[9th january 2017] tried to make some biology notes on my ipad! i think it turned out pretty well, it just takes quite a while to make. i used the app meeting box, it’s free on the appstore for a few days !
A/N: I am back. Back again. So YES. Hello! This took me a quite long time but I believe it turned out quite well. Oh and such a terrible title this is I’m sorry. ALSO….. Writing stories could be SO MUCH EASIER if I got some requests. SO PLEASE REQUEST MY LOVELIES.
Pairing: Philip Hamilton X Reader (w/ thomas jefferson as readers dad)
Time Period: Hamiltime
Word Count: 1,299 (got a bit carried away oops)
Being the daughter of the one and only Thomas Jefferson may not sound too bad. But that is not the case. Your father, Thomas Jefferson comes home every evening angry and frustrated from those dreaded cabinet meetings. He hates them primarily because he always loses them. Today was different. There was no cabinet meeting today. Thank God. Or so you thought.
You walked up to your fathers study where he was working with a cup of tea. Destressing your father (or at least helping to destress) was an everyday thing for you. You opened the door slowly. “Father. Would you like some tea?” You said shyly, peeking your head into the room. Papers were scattered across the floor. It was definetly more of a mess than you thought.
Thomas turned quickly to his beautiful daughter. “Yes dear. You are a lifesaver.” He smiled, gesturing for Y/N to come inside. She walked in, handing her father the cup of tea.
“So father. Why was there no cabinet meeting today?” You questioned. Your father immediately hung his head down out of annoyance. He slowly brought it back up to look at you.
“We are going to a dinner at the Washingtons.” He frowned. You didn’t understand why he was not happy about this.
“Oh father. That sounds absolutely delightful! Why are you so unhappy?” You asked, furrowing your brow slightly.
“The Hamiltons are going also.” Your father said, rolling his eyes. You frowned. Eliza Hamilton is a lovely woman but Alexander Hamilton is not a man you would like to speak to, considering the manner in which your father spoke about this man. Their son, Philip Hamilton was also going to be there. You sighed at the thought. He has always attempted to speak to you, but you have never allowed it. All he is is a flirt.
One hour before the dinner arrived. You had put on your most gorgeous F/C dress. This was your mothers dress before she passed. You twirled sligtltly in front of your mirror. You began putting on your heels, your hair and makeup already done. You walked out to the main room of the Jefferson home, awaiting your father, have your carriage had already arrived.
Your father walked down the stairs. He was wearing an amazing tuxedo and you had never seen him look so elegant. A smile spread across his face when he saw you. You smiled at your father, hugging him tightly. You both walked to the carriage together, sitting in the back.
“You look beautiful my daughter.” Your father smiled to you.
“Thank you father. You look very nice also.” You smiled back, silence spreading. It was not awkward silence. It was more……… Comforting silence.
You had finally arrived at the Washington home, linking arms with you father. You knocked on the door slightly, Martha Washington greeting you.
“Y/N! Long time no see!” Martha smiled at you, hugging you tightly.
“Hello Martha! It has been quite a while.” You giggle, hugging her right back. She eventually pulled away, turning to your father.
“And Thomas.” She smiled as your father kissed Martha’s knuckles.
“Ah Martha!” He smiled back. Soon enough Martha escorted you and your father inside. You spotted the Hamiltons, all three of them staring at you and your father. You hoped your father didn’t notice until you saw the anger blossoming on his face. He began to walk over to them, you walking close behind to make sure he does nothing stupid.
“Hamilton” Thomas growled towards Alexander. You rolled your eyes at your fathers tone of voice before turning to Philip. You and him were the same age. Both 16. He had curly hair and freckles throughout his face. You hadn’t noticed you were staring until he winked at you. You turned away, blushing softly, your father and Alexander Hamilton now having a full on debate.
You cleared your throat behind your father to get his attention. Both men turned to you, along with Eliza and Philip. “Father please be more proffesional. This is not one of your cabinet meetings. And Mr. Hamilton.” You smiled to Alexander. “I am Y/N. I’m truly sorry about my father but I would also like to request that you do not argue as well. It would benefit everyone.” You said kindly.
“But…” Alexander and your father said in unison. You smiled at both men before Martha called that dinner was ready. The seating arangment was a bit of a problem. George and Martha sat next to each other, your father next to George and you next to your father. Where is the problem you ask? The fact that you were sat right next to Philip Hamilton.
You walked to the dinner table, your father still glaring at Alexander. Just as you were about to pull your chair out to sit, Philip walked in front of you, pulling your chair out for you. Blushing slightly you thanked him and sat down. He pushed your chair in carefully before sitting himself.
“Well Ms. Y/N. It was quite bold of you to stand up to our fathers like that.” He smiled, winking. You smiled back trying to be as kind as possible without your father getting angry.
“Thank you Mr. Hamilton.” You smiled kindly. He grabbed your hand, laying a soft kiss to your knuckles.
“Please call me Philip. I am not my father.” He chuckled slightly, putting your hands down, not letting your hand go. Instead of letting your hand go he intertwined your fingers with his. You blushed scarlet.
“Y-yes. Philip.” You corrected yourself, gulping quietly. You saw your father out of your peripheral vision. He was glaring at Philip,visibly angry at the fact that he was holding your hand.
“You look stunning in that gown Y/N.” He smiled.
“How flattering.” You smiled back, giggling slightly. You looked behind Philip to see Alexander staring at his son in disbelief. You stared at Philip in his eyes getting lost in them as he did the same to you. Eventually, you heard 2 loud coughs to get your attention. You both broke eye contact, unlacing your fingers while staring at the floor. You swear you saw Eliza smile at the two of you.
Another debate broke out at the table. You glared at your father who dropped the insult he was about to shoot back. “If it wasn’t for my lovely daughter, you would have been dead Hamilton.” Your father said in anger. George and Martha just looked extremely annoyed, obviously regretting inviting the rivaling families. Philip was still blushing just as much as you were, stealing glances at you any second he could, you attempting to do the same.
You broke the silence at your table by speaking to Philip once again. “S-sorry about my father.” You frowned as the two fathers began to argue again.
“It is fine. As you are not your father. Whaddya say when we get done we both go to my place and strip down to our socks.” He smirked. Eliza immediately smacked the back of his head. He let out a slight groan, which turned into a laugh.
You laughed slightly. “Now Now Philip. I just began speaking to you. Courting me is truly the first step.” You attempt to flirt back. His eyes widen and he smirks.
“Allow me to court you then.” Philip said back, a bit too loud. Everyone turned around, your father and Alexander’s face in complete and utter horror. Eliza was simply smiling and Philip looked extremely hopeful.
“Okay.”You smiled. Philip smirked back as your fathers argued about how good their children were going to be in the new relationship between you and Philip.
I decided to draw this little Gerard/Frank thing today. This was my first time that I tried using a tiny, low quality reference and even though it was frustrating AF sometimes, I think it turned out quite well. Anyways enjoy the Frerardness of this drawing! :3 Also RIP black pencil.
A throwback to a few of the Spartan relatives that I got to meet when I picked her up: 1. La-Min-So’s Sweet Lady “Nita” (her aunt, 13yo at the time!) 2.La-Min-So’s Count On Me “Felix” (Nita’s son) 3. Puppy Mela’s Iza (Sparta’s mother)
4. La-Min-So’s O-bla-di O-bla-da “Nomi” (Nita’s granddaughter) 5. DK N Ch N vCh La-Min-So’s Bliss of the Meadow “Nikki” (Sparta’s half-sister) 6. Baby “Ace” La-Min-So’s Ladies Knight (Nikki’s son, now also NJW-15 and DK PL Ch) and 7. The Baby Spartacus herself!
Well hello there, Tumblr! Almost forgot I had an account on here. It feels like decades since I’ve been on last… probably because it has been decades. My bad.
To say the past 28 years have been busy is an understatement.
First off, I went to space for a couple of years by complete accident. I guess living among the stars sounded a lot better in theory than it did in practice.
It was sad that Pops had to do what he did in order to bring us back (and we all still miss him dearly!), but I’m still very grateful because without the sacrifice, who knows how things would’ve turned out for us?
As for me, well, I quit my waitress job (management wasn’t very fond of my little space vacation anyways) and Rigby and I got married a couple of years after we got home.
And… started a family relatively quickly. Both of our daughters take a lot after Rigby. Honestly.
In-between raising two girls and teaching astronomy at a local community college, I found the time to pursue film-making! Not anything big per se but still notable enough to be recognized regionally… it’s a start!
Now? Our girls are teenagers, the park gang as well as Margaret are still in-touch and Rigby and I have fell into the normalcy of growing old together.
It honestly couldn’t have gone better for me. I guess what I’m trying to say is… follow your heart? Life goes by fast, so make what you want out of it? Ugh, the both of those sound so unbelievably trite. I just feel so content with everything. Thank-you all for going on this wonderful journey with me and chatting me up during my youth. It’s funny to look back on my older posts and see how much I’ve changed and how much my relationships have changed.
I hope that all of my lovely followers experience a positive change in the same way some day.