I've finished it now presenting HAMILTOTS: A Child's Play
LIST OF CHARACTERS: Mr. Washington: 31 Alex Hamilton: 5 Aaron Burr: 5 John Laurens: 5 Hercules Mulligan: 6 Lafayette: 5 Angelica Schuyler: 6 Eliza Schuyler: 4 ½ Peggy Schuyler: 2 ⅔ Sammy Seabury: 5 George King: 6 Rachel Faucette: 25
[The scene starts with minimal set with 3 tables and a teachers desk. Two tables are SL and the other one is SR with the teacher’s desk center stage. Mr. Washington walks in SR with Alex, they stop at Washington’s desk. Lighting only on Washington and Alex.] Mr. Washington: Ok Alex, you can sit next to Aaron Burr. Alex: [Timidly] Okay [Washington pushes Alex to the first desk SL Lights show that one boy is sitting reading a book] Alex: [Walking cautiously over to the table] Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr? Aaron: [Looks up from book] That depends who’s askin’ Alex: Oh! I’m Alex Hamilton, Mr. Washington told me to sit here. Aaron: Okay [goes back to reading] Alex: [gaining courage] Whatcha’ reading? Do you like to read? Does Mr. Washington allow a reading period? What about- Aaron: [Getting frustrated] Talk less Alex: What? Aaron: Smile more Alex: [Confused] heh Aaron: Don’t let people know what you are thinking. They’ll get [annunciate] an-noy-ed [During this part, light up full stage] John: Yo yo yo What time is it? John, Hercules, and Lafayette: Snack time!
Rcdart doesn’t care about trans people too bc Peggy and Steve are apparently both gay and trans which is cool but then they draw them fucking each other… a gay trans woman and a gay trans man… fucking each other. Not homophobic or transphobic at all
Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.
Author’s note: heyyyy there!! I’m a new blog here in tumblr and I am very excited to post my first hamilton fic!!! Just a few warnings: some grammar may be bad, the writing itself is not amazing since I’m not a professional writer so please keep that in mind. This fic is an idea I spontaneously had so I don’t know if there’s going to be any pairings, so don’t search for daveed x reader or similars because there’s none (by now, they’ll probably be) It’s just an original idea of mine. So yup! enjoy! (And be kind about it plsss!!!)
[Btw, uploading this quickly on my phone in a place with wifi. I’m currently on vacation so until sunday I won’t be able to, ya know, put the big lyrics and get the text nicely.]
Prompt: you just got in the Hamilton cast!! Quickly, pack your stuff, you’re starting next week! A dream come true. You’re going to be in the greatest city in the world!
Chapter One: Greatest City in the world
I could not believe what just happened.
“You got in!” — my friends cheered loudly. — “You’re going to New York!”
I was going to be a part of Hamilton! My career had just started and I was already at the top. How could this possibly be? How could I be so lucky? I guess all the years of theatre and working hard had been worth it.
I stood froze for what might’ve been a solid 30 seconds.
“(Y/N) (Y/SN)? Are you still there?”
My friends looked at me excitedly and gestured me to come back to reality and answer the phone.
“Y-yeah, I’m sorry. I was just shocked. Um-”
“You are starting next week and we need you to be here by wednesday. We can help you get an apartment in the city. I remind you you principally have a 6 month contract which of course can be extended if you work hard. We’ll send you a message as soon as we can to give you the details of the flight. Congratulations once again.”
“Uh, thanks.”— I managed to say before the person on the other side hung up.
I looked over at my friends once again. I noticed the tears from happiness forming in my eyes, and they started cheering as loud as they could again, hugging me as hard as possible.
This was happening. My dream had come true.
The days leading to the flight were the most stressful ones of my life. Packing bags, packing boxes, talking with my renter and explaining him the situation, telling my boss I was leaving work, saying goodbyes to all my friends, saying goodbye to London. It was a big, big rush since I was announced this on Sunday and had to get on my flight on Tuesday. But I felt so happy. This was the moment I felt my whole life had been leading to. Since I was a child I aspired to become a Broadway actress, and now it was becoming true.
Tuesday afternoon, when almost everything was packed up, when I had convinced my renter to store my apartment and not give it to anyone for at least six months (since I didn’t know if after all everything would turn out as a flop) and I had said goodbye to my friends after a whole day together, I knew I had one last thing to do.
“Hey”— I saluted.
“Hi”— he answered.—“So, you got in”.
“Ahm”— I confirmed with a low sound.
“I want you to know I’m very proud of you. No matter what happened between us. I always knew you would shine.”—his eyes seemed true while he was saying this. He was being sincere. He was not lying, not now at least. It took me by a lot of surprise, though.
“Well, I haven’t even started yet. Don’t get too emotional. Maybe I’m here in two months crying my eyes out because I couldn’t do it”— I trailed off, kind of laughing, showing my negativity which was always by my side. A side of me I was working on to change.
“Then I’ll hold you.”—he suddenly said, taking me by surprise, again. My eyes widened. I looked at him, his big deep brown eyes looking at me —“But I know I won’t have to, because you won’t be back for a long while. I’m sure about it.”— he carised my cheek while saying that, and a sigh escaped my lips.
I looked away from his gaze and he left his touch on my skin. I looked to the ground and then up to London Eye, that was shinning in front of us, not aware of the stories that were beggining around him. Not aware of the story that was ending.
“This will forever be my favourite place in town.”— I said, admiring the colors around me.—“I’ll miss London”.
“Well, you’re going to the greatest city in the world.”— he referenced the musical, which made me smile.—“I wouldn’t be worried about not finding another perfect spot”.
“I’ll miss you, too.”— I finally said.
“Same comes from me.”— he held my hand, looked at me one last time and walked away. I glanced at London Eye for one last time and remembered all the times I had spent with him in it. All the memories I had built. Isn’t it incredible, everything that can come to your mind only by looking at some place? All of the people you can meet, all the things you can experience, all the hiding spots you can find in a city…
It was time to end this chapter in London and start another one in the greatest ciry in the world in the book that was my life.
“New York City, here I come.”— I whispered while making my way back to my — actually, not anymore mine — apartment.
Getting to the airport was an odisea.
Picture this in your mind: a 25 year old young girl with over 6 bags and suitcases to carry, passport, mobile phone, purse and keys in hand, in the middle of the street, waiting for her taxi.
Now I consider myself a person with temperament. If you mess up with me or my friends, be ready to get slayed. I have no problem fighting for myself or finding out stuff for myself neither. I’m not shy when it comes to ridiculize myself in public with my friends, and no matter how tiring I can be, I will get what I want. Sadly, for me, I had a bipolar behaviour. This was one side of it.
The other side consisted of the absolute embarrassment that I felt while ridiculizig myslef alone. In situations like this, with so many things to handle and a whole lotta other things in my mind, obstucalizing the pass of pedestrians in the street (a lot of them cursing me), I was a living and walking tomato. I didn’t even have the balls to say “Sorry” to the molested people who tried to walk between the maze that my belongings had created. I was just hoping that my taxi would arrive as soon as possible.
Glad for me, the taxi arrived sooner that I thought and with all my suitcases packed, I got in. “Heathrow airport, please.”—I breathed out, relieved.
“Moving to a new city, hm?”— he said, raising a brow. He was a grown-up man. 60-65 years I supposed. He looked nice and talked with a sweet tone.
“Yes, in fact.”— I smiled. I checked my phone and saw nine new messages. Two from Dan, one from Phil and other four from my friends groupchat.
Leave me a message when you arrive to New York, please. Otherwise I will be worried.
Have a safe flight xx
Hope your flight goes well! I’ll be recomforting Dan while you’re gone. Come visit us sometime! xxx
From: GroupChat “La crème de la crème”
Lizzie - DON’T DIE PLS WE LOVE YOU
Frank - IF YOU FEEL LIKE THE PLANE IS FALLING JUST JUMP. I’LL CATCH YOU
Leah - Stop overreacting, geez guys.
Kail - We’re just trying to tell you to have a safe flight, (Y/N), but ya know, we’re not the best at expressing ourselves.
My smile grew wider.
“But it’s hard to leave the people you love behind”— the driver continued talking.
“Yes…”— I answered naturally.
I hadn’t thought about it until now. My head was flying out of reality with Hamilton being the only thing in my mind right now, and I was so excited that I had totally forgotten about it. I would not have my friends in New York. No more long talks face to face with them, no more watching horror movies and laughing about it, no more getting drunk until the sun rised… no more fun times.
I felt the first trace of anger and sadness in my body after the last fourty eight hours. But I also remembered all the amazing cast members that I’d be meeting in no time, including actual Lin Manuel Miranda and it comforted me a bit. I admired him so much. He was a genius to me and everything he did were precious works of art. I could not wait to form part of something he had created.
“Where are you going to?”— the driver inquired. I personally really like small talk with strangers, as weird as it can sound, and so I followed his conversation.
“New York”— I answered, putting my phone down.
“Wow. That’s something big. I mean, London is an amzing city too, but, the big apple? That is just stunning.”
“I know, kind of unvelievable”— I continued.
“So, what brings you there?”— he asked, and he actually looked interested about it.
“I got in a Broadway musical”— I responded, as if it was the most normal thing ever.
“Wow! You must be an amazing actress then! When, then I hope I get to see you onstage in London sometime too”— he smiled.
“Thank you”— I said while my eyes sparkled.
When we arrived at the airport and all my stuff was out of the taxi, the driver said one last goodbye to me.
“Ah, young girl. I hope everything works out for you. Dream big! You can acomplish whatever you want. Have a great time and hey, maybe I’ll get to tell my clients «Yeah, I was the one who drove (Y/N) to New York. Amazing, right?»”— I laughed at his words and thanked him endlessly, while giving him a tip. He truly deserved it.
After getting all my stuff in the plane, I headed to Starbucks and drank some coffee before my flight was announced. I got all my stuff and entered the plane, plugged my earpods in and closed my eyes.
This is it. It’s happening. I will actually be in the greatest city in the world when I open my eyes.
siNCE MY BAND CLASS IS A SPICY MEME PARTY IMAGINE EVERYBODY IS JUST BEING A DANK MEMER AND THROWING AROUND RANDOM MEMES AND ROASTING EACH OTHER IN THE BAND CLASS except burr, elizabeth, and peggy since they wANT TO ACTUALLY PLAY THE ACTUAL SONG
This why it’s a shitty teen au. Everyone is just a real bad teen- just- the worst teen
I say this all the time but what I love about Mad Men is that it is like real life, and doesn’t use most of the cliche dramatic devices that you normally see on television.
Sometimes people leave and they never come back, like Salvatore Romano and Michael Ginsberg.
Sometimes you learn a fact about someone’s life, but you never get the full story, and you’re always left wondering, like Joan’s first marriage and life before Sterling Cooper.
Sometimes you don’t get any resolution when something happens in your life. There’s no big dramatic speech or confrontation, you just feel shitty and move the fuck on (Peggy, most of the time).
Sometimes, there is no justice, sometimes the ending is not satisfying, sometimes threads are not tied up, and sometimes you don’t get what you want or what you need. Real life is like that. Sometimes there’s no cliffhangers and no resolution either, there’s just an end to a certain series of events.
Unfortunately, unlike Mad Men, there are no ironic songs playing at the end of life moments. If I could have an ironic song playing non-diegetically right now, it would probably be something by Carly Simon.
Sleigh Ride (1707 words) by Sholio Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agent Carter (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Peggy Carter/Daniel Sousa Characters: Peggy Carter, Daniel Sousa Additional Tags: Hijinks & Shenanigans, Snow, Chases, Horses Summary: Just another day at the SSR, this time involving blizzards, stolen horses, and a stole– er, commandeered sleigh.
My story for Peggysous Advent is live! AO3 has been having some difficulties today, so if you have any problems you can check back later. (They seem to be back up, at least for me, but I’m not sure if everything on the site is working again.)
Summary: You’re unwillingly engaged to the Crown Prince of another kingdom, whom you had known as a child but then lost contact with. Time, deceit, and politics brings you two back together, but it’s a dramatic stretch to the ascension of the throne.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, Grant Ward, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Pots, Peggy Carter, Bruce Banner, Lincoln Campbell, Betty Ross (more to be added)
Word Count: 1.5k
A/N: okay, I honestly love writing Rebecca Barnes
There’s a party being prepared for the following morning, and you stand silently with Rebecca at your side as you watch servants stream ribbons around the throne room.
“The kingdom still believes you and Bucky are only engaged,” Rebecca tells you, her eyes following the billowing strand of shiny gold fabric hanging from the ceiling that twirls just out of reach from the servants’ hands.
You don’t respond. The two of you had gone down to the kitchens again and eaten your breakfast of oranges and pastries in the frosty grass, where you’d told her of the previous evening and how Grant had admitted his feelings for you. She had told you that she knew, and that was why she had asked you if you loved anyone, and she asked you it again, only to receive the same answer: I don’t know.
Prince James had made himself scarce, and Grant was nowhere to be seen. Even Lincoln and Bruce hadn’t noticed him leaving his chambers since he last entered them, and you did not dare to go and seek him out.
Your mother had attempted to speak to you only moments ago, demanding to know the nature of your attitude when you had left the dining hall the night before, but you had dismissed her, flexing your power over her as her queen.
The only one you welcomed at your side was Princess Rebecca. Though she may have been just a baby when you had been the Barnes’ ward as a child, she was still someone you felt you could grow to trust.
“We should go for a walk,” Rebecca says suddenly, looking up at you. She is seventeen years old, and if she had been born before James, she would be the one to ascend to her parents’ throne within a year.
“Okay,” you nod, and turn with her away from the throne room, the crunching feeling your stomach fading the farther you got from the pair of great chairs you and James would one day sit in together.
The gardens outside are bypassed as Rebecca leads you towards the shore of the beach, a distance away from the castle but still on royal grounds. She begins to strip the fine fabrics of her dress, and you gape at her, looking around for any prying eyes.
“Rebecca!” you scold her, picking her dress up and shoving it over her chest. “Someone could see you!”
“Let them,” Rebecca shrugs her shoulders, pushing your hands away so now she was standing in her underdress and corset. “Undo this for me?”
You give her a hesitant look, and she sighs. “You are technically married already, so we didn’t have the chance to throw you a celebration, so,” she gestures to the sea, “we will party ourselves.”
You still are unsure, so she captures your hands in hers. “(Y/N), in the sea, you are just a human being. Not a queen, nor a lady, just a human enjoying their freedom.”
“If we get in trouble-”
“We won’t,” she promises you, a playful smile appearing on her face. “Besides, what do you think James and I did when we were bored?”
She turns back around, and you unlace her corset, and soon she’s undoing yours.
You feel a rush of something exciting in your blood as Rebecca goes out running into the water, screeching at the coldness of it and then calling for you to join.
Your toes sink in the leaf speckled sand, already frigid from the cold wind blowing over your almost bare skin, and you squeeze the fabric of your underdress before exhaling.
You run forward, and yelp at the freezing water that surrounds you, feeling like it was immobilizing every muscle in your body until it began to feel warm, and Rebecca’s laugh carries over the waves.
“Come on!” she calls, swimming out towards the horizon.
And you go with her, having left behind your name, title, and responsibilities on the shore with your dress.
Your teeth are chattering as you sit hunched in a blanket with Rebecca in the corner of the kitchen, laughing occasionally with a mug of hot tea clasped between your fingers. Rebecca’s lips are still a shade of purple and her cheeks are pale and tinted red, and you can only imagine that you resemble her. Your hair is held back by ribbons you both had found as they blew away from the servants decorating trees, and your dresses are hanging over the fire on the other side of the kitchen.
“So stupid,” Pepper scolds you both, shaking her head. “You both could have caught hypothermia and died out there. It’s too cold for swimming.”
“We’re fine, Pepper,” Rebecca giggles into her mug. “We ran the entire way back to keep warm.”
You both had only run back because your dresses had become soaked, but you don’t mention that.
Pepper gives Rebecca a flat look and walks away, stirring the pot of soup that she had prepared for you two upon stumbling into the kitchen, cold to the bones and looking like a pair of peasants.
Rebecca stops chuckling when she hears her name being called, and you don’t recognize the voice that’s speaking.
“Bloody hell,” Rebecca murmurs, setting the cup down. “(Y/N), don’t speak to this woman. She doesn’t know what you look like, and don’t take it personally when she insults you.”
A red haired woman walks into the back of the kitchen, dressed in fine clothing and jewelry hanging from her ears and wrists. She’s gorgeous, but her annoyed expression does not compliment her fair features.
“Rebecca,” the woman addresses her when she sees the younger girl beside you. “What are you thinking, running across the castle grounds in your skirts? You’re lucky your brother and I had cleared the west field or else the guards would have seen you!”
Rebecca looks up at the woman, expression of defiance unwavering.
“I was having fun,” Rebecca responds shortly.
“Your ‘fun’ could have cost you your life,” the woman snaps. “Swimming in the ocean at the start of the cold season? Have you gone mad?”
You swear that’s the third time you’ve heard someone say that phrase in the last few days.
“It’s exciting,” Rebecca replies coolly.
“That’s not any sort of behavior the Princess of Romania should be displaying,” the woman says crossly, and Pepper rolls her eyes from behind. The older woman passes you a wooden bowl and spoon filled with warm broth, and then the same meal to Rebecca. You thank her quietly.
“Leave her be, Natasha,” Pepper says. “She’s just a child searching for a way to have fun.”
“And will jumping into holes in the ice during the winter to plunge into the freezing water be her next sort of fun?” Natasha demands, and you connect this woman as the one James had named as his lover.
“I have already learned from your example, Natasha,” Rebecca retorts. “I am not thick enough to walk over thin ice, intentionally searching for a way to draw attention.”
Rebecca’s words have double meaning, you suspect, and you sigh as you drink the broth.
Natasha isn’t swayed by Rebecca’s response, and instead it riles her up.
“Rebecca!” Natasha snaps. “Not only did you endanger your life, but you endangered the life of a servant with it!”
There’s a clatter in the kitchen, and every voice goes silent as you look up at this woman, frowning.
“Excuse me,” you say, setting the bowl down next to your feet and rising with the blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Natasha glares at you, challenging you to speak. “Though your delusion is understandable, I’m the Queen of Sokovia.”
Her eyes narrow at you, and her jaw locks. You can tell she’s searching for words to say, and when she finds them, she spits them. “You have none of my respect.”
She marches out of the kitchen, and Rebecca snorts, standing up with you.
“She’s such a bitch.”
“Your brother has a strange desire of woman,” you reply, watching Natasha’s red hair leave the kitchen.
“You know that they’re lovers?” Rebecca questions, eyes wide.
“He told me last night,” you reply calmly, and sit back down on the floor. Rebecca joins you a moment later, holding her bowl with both hands and glancing at you.
“Natasha does not love him,” Rebecca reveals to you. “We believe she’s only using him as a stepping stone to the throne.”
“Then I guess there is a part of you pleased I have taken up that spot,” you chuckle, and Rebecca laughs.
“We are secretly happy about that,” Rebecca nods her head.
“We?” you ask, and she motions to the cooking community around you both.
“The people in this room and working for us around this castle see my brother as a person, and not as a prince. He’s just a man blinded by Natasha’s seduction,” Rebecca explains.
“For a seventeen-year-old,” you say, “you sure are plenty well informed.” Rebecca laughs again, and you sip the soup.
“Who is Natasha anyways?” you ask, and the Princess shrugs her shoulders.
“Her father Nicholas is a noble who owns some land east of here, retired from the army a few years ago,” Rebecca informs you. “He sent her here while his lands were being attacked by the other nobles months ago, but she hasn’t returned because of her affair with Bucky.”
Angelica and Eliza should both be Peggy's fairy godmothers for the Cinderella au because I can't think of any other role for Eliza and it would be cute giving Peggy not only one fairy godmother but two.
I was actually considering doing that and I think I might!!
It just doesn’t feel right breaking up the sister squad, plus I love the idea of Impossible being sung as a duet (well, technically it’s already a duet, but you know what I mean).