Words: 1318 Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Featuring: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers Warnings: kinda cliche af Requested by @betty234 “ Hey! I Saw your requests are open. Could you please write a Tony Stark x reader, or maybe Peter Parker x reader one shot, with the whole soulmate au where they have tattoos that symbolizes each other and he already likes her. Thank you so much” Summary: In this world, soulmates are strange. The tattoos only appear after you have officialy met your soulmate; meaning some people never get theirs. They can also change what they look like depending on what is going on during the day. When your tattoo gets mistaken for a hickey, you have to explain what’s going on, but only find out it is much deeper then you could have ever imagined. Authors Note: i havent actually written a soulmate au before, so this was fun! After the april fools joke today, I thought it would be a good idea to post a real imagine xD
“Hey, Steve,” You sing-songed as you walked into the common room where the American flag himself was sitting. “I have a question for you.”
“Shoot, kiddo,” Steve put down the book he was reading and listened to what you had to say.
You showed Steve your computer. “I’m learning about World War Two…”
Steve laughed, “You know my experience was much different than what they might be asking you.”
You shrugged and agreed with him, but hearing his stories of those days were always interesting. “I actually had to help Peter with this topic last month,” Steve nodded, and your face turned to confusion. You didn’t really know many people your age, considering you’ve been homeschooled all your life. It was just easier for your father to keep track of you by having you home all the time, and it became much easier once the Avengers became a thing. “You know, Spider-Boy. Your dad is always helping him out with his powers.”
“Oh, right! The one that’s always super awkward around me,” You nodded, a little laugh following. You scratched your neck, moving everything ever-so-slightly out of place to reveal what was on your neck.
“Hey! What the hell is that?” Steve moved your hair out of the way and turned your neck so he could see what was hiding. “Oh thank goodness, it’s not a hickey. I would have killed you!”
So my favourite female
character in the Marvel cinematic universe is Peggy Carter.
Where do I begin? She is
an amazing character. In my opinion, she is the most developed MCU
lady. She is a complex, well rounded character. She had great
qualities, and some epic flaws too!
She is funny and witty and
smart and resourceful and independent and feminine and confident and
stubborn and bold and sometimes reckless and jealous. She can be mean
and hurt people.
She does what she thinks
is right, and will stop at nothing to achieve what she truly believes
She’s Captain America’s
hero, and his compass.
She founded SHIELD.
Despite working in a male
dominated field, she cultivates healthy relationship with other great
women: Angie Martinelli, Rose Roberts, Ana Jarvis… Plus her
indescribable relationship with Dottie Underwood.
She has love and lost
(Michael, Steve), and she grieved, and she managed to love again.
(seriously, it’s not often a character is actually allowed to grieve
on screen time, and it was done beautifully)
She takes shit from no
one, be it a private, a superior officer, a colleague, a man she
actually likes, or another woman. See below my favourite exhibit:
(gif by capntony)
She is a very good spy and
a great warrior. She comes up with great plans, tactics and
strategies, but if need be (or if someone she cares about is in
danger), she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty and rush into
She uprooted herself and
came to live in the USA.
(She went for the grenade,
She was never a damsel in
She is a woman who likes
lipstick, shoes, accessories and other typically feminine things. And
she’s a badass. She genuinely can fight and shoot. She proves that
all those things are not mutually exclusive.
The way she deals with
bullies and sexist jerks is awe-inspiring. She had to stomach so much
sh*t and always came up on top! Her strength and perseverance in the
hostile environment that’s her workplace is amazing.
I don’t identify with her
so much as I aspire to be her. She is seriously one of the greatest
role models ever. And she is played to perfection by the sensational Hayley Atwell.
Some of her amazing
“I know my value, anyone
else’s opinion doesn’t really matter”
conducted my own investigation because no one listens to me. I got
away with it because no one looks at me. Because unless I have your
reports, your coffee, or your lunch, I am invisible.”
has always been the case, I don’t require your help”
would say: ‘Do as Peggy says’!”
your name, darling? - Agent.”
alphabet? I can teach you. Let’s start with words beginning by the
In the mood for some love ? Idk why but I’ve
been thinking about love potion or aphrodisiacs (… don’t ask) So what would
happen If someone “drugs” the reader and the person he/she doesn’t
like What would happen before ? In the meantime ? After ? Only you know the
answer of the reader’s destiny ! (And which personne they hates) Free to choose
which character you love or hate @sorry-but-no-sorry
A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! In celebration of how lonely we all are (maybe its just me) let’s read some fic!
Your friends, Elizabeth, Peggy, and
Angelica Schuyler decided that you all should celebrate Valentine’s Day
together this year. February 14 was coming up soon, and although Eliza was
courting Alexander, she insisted that the four of you were each other’s’ valentine.
“Eliza, you know how Hamilton is.
He’ll beg for you to be his valentine. I bet he’s going to show up with
chocolate from around the globe.” Angelica said, tying up her hair. Peggy was
helping you put on your corset, looking at Eliza doing her makeup. Eliza
snorted, glancing back at her older sister.
“And you think I won’t be able to
say no?” She replied, putting on blush. Peggy laughed.
“You could never say no to him.
Especially when he sends you all of those letters.” You laughed along with
Peggy, and Eliza pouted.
“Y/N, you’re supposed to be backing
me up on this.” You shrugged, thanking Peggy for helping you with a smile.
“Sorry Eliza, can’t help you on this
one.” You all laughed, and joked around for the rest of the time. You all were
to meet the boys at the Early Spring ball. They
seemed to have a dance for every occasion possible. Peggy had a huge crush
on Laurens, and Angelica tended to talk to Lafayette. She insisted that it was
nothing, but the smile on her face and the giggling between them told you three
otherwise. You, on the other hand, didn’t really have anyone that you liked.
The girls always said that you and Thomas should get together, but that was the
opposite of what you wanted.
Thomas Jefferson, the annoying,
pompous, self-centered man was someone you were never interested in. In fact,
you two hated each other. He called you a self-absorbed, independent and no
potential, while you said the exact same thing, but in more vulgar words. Every
time the two of you were in the same room, the tension rose, and you couldn’t
help but start to argue with him. It was inevitable.
“It’s just sexual tension.” Angelica
murmured. Peggy gasped, blushing. You rolled your eyes at her, looking at your
“Or, it’s because he’s a spoiled
man. Look at the way he prances around, doesn’t it just make you want to-“ You ended
your sentence there, your face getting red from the anger rising in you.
“Jump his bones?” Eliza suggested,
getting a small slap from Peggy on the arm.
“You know what I mean, Eliza.” You
mumbled. The four of you finished, and walked out to the carriage that was to
take you to the ball. Angelica insisted that you tried to work things out with
Jefferson, but you shook your head, not wanting anything to do with him.
Once you all arrived, Eliza immediately
broke off from the group, running to find her Alexander. Peggy walked away to
get some drinks from the refreshments table, and Angelica went with her,
leaving you alone. You walked to an empty table and sat down. Parties weren’t
really your thing, but the girls always dragged you along for the ride. As you
were playing with your fingers, you noticed a familiar purple silhouette
approaching you. You sighed at the ridiculous color he was wearing, and turned
your head away.
“Ah, so instead of arguing with me,
you do not even acknowledge my presence? How rude.” Jefferson drawled, sitting
across from you. You sighed, ignoring him. “I thought you said you do not like
parties? Why are you here?”
“I came specifically to annoy you,
Thomas.” You mumbled, looking at him. He had that same stupid, sly grin on his
face. “Why are you even talking to me?” He shrugged, glancing around.
“Madison isn’t here to entertain me,
and Burr isn’t the best of company. Not that you are, either, but you’re better
than his blabbing mouth.” You snorted, and he frowned, giving you a disgusted
look. “You are a very informal woman, Y/N.”
“Says the man who cannot entertain
himself, so he comes and talks to me. You know, your presence is shying away
potential suitors for me.” This time, Thomas laughed.
“Yes, because every man finds you
Before you had a chance to retort, Peggy
and Angelica came over, holding drinks in their hands. They offered you and
Thomas one, insisting that you both drink together. Jefferson and you glared at
each other, but accepted the drinks. Angelica had a mischievous look on her
face, and you wondered why. Again, she ran away with her sister before you
As you two sipped your drinks,
Jefferson began glancing down at your chest. You never saw him do this once
before, so it was a surprise. But should
it be? He was a man, after all. You stared at his face, noticing that he
was indeed, quite handsome. His trimmed facial hair to his brown eyes made you
“Would you care to dance with me,
Y/N?” Jefferson asked, holding out his hand. Some part of you told you that
this was wrong, but you touched his hand with yours, letting him lead you to the
dance floor. He bowed once, and you curtsied. The song changed, and you two
began dancing with each other.
“I thought you hated me, Jefferson?”
You whispered low, letting him guide you along the dance floor. You criticized
his dance moves before, but now, it seemed like he was the best you have ever
seen. Jefferson chuckled, spinning you around slowly.
“And I thought you wanted to murder
me, Y/N. Things change.” He pulled you tightly against him, your breath
catching in your throat. His pupils were dilated, dark and unrecognizable. You
felt a hard throbbing against your stomach, and you looked at him, your eyes
widening. He smirked, pulling you back.
“Jefferson-“ He rushed you off the
dance floor, guiding you to a back room. Before you could say more, he slammed
the door shut, backing you against it. His eyes looked down hungrily at your
lips, before pushing his against yours.
Before tonight, you would have
punched him square in the jaw. Before tonight, you would have kicked him in his
baby maker. But, you kissed him back, biting his lip softly. He groaned,
fumbling with your dress. You guided his hands to your back, helping him pull
off the tied ribbons.
“Tell me no if you want me to stop.”
He whispered, pressing his lips against your neck. You sighed, tilting your
“Okay…” You replied through gasps.
You pulled off his jacket, breaking every button in the process.
LIGHT SMUT IS DONE, BECAUSE IT MAKES ME BLUSH
The next morning, you woke up in your
bed to a throbbing headache. You looked around, noticing that you were in fact,
not in your room. And, you glanced down at your body, you were naked.
Completely, utterly, naked.
“What the hell…” You mumbled,
looking around for your dress. You found it in the corner of the room, torn to
pieces. There you found another dress next to it. You immediately pulled it on,
covering your body. You were sore, so it took you a minute.
You tried to ignore the thoughts
that came to your head, reminding you what happened last night. I mean, it was
hard to forget. Ha, hard.
“Y/N, stop. This isn’t funny.” You
mumbled to yourself. You noticed Thomas’s clothes not far from yours, as teared
and damaged as yours. “What are you going to do now?” You said, fixing your
hair in the mirror that you found in the room. It was a complete mess, but you
made it look as presentable as possible. Before you left the room, you saw a
note on the door, written in what was clearly his writing.
interesting time last night. We need to talk, I will wait for you in the dining
You sighed, pulling the paper off
the door. You reluctantly walked to the dining room, seeing the back of Thomas’s
head. You noticed his foot tapping anxiously, and you were surprised. You never
thought you would see Thomas nervous before.
Although under the circumstances, it
was expected. When you slowly approached him, he heard your footsteps, and
turned around quickly. He glanced over you quickly, standing up. He glanced at
your body quickly, then looked at you in the eyes, giving you a small smile.
“Y/N, hi.” You tried to look
anywhere but at him, wanting to forget what happened last night.
“Thomas, I don’t know what happened
with us but…” You started, glancing over at him. His shoulders dropped, and a
small part of you felt bad about it. Youactually felt bad about something that
had to do with Thomas. “But, I do think that it meant something. Did, it
mean something?” You asked, looking at him. He laughed, running his hands
through his hair.
“I have been hiding this for a
while, Y/N. But, I do, like you. I always liked you. I just, I thought that you
hated me, so I pretended to do so as well. I did not want what happened last
night to occur that way, I have no idea what came over us, but I do not regret
it. I’ll never regret it.” There was a sorrowful look on his face, and he
stared at you. There was no hate in his eyes, and you felt happy about that.
Did you really hate him? He was
quite annoying, and his personality did make you want to stay away, but maybe
there was something more? Maybe, he was not such a bad guy? You looked him over
once, and sighed.
“Give me some time, Thomas. Give me
some time, and I’ll think about it.” He gave you an encouraging grin, nodding
slowly. “In the meantime, try not to be so overbearing?”
This letter, my very dear Eliza, will not be delivered to you, unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career; to begin, as I humbly hope from redeeming grace and divine mercy, a happy immortality.
If it had been possible for me to have avoided the interview, my love for you and my precious children would have been alone a decisive motive. But it was not possible, without sacrifices which would have rendered me unworthy of your esteem. I need not tell you of the pangs I feel, from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel. Nor could I dwell on the topic lest it should unman me.
The consolations of Religion, my beloved, can alone support you; and these you have a right to enjoy. Fly to the bosom of your God and be comforted. With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world.
Adieu best of wives and best of Women. Embrace all my darling Children for me.
July 4. 1804
Alexander Hamilton’s last letter to Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton, written eight days before he died.
Warnings: angst, like seriously it’s pretty angsty man
Request: Requested by anonymous: Can I
request a John laurens one where he cheated on the reader and the reader does
burn in front of his face.
A/N: So this is a bit different from the request, because
she didn’t really do burn in front of his face but I’m still pretty proud of
this (I have 7 requests to do after this, but I’m going to sleep and do the requests after school
I saved every letter you wrote me
You closed the box,
encasing the letters your boyfriend had sent you. You always adored the
letters, loving the sentiment of it.
You looked back at
Peggy, who gave you an encouraging smile. You returned it, setting the box
carefully in one of your drawers.
From the moment I read them I knew you were mine
You giggled, sitting
down next to Eliza as you read the letter together.
“Honestly, it’s rare you
find someone in 2016 that still writes letters.” Eliza commented, after she
finished talking about how sweet the letter was.
“Hey, Alexander does
too!” You laughed.
“Yes, that’s true. But
that one is yours.” Eliza pointed out.
“He’s mine.” You
You said you were mine
“You’re mine.” You
whispered in John’s ear, as you wrapped your arms around him.
I thought you were mine
You spent the entire
night talking with John over the phone, even though he had a meeting to go to.
You worried about him for a while, but he reassured you that he’d be fine.
He said you were worth
Do you know what Angelica said when we saw your first letter arrive?
You opened your
mailbox, laughing lightly as you saw a letter from your boyfriend John. You had
just started dating him, and Angelica was still waiting in your apartment.
She said, “Be careful with that one love, he will do what it takes to
You ran back inside,
ripping open the letter. You showed it to Angelica and she gave you a warning
look. “Be careful with that one love.”
“Why? He’s nice, and
you’ve met him!” You were confused. John would never do anything to hurt you.
“He will do what it
takes to survive.”
You and your words, flooded my senses
You reread the most
recent letter from John. A blush rose to your cheeks as you couldn’t hold back
Your sentences left me defenseless
You felt vulnerable,
reading the letters. You held it close to your chest when you finished, a
content sigh escaping your lips.
You built me palaces out of paragraphs.
The paragraphs John
wrote made your heart flutter. You sent a quick text to Peggy, informing her of
the letter. Within minutes, the two of you were reading the letter aloud. Peggy
loved reading John’s letters with you.
You built cathedrals
You visited John in
his apartment, excitedly knocking on the door. He opened it, surprised to find
you standing there. He invited you in, and together you talked for hours,
losing track of time.
re-reading the letters you wrote me
Tears blurred your vision as you dug
through the small box of letters. You read all of them hundreds of times. You
were alone, slowly losing all hope.
searching and scanning for answers in every line
You read through the letters once more,
searching for answers. Why he would’ve done this, or when. Tears dripped from
your face down onto the letters he wrote you.
some kind of sign
Eliza had to come over and take the box
you held the letters in, because you wouldn’t stop looking at the notes.
when you were mine
“John!” You squealed, laughing as he
lifted you from the ground, spinning you.
“I haven’t seen you in forever!” He put
you down, kissing you on the forehead.
“It’s been a week, John.”
“A long one!”
world seemed to burn
You grabbed a few extra blankets, the
fire crackling in the background. You sat next to John, turning on the TV.
“Let’s watch Elf.” John suggested. You
You waved out the window, the smile
never leaving your face. You spent another day with John, sitting on the couch
and just talking. You could always just talk to him. That’s one thing you loved
published the letters she wrote you
You stared, wide eyed, at the screen.
Eliza stood behind you, as she was the one that brought this to your attention.
John’s blog, which you loved dearly, now had texts from a random girl whom you
never met. They weren’t just a hint that John was cheating, they were like a
big flashing sign in front of you, telling you to leave him.
told the whole world how you brought this girl into our bed
“Y/N, he posted another thing.” Eliza
told you, as you wept on your bed. You looked up slowly, reading the post Eliza
brought up on her phone.
He was saying out right that it was all
his fault, and that he knew what he was doing when he-
You stopped reading, burying your head
in your knees.
clearing your name, you have ruined our lives
You tried to ignore the stares, as you
would walk into a room. Everyone who knew you knew of how highly you thought of
John. Everyone who knew you had also heard of what happened, and how devastated
you had been.
you know what Angelica said, when she read what you’d done?
You sat in the empty garage of her
apartment building. You waited for her to see the text, when you dropped your
phone. Instead of picking it up, you opted to wipe your tearful eyes. A buzz
from your phone caused you to pick it up.
‘I unlocked the door. Get inside I have
icecream. That bitch is gonna pay.’
said “You have married an Icarus he has flown too close to the sun.”
“You have married an Icarus.” Angelica
told you poetically. “He has flown too close to the sun.” You let out a breathy
laugh, listening to Angelica’s comforting words. “He doesn’t know how badly he
fucked up. He lost the best damn thing he’s ever gonna get.”
and your words, obsessed with your legacy…
“He wouldn’t have even posted if it
weren’t for people anonymously giving him shit about something that wasn’t even
related to that whore-”
“Don’t call her that. She didn’t know
what she was doing.” You murmured, wiping your eyes.
sentences border on senseless
“He doesn’t make any sense!” Peggy
screamed, as she read the posts over and over again.
“Peggy, you’re more obsessed than me.”
You laughed, before lowering your head into your hands again.
you are paranoid in every paragraph
You wouldn’t admit it, but every night
you obsessively looked over the posts he wrote. You knew it was stupid to
obsess over it, but you couldn’t help it.
He sounded paranoid, and you left it at
that as you closed your laptop.
they perceive you
John was always afraid of not being
good enough. It was something you shared with him, but the way he worded the
post made it sound like he was trying to be the better person. He was never
considered a better person ever again in your eyes.
This was the third night you found
yourself laying in bed thinking of him. You knew it wasn’t healthy, but you
couldn’t help it. You missed him, or, you missed the old him. The one that
would hold you at night, comforting you when things were too much for you.
erasing myself from the narrative
You never answered calls anymore, or
left your apartment. The only person who knew you were still ok was Peggy, who
recently moved in with you to make sure you were still eating, and still had a
normal sleeping schedule.
future historians wonder how Y/N reacted when you broke her heart
Whenever anyone would bring up the
incident, Peggy would quickly change the subject before it could occupy your
thoughts for too long.
have torn it all apart
In the moment you read the post for the
first time, you could’ve sworn you felt your heart sink down in your chest,
am watching it burn
You found the old box that Eliza hid
from you. Smiling to yourself, you walked outside, grabbing a lighter on the
You stepped into the lot, emptied of
people. It was nearly midnight, and you admired the clear sky above you for a
You flicked the lighter cap, a small
flame erupting in your hand.
You slowly brought the flame over the
pile of letters. They were engulfed in seconds, brightly shining in the
world has no right to my heart
No one ever talked about John anymore.
He seemed to have disappeared from your life.
world has no place in our bed
You weren’t sure how you felt without
don’t get to know what I said
You didn’t speak as much as you used
to. You laughed less, and your mind always wandered to that night.
The night you burned his letters.
burning the memories
The flames danced in front of you,
sparks flying onto the pavement. After a while, the flame slowly died out, and
you were content.
the letters that might have redeemed you
You walked inside, greeted with a
pajama-clad Peggy. She gave you a worried expression before turning back to the
window, the small flame still flickering around the parts of the pile that were
forfeit all rights to my heart
You never spoke of how you felt, but
the people close to you knew.
forfeit the place in our bed
You remembered the first time you faced
him after the incident. He looked so apologetic. Pathetic.
sleep in your office instead
Alex told you he didn’t let him into
their apartment that night. He said John was forced to sleep in his office.
only the memories
Memories of John still raced through
your mind every day.
when you were mine
You couldn’t help but think of the
time, a few days before the incident, where you found a small box and note in
his coat pocket. You weren’t supposed to read it yet, but your curiosity got
the best of you.
hope that you burn
Now, you would regret reading that
note. You could still see it, clear as day. You could still see his handwriting
neatly scrawled on the paper.
‘Y/N, I never want to lose you. Will
you marry me?’
Summary: Steve’s unsure about what his future holds anymore at 28, he’s a respectable professor at the university. When he was fresh out of high school he married his high school sweetheart, Peggy Carter. Eighteen when they married and twenty-three when he was widowed.
Characters: professor!Steve x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter (mentioned), Sharon Carter (mentioned), Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: Possible swearing, mentioned death, angst and fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own any gifs, images or marvel in general. Nor do I own the song ‘Never Grow Up’ by Taylor Swift. Enjoy!
A/N Small one shot that’s been in my mind for awhile now. Plus apparently I’m mainly an angst reader. PLEASE REQUEST STUFF. My heart burst at how adorable this was to write
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Plans. That’s what Steve had always had growing up because organization was an important part of Steve Rogers. From the moment he could walk Steve wanted to make a difference in the world even for one person. It wasn’t until he blew his knee out in a football game that he realized he wanted to teach. From that moment in freshman year to now he had planned his life.
What he didn’t expect was too fall deeply in love with the student body president and women’s rights supporter Peggy Carter. Sophomore year involved heart eyes towards his daydream worthy girlfriend that miraculously didn’t fall for his best friend.
The spring day had brought back memories for Steve as he placed his hands in his slacks. Peggy loved springs days because of how perfect the weather was during the season. That was the thing he preferred to think about that than the tragedies.
Once college was over Steve had wanted to start a family with his wife because that was the second most important thing to Steve. Family. He hadn’t had a true family in years since his parents died. He thought he had the answer with Peggy.
He broached the subject on his twenty-first birthday when he was officially able to teach university students art and history. He graduated early from high school and college too. It had sparked information he hadn’t know before marrying Peggy.
“Peggy?” Steve bit his lip leaning back in the diner booth, “I want to start talking about having a family.”
“Steve we are a family.” Peggy sweetly smiled as she jotted down notes in the small book she cared around.
“I want children.” Steve said watching as his wife froze in her seat before continuing writing.
“Steve, baby. You know we can’t do that! I’m volunteering in Africa for a month and then I have appointments.” Peggy sadly smiled, “I’m sorry Steve but right now my career is more important.”
“You know what. I’m tired, call Bucky. Have a boys night. I’m going home.” Peggy said nearly slamming her notebook closed, “I told you when we were dating that I don’t like kids.”
Once sitting alone confused at the behaviour of this wife, they had talked about wanting kids before they were married. Now she was saying that didn’t happen? He wasn’t sure why she had stormed out so he called Bucky to join him. He had ordered his best friend the type of pop he liked before waiting.
Ten minutes later Bucky strolled in to the diner chuckling at the place before sitting across from his friend.
“Punk, happy birthday.” Bucky grinned. Steve’s eyes widened at he remembered something, “You okay?”
“She forgot my birthday. She never forgets my birthday.” Steve mumbled, “She’s acting weird. I brought up family and he got angry.”
“Well I don’t know why so let’s go get drunk.” Bucky grinned placing some money on the table and striding out the door with only a wink to the waitress.
Steve followed getting wasted which was quite rare for him.
Thinking back he didn’t know how he hadn’t seen that way life was going for Peggy and him, the lies that were told. She had been wrapped around wanting to do her career that she forgot the promises they made. He respected her decision but kids were something he wanted and didn’t think he could get passed that but in the end worked out he guessed.
Peggy had been the supportive girlfriend in both high school and college which made him fall deeper in love with her. Had he looked closer he would have saw her for what she truly was. Steve, two years following her death, had managed to forgive her but it deeply wounded him.
The following morning after their fight he had woken up to see a tray of breakfast sitting on the bedside table. On the tray was also Tylenol and water. He let out a sigh of relief before digging in, he was eating the last of his bacon when a sheepish Peggy walked into the room.
“Hey.” Peggy bit her lip, “I want to apologize for my behaviour yesterday and I’m really sorry I forgot it was your birthday.”
“It’s okay.” Steve sighed placing the half eaten bacon on his plate.
“I’m ready to have children.” Peggy smiled at her adorably tired husband. He grinned before motioning her over to him, “We should start now.”
Sitting down in his office chair Steve rolled until he was gazing down at the quad populated with students. He had cancelled his last class due to his attention being missing in action and had spent the better part of the afternoon barricaded in his sanctuary.
No pictures holding images of himself and his life were to be found in the room anymore, instead there was art on the walls. He had removed all the personal images a couple months after Peggy’s funeral. God he remembered the betrayal before her death.
He stared down at the object in his hand and the open letter addressed to Peggy and him. In the letter it gave instructions to make an appointment to see if any complications came with the surgery. He had been confused until he read the rest of the letter, Peggy had check-up following getting sterilized. They had been trying for a baby for nearly two years now, and with no luck but he found the letter dated from last year.
She lied to him about wanting kids and lied further about still trying for kid. He felt horrible and depressed. He felt like he wasn’t enough, that his childhood sickness led her to this decision. He didn’t know what he was going to until she walked in from work.
“Hey honey.” Peggy said kissing Steve on the cheek, “How was work?”
“Margaret.” Steve said emotionless, “So do you get off on lying or having control?”
“Excuse us?” Peggy’s indignant tone expressed.
“You’re a…a lying…I have no words.” Steve finished pushing the letter harshly towards his wife. The woman he believed he had known, “You went behind my back and let my hopes get high.”
“What are you talking about?” Peggy huffed.
“YOU CAN’T HAVE KIDS ANYMORE!” Steve roared throwing his hands in the air, “You know that’s all I ever wanted! I wanted children. I wanted to name my daughter after my mother and my son after Bucky. How could you?”
“It’s my body and I didn’t want to ruin it with children. It’s not that big of a deal.” Peggy waved it off, “We don’t need kids.”
“You’ve changed Peggy. I don’t even know you anymore.” Steve sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m still me!”
“No you aren’t. You are a selfish human being that disregards anyone else if it doesn’t fit what you believe. You haven’t remembered anything, you cancel dates and I sure as hell know you’re calling someone at odd times.”
“I know you’re cheating on me.” Steve announced glaring at her. She gulped trying to say something to fix it, “Who is it?”
“None of your business.” Peggy hissed shifting on her feet.
“I can’t do this anymore.” Steve shook his head, “I want you out of the house. Now.”
“Get out now. We’re over.”
She died later that year. He still loved her but he wasn’t in love anymore, especially when he saw someone that resembled Peggy a lot. Sharon Carter.
Sharon Carter was born in the year that Peggy had been in Africa volunteering, of course he learnt she hadn’t been there. For six months since his wife was in hiding in order to give birth to child that turned out to be this ten year old that spoke at her funeral.
“Hi. I’m Sharon Carter, Peggy was my mom. Not many people know that Peggy Carter was a mother to me, in fact people who knew were told I was her niece.” Sharon said looking around with tears, “She loved me. I know that but she couldn’t be with my Dad. I never knew until I was six Mom had a husband that wasn’t my Dad. She gave my Dad full custody but requested I get her last name.”
Steve was crying out of the sheer amount of things he didn’t know about his own wife. He had a stepdaughter but Peggy didn’t want kids with him. He didn’t know what was true or not with her, all he knew was that there marriage was real.
He was having dinner with Bucky and his fiancée tonight and he was not excited at all to see them all happy. He wanted that but with the failed marriage he didn’t think he could go through it again. It was the weekend so he didn’t bother shaving and he pulled on a pair of worn jeans, simple white shirt and a leather jacket.
The house was small but homey looking and entirely what he had wanted himself. His apartment, he sold the house Peggy and he had lived in, was small but it was his place. Bucky had always told him he could walk in without having to knock but Steve found that uncomfortable. Bucky opened the door with chuckled stepping aside.
“Hey Buck.” Steve smiled pulling the man into a hug.
“Hey punk.” Bucky grinned pulling away to head into the kitchen.
He poked his head in to see Wanda singing in her native Sokovian language, she wasn’t the person he had thought Bucky wouldn’t settle down with. Bucky had been the ladies man that went out with bombshells a lot of the time but after his last relationship Wanda was perfect. She was kind, smart and an amazing chef given that was her career.
“Steve!” Wanda exclaimed pulling him into a hug.
“Hey Wanda.” Steve replied kissing her on the cheek, “How’s my favourite chef?”
Wanda’s mouth opened to answer before a voice from the entry called out Wanda’s name. The brunette squealed as she took off, meeting halfway with another female. Babbling they pulled way with a grins. Soon the woman was in Steve’s line of vision and she was gorgeous.
“Steve this is my best friend Y/N Y/L/N. She’s an DEA agent.” Wanda grinned, “She works closely with Pietro.”
“I’m Steve Rogers.” Steve smiled not taking his eyes off the beautiful girl.
You were grinning watching Bucky and Wanda kiss once they were declared husband and wife, they had a long engagement. Three years before they finally had enough money to have the wedding and taking some time off for a honeymoon. Wanda was exquisite in the dress she had chosen with a beautiful lace material that covered her arms, back and chest. It was gorgeous and simply Wanda and a pair of red heels. Bucky was very nice in his suit that was tailored perfectly.
“She’s gorgeous.” You breathe staring at your best friend and her husband.
“Y-Yeah.” Steve’s voice cracked. You looked over at him to see him quietly crying.
“Are you okay?” You chuckled at the overemotional man.
“I’m…I’m having a tough time.”
“Bucky’s still your best friend. He may be married but he’s always-“
“I don’t want her to grow up.” Steve cried looking at his daughter in his arms, “Oh darling don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up. It could stay this simple, I won’t let nobody hurt you. Won’t let no one break your heart, no one will desert you. Just try to never grow up.”
“Oh honey.” You said hugging his side and kissing your daughter on her cheek. You laughed at your fiancé’s antics because your daughter wasn’t even six months and he was already picturing her wedding. It had been a welcome surprise when you found out you were pregnant after only a year of dating.
“Oh no.” You whimpered throwing up even more. It was early in the morning in your apartment and you were feeling like absolute shit. You were making eggs and bacon when the smell hit you hard and had you running for the garbage can. You thought you were going to die from the amount coming out, it felt like what you’re cousin described after eating two pounds of sugar free Haribo gummy bears.
You were shaking as the smell filled the room again, you barely made it into the bathroom after turning the stove off. You were chilled and had sweat pouring down your body and you felt like death. You leaned back on the door pulling your phone out to ask Steve to come over. You crawled to the sink and pulled out the box left from your cousin.
A few minutes later Steve let himself in with the key he had, a year of dating and he was more than worthy of it. He saw the kitchen before walking to the bedroom where you were sitting on the bed. He sat down beside you waiting for you to speak.
“I got sick. I was making breakfast and it was half done before I ran to the garbage.” You said playing with your fingers, “I kept puking at odd times for the last couple days. Steve, I think I’m pregnant.”
The shock was evident in the room because there was absolute silence as Steve processed the news. He was internally freaking out because they had been together for a year and weren’t even engaged. It was a polar opposite to what he would have had with Peggy if that had worked out.
“We should test it.” Steve mumbled looking up at his girlfriend whom was crying, “I’ll go get a test okay?”
“I have one.”
“Why?” Steve questioned confused.
“Cousin left it here a couple months ago, I didn’t even know about it until a week ago or so.” You replied sighing before you felt Steve grasp your hand.
“I’ll wait for you to do it and we’ll wait together.” Steve whispered kissing her forehead, “I love you and if we’re having a kid…I’m so very excited to have a child with someone like you.”
With a smile you disappeared into the bathroom to take care of your side of the waiting. Coming out with the test still in the bathroom you and Steve held hands cuddling.
“What if we are having a kid?” You questioned looking up at him, “I’m a doctor. I think I’ll work until I absolutely can’t.”
“We don’t know if we are.” Steve kissed the side of your head, “I’m not asking because you may be pregnant but I’m asking because I love you so much and I want to wake up next to you for the rest of the my life.”
“You want me to move in?” You grinned leaning up to kiss him, “Of course I will.”
“We can find a nice house with a yard and a couple rooms.” Steve chuckled getting excited at the new plan. You were about to reply when the timer went off and nervously you both went into the bathroom where the test gave the answer.
“I’m thinking Cairolyn Sarah Rogers.” You laughed looking up at Steve crying in happiness.
“Isaac James Rogers for a boy?” Steve replied getting a grin.
You were going through charts for patients that had come into the ER when you rubbed you very large belly. The scrubs were pulled tight over the belly, you were given a lot of the paperwork so you didn’t have to run around so much.
“Maggie?” You mumbled wincing at the head nurse. Maggie turned to look at you before you grasped at the desk nearly falling to the ground in agony, “Mind calling Steve?”
“Okay! People I need a wheelchair! Charlie, can you call the OB/GYN?” Maggie called out coming around to help you, “Y/N how are you doing?”
“Doing good so far. I don’t have a head coming out of my uterus yet.” You chuckled as the pain lessened. You could faintly hear your fellow co-worker calling your fiancé.
Time went by fast as you cussed at Steve, apologized for it before doing it again. He had called Wanda and Bucky to come to the hospital since Steve’s parents had passed away and yours lived across the country. They were there in time to see the newly hired OB/GYN resident came in to help check you. Bucky’s eyes grew comically big at the woman.
“Natasha?” Bucky questioned as the short haired red head turned to see the man.
Wanda watched the interaction with Steve and Y/N as the awkwardness in the room grew more along with Wanda’s confusions and discomfort. Steve and Y/N knew who the woman was from the stories and the way both Bucky and Natasha paled helped place her.
“Bucky!” Nat grinned hugging him, “It’s been so long!”
“I know.” Bucky coldly replied crossing his arms. Nat bit her lip looking him over.
“We’ll have to get together for drinks!” Nat said. Wanda’s eye twitched at the implied question.
“Excuse me? Rookie? I’m IN LABOUR!” Y/N screamed at the red head, “You can either help or get the fuck out of this room before I rip your bloody hair out! AND DON’T FLIRT WHEN YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO HELP ME!”
Natasha’s jumped in surprise before going to professionalism again before you reported her. Wanda went closer to Bucky as he pulled her into his arms so he could inhale her calming scent. He felt the tension release from her body before he answered Nat’s question.
“I can’t go for drinks. My time is taken up by planning Wanda and my wedding.” Bucky kissed Wanda quickly, “By the way! This is my fiancée.”
“Fully dilated.” Nat mumbled to the head of the paediatrics. Soon you were pushing with all your might in routine.
It wasn’t much later since labour began that Cairolyn was born healthy to the joy of her parents. She was gorgeous in Steve’s eyes and he cried as he held her for the first time. He felt like his life was complete with her adoring, curious eyes staring up at him. The bond was instantaneous between father and daughter. The newborn baby girl screamed before she was placed on her mother’s chest.
You laughed in disbelief at the wonderful little creation in your arms. Steve knew that moment he would never let you go and weeks later you were engaged.
Steve was holding his baby girl as the wedding pictures inside commenced because Bucky and Wanda wanted the pre-wedding pictures and then post ones. You were getting a picture down with Wanda before Cairo would be included. at the moment Steve was too involved talking with Cairo to noticed the people around him.
“Steve!” Bucky called, “STEVE!”
“What?” Steve questioned looking at his best friend.
“Can I dance with my god-daughter?” Bucky grinned reaching for the little girl. Steve pouted pulling her closer.
“I get the first dance with her.” Steve glared, “You have to dance with Wanda first.”
Bucky chuckled backing up before the entire wedding party was brought in for a group picture before the first dance happened. The wedding was beautiful but tiring as you walked into your house taking Cairo up to bed; the day had been especially long for your six month old baby.
Soon everyone was joining the dancing and you grinned watching your loving fiancé dancing with you beautiful little girl. You could hear Steve whisper as he settled her into the crib as she was sleeping already. It was Steve and your daughters tradition that started the night you brought her home. She wouldn’t settle down until Steve had started to sing a song to her and slow danced. Ever since that night he would do that. Coming closer she stood next to her fiancé watching their sleeping girl.
“Your little hands wrapped around my finger, and it’s so quiet in the world tonight. Your little eyelids flutter cause you’re dreaming, so I tuck you in and turn on your favourite nightlight.” Steve leant down kissing her forehead before gently taking his finger from her grasp and pulling you into your arms, “Oh darling don’t you ever grow up, don’t you ever grow up just stay this little.”
Steve finding a letter addressed to him from Peggy after her funeral telling him how proud she was of him and how she would always love him and to never give up hope. Steve crying halfway through because there goes another piece of his heart and wishing Bucky had gotten to see her before she died. He finally gets the last paragraph in which she tells him to “take care of James, he and I always did have so much in common”. Turns out Bucky had indeed seen her. She was the one who suggested keeping the notebooks, she had some experience with keeping track of a faulty memory after all.
169: “I just want you to know that when I picture myself happy…it’s with you.”
(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,
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,
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.
(Ok, a few things first. I’m a huge fan of the @hamil-tots AU blog, that’s where this…story? Fanfic? [sometimes fanfic just seems like a dirty word] anyways, that’s where this writing stems from. But when I look at their blog things seem to be mostly about the revolutionary squad, I’d say it’s 70% them and 30% other characters. Which of course is fine and wonderful, I just wonder what the other are getting up to in the meantime. But since I can’t draw, I have to write out my hamiltot ideas. So I hope they’re just as good as the drawings (they’re not), but here is…I guess a Reynolds Pamphlet Hamiltots fanfic? From Eliza’s perspective. With a little bit of Schuyler sisters action going on. And some Maria Reynolds girl power bonding. Because Maria got the raw end of the deal with the Reynolds Pamphlet too. Ugh, why are these intro things before my writings always so long? I’m sorry!)
Eliza sat in the corner of the classroom by the cubbies crying. Everyone else was outside at recess but she didn’t want to go out in case she bumped into Alex outside. She could hear his voice shouting over all the others and it made her cry even harder. Eliza had been sick at home the last few days with her dad while her sisters went to school without her, and when she came back she found out that Alex had been playing with the new girl Maria Reynolds instead of him. It wasn’t a big deal, Eliza knew Alex could play with whoever he wanted, but then Eliza found notes all over the classroom that Alex wrote defending himself. They said,
“Thomas, James, and Aaron came up to me and said that Eliza might be mad if she found out I was playing with Maria. But I was only playing with her because Eliza was home sick with her dad, and I was lonely. It’s not my fault that Eliza got sick and it’s not my fault Maria wanted to play with me. Even James, Maria’s brother, said that it was ok if me and her played together! -A. Ham”
Eliza couldn’t believe it. Alex didn’t have to embarrass her and tell EVERYONE in their class what had happened. All Alex ever did was think about himself and what his friends would think about him. He never stopped to think how he made other people feel. Eliza closed her tear-filled eyes and held Philip close to her, waiting for recess to be over.
Soon Eliza heard the classroom door open and was afraid that Mr. Washington was coming in to make her go outside, but when she opened her eyes she saw Angelica standing in front of her, holding Peggy’s hand. Angelica knelt down and wrapped both arms around Eliza, and Peggy copied her sister. They hugged in silence for a few moments before Angelica sat down in between Eliza and the cubbies, taking her hand.
“I always knew that Alex was a jerk!” Angelica said angrily.
“That’s not true.” Eliza replied. “You liked him a lot.”
“No I didn’t!” Angelica responded. “Well…I don’t like him anymore! Not if he hurts my sister!”
Peggy climbed into Eliza’s lap and leaned into her chest, letting Eliza hold her for comfort. Angelica reached over inside her cubby and grabbed a book out of her backpack, entitled Greek Fables for Children. She flipped to a page called Icarus, and showed the pictures to Eliza.
“Once upon a time there was this boy named Ick…Icarus! And he and his daddy made wings so they could fly. But they were made out of candle wax, and when Icarus flew near the sun it got so hot his wings melted and he fell!”
Eliza was confused. “Why are you showing me that?”
“Because!” Angelica said. “Icarus is like Alexander! He wants so much more than he can have.”
Eliza didn’t really get it, but she knew her sisters were trying to make her feel better, and that’s all she needed to know. “Thanks Angie.” Eliza said.
As Eliza held Peggy, Angelica grabbed a tissue from her backpack and licked it, just like she’d seen their mother do, and then wiped the salt streaks from Eliza’s face.
“EEW!” Peggy shouted immediately. “Now her cheeks are going to smell like your spit!”
Angelica moved the tissue towards Peggy, pretending she was going to wipe her face too, and Peggy scrambled out of Eliza’s arms, moving out of reach. She sat down on the foam alphabet puzzle on the floor by the window, right on top of the letter P. Angelica laughed, and then Eliza started laughing as well, her tears gone. Peggy pulled the P out from the foam puzzle and started chewing on it.
“We’ll never play with those stupid boys again!” Peggy said, her words muffled by the letter.
“Peggy! Don’t say stupid!” Angelica scolded. “It’s a bad word!”
The door opened again and Maria Reynolds walked in, with mud on the hem of her dress and a few band-aids from the nurses office. Eliza tensed up and Angelica grabbed her sister protectively. Maria looked down when she saw the Schuyler sisters in the room and sighed.
“Do you want me to leave you alone too?” Maria asked.
Angelica would’ve said yes, immediately, but Eliza scooted forwards on the floor, inching towards Maria. “What do you mean ‘too’?” She asked.
“Nobody wants to play with me out on the playground anymore. And my brother is being mean to me because Alex told everyone we played together.” Maria answered.
Eliza stood up and let go of Angelica, walking over to Maria. After a few silent moments she pulled the girl into an embrace, squeezing her tightly. “You can play with us. We won’t be mean to you.” Eliza promised.
Angelica stood up to go take the foam P out of Peggy’s mouth, thinking to herself, ‘you’ll never find anyone as trusting or as kind as my sister.’
Eliza handed her stuffed dog over to Maria with a smile. “This is Philip. He always makes me feel better when I’m sad, all you have to do is hug him and you’ll start to feel better too!” She said. Maria hugged the stuffed puppy tentatively, and after a while it did start to comfort her.
Angelica waved the two girls over to the alphabet puzzle. “Come on, we can have just as much fun inside was we can outside!” She said with a smile.
The Schuyler sisters and Maria Reynolds spent the rest of recess inside, playing with the toys and blocks and books. Angelica used water from the water fountain to wet a napkin, and happily wiped the mud off of Maria’s dress while the other girls played merrily around her.
A/N: Sorry its been so long since I’ve posted anything guys. College takes up a lot of time. Hope all is going well! Finally posted this imagine @mcuimxgine sorry you had to wait for like EVER. Hope you guys like it, I managed to edit most of it but some of it seems a little rough still. Whatever, hope you like it :)
So, I saw Hamilton yesterday (the best thing that has ever happened to me) and I thought I would share some things I noticed! So, here is my list of:
Things I noticed in Hamilton:
•There is cheering for 30 seconds when Lin comes out
•Hamilton and Laurens share a moment
•There are lampposts in Aaron burr sir
•The lighting cues are on pointe
•Laurens and Alexander have a LOT of meaningful eye contact moments
•The sisters come out when Burr says each of their names
•They walk along the revolving stage
•Angelica holds a paper in the Schuyler sisters
•Peggy is reluctantly enjoying herself the whole time
•They all grab Angelica’s hands on the last beat
•Alexander’s friends are pushing him towards seabury
•Seabury tries to block Hamilton and ignore him to no avail
•Burr pulls Hamilton off the block
•THE KING WALK
•King George acts like a 3 year old
•The king points at someone when he says you’re my favorite subject
•There are cool water effects at the beginning of right hand man
•The Schuyler sisters are kind of just in the background of all of the songs in the upper level
•Burr is VERRRYYY jealous at the end of RHM
•There is pretty much no talking
•In winters ball all of the guys point to one girl with a glass at LADIES
•Angelica looks quite offended
•The candles don’t come down until Eliza starts singing
•Eliza looks real pissed at Angelica at the Harem part
•Hamilton’s victory dance is 👌
•Eliza also looks pissed at the tried to take a bite of me part
•Eliza puts all of the letters in a box that Peggy is holding
•Angelica and Laurens share a look
•Hercules Mulligan is the best flowergirl ever
•Hamilton and Eliza have a pretty long kiss
•Less glass raising than I expected
•Everyone moves except Angelica
•Feels like a rewind
•Everyone just repeats the dance moves from helpless
•Hamilton has a hand kissing thing? That’s
•Everyone sucks in a breath and stiffs up
•Hamilton and Eliza kiss (again)
•Angelica is left alone onstage and its majestic
•Hercules makes up the dance move in story reprise
•A British soldier fires a rifle and an ensemble member pretends to be the bullet and narrowly misses hamilton
•Eliza’s pregnancy dress is pretty cool
•Lafayette sounds annoyed
•Laurens and Hamilton share a moment
•Charles Lee is a douchebag
•Laurens and Hamilton share a moment
•Ten Duel Commandments makes good use of the spinning stage
•Lee looks MAD
•Laurens gives Hamilton his note while they share a moment
•Burr is like “duh, of course he yeilds!”
•Hamilton’s voice crack is very real
•Eliza lets Hamilton feel her baby bump and it is CUTE
•Most of that would be enough is Alexander sitting on a bench and processing with Eliza comforting him
•Lafayette JUMPS OFF THE FREAKING TABLE EPICALLY
•Everyone cheers after the immigrants high 5
•The king suddenly looks very scared of everyone
•When the king says I’m so blue the lights turn blue
•Dear theodosia is just burr and Hamilton bringing out a chair each and singing
•Laurens’ death song is v sad
•"I have so much work to do"
•stRAIGHT INTO NON STOP THOSE LITTLE f*ckers
•Angelica holds Hamilton’s hand as the stage rotates her away and Eliza starts singing
•Washington stands on a moving staircase singing to Hamilton as it moves to the center of the room
•Angelica and Eliza hold each of hamilton’s arms and he shakes them off
•"I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!“
•Everyone in the audience cheers for Jefferson and he is just a ham
•When we stopped cheering he actually raised his arms like “keep cheering!”
•His jump walk thingy is beautiful
•Madison is sick. Like he is constantly coughing into his handkerchief
•Hamilton pushes past Washington to shake Jefferson’s hand first and Jefferson is just like “this guy! HA”
•Washington is like “Sorry bout that” while shaking Jefferson’s hand
•Jefferson is trying to defend Madison
•Anthony is hilarious as Phillip
•He just wants to have a different tune
•Eliza’s beat boxing is gr8
•Phillip is kinda shy about his rap until the end
•Eliza is trying to paint Hamilton a picture
•Angelica has a parasol? Idk why
•Angelica and Eliza are really good at acting like they haven’t seen each other in years
•Again with the hand holding
•Lampposts in say no to this
•Maria walks on the rotating stage
•Maria is about to kiss Hamilton then turns away
•Hamilton and Maria have a full on make out sesh
•Sydney James Harcourt was hilarious
•Maria kneels on the ground
•Hamilton kneels down after her
•There is just a lapdance
•James Reynolds calls Maria kind of like a very strict dog owner
•Alexander looks SUPER guilty at the beginning of the room where it happens
•Alexander mocks Burr SO MUCH
•Burr ends up right next to the composer most of the time
•Phillip talks to Eliza the whole time in Schuyler defeated
•Washington has a special chair
•Jefferson holds out the mic for Madison to say France
•Hamilton pretends to grab King Louis’s head, then pretends to be him
•Burr comes in front of Jefferson after he stops talking
•Jefferson is like “who is this? Why is he singing?”
•Burr is kinda just the 3rd wheel
•Jefferson writes his resignment
•Hamilton acts like a 2-year old for “Jefferson Started It!”
•Hamilton pretended he didn’t hear Washington say he’s not running for president
•Washington almost cries at the own vine and fig tree part
•Everyone surrounds Washington at the end
•The king DRAGS his scepter onstage
•He’s like are you serious?!
•He looks at his servant like “really?” And she’s like “yeah. I know right?”
•On the last beat the king sits on his stool
•Hamilton drops a large stack of papers on the ground from the center of the balcony
•He has red lights flashing on his face on “You fat motherBLEEEPP!”
•Hamilton sounds completely unsurprised at the 3 coming in. He sounds kind of like “oh boy. I have to listen to these 3.”
•Hamilton pulls the letter out of a cabinet drawer on the side of the stage
•Jefferson kind of stops Burr from saying f*ck
•REALLY COOL LIGHTING in Hurricane
•It actually looks like he’s in the eye of a hurricane
•You can see Hamilton realizing he can write his way out of this
•His mom gets spinned in the air again
•Everyone starts to move the set
•Maria hands him the pen
•Everyone starts to bring out paper
•James Reynolds is like “that’s me!” When he reads his name
•Maria looks really ashamed
•Phillip looks so saddened when he reads at his own house
•Jefferson bounces on the desk
•Angelica walks in with bags
•She pulls her hand away when he tries to kiss it
•King George does a little dance
•Jefferson hands the conductor a pamphlet when they say “have you read this?”
•Everyone starts to pick up the papers at the end
•Eliza starts to walk in with the lantern at the end
•Eliza looks off in the distance at the fist burn
•Eliza looks angry and hurt
•She lights the paper
•The fire kind of got high in the bucket
•She slides the rest of the letters in the bucket instead of dropping them
•Phillip ‘graduates’ at the beginning
•The rest of the graduates are wearing general hats
•The actors in the play watch Phillip’s fight
•Alexander is very comforting and reassuring
•There are 2 guns that are taken off the wall
•Phillip has his gun up WAY BEFORE TEN
•Seriously Eacker is just an asshole
•When Phillip is hit he kinda floats to the table
•Phillip is very good at pretending to be dying
•Eliza says noooo not ooohhhhh
•Phillip grabs Eliza’s arm
•Phillipa’s scream is HEARTBREAKING
•Pretty much everyone onstage is crying in it’s quiet uptown
•Lin is just VERY emotionally invested in this show
•Eliza is pretty much expressionless the whole number until the end
•Madison is wiping away tears at the beginning of the election of 1800
•Jefferson and Madison just hate Burr
•Burr does a little “yesss” at grab a beer with him
•Everyone shoves papers in Hamilton’s face
•Burr looks so excited and expectant
•The disappointment and hurt and sadness on Burr’s face is heartbreaking
•Burr holds out his hand for a handshake and Jefferson just leaves him hanging
•Burr and Hamilton take turns using the same desk
•Lots of letters are passed
•Alexander is sitting in a chair and Eliza comes out to the chair
•Burr really looks like he regrets his decision
•Phillip stands in the place where he died and Hamilton walks over but Phillip walks up the stairs before Hamilton can get to him
•Everyone dead is acting out things during Hamilton’s monologue about the other side
•Eliza walks onstage and runs to the middle, grabs hands with Hamilton and acts like she’s being pulled away
•Burr starts crying when he is ushered away
•Burr holds out his arms like “the world was this wide”
•Everyone changes their clothes to white except for Angelica, Eliza, and Hamilton
•When she stops singing, she walks towards the middle and “finds” hamilton
•Hamilton leads her forward and shows her the audience
•SHE GASPS AND LOOKS SUPER HAPPY AND STARTS CRYING AHHH(I cried at this point)
And that’s it! I would sell my soul to go see the OBC again, but it’s impossible, soooo… Oh well. This is a very inspirational and amazing musical, and I love love love it