saying things that he thought would make you angry. He was right, they did make you mad, but channeling it still seemed impossible.
“Why?” he demanded. “Can’t handle the truth? Because you’re still a scared little girl, right? It doesn’t matter that you have fangs and claws now. You still can’t fight, you’re still scared, and you’re still too weak!”
“I am not weak!” you told him, sitting up and pushing yourself off the ground.
“Prove it,” he snarled. “Prove to me that you’re not some scared little girl. Prove to me that you can protect yourself. I bet you can’t even do that.”
You gritted your teeth, your hands curling into fists. You felt a sharp pain in your palms and you realized your claws were coming out. At any other time you would be excited, but you were too pissed off to care.
“What’s the matter, Y/n?” Theo taunted. “Too scared to fight? Too weak?”
You let out a deadly snarl, stalking forward and swiping at Theo with your claws. He quickly ducked, landing a blow to your side. You let out a painful growl, but brought your leg up to knee him in the stomach.
He groaned in pain, stumbling back and letting out a cocky grin. “Is that the best you’ve got?”
You opened your mouth and let out a sharp roar, so loud it shook the windows. Theo blinked, a little surprised as you stalked forward, baring your teeth at him.
He stood his ground, ducking as you swiped at his face. Before he could land his own blow, you sent another one into his side. You sent your fist crashing into his jaw, hard enough to send him flat on his back.
You stood over him angrily, but once you realized he wasn’t getting up, your anger began to dissipate. The glow from your eyes faded, and your teeth receded back to their regular appearance.
“Oh my god,” you breathed. “Theo, are you okay?”
He didn’t answer and you reached down to touch his shoulder, only to have him snag your hand and pull on you onto the floor beside him. He rolled over, pinning you to the ground and grinning at you. “Remember rule one?”
“Expect the unexpected,” you grumbled with a huff.
“Still, that was amazing. I guess you just had to lose control to gain it. You’re a good fighter too.”
“I thought you said I was weak,” you reminded him, raising your eyebrows.
“I only said those things to push your buttons,” he said, his green eyes looking down into yours. “None of it’s true. You’re an amazing fighter, and you’re one of the strongest people I know.”
“Oh,” you said, flushing a little as you suddenly realized how close his face was to yours.
Theo looked down at you, and he couldn’t help but notice how soft your lips looked. He was about to you if he could kiss you when you suddenly brought your legs up, throwing him off of you and onto the floor.
You jumped forward, pinning his wrists to the floor and leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “Always expect the unexpected.”
You pulled back, only to press your lips against his as you released his wrists. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he wasted no time in flipping you over and pinning you to the ground again. His mouth moved against yours, soft and dominant, and you couldn’t help but think that losing control had never felt so right.