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Teacher: so the Judiciary Act of which year established a federal court system?
Student: Seventeen eighty n-
Me: HOW DOES A BASTARD, ORPHAN, IMMIGRANT, DECORATED WAR VET, UNITE THE COLONIES THROUGH MORE DEBT, FIGHT THE OTHER FOUNDING FATHERS TILL HE HAS TO FORFEIT
Hey everyone! Here is another lyric fic, since I haven’t posted one in a while. Send me a lyric from Hamilton if you think it’ll make a good fic and I’ll write it!!
Word Count: 1250
Warnings: Just cursing I believe
“I told you I was baking scones. Why would you go out and buy some?” Peggy complained as she walked into Alex’s apartment (which he shared with his other three friends Hercules, Lafayette and Laurens), carrying a pan of freshly baked scones.
“Because the last time you made scones, they tasted horrible.” Alex answered.
Peggy gasped. “I told you I was trying a new recipe!”
“For the past few months?”
Peggy stuck her tongue out at him and sat on the couch, putting the pan of scones on her lap.
Alex walked into the kitchen to grab the tea he made, and brought it out. He put the tea and the cups on the coffee table before sitting next to Peggy.
“Oh we’re having tea this week?” Peggy said.
“Yeah, I wasn’t feeling like alcohol this morning.”
“Aw but I was. I had to deal with Jefferson’s shit all week.” Peggy whined. Alex sighed before he stood up to grab the bottle of Fireball on his kitchen counter.
“Better?” He asked as he handed the bottle to Peggy.
“Oh, definitely.” Peggy said, pouring some liquor into her tea. It didn’t taste all too great, but after the long week she had, she needed a little alcohol.
“Okay, so who’s first?” Alex asked.
Both of them looked at each other before raising their hands into fists and saying, “Rock, paper, scissor, shoot!”
Peggy had scissors and Alex had rock. Peggy gave a small moan of defeat before Alex got more comfortable in his seat.
“Okay, so. You know how Jefferson has been dating this chick for a while now, right?”
“Yes, trust me I know. I work in his office, and all I can hear is him raving to Madison about how amazing she is.”
Alexander laughed before shaking his head, sitting up higher in his seat, getting more and more anxious to say what he wanted to say.
“JEFFERSON HAD BEEN CHEATING ON HER FOR MONTHS NOW WITH MADISON!”
“I’m sorry, what?” Peggy said, putting her drink down. She’d heard the word “cheating” and “Madison”, but she wasn’t all too sure what Alex had said. “Can you calm down and say this slower please.”
“Jefferson,”
“Mhm.”
“And Madison.”
“Yes.”
“Are fucking.”
“No me diga!” Peggy said slapping Alex’s knee.
“I heard them talking after a meeting with George, and Jefferson said something about how him and Madison needed to have dinner together. And I thought, oh this very innocent, nothing wrong with two colleagues having dinner together.”
“Yeah of course.”
“But then Madison grabbed Jefferson by his tie, pulled him in close to him and kissed him.”
“Wha-!”
“Wait, wait I’m not done!” Alexander laughed, holding out a hand as if to physically stop Peggy and standing up to finish his story. “Jefferson pulled away and said ‘I’ll get her out of the house if you come to my place today.’”
“Oh my god no!!” Peggy shouted, jumping up and down in her seat.
“Wait! Then Madison said ‘No, come to my place, so I can show you all the new toys I bought to use on you’!”
“Alex, no!”
“I’m so serious! He said that.”
“I would never have pegged Jefferson to be… submissive.”
“I know. ”
“I’m just shocked. For one, the man seems to be totally in love with that girl. I’m surprised he even had the guts to have an affair.”
“Right. Jefferson can’t keep a secret for shit.”
“And two, that man is dominant in every aspect of his life. Who would’ve thought that he wouldn’t be in bed?”
“I’m just as shocked as you are. Now what’s yours?”
“Oh no, now mine isn’t going to be as fun as yours.”
“No! Tell me!”
“No, yours was funny and entertaining and mine is just desperate.”
“You seemed very excited all week to tell me. Now shut up, and tell me.”
Peggy sighed. “Okay, well. You know your friend John?”
“Mhm.” Alex said, taking a sip of his (non-alcoholic) tea.
“He came by the office, right? He had to talk to George about something, and after their little meeting, he invited me to go have drinks with him.”
“Please tell me you said yes.”
“Wha- no! Of course I did!” Peggy shouted.
“Oh, thank god.”
“And oh my god, Alex! It was amazing. When we stepped inside he opened my seat for me, let me talk the whole time, and at the end he paid for my bill too! Oh and he just made me laugh the entire time and he wouldn’t stop asking questions about me! He even complimented my nails, which I had just had done the day before. Ugh it was the best date ever.”
“I’m gl-”
“But is it even considered a date? I mean, we’re just friends. And he didn’t ask me to go on a date with him. Just invited me to eat some food with him. It's not a date, I don’t even know why I called it that. Is it a date, Alex?”
“You’re both one in the same.” Alexander mumbled, recalling when John had called him up asking the same exact question that Peggy was asking. “Yes, it was a date. And Peggy, don’t you have sisters that you can ask about this?”
“Well, yeah. But they’re always so busy and they’re usually no help with boy trouble. And you’re a good listener, and you give great advice, so I just thought I could confide in you.”
Alex nodded his head. “Yeah, you can come to me for everything.”
“Thanks Alex. but can you tell me what to do about this whole John thing?”
“Just text him.” Alex said reaching over for a scone. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was grabbing the scone, and accidentally grabbed one of Peggy’s homemade scones. He gagged when the taste hit his mouth and quickly threw the pastry on the floor.
“Oh calm down. I know they’re not that bad.” Peggy chastised before picking up a scone. She took a bite out of it before gagging herself, and putting the scone back on the pan. “See, it wasn’t that bad.”
“Mhm.” Alex said, taking a sip of his tea to wash out the scone taste. They both reached for the store bought scones and Peggy started speaking again.
“I can’t just text him.”
“Yes, you can.”
“But what if he doesn’t like me?”
“Peg. Please, just text him. I’m going through so much stress just hearing the both of you constantly flirt with each other but never doing anything with it. Please, just text him.”
“He flirts with me?”
“Yes, all the time. Text him.”
Peggy sighed. “Fine, I’ll text him.”
They both sat silent, with Alexander giving Peggy a pointed look.
“Oh you meant now?”
“Yes!”
“Oh-oh yeah, sure. I’ll-I’ll text him. Okay.” She quickly got up and took out her phone to text Laurens. After a few texts, Peggy started giggling to her phone. Her phone started ringing.
“I’ll just take this real quick.” She said, still giggling.
Alex already knew who it was before he even heard Peggy say his name.
“Hey Laurens.” Peggy said, walking into the kitchen.
Alex sat back into the sofa, feeling content with himself. He began reaching over for a store bought scone, not realizing he was grabbing from the wrong container.
“You did good Alex. You did good.” He took a bite of the scone before spitting it back out.
He really needed to find Peggy some baking classes that she could take, because she was really bad at baking.
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Request: Heyyy! If it's not too much trouble, could you write and fic where Thomas has to explain, Martha, his dead wife, to his daughter? It's real angsty but then in the end they eat Mac and cheese on the couch and it turns out real fluffy and happy. Thanks!
Word Count: 1481
Warnings: Death of a parent (mother)
A/N: Hey everyone! It took me a little while to get to this. I was nervous to write this, since I’d never experienced this situation. I really hope I wrote this correctly. It was kinda hard to write this towards the end, it just made me really emotional thinking about this whole situation happening. But yes, I hope you all enjoy it. :))
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How was Thomas to explain this to his children? How do you tell someone that their mother had died?
Thomas sat in his car which was parked in his driveway. His wife, his beautiful wife, had just died that morning.
Thomas stared ahead at his home, where he knew his daughters were, probably watching TV waiting for their mom and dad to finally come home.
“No!” Thomas shouted, banging his hands on the steering wheel. “No, no, no, no, no!” He let out a sob. He knew he had to get all this anger and sadness out now; he couldn’t let his daughters see his pain. It would break their hearts even more.
He couldn’t decide what to do. Should he hold off on it and wait until the next morning to tell them? He didn’t want to ruin their night. His daughter, Martha (Patsy), came from soccer practice only an hour ago, and because it was her favorite thing ever, she was probably on top of the world, elated about doing what she loved. How could he bring down her spirits by telling her her mother died.
He was almost grateful that Mary was too young to ever truly feel this pain. As she grew up, her mother would only be a ghostly memory; something she knew she had but didn’t get a chance to experience.
What could he do?
Thomas slowly got out of the car. As he walked up the walkway to his home, he was hit with memories of him and his wife.
Him and Martha had bought this home when they found out she was pregnant with their eldest daughter. He remembered walking up this walkway for the first time, Martha carrying her belly, despite the fact that she was barely showing. When he had opened the door to their home, Martha cried out in joy.
“That’s where we’ll put the playpen!” she said, pointing to the corner of the living room.
“Yes, you said that, love.” Thomas chuckled. “When we first looked at the house, remember?”
“Oh I know.” she said, shrugging off his comment. They walked around the home, Martha pointing at random places, saying what she put there.
When they reached the front door, Martha looked at Thomas.
“This is our home now, Thomas. Our family will live here.” she cried. Thomas smiled, tears in his own eyes, and hugged his wife.
The next memory he had was of after their fourth child had been born. It was a few weeks after the birth, and Thomas and Martha were just coming back from the store after buying a few things for the new baby. Patsy was resting on Thomas shoulders before she started tugging at Thomas’ hair, her way of saying she wanted to be let down. Thomas complied and placed her back on the ground gently. The moment her feet touched the ground, she ran up the walkway.
“Patsy, be careful!” Thomas shouted when he saw he walking too fast, Suddenly, his daughter tripped over a weed growing over the path and fell head first. Thomas rushed to pick her up, and found her lip bleeding. As he looked back on it, the cut wasn’t even too deep; but at that moment, Thomas and Martha were freaking out, and ready to rush Patsy to the hospital. Patsy was fine, although she did have a scar resting at the top of her lip.
And then Thomas remembered as Martha began to get sicker and sicker. No one truly knew what it was that was making her sick. It got much worse after the birth of their sixth child. Martha had constantly thrown up near this walkway, struggled to walk up this walkway before asking Thomas to carry her up it.
At the doorway, Thomas had to stop. He needed to calm down again and keep all these memories out of his head before he broke down again.
Stay strong for Patsy and Mary. He thought to himself.
Suddenly the door swung open and Thomas was greeted by Patsy, who quickly jumped on him. From behind Patsy’s head, he could see his mother standing there, tears obviously threatening to spill out of her eyes.
“Patsy, do you maybe want to go grab Mary and play in your room?” his mother asked.
“Oh, okay!” Patsy answered, completely oblivious to the situation at hand.
“No, Patsy. Stay, I-I… I need to talk to you.”
“Okay, I’ll go wait in the kitchen! Mare and I made some Mac and Cheese, but we used the box instead cause we didn’t know how to make it like mom and you do.”
Thomas smiled for the first time in hours. “That’s okay, honey. Go set up a plate for me and you.”
Patsy nodded and ran off to go set up dinner.
“Are you sure you want to do it now?” his mother asked.
Thomas nodded. “I have to. She’s old enough to know when something’s wrong.”
His omther only nodded. “I’ll grab Mary and take a walk just in case Martha responds… badly.”
Thomas agreed and said goodbye to Mary and his mother when they were ready to leave.
Patsy stuck her head out of the kitchen doorway. “Dad, the food is getting cold!”
“I’m coming now, sweetie.” He said. He walked into the kitchen and almost cried. Oh, the amount of times him and Martha had stood in there making mac and cheese, something he only got an obsession for when he visited France on a business trip.
“Here’s your plate.” Patsy said, putting a fork on it. Thomas grabbed the fork and started eating the food.
Patsy, who was as obsessed with mac and cheese as he was, shoved the food in her mouth.
“What did you want to talk about, dad?” she asked. “Dad?”
Thomas didn’t respond. He still had no idea how to say it.
“Dad? What’s wrong?” her eyes went wide. “Are- are you okay? Wait, where’s mom?”
“Patsy-”
“What’s wrong!” she shouted. She knew her father never acted this way. She only ever saw him withdrawn after their mother would throw up or leave the house when she began to feel too sick. Her parents never noticed, but she saw every time something happened. She knew something was wrong with her mother; she wasn’t stupid. But now she didn’t know. She hated not knowing.
“Martha-” Thomas said, looking at his daughter. Patsy knew her father was about to tell her something important. He only ever used her birth name when something was up. “Your mother she- She died.”
Patsy stared at her father. “No, but… She took us to school this morning. How did she…”
“Martha-”
“What happened?” Patsy cried out. “Where’s mommy? I want mommy.” Patsy’s face was in her hands.
Thomas started crying again. His Patsy, who was always so strong no matter the situation, was crying.
“Come here, baby.” he said, bringing Patsy into his arms. “It’s okay, we’ll be okay.”
“Dad… Why? Why did she-” Patsy’s sobbing only got louder and louder. Her body racked with each sob that passed and Thomas’ heart only broke more. He wished he could do something to ease her pain.
“Dad… Do you think mommy is feeling better now?”
“What do you mean, baby?” Thomas asked as Patsy sat up, wiping whatever tears were left on her face.
“Mommy was- she was sick, right?”
Thomas sighed. He always hoped his daughters never realized how sick she was. “Yes, baby. Mommy was sick for a while.”
“Do-do you-” Patsy sniffed, trying to calm her breathing down so that she could get her sentence out. “Now that she’s… gone, do you think now she feels better? Now that she’s in the happy place?”
The happy place is what Thomas and Martha called heaven.
“Yes, baby. Mommy feels better. She’s not sick anymore.” He answered, caressing her hair, trying to comfort her as best he could.
Patsy smiled, and more tears rolled down her face. “I hope she’s happier now that she’s healthy. But... I’m still gonna miss her.” Patsy said. She started crying again, but this time didn’t let her dad hug her.
“I’m gonna miss her too, Patsy. But she’ll always be here with us. You know mommy loved you and your sister. She could never truly leave you both.”
Patsy nodded her head. Still crying, she stood up and grabbed another bowl. She silently filled it up with mac and cheese and put it on the table where her mother usually sat. She sat back down and stared at the spot where she placed the bowl.
“Now she can eat with us.” Patsy said, giving a weak smile to her father.
Thomas smiled, unable to stop his tears.
Even though times would be harder now that his wife had passed away, he knew they would be alright. He and his daughters were strong, and Martha would always be with them.
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