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Hamliza Month, Day 28

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Stars Piano Summary: Alexander plots a surprise for Eliza. He even has coconspirators.

The music filled the room with such richness and zeal, they could have been sitting in a grand theatre instead of just their small parlor. The musician’s hands danced over the keys, light as air. The music was laid out before her, with her brother dutifully turning the pages for her, but Alexander knew that she had no need of them. This was a piece that she knew by heart.

Alexander closed his own eyes, letting the music wash over him and sooth his many cares and stresses away. There were really only two ways for him to do that. The first was this, listening to his dearest little Angelica – who, at fifteen, reminded him often that she was not so little anymore – play with all the grace of an angel. Her piano was among her greatest joys, and had been since the day it had arrived, a gift from her aunt and namesake sent all the way from London.

The second, of course, was to lay quietly with his Eliza, his head upon her bosom as she ran her fingers through his hair and over his temples. The mere thought of that brought a smile to his lips.

When the song at last came to an end, the final note fading out into silence, Alexander opened his eyes and brought his hands up to applaud. “Brava,” he said with genuine enthusiasm. “That was absolutely beautiful, my darling girl.”

Angelica turned from the piano, a bright, winsome grin on her face. “Thank you, Papa!” she replied. “I heard from Mr. Amadeus that he is expecting a new shipment of music in one of his next shipments from Venice…” She trailed off, her expression perfectly calm, as though she had just imparted some interesting tidbit of news.

Alexander met Philip’s expressive gaze over Angelica’s shoulder, and his eldest son broke into a knowing grin, unable to hide his amusement. Alexander kept his face straight, hiding his own merriment. Philip would never be a good card player. He was never one to hide his feelings or thoughts.

“I see,” he said thoughtfully. “Well, I’m sure that is a great comfort to Mr. Amadeus. Did you not say he was most distraught that his supply of sheet music was woefully low, and he feared running out completely before winter?”

Angelica’s expression did not waver, and Alexander did not look away, though inwardly he laughed. Playing this game was rather fun, trying not to be the first one to break.

The silence stretched on for several long moments, until finally it was Philip who broke it. “Oh for goodness sake, Papa! She wants some pocket money so she can be first in line to dig through the new sheet music when it arrives!” He then turned his gaze toward Angelica, who had turned in her seat to face him, and demanded, “Was all of that really necessary? You could have just asked him!”

Angelica’s back was now to Alexander, but he could well guess that she was rolling her eyes at Philip’s impatience. He also gave his son a chiding look. If Philip hoped to make a living as a lawyer and a man of government, he would have to learn when to hold himself still, when to have patience. Goodness knows, it was a hard lesson Alexander had had to learn himself, but surely he had never been so impatient as his firstborn?

Anything else that might have been said was forgotten when the front door of the house swept open and loud, laughing voices spilled into the front hall. He turned to look through to the front hall and saw the rest of his children tumble through the front door. James and Johnny had their arms full of parcels, and were clearly eager to relieve themselves of their burden. Alex was also carrying a few packages, in addition to having William riding on his back. Eliza was the last one to enter the house, her reticule in one hand and little Liza held securely in her other arm.

“Take them into the kitchen and lay them on the table for Mrs. Georges,” Eliza was telling their sons. “And do so neatly!” she added as they began to move toward the kitchen at the back of the house. “I do not want to hear of anything dropping or being broken this time!”

As Eliza dropped her reticule on a nearby hall table and began the struggle of removing her coat without overly disturbing their youngest, an idea began to grow in Alexander’s mind. A grin spread across his face, and he turned to Angelica. “I shall make a deal with you, my dear,” he told her. “You may have your pocket money in advance, but only if you and Philip do something for me.”

She cocked her head, eyeing him curiously. “What is that?” At the same time, Philip threw his hands up, asking, “Why am I getting roped into this?” A raised eyebrow from both Angelica and Alexander himself made him surrender and go quiet.

What he wanted was simple enough, hardly any kind of real challenge, and so she accepted when he hurriedly explained. Philip, resigned to his own involvement, uttered no further reluctance on his part. That settled, Alexander stood up from his chair and left the parlor. Eliza was still struggling with her coat, as Liza was not in mood that was agreeable to cooperating with her mother. She clung to her with all the stubbornness a Hamilton and a Schuyler could exhibit.

And so young too! Alexander thought. Chuckling, he came closer and asked, “What is this, my darling? A rather large burr seems to have stuck itself to you.”

Eliza gave him a look mixed with exasperation and resignation. Leaning forward, he lightly tapped the toddler on the nose. “Hello there, poppet,” he said, and then held out his hands to her invitingly. “Come to Papa?”

Liza, just over a year old, eyed him with her mother’s dark eyes, a suspicious glint in them, and kept her firm grip upon her mother. Alexander bit back a laugh. “Come on,” he coaxed, “Papa has missed his little Betsey.”

The little girl waited several more beats before she finally deigned to permit herself to be passed from one parent to the other. All the imperiousness of a queen, this one, Alexander thought, no longer bothering to hide his smile. He held her close, covering her face in playful, sloppy kisses, which made her lapse into delighted giggles.

Freed of her youngest child’s clingy hands, Eliza at last removed her coat and hung it beside the door. Running her hands along her hair to swipe back a few stray strands, Eliza asked, “I assume supper is on schedule?”

Alexander nodded. “Mrs. Georges has everything in hand.” Just then the sound of footsteps alerted him to the return of their sons. “And it sounds as though she has already banished everyone and their greedy fingers from her domain.”

The boys then reappeared, most with sulky or disappointed expressions. Clearly, Mrs. Georges had not been inclined to indulge them with sweets so close to their meal.

Eliza soon gave everyone their marching orders to go and wash up for supper. As Philip and Angelica came out of the parlor, Philip gave his father a mischievous grin and a wink while Angelica looked positively thrilled to be taking part in Alexander’s little plan.

Alexander returned the smile before following the rest of the family upstairs, little Liza still on his hip. There was much to do and little time to accomplish it.

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It was becoming quite late when Eliza stepped out of the nursery some hours later, satisfied that Liza was safely asleep. The upstairs hallway was quite dim, but candlelight flickered underneath the closed door to the boys’ chamber. Taking a deep breath, she began to approach the door, intending to remind Johnny – for she had no doubt that it was dear Johnny – that it was time he put his book aside and went to bed.

“Mama?”

Eliza stopped and turned to find Philip standing at the stop of the stairs. “Yes, dear?”

He took a step forward and then gestured behind him. “Papa asked for you to come downstairs,” he told her. His gaze shifted to the door behind her and he rolled his eyes. “I’ll tell Johnny to go to bed,” Philip assured her, coming closer and moving to slip past her.

“Did your father say what he wanted?” she asked him. “And why has Angelica not come up yet?” She had not heard her eldest girl retire to her own room.

Philip stopped and glanced over his shoulder at her. Even in the darkness, Eliza could see the shiftiness of his expression. “Oh, um, she’s helping Papa with something.”

“And just what, Philip Hamilton, is your sister assisting your father with?” Eliza asked, her voice low and stern. She was not blind. She had seen the conspiratorial whispers that had been going on throughout supper between her husband and two oldest children. They had been up to something, but Eliza had not been able to discover what, having been occupied with the rest of the family’s doings.

Her eldest son was eighteen years old, considered by society a man grown, but Philip was still her son. He still snapped to attention when his mother used that sort of tone of voice. “I, uh,” he stuttered, “I really couldn’t say, Mama. I think it has to do with whatever Papa wanted you to come downstairs for.” Before she could question him further, Philip threw open the door to the large room he shared with his brothers, hurried inside, and slammed the door shut again. Behind it, she could hear him snap, “Blow out the damn candle, Johnny!”

Eliza would have scolded Philip for using such language toward his brother, but her mind was already turning toward what was happening downstairs with her husband and son. Sighing, she turned on her heel and swept down the hallway, making for the stairs.

As she descended, she saw that the front hall was still well-lit by several candles, and she could see a similar glow coming from the parlor. “Alexander?” Eliza called out as she stepped onto the landing.

“In here, dearest,” Alexander responded from the parlor. Eliza stepped into the parlor doorway and her eyes widened as she peered into the room.

The sofa, chairs, and tables had all been pushed from their normal places throughout the room to stand against the wall, leaving the center of the room completely clear. Alexander stood there in that vast empty space, facing her with a beautiful smile on his face.

“Come, my love,” he said, his voice soft as he held out his hand to her.

“Alexander?” she asked even as she walked forward to meet him. As she approached, music filled the room and Eliza’s eyes flew to the piano over by the window. There sat Angelica, her back to them both, her fingers dancing over the keys as she began to play a familiar tune.

The Allemande.[1]

“May I have this dance?” Alexander asked her, his hand still poised in front of him.

Eliza gawked at him. “You…” she trailed off, her eyes sweeping around the room. “You did this so we could dance?” she inquired.

He beamed. “Clever, isn’t it?” He was clearly very proud of himself.

She continued to stare at him, at his sunny, cheerful smile, and Eliza could feel herself melting. How was it that he could still make her fall in love with him anew even after nearly twenty years of marriage? Eliza huffed a small laugh, and without further hesitation, she laid her hand in his.

They had plenty of room to move in the parlor, and they were well-practiced in their movements, having performed this dance many times over the years. Eliza always felt lighter than air whenever she danced with Alexander, and as they held each other’s gazes, she could almost feel the years falling away, and they might well have been two young people again, dancing for the first time in an assembly in the midst of an army camp.[2]

The mix of fond memories, a loving present Eliza would not exchange for any other life, and Angelica’s sublime musical skill all made for a perfect evening.

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[1] An 18th century dance. I found a demonstration of it on YouTube and it looked so lovely and thought it would be perfect for Alexander and Eliza’s little surprise date night, as assisted by the amazing, talented Angelica.

[2] See Day 18: First.

This ficlet was written by request of one of my reviewers on AO3, who wanted to see something that featured Angelica Hamilton. I wasn’t all that attached to the story idea I initially had for this day, so this was slipped in instead. I felt it only fair, since little Eliza Hamilton also had a chapter featuring her (and she also insisted on making a small cameo in this one too, the adorable little tyrant), and the boys too had had their moment earlier on. Now all the only one left is Little Phil. *shifty eyes*

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Puerto Rican Koala

Lin x Reader

Modern rpf

Requested by anonymous

Request: Can I have a fluffy Lin x reader where he’s clingy drunk and accidentally confesses his love for her?

A/N: Done! Writer’s block sucks. But here is this one. You guys seemed excited for this one. Hope this is a good as you guys hoped! I want to give you guys a longer update about my ability to post more here coming up. Life is getting bust again, but I don’t know when that will be.

Also, I got the title from this [x] tweet.

Word Count: 5, 310 ~~

You luckily got cast as happy and bubbly Peggy as well as seductive and flirtatious Maria. They were two very different characters but most of the cast said that you embodied both of them very well. You had a hard time believing that at first.

Peggy was easy. Happy and charming, a pestering little sister. You had that figured out nearly right away. And you, Pippa, and Renee all got along great and easily slid into the sister role. It was when you put on that metaphorical red dress that you felt a little shaken. It wasn’t so much the character, it was the acting and the choreography. It was kissing Lin. The first few weeks of rehearsal, Lin and you got right up to those parts and just didn’t actually kiss. And you both stood near the chair, not quite rehearsing the moves just yet. But eventually you had to rehearse all the moves.

Lin was experienced. He was a lead role during In The Heights. You had acted before, but never as a lead romance option. So a kiss was already uncharted territory. And then sitting in Lin’s lap was another thing all together. The kiss went off mostly without a hitch. Lin took the initiative. You were a bit startled but relaxed and followed his lead. Sitting in the chair was a bit worse.

You and Lin either started laughing or it took too long to figure out how you wanted to go about it. Eventually, Alex Lacamoire suggested trying it through with only a piano playing the main tune and the two of you not focus so much on the singing, you knew the song after all. It helped, the two of you alternated between mumbling the words and humming just so you knew where you were and a few ensemble members singing as well. It is a very odd run through but you and Lin made it through with very stiff choreography. It was successful in getting the awkwardness of the first time of running through the dance.

It took some time, but you and Lin mastered the dance. At least without the costumes. Apparently it would be harder in the dress. Lin would just have a stiff suit. But still in sweatpants, you dropped into Lin’s lap and guided his hands to your body. His hands roamed and you fought a blush. The song ended and you exited stage right. You came back out as Tommy Kail wrapped up rehearsal.

“Good job.” Lin said, suddenly appearing behind you.

“Oh thanks.” You replied, giving him a smile. “You did good too.”

“Uh, so a bunch of us are going to get drinks. You wanna come?” He asked. You pondered it for only a moment. It wasn’t like you had anything else planned for the day. And tomorrow was a rare day off, you didn’t need to worry about being into work after a night drinking. So you nodded. Lin’s grin grew. “Great, we can walk over as soon as you’re ready.” So you packed your bag and got ready to leave before finding Lin and Chris. “Ready?” Lin asked.

“Yep.” So you walked to get drinks with the two men. One thing you really liked about this cast was the bond that nearly instantly formed. You were walking with two men who you knew were good friends. However, you were able to easily contribute to their conversation instead of feeling like merely an outside observer. You figured it was probably due to becoming friends with Lin rather quickly and Chris being a friendly person. But it made for an enjoyable walk to the bar.

You walked in and easily found your friends. They were all sitting around drinking and talking. Daveed, Oak, Anthony, Pippa, Thayne, Renee, Jon. That was just a few you noticed right away. You approached the table and were only slightly startled when Lin pulled out your chair for you. You chuckled at his chivalrous nature while you sat. Ever the gentleman it would seem. Lin sat beside you.

Drinks flowed as the night progressed. It wasn’t anything unusual. But Lin’s intake was a bit strange. He was drinking more than usual it seemed. “Hey, Lin.” You said softly at one point, drawing him into a small private moment between the two of you. “Maybe you should slow down with the drinks.”

He shrugged, his movements very slow and obviously drunken. But they were also very fluid, his limbs and muscles very loose. “I’m fine.” But the way his words slurred together conveyed otherwise. You gave him a small smile, clearly unconvinced. You turned back to the group and Lin did as well.

“Chris?” You called to the other side of the table. He looked at you and you tilted your head to the left, silently asking for him to stand and join you separate from the group. He nodded and you both stood.

“Hey, where are you going?” Lin asked.

“I’m just going to talk to Chris for a minute.” You patted his arm gently and walked off toward Chris.

“What’s up?” Chris asked.

You sighed and glanced back at Lin. “Lin’s getting pretty drunk. I tried to ask him to slow down but he didn’t listen to me. Do you think you could convince him to stop?”

Chris glanced behind you at your drunk friend. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna cut him off completely and get him home.” He headed over to Lin and mumbled, it seemed mostly to himself, “Before he makes a fool of himself.”

You walked back to the table in time to hear Lin whine, “But I wanna stay.” He sounded like a pouting child.

“I know, but you’ve drunk a lot and you should call it a night.” Chris suggested.

“Fine.” Lin conceded. You waved to the men as they walked off. Chris gave you a small wave while Lin waved happily. You smiled at him and his slightly amusing drunken nature. You already made the decision to check on him tomorrow.

So the next day, you found yourself outside on Lin’s place. You debated actually going in though. Lin knew how to take care of himself. He didn’t need you worrying over him. But he was pretty drunk last night. You could at least stop in and if he was fine tell him you were just passing through and wanted to stop by. He wouldn’t mind, he would probably even find it thoughtful. So you knocked on the door.

And no one answered.

So you knocked again, a little louder. This time a very tried looking Lin answered the door. He also looked slightly annoyed. “You’re loud.” He commented.

“You’re hungover.” You observed. He nodded and stepped aside to allow you into his home.

“How much did I drink?” He asked. You shrugged.

“I wasn’t keeping count. But it was more than usual. Chris brought you back here eventually. I figured I’d come check on you.”

Lin rubbed his head. “I don’t even remember Chris getting me home.”

“I’m not surprised.” You gave him a sympathetic smile. “Do you need anything?”

“Well I wanted some breakfast. I can cook it myself. Do you want any?”

“I came to check on you, and now you’re offering me breakfast.” You commented with an amused smile. Lin just smiled back. “Sure, I’ll have some breakfast.” So you and Lin talked. At some point he asked you to get him some medicine for his hangover from his medicine cabinet. He made you a great breakfast and you sat on his couch while you ate. And you enjoyed every minute of it. But eventually you had to leave and actually do things, and you told Lin just that.

“Oh right. Well, thanks for checking in on me.” He told you.

“Well thank you for breakfast. It was good.” You went to leave but paused in the door. “See you at rehearsal.” He smiled and nodded.

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You stared at your costumes. A white “narrator” dress, a yellow “Peggy” dress, and the red “Maria” dress. All dresses. All wide. All inconvenient for dancing in. You knew Lin had a plethora of coats but they at least had pants. For today, you had to wear the red dress. You needed help getting laced into it. you walked out of your dressing room and played with your skirt. You heard a whistle. You looked to the source to find Lin standing there, in an olive green suit.

You raised your brow at his costume. He held his arms out and spun, showing off his whole attire. In response, you spun quickly, making your skirt flare wider for a second. “Well, we look good.” Lin said. “Though you look much better than me.”

“Thanks, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to dance in this.” You said and played with the wide skirt again.

“You’ll figure it out. You’re a talented dancer.” Lin said simply. You hoped he was right. And as you danced, you did figure it out. As you and Lin perfected the scene, the first kiss in the scene got longer and more passionate. At least the two of you acted like it was. But, as scripted, Lin had to pull away quickly and hastily as if he regretted the kiss. And you were sure Alexander Hamilton did regret the kiss. But you hated Lin pulling away from you like that. Even if everything is an act.

And as you pleaded with Lin, reassuring him you were unaware of the letter, he had to pull away and act practically disgusted with you. You understood why, but the act of it still hurts a little. Then he has to back away from you saying, “I don’t want you.”

However, as you went to sit on Lin’s lap, you nearly missed his legs entirely. Your wide skirt made it hard to tell where you needed to stop. Thankfully, Lin reached out and placed a hand on your waist and helped guide you down. You finished your scene at the end of the song and Tommy Kail called cut. “Thanks for helping me.” You told Lin, coming back onto the stage from the right.

“Well I couldn’t just let you fell. Maybe try gathering the dress and moving it out of the way in the future.” He suggested. You told him you would try that. You rushed to your dressing room. You put far too much thought into your performance and interaction with Lin tonight. There was a knocking on your dressing room door. “Drinks tonight?” Lin asked from the other side.

“Sure.” You said happily. You needed it. You found Lin outside your dressing room, ready to go. You looked around. “No Chris?”

“Nah, he had to get home to his wife and kids. I think one of his kids has a school function tonight.” Lin answered. So the two of you walked into the bar, side-by-side. Like before, Lin pulled out your chair for you. Often during the evening, you and Lin were having your own conversations. You sat with the crew from the show still, but the two of you got caught up in private conversations between the two of you.

However, you noticed Lin getting a large number of drinks once more. Chris wasn’t here this time to cut him off. So you’d have to be the one to do it. “Hey, Lin. Let’s get going.” You softly suggested. This time he made no protest and followed you from the bar. You easily flagged down a cab, not wanting to walk back to Lin’s apartment with him as drunk as he was now. You let Lin get in first and you climbed in after him. The driver started heading in the direction of the address you gave him.

Lin let out a sigh and leaned against you. You looked over at him as well as you could with him using you as a human pillow. “You ok, Lin?” You asked softly.

“Mm-hmm.” He mumbled and nodded with his face still leaning against your arm. “Just a little sleepy.” All of his words were slurring together and you chuckled at him. You let him stay leaning against you for the whole ride. When the taxi slowed to a stop and you paid the driver, you started to get out. Lin whined. “No…” He said, dragging out the word.

“Lin, we’re at your house. Trust me, you’ll feel better once you’re in bed.” You urged. He seemed unhappy but allowed you to pull him out of the taxi. He was stumbling, but seemed mostly able to walk by himself. However, he reached over and grabbed your hand with his left. You gave him a slightly curious glance but decided not to question it. You were friends so this wasn’t the weirdest thing, and perhaps he was more unstable than he looked. “Where’s your key?” You asked when you stood at his door.

He refused to let go of your hand, even though his key was in his left pocket and he had to awkwardly reach across his torso and fumble in his left pocket with his right hand. You immediately grabbed it from him, not wanting him to have to fumble with it and the lock. You pushed the door open and brought Lin inside.

You lead him to his room and pushed him onto his bed. His eyes almost immediately closed. You rolled your eyes and started to take his shoes off for him. You grabbed his comforter and tossed it over him. You went to leave but Lin grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed on top of him. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you in place. “Lin, what are you doing?” You asked.

“Stay…” He whined drawing out the word.

“Lin come on, let go.” You tried. This was not a position you really wanted to be in. You could sit on his lap, even kiss Lin deeply, for a show. But you refused to deal with whatever was happening now. Especially when Lin was too drunk to even know what he was doing.

“Fine.” He relented. Even drunk he would respect your boundaries. “But I don’t wanna.” He complained. You chucked and sat on the bed next to him.

“Well I appreciate you letting me go.” You commented. You reached over and began playing with Lin’s hair. It was a bit tangled but you gently worked your fingers through until it was mostly smooth. You enjoyed his long hair.

“Y/N?” Lin voiced softly. His voice was practically a whisper at this point. You abandoned toying with his hair and laid down facing him. His eyes were still closed but he was apparently still awake.

“Yeah?” You whispered in response.

“I love you.” You absolutely froze. “It took me a while to figure it out. We were always dancing so close ya know. Then there’s the kiss too. But it’s weird cause that’s acting so I never knew how you felt. But I love our one song. I get to hold you close and kiss you. I get everything I ever wanted…just no way of knowing if your feelings are genuine. That’s why I swore to myself I’d never tell you how I felt.”

You actually smirked at that last part. He was drunk. He wouldn’t remember this in the morning. And you wouldn’t remind him. He startled you when he opened his eyes slightly. A small smile appeared on his face. Then he leaned closer and ever kissed you. Gently and softly and perfectly. You pulled away as soon as you could bear to break the contact. “Goodnight, Lin.” You said and quickly stood.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” You slept on the couch, just in case. But you woke up when you heard Lin moving around in his room. You left the apartment before Lin even emerged from his bedroom. You don’t know if he even knew you were there.

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You messed with the mass of red fabric around your waist. You didn’t want to do this. Not today anyway. Not after last night. You had been actively avoiding Lin, and you were sure he noticed. There was a knocking at the door. “Y-Yeah?” You stuttered out, expecting Lin.

“Can I come in?” Instead Chris was on the other side of the door. You raised a brow. You didn’t expect that.

“Sure.” You replied. He opened the door and gave you a small smile, which you returned. You were a bit confused when he shut the door behind him.

“So…” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Lin said you’re avoiding him.” You stayed silent, staring resolutely at your skirt as it blocked your shoes. Your silence was all the confirmation Chris needed. “Why?”

“Why weren’t you out for drinks with us?” You snapped instead feeling defensive. To Chris’s credit, he didn’t get angry. You sighed. “Sorry, I know you had to be with your family. It’s just…without you there, I was the one who had to take a drunk Lin home.” Chris’s eyes widened as he started to piece together what happened. “He said some strange things when he was drunk. And he most likely doesn’t remember a single thing.”

“What exactly did he say?” Chris asked cautiously, clearly worried how deeply his friend dug himself.

“We need all necessary actors to stage.” A voice called over the speaker, cutting your conversation with Chris short.

You started to walk past him but paused. “Well, let’s just say I have to go perform a very intimate dance with a man that I know, for sure, loves me.” You heard Chris swear under his breath as you left the room.

Say No to This was a struggle today. Lin tried to give you his bright, welcoming smile when he saw you. You could only give him a tight one on return. A smile he noticed. You cut the kiss short, very short. It left you and Lin a few beats off, but you quickly recovered. You paused for a moment before sitting on Lin’s lap, again getting you off beat of the song. It was one of the worst run throughs of the song in a long time. Lin’s touch practically made you jump out of your skin.

“Alright, we made it through…somehow. Look, guys you had this song down great. What’s wrong?” Tommy asked.

“Beats me.” Lin said, you noticed he also sent an accusatory glance your way.

“My bad.” You said sheepishly. “I’ll fix it. Can I just…can I have a quick break?”

Tommy looked a little annoyed, considering you just started, but allowed it. You stalked off to your dressing room. You paced your room. You didn’t need these problems. You were a professional, damn it! But you knew how Lin felt now. He loved you. It shouldn’t be a problem. You and him cared about each other. You supposed you could tell him how you felt. But what did that mean for you? That unknown worried you. You knew you had feelings but were they on the same level as Lin? Or maybe they only stemmed from the scene with Lin that was extremely passionate?

Lin suddenly barged in the room. “Ok, what’s up?” He demanded to know.

“Do you remember anything about last night when we went out for drinks?” You asked. Lin sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“No. I know I got wasted because I woke up with a massive hangover.”

“I know you got wasted to because I was the one who ushered you into a cab. I was the one who got you in your bed and took your shoes off. I was taking care of you and you told me you loved me.” You told him angrily.

Lin’s gaze snapped up to you. “I what?”

“You said you loved me. You had for a while. You were confused because of everything that happens in our song. And you swore you’d never tell me.”

Lin sighed. “I guess that explains why you acted the way you did. You have to kiss me and sit on my lap and a whole lot of other things. And you don’t feel the same.” You could hear the detection in his voice.

“Lin…” You began.

“It’s fine. And I’m sorry I was such an ass. I shouldn’t have gotten so drunk I couldn’t control myself.” He interrupted. “We can still perform, right?”

You crossed your arms and sighed. He deserved to know that you at least felt something. “No. I can’t. At least not yet.” Lin looked up at you in confusion. You took a step closer. He didn’t move. His stare went from curious to hopeful. Another small step and you were so close. You leaned in but Lin leaned back. You almost fell forward against him.

“I want this, so badly. But I need you to tell me it’s not because I stupidly admitted something.”

You paused and thought. “Honestly? I know I feel something. I don’t quite know what it is. Because you’re right. We have very intimate moments on that stage and it makes this messy and confusing. But if just once, when we’re not acting and you’re not drunk, we can try this then maybe I’ll know. Because I want to know, and I’m very hopeful.”

Lin studied you for a moment then he leaned forward to close the space between the two of you. His lips pressed gently against yours. He didn’t pull away after a scripted time. He just stayed there, putting all the truth he could into the kiss. This wasn’t like his drunken confession. His confession when he was drunk was empty and meant nothing. But this meant everything. You knew in that instant that he meant everything he said. This was just a much better way of putting it.

And in that instant, you knew exactly how you felt. You grabbed the edges of his stupid, green suit coat and pulled him as close as you could. He hummed happily against your lips. When you finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against yours with his eyes closed and a dazed smile on his face.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry that I was drunk and told you that I loved you. But I need to tell you now, completely sober, that I do love you. I wish I could tell you how long I have been or what it was that made me fall in love, but I can’t. I just realized it out of the blue.”

“Was it when we were kissing on stage or another part of the song we perform?” You asked jokingly with a small smile.

“It wasn’t.” You pulled back to study him curiously. “You were just talking to Anthony and Thayne one day. You weren’t doing anything special but that’s when I realized how completely I had fallen.” He shrugged slightly. “I don’t know how long I loved you before then.”

You gave Lin another quick kiss. “Let’s go. We have a song to perform after all.” The two of you executed a perfect run-through of Say No to This and a few other scenes before you were no longer required for rehearsal, there were no other scenes required for you. So you settled in the first few row of seats in the audience and watched your friends perform. At some point, Chris settled in a seat behind you. He leaned forward and leaned against the seat next to you with his forearms.

“So? Did you and Lin figure things out?” He asked.

“Yeah, we’re fine.” You told him. Better than fine, you thought to yourself as you watched Lin. But Chris, or anyone in the cast, didn’t need to know that yet. Considering you and Lin just figured it out, they could wait.

“Good. Lin was pretty upset that you were ignoring him. So he’ll be glad to get it figured out.”

After rehearsal, a group of cast members met up at a pizza parlor. You sat next to Lin, as usual. What wasn’t usual, was how close your seats were. Or the fact that Lin kept eating the pizza toppings you had removed from your pizza. Or when you wanted another breadstick and Lin gave you his, and you immediately tore it in half so you could share it. The two of you slid so easily into this new relationship.

The only one who seemed to take any notice was Chris. He studied the pair of you, very closely. Eventually, he grabbed Lin by the arm and pulled him off. You glanced over at the friends. You knew their posture pretty well at this point. Chris was asking him questions, lots of questions. Lin was responding with lots of hand gestures but he shoved his hands in his pockets after each response. A sure sign he was lying.

Chris crossed his arms and stared at Lin. You decided to just spare him. He was trying not to even look in your direction and hint to Chris that you were a couple. Lin wasn’t sure how you felt about people knowing yet. But you didn’t care if Chris knew. He wouldn’t run around telling people until you and Lin were ok with it.

You walked over and leaned your head on Lin’s shoulder. “What’s up?” You asked, injecting yourself into the conversation. Chris looked between the two of you accusingly. “What’s wrong, Chris?”

“Lin says nothing major happened between the two of you earlier today.” His tone said that he didn’t believe you at all.

You leaned away from Lin and shrugged. “I guess it didn’t seem that major, I mean it was bound to happen eventually. Right, Lin?” You leaned in and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. Lin froze.

“That’s something major!” Chris accused.

“You don’t care that he knows?” Lin asked you. You shook your head. “Ok. You know I drunkenly confessed and then Y/N told me she felt the same way. So completely sober and off-stage, we kissed. We’re dating now.”

Chris smiled. “You two are idiots if it took you this long.” Then the walked back to the table. Lin left the restaurant completely sober but you two still went to his house together.

—

The next drinks night was when the cast figured out. Lin wasn’t intentionally getting drunk this time. It was getting closer and closer to the premier of Hamilton. He was getting anxious. So cast member were buying hims drinks to ease his nerves or to congratulate the approaching premier. It wasn’t long before he slipped into his calm state with slurred speech.

“Lin, I think it’s time to stop drinking.” You told him.

“That’s probably a good idea.” He commented. “Last time I drank too much, I accidentally told Y/N that I loved her.” You started laughing at him. “But it’s ok because she loves me too.” He was smiling so happily.

“Yes she does.” You agreed in a whisper. Lin leaned over and let his head rest on your shoulder. The cast wasn’t suspicious yet. This was actually normal for the two of you. Lin managed to snake his arms around your waist and cling to you. “Lin, you realize you’re clinging to me, right?” You were still whispering to not alert the cast.

“Of course I’m clinging to you. I love you.” He said. He said it loud.

“What did Lin just say?” Anthony said, immediately leaning close to the two of you.

“Nothing.” You said quickly and evasively.

Anthony started to smirk, a shit eating grin. “Nah, I totally heard the L-word get said over here.”

“No you didn’t, Ramos. Drop it.” You warned.

“Oh, that was me.” Lin piped up cheerily.

“Shut up.” you begged.

“No.” he whined. “I wanna tell Anthony how much I love you.”

“Lin, stop.” You tried again.

“Do go on, Lin.” Anthony urged. “I want to hear all about it.” But then Anthony paused and looked at you. “Why aren’t you freaking out over what he’s saying? You should either be super excited or pushing him away. Unless…” You groaned as Anthony realized the extent of you and Lin’s relationship. “Holy shit, you two are together!”

“Did you need to shout it?” You grumbled as the whole table looked over at the two of you.

“What?” Renee asked with a smile.

“Knew it.” Groff grinned. And various other comments from the cast. You were able to detach yourself from Lin at one point. The two of you left the bar together, with whistles and suggestive remarks from your cast-mates. You got a cab and ushered Lin inside. He leaned his head against your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. You played with his hair.

You got to his house and like before, got Lin in the bed. You grabbed some medicine for him when he woke up. But this time you pulled open the bottom drawer of his dresser and grabbed a pair of pajamas. You changed in climbed in the bed next to Lin. You felt his arm drape over you and pull you close. Your back was against his chest and he was holding you tightly there.

—

You woke up to someone toying with your hair. You rolled onto your back and found Lin propped up on his elbow, slightly leaning over you. He pressed a quick, soft kiss to your lips. “Good morning. Thanks for taking care of my drunken ass again.”

“What exactly do you remember?” You asked.

He sighed and dropped back onto the mattress. He flung an arm across your waist. “Honestly, not much.”

“I’m setting you a drink limit when we go out.”

“Fine. I wouldn’t mind waking up and remembering the night before.” Lin said. “So what did I do to embarrass myself this time?”

“Well you were super clingy, Lin.” He grinned sheepishly and shrugged a little bit. “But you didn’t only embarrass yourself. Lin, the whole cast knows we’re together now because you just had to talk about how much you love me.” You told him with an accusatory look.

He paled and his eyes widened. “I did what?”

“You told everyone.” You mumbled.

“Shit. I’m sorry.” He pulled you even closer and kissed your cheek. “How’d they take it?”

You shrugged. “Jonathan said he knew.”

Lin chuckled. “Of course Groff does. Everyone else?”

“They gave us shit for it, but they seem happy and ok with it.” You told him.

“Good.” Lin said. “Cause I really don’t want to let you go yet.” He emphasized his point by holding you even closer.

#hamilton #Lin-Manuel Miranda #lin manuel miranda #lin x reader #lin-manuel miranda x reader #Lin-Manuel x reader #hamilton imagine

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kingofdirtandnothing · 4 years

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wemultitudinous asked: OPIA // Alex & John Obscure Feelings Meme: (Accepting) Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

They’re laid out on the couch, a pile of limbs that might have been two different people at one point, with John half raised against the arm of the couch so that he can keep Alex against his chest.

He’d begged off to go for a run when Hercules, Lafayette and Alex decided to smoke. (John doesn’t have a problem with it, he just fucking hates that untethered feeling.) And he’d come back to Alex being left behind in search of curly fries.

John had showered and changed into one of Alex’s shirts and a pair of shorts and got himself a lapful of pleasantly clingy boyfriend for his trouble. Dinner had been ordered, the app said it would be another 55 minutes. They had nowhere to be and nothing but time.

So John listens. Because Alex’s voice is basically his favorite thing in the world, which thank God, seeing as he heard it basically nonstop all day. But this was different. This was lazy monologuing, the words going where ever Alex’s molasses slow thoughts trickled to.

And when he quiets? John talks. Because he knows that he can say the things bouncing around in his head without fear of a reactionary Hamilton joke. He tells him how beautiful he is. How full of fight and fire and passion. How kind he is. How proud John is of him, of the man he’s become.

The heavy, slow breaths against his chest make him think that Alex must have nodded off. But then he feels the words radiate out from Alex, light as a feather and just as soft.

Say it again.

John shifts their weight and lets Alex slide a little down his chest to pool in his lap, as boneless as can be. It gives him enough room to curl his index finger under Alex’s chin, to tip it back enough that those big, dark eyes are focused on him.

His heart is beating too hard. John will always be afraid of putting himself out there, no matter how much he knows that Alex loves him. It’s just how he’s wired. But Alex is looking at him, really looking, expression as soft as the dawn and John wants to give him the whole fucking world.

“I’m proud of you, Alexander.” But that’s not enough, even if the smile tucked in against Alex’s lips beg to differ. “You’re a fighter. You’ve always gone after everything you wanted, and you got it. No matter how many times you’ve been knocked down, you got back up.

And you know what? You did that shit without getting mean. With everything you’ve been through? Nobody would blame you for being hard. For being mean. But you’re not. I’ve watched you stay up to cut patterns for Herc even though you just pulled an all nighter to get your deadline, and you never once really complain.”

Of course, he complained. But the way a friend would. With love.

“I watched you pull the last ten out of your wallet, knowing your check won’t clear for three days, and you spent that shit buying Lafayette one of those milkshakes with the donuts on top because he was missing Adrienne and was low.”

John doesn’t know if Alex is squirming because of the eye contact, or the words. But he locks his knees against his boy and holds him there. He’s not done yet, Alexander.

“Your mom would be proud of you, Alex. I know she would. Because you’re a hell of a man. And I wake up every day and thank God that I get to know you.”

That he gets to love him.

#ch: laurens #wemultitudinous | alexander #wemultitudinous #this should not be a surprise at this point #queued

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daphneyoumustmakehaste · 5 years

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Who in your OTP —Inspired by @queenwinterofluna — Washette

1. Eats the last slice of pizza and gets playfully ignored by the other until they apologise?

George. Lafayette does try to ignore him — he really does — but he gets bored after 5 minutes and gives up.

2. Gets into more fights with other people? Does the other care for them?

Lafayette will fight anyone who disrespects George’s name, and George hates him for it, because he hates seeing Lafayette get hurt because of him. It always ends in Lafayette getting an earful from George and being squished to death by him.

3. Tries new things that the other recommendeds and hates them but pretends to like them for the others sake?

George, but Lafayette will always find out and force him to tell the truth.

4. Snores? What does the other think about it?

None of them snore, but Laf is a very deep sleeper, whereas George is the complete opposite. Nearly every night, Lafayette will kick him in or whack him in the face with his hands or feet.

5. Wakes up first? Is there a reason why?

On good nights, George will wake up first in the morning for work, and his routine follows through the weekend too. On bad nights, Lafayette will in the middle of the night because of nightmares from his past — I’ll probably post his backstory later on.

6. Is horrible with technology? Does the other help them out with it?

Neither of them are terrible, but George accidentally got sent a dick pic by Alexander which was meant for Thomas and nearly threw his phone out of the window. Lafayette and Thomas still take the piss out of them.

7. Is first to apologise after an argument?

Everyone thinks it’s Lafayette, as he can’t spend five minutes away from him, but it’s actually George. Lafayette’s tolerance is extremely high when they’re in a fight.

8. Is the clean freak? Does the other live like a slob or do they just not care as much about cleaning as the other?

George likes things to be tidy and neat the most, but he doesn’t mind if it gets a tad bit messy. Lafayette’s the same, but he almost had a fit when he visited the Hamilton-Jefferson household and it was filled with wrappers and dust. He practically held them at gun point and forced them to clean up.

9. Falls asleep first? Does the other usually stay up or go to sleep soon after?

It’s normally always Lafayette who falls asleep first, and he prides himself when George falls asleep first. The awake one will always let the other rest on their lap, chest or in their arms before falling asleep too.

10. Goes out of their way to impress the other? What do they do? What does the other think?

When they first started their relationship, the other would impress them by paying for meals, talking about their daring childhoods, Lafayette even used the hot weather as an excuse to take his top off to impress George one time. Now if they try to impress the other, they will just sigh and kiss them.

11. Sings Christmas carols in the middle of summer? Does the other sing along or are they annoyed?

George, funnily enough. Not loudly, but he’ll sing them under his breath while serving breakfast, or while scrolling through his phone. It’s always accompanied by Laf throwing something at him or kicking him under the table.

12. Constantly quotes memes/vines? Does the other understand them?

Lafayette does it whenever he’s near Alex. George has reached the point where he now knows what he’s on about and hates him for it.

13. Pranks the other? What do they do?

Both of them prank each other. Well, the one on the receiving end always refers to it as ‘abuse’. It started off when Lafayette got mad at George, so went the entire day speaking French, and it continued on from there.

14. Gets angry for weird/bad reasons? How does the other make it up to them or do they just leave them be?

They’ve never really fought over anything stupid, but the one time Lafayette got upset with George over the amount of time he spent working. George just ended up soothing him and reducing his working time down at home. They also occasionally fight over the fact that Lafayette drinks iced coffee and George likes pineapple on pizza.

15. Calls/texts first?

Lafayette the majority of the time. He will always update him at work and likes to phone him in their break and lunch. However, he is sometimes treated by George sending him a small paragraph at work.

16. Is more jealous? Do they tell the other or not?

They both get jealous if they go out and catch someone looking at the other, but George will always move to put his arm around Lafayette, whereas Lafayette will just sit and sulk. They don’t really have to tell the other, because they can usually tell.

17. Plans all the dates?

They take it in turns. George prefers to treat Laf our to expensive restaurants and Laf likes to take George to parks or coffee shops. They both agree it’s a nice mixture.

18. Starts stupid arguments? How does the other deal with them?

Mostly Lafayette, whose always complaining ‘that’s my tie’ or ‘those are my keys’. George just ignores him and waits until his small tantrums are over.

19. Has to explain the joke? Does the other immediately get it after it’s explained?

George once told a dirty joke and Lafayette didn’t get it. He just sat there with a cute, confused expression on his face and begged George to tell him what it meant. Once he understood he was quick to move of his lap.

20. Watches more TV? Does the other watch it with them? If not, what do they do?

George loves his soaps. Lafayette tries to join in, but George always gets annoyed by his constant asking questions and always tells him to ‘watch it if you want to know what happens’, so he just sits by George and goes on his phone.

21. Cant stand 3 seconds without the other?

Lafayette. He’s extremely clingy and loves it when George gives him attention and affection.

22. Is shameless about anything they say or do? How does the other react?

Lafayette, who once came downstairs wearing nothing but boxers, stormed into George’s office wearing lingerie and lets out sultry, obscene, loud moans in the bedroom. George has yet to complain.

23. Sleeps with a plush? What does the other think?

They are each other’s plush.

24. Has a better fashion sense?

Funnily enough, George. He often helps Lafayette with clothes, and has helped Hercules and Maria choose this and that for an item they were making. It doesn’t show, as he can sometimes be seen with sleeveless tops and cargo shorts when he’s not at work wearing his suits.

25. Is a great artist? Do they draw the other or gift them some of their works?

They can both draw really well, Lafayette with scenery and objects and George with people. One of Lafayette’s drawings is framed in the living room and he’s always asking George to draw him like one of his French girls.

#washette #george washington #lafayette #marquis de lafayette #imagine your otp #jamilton #implied jamilton #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #25 questions #questions #im so tired #otp questions #based off #fluff #implied smut #smut references

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thebulletinhamilton-quotes · 5 years

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92 HamBurr please!?

92 - You’re so clingy, I love it

92 - Oh honey, I would never be jealous of you.

A/N: @djajfresh how does both sound?

Alexander knocked on Aaron’s door. His boyfriend had not be texting him all day and despite what he said there is no way—

Aaron slowly opened the door, his eyes bloodshot and his nose red. His gaze was glassy and he was covered in blankets shivering in August. Alexander couldn’t help but shake his head. Of course Aaron doesn’t want him here. The last time Alex caught a cold, he had to go to the ICU because he kept pushing through the symptoms. Aaron visited him everyday despite finals week.

Alexander pushes his way in, while keeping an eye on his boyfriend who can only shrink back but glare in response. It’s thick with tension when Alexander breaks the silence:

“No wonder you’ve been so clingy, I absolutely love it. When was the last time you took a shower?” He asks lightly, knowing how delicate Aaron can be when it comes to personal matters.

Aaron mumbles under his breath. Alexander takes a step forward, advancing until Aaron is stuck between Alexander Hamilton and a wall. Looking at up at his boyfriend in concern, Aaron speaks up.

“Yesterday. My friend gave me a sponge bath. Don’t be upset.” Aaron says thickly, mucus and junk trapped in his lungs. Alexander has to bite his tongue from laughing at the mental picture of Aaron having to take a sponge bath with Angelica to assist.

It’s a pregnant pause when Alex realizes that Aaron must be worried about it. Alexander softly pecks the side of Aaron’s cheek with a grin.

“Oh honey, I would never be jealous of you. Especially with Angelica. I know you would never cheat on me, right?” Alex says softly, meeting Aaron’s glassy gaze. With dark brown eyes meeting each other, Aaron nods before he realize he’s swaying and—

Thud!

“Aaron!”

...

A little later, Aaron wakes up in his bed, the sheets changed, in new clothes, smelling of fresh soap and the familiar figure of Angelica Schuyler glowering over him with a thermometer in her hand.

Before he can speak, she butts in.

“102.7 F. It’s up from the last time I was here. If it gets up to 103, take him to the hospital Alex. People can easily die from fevers.” He hears Angelica sternly tell Alexander, who is nodding.

“Is there anything else I can do? You won’t let me give him his medicine mouth to mouth.” Alex faintly argues with her.

Burt’s vision is getting blurry and he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open. He can though hear the eye roll of Angelica saying:

“You were in the ICU for a week when you caught the flu. If you were a plant, you would be dead. Plus, your immune system is still getting use to weather changes. Don’t argue with me. Eliza or I can come over and give Aaron his medicine. Don’t you dare—“ Angelica’s voice cuts off as Aaron drifts off to sleep. The last thing he hears is Alexander, laughing.

How does he stay so smug and always on the move? Is he even human sometimes? Aaron’s thoughts run past him. Am I even enough for him? Is his last parting thought before he drifts off to a time when everything was perfect.

A/N: @djajfresh I do apologize for it being so short. I have to get up early tomorrow so I will lengthen it later (I’ll let you know). I do want to add more to this. Thank you for asking me!!

#hamburr #not a quote #hamilton #alexander hamilton #aaron burr #burr #hamilton the american musical #hamilton the musical #hamilton fandom #thebulletinhamilton quotes #thebulletinhamiltonquotes writing #thebulletinhamiltonquotes speaks #drabble answered #asks #djajfan #thank you #!!#92 #my writing

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malarkis · 5 years

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TURN drunk/drinking headcanons

had a lil drinky dranks with friends and got thinking about this afterwards. im pretty sure someone else did this though. i think i got everyone, so it’s a bit long and honestly just for shits and giggles. i am very sorry ------------------------ Ben Tallmadge - boy finally lETS LOOSE, but not in a wild way. he’s just overly friendly and will laugh at about anything. greets random people at the party. red as a tomato. first to hit that “oh god why did i do this” stage of sobering up Abraham Woodhull - the absolute madman. there is no dare he doth not do. ends up standing on a table at some point. ends most sentences in “ man” at a certain level of half drunk-half sober. falls off most surfaces. terrible balance Mary Woodhull - cheering on Abe at the start of the night. can probably down more than anyone else there. queen of the shots. drunkenly worrying about Abe by the end of the night. tipsy walks back to the car, but knows exactly where they parked Anna Strong - she and Mary are a force to be reckoned with in any drunken competition, simply abort all hopes of winning. stupidly good at aiming when drunk. probably makes a game out of it and has a few others cheering her on. drunkenly teaches you something. sobers up the fastest and check on everyone. probably one of the last ones and helps clean up and chats with you during Caleb Brewster - no idea why but i see him as the first to start, but also the one who can hold is alcohol the best?? the conscious mother hen drunk. never truly out of control. saving ben from something. mixes random drinks that sound awful but taste gr8. doesn’t know how to use the shaker, but looks cool with it anyway. unofficial guidance counsellor of the night

Washington - doesn’t actually get heavily drunk, but hits that borderline tipsy sometime during the night. actually knows how to use the shaker and looks cool with it anyway. will sit you down for a lecture on different whiskies or something. will call someone son by the end of the night. strong and affirming back pats Peggy Shippen - that one girl crying in the bathroom. but also that one girl you befriend in the bathroom and plan a drunken brunch with. came with andré but lost him somehow. 50+ pictures of you two together looking gr8 and remembers to tag you later on John André - started off strong, but got a lil bit weepy. perked right back up though - what a champ. came with peggy but lost her somehow. the sloppy fancy drunk who everyone had a nice time with. brought some imported alcohol. brings out the flute at the end of the night when about five of you are left. bad relationship advice Alexander Hamilton - one man drunken debate team. would probably win said debate anyhow. see saws between happy drunk to angry drunk in a few minutes. probably brings up conspiracy theories at some point. that one guy who you’ll chill with at the end of the party, probably on a lawn chair or something, just talking as you sober up Abigail - drunk or sober, she’s your Best friend at the party. would try not to get drunk, but let herself have a little fun because she works HARD. will hold up your hair while you vom. drunken witty comebacks and jokes for days Akinbode - can and will outdrink you. probably will compete with Mary at some point. intense drunk. he came to have a good time and he’s having it, but he’s also tired and spacing out. starts out strong, but also the one you need to check on later on and tap on the shoulder to see if they’re alive. dancey dancey Edmund Hewlett - nervously agrees to get turnt, but has a gd ball afterwards. you lose him mid party and find him with some sort of pet. laughing at his own jokes, but its endearing. got drunk on like sherry or something. does ONE dumb thing, quiet regret. Feels It(TM) when Coldplay’s “Yellow” plays at some point. brings out a board game. ends up in the pool but not by choice. John Simcoe - is the one who got Hewlett into the pool by some strange reason. not the first to get drunk, but definitely not the last. bit of a close talker. somehow ends up in a bit of a tussle during the party. wanders aimlessly around the house. forgot what he was looking for. you find him in the basement or den looking through music or something. originally came because Anna did. taking André’s bad advice Lafayette - voted most fun at the party. the endearing and a little clingy drunk. makes like 10 new friends even if they cannot understand one another. random yelling/singing in french. gets his new friends to sing in french with him, albeit poorly. nonetheless he is impressed. “i love you guys so much” x20. last to sober up. doesn’t realize how loud he is. losses all consciousness on the way home. probably sent you a novel of drunk texts Robert Townsend - “I’m so tired of being here”. watching over Abe and the gang, but also getting quietly turnt. actually has really good music and secretly gets to the aux/speakers. designated driver. makes coffee for everyone at some point. it’s probably his house and he puts up the “leave by nine” banner Robert Rogers and Sackett and Papa Townsend - who invited their horribly Bad Influence uncles to the party?? ratchet mixology crash course in the kitchen. pitching ideas to the young’uns. bad jokes. hijacks the music at some point - their choices range from absolute bangers to why do you even have this???? Ensign Baker - still a Good Boy. took the longest to get drunk, but got there somehow. probably took one of the drinks made by Sackett or Rogers and passed out somewhere on the couch. helps Anna with the cleaning afterwards, still drunk yet aware enough to tell you to text him when you get home safely. also insists on walking people out when they leave and saying bye, it’s not his house though Benedict Arnold - the worst drinking companion. everything is a competition and he will hijack several conversations during the night. please dont give him the speakers/aux chord. the spotify DJ feat. unwanted ads. bets galore. news flash, he lost all of them. just as bad as when he’s sober. please go home

#turn washington's spies #turn amc #john graves simcoe #ben tallmadge #caleb brewster #edmund hewlett #alexander hamilton #abe woodhull #mary woodhull #anna strong #john andre #peggy shippen #marquis de lafayette #ensign baker #god there are so many haLP #turn crackpost #robert townsend

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ridiculousn3sswrites · 5 years

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Clingy

*Alexander Hamilton x Reader

*Summary: In her first semester of college, the reader finds herself involved with Alexander.

*Warnings: Swearing, angst, mentions of sex, mentions of reader not being straight, mentions of insecurities, mentions of anxiety

*A/N: I haven’t written in a while so hopefully around 8k words is enough to make up for it. Once again, I’m writing out my issues. Some parts of this are similar to my Loki fic ‘Space’ because this is a more in depth fic based on those same issues. Yeah, my first semester of college was pretty wild.

You met him a few weeks after you first moved to New York City for college. As a freshman at Columbia, you didn’t really know many people, and meeting Alexander Hamilton got you caught up in a whirlwind that you didn’t mind at all. He was a senior, insanely smart, sweet, and everything you thought you wanted in a guy and in a relationship. At first, you weren’t sure about pursuing him because you were overthinking things, but as you spent more time with him, you found yourself really enjoying his presence. The two of you were hanging out in his apartment, cuddling and talking as you waited for it to be time to leave for the movies when he first brought up the topic of being exclusive. You’d been on multiple dates with each other so you knew the conversation was bound to happen eventually, and you knew that you hadn’t been on a date with anyone else since meeting him.

“Hey, how often do you like think of us? Like, being exclusive and stuff?” Alexander asked. You looked up at him, lifting your head from where it had been resting on his chest. Did you really want to admit that to him? What would lying to him in this situation be like? Your roommate was already calling him your boyfriend, but your commitment issues made you resistant to the label. But you talked about him a lot to your roommate, and you even told a friend from home about him.

“I’m not gonna lie, I think about it, like, a lot,” you finally said, cracking under his gaze. Your face began heating up at your admission as you silently began reprimanding yourself. You’d been seeing this guy for like a month, and you really just said that? Did you want to look that desperate?

“Yeah, I do too,” Alexander told you, trying to hide a smile but unable to. You smiled back at him, feeling like things were falling into place now. After a few seconds of silence, Alexander spoke again. “Have you told any of your friends about me?”

“Yeah, I told my roommate and then one of my friends from home,” you replied.

“And what’d they say?”

You shrugged. “They didn’t really say much, but they’re happy for me,” you told him. Alexander hummed in acknowledgement. You paused for a second before deciding that since he asked you, it was only fair he answered the same question. “Do your friends know?”

Alexander hesitated for a second. “Well, no,” he admitted. Hold up, what? You bristled slightly. Were you something he was ashamed of? You’d run into his roommates before, so they knew you existed, but for him to never bring you up? Were you just his dirty little secret? Alexander seemed to sense your sudden change, because he quickly went to explain himself. “It’s just the entire stereotype of a senior hitting on a freshman, which I guess I’m technically doing. I know my friends would make fun of me for it.”

You nodded, not wanting to say anything else about it. The two of you stayed there, cuddling until you finally had to leave if you still wanted to see the movie. And although Alexander tried to persuade you otherwise with a few kisses, you’d been waiting to see this movie for a while.

That weekend you spent the night at his place. It wasn’t planned or anything, you weren’t even originally planning on seeing him that day. You were watching YouTube on your laptop, wrapped in your blankets as you ate ice cream, content to just spend the night in your blanket cocoon until you passed out. Then he texted you.

From: Alexander 9:45 pm

Hey, any plans for tonight?

To: Alexander 9:50 pm

Nope

From: Alexander 9:59 pm

What are you up to?

To: Alexander 9:59 pm

Watching YouTube

From: Alexander 10:05 pm

Why lol

From: Alexander 10:05 pm

It’s a Saturday night!

To: Alexander 10:07 pm

I’m just feeling YouTube tonight lol

You put down your phone, turning back to your videos with a small smile on your face. You really liked seeing him, and you’d spent quite a few days with him throughout the week. It was way more often than you were used to, but you weren’t complaining. When he didn’t text back, you weren’t particularly bothered. You knew he was out doing things with the debate team, and you had your videos to keep you company. As you were beginning to nod off, texting your roommate (who was spending the weekend with her family) that you still didn’t know if he was going to invite you out or not and you were debating just going to sleep, you got a new text from him.

From: Alexander 11:20 pm

Boring lol

To: Alexander 11:20 pm

I’ll admit that much

From: Alexander 11:23 pm

Wanna get some food or something in a bit? I can meet you at your building

To: Alexander 11:28 pm

Alrighty

From: Alexander 11:38 pm

I’m omw

And just like that, you were out of your cocoon and getting ready. You looked through your closet, trying to decide if you should dress up slightly or not. It was late, and you didn’t want to really spend all that long on your outfit. Plus, he was already on his way, and if you dressed up then it’d look like you’d been waiting on him to invite you out. Finally you settled on a (f/c) shirt, black jeans, and a light jacket before rushing over to put on some light makeup.

From: Alexander 11:46 pm

I’m here

To: Alexander 11:46 pm

Alrighty, I’ll be down in a bit.

With that final text, you took one final look at yourself in the mirror. You were kind of amazed with how quickly you’d managed to get ready, if you were being honest here. Your makeup was only foundation, chapstick, and some mascara, your outfit was the perfect balance of casual yet still nice, and you were ready. You grabbed your keys and wallet, and made your way down to meet Alexander in front of your building. As soon as you stepped outside, you saw him sitting on a bench, looking down at his phone as he waited for you. You smiled at his signature Columbia hoodie, your heart speeding up slightly at the sight of him. Finally, you collected yourself and walked up to him. “Hey.”

Alexander looked up at the sound of your voice, smiling when he saw you. He stood, slightly opening his arms for a hug which you quickly accepted. “Hey, it’s not too late, is it?” Alexander asked once he released you from the hug.

“Nah, I probably wasn’t going to sleep for a while anyways,” you lied, a bright smile on your face. If he knew that you’d been half asleep when he asked you to go out, he probably would’ve sent you back to your dorm to get some sleep. Even though he had one of the worst sleep schedules you knew of, he still tried making sure you got enough sleep.

“Alright, cool. I was thinking we could go to a coffee shop and then head back to my place and watch a movie or something, but you probably don’t want to get coffee at-” Alexander paused to look at the time on his phone- “almost midnight. Damn, it’s really almost midnight already?”

“Yeah, you texted me a bit late,” you laughed. “But I’m cool with going to a coffee shop. We don’t have to get coffee.” You saw Alexander pause at that, a brief look of confusion crossing his face. “You do know they sell things other than coffee at coffee shops, right, Alexander? It’s important to me that you know that.”

“Yeah, I know. I guess it kinda just slipped my mind since I never get anything other than coffee,” Alexander brushed it off with a laugh. “Anyways, we should get going.”

With that, Alexander turned and offered you his hand, which you gladly took. With that, the two of you went off into the streets of New York to find a coffee shop that was still open this late at night. The conversation as you walked the streets was light. You let Alexander talk about his day and what was going on with the debate team. You liked listening to Alexander talk, especially when he began rambling about the things he was passionate about. It was cute, the little fire in his eyes and the way he seemed to have endless knowledge about the things he was talking about.

After you’d found a coffee shop and left with your non-caffeinated beverages, you made your way back to Alexander’s apartment. This time as you walked, you went back and forth with simple questions. Although you’d spent a lot of time together, you realized that you didn’t really know much of the basics about one another, like your favorite colors or your favorite animals. Hanging out with Alexander really seemed to be effortless, you didn’t overthink your actions or what you were saying as much as you normally did around new people or people that you liked. With Alexander, it was easy. You weren’t used to easy.

When you got back to Alexander’s apartment, he led you to his room like every other time the two of you had hung out. He put on Netflix and started playing a random movie, neither of you really paying attention to it as you continued to drink your drinks and talk. Once your drinks were done, you settled in and cuddled as you watched the movie. As you were beginning to nod off, you heard Alexander saying something.

“Hm?” you hummed, already struggling to stay awake. You felt Alexander’s laughter from where your head was resting on his chest.

“Are you wearing makeup?” Alexander asked again. You nodded. “Do you want to take it off? I can probably find a makeup wipe for you.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” you replied. Alexander hadn’t seen you without makeup yet and you weren’t quite ready to let him past that barrier.

“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” Alexander asked. This time you nodded.

“Yeah, can I get a shirt or something?” you asked.

“Yeah, of course,” Alexander said, moving. You groaned slightly, not wanting to lose your pillow. Alexander laughed. “C’mon, (y/n), I gotta get up if you want the shirt.”

“Fine,” you groaned, removing yourself from him. You sat up and watched as he got out of bed to get you a t shirt from his dresser. He handed you a navy blue shirt with something having to do with Columbia on it and turned around so you could change. You did an awkward shuffle still under the blanket to take off your shirt and pants, putting on Alexander’s shirt as quick as you could. It was oversized, obviously not his size either, but you liked the way it fit on you. “Alright, you can turn.”

“Wow,” Alexander mumbled, taking in the sight of you wearing his shirt. It must’ve slipped because Alexander turned slightly red as he got back in the bed with you. He gave you a separate blanket so he wouldn’t pull it away from you in the middle of the night, and turned off his light.

The next day he told you he’d been seeing another girl for the past couple of weeks. A graduate student from NYU. He told you this after the two of you had made out and were just talking in your dorm. You’d asked him if he’d told his friends about you, or if he ever would. Somehow he’d managed to slip it into a story about how his friends commented on your increasing presence in the apartment and he’d probably introduce you to them the next time you came over. You didn’t know how to respond, so at first you ignored it. Then, as you were thinking about it later, it didn’t stop bugging you. So you sent him a text the next day.

To: Alexander 11:53 am

Hey, so I was thinking about some of the things we talked about yesterday and it’s been kind of bugging me. I’m going to need a bit of time to like gather my thoughts and stuff so if I don’t respond for a bit that’s why.

From: Alexander 12:35 pm

Yeah, of course. Take as much time as you need.

You hated that he was so calm about it. You didn’t really know how to deal with things like this, you didn’t want to feel the sadness that was threatening to overtake you. Monday was your full day so you didn’t have the time to wallow in your feelings. So instead you turned those feelings that you didn’t know how to process into something that you did. You got angry. Being angry was easy to deal with: you put on some angry music, thought about how that little fact was bullshit and how nonchalant he was about it was even more bullshit. You went through the rest of the day pissed off, willing yourself to forget about Alexander and just find something better.

That lasted until about 11 at night. You already missed talking to him, and it hadn’t even been a full 24 hours yet. You were trying to get him out of your life because you didn’t need to be in a position where you were more serious about someone than they were about you. If you hadn’t even been on a date with another person since you met Alexander, then it was obvious that you’d allowed yourself to get way more serious about Alexander than he was about you. But you didn’t want to feel lonely, and you were already missing him, and that overtook your pride.

To: Alexander 10:53 pm

Alright, I’m good now.

From: Alexander 11:12 pm

Wait, really? It seemed like you were really upset with me.

From: Alexander 11:13 pm

We can talk about it if you want

To: Alexander 11:15 pm

Oh yeah, we definitely need to talk about it.

With that, you put down your phone. You didn’t like confrontation, and even the thought of having to talk to Alexander about this was making your heart race. What were you supposed to say in a situation like this? I know I have no claim over you, but hearing that you were seeing another girl hurt like you were cheating on me? You didn’t feel like you had the right to feel that way, especially since it wasn’t like the two of you had actually been dating, or were currently dating.

The two of you ended up meeting to talk the next day. You’d just finished walking your roommate to the subway station and were headed back to the dorm when you decided to send Alexander another text, letting him know that you had the room to yourself for at least an hour or two if he wanted to talk there or meet up somewhere else. You wanted everything to be on your own terms, on your own turf or in a neutral place. If he had the power in this situation, nothing would get solved. He responded soon enough, just getting out of debate, and agreeing to meet you at your place.

The two of you were sitting on your bed in silence as you tried to gather your thoughts one last time. You’d been going over what to say, picturing it in your mind as you waited for this, but in the moment, everything was different. You couldn’t be as upfront about it as you were in your scenarios, and you didn’t even know where to begin now that you had the opportunity. “So,” Alexander finally began. “What do you want to talk about?”

“It’s just like, I was thinking about everything we talked about and it kinda bothered me about the other girl. I understand that maybe it’s not my place to have those feelings because it’s not like we’re official or anything, but yeah,” you finally told him. You didn’t like how many filler words you used, it just sounded a lot less put together than when you had rehearsed it in your mind.

“Yeah, I guess I did spring it on you out of nowhere, and I’m sorry about that,” Alexander said. That was what you had wanted to hear, you wanted that apology, but there were still other pressing matters. Was he sorry about simply how he told you? Or was he sorry about the fact that he’d been seeing the other girl at all?

“Alright, well, uhm, it’s also kind of like, is this just a matter of convenience for you? Because when you were saying about how you stopped talking to her, it was also because there was a lot of schedule work around you two had to do since she’s a grad student and she doesn’t go here,” you continued, just letting out everything you were thinking.

“I’ve been thinking about that too, and I don’t know,” Alexander admitted. “I was thinking about how, if we’d met sooner or even at like any other time, dating you would have been amazing. And it’s also like I’m kind of jaded to all of this, and I don’t want that to go to you. You haven’t even been in a relationship so I don’t know if I’d be like a good first boyfriend for you, and there’s also your sexuality and we never talked about how that would work into it if we did get into a relationship.”

That was a full stop for you. Sure, you weren’t straight, but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t be in a monogamous relationship with someone. You didn’t stop him at that, though. There were other issues there that you could address. You were already hesitant with relationships; you didn’t really believe you were currently in a position or could ever be in a position where you could be deserving of a relationship, so Alexander passing on his ‘jaded’ attitude wasn’t really an issue. “You know, I’m willing to try for this if we do get into a relationship. I know that these things take work for them to really like function, and I’m not scared of that,” you decided to say instead.

“I don’t doubt that you’re willing to work for it, but I’m also so busy with debate and work, that I’m not sure I could give you the attention you deserve,” Alexander continued.

“So then that’s it?” You asked. This is done because you’re scared of it turning into anything?

“I guess it is,” Alexander agreed. You didn’t know what to do now. You’d spent so much time on this, even though it was only approaching a couple months that you’d known him. “You know, I do actually care about you. If you ever need me or even just want to talk, I’ll be there for you.”

“Okay,” you said, not knowing what else there was to say. Not wanting to just sit in silence, Alexander decided to launch into some story about just why he was so jaded.

Normally when you were anxious, you rubbed your lanyard. You didn’t have a lanyard that you could fidget with, so you began rubbing circles into your sock-covered ankle. As he talked about this ex-girlfriend of his that made him so cautious about having another relationship, you simply continued to look at your crossed legs as you added pressure and continued to rub your ankle. “(Y/n),” Alexander said, getting you to pause just long enough for him to take your hand. It was enough for you to stop rubbing your ankle, but not enough to calm the anxiety that was coursing through your veins.

After Alexander finished his story, which ended with the girl graduating and going home for the summer before she left to California for grad school, you were once again just sitting there. You don’t exactly remember how it happened, but somehow the two of you ended up with his head in your lap, you playing with his hair as the two of you sat in silence. For once, Alexander didn’t feel the need to fill the emptiness hanging in the air between the two of you. It wasn’t until his phone chimed that the two of you were broken out of the bubble you’d allowed yourselves to fall into. Now you would have to face reality and the fact that this little thing you had going didn’t exist anymore.

That reality didn’t even last a week. That Saturday, you were working on an English assignment in your dorm, your roommate was gone with her family yet again, and your phone lit up with a text from him. Admittedly, you were the one that had texted him first. You had been bored out of your mind without your roommate or friends available to just talk, but that was hours ago. You looked between your phone and laptop, deciding that you deserved at least a little break from your assignment.

From: Alexander 12:01 am

Hey, what’s up?

To: Alexander 12:05 am

Working on an English assignment. You?

From: Alexander 12:10 am

Debate research at the policy library

You paused, knowing the library he was talking about. It was the same one he worked at, and you knew it was really close to your dorm building. You tried to convince yourself to be strong - after all, this man was the same one that had you depression eating a 22-inch pizza with your roommate just days earlier - but your heart decided to say screw it.

To: Alexander 12:16 am

Fun. What’s the debate on?

At your question, Alexander sent a long explanation of the debate topic and the stance his team had taken. You smiled at his explanation, not really being able to relate. When you told him it sounded interesting, he replied with something that made you put your phone down completely and just look at your laptop like it was the camera and you were on The Office.

From: Alexander 12:45 am

Yeah, it’s really cool. You should come and I can show you.

To: Alexander 12:56 am

Nah, some girl got mugged earlier this week around there so I’ll pass.

From: Alexander 1:04 am

But I’m alone and it’s spooky :(

To: Alexander 1:09 am

I literally just said that a girl got mugged over there and you’re still tryna make me walk there alone at one in the morning? I’m not tryna do that especially since I let my roommate borrow my pepper spray

From: Alexander 1:13 am

Alright

The two of you kept talking for about another hour until you finally told him that you were giving up on your English assignment for the night. It was late enough that none of the other girls in your hall were awake so you decided to take a shower and take advantage of the hot water that would be available. When you got out of the shower, you found another text waiting for you.

From: Alexander 2:34 am

Do you wanna hang out?

To: Alexander 2:53 am

Sure, if you still wanna

To: Alexander 2:54 am

Sorry, I was in the shower

From: Alexander 3:00 am

I thought you were ghosting me for a second haha

From: Alexander 3:00 am

I’ll head over in a bit, I just need to do one more thing before I’m done for the night

To: Alexander 3:03 am

Alright, I’m gonna go ahead and start watching a movie. Text me when you’re here

You silently reprimanded yourself, but you couldn’t help but be excited to see him again. You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, already knowing that you weren’t going to put on any makeup. Hell, if he wanted to come over at 3 in the morning after you’d already started getting ready for bed, he could handle seeing you without makeup and in your pajamas. You brushed your teeth and went back to your room, getting ready to turn on the movie you’d felt like watching for a while. It didn’t take long for Alexander to get to your building; you were about twenty minutes into the movie when he texted for you to let him into the building.

“Yeah, I was just watching a movie,” you told him as you entered your room. You did a quick scan of the room and realized it was a bit messier than when he’d last been there. “Excuse the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Alexander brushed it off. You sat on your bed and Alexander quickly followed suit after taking off his shoes and socks. You resumed the movie, pressed against the wall slightly as you tried not to lean against Alexander. Your twin size bed didn’t exactly give you the space that you needed to actually distance yourself from him, so you were doing your best here. You didn’t really know how to act now that the two of you weren’t anything, so you went back to closing yourself off and trying to rebuild the walls that Alexander had gotten past in the first place. This went on for about twenty more minutes before the unspoken tension between the two of you became too uncomfortable for Alexander. “Do you want to cuddle?”

You nodded, knowing that it would be more comfortable than how the two of you currently were. You moved yourself into a comfortable position, your head resting against Alexander’s chest with your eyes focused on your laptop screen in front of the both of you. You relished the feeling of being in Alexander’s arms again, the comfort that his presence brought you despite what you’d already been put through this week. Sometime during the movie, you felt Alexander press a kiss to the top of your head, his facial hair scratching slightly against your scalp. You already knew that your undoing was coming.

When the movie finished, you got up to put your laptop back on your desk before getting back on the bed with Alexander. Once again a tension had settled over the room, but it wasn’t the same awkward air that had plagued the two of you almost a couple hours ago. Before you could put a name to it, Alexander leaned forward and the two of you were kissing. It started out sweet and tentative, like the two of you were getting reacquainted, before turning into something hungrier. It didn’t take long for things to turn less innocent, and as Alexander was between your thighs, he kept panting into your neck about how much he’d missed you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but think about how no matter what he was saying, he’d already made it clear the two of you couldn’t truly be together. Were you really willing to attempt to fool yourself like this?

It turned out you were. You and Alexander continued to talk, much to your roommate’s dismay. Despite the warning signs, and how things had turned out just a week earlier, it really seemed like things between you and Alexander were getting better. You hung out about once a week, hooking up about as often, but you were talking more and felt like you were actually getting to know one another more than when you’d stopped talking. You only had a few more weeks before you went home for Thanksgiving, and it seemed like Alexander was making the most of them to spend time with you before you had to leave.

Thanksgiving week was quickly approaching, and your flight home was coming up just as fast. Classes got cancelled the day before they were supposed to finish for the week, and almost immediately after the email was sent out, Alexander sent you a text. Within twenty minutes he invited you over, and since you were already done packing your suitcase, you were on the bus to go to his place. Things proceeded as they normally did: cuddles while watching something on Netflix, kissing, and then hooking up. You were in his bed afterwards, wearing the same shirt he had given you that first night you slept over, looking at where your fingers intertwined with his. You couldn’t help the feeling deep inside you that knew this was a bad idea, that you’d never truly get the domesticity that you craved with him, but you were content for the moment.

The next morning, you woke up before him. You needed to go back to your dorm to get your suitcase and then head over to the airport, but you stayed in bed for a little while longer, taking in Alexander’s sleeping form. There was something about the peaceful look on his face, the tension that was normally in his body gone. You didn’t get out of bed and start getting ready until you needed to if you didn’t want to miss your flight. After you got ready, you sat there for a second, debating just taking the shirt you’d slept in. You liked it, it reminded you of Alexander and made you feel like you were his when you wore it. Even if that wasn’t the case, you liked fooling yourself for just a moment.

“You look cute,” Alexander mumbled, still half asleep as he looked at you from his bed. You startled slightly at the sound of his voice, not realizing he’d woken up. You mumbled a thank you, smiling over at him. The sleepy smile he responded with was enough to make up your mind about the shirt.

“Hey, I’m taking your shirt,” you told him. You were taking it either way.

“You want to take my shirt?” Alexander asked.

“Can I?” Your confidence and bravado suddenly disappearing. You hadn’t expected Alexander to question you. In all honesty, you thought he was still asleep enough to just agree to let you take it.

“If you want to,” Alexander said.

“Alright.” With that, you put the shirt in your overnight bag. You got up, pausing for a second at his bedroom door. “I’ll see you in like a week then.”

“Okay. Talk to you later,” Alexander said, sitting up in bed to watch you go. You nodded, leaving the room and the apartment before rushing to catch the bus back to the closest stop to your dorm.

When you were home, you and Alexander still talked almost every day. You told him more about your hometown, your friends, even a bit about your family. He brought up how it’d be the first time you two didn’t go to Columbia’s football game together, and that he’d miss you while he was there. It really seemed like the two of you were beginning to cross that line from whatever casual thing you had going to an actual relationship, and you couldn’t help but be hopeful even though there was still that little nagging feeling that whatever this was would never last.

The feeling lasted about another week. You were back in New York, but the both of you had been too busy to meet up except for once the day after you’d gotten back. Finals were approaching fast, and you just wanted to see Alexander for a little while because you knew that once finals week actually got here, the two of you really wouldn’t have any time to spend together. You’d agreed to meet to go to the movies during Dead Week, but the night before he told you that he was getting sick so he didn’t know if he’d be well enough to go. You were fine with that, you understood, so you asked if maybe he just wanted to stay in then.

Alexander asked you why you wanted to see him. You admitted that you liked spending time with him. That was the end of it, the two of you didn’t meet up that day. The next day the two of you ended up meeting up in your unit’s dining hall. He asked if you wanted to come over, and you said sure, you just needed to grab some things from your dorm. Your roommate was out that night with her boyfriend, so you invited Alexander in. He watched as you packed your things for the night, bringing your laptop so you could work on one of your final papers while he studied. It wasn’t until you’d gotten back from the bathroom to grab your toothbrush that Alexander got your attention with a call of your name. You stopped putting things in your backpack, looking over at him.

“Listen,” Alexander said, standing in the middle of your room. “I don’t think you should come over tonight.” Your smile fell. You could already tell where this was going. He would tell you that he didn’t know what he wanted, but he knew that he wasn’t ready for a relationship, and then the two of you wouldn’t talk for about a week until one of you broke and gave in to the temptation. You did what you did best in a situation where you knew you were about to get hurt: you shut down. You stopped listening to the words coming out of his mouth, not wanting to have to process them.

“Yeah, I kinda noticed you haven’t been responding and stuff. I was gonna tell you if I was getting annoying or something to let me know, cuz I know I can be a bit much,” you told him once he had paused for your reaction. Every insecurity you had came back full force, trying to convince you that this was your fault. You’d been texting him too much, you’d been trying to see him too much, you’d been too much. Maybe he’d just liked you because you’d hyped him up and made him feel good about himself, and now he was done using that energy that you’d put forward so he was done with you. It wouldn’t be anything new; you were used to people doing that exact same thing to you. You only had 18 years to your life, you shouldn’t have been used to that, but you were.

“Yeah, you’ve been a bit clingy lately. I think I just need a bit of space,” Alexander told you. You nodded, not exactly trusting yourself to say anything. You already felt choked up, and you didn’t want Alexander to see the effect his words had on you. Space. The nice way of saying he didn’t want you in his life anymore. Sure, you’d never been in a real relationship before, but you knew what space meant. Barely any couples recovered from taking a bit of space, and you and Alexander weren’t even a real couple. He continued to say something about probably talking to you later in the week, but it was already Wednesday and you knew he wouldn’t get his shit together in two days.

“Okay,” you finally said once you swallowed the lump in your throat. A single word just to make sure you had control over your voice. You began taking your things for the night out of your backpack, leaving your academic necessities. Your voice didn’t waver, so you continued. “Looks like I’m going to the library then.”

“I should probably leave,” Alexander finally said after a few tense moments.

“Yeah, you should,” you agreed. You needed him to go so you could react somehow. Currently your closet was looking very punchable, and you really didn’t need him to see you like that. Alexander stayed in his spot, though, unsure what to do. You were caught in this weird stand off in the middle of your room, but you weren’t going to be the one to back off. Finally Alexander moved to give you a hug, and you gave in to that with a little half hug, the kind that you gave to people you weren’t completely comfortable with. Alexander finally left your room after that, and you just stared at your backpack for a couple minutes before giving into your racing heart and going over to your closet. You slammed your fist against the side of it before hissing slightly in pain. You shook your hand as you walked back to get your backpack from your bed. Just giving in to that need to hit something was already making you feel better, but you did have to go work on your final paper. You figured Alexander had enough time to leave the immediate proximity of your building, so you made your way down to the undergraduate library, a little farther from the policy library just in case Alexander had decided to go study there instead of going home.

When you were at the library, you decided to do something that was long overdue. You muted your conversation with Alexander so his notifications wouldn’t go through and changed his contact name to remind yourself not to interact in case you were going to give in to your stupid heart. Just doing that was enough to make you feel like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders already. You buckled down to get to work, this essay due in less than a week with about eight more pages of work still left to do. After a few hours you got a text from your mom, and when you went to check the notification for that, you saw that Alexander had already sent you something.

You opened the message despite every instinct telling you not to. It was some picture that you’d seen on Tumblr a lot, the cat with the wizard hat that said you’d pass your finals. In any other situation you’d find it cute, but not now. How was he going to try to do that when only hours earlier he had told you he needed space from you because you were clingy? No, he didn’t get to do that to you.

To: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 10:46 pm

Don’t.

That one word made you feel like you had some kind of power. It gave you a bit of a rush, if you were being honest. You closed the conversation, not wanting to even think about Alexander. If he wanted space, then you would give him his fucking space.

A few days passed and you were starting to do better without Alexander in your life. Sure, you missed talking to him, but he needed his space. The only contact you had with him was streak snaps: a black screen with a red ‘S’ so the streak wouldn’t die. You’d finished your essay and now you were just working on the study guide for another class in the library. You were getting bored of it, so you decided to get on your phone and text some of your friends from home. As you went to your messages, you saw that last message to Alexander. Don’t. It still gave you that rush of power, but you knew that you sent it when you were hurt more than anything. Mumbling to yourself about how it was a bad idea and you were stupid for doing it, you sent him a text wishing him luck on his finals. That was all you did, not even bothering to change the contact name or unmute the conversation; you tried to rationalize it as Alexander was a senior and he really needed to pass his finals but you knew that you wanted an excuse to talk to him again.

He didn’t respond for hours. You were in your dorm with your roommate, talking about your finals schedules. She had two finals the next day and two the day after, but after that she was finished and would be moving out for winter break the day after her last final. You only had two in class finals, but you had two final papers to write and your last final was on Friday so you had to stay the entire week. You’d almost forgotten about texting Alexander when you finally saw that he had responded. Once again your mom had sent you a text and seeing his was collateral damage.

From: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 8:35 pm

Thanks

From: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 8:35 pm

Sorry I’ve been absent lately, I’ve been focusing on finals

That made you pause. Why was he acting like you’d been texting him nonstop, trying to regain his attention? He wasn’t absent, you’d been ignoring him. Hell, you weren’t even going to wish him luck on his finals, you were willing to go on break without talking to him again. But no, you just had to feel bad about how you left it and now he was acting like he had the upper hand again. He may have thought he had the upper hand, but you knew that he didn’t. You’d already been through so much with him that you couldn’t afford to let him have the upper hand anymore.

You knew that once he texted you back, that was it. The two of you started texting again, but not like you had before he told you that you’d been clingy and he needed space. You only had a few days before your flight back home, and you needed closure. You needed to know if there was any hope for the two of you to be in a relationship or if you were free to continue looking for something serious with someone from home. You already knew what you needed to do, even though you wanted to give him one last chance to stop it. The both of you had your last finals on Friday, and you were leaving Saturday. You never discussed meeting up afterwards, but you had a strong feeling that you would end up meeting up. You were packing your suitcase on Friday night, getting everything ready for your flight the next day, when Alexander texted you.

From: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 10:05 pm

Hey, I just finished my last final. Wanna hang out?

To: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 10:09 pm

Sure. I’m packing so if you wanna come here then you can

From: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 10:15 pm

You don’t want to come over? :(

To: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 10:19 pm

Aren’t you still on campus?

From: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 10:20 pm

Yeah

To: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 10:21 pm

Let’s meet at the fountain then. Give me like ten minutes and I’ll be there

From: Alexander (DO NOT INTERACT YOU DUMB BITCH) 10:21 pm

Alright, see you then

You were already mostly done with packing, and you knew you’d be back before your ride came to take you to the airport. You quickly finished, leaving out only the things you’d need in order to get ready in the morning. You grabbed your coat and pulled on your boots, braving the cold just so you could get your answers. Walking to the fountain didn’t take too long, but in the cold it felt like it took forever. Alexander was sitting on the edge of the fountain, looking at his phone as he was bundled up. Lights from the lampposts nearby lit Alexander just enough that you could see his features turning pink from the cold air. “Hey,” you said as you walked up.

“Hey,” Alexander said, a bright smile on his face as he stood. He went in for a hug, and you obliged with a full hug. You liked the feeling of being in his arms, savoring it for just a second before breaking away. “So, you wanna head back to my apartment?”

“Actually, I kinda just wanna walk around a bit first if that’s cool,” you told him.

“Yeah, of course,” Alexander said, taking your hand and starting down the path through campus. You walked in silence for a few minutes, taking in the campus for what was going to be the last time for a little over a month. It was a peaceful kind of beauty, and you could almost fool yourself that you were here, spending one last night in New York with your boyfriend before going home. But you weren’t doing any of that. You were taking the time to walk through campus, holding hands with someone that you didn’t even know where you stood with them. That reminder was all you needed.

“I’m going home tomorrow. My flight leaves at 1, I have to be out of the dorms at 10,” you said, breaking the silence that blanketed the two of you.

“I’m going to miss you,” Alexander said with a squeeze to your hand, shocking you slightly. Sure, he’d said that he would miss you before, but a week later he told you that you were clingy and he needed space.

“Don’t do that,” you told him, a near plead. Alexander looked down at you, confusion evident.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Make this harder than it already is.” You took a breath, steadying yourself. You’d practiced this so many times in your head, but actually doing it was so much harder than you could’ve imagined. “Alexander, I think it’s best if we don’t see each other next semester.”

“What? Why?” Alexander asked, a slight panic now present in his voice. It was the first time he seemed worried about losing you. You took your hand from him, needing a bit of space in order to do this. How ironic.

“Because of all of this. You never give me a clear answer when I ask what this is. You tell me that we can’t do this as a relationship, and I pretend to be okay with it, but then you start texting me again and we’re right back where we started. You keep me around as your little ego boost, and I can’t do this anymore. Maybe it’s my fault, maybe I’m expecting too much from you, but I can’t continue whatever this is. You need to figure out what you want, and I don’t want to just be dragged around for the ride while you figure it out. I’m sorry,” you told him.

“You’re not an ego boost-”

“Then what am I?” You cut him off. “I’m not your girlfriend, you’ve made that much obvious. You couldn’t even tell me if all of this was just a matter of convenience for you when I asked. Alexander, I’m trying to protect my heart here. I told you to let me know what this was before I got too emotionally involved, but here I am, more involved than you are.” Your voice started wavering, the weight of all of this finally hitting you. “Tell me that you actually like me, not just hooking up with me. Tell me that you want to make this an actual relationship, not just continue playing with my emotions while you get out of this without a mark.”

“You know I’m not ready for a relationship,” Alexander argued. “I like you, but the time just isn’t right!”

“Then how is that fair to me?! You don’t want me around in the same way I want you. I don’t want to do this, but I need to so I can minimize damage here. I don’t want to be hurting over someone that never pictured me as anything beyond a hook up,” you said, letting all your frustrations from the past few months show. You’d been trying to spare his feelings by hiding your own whenever he had done something that hurt you, but you were done. He deserved to see how he had ruined you, and if that hurt him, then he should have thought twice about playing with your emotions like this. “I’m sorry, Alexander, but I can’t do this anymore.”

With that, you turned around and walked back the same way the two of you had come, hands stuffed in your pockets. You heard Alexander calling your name, but you didn’t spare him a glance. He had already made his decision, so here you were making yours. Your phone was vibrating in your pocket as you continued walking back to the dorm, but you didn’t want to check it. You already knew it was him.

When you left the dorm the next morning, you couldn’t help but check the messages from Alexander. Apologies, asking you to come back, messages saying that he wanted to spend the night with you even if nothing happened. You closed the conversation, not wanting to respond just yet. You didn’t even know if you wanted to respond at all. Alexander had occupied a lot of your time and energy during the first semester, and you didn’t know if you could continue this game he had you in. No matter what decision you made, you knew it would come at the cost of your heart. Sometimes the toughest decisions were the right ones to make, but you didn’t know just yet if you were making the right decision.

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izzygyrl · 5 years

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A Mr. Philip Hamilton {Fem!Child!Reader x Boy!Philip Hamilton}

I saw Hamilton over the New Year and LOVED IT! I will now be writing for Hamilton the show as a one shot option! Here’s my first of them! This might turn into a multi-part one shot series! Hope you enjoy and feedback is always welcome!

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Words: 2,131

Imagine: 5 year old reader meets 7 year old Philip Hamilton as her father has a meeting with Mr. Alexander Hamilton and President Washington

Contains: Cute, Fluffy, Children.

Time Period: Hamiltime (1789)

Translations:

(Y/N)=Your Name

(L/N)=Last Name

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“Shhhh (Y/N), darling, you need to stay quiet and try to stay still. Daddy’s almost done.” Your mother told you, as she held your five year old squirming body in her lap, and you watched from down the hall as your father and two other men were having a meeting. You had been sitting here for some time now and you were quite done with waiting for your father. That, and being five years old and having to sit still and stay quiet for a long time wasn’t your cup of tea.

It was also the fact that at that particular moment you were craving your father’s attentions. You were going through the clingy phase and it was your father who you had chosen to focus your attentions on. You were your father’s daughter, and he treated you like a princess. In your five year old brain, it was almost as if he were ignoring you right now!

Your mother had told you that ‘Daddy needed to meet with the President’. And that the President was the man who was in charge of the colonies. And that it was very important for Daddy to see him.

But that didn’t mean anything to you.

You then watched as the three of them suddenly disappeared from your sight. This quickly caused you to panic. You slipped from your mother's grasp, running as fast as you could down the hall, causing her to jump up, but with her layers of skirts she was no match for you, as you took off and ran down the enormously long hall.

After what seemed like a long time you reached the spot where your father and the men had disappeared, and you were puzzled to find they were nowhere in sight. Where had they gone?!

“(Y/N) (L/N) get back here right now young lady!” Your mother hissed out as she neared your spot still barreling towards you. Ignoring her, you ran off towards the closest door. It was ajar, and you peeked inside, and you spotted your father and the men. Overfilled with relief and joy that you had found your sire, you pushed the door open and ran into the room, surprising the three men. “DADDY!” You cried out hobbling towards him on your chubby baby legs your little dress, making a swishing sound as you did so.

“(Y/N)!” Your father said, shock in his tone. You ran to him, not seeing the embarrassment in his gaze as he glanced apologetically at the two men, both whom were trying not to chuckle. Your father scooped you up into his arms and turned back to the two men. “My apologies Mr. President, Secretary Hamilton--,” Your father began to stutter out.

“It’s quite alright my good sir.” One of the men said. He was tall and had a very fancy suit on, that had shoulder tassels, that moved when he did. You were suddenly enamored with one of his shiny buttons at his collar, and began staring at it.

The man seemed to notice, for he chuckled and bent his head down to meet your eyes. “Who is this, that I have the pleasure of meeting today?” He said, and your eyes met his and you suddenly got shy and put your head into the crook of your fathers neck, while still peeking out at the man.

“Mr. President, Secretary Hamilton, this is my daughter, (Y/N).” He said and bounced you in his arms once causing you to gaze at the two men.

“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you Miss (L/N).” The man with the fancy shoulder tassels said. “I’m am President Washington. This is my friend Secretary Hamilton.” The other man--Secretary Hamilton, had the same coat as President Washington, however he didn’t have the shoulder tassels to your disappointment. You liked how they looked. However, he had a kind smile as he gazed at you with deep chocolate eyes. You liked him immediately.

“Can you say hello to the President and Secretary Hamilton (Y/N)?” Your father asked.

“Hello Mr. President. Hello Mr. Hamilton.” You said in a soft voice causing President Washington to smile, and Secretary Hamilton to give you a nod in greeting.

“(Y/N)! There you are!” You were turned away from the men as your mother's voice reached your ears. You immediately hid your head back into your fathers neck, peeking out towards the door where the voice had come from. She was in the doorway, her red dress taking up most of the doorway, her bonnet loose from her head. “I apologize gentleman--.” She began to say, but the President held up a hand.

“It’s alright Mrs. (L/N). You have quite a charming little daughter.” He said with a smile.

“She’s been going through a phase where she’s been clinging to her father.” Your mother told the men as she entered the room, to which they chuckled. You clung tightly to your father and he rubbed your back with a large hand.

“Quiet natural for a babe to want her father.” The president commented.

“I think I should have my family go home in the carriage. This could be a while.” Your father said to the men.

“Actually-.” Mr. Hamilton said, a gleam in his eye. “I have an idea.” He said.

You watched as he went to the door and called an attendant. He whispered something to them before walking back to you. He then met your eyes. “Miss (L/N), we need to talk to your daddy for a little longer. You see the President need his help.” He told you. Your eyes widened and you turned to President Washington. “You need my daddy’s help? But you’re the president!” You said to President Washington who smiled but said nothing, as Secretary Hamilton continued.

“Yes but your daddy has something we need. Now how about while we talk you can make a new friend?” He asked giving you a warm smile. You lifted your head from your fathers shoulder and gazed at Mr. Hamilton. You thought about it and then nodded to which Mr. Hamilton replied. “Great!”

Just then, there was a knock. Once again, everyone turned and there, in the doorway was a beautiful young woman, in a beautiful, baby blue dress with a young boy by her side. He had wild curly black hair, and an olive complexion. Your father set you down and you quickly hid behind his coat tails and legs.

“Ah just in time.” Mr. Hamilton said.

“Eliza, I’d like you to meet, Mr. (L/N), his wife and their daughter.” Mr. Hamilton said to the woman who nodded to your parents and gave you a kind smile. You peeked out through your father's coat tails at her curiously.

“Miss (L/N) may I?” And you looked up to see Mr. Hamilton, reaching his hand out. You hesitated glancing up at your father who nodded in approval, before taking the man's large hand that dwarfed your small one.

“Miss (Y/N), I’d like you to meet my son Philip Hamilton.” He said as he led you to the young boy. As you got closer you saw he looked a lot like his father. They had the same facial structure and eyes. However his hair was much curlier than his father's. He also had a ton of freckles that, for some reason you thought were really pretty. He wore a blue breasted coat over a white shirt with little white breeks, white stockings and black shoes.

“Phillip this is Miss (Y/N). I was hoping you could show her, and her mother the gardens while the president and I talked to her father. Can you do that for me son?” He asked. Phillip looked at his father and nodded, before he turned his gaze to you and gave a little bow. He then offered his arm. You looked at your mother, and saw she was beaming. She nodded and you curtsied before you took his arm.

Together, you then walked out with the boy.

As you left the room, you peeked over your shoulder to see your father, President Washington and Secretary Hamilton along with your mother and Mrs. Hamilton, gazing at you and Philip with smiles and bemused looks.

As you walked down the hall with Philip, he seemed to not say anything at first. You saw your mother and his, were following a few feet behind introducing themselves to each other before diving into a conversation.

You faced forward and peeked at Philip. He was half an inch taller, if not an inch taller than you. Later that evening you would find out from your mother, that Philip was actually two years older than you at seven years old.

As Philip led you to the gardens, you finally broke the silence between the two of you. “So do you talk?” You asked. Philip gave you a puzzled look, before speaking up. “Of course I can talk!” He said hotly. You shrugged. “Oh.”

“Do you live nearby?” He asked you. You nodded. “I live in Manhattan near the Hudson a few blocks from the college.” You told him. He nodded but didn’t say anything else.

You turned a corner, and finally reached the gardens. Philips mother opened the doors and you and Philip slipped through. Philip showed you the fruit trees, and the beautiful flowers that lined the gardens walls. You were taken by the amazing fragrances, and colors you saw. It was very different from Manhattans city streets. Philips mothers and yours sat in some lawn chairs nearby, watching you both while chatting.

Within five minutes both you and Philip were sitting on the the lawn of the garden, playing some game that only he and you understood. He didn’t talk much but he was really nice. He taught you how to count to ten in French while you taught him to count in Latin.

You were so caught up in your antics with the young Hamilton, that you didn’t see your father, Philip’s father and President Washington slip into the garden after about 20 minutes. The three men stepped up to the two mothers and all five adults watched quietly as you tried to teach Philip the colors in Latin.

“He’s been teaching her French and she’s been teaching him Latin.” Mrs. Hamilton gushed to the three men, who looked at the pair of you with affectionate gazes.

“Are you ready to leave my dear?” Your father asked your mother. Your mother gazed at Mrs. Hamilton and then to you and Philip. “Yes I believe so. Thank you Mrs. Hamilton for your company.” Your mother said rising from her seat, Mrs. Hamilton following suit before both women curtsied to each other. “It was my pleasure. It seems my son has taken a shine to your dear little daughter.” Mrs. Hamilton said with chuckle, and the adults saw Phillip calming you down, as he helped a ladybug out of your hair.

“So it seems.” Your father said, sharing a look with Secretary Hamilton, who was looking at his son proudly. “I’ll grab (Y/N).” He said. “I’ll accompany you.” Mr. Hamilton said.

It was Philip who noticed the pair of fathers first. “Hello Father.” He said. You turned around to see your father and Mr. Hamilton standing over you. “Hello Philip.” Secretary Hamilton said. Both you and Philip stood up. “Did you have fun my sweet?” Your father asked you. You nodded. “I did father. Philip taught me some French and I taught him some Latin!” You said proudly. Both fathers shared a look before your father squatted down to your level. “I’m glad you had fun, but it’s time to go.” Your father told you. He was surprised to see a look of disappointment appear on your face. You nodded. “Okay father.” You said. You then turned to Philip and gave him a little curtsy, Philip followed your lead and bowed to you. “Thank you for your time, Philip.” You said to the boy. He nodded. “It was my pleasure, Miss (Y/N).” He said.

You were then whisked away by your father. As you exited the garden you looked up at your father. “Can I come see Philip again?” You asked him. Your father glanced down at you, before sharing a look with your mother. He then broke out into a smile. “I will talk with the Hamilton's but I believe that could be arranged, my darling.” He said.

You couldn’t help but smile at the answer. You then looked at your mother. “I’m going to need to find new things to teach Philip in Latin.”

Your parents could only share a knowing smile as they saw their daughter had made her first friend.

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hamilton-crap · 5 years

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Alright-y I'm gonna try to describe the characters as bestt as I can cause the app I use to draw is being a di-

Alexander Hamilton:

Runs on any type of caffeine

Wears nothing but hoodies and always puts his hair in a ponytail

Usually wears green

Kinda bitchy but generally loves people in his own screwed up, tsundere way

Usually sleeps throughout the day and eats the entire fridge afterwards

Actually he doesn't eat that much cause he's too busy "working" On whatever and sometimes won't eat for (at most) four days

Really wants a dog

Very bisexual and clingy to the people he loves romantically

John Laurens:

Naturally loves everyone, but if you piss him off he'll probably kill your pokemon

(If you're not into eddsworld, you can skip this one) imagine dear star boy tord. That's Laurens.

Owns a lot of pastel sweaters and flannels

"Country boy I love you. Ahhh-"

His favorite place is this weird abandoned garden he found next to an old gas station that's somehow still in business

Loves the beach

Is a vegan

Very gay but is kinds forced to be straight in front of his family

Hercules Mulligan:

Honestly, he's probably the best at hugging and cuddling

He's the biggest guy but he has the softest heart wtf

Somehow very light-handed

Sews the rest of the guys outfits of they need it, but gets in really heavy artists block since he works better with females

He's probably the most responsible out of the five, well I mean not with drinking but-

Basically follows the guys around to monitor them or when he's bored

Did I mention he's basically their father-

Him and Laurens draw together

Loves Burr's cat

I mean, even though he's a soft boye he'll probably dunk salt and ice on your face in your sleep-

Knits/crochets scarves during autumn and winter

Is actually a closeted brony

Also very bisexual

Gilbert Lafayette:

Sassy bitch-

Usually dresses in what is considered as "girl clothes" But when he's really comfortable or.. depressed- he'll dress in lounge clothes

Makes sandwiches for them when Hercules is out or something

If someone tells him to take a shower, he'll give an excuse cause he's probably being lazy

Him and Peggy own a Katana collection together and name certain swords

Is into hentai but he doesn't jack off to it he just looks at it and laughs

He's too tall for his own good

He would seem like the stereotypical dainty gay guy but he can chug like five bottles of beer in like twenty seconds-

Really good at fighting games

Claims Hercules is "his" And actually sometimes sleeps with him? (Let me have fun. Also mind out the gutter WAIT-)

Pretty pansexual

Peggy Schuyler:

Hecking weeb

Plays video games all night if she can

"L8r zits"*heelies away*

Once thought Lafayette was pretty attractive before she found out he was with Hercules

Once accidentally dated her cousin

Ended up committing suicide at a really young age

Thinks she's unimportant sometimes

One thicc bih

She's friends with basically everyone

Hangs out with Laurens in his garden and they make each other flower crowns

Sneaks into the guy's house and has anime nights with Lafayette and Laurens at 3am

Sleeps a lot

"TEN POINTS FOR HUFFLEPUFF-"

(I almost forgot to put burr in here-)

Aaron Burr:

No one knows him except the four guys and the sisters

Really good friends with alex and Eliza though

Never gets what he wants but he's okay with that most of the time

Hecking smart stop it

Even though he's like the smartest one he still doesn't communicate with his roommates so he's second most responsible cause they all need verbal help(almost all of them have some sort of therapy-)

Looks really good in maroon and purple

Owns a cat he named after his high school crush(you can just guess)

Eliza Schuyler:

Literally the sweetest thing wtf

Likes to read in cafes

Cares about everyone

Her and Laurens talk a lot about Alex while they do each other's hair

She would probably kill you too wait wtf is happening-

It's pretty hard to snap her though

Unless you mess with her family and friends then she automatically gets a switchblade out

Dresses in really nice clothes but never brags about her money

Really humble

Doesn't understand most trends

Shy bean

Claims she's straight but would probably date a girl at least once

Angelica Schuyler:

"I'm a bad bitch you can't kill me"

The one that owns the switch blades

If we guy calls out a wolf-whistle at her she'll probably spazz on you

Reads a lot for who's she's known to be (a stereotypical rich girl who's mean to.. Idk everyone?)

Is done with your shit

Thinks all guys are some sort of evil but loves them anyway

Works out a lot (sometimes with Hercules)

She's pretty heterosexual

Lmao who's reading all of this i still have more characters-

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loyalservants · 6 years

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( Plotted starter with @hamiltonbutworse )

MARTHA had to refrain from giggling, her smile forming could easily be mistaken for bashfulness instead of a mischievous one. This Alexander Hamilton really thought he was charming her. Well, he was a lot like her Thomas when they first met. In a party, Martha sipping on her drink while being alone. Only this time it was in Washington’s little party (A gathering between coworkers, said Thomas) and her husband was actually alive, just spending time with his best friend. Not that Martha minded. She always believed that her husband deserved some time with his friends. She was not the clingy significant other that demanded her spouse to only pay attention to her. She liked a bit of space and privacy sometimes. The English Literature teacher had a life, too, after all.

But that was when Mister Alexander Hamilton walked into her life. He had so much confidence in his aura, his stride unbreakable and a very flirtatious grin on his face. All this despite the fact she was three inches taller than him, excluding her high heels that she was wearing, of course. He sat beside her and had begun talking. Thinking it would be fun to mess with Alexander (and her husband, as she knew of their little rivalry). ❝ So you’re the famous Alexander Hamilton? ❞ She asked him after sipping on her drink. ❝ I heard so much about you. ❞

#hamiltonbutworse #First Lady of Virginia ( Martha Wayles Threads )#Of Spectacles And Pens ( Martha Wayles Modern Verse )

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spilledkauffie · 7 years

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Hamilton HC Masterlist!

Because I love you all! just kidding, it’s because Kauffie didn’t sleep last night so she made this, but I do love you ♡ Titled for what they include! Some include more than one and are under several. Not in any particular order. Other masterlists: Main | Preferences | Spooky

King George III: Being married Types of kisses Hands nsfw + fluff SFW Alphabet NSFW Alphabet

Alexander Hamilton: Playing hard to get Significant other having kids already How he kisses Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Southern s/o Tomboys s/o Depression + Anxiety s/o Breakdown due to work s/o Horny s/o Rollerblade date Insomniac s/o Seeing you in a breathtaking dress Small but ‘fight me’ s/o With pets Cons of dating Proposing Being turned on Coming home to reader asleep Waking up next to S/o with their sweatpants on Seducing someone S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Seducing their already lover Being smooth with his words to you Clingy s/o S/o worries he’ll go back to Eliza Sleeping with Alex (non-sexually) Doing s/o makeup SFW Alphabet NSFW Alphabet SD!Alex Comforting after a long day Finding his father? Equestrian reader Reader doesn’t want kids Silent hugs Day before the wedding How protective Asking about BJs What allergy would they have

Philip Hamilton: Shy!Philip Small,shy,insecure s/o Hands nsfw + fluff Being close to Philip after Reynolds pamphlet Going to Disney / wedding day / when you’re sad When you’re sick Kink talk S/o waiting until marriage Talks without thinking Prone to fainting s/o Christmas time Jealous Valentine’s Day As a husband S/o has food poisoning Drunk s/o NSFW Alphabet Wet dreams Comforting after a long day Silent hugs Day before the wedding

Thomas Jefferson: Playing hard to get Significant other having kids already Significant other being pregnant Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Depression + Anxiety s/o How he kisses Shy appearing, but freak in the sheets s/o Breakdown due to work s/o Rollerblade date Horny s/o Proposing Cons of dating Waking up next to Small but ‘fight me’ s/o Hands nsfw + fluff S/o with their sweatpants on S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Depressed reader Jealous/protective of reader Significantly short s/o S/o having an anxiety attack, immobilised Doing s/o makeup S/o speaks French NSFW Alphabet NSFW Alphabet Lovesick With a baby

Lovesick!Thomas: Part 1 // Part 2 Original Drabble Asked out on Valentine’s day by reader Going on a date First time First kiss One year anniversary First fight Pregnant reader NSFW Alphabet

Hercules Mulligan: Significant other having kids already Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Playing hard to get Kink talk Horny s/o Rollerblade date Depression + Anxiety s/o Breakdown due to work s/o Insomniac s/o Seeing you in a breathtaking dress How he kisses Being turned on Small but ‘fight me’ s/o Southern s/o Tomboys s/o With pets Proposing Cons of dating Coming home to reader asleep Waking up next to Seducing someone S/o with their sweatpants on S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Seducing their already lover Doing s/o makeup S/o on period NSFW Alphabet Comforting after a long day Equestrian reader Silent hugs Day before the wedding How protective Asking about BJs What allergy would they have

James Madison: Yandere!James (I tried) Significant other having kids already Significant other being pregnant Breakdown due to work s/o Hands nsfw + fluff Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Insomniac s/o Depression + Anxiety s/o Rollerblade date Proposing Pros + cons of dating Rained out date NSFW Alphabet

John Laurens: Significant other having kids already First date Playing hard to get Face riding nsfw Horny s/o Being turned on When you’re sick Breakdown due to work s/o Seeing you in a breathtaking dress Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling How he kisses Depression + Anxiety s/o Rollerblade date With pets Insomniac s/o Small but ‘fight me’ s/o Southern s/o Tomboys s/o Proposing Finding out you’re pregnant With pregnant reader Coming home to reader asleep Cons of dating Waking up next to Christmas time Seducing someone S/o with their sweatpants on S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Seducing their already lover Doing s/o makeup NSFW Alphabet Comforting after a long day Equestrian reader Silent hugs Day before the wedding How protective Asking about BJs What allergy would they have

Badboy!John: Christmas time Valentine’s x innocent reader

Marquis de Lafayette: Significant other having kids already Playing hard to get Small but ‘fight me’ s/o Horny s/o Being turned on Rollerblade date Insomniac s/o Depression + Anxiety s/o Breakdown due to work s/o How he kisses Shy appearing, but freak in the sheets s/o Seeing you in a breathtaking dress With pets Tomboys s/o Southern s/o Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Cons of dating Proposing Waking up next to Christmas time Seducing someone Coming home to reader asleep S/o with their sweatpants on S/o in their dress shirt, dancing around Seducing their already lover Unconfident reader Sexually shy s/o Loud, talkative s/o Doing s/o makeup After someone cheats S/o on period S/o speaks French SD x how they met Stripper!Laf s/o visiting him at work NSFW Alphabet Comforting after a long day Equestrian reader Silent hugs Day before the wedding How protective Asking about BJs What allergy would they have

Gladiator!Laf HCs: pt.1 Winning the reader Swords How they met Sneaking out to see him

Samuel Seabury:

Cons of dating NSFW Alphabet

George Washington: Significant other being pregnant Horny s/o Random Hcs Waking up next to Cuddles / Kisses N+SFW Alphabets

SugarDaddy!Gwash: Sugar!Daddy / Drabble / General HCs SD x insecure reader drabble SD x insecure reader SD x readers unsupportive fam SD x reader who’s worried about finals SD x reader who’s seductive without knowing it SD x reader who got hurt SD x reader after a fight SD x reader has anxiety attacks

Aaron Burr: Significant other being pregnant Rollerblade date Breakdown due to work s/o Being close to Philip (daughter) Depression + Anxiety s/o Comforting you after a panic attack caused by yelling Proposing Christmas time NSFW Alphabet

Poly!Hamilsquad: Kinks in bed Chubby s/o Drunk s/o S/O who doesn’t like Valentine’s Pregnant reader Bookworm s/o Energetic s/o S/o who doesn’t like to eat S/o who dances around to music S/o with substance abuse Hot headed reader Depressed s/o Seeing s/o crying S/o insecure in clothing How they fight Lingerie surprise Selectively mute s/o Reader stealing kisses

How they met (Roman AU)

Poly!pegulette (? Peggy + Herc + Laf): What it would be like to be the shortest Coming home to reader asleep

Poly!GCS (? King G III + Charles Lee + Seabury): General HCs

#spilledkauffie #HC MASTERLIST #I won't be home until 11:40pm (my time) so here ya go!

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ficsforforever · 7 years

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You're so cute when you pout like that (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Set in Hamiltime Being Aaron Burr's sister was a complicated position. You didn't share his idea of waiting for everything. You were quite the opposite. You got what you wanted when you wanted it. And right now you wanted a certain tall curly haired magenta coat wearing politician. You fixed your already perfect gown once more in the mirror. Aaron was standing off to the side dressed in a handsome but forgettable blue suit. You gave him a once over again raising an eyebrow at him. "You know, no one is going to remember you in that? Wouldn't you rather make an impression? Maybe then someone would pick you over Hamilton." You asked as he walked over to you. He scowled for a moment before shaking his head. He knew you were both trying to help and tease him. He crossed his arms giving you a once over teasingly. "You know if you wore magenta you'd get him attention." He raised an eyebrow back at you. "Would you rather I did?" You laughed as his face dropped. "We're going to be late. You better grab a shaw." He huffed pushing past you and back out of the room. You shook your head and followed him. He held his arm out to you as you walked down the street. The both of you tended to walk to these balls. Aaron hated drawing too much attention to himself. You rolled your eyes at the thought. He may have hated drawing attention but if you ever wanted to impress Thomas Jefferson you'd need to draw attention. As the two of you walked into the ballroom you scanned it quickly. Your eyes caught sight of his curly hair first then his magenta coat. Aaron was scanning the room as well and he dragged you with him as he caught sight of President Washington. You sighed as he dragged you with him trying to get his attention. You looked around the room as Aaron talked his language protracted and embellished. Your eyes landed on Jefferson again and you couldn't stop the small smile that crossed your features. Your smile dropped when he looked over at you and you made eye contact. He raised an eyebrow at you and you quickly turned back to the President. You had hoped you could sneak away from Aaron but he kept your arm in his. He didn't dance with anyone and that meant you couldn't. Sometimes you hated being his sister. You were giving up hope when you caught Eliza's eye. She smiled leaving Alexander's side and walking over to you. You gave a sigh of relief glad she caught your signals. "Mr. Burr, I'm sorry but I'm going to be stealing your sister away for a little while." She smiled grabbing your arm. "Oh. Alright. I'll find you in a little while (Y/n)." He said letting go of you for the first time that night. "Alright Aaron." You smiled and hurried away with Eliza. "Wow (y/n) when you told me he was overprotective you weren't exaggerating." She laughed putting her arm in yours and taking you over to where Alexander was. "I never do with him." You answered laughing. You couldn't help but pout a little as you made it over to Alexander. You knew you wouldn't get a chance to see Thomas from over here. There's no way that Thomas would ever voluntarily spend time with Alexander. You didn't notice him watching you from across the room the rest of the night. You enjoyed yourself as much as you could. When Aaron had had enough he walked over to you grabbing your arm again. "I think it's time we go home. After all I wouldn't want it to be too dark when we walk home." He smiled softly at the rest of the group. "Oh! Mr Burr I was hoping that (Y/N) could spend the night with me." Peggy jumped in quickly noticing your reluctance to leave. "I'm not sure about that." He frowned glancing over at you. "How about Eliza and I take her home after the ball is over?" Alexander offered quickly. "Fine fine. You be careful (Y/n). I'll see you later tonight. Remember what mother and father would expect." He let go of your arm and kissed your head before leaving. You sighed in relief nodding in thanks to Alex and Eliza. They smiled at you nodding back. "I'm going to get a drink. Thank you all." You laughed softly. You made your way over to the table with drinks. You grabbed one taking a drink. You glanced around the room again disappointed when you didn't see Thomas. This was your chance and he must have already left. As you set your drink down you didn't bother to stop the pout. You'd been planning this for a while now and Aaron had to ruin it. "You're so cute when you pout like that." A low voice with a southern accent whispered from behind you. You jumped a little turning and holding your hand against your heart. You glanced up meeting the eyes that went with the voice. You blushed a little at the sight of Thomas. "I hope that wasn't too forward. I didn't mean to frighten you." His eyes widened a little at your scared face. "Oh no. I... thank you." You smiled brushing your hair behind your ear. "I would have told you earlier but it seems it's impossible to get you away from Burr." He stepped closer to you giving you a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Oh yes. Aaron's quite... clingy at times." You didn't stop the eye roll. "That doesn't seem like something very proper to say about your suitor." He raised an eyebrow. "My suitor?... No! Aaron is my brother." You shook your head hiding the laugh. "Oh thank Jesus. I don't know what I would do now if you and he had been courting." He laughed and for once it reached his eyes. "And what does that mean?" You smiled up at him touching his arm. "Would you care to dance Miss Burr?" He asked giving you a small bow. "I would be honored Mr. Jefferson." You smiled taking his hand as he whisked you off to the dance floor. "So Miss Burr, may I ask just what put that cute pout on your beautiful face?" He asked smirking down at you as he twirled you perfectly. "Call me (y/n). And well.... I'd thought you'd left Mr. Jefferson, and I hadn't gotten a chance to say hello." You admitted blushing softly. "If I'm to call you (y/n) then call me Thomas. And believe me I wouldn't chance leaving before the ball was over for fear of not getting to see you." He charmed. "Thomas... if you talk like that people might assume we're courting." You blushed but couldn't bring yourself to look away from his dark eyes. "Rumors only grow...." he smirked his eyes flickering down to your lips. "Thomas!" You gasped. "I apologize. That was too forward. Let me try again. Would you allow me to court you?" He asked smiling as the song ended and you came to a stop. "Thomas. It would be my honor to court you." You smiled up at him. Thomas didn't hesitate giving you a quick but in his opinion a subtle kiss. You gasped but you didn't stop him. He pulled back after a moment holding your hand in his. You glanced over his shoulder seeing Alexander's wide eyes and open mouth. Eliza was laughing softly trying to get Alex to let it go. You grabbed Thomas's hand dragging him out of the ballroom. He followed you confused. "What was that for?" He asked as you finally stopped running. "Alexander was making his way over to us and he didn't look happy." You breathed out winded as your corset was a little too tight for running. "Well thank you for that. I didn't feel like fighting with the goblin anyways." He laughed looking around at where you were. "Thomas." You scolded playfully. "You're already starting to sound like a wife." He teased. You laughed as he smiled down at you. He gave you another kiss more daring now that you were in private. You kissed back this time your arms wrapping around his neck as his held your waist. You pulled back after a moment opening your eyes. His were still closed for a second and the smile that crossed his face was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. "Thomas... it's not proper to be out here with you alone so late." You giggled blushing but you were actually kind of worried what people would say. "Yes you're right. It would put a stain on my political career." He teased again. "Thomas!" You scolded again, "I really do need to get home and it seems that Alexander is upset with me so I should hurry and plead with him to forgive me at least until I get home." "Nonsense. I'll take you home. My carriage is just around the corner." He motioned with a flix of his magenta covered wrist. "Thomas.... that would be nice." You nodded. He took your arm again and led you back into the ballroom. He grabbed his cane walking with you across the room to the door. You were almost out when Eliza stopped you. "It's very smart of you to get Mr. Jefferson to take you home. Alex is... frustrated to say the least. Congratulations, both of you. Be good to her Mr. Jefferson. Have a good ride home." She smiled kissing your cheek and letting you go. "I will Mrs Hamilton. I assure you." He smiled bowing to her a little. The two of you walked out to a wonderfully beautiful carriage. You smiled as he helped you in following after you. He sat beside you telling the driver your address. You spoke comfortably his hand on yours as you rode along. When you pulled up beside your house he leaned down kissing you once more. "Let me help you down." He smiled helping you out and to your door, "I'll see you tomorrow perhaps?" "I would very much enjoy that." You smiled kissing his cheek before stepping into your house. Aaron was staring at you the moment you stepped in. He had wide eyes as he looked out your front window. "Is that Thomas Jefferson? Were you escorted home by him?" He asked his voice more lively than usual. "Yes I was. Alexander was.... quite emotional so I was escorted home by Mr. Jefferson instead." You were unable to stop the smile that crossed your face. "You kissed his cheek." He turned looking you in your eyes. "I did... Mr. Jefferson has asked to court me... and I agreed." You said your voice confident. "That's.... that's wonderful. Connections like this are fantastic. But I would hope he would ask my permission first. Not that you need it from me but because it's proper." He assured. "Well he's coming to see me tomorrow you can ask him then. Goodnight Aaron." You said hurriedly kissing his cheek and rushing up the stairs a wide smile on your face.

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Basking in Firelight:Jamilton Sequel

Masterpost

Chapter Sixty-Nine:

The Impossible Duet Vs. The Shape of My Heart

Music: The Shape of my Heart

WARNING- Title change incoming! Credit goes to CuriousAndDeadInside of Wattpad for thinking of the most fantastic title. Anyway, Basking in Candlelight and Basking in Firelight are now becoming Falling through Time, so don't be fooled by the title change, it's still here, just looks a little different.

I'm going to start marking where smut begins and end so people can just skip through it easily. I'll put R’s with little circles around them to stand for R rated whenever it starts and ends, There's no smut this chapter, just letting you know.

Also....this chapter didn't turn out as happy as I thought it would....oops. NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE HAPPY I PROMISE, I just had to get everything straightened out from after the battle and stuff.

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Warnings below

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Hamilton was sitting in front of the fire in a relaxation room connected to his and Jefferson's room, a cup of tea in hand. Now that their relationship was known, they didn't have to sleep in separate rooms anymore but since they weren't presidents, they didn't get their old rooms which meant they didn't have access to their bunker either. They didn't mind that much, honestly, their new room was much cooler, though the rest of the people in the Manor would probably disagree. They pretty much chose to move into the attic, a room with massive windows that looked out to the beautiful Manor grounds, plenty of room, if a bit dusty, cold, and removed from the rest of the Manor. It would be a bit of a hassle for anyone that had to work but Hamilton and Jefferson didn't, they were just there because everyone insisted they move in so they could be protected.

Hamilton pointed out that perhaps the Manor wasn't the safest place since it just got invaded, but Jefferson countered that it took an entire force to break in and even then it required inside help whereas Jefferson's house, the Goveys pretty much just knocked down the door and shot them. Besides, he was improving the security. It was super convenient for him to be in the Manor while he remodeled a bit for the new security measures that we're going in. Goveys wouldn't be breaking in again.

It was odd being back in the Manor again, everyone seemed to automatically turn to them for everything as if they were the presidents and not Adams and Burr. Something important happened? Someone wanted an opinion? They were sought out, they were more than happy to help. Adams, however, wasn't the least bit happy, neither was Burr but he didn't seem to care that much. But when it came to official business, like when the entire Presidential staff sat around the table with foreign ambassadors and the ambassadors would address Hamilton and Jefferson as the people of power, they had to be sure to redirect it to Burr and Adams, which would, in turn, make Adams near exploding with anger, he did not like being disrespected, Burr didn't show a reaction, just smiled, but anyone who knew him really well could tell that it bothered him to be disrespected like that. There wasn't anything that Hamilton and Jefferson could do about it other than make themselves scarce. So they didn't go to those dinners very often.

Jefferson slid his hand onto Hamilton's shoulder, his own cup of tea in hand, "Darlin' are you doing all right?" Ever since Laurens' death, Hamilton had been more removed and quiet. With no work to throw himself into to push away the grief, he didn't know how to cope. You'd think he'd be used to death by now, that he would have gotten used to it. But the thing about death is-

It only gets worse.

"Yeah..." Hamilton replied distractedly like he barely heard.

Jefferson sat down next to him and pulled him close, holding him comfortingly and saying nothing, at this point, he knew that words wouldn't help, Hamilton just needed someone there for him. They stayed like that for many hours, just drinking tea and staring at the fire, it was almost like the easy days when all they had to deal with were a few nightmares. Funny, Hamilton never thought he would miss those days.

After a while, Hamilton looked over to Jefferson and spoke, "I want to explain what happened between Laurens and me."

"Darlin' there's no need-"

"Yes, there is, I don't want us to continue with even the slightest doubt in my loyalty to you," Hamilton cut him off. Jefferson lapsed into silence and Hamilton looked back into the flames of the fire. "It was nothing really, I almost accidentally shot John and he got me back by pulling me into a sudden kiss. I didn't know it was happening until it was over, it was too short for me to push him off. I swear, if I had known his intentions- I didn't even know he liked me like that."

"Darlin'" Jefferson said softly, placing his hand gingerly on Hamilton's face, making him face him, "You never had anything to explain. I should be the one apologizing for my attitude that day, I shouldn't have pushed you away, I was just in so much pain."

"Thomas, it's okay, I think we both could've handled it better," Hamilton smiled slightly.

Jefferson smiled back and they both settled back into the couch again. "You know what could've been handled better? The revealing of our relationship."

"That's your fault for being so clingy."

"Oh, I'm sorry that I care about your mental health," Jefferson rolled his eyes.

"The public certainly went crazy about it," Hamilton said.

"You remember that group that constantly stood outside my door? They're claiming all responsibility for setting us up."

Hamilton laughed, "Really? That's insane."

Jefferson shrugged, "It's better than the negative responses going around."

"Do you think it'll affect the election results?"

"Not much, the people seemed ecstatic when they found out we were running again and there's no law about the Presidents being involved. The scandal that we needed to avoid was being discovered while we were presidents, but being elected into the presidency with that knowledge already known should be just fine."

Hamilton smirked, "Does that mean I can fuck you openly now?"

Jefferson rose an eyebrow at him, and Hamilton cackled. "Not in public, darlin'."

"Not even on the table?" Hamilton smirked.

"No."

Hamilton sighed dramatically and took another drink of his tea. They both returned to staring into the fire when Hamilton spoke suddenly, "Would you like to play with me?"

Jefferson smiled and got up to retrieved the two large black cases that held their cellos. "What shall we play, darlin'?"

"What do you think?" Hamilton laughed.

Jefferson looked at him confusedly, handing Hamilton his case, "What do you mean?"Hamilton's gaze flickered over to the second cello case Jefferson had hauled over, not his violin. Jefferson noticed and glanced at his cello, still confused, "What's wrong?" Hamilton remained silent, remembering an interaction they had after Jefferson had lost his memory.

You were playing.

Yes, I was.

What song?

Bach.

Ever play a song called the Impossible Duet?

The Impossible what?

"Do you know the Impossible Duet?" Hamilton asked quietly, scared of the answer.

"The Impossible Duet? I don't think so," Jefferson replied, thinking, "Who is it by?"

"Handel."

Jefferson thought for a moment, "I don't recognize the name but play it for me, I might know the tune."

Hamilton sat down and placed his cello between his knees and shakily picked up his bow. He wasn't sure if his heart could take it if Jefferson didn't remember it, no matter what happened to them, death, life, war, torture, anything, they always remembered that song, it always brought them together. But if Jefferson didn't remember-

Hamilton played the first note, but it was off and shaky, Jefferson shot him a concerned look, "Alexander, are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine, just haven't played in a while."

That was a lie if Jefferson ever heard one but he let it slide. Hamilton started over again, this time his notes coming out perfectly. Jefferson listened intently.

This couldn't be...

The same memory played through his mind,

What song?

Bach.

He had lied. He lied that night, he didn't want anyone to know about the song that had been haunting him ever since he woke up, the song that had been driving him insane, driving him to drink to drown it out just for a moment of peace.

The song that made him think constantly of Hamilton.

Hamilton finished the piece and sat for a moment, unable to turn and see Jefferson's face knowing there was every possibility of Jefferson not remembering. Finally, he turned and faced him, "So?"

Jefferson shook off the distant look that had settled over him and looked at Hamilton, "Yes, I know that song," he said softly. Hamilton breathed a sighed of relief. "What is it and why does it haunt me?"

"It's the song that bound us together as we fell through time."

Jefferson nodded, "Okay, let's play it together then."

"You'll need your violin," Hamilton reminded him, "It's a duet for violin and cello."

Jefferson rubbed his neck, "I, ah, burned mine."

"You WHAT?"

"It was a long time ago, before we got back together I broke down one night and couldn't handle it so I threw it in my fireplace. Why do you think I haven't played in forever?"

Hamilton plucked at the strings of his cello and sighed, thinking about how he could get a new violin for Jefferson. He had just the one in mind, but he'd have to make a trip to New York.

Jefferson watched Hamilton pluck at the cello strings absentmindedly. "I know the perfect song we can play, it'll be a nice change." If Jefferson was honest, he would say that the Impossible Duet depressed him, it didn't bring back any happy memories of him and Hamilton playing it, just the ones where he was smashing mirrors and throwing alcohol bottles when he first lost his memory and couldn't think of anything else. It had haunted his every step, made him lose sleep, and not to mention his close call, if Madison hadn't been there. He shuddered slightly, no, he had no good memories of that song, it's was why he burned his violin, he was hoping it would make it shut up since playing it hadn't worked.

"What is it?"

"It's called Shape of My Heart, ever heard of it?"

"Yeah, actually, it's the second song I learned, right after the Impossible Duet."

"Same for me. It's a piece for two cellos."

"Another song that I've only ever played half of, it's perfect," Hamilton smiled.

Jefferson returned his smile and opened his own case, pulling his cello out and rosining up the bow. His cello didn't get nearly enough love, but at least he kept it polished and in good condition, no way was he going to let it fall into disrepair.

Jefferson settled onto the couch next to Hamilton and they both began to play. The music was soft and slow and filled the room completely. Jefferson and Hamilton immediately melted into the melody, they could almost feel the Impossible Duet's notes float into the air and begin to burn, the flames licking softly at the pages until they disappeared, floating out of the open window into the night air. It scared Hamilton at first but as the song came to a close he realized he felt something much different.

Jefferson and Hamilton felt free.

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Warnings: Fluff, grief, mourning, intense flirting like Jesus tone it down guys

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