#ugh no one writes for aaron and the schuylers

[dont-be-petty-be-peggy-blog]

Girl’s Gang + 1

Schuyler girl gang AU cause it’s amazing. Okay Okay OKay, so imagine Aaron Burr has a run in with the girls (as in what happened in Schuyler sisters) and is basically their assistant. Also gets to ride with Peggy on her motorcycle.

Aaron was still a bit new transferring mid-way through sophomore year. Conveniently at the same time as Alexander Hamilton who was bugging him about being a transfer. These three girls sat in the back of his science class and two paired up and him and the tallest were paired together. She was extremely attractive and he started flirting, not a good idea. He thought it was innocent enough till she grabbed your collar bringing you close to her face saying,

“Some guys say I’m intense or I’m insane, and you don’t want to mess with me in either state.” Her voice was low and similar to a growl.

“I-I’m-”

“Shut it!”

“Angie,” the one in blue pulled her aside trying to calm her down and make her not resort to rearranging his face.

The one in yellow chewing gum stopped for a minute staring at you. A smirk tugging on her lips. She pulled the two over and whispered something to them. The blue one whisper ‘No’ quite loudly, enough for you to hear. But ended up laughing.

The one in yellow started talking,“Well I came up with a great idea to show you what messing with-”

“But I wasn’t-”

“Ah- I know but don’t ruin my fun.”

Aaron sighed,”okay what do I have to do?”

“Just stay with us all week. It’s Tuesday now just survive till Friday. Also pack a bag sleepover everyday till the end of the week.” 

Jesus christ.

“You up for it?” The blue girl with a lovely voice spoke up.

“Course.”

Never liked backing down from a challenge. And the challenge began.

Class was the only exception since they all valued education, and Aaron didn’t want to miss English, or History. But the girls were actual in a few of Aaron’s classes. Eliza in Spanish and Literature, Peggy was in Literature as well, and Angelica was in History, AP Geometry, and Art. Also Eliza occasionally stopped by the debate club, she really liked Alexander Hamilton, but used Aaron as an excuse to stop by.

Lunch.

Aaron got his tray walking towards Thomas and James when Angelica pulled him towards a table near the wall with the other sisters. Everyone’s eyes were on him. This was their table. You had grown accustomed to where to and not sit but not why. 

“Did you forget?” Eliza asked.

“Maybe.” He said sheepishly.

Peggy rolled her eyes and Angelica laughed. Aaron were eating his sandwich while Peggy asked him about acai which she was obsessed with and they were all getting after school. Aaron noticed Eliza making googly eyes at Alex. Aaron rolled his eyes.

“Why don’t you say something.” Catching the girls attention.

“What?” Eliza said.

They all looked slightly confused. He tilted his head in Alex’s direction trying not to make it obvious he was talking about Alex. Eliza got red, the reddest Aaron had ever seen someone get.

“N-No NO NO!” She was shoving her hands in her face yelling.

They all were laughing grabbing some attention to the new quad hanging out together. 

“He’s onto ‘ya ‘Liza.” Pegs winked at her.

“I’ve been on her this whole time.”

“Well if it’s that obvious then why doesn’t he notice me?” Eliza’s mood dropped.

“Well I’d tell you he’s not worth it but he totally likes you.”

“Really?!”

“Yeah!” Aaron responded picking up Eliza’s mood.

The rest of the day Eliza was overall happier. Skip to Art, Angelica and my last class. Angelica was painting the sunflowers were were supposed to be painting, when the teacher came over.

“Ms. Schuyler that not how I demonstrated painting the flowers.” The teacher said.

“Why of course, must’ve slipped my mind.” She said through gritted teeth.

She immediately went back to the way she had previously. 

“Jeez isn’t art supposed to express yourself freely.”

“I know! Seriously!” 

We complained about her the whole period till the end of the day. Eliza was late and Peggy was grabbing a drink from the vending machine. She’s usually not late. So casual chit chat was resorted too. Till Eliza grabbed me by behind pulling me down since she was quite small. She kissed my head and hugged me some more.

“He asked me out! Aaron!” Thank you thank you thank you!” She screamed.

“What did I do?”

“He admitted afterward that you told him to ask me out soon or someone else would and seeing you with me made him ask me out! AHHHH!”

“Jeez girl, you got some vocal cords.”

She blushed and we walked and heard about Alex. First sleepover was in their den. Their parents weren’t home for this and next month they were traveling Europe. If they knew they were having a boy over their father would flip. So they set up four sleeping bags each of the girls’ matched ��their” color, and mine was black. I let them pick out a movie. ‘The Notebook’. Eliza was freaking out, Angelica was amused but blushing and completely over the fact Eliza picked this out.

“He’s so hot...”Eliza was drooling.

“Ehh...”Angelica wasn’t impressed, she had very high standards.

“What about Alex?” I whispered to Peggy who only replied with.

“Boy craze.”

I made a gagging motion, which was promptly followed by a pillow to the head.

“But I’ll admit he is kinda hot.”

The three girls gawked.

“You're gay?”

“W-Well I dunno maybe. But I can tell if a guy is hot or not.”

Peggy nodded, gay herself could understand this with girls. Eliza was probably planning to set me up and Angelica was just plain smirking.

“’Liza you owe me by the way.”

“Fucking hell!”

1-100 with this girl. After we all start a Disney movie and talk about our feelings and talk about guys and my gayness that I finally admitted. We talked about Thomas and James being super gay and the awkwardness, Alex, again, and plain gossip. The rest of week was actually really fun. 

“Okay I’m gonna regret this.” I whispered holding onto Peggy.

“Oh! You will!” Eliza yelled.

She and Angelica were snapchatting everything and were going to run after us. Peggy started the engine, twisted the grips, and pushed off. For a second it was fine till she stepped on the gas.

“AHHHHHH!” I was screaming.

“Shut Up AAROn!!!” Peggy was screaming.

I could barely hear the girls laughing between me screaming, the engine, and Peggy screaming.

By the time we got to school, people were staring. You usually don't see a badass little sister of the smartest and bubbliest older sisters in school, hopping off her bike. She hopped off with ease pulling off her helmet looking hot and all the boys were practically drooling, and Mariah. They both liked each other and knew it. But then I pulled off my helmet and puked on the cement, which made everyone come to. Peggy had to help bring me to the girls restroom where the girls met us. I was lying on the ground and Peggy was eating vending machine candy.

“I regret it.”

“Told ya.” Betsy said tossing me some more candy.

“Hey ladies. Betsy we said we’d try eating healthy here’s a salad.” I greeted sliding the salad towards.

She groaned pushing the chocolate bar towards her sisters but I snatched it up and ate the rest.

“Hey! Not fair.” She screeched.

We talked till Angie said,”It’d your last day.”

“Hmm...?”

“To be forced to hang out with us.”

“oh. Tired of me already?” I tried playing a positive spin on things.

“Well it’s not like we can’t still be friends?” She said hopefully.

“Whatever you love me.”

“As much as you love your boyfriends over there.” Tapping an M and J. 

Angelica and I decided to learn mores code to cheat on tests so we now can secretly communicate.

“Why are they looking.”I asked.

“No, walking over here.”

Thomas sat down while James stood next to him.

“Hey, guys?” I tried making small talk.

“Where have you been Aaron?” Thomas asked.

“You’ve barely even said a word to us. It’s also not the same without you. Thomas is also cranky and Hamilton is teasing him ‘bout it.” James said mostly me.

“Aww you missed me Tommy.” 

Thomas gawked, and  Eliza awwed. 

“No. But we did miss you.”

“Okay I get the message cranky-pants, I’ll be back to hanging out on Monday, unless you miss me so much you want to hang out on the weekend.”

“No actually we scheduled to have Aaron this weekend.” Angie cut in sending a look my way.

“You’ve had him all week Schuyler!” James yelled.

Lunch became Angie and Peggy arguing with Thomas and James, while you and Eliza ate you’re crappy salad neither of you liked.

[schrijverr]

I Wrote My Own Deliverance

Chapter 10 out of 10

Alexander Hamilton is reborn as Alex Hambleton. He is desperate not to make the same mistakes twice, but it seems he is stuck in the narrative, unable to get out. Familiar faces pop up all around him as he attempts to keep his previous life a secret and write himself out of the story.

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: none, but tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!!

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“- Oh my god, you have been roommates with Aaron Burr for over a year!”

Alex winced. He’d hoped everyone had forgotten that detail, but it seemed not as the entire room exploded once more. With a last “What the shit, Alex,” from Laurens the room fell quiet to look at him expectantly.

He shrugged and said: “I made my peace with Burr, he’s pretty cool.”

And with that the whole room was send into disarray again.

“How!” John shrieked, “He murdered you!”

“Yeah and he had his reasons. I hate to inform you, but I was the one that said yes to the duel and insulted him the whole way through.” Alex shot back, “Besides, I thought we had just established that this time things can be different. If I can believe in Aaron, I can believe in myself. So far he’s been nothing but civil to me, he’s just another student wanting to live his life.”

It was quiet for a moment and Alex offered: “And Betsy already punched him, so even-Steven?”

“Only you, Alexander.” Eliza face palmed.

“I try.” he grinned.

“Wait,” Angelica said and Alex was scared of what she remembered, “You already knew at the party. Why did you come if you knew you would get punched?”

“First of, I didn’t want to assume and I only put the pieces together when the fist was already flying at my face. Second, I kinda did deserve that.” he told her.

“That’s not exactly healthy.” John pointed out, but he shut up after a look from Alex, the other had too much dirt on him and John was honestly the last who could talk about fighting as a coping mechanism.

Alex stuck his tongue out, as he turned and grabbed his phone: “Speaking of the party and Aaron, I probably need to find him before he does something stupid with his self-esteem issues and blame complex, like no offense, but our last meeting was not the most important thing ever.”

“You died.” Lafayette pointed out.

“Happens to the best of us,” Alex shrugged, “Case and point.”

“Ego much.” John grumbled and Alex just smiled as he called Aaron anonymously, the man probably wouldn’t pick up otherwise.

“Ah, yes, with me, Alex, your favourite and only roommate.”

“No, I’m not here to yell at you. I would have done that already if I wanted to.”

“Yeah, naturally, I never come back on my words.”

“They’re here yeah, already yelled at me and stuff.”

“I cannot with a 100% certainty promise that you will not get punched, but I am willing to try and convince them otherwise.”

He hung up and turned to the others: “Aaron is coming over, be nice.”

“Why would I be nice.” John pouted, arms crossed.

“Because, my dear Laurens, I have forgiven him and he could use some friends.” Alex explained.

“I’m with John here, I don’t want to be his friend.” Eliza mirrored John.

Alex smiled and said: “I know, Betsy, I know, but he hasn’t had it easy either. Even more of a nay-sayer and all around stick in the mud this time around. He has no one, you know how much it sucks to have no one.”

“Theodosia?” she asked, but Alex could tell her bleeding heart was giving in.

“Hasn’t come back, yet.” he smiled sadly at her.

“Alright, I won’t punch him then.” she threw her hands in the air.

They turned to John, who moped: “Whatever, but I’m not going to be nice.”

“Oh come on, man.” Herc said, “Making fun of Burr was always fun, it’ll be like the good old days when we were right and he told us to shut up.”

“You have a warped idea of fun, mon ami.” Laf told him.

“Like you weren’t there every single time to join in.” Herc shot back as they dissolved into squabbling.

Alex smiled and finally felt like he could take a breath. He had his friends around him again and no matter what the world threw at him, he could take it. He was home.

A knock at the door shook him out of his musings and he threw a look over his shoulder as he walked over to the door. Before he opened it, he warned: “Be nice.”

Aaron was indeed standing there and Alex greeted him cheerily: “Aaron Burr, sir.”

“Alexander” Aaron greeted with a wince.

“Come on, don’t be like that. If I had known you would become more boring, I would have never written another public document to fuck with you.” Alex grinned.

“Don’t antagonize him, Alex.” Eliza called out.

“Yeah, we all know how that turned out last time.” John huffed.

The comments didn’t really help, because Aaron winced as he started to back away, clearly on the brink of running.

“Guys, please try to be civil.” it earned Alex some disbelieving snorts, “Look at him, he’s about to cry. Are you gonna make Aaron Bartow cry?”

“Oh, it’s Aaron Bartow now?” John huffed.

“Yes. Yes, it is.” Alex said, “Just like you’re John Lawson and I’m Alex Hambleton. We’re not the same people anymore and I forgave Aaron a long time ago. He deserves people who know and understand as much as the next person.”

“You forgive me?” Aaron voice sounded so small and fragile that all retorts that might have been, died before they were spoken.

“I do.” Alex told him, “I saw your face, you know? When you shot. You were bracing for a bullet and when it didn’t come you looked so heartbroken and surprised. Van Ness had to drag you away. I don’t forget easily. I know I’m abrasive and a loud mouth that has an opinion on everything, who makes rash decisions, so I don’t blame you for wanting to protect yourself.”

Aaron looked at him wordlessly, unsure of what to say.

Alex grinned: “I’m aware you have a stick up your ass, but are you going to stare at my handsome face the entire day or am I going to get a hug.”

“You’re an asshole.” Aaron told him as he clutched the other tightly.

“I’ve been told.” Alex replied, merely holding on just as strong.

It took a while before either let go, but Alex was planning to hide for today and standing in the hallway with his door open was not ideal, especially as time went on and more people got the news, so he pried Aaron off him and led him inside.

He turned back to properly close the door when it was slammed open by none other than Tom, or Thomas Jefferson, he wasn’t sure who he had in front of him.

“You.” he pointed at Alex, whose eyes grew wide as he held up his hands, probably Jefferson he thought, “You motherfucker.”

Jefferson slammed down his hand and seethed: “This, really? You and your fucking pamphlets have to- Ugh! It’s always fucking you with your big ego and thousands of words that don’t even make sense most of the time and-”

“Hey, dude, calm down.” Alex cut him off, “What got you so mad?”

“This triggered my memories.” Jefferson admitted with venom, “Not the history lessons, not my face in buildings, not my legacy fucking me over or even that stupid musical. But you and your constant need for attention.”

“Ah,” Alex is quite unsure about what to say and one look at the others confirmed that neither did they, so he weakly offered, “At least you remember?”

“Like you think that’s a good thing, I read your stupid pamphlet, Lord knows I did, and it sucks, asshole.” Jefferson snarled, “We both know that.”

“It gets better when you find people.” Alex said, gesturing to the others, who waved awkwardly.

“Maybe, but I don’t really have anybody, now do I?” Jefferson told him and Alex would’ve never thought he’d see the day where he sympathized with Jefferson, though in front of him was Tom as well, not just Jefferson anymore.

“I thought we were kind of friends?” he replied, “I like debating with you and we agree more this time and, look, I know people we knew.”

Jefferson looked at him as if he had three heads as he slowly said: “You, Alexander Hamilton, you- you want to be friends? With me? Did you hit your head? Like is there something wrong with you and are you missing your memories? You hate me.”

“No, I hate Thomas Jefferson and if I recall correctly, your name is Tom Jamesson.” Alex replied, “And if you look closely, you’ll see Aaron Bartow sitting there. Besides, I think I can handle more debating in my life.”

“Only you would keep someone in your life to fight with them.” Tom said with a faked annoyance, “Though my name is actually Thomas Jamesson, so get your fact straight.”

“Well, then, Thomas, welcome to my humble abode, now please shut the door behind you before nosy strangers come in.” Alex said when Thomas’ reply wasn’t a blunt no.

Thomas snorted: “You published your life story again and you’re worried about nosy strangers.”

“It’s about the principle of the thing, I wanna do it all official, maybe hold a press conference, get a dinner thrown in my honor, make a long speech that everyone is forced to listen to. It’ll be great.” he grinned.

“The fact that I believe you is disturbing.” Angelica piped up.

And so they roped Thomas into the fray that was their little Revolution crew as they talked about their life now and their life back then. They compared notes on what was different and what was the same.

Apparently the Schuyler sisters were now childhood best friends and Angelicas memories had triggered those of the others. Eliza remarked: “Peggy was so sad she couldn't come to slap you into next week, but she has her internship.”

“Not looking forward to that.” Alex winced, “And I thought she liked me?”

“She does, she just likes fighting more.” Angelica commented humorously, “Being able to have opinions and do stuff, has really gotten her out of her 18th century shell.”

“Good for her.” Alex nodded.

“That’s what I said!” John exclaimed excitedly.

They moved on to Lafayette, who told them it was same old French noble blood and being send off to America for better education and to explore the world. He pouted over not being as close to Washington anymore, but brightened when he told them about the tea they drank together every other Wednesday.

John didn’t say anything about his father, besides the fact that he was a Senator and still a dick, or other family for that matter, but he was ecstatic that he would be able to become a Doctor this time around and he loved his study dearly.

Thomas didn’t really say much either. He was still struggling with connecting his two identities and what that meant for him. When asked about James, he sadly said: “If I saw him, we didn’t recognize each other.”

“Hey, we’ll find him if he’s out there.” Alex comforted him, then joked, “He probably remembered and tried to stay as far away from here as possible to avoid seeing me again.”

It got a small huff of amusement out of Thomas.

Alex looked at Aaron to ask about him, when his phone rang. Nervously he picked up: “Hello, yes, this is Alex Hambleton speaking.”

“Ah, you’ve read it then.”

“I understand.”

“Within the month?” Alex asked surprised, “Then I get to keep my scholarship? Thank you so much, sir!”

He turned to the others who were waiting expectantly as he grinned: “Looks like I’m getting registered and my plan for world domination is still on track.”

“I’ll drink to that.” Herc yelled, getting cheers from the others.

Alex smiled in the midst of his friends with a future bright and obtainable. A story ready for him to write how he saw fit, unbound by mistakes of the past.

He might be an old story in a new place, but there was always room for a rewrite. They were already on the second draft anyway.

[thebulletinhamilton-quotes]

I need lams headcanons OwO

Heck yes!

I’ll even do a hamilton musical one cause why not?

So:

When John met Alexander at the tavern, his heart literally stopped

Like

Help

He’s so helpless

John thought Alexander idea for financial system was genius (he actually understood it)

Alexander and Lafayette spent an entire week figuring out how to sell John’s Black battalion plan with him so it could be passed and approved

Alexander and John would always team up to rap battles with Lafayette and Hercules

John begged Hercules to let him know Alexander’s size cause Alex’s coat was falling at the seams.

Guess what he got for his twentieth birthday. A coat.

John told Burr G Wash was in town and looking for assistance. (He could hear the dude singing)

John and Alex and Hercules and Laf all stayed together for a good portion up until A Winter’s Ball and Stay Alive. John and Alex shared a room.

;)

After the rap battle Seabury, for some reason he had a note that said ‘Thou shall kick me right up here’ with an arrow that pointed down to his butt. It’s theorized it was either Laf or Laurens, but Alex knows who it is

When they joined up with G Wash, John and Alex got all caught up on work

;)

If you know what I mean

Originally they weren’t suppose to go to the winter ball but they were near the Forrest of coincidence *coughs*

John danced with Peggy Schuyler so Alex could sweet talk with Angelica. He did it cause Ham’s his bro.

Laurens got super drunk at Ham’s wedding. He was a big ol’ mess. (Peggy took care of him with help of Hercules!)

The rest of the night John had to listen to Lafayette talk about his relationship with G Wash and about his wife and such.

Alexander and John spent so much time apart at a time. John would send pictures of Alexander’s portrait to him. Alexander weeped.

When Lee retreated, John was like ‘this bitch!!’ The moment John saw Lee it’s a miracle he didn’t punch him in the face

On the day of the duel, G Wash asking A Ham for help and A Ham was like ‘Sorry, I got plans with my boyfriend.’ And G Wash was like ‘grass stains are messy.’

Alex blanched cause he’s married and he may or may not have a kid on the way who is to say but yeah

G Wash rolled his eyes

John and Alex invented a language so if their letters were discovered they wouldn’t get in trouble.

John does the best Burr impression that left Alex in stitches

Literally

Alex cooks the best so he would make him and John breakfast depending on the house

Alex wanted to go to SC but G Wash told him no, they need him in Yorktown with his command

Basically G Wash brought John back up to HQ due to Alex driving him crazy

They partied so much after they won. They were thrilled

John had to leave but they got to see each other happy

One last time

When Alex found out he had a son, Eliza told him ‘no to John, Alex.’ She was very expasterated.

Alex wanted to make John The Godfather for Philip but alas

When he heard John had died, he locked himself in his study, writing. He threw himself into work.

Alex didn’t sleep for a good couple of weeks.

Every year, on the day that John passed away, regardless, he holds himself up in his study and reads their letters from start to finish.

He swears John ghost appeared on when the Reynolds Pamphlet happened but he didn’t sleep for three days at the time so what does that tell you

Alex never had enough time to go down to SC and see him one last time

When he passes away, John is the first one he sees. (Philip was a lil peeved about that)

When Burr sings his last part, John has to resist the urge to haunt him because BITCH

Now onto the modern au (if you’re still reading!):

John and Alex met

It’s like instant ‘oh god I found my soulmate’

‘Shite’

John works as a barista but he goes to college at night

He wants to be a zoologist on his own dime, screw his dad

Alexander is in his first year of law school at nineteen

But he works in the same coffee shop as John

They become best friends fast

Oh god

John is so helpless but the last time he had a crush the dude was awful and purposely broke his heart

His dad and him don’t talk he’s not meant for love

So yeah

Alex lost his mom and his brother

Sometimes he talks to his dad

So he got issues too

Laf and Hercules know they like each other

It takes a while

But

Their tension becomes thicker

Alexander will only take a break when John asks

Not even Washington can persuade Alex and he’s his boss

Jesus

John missed nature

Alex and John go on nature trips

As long as Herc and Laf come with them

They start doing camping trips cause John complained he wasn’t experiencing nature like he use to

Alex reluctantly agreed to go camping

As long as he gets to share a tent with John

Hercules is a light sleeper, btw

Laf isn’t though

Yes I’ll confirm what you’re thinking: they definitely try that

Afterwards, (in the morning) they announce they are dating

Without missing a beat Herc goes ‘Wish you had done that before the trip. Otherwise, I could have brought headphones.’

Alex and John are bright red

Go Hercules

Next time they go camping, Aaron Burr comes with them

No one tells Burr to bring headphones

Anyway

Alex and John go walking through Central Park on their days off

They have coordinated date nights (if they stay in on a date night, the other has to plan a relexing night but they get to choose the channel. John loves the discovery channel.)

They live with Laf and Hercules but they plan on moving out to their own place

Mostly so John can get a pet

Hercules has a no pet rule

John and Alexander will text each other poems

When John has to go to SC for a while, Alex and him send each other letters

It’s mostly cute but it could def give the devil a nosebleed

John reconciles with his siblings but not his dad.

He eventually tells Alex why

John will play with Alexander’s hair the most

John is two inches taller than Alex and Alex hates short jokes so much

UGH

I have more but ask me again and I’ll be sure to help you out anon! Thanks so much for the ask!! I love lams they are one of my favorites! :)

[ragsandmuffins]

Musical Theatre Themed Ask

Okay, I’m gonna answer... all of these! (Because I have a paper to write and zero motivation. And also: musicals.)

Oh, and by the way, I’m going to assume that every “Broadway” is a “Broadway/West End” because Tumblr is a free platform.

1. What was the first musical you saw?

Mary Poppins, West End, 2006 (not 100% sure about the year)

2. What musical got you really  into theatre?

Les Misérables - saw the film, started stalking the actors, you know how it goes.

3. Who was your first Broadway crush?

Aaron Tveit (he’s the main one) and Samantha Barks - like I said, stalking the Les Mis actors...

4. Name three of your current Broadway crushes.

Um... still Aaron Tveit? Plus Rob Houchen (Les Mis London) and Cleve September (In the Heights London and soon Hamilton London) - Also, I get “talent crushes” not physical attraction crushes.

5. Name four of your dream roles.

Only 4? Natalie Goodman, Enjolras, Maureen Johnson, and HERCULES MULLIGAN!!

(I can’t sing, act, or dance, nor am I a man, so...)

6. Favourite off-broadway show:

Heathers and The Last Five Years

7. Favourite cast recording.

Gotta be Hamilton, it’s just such a well-produced album. Bonus points for including nearly the entire show.

8. 2013 Tony opening number or 2016 Tony opening number?

2012? The Book of Mormon thing is just pure gold!

9. Favourite show currently on Broadway.

Broadway: I guess Hamilton - There are way too few that I actually know.

West End: Les Misérables forever!

10. A musical that closed and you’re still bitter about. Rant a bit.

In the Heights London! Though I can’t really complain, they extended their initially run several times and now they’ve cast my amazing Sonny as Laurens/Philip, so... But it was just so good!!

11. Best stage to screen adaptation?

Les Misérables. Controversial, I know, but I usually kind of hate movie musicals. With this one they did something new and different and I think it works. The Last Five Years is pretty good too, though it lost a lot in the adaptation (couldn’t be avoided).

12. Worst  stage to screen adaptation?

Rent. I’m sorry, I love the show, I love the cast, but it all feels so staged and wrong and meh. Also, they cut Goodbye Love and left in fucking Santa Fé which adds exactly nothing to the plot!!

13. Favourite #ham4ham?

Gotta be the Schuyler Georges, but there have been so many great ones...

14. A musical you would love to see produced by Deaf West?

Oh, tricky... Maybe Next to Normal? That has a lot to do with people holding things in and failing to see each others’ struggles.

15. If you could revive any musical, which one would it be and who would you cast in it?

Not exactly a revival, but bring Next to Normal to the West End already! That show’s got a sodding Pulitzer. And London’s only a 2 hour flight away from where I live, not a transatlantic one, so I might actually be able to go see it.

Oh, and give Spring Awakening another chance, West End. Maybe adapt some American Sign Language into British Sign Language and...?

Also, maybe revive Rent, Broadway? (And cast Aaron Tveit as Roger... please?)

16. If you could go to a concert at the 54 below, who’s would it be?

That list would be waaaaaayyy too long...

17. Do you watch broadway.com vlogs? Which one is your favourite?

I’ve seen a few, but I don’t really watch them on a regular basis, so no favourites...

18. Make a Broadway related confession.

I really, really hate South Pacific. It was part of our American drama syllabus, as an example of a musical. Quite apart from the fact that I think it’s a godawful, sort of racist and sexist show (it’s from the 40s, go figure), it displays LITERALLY EVERY cliché about musicals!

19. What do musicals mean to you?

Hard to say... Apart from hours and hours of ALL the emotions, some awesome internet buddies (looking at you, @frei-und-schwerelos), I’ve got generally more interested in and knowledgable about theatre, which is a great asset when you study English. Musicals have also introduced me to a wide range of music I wouldn’t normally listen to and so many talented people I wouldn’t have known about otherwise...

20. Express some love for understudies and swings!

Okay here goes: I went to see the West End production of Memphis because of Killian Donnelly and then he unexpectedly wasn’t on that night - bummer. But then Jon Robyns just knocked it out of the part (and I only ever listened to Avenue Q and Spamalot because I watched clips of him when he was in those shows).

My first Thénardier was Adam Pearce and his version of “It was me wot told you so...” is the funniest one I’ve ever heard (he kind of went “No? Sorry, fair enough.”).

The second time I saw the show Adam Bayjou was Valjean and his Bring Him Home was one of the best I’ve ever heard (effortless high notes).

Also, Charlotte Kennedy was Cosette that time (she’s principal Cosette now) and her performance was so incredibly sweet! (She also brought some brunette power into the sea of blond that were Marius and Éponine.)

And Jordan Lee Davies was Bamatabois both times and he was great!

Oh, and my Christine from Phantom was the wonderful Lisa-Anne Wood.

21. Best Disney musical:

Mary Poppins - My first ever musical, fond memories, I still wear the Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious shirt my dad bought me (11 years ago... didn’t fit then, fits now).

22. Which Disney movie should be made into a musical?

Uh, I don’t know. Tangled’s funny...

23. Which musical fandom has the funniest memes?

Hamilton and Les Mis. I mean, the Les Mis/Mean Girls crossovers alone...

24. Name a character from a musical you would sort into your Hogwarts house.

Well, the test sorted me into Hufflepuff (great house), but I know that I am a Ravenclaw (and, as we know, the hat listens to you). Okay, Ravenclaw... maybe Melchior from Spring Awakening?

25. Name a Broadway star you would sort into your Hogwarts house.

Ugh, that’s even harder! Sorry, no clue.

26. Best on stage chemistry?

Hmm from what I’ve seen live, Rob Houchen and Carrie Hope Fletcher were pretty darn amazing together.

From what I haven’t seen live, Jennifer Damiano and Adam Chanler-Berat, and Justin Johnston and Michael McElroy seemed fantastic.

27. A Broadway duo you love.

I’m gonna say Jonathan Groff and Lin-Manuel Miranda, but I’m not sure I understand the question...

28. What book, tv show, movie, biography, video game, etc. should be turned into a musical?

Umm... I don’t know. Supernatural sort of is a musical... A Lord of the Rings musical in the style of A Very Potter Musical might be fun. The Fellowship of the Sing? I’ll show myself out.

29. If you could make a jukebox musical, what artist or genre would you pick?

I doubt many people know her but: Vienna Teng. For three reasons (aside from me liking her songs): 1. Her songs tell stories. 2. She often writes from the perspective of “characters.” 3. Her songs are actual poetry!

30. Favourite role played by _________________?

I don’t get it. What am I supposed to put here?

31. What musical has made you cry the most?

I don’t actually cry often at musicals (internally I do), but It’s Quiet Uptown from Hamilton got me bad the first time. And I once listened to Next to Normal when I was already feeling like shit - bad idea! (Don’t listen to There’s a World when you kind of want there to not be a world, kids...)

32. What musical has made you laugh the most?

Probably Avenue Q and Something Rotten

33. Current showtune stuck in you head:

Well, you just put Hard to Be the Bard in my head!

34. A musical that has left you thinking about life for a long time or deeply inspired you.

Les Misérables... I haven’t spent a single week without thinking about that show (or, indeed, the book) since early 2013.

Next to Normal also gave me a lot to think about.

I keep discovering new little bits of genius in Hamilton lyrics. Also, I’m writing a paper on the early US for the second time in under a year and characters from Hamilton (otherwise know as historical figures) keep popping up. Seriously, I’m writing about the Whiskey Rebellion and every time I read Hamilton’s name my brain goes PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES!

I’ve also thought quite a bit about Heathers and The Last Five Years, because both of them have had productions where they genderbended (genderbent?) a main character, which made me think about how it changes the story and why.

35. If you could perform any ensemble number , which one would you pick?

“If you could...” Are you implying that I don’t?! Come on, any theatre geek who claims never to have done a solo rendition of One Day More is definitely lying! Oh, and I rapped myself all the way through One Shot the other day and made only one mistake - one that Lin’s made before, so I’m proud!

36. Name a musical you didn’t like at first but ended up loving.

I don’t think that’s really happened... There have been shows where I thought “What in the holy hell is this?!” and ended up loving it. I mean, what in the holy hell is Avenue Q?!

37. What are some costumes you’d love to try on?

Give me that red vest! Also, let me play Enjolras! Yes, I know I’m a woman and can only hit that low “foooorm” when I’ve got a really bad cold, but fuck all that!

I’d also really like to try on Elphaba’s Act II dress, because it’s epic!

38. Favourite dance break.

Hmmm... I don’t really have one? The one in Cool and the ballet in Somewhere where they sort of replay what’s happened are pretty amazing (both West Side Story).

39. Favourite Starkid musical:

A Very Potter Musical is the only one I know... Sorry...

40. What’s a musical more people should know about?

Well, where I live, most people have heard of Cats, Phantom, and Mamma Mia and that’s about it.

But in general, I’ve never met anyone who’s even heard of Assassins (although many people who have met me have now heard everything about Assassins - I’m that kind of person).

41. What are some lines from musicals you really like?

Okay, this is gonna take a while...

"Can you remind me of what it was like at the top of the world?” (In the Heights)

“Oh, my friends, my friends, don’t ask me what your sacrifice was for.” (Les Misérables - internal Niagara Falls!)

“Here, put some hail into the chief.” (Assassins)

“But the sky’s gonna hurt when it falls. So you’d better start building some walls.” (Heathers)

“I’m not mad that you got mad when I got mad when you said I should go drop dead!” (Tick, Tick... Boom!)

“My God, in God we trust, but we never really know what God discussed.” (Hamilton)

“What doesn’t kill me doesn’t kill me.” (Next to Normal)

And just for fun: “Honest living, honest living, honest living, honest living,...” (Rent)

42. Name a Tony performance you rewatch and rewatch.

In the Heights, Next to Normal, Hamilton, and Spring Awakening (both versions).

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Party Crashing and Confessions

Herc’s parents were on vacation in Ireland, and if Alex had his way, that would mean a party every night until they got back. Why the hell not? It was summer, so there was no school to worry about. Gilbert’s own family vacation was still weeks away, so if there were going to be any parties he preferred them to be while he was still in the country. For his part, John was glad for any opportunity to be around his friends, Alex in particular, and he would certainly never turn down a party. Herc, however, wasn’t so keen on the idea. It was the first time his parents allowed him to stay home while they were away, so he wasn’t about to take that kind of risk.

“No parties,” he told his friends. Then he grinned. “Only one.”

They planned the party for the first weekend the Mulligans would be gone, to allow maximum time to clean up after. They started a list of who to invite, trying to keep the numbers down, but they held no delusions that word wouldn’t spread.

“Can I invite Thomas?” Gilbert asked.

“Ugh,” Alex groaned.  “Why would you ever?”

“He’s my friend,” Gilbert defended. “I like him. You’d like him too if you gave him a chance.”

“Gross,” Alex said. He shot a look at John. “Right John?”

“Yeah, totally gross,” John agreed, through truth be told he really didn’t care one way or the other when it came to Thomas Jefferson.

“He can come,” Herc said, “as long you tell him it doesn’t mean he can invite all his friends.”

“I’m sure he’ll bring James,” Gilbert said.

“Yeah, I figured that much,” Herc said. “I meant he can’t invite anyone besides that.”

“All right, thanks. I’ll tell him.”

“Anyone else?” Herc asked.

“My brother Harry wants to come,” John said. “I need you to tell him no.”

“How’d he find out?” Herc asked. “We haven’t even started asking around yet.”

“He heard me on the phone,” John sighed. “He wouldn’t stop bugging me until I promised him I’d ask. So I’m gonna need you to tell him he can’t come.”

“Aw, what’s wrong with the kid having fun once in a while?” Alex asked.

John pulled a face. “If he goes, I won’t have fun.”

“Fair point,” Herc said. “So why don’t you just tell him?”

“If he knows I’m the one who doesn’t want him there, he’ll try to convince my dad to keep me home that night.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Alex said. “Herc, tell him no.”

Herc sighed. “Thanks for always leaving me with the dirty work.”

An hour before the guests were supposed to arrive found the squad writing names on Solo cups with Sharpies.

“Can’t everyone write their names on their own cups?” Alex asked as he set down another finished cup.

“It’s a nice touch,” Herc insisted. “People will love it.”

“They don’t care about the cups, Herc,” John said, though that didn’t stop him from dotting an “i” with a little flower. “They care about what’s in them.”

“Well, I took care of that, too,” Herc defended.

“I think you mean I took care of it,” Gilbert said. “You owe me. Getting that fake ID wasn’t easy.”

Herc waved this off. “Now that you have it you can use it whenever you want. I think that’s repayment enough.”

As Herc predicted, the personalized cups were a hit, particularly with the girls, who were quite pleased with the embellishments John added to their names. John was always happy to receive attention for his art, but as the girls drank the attention veered more towards the kind he didn’t care for from that particular gender. He glanced around the dimly lit living room for one of his friends, hoping for an escape.

Gilbert was chatting animatedly with Thomas, who had a very uncomfortable-looking James under his arm. There was no way John would be able to get his attention. Alex had stepped outside with one of the Schuyler sisters, so in addition to that being something John didn’t want to think about, he would be no help. And Herc. Herc was flitting about from group to group making sure everyone was enjoying the party, so if John waited long enough he’d probably show up, but he wanted out now. Out of the corner of his eye, John caught movement by the front door and he glanced over willing it to be Alex coming back inside. Instead his eyes landed on his brother Harry who looked a mix of thrilled and terrified.

As much as John did not want Harry to be here it was a good excuse.

“Oh, my brother’s here,” he said. “See you later.” He approached Harry who flashed him a smile, which quickly fell away into distress as he realized how upset John was.

“H-hi, Jack,” he said, barely audible over the music, touching his index fingers together. “W-what’s up?”

“Harry, what are you doing here?” John demanded.

“Y-your friend Hercules said I could come,” Harry defended. “It’s, uh… it’s his house, isn’t it?”

“Dad doesn’t let you go to parties.”

“I, well, I told him I was going with you. He said--” Harry deepened his voice “--‘Good, maybe Jack can teach you a thing or two about acting like a tolerable human being.’”

John massaged his temple. If he sent Harry home now, he’d definitely find a way to get him in trouble with their father. “I'm not teaching you shit because you're going to stay away from me. Am I clear?”

Harry flashed a quick, nervous smile like he wasn’t sure if this was a victory or not. “Okay.”

“If Herc really told you you could come, then there should be a cup with your name on it over there,” John said, pointing at the refreshment table. “Have a Coke or a water. Nothing else. Understand?”

“Sure, Jack. Whatever you say.” Harry hurried away and John set off to find Herc.

“Hey John!” Herc grinned when John found him. “Having fun?”

John didn’t bother answering the question. It would be clear enough that he wasn’t. “Why’d you tell my brother he could come?”

Herc winced and adjusted his beanie. “Okay, look, John, I sent him the text, like you said. I told him the party was only for incoming seniors and seniors who just graduated so, sorry, maybe next time. He replied like ‘okay that's cool, I already know my brother hates me, it doesn't matter if his friends hate me too, no one wants me around anyway, so whatever, it’s fine.’”

John groaned. “And you fell for that?”

“John, you have to understand. What my parents have in them that made them want to let Alex live with us? Your brother awakened that in me. It broke my heart, John.”

“I don’t hate him, Herc.”

“I know that,” Herc said. “I just don’t know if he knows that.”

John sighed. “It’s a wonder you don’t have stray cats all over your yard living off of your handouts. Why didn't you at least tell me he was coming?”

“I was hoping you'd be more open to the idea after a few drinks. You’re obviously not, so I’ll tell you what. Forget he’s here. I’ll check on him and make sure he’s not doing anything too stupid, all right?”

“Fine,” John said.

Alex eventually came back inside. He didn’t look disheveled or anything, but John still didn’t ask him if he’d had a nice talk with Angelica. He was able to loosen up a bit once he was hanging out with Alex, but he still shot occasional glances at Harry. For the most part the kid seemed to be trying to make friends with Aaron Burr, perhaps because Burr was the only one here who was too polite to tell him to get lost. He was probably talking the guy’s ear off about Pokemon. Not that John thought there was anything wrong with Pokemon, but he was almost sure that Harry didn’t have the social awareness to realize that Burr just wasn’t interested.

A few more drinks and John forgot about Harry entirely, that was until he was approached by a grimacing Gilbert.

“John,” Gilbert said. “Hercules wanted me to tell you that your brother is, uh….” He cleared his throat and averted his gaze. “...passed out drunk upstairs.”

“What?” John demanded. “I thought Herc was watching him!”

“He was!” Gilbert assured. “Right up until James Madison threw up on him and he had to go get cleaned up.”

“See?” Alex said. “I knew letting them come was a bad idea.”

“Why did James throw up?” John asked. “Was he drunk? Does James Madison drink?”

“No, no, no,” Gilbert said. “He threw up because Herc tried to talk to him. I told him, don’t talk to James directly. If you need to ask him something, tell Thomas, and Thomas will ask him. But did he listen to me? No. And now Thomas and James are gone, and I-”

“Okay, no, who even cares,” John said. “Where did you say my brother is?”

“Upstairs,” Gilbert said again. “He’s in Herc’s room. Herc’s there, too, making sure he doesn’t throw up and choke to death on it or something.”

John cringed. “Did you have to say that?”

“What? I said Herc is making sure that doesn’t happen. You should be less worried because I said that, not more.”

“Well, let’s go check on him,” Alex said, tugging on John’s arm. “That should put you at ease, right?”

Alex knocked on Herc’s door and Herc answered immediately.

“Hey John. I’m sorry. He’s fine, though, really. When you’re ready to go home we’ll just wake him up and it’ll be fine.”

“How much did he drink?” John asked, eyeing his brother, curled up on Herc’s bed.

“If he didn’t lie to me, then just one beer.”

“God, fucking lightweight,” John muttered. “You should get back to the party. I should look after him.”

“No,” Herc said. “I told you I’d take care of it. You guys go.” He ushered John and Alex out of the room. “Have fun.” He closed the door.

John leaned against the wall in the hallway. “I don’t think I can have anymore fun tonight.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Alex said. “Do you want to just hang out in my room? It’ll be quieter in there.”

John nodded. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Alex opened his door and the two stepped inside. John immediately went to Alex’s bed and dropped into a sitting position. “God, this is the worst.”

Alex made no move to sit down, merely standing in front of John with his lips pressed into a tight line.

“What?” John asked.

“Nothing,” Alex said.

“No, what?” John prompted.

Alex sighed and sat down next to John. “I wish I could hang out with my brother.”

John’s stomach dropped. “God, I’m so sorry, Alex,” he said. “All I do is complain about my family and I shouldn’t do that. Not when your family is… not here.” That was easiest way to describe a dead mother, an absent father, and a detached brother. Not here.

“It’s okay, John.”

“No it’s not,” John insisted. “Because it makes you sad, and I never want to make you sad. I only want you to be happy, always. Because I love you.”

Alex held his hands together on his lap and stared down at them. “I love you too, John. You’re my best friend.”

“No.”

Alex glanced at John. “No?”

“I mean, yes,” John said. “You’re my best friend too, but I mean, I love you. I look at you and I just-- I want to hold you and kiss you and tell you over and over how I feel about you, and tell everyone how I feel about you, and I just-”

Alex kissed him abruptly, smothering whatever words would have followed.

It took a moment for John to catch up, then his body came alive and he put his hands on Alex’s head and neck and kissed him back. However as soon as his brain also caught up, he yanked himself away. “My brother--”

“--is asleep in Herc’s room,” Alex reminded him. “Herc is looking after him. He’s not gonna walk in and see this. I promise.”

That was all the assurance John needed to press another kiss to Alex’s mouth.

John sat in the backseat of Gilbert’s car as Harry drifted in and out beside him.

“He’s just tired,” John muttered to himself, rehearsing in case their father had waited up for them. “He had a lot of fun and he made some new friends and he’s tired.”

In the driver’s seat, Gilbert cleared his throat. “So aside from that,” he said, nodding in Harry’s direction, “how did you enjoy the party?”

A smile bloomed on John’s lips as he remembered how Alex’s kiss had felt on them. His body grew warm as he remembered the way Alex had moved against it. His heart swelled as he remembered that moment he’d realized Alex wanted to hold it as much as John wanted him to have it.

“Best party yet,” he said.

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The Upper Hand: Jefferson x Reader {Part 4}

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 

Hamilton - Modern AU (Law School)

Jefferson x Reader

1907 words

Part 4 is here!! As you can probably tell, I write too much (some may even say non-stop!). So there will probably be 3-4 more parts before this story concludes. Enjoy Part 4 of The Upper Hand. 

Nearly fifty drunk and rambunctious law students are crammed into Angelica and Peggy Schuyler’s apartment, mingling and dancing to loud RnB music playing through Hercules Mulligan’s borrowed speakers. The HamilSquad has started a rap-off in the living room, which has drawn quite a large crowd as Hamilton and Lafayette go toe to toe. In the junction between the entryway and the hallway to the bedrooms, Thomas and James laugh at Aaron Burr’s reenactment of Hamilton and Samuel Seabury’s debate in Washington’s class earlier that week.

As Burr delivers the punchline, Thomas finds Y/N in the crowd. She’s leaning against the counter in the kitchen, holding a red Solo cup in one hand. He watches her chat animatedly with Angelica, finding himself smiling with her when she laughs at her own joke.

Nudging Thomas with his elbow, James clears his throat. “T, are you listening?”

“What? Uh, yeah.” He tears his eyes from Y/N and grins at Burr. “Funny.”

“Hey,” James says quietly, moving Thomas discreetly away from Burr. “Is there something going on that I should know about?”

“No! Why would you think that anything is going on between me and Y/N?” He knows James can see through his fake indifference, but that just makes him fight even harder to keep up appearances.

“Thomas, I’m your best friend. Let’s be honest with each other. She’s been over a couple times—”

“We’ve just been working on our project.”

“Sure. I get that. But it’s gotten weird. You cleaned the apartment; you never do that. And one time you baked cookies. Don’t try to deny it, T. I saw the frozen premade dough wrapper in the trash.”

Thomas rubs the back of his neck roughly. “I just wanted cookies, James. What’s wrong with that? And the apartment was a disaster, honestly. I was doing a public service.”

James merely raises an eyebrow and takes a sip from his cup.

“Seriously! There’s nothing going on between us.”

Incredulous silence.

“I’ll prove it to you right now.”

Thomas pushes his drink into James’ hands and walks over to Y/N and Angelica. When he gets within earshot, he hears Y/N laughing and a pang of regret at what he’s about to do goes through his chest. She tugs at her silky blue dress and grins at Angelica.

“Oh, thanks. It was a gift!”

Her dress hugs her waist and hips, highlighting her hourglass figure, and Thomas, not for the first time, notices how in shape she is. Her hair hangs down her back in loose ringlets. She really is stunning, he realizes.

The subject of her and Angelica’s conversation is wrapped around Y/N’s fingers: a thin silver necklace with some sort of pendant hanging off the end. It looks expensive, something a woman wouldn’t buy for herself. Does she have a boyfriend?

He sees James in the corner of his eyes, standing with his arms crossed and incredulous expression. Thomas clears his throat and steps into Angelica and Y/N’s conversation.

“Where’d you get the bling, Y/N?” he asks, the pang of jealousy that rips through his chest making it easier for him to speak harshly to her. “That looks too expensive for you.”

She looks up at him in shock and disbelief. He can tell by the way her face flushes that he has awoken that infamous temper of hers. “No, Jefferson, it was just a gift from a friend.”

“Did you find yourself a sugar daddy? That would explain how you’re paying your way through school. I doubt that any guys interested in you could be able to afford such an expensive piece of jewelry.” He takes a step closer to highlight their height difference, staring down at her with practiced scorn. “And, yes, I am insinuating that the only guys you could get would be farmers.”

He thought that she would shoot back an insult as powerful his, that somehow her power to hurt him back would soothe his conscience. But the expression on her face—betrayal, hurt, sadness—makes him regret his actions even more. He frowns, confused. Did she think they were friends? Something more? Did he actually have a shot with her? Oh, shit. What have I done?

Her face crumples into a sob, and she pushes past him.

“Wait, Y/N!” he calls out after her, his fingers skimming her elbow.

She looks up at him through her tears and shakes her head, disappointed. Then she disappears into the crowd.

“Nice, Jefferson,” Angelica says. “You’re such a dick.”

She leaves as well, leaving Thomas standing alone at the party. He presses his fingertips to his temples and lets out a long sigh. Her look of disappointment triggered something in his subconscious. Where is this guilt coming from? This feeling of loss? Does he have feelings for her?

“You really showed me.” James appears over Thomas’ shoulder and hands him a much-needed drink. “If I ever thought you had feelings for her, that little performance of yours proved that you didn’t.”

Thomas silently grips his red Solo cup and stares at the beer inside.

“No man who loves a woman would treat her as terribly as you just did.”

“I get it, Madison,” Thomas mutters through gritted teeth. “Ugh, what do I do?”

“Go talk to her, T. She deserves to hear an apology from you.”

Thomas nods in agreement and rubs the back of his neck with his hand. “So you’re okay with this? With me being friends with her?”

“I’m surprised, definitely,” James admits calmly. “But I’m cool with you being friends with her, or more, if she doesn’t hate you forever after this stunt you just pulled.”

His taller friend winces at the memory and claps him on the back. “Thanks, Madison. You’re a pretty good friend.”

“Only pretty good?”

“You knew that I had feelings for her. A great friend would’ve stopped me from insulting her.”

“I just thought you’d admit your feelings to me, T. You did the rest all on your own. Now go get her. You’re just wasting time with me.”

“Thanks, man.”

Thomas finds her in one of the bedrooms, sitting on the edge of the neatly made bed. Her elbows rest on her knees as she stares at the floor. He closes the door behind him and quietly walks up to her. She sniffles and swipes at the wetness on her cheeks, looking up far enough to recognize his magenta blazer before settling her eyes on Angelica’s bookshelves.

He stands awkwardly to her right, heart beating wildly as he tries to think of a way to apologize properly.

“I don’t belong here,” she murmurs into her hand.

He frowns. “Um, no, I guess you don’t. This is Angelica’s room.”

“No, Jefferson. I mean I don’t belong here at law school. No matter how much I try to reinvent myself, I will always be that little farm girl from Nebraska.”

Fearing that he will sound cheesy or insincere if he says anything in consolation, Thomas silently takes a seat next to her on the bed, making sure there is adequate space between them, and listens as she elaborates.

“Nobody in my family has gone to college, much less grad school. I’m the first one. They all said I couldn’t do it, that I was dreaming too big and should stick to what I know—farming. Not even my own parents believed in me. I worked my ass off in high school and got a full-ride to Nebraska State University in Lincoln. But even when I graduated with honors and a 4.0 they never said ‘good job’ or that they were proud of me.”

She looks up at him with tears in her eyes, and he puts an arm around her. He remembers all the times his parents have praised him for less-than-stellar achievements. He got prizes for participation and being average. And yet, Y/N worked her ass off all those years and never got any words of encouragement from her family. Leaning into his embrace, she sniffles and weakly laughs.

“When I came here, I hoped that I could ignore my humble beginnings and be known for my hard work and knowledge. But I told someone about my past, and soon everyone knew. They judge me based on my background. Like my parents’ success somehow determines the maximum of my potential.”

“Every time I made a joke about Nebraska or being a farm girl or your grades I reminded you that you’d never be good enough.”

She nods, and his heart breaks a little.

“Y/N,” he says after a moment of silence between the two, “I didn’t realize that my words affected you so much. I was cruel and insensitive and there is no excuse for how I treated you. I think that when I met you, I saw that you had all the characteristics of a great lawyer—tenacity, hard work, loyalty, compassion—and I realized that you’d make a better lawyer than me. I’ve gotten through life by coasting on my reputation, good looks, and money, but you actually deserve what you have, plus much more. You earned your grades and your class ranking. You are amazing and kind and brave and loyal and don’t take shit from anyone. I respect that.”

When she pulls away, he panics, thinking that she’s going to yell at him for his actions. Instead, she looks him in the eyes, and whispers a simple “Thank you, Thomas.”

A tear courses down her cheek. He wipes it away with the pad of his thumb, tenderly cupping her cheek in his hand. Her eyes close, and he has an opportunity to look at her up close, to really study her. The slope of her nose, the her damp eyelashes, the indent above her rose-colored lips. She looks so vulnerable and innocent; he has the sudden urge to kiss her.

His hand drifts back to the back of her head, his fingertips dangling in her curls. Her lips part slightly as her breathing shallows. His eyes close as he leans closer, his pulse quickening in anticipation of contact that never comes.

There’s a crisp knock on the door, and the two fly apart, hearts racing.

“Lafayette! You in there?”

“No!” Thomas answers, gritting his teeth.

The person on the other side of the door walks away. Y/N and Thomas sit in awkward silence. She smoothes her skirt and fixes her hair. Thomas runs a hand through his hair and grimaces.

“It’s probably—” “We shouldn’t—”

They both speak at once and laugh.

“You first,” she says.

“I was gonna say that it’s probably good that that person interrupted us,” Thomas says.

She frowns. “You don’t want to kiss me?”

“No! I did. I do! But not here. Not like this.”

“What’s wrong with here?”

“It’s, uh, Angelica’s bedroom, for one. And you’re emotionally vulnerable right now. I don’t want to take advantage of you. Let me take you out on a date!”

She stares at him, her expression unreadable. His mind goes into hyper-drive, wondering what he said that was wrong. “That is, if you want to,” he rambles nervously. “I don’t even know if you like me. I mean, I just insulted you, like, half an hour ago. There’s no pressure at all. I just think you’re cute and nice and you get me mad a lot, which for some strange reason I like. And I—”

“Thomas!”

“Yeah?”

“I’d love to.”  

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6, 12 and 13?

6 = The character you most identify with?

Hmmmm... I would say a mix of Lafayette and Burr actually. Like Lafayette, I enjoy going to places that are far and are filled with ideas many people find odd and witchcraft. And like Burr, I have had a lot of tradegies more than I care to admit that effect me. Though, finding this musical has taught me that you can potentially be both Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton. Sometimes, you keep your mouth shut in order to survive. Other times, screech like a ptyedectoral so the world has no choice but to listen expasterated.

It’s also taught me not to criticize, have more patience and learn to be quick witted. You never know when you have to come up with a witty comeback at times.

12. Your biggest peeve about the show.

Heterosexuality. Like....

UGH

I know Lin “tried” to added it in but like, reading those letters between Alexander Hamilton and John Laurens like.... they more than bros, bro. They lovers, my dudes.

Also, i feel like an act three like Alex’s life on the island to the war to his death. But it’s frowned upon to have more than two acts nowadays so....

That’s my main peeve about the show. HOWEVER, no one is perfect and since being in this fandom it’s gotten me to write again and find my historical passion. I love history again thanks to this community. I am grateful to Lin that his music genius helped me during grad school and more. 😊😊

I’m also peeved that he took out some of the lines like pay your f**king taxes still makes me a little salty it wasn’t in there but I digress. A musical is a very hard thing to make and it’s a lot of work. I shouldn’t complain I’m just voicing my opinion

13. Who has the best hair?

I feel like I’ve answered this but eh why not.

It’s LAFAYETTE/JEFFERSON! I personally prefer Laf’s hair the best because it’s Laf but that’s my opinion.

The actor playing Lafayette has to find a way to make his/her/their hair be different in the second act. It’s interesting to see that.

Now, I think I’ve said Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds nèe Lewis because the actor has to straighten or updo her/his/their hair in the first act and in the second act have to look all seductive and stuff. That’s a lot of work considering having your hair look hot beans sitting in the hot heat of the iron while backstage wearing multiple layers. Yeah. It’s a lot of work.

But my answer is a tie between Lafayette/Jefferson and Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds nèe Lewis.

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