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Finally finished some writing again! It’s almost 11k words (10,937 to be exact) and is obviously Jamilton! It’s filled with a lot of domestic fluff, a breakup and a get back together. It’s a commission from amino, which you can commission me as well :)
Anyway, leave comments on it and enjoy, it’ll be posted to tumblr in the next week or so!
If y'all haven't noticed, I haven't posted any writing for a very long time. None of its abandoned, I just don't get much motivation through winter. I'm currently on semi-hiatus, where I will still be posting - i just won't be online as much.
But I'd like to say sorry for the lack of content. Please feel free to bully me in asks to make me write <3 ily all and thanks for 3.3k 🥺
I've never written for Thomgelica before but oh well!
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When Eliza tells her she's hired a new employee without telling her, Angelica is - of course - surprised. She's a little taken aback at her sisters' straight-forwardness, and that she doesn't even know who the new employee is. But Eliza refuses to tell her anymore than the man’s name, a certain Thomas Jefferson. She can’t decide if he sounds good for the job, but it’s too late for her to decide. If he can't pour a coffee, then he won't last long. The Schuylers pride themselves on their little independent coffee shop being amazing quality. Angelica berates Elizabeth as literally hitting her wrist gently, and reminding her to inform her before she hires someone next time. Eliza had merely winked at her, told her just to wait and see the guy come in.
Angelica is wiping down the table top, using a white cloth just to swipe the breadcrumbs to the floor for later, when the bell at the door rings signifying someone else walking in. She glances up and- wow. So, whoever this is, whether it be a customer or a new employee, he is exactly Angelica's type, and that's just from looks. Tall, handsome and seemingly full of charisma, simply from the way he walks.
She watches him saunter up to the counter, lean on it with one elbow and smile. Dashingly…
What was getting into her? Angelica was the calm, unaffected one! She didn't fall for smoldering good looks! "Hello," she started, "can I help you?"
"I would sure hope so," his voice comes out a slow, Southern drawl, it leaves her clinging onto every syllable, ogling like a simple school-girl. "I'm the new start," he stands up straight and offered a hand across the counter.
Angelica takes it in her own, shaking firmly. He has an excellent handshake, which always makes for a good start, seems relatively confident in himself. "Oh, perfect. I'm Angelica Schuyler, co-owner. I suppose my sister was the one who hired you? Thomas Jefferson, right?"
Thomas let go of her hand right before it got too awkward, "that's me, I'm happy to start here. Need something to get me through law school," he chuckled a little.
Angelica found herself smiling, so he was smart too? Damn Eliza to hell, she knew exactly what she was up to.
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Angelica is 100% going to kill her sister.
She was never one to fall for guys so easily, but a good looking, self assured, smart man - who is a little clumsy and ever so slightly clueless? Well, he ticks every box.
And it simply isn't fair, because she should be opposed to this Jefferson, after all, she is technically his boss. But he's so clueless and helpless and honestly it's doing things to her heart that it shouldn't. He's playing her like a goddamn fiddle and he doesn't even know it. (Maybe violin would be more fitting - since she discovered Thomas actually can play violin.)
Angelica takes every opportunity to help Thomas, even having Eliza overtake her place at the front of house, just to help Thomas fixing the coffee machine. She notices that he finds it especially difficult talking to customers if he's unlucky enough that they start small talk. Angelica has watched his eyes screw up for that single beat, sees only the tips of his ears go a dusty sort of pink with nerves. And she takes pity on him, takes him under her wing and teaches him all there is to know.
She doesn’t need to thread her fingers with him to show him how to work the cashier on his third time using it - but she does. And she doesn’t need to astound at how soft at how meticulously smoothed with bath products his skin is either - but she sure does. Angelica giggles when Thomas trips over the legs of chairs, curses under his breath to himself. It’s weird - strange - how the Southern fuck captured her attention, dragged her under into the deep depths of attraction, but she left her life jacket behind and never learned how to swim, so she’s happy to drown in the view of Thomas.
She almost hates herself for it, she’s strong goddamn it! She doesn’t need a man… until she does. Fuck- fuck society for forcing the perspective she needs a partner, fuck Eliza for hiring a sweet dork, fuck Peggy for laughing whenever she blushes at his oddly flirtatious comments. And especially, fuck Thomas for not seeing that she’s falling head over heels for him when she doesn’t want to.
But he keeps doing this thing where he bats his eyelashes in the light, or tucks his hair behind his ear and smiles at her - all teeth and brightness in his eyes. And it’s killing her. It’s making her melt and building her stronger all at once. She consults Eliza one night after closing, while they’re cleaning tables of stale coffee and donut crumbs, to which she gets, “just ask him out, Angie,” she had giggled every time Thomas moved past her from there.
Maybe Thomas even felt the same way, he seemed to squeeze past her through tables, maybe his eyes lingered on her a little too long, or maybe… just maybe he was picking up on her hints?
“Wanna grab a coffee one day?”
She finally works up the courage to ask him out, tapping him on the shoulder when she’s on her break and Thomas is washing out a ceramic mug.
“We sell coffee every day, I can get one whenever,” he pauses and turns to her, placing the mug in lukewarm water. “Wait- do I get an employee discount?” Thomas’ whole face lights up again, that way that makes her stomach feel all fluttery and gross.
Angelica swallows thickly, nods her head and internally screams. “Yes, we get an employee discount, ten percent,” she grits her teeth, turns on her heel before she hears Thomas’ turn the tap back on.
So Thomas is a little more clueless than she first expected, maybe she should just be more obvious. Angelica knows she should really give up now, but there’s something nagging in the back of her mind - that that extra bit of stupid has managed to make her more attracted to him. It isn’t fair. Fuck!
Despite Peggy’s suggestions which is to quit while she’s ahead, Angelica tries again.
“Hey, Tom? Do you wanna get dinner tonight?” She asks, leans on the counter as a customer leaves. The store is oddly empty for once, and she uses it to her advantage.
“We serve dinner?!” God he’s so STUPID! How can someone be studying to be a lawyer and not see a date request even when it slaps them across the face!
“No! We do not serve dinner!” Angelica snaps. She drops her head to her hands, cradling herself. “God- you’re so- fuck. How are you so smart and so dumb all at once?” She mutters, almost ready to cry or hit the table or something.
“Hey… you okay, Angie? What’s bothering you?” Thomas leans over the counter until he’s close to her ear to whisper and it finally makes her snap her head up.
“You! You’re the problem! I’ve been asking you out, and you just- how are you not catching on!?” Angelica slams her hands down on the tabletop and gets up in his face. She can smell a mix of coffee beans and expensive cologne, stinging in her nose.
Thomas leans back, so he’s not quite in her face and exhales softly. “Ohhh,” he drags and chuckles, hanging his head to hide his smile. Angelica spots the tops of his ears go red. “Then I accept. Sorry, I’m just really fucking stupid.”
“Well, at least you admit it. Tonight at 7? Italian over the road?” Angelica suggests.
“I was thinking the Mexican next door.” Thomas counteracts her with a raised eyebrow, gesturing vaguely out the window.
“I don’t do Mexican, not on the first date.”
“Fine, the Italian then.”
“Perfect.”
Angelica smiles. Maybe this clueless coffee boy will be better at dates than he is at flirting.
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w a i t a d a m n m i n u t e- y o u wrote the birds of a feather fic ??????
Yep! That's me! Honestly asks like these astonish me that people are finding my fics without knowing its me who's writing them!
Also, a new chapter should be out by the New Year - I'm using December as a way to take a break and work on a few one-shots. I'll be back to updating it by 2021!
