alexander library

sadboitjeffs  asked:

yooo! can u draw sad tjeff and mads bein like >:^( from the cheating hs thing lmao

Alexander approached swiftly when the tears began rolling down Thomas’s face. James quickly wrapped a protective arm around Thomas and gave Alexander a glare so harsh that it stopped him right in his tracks.

“Don’t you dare get any closer,” James spat. “You’ve done enough already.”

I really like this high school/college AU we’re making :)


Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader

Prompt: Anon prompt

Words: 650

Warnings: ???


When you had first meet Alexander Hamilton, he was fresh off the ship that had brought him from the Caribbean.

You offered him a few apples that you had just bought, then you took him to the park where the two of you talked for hours.

The rest was history, the two of you becoming great friends for the past couple years. You worked at the library, and Alexander was working with George Washington.

Now you would be lying if you said that you didn’t have feelings for Alexander Hamilton. You would have to blind and deaf not to.

He was attractive yes, but that was just a plus. He was smart, confident and brave. He stood for what he believed in, and didn’t let anyone take him down. Not being the most confident person yourself, you looked up to him for help.

He had been with you throughout all of your troubles, and you had been there for all of his. You couldn’t imagine a better best friend, except for the fact that he was away a lot now because of the war. Fortunately he still wrote to you, almost everyday.

But now there was a problem. Your father had died, and your brother didn’t have enough resources to support you. He was going to marry you off to some man you didn’t know. You knew that he just wanted the best for you, but you were still really upset. You didn’t want this man. You wanted Alexander.

The only way that you knew to get out of this was to write him a letter. A letter that told him everything. That you were getting married, that you didn’t want this wedding, and that you loved him more than he would ever know.   

‘My dearest Alexander,

I’m afraid that I don’t know what else to do, but tell you the truth. My brother no longer has enough resources to support me and his family, so he is going to marry me off. To some man that I have never meet before. I know that he means well but it still breaks my heart.

The full truth is that I am in love with you. I have been in love with you for as long as I can remember. I haven’t said anything before, and I know that you must think that I am a coward for telling you this in a letter, but I didn’t want to lose your friendship. It was one of the best things to ever happen to me.

I beg you to please help me find a solution, or I am take drastic measures and join the war efforts. I beg you to tell me what to do, because I don’t know anymore. I don’t know what to do.

Please Alexander, I love you.

Your friend,



It had been two weeks since you had sent the letter. You hadn’t heard anything from Alexander.

The wedding was at the end of the month, and you didn’t know what else to do. You had met your betrothed a few days ago. He was nice, but he wasn’t your Alexander.

Walking through the park that day you wondered if you had made a good decision sending that letter to him. Maybe you should’ve just told him you were getting married. Maybe he would have at least sent his congratulations.

“Y/N!” That sounded like Alex. “Y/N!”

You turned around and saw Alex running towards you.

“Alex?” He was here?

He grabbed you and pulled you into a ginormous hug.

“You aren’t married yet are you?”

“No. Why?”

“This is why.”

All of the sudden his lips were connected to yours.

“I love you too,” he said as he broke away. “I’m going to talk to your brother. I want you to be my wife. What do you say?”

“I would most definitely say yes.”


Was this good, Idk?


Since we have at least one crazy @hamiltonthemusical fan in our department (me), we decided to humor her (my) wishes – we’ll be posting a series of books and pamphlets written by, against, or about Hamilton (and possibly his compatriots, as well). The pamphlet you see above is a first printing of the infamous Reynolds Pamphlet, but first we’ll take a look at how the rumors spread from the room where it happened thanks to James T. Callender’s History of 1796. We’ll also make stops at Hamilton’s essays as Camillus in defense of the Jay Treaty, George Washington’s Farewell Address, some eulogies, and at least one defense of Aaron Burr. (Though I think @linmanuel has already done an admirable job of that!)

-Rebecca B.

PS: See the continuing series here!

headcanon that whenever Alec stays over at Magnus’ place he claims a giant fluffy grey blanket as his own and literally cocoons himself in it the whole time so when Magnus visits the institute one time and finds Alexander asleep in the library he magics the blanket up and Alec just smiles in his sleep and burrows himself like a lil burrito into the blanket

A Break From Studying

Request: *shyly pokes my head in* begging your pardon, but could i possibly have a little Alexander x reader fic with the Library AU? (i really like the idea of the reader being concerned about Alexander as he’s constantly studying - the dark circles growing a deeper shade of purple each time he comes in and he’s obviously exhausted and miserable but he pushes on anyway) 

Pairing: Alexander x reader

Prompt/AU: Library AU, “I work in the library and I’m a little concerned for your health bc you never stop studying”

Setting: Modern college AU

Warnings: alcohol

Word count: 1833 (this got out of hand, and is about much more than the library AU, it kind of develops from it, sorry if this isn’t what you wanted hahah, I might write another one focusing only on the library thing if I have time)

Being a college student was hard. You had to keep up your grades and work to make a living. However, your job was actually kind of nice. You worked in the local library, and with your love for books, it was perfect for you.

You recognized most of the people who came to the library, but there was one person who stuck out, for you saw him every single day. He came in just a little while after you started your shift, and on the worst days, he stayed until closing time.

At first you didn’t think much of it, assuming he had some big project going on, but it never ended. Each day he looked more tired, and you considered if you should ask him if he was okay. You eventually agreed with yourself, that if this continued out the week, and he didn’t look any better, you’d confront him about it.


It was now Saturday. You had a shift then, so you decided to ask the man who was studying constantly about his well being if he was to be found.

You went to look in the politics section, and there he was. Asleep. He was leaning his back against one of the shelves, and his legs stretched almost all the way to the shelf on the other side of the aisle. His hair was a mess, his face just looked more tired than you had ever seen it, he was drooling a bit, and was surrounded by books and papers, with a computer on his lap. Even though it couldn’t be healthy, you had to smile at the sight.

“Hey”, you whispered, and gently nudged his shoulder a few times. Ugh, did he have to be a heavy sleeper? You tried once again, shaking him now, and suddenly a pair of confused brown eyes was looking at you.

“Hi?” he said, not sure what was going on. A nervous laugh escaped your mouth, as you realized you hadn’t thought about what to say to him.

“Hi. Uhm, I work here, and I just wanted to check if you’re okay. I’m a little concerned for you because you never stop studying”, you said uncertain if that was the right approach to make.

“Oh! I’m fine, I just have so much work to do”, he explained with a fatigued smile on his lips. He was not convincing at all.

“I think you’re gonna have to come up with a more convincing story, …” you joked, and trailed off at the end, in an attempt to get his name. He seemed to catch on quickly.

“Alexander Hamilton, but you can just call me Alex”, he said, introducing himself. “Okay, Alex, I’m [Y/N]”, you responded. He nodded in acknowledgement.

“Now, back to the reason I approached you. You seriously look more tired every time you walk in here, do you even sleep or eat?” you questioned him, wanting an honest answer.

“I don’t really sleep that much, I’m a triple-major. But I have gotten better at eating regularly lately”, he explained, obviously proud of that last part.

“A triple-major? Jeez, how are you alive?” you joked, and now understood why he worked as much as he did. “But still, it isn’t healthy to work that much, maybe you should try to cut it down a little? Then maybe you can get some sleep, or go out with your friends or something?” you suggested.

“No, I’m fine, I just need to finish this as soon as possible, but thanks for your concern”, he yawned, which only proved to you even more how much in need of a break he was. However, he was a stranger, and you didn’t want to nag too much, afraid he’d think you a freak.

“Alright, I know we don’t know each other, but I’m seriously concerned. I understand that this is important, I’m a student too, but you really need a break. Doesn’t matter if you go home and sleep, or hang out with friends. Just anything but this, okay?” you demanded, but with an uncertain look on your face, hoping you hadn’t crossed a line.

“Okay”, he said rather quickly, earning a confused look from you, “but only if you come.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, but if that was what it took to help someone from working himself to death, you’d gladly do it. Mind you, he was quite attractive as well, so you didn’t mind.

“Sure”, you responded with confidence and a playful grin on your face. “My shift is over in like 20 minutes, meet me outside then?” you proposed, and he happily agreed.

20 minutes passed quickly, and before you knew it, you were headed out the door to meet Alex. He was standing there; waiting for you, phone in his hand.

“Hi, [Y/N], we’re gonna meet up with some of my friends, and go to the pub, is that alright with you?” he asked, looking up from his phone.

“Yeah, that sounds great!” you replied, and you started walking to the pub, which coincidentally was both yours and Alex’s favourite in town. Inside, music was playing, people were talking and it was an overall pleasant atmosphere. You let Alex guide the way, seeing as you had no idea what his friends looked like.

Almost immediately he spotted them, and made way towards them. They were rather loud, but you assumed they were nice, and you were absolutely right. Alex introduced them all to you; Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens and Lafayette. They all greeted you in their way; Lafayette kissing the back of your hand, John gave you a high five, and Hercules who sat the furthest away waved at you.

In a matter of just a few minutes, you felt quite comfortable around them; laughing at their jokes, talking out loud and just having a generally good time.

The night went on for hours, and you had all gotten drunk to some degree. You, being kind of a lightweight when it came to alcohol, were the drunkest of them all. Alexander was less drunk than you’d expected from his small frame compared to the others. The only one less drunk than him was Lafayette who had stopped drinking earlier than the rest of you.

“Do you wanna stay with us tonight? We live in an apartment nearby”, Alex asked, not wanting you to be alone wile being this drunk.

“Yeah, sure”, you giggled, tripping over thin air, and leaned even more into Alex who had his arm around you to support you. He helped you all the way back to the apartment, and then even up the stairs to his bedroom, which was quite the feat. You couldn’t seem to place one foot in front of the other in the right order.

Eventually, you found yourself sitting on Alex’s bed. “Sooo, this is where you live?” you slurred, stroking his bed because you found it soft and nice. Wanting to feel the entire bed, for some reason, you stretched to the very end of it, and tumbled off, landing on the floor, startling Alex slightly.

“Jeez, [Y/N]. And, yes, this is where I live”, he chuckled before walking over, and basically lifting you back onto the bed. Keep in mind, Alex was a little drunk too, and almost fell on top of you after putting you down, a string of almost inaudible swears escaping his mouth, but you just giggled.

“Here, you can sleep in this, and you can change in the bathroom, it’s just right across the hall”, Alex said, throwing one of his t-shirts at you, which you absolutely didn’t manage to catch.

“Thanks”, you said, getting up and stumbling to the bathroom where you changed, went to the toilet and splashed some water in your face before you went back to his bedroom.

He was sitting on a chair, playing on his phone when you walked in. “Where do you want me to sleep?” you wondered, leaning against the wall so you wouldn’t fall.

“Just take the bed, and I’ll use the couch or something”, Alex responded, standing up to exit the room. You slumped down on the bed, annoyed with his answer.

“No, please stay here with me”, you whined. When drunk, you were clingy, and didn’t care at all. Alex didn’t seem to mind one bit, because in a matter of seconds, he slumped down on the bed next to you. Yearning contact, you cuddled up to him, and he just smiled, holding you tight, and the two of you fell asleep like that.


The morning after, you woke up with a raging headache and someone’s arms around you. Confused, you looked up at the face of the person holding you, and discovered it was Alexander. Your face expressed shock and embarrassment. What had you said last night? Had you done something humiliating?

Before you could wriggle yourself out of Alex’s arms, he opened his eyes and looked down at you. You widened your eyes, and he did the same.

“Oh”, he suddenly said, in an unidentifiable tone.

“Oh”, you responded, having no clue as what to say.

“I’m really sorry for everything stupid I did last night, I can’t remember anything”, you mumbled, very embarrassed. That obviously made Alex remember something, as he laughed at your apology, making your cheeks turn bright red, and you sat up in bed.

“You didn’t do anything crazy, but you were really drunk. I had to help you walk, and at one point last night you managed to fall out of the bed even though you were sitting in the middle of it”, he laughed, finding this whole situation very funny, “and then I tried to leave for the couch but you started whining, and wanted me in bed with you, so I stayed.”

“I can’t believe myself. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable”, you apologised, ashamed of your drunk actions.

“I didn’t mind at all, it’s completely okay, I found it quite amusing”, Alex assured you. How could he be so kind? You had made a fool of yourself the first night you met him; he must be lying. And now that he had had a good nights rest, you noticed that he was, to put it short, beautiful.

“Do you wanna stay for breakfast?” he asked, uncertain if the request was too much. This put a smile on your face, and you nodded eagerly. Suddenly he seemed more confident, and signalled for you to follow him to the kitchen.

Obviously wanting to impress you, he dished up the most delicious pancakes you had ever had in your life.

“This is so good, I can’t believe it”, you said, mouth full of pancakes, which made him chuckle.

“Maybe we should do this more often, then”, he responded, making you blush a tad bit.

“I think we should”, you giggled softly, and for the rest of the meal, you talked about everything, the first of countless mornings spent together.


Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x reader

Words: 291 (aaa it’s so short I’m sorry!)

Warnings: none

Request: Requested by anonymous: 131 with Tjeffs pleaseee

Prompts: “I swear if you weren’t so attractive, I’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.” 

“I can’t believe you got us kicked out of the library.” You groaned, walking through the halls beside Thomas.

“I can’t believe they took Hamilton’s side.” He responded.

“I have to study for finals, Thomas! You couldn’t have waited a week to yell at Alexander in the library?” You countered, walking quickly to catch up to your friend.

“Well, he was wrong!”

“He wasn’t talking! You know how rare that is, Thomas!” You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so stressed from finals.

“Yeah…” He muttered, defeated.

“Where am I gonna study, now?” You sighed, hanging your head.

“You can always-” You cut off his flirtatious tone.

“I swear if you weren’t so attractive, I’d have punched you in the face nine times by now.”

“Oh come on, you don’t even know what I was gonna say!” Thomas whined.

“Yes I do. I know you, Thomas.” You laughed at his childish behavior. He paused for a moment, giving you an odd look. “What?”

“You called me attractive.” He smirked. Shit.

“No I didn’t.” You tried, but he saw through you.

“Yeah, you did! You think I’m hot!” He teased, laughing.

“Shut up.” You pouted, crossing your arms.

“For the record, you’re hot too.” He leaned in, whispering in your ear.

“O-Oh thanks.” You stuttered, surprised.

“How about we go back to my dorm and-” Thomas was still close to your ear, whispering lowly.

“I don’t care how attractive you are, I will punch you if you finish that sentence.”

New Zealanders pose reading “New Zealanders at the Front” on a captured anti-tank gun, near the Menin Road, 20 Nov 1917. Alexander Turnbull Library.

The Battle of the Menin Road Ridge, sometimes called Battle of the Menin Road, was the third British general attack of the Third Battle of Ypres in the First World War. The battle took place 20–25 September 1917, in the Ypres Salient in Flanders on the Western Front.