alexander library


Dr Alexander Anderson (April 21, 1775 – January 17, 1870) 

American illustrator. “At the age of twelve years he made his first attempts at engraving on copper, frequently using pennies rolled out, and on type-metal plates. He received no instruction, and his knowledge was acquired by watching jewelers and other workmen.” He is one of the earliest American wood-engravers. He produced works for books, periodicals, and newspapers. (Wikipedia)

From our stacks: 1. Frontispiece “Portrait of Dr. Anderson engraved for Frank Leslie’s Illustrated News by A. G. Holcomb” from A Memorial of Alexander Anderson, M.D., The First Engraver on Wood in America. Read before the New York Historical Society, Oct. 5, 1870. By Benson J. Lossing. New York: Printed for the Subscribers: 1872.   2.,5.,7.,9. Illustrations from  A Collection of One Hundred and Fifty Engravings by Alexander Anderson M. D. Executed on wood after his ninetieth year. Privately printed by Charles L. Moreau. New York, 1873. “This Collection of Engravings is printed from the original blocks left by Doctor A. Anderson, and kindly loaned by his family to Charles L. Moreau, at whose private press they have been struck off. Only Fifty copies have been printed. No. 46.”  3. “Death’s Pulpit, drawn and engraved by Dr. Anderson, after a print by Van Venne”  4. Portrait of Garret Lansing, engraved for this work by J.H. Richardson, after a drawing by Dr. Anderson”  6. “Cottage Scene, an early engraving by Dr. Anderson”  8. “Grotesque design “What he saw in the fire” by Dr. Anderson, engraved by himself” from A Memorial…, 1872.  10. Front matter ‘Villas and Cottages’ from Villas and Cottages. A Series of Designs Prepared for Execution in the United States. By Calvert Vaux, Architect, Late Downing & Vaux, Newburgh, on the Hudson. Illustrated by 300 Engravings. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1857.

Beauty and the Beast au

John is the Beast and Alex is Belle. Lafayette is supportive Lumiere, Burr or Mulligan is Clocksworth. Ms. Pot is George Washington because he would love to sing a beautiful love song for Alexander and John. Gaston is Jefferson and Lefou is Madison (jeffmads) Imagine John showing Alexander the Library…



From our stacks: Illustrations from A Collection of One Hundred and Fifty Engravings by Alexander Anderson M. D. Executed on wood after his ninetieth year. Privately printed by Charles L. Moreau. New York, 1873. “This Collection of Engravings is printed from the original blocks left by Doctor A. Anderson, and kindly loaned by his family to Charles L. Moreau, at whose private press they have been struck off. Only Fifty copies have been printed. No. 46.”

Dear kiddos, what to say to you? Hmm… how about since yesterday’s lil fic was SO ANGSTY this one is much more comedic? Honestly, I had so much fun writing this, like, illegal amounts of fun. A huge thank you to Binna @ciceroniantrash for laughing with me as I wrote it and for giving me that stellar line. Enjoy this one, bbys! ;D <333

Hi I was wondering if you could maybe write a small jamilton fic where Hamilton gets hurt and needs surgery but cant pay for it and Thomas finds out so he pays for it? Wasn’t sure if request were open sry if they aren’t. P.s I love your storys :D

“Ouch, ouch, FU––” Alexander was seated in one of the library carrels that lined the windows overlooking the quad, hunched over his laptop,.

“Uh, Hamilton? Would you mind shutting the hell up? This is the third floor of the library, ya know, the quiet floor? And if you think I’m past texting the librarians to come up here and shush your ass then you’re––”

“Oh my god, Jefferson, do you ever stop being a complete jerk or is this just a 24/7 kinda deal?”

Thomas stood up and glared down at Hamilton, who was in the carrel in front of him. He was about to go off on him again when he noticed the smaller boy was rubbing at his wrists rather frantically.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he muttered.

Alexander stopped rubbing his wrists and turned to glare back at Thomas. “Creep much, creeper?”

Jefferson rolled his eyes. “Insult much?” He paused for a moment. “Seriously, though, what’s up?”

“Seriously, though, leave me the hell alone,” Alex said, turning back to his work. He’d typed no more than five words when he flinched, muttering under his breath again. “fuck fuck fuck”

“Seriously, did you like break your wrists?” Jefferson cocked a brow at Hamilton even though the smaller boy wasn’t looking his way.

“It’s called carpal tunnel if you absolutely must know, Jefferson. It happens when you actually do your work.”

“Fine, whatever,” Thomas mumbled, sinking back onto his seat. Instead of returning to his work, he pulled up a new tab and googled carpal tunnel cures.

The first result that came up was a list of home remedies. He scanned them, knowing certain ones, like take a break, would never happen. He pulled out his phone and opened up a new message with Alexander.

T-Jeffs: Have u tried brace thingys?

Alabama Hammerman: wtf r u talking about

T-Jeffs: For your carpal tunnel, idiot

Alabama Hammerman: stop mothering me, creep

T-Jeffs: when you’re in pain I can’t focus
T-Jeffs: bc you’re so fucking noisy about it

Alabama Hammerman: for ur information I have tried braces, ice, elevating them, blah blah blah
Alabama Hammerman: nada
Alabama Hammerman: that means “no” in spanish, since I know u only bother with french

T-Jeffs: I know what “nada” means you asshole
T-Jeffs: so what, you gonna try steroids, then? surgery?

Alabama Hammerman: HA
Alabama Hammerman: as if I could afford that lmao

T-Jeffs: I’m a trustfund baby u can trust me

Alabama Hammerman: I know you’re rich no need to rub it in my poor face

T-Jeffs: how stupid are you?

Alabama Hammerman: smarter than u seeing as I actually do my work. are we done here? these papers don’t write themselves

T-Jeffs: and u ain’t gonna be writing either if u don’t get this fixed
T-Jeffs: now what I was TRYING to tell you is that I’ll hook u up with that surgery

Alabama Hammerman: stop. this isn’t funny, Jefferson

T-Jeffs: who said I was being funny?
T-Jeffs: I’m serious

Alabama Hammerman: you’re gonna give the person you hate most in the world enough money for surgery? wow, i must really be annoying u with my pain or something

T-Jeffs: I can’t believe I have a crush on someone who is so stupid smfh

There was the sound of a phone dropping from Alex’s carrel. Then there was a muttered what the ever living fuck?

Thomas got up and waltzed over to Alexander. “You done being dense?”

“You done shitting me?”

“I’M NOT KIDDING!” Thomas yelled. Everyone on the third floor loudly shushed him. “I’m confessing my love here, people!” he said, swiveling his head around, trying to glare at everyone he could.

“LOVE?” Alexander choked.

“Well… shit…” Thomas muttered, running a hand through his hair. For the first time in maybe his entire life, Thomas Jefferson was legitimately anxious.

“Love?” Alexander whispered, his eyes so wide it looked like they were about to pop out of his head.

“I mean, you weren’t supposed to know that yet, but yes, Hamilton. Love.”

“You love me and you’re still calling me ‘Hamilton?’” He glared up at Thomas, who simply rolled his eyes in response.

“You want a free surgery or not?”

“Do you want a boyfriend or not?”


Alexander stood up and kissed Thomas, cutting him off. When he pulled away, he was grinning. “Talk about boyfriends with benefits. Like, literally, health benefits.”

“I like you better when we’re kissing,” Jefferson said before pulling Alexander back toward him.

The third floor of the library broke out in a mix of claps, hoots, and groans.

“Get a fucking room!” Someone, probably Charles Lee, shouted.

“Excellent idea,” Thomas said. “I’ll go get us a study room,” he said with a wink. He made to grab Alex’s hand, but grabbed his wrist instead.


“Sorry! Goddamnit,” Thomas said. “On second thought, let’s make some calls, get you a consultation, then go make out.”

“This is not how I pictured becoming your boyfriend, but I’m totally cool with it,” Alex said.

“You mean you were imagining this?” Thomas smirked at Alex.

Alexander’s face slowly turned red. “N-n–– YOU’RE THE ONE WHO SAID LOVE!”

Thomas rolled his eyes. “Come on, idiot. Let’s go make some calls.”

“Give the library some peace!” Lee yelled again.

“Shut the fuck up, Lee!” Thomas and Alexander yelled in unison.

They turned to each other and grinned, and before they knew it, they were kissing again.

“Kiss less, study more,” Burr muttered as he passed by them.

Alexander didn’t pull away, he instead flipped Burr off behind Thomas’ back, garnering one of Burr’s signature I’m-so-done-with-everything groans as he stalked away.

“You’re so hot when you’re upset,” Thomas murmured into Alex’s lips.

“Mmm, talk less, kiss more,” Alex said, biting down on Thomas’ lower lip, causing the other boy to yelp.

“Oh my god,” a female voice said from behind them.

Both boys sprung away from each other and turned to see Angelica staring at them, her mouth wide open, eyebrows high. It was too late when they realized she’d snapped a picture of them.

“This is so going in the group chat,” she cackled.

“ANGELICA,” they both shouted.

“SHUT UP!” Lee shouted.

“Oh my god,” Burr mumbled from some dusty corner.

“You guys think you should take your love fest somewhere that’s not so… academic?” Angelica said with a smirk.

“Shut up,” Alex whined.

“Good luck with that one,” Angelica said to Thomas.

Thomas laughed. “I’m sure as hell gonna need it.”

“Shut up,” Alex whined again.

“Let’s go make some phone calls,” Thomas said, making to gather up his stuff.

“Fine,” Alex sighed.

“Woah, phone calls? What a hot first date,” Angelica said.

“For your information Thomas is my boyfriend with benefits,” Alex said with the pride of a five-year-old child.

“I… I don’t even know what to say to that,” Angelica said, putting her hands up. “I think you need to learn what friends with benefits means.”

“With health benefits, Angie, where is your mind?” Thomas said with a wink.

“I could say something about kink shaming, but I’m just gonna go,” Angelica said.

“HE’S JUST GETTING ME SURGERY!” Alex said as Angelica walked away laughing.

“Maybe you should stop saying boyfriend with benefits, babe,” Thomas said with a chuckle.

Babe,” Alex whispered.

“Babe,” Thomas said again, waggling his eyebrows.

“The library is not your personal hook-up area,” Peggy said as she passed by the boys, sticking her tongue out at them. “And great pic! Saving that one for sure,” she said, holding up her phone.

It was a picture of Thomas and Alexander kissing, right before Angelica made her presence known.

“Let’s get out of here before we––”

“You! And you!” The librarian, Mr. King, stomped toward the two boys. “I’ve gotten multiple texts from students about some obscene hook-up happening here and this library is not the place for your romantic foray!”

“Lee,” both boys muttered at the same time.

“You are officially banned from the library for the remainder of the day,” he said in an incredibly snotty tone.

“We were just leaving,” Thomas said, making sure to take Alex’s hand this time.

The boys practically ran down the stairs and burst out into the cool November air. As soon as they were outside, they were doubled over in laughter.

They both looked into each other’s eyes at the same moment as they said “We are forcibly removed from the library.”

“We’re outside the library,” Alexander said.

“Indeed we are,” Thomas said.

Thomas leaned down, Alexander stood on his tiptoes, and they kissed.

(A/N: There will be a part two to this one sometime soon ;)))

Too Good To Be True

hercules mulligan x reader

prompt: alexander is always pulling herc along to his daily library sessions. hercules can’t help but notice the cute girl helping out the librarian.

a/n: thank you for all the support lately, it’s unbelievable really. so as a thank you, here is some hercules fluff


“Well Herc, it’s your lucky day.” Alexander said, clamping a hand upon the other boy’s shoulder, “You’re coming to the library to study with me.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding and actually taking Laurens.” Hercules begged, partly trying to convince himself that there was hope escaping the gruelingly long library sessions his ever so intuitive friend embarked on multiple times a week, always making a friend come along and endure the torture.

Keep reading

@lydialimpetslibrary @scarletexlibris

He stood above the book in the light of the candles, curtains drawn tight. He chanted the words, eyes ever so slightly glowing. Practice makes perfect, and the more he practiced this levitation spell the better he’d get. It’s be a long time coming before he could do it without words, but at least he could do it. Just concentrate, concentrate on the-

A slitting headache. The plate clattered onto the table at just the right angle to knock off everything on the table.  

(the british library flickr+discworld 2/?)

The Patrician flashed one of those sharp, fleeting smiles to say that something that wasn’t very funny had nevertheless amused him. ‘Veni, vici…Vetinari.’

@scarletexlibris, continued

“Depends on your definition of busy. If you mean had a lot of people today, no, was not busy. If you mean had to deal with an extremely fussy lady and her three bratty kids that almost ruined my salon while the father did nothing but sat on the side and complained, than yes, I was busy.”

“However, I did cherish the looks on the parents faces when I charged them for all the shampoo and dye the kids wasted and the price of cleaning supplies. They tried to argue but being having a security camera was one of the best choices I have ever made.”

A Not So Stupid Project

* Alexander Hamilton × Reader
* 55: Have I entered an alternate universe or did you just crack a smile for me?
* Modern

A/N: I made Jefferson look kinda bad, so I need to apologize…and yay! for corny endings written at 11:30 at night. Oh and if you don’t know, pleading the 5th basically means using your rights and saying nothing.

The whole class openly groaned. Hamilton and Jefferson were arguing again. If you didn’t need this Government class for your degree you would’ve dropped it. In fact you tried. Your advisor thought it would be best of you got this class out of the way early. However, that meant you had to put up with these two yahoos arguing all the time.

At first everyone thought it was funny. The two of them had no filters and were so passionate that the debates grew heated quickly. Mr. Washington couldn’t even get them to stop. The whole class was laughing and waiting for the next insult. The class was over and Washington had to push back the due date of your next assignment as you hadn’t even had a chance to discuss it.

But lately, it was annoying. It wasted class time and was happening almost every day. Washington stopped pushing back due dates and decided we’d have to figure out the projects or come meet with him. You were seeing him every time you had a project. He understood you wanted to do well and was always apologizing for the two.

“No Thomas! That’s just it, you think that-”

“No Hamiton, I don’t think I know for a fact I’m right.”

You finally snapped. “Will you two shut up!” You shouted. And the room fell silent. The two men currently debating were staring at you slack jawed. You rarely spoke up, only to answer questions.

Thomas Jefferson was looking at you with a touch of a smirk. He seemed amused at your outburst.

Alexander Hamilton was just in shock. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open in surprise.

You just huffed and turned to the front of the room. “Well if you two are done we can continue class for once.” Washington said.

“Yeah that’s fine.” Hamilton said.

“I guess that’s the end of the debate.” Jefferson said. “After all, I was winning.”

Before Hamilton could retort you spoke. “Don’t.” You said glaring at the two of them. And they didn’t. They were quiet the rest of class and you actually were able to discuss a project.

“For this project I will assign a partner.” Washington was saying. Great. You hated partner work, you always ended up doing most of it. Washington was rattling off partners at random. “Y/N and Alexander.”

You groaned. This was not going to be fun. You looked at him and he was smirking at you, amused by your reaction.

Shortly after that, the class was dismissed. You grabbed your bag and headed to leave.
“Y/N!” Someone called. It was Hamilton. He caught up to you. “Do have another class to get to?” He asked.

“No, this is my only class today.” You told him.

“Great. Let’s go to the library to work!” He said happily.

“Why are you so pumped to get to work?” You asked but started walking anyway. Apparently the rest of the day would be spent in the library.

“Don’t know, I just figure if we can work on it we should.”

“Whatever.” You shrugged. “What’s your deal with Jefferson anyway?” You asked him.

“He’s just so dense. He doesn’t waver in his position even though he’s wrong.”

“You realize an opinion can’t be wrong right? You guys fight over a difference in opinion, and you’re more like him than you think.”

“How?!” He asked disbelievingly.

“Everything you just said about him applies to you too.” You explained.

“Ah but my position is the right one.” He said and held the library door open for you.

“In your opinion.” You told him. “Alright, project time.”

3 hours and one snack break later, the two of you have made great headway. However, this is a large project and requires a lot of time.

“OK I’m calling it a night.” You said slamming your book and yawning.

“Sounds good. Any classes tomorrow?” He asked.

“Yeah, a couple in the morning. I should be done by 11:30.”

“Sounds good.” He says. “I should be done with mine by then.”

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” You grabbed your stuff and left.

“Good night Y/N.” You hear him say behind you.

You don’t turn, you just wave a hand in acknowledgement.

“Ugh it’s horrible Angelica!” You told your roomate.

“Really? I thought working with some as good looking as Alexander would be great?”

“Sure he’s cute but he’s thick skulled. When he has a position on something, it doesn’t waver.” You shrugged. “At least he does his share of the work. Still, he’s annoying. All his writing and talking, I can hardly understand half of what he writes.”

Angelica just laughed at you. “Oh man, if I were you I would be looking at him more than his writing.”

You threw a pillow at her with a smile. “Yeah but I need to pass the class.”

“Then hook me up with him!” She told you throwing the pillow back at you.

“Psh, I wouldn’t torture you like that.”

The next day, after two horrible morning classes, you grab a coffee and go to the library. And Alexander is already there.

He’s in a gray hoodie and bent over a novel. His hair is pulled into his usual ponytail and he focused on his book. Angelica is right. As long as he’s quiet, he’s pretty good looking. You smirk getting an idea.

You slide you bag of you shoulders and carry it to the table. He focused and doesn’t hear you come up. You stay behind him to the side and reach forward to drop your bag on the table. He practically jumps out of his chair at the unexpected noise and you laugh. Well, until the librarian shushes you.

“Well good morning to you to Y/N.” He said.

“Well it is morning, that’s true.”

“What’s not good about it?” He asked.

“I’m stuck working with you.” You shot back.

He put a hand over his heart in mock offense. “That hurts Y/N.” He said.

“Eh you’ll get over it.” You told him with a shrug. “Where were we?”

“Tomorrow again?” Alexander asked while packing up.

“Can’t. Three classes and a test to study for. Next day?”

“No good. Got two classes and a paper to finish up.” He said. “But I’m good the day after that.”

“Alright. That gives me a two day break from you.” You told him. However, you were realizing he wasn’t terrible. You may not become friends but he wasn’t as bad as you originally thought.

“Psh, you’re life will be miserable with out me.” He joked.

“Dream on Alexander.” You said with a smile.

“Hold on!” He exclaimed. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“Oh shut up!” You said and shoved his shoulder. “I guess you’re not as bad as I originally thought.” You admitted.

“Ha I knew it!”

“Oh yeah? Knew what?” You challenged.

“That you don’t mind spending time with me.” He told you with a smug smile.

“Pleading the fifth on this one.” You told him and he just laughed.

“So?” Angelica asked you at lunch that day.

“So what?” You shot back.

“How’s Alexander?” She asked.

You sighed. “Not as bad as I originally thought.”

“I could’ve told you that.” She said with a laugh.

Then there was shouting and a crash from across the cafeteria. You and Angelica looked to the scene. Jefferson and Hamilton. Of course.

It looked like Alexander lost a food fight. You realized the tray on the floor must have been Jefferson’s. They were shouting and it was about to escalate. Everyone else was just staring so you decided to do something. You walked over there and picked up the tray.

“Thomas I believe this is yours.” You said stepping between them and holding it out to him. He stopped speaking and looked at you with that smirk again.

“I believe it is.” He said and took from you.

You turned around to face Alexander. “And you, you go sit.” You said pointing to your table. He huffed but did as he was told and you followed him. “What was that about?” You asked him, trying to ignore the way Angelica was staring at him.

“Nothing, he just said a few things that got me heated that’s all.” He said.

“So how did you end up wearing his lunch?” You asked confused.

“I may have called him a few rude things. But he deserved every one!” He defended.

“Alexander.” You sighed. “You need to learn to hold your tongue.” You told him.

“Oh believe me, I couldn’t have even if I tried.” He crossed his arms before remembering he was covered in food.

“Why? What did he say?” You asked.

“Nothing. Look I’m gonna go change. I’ll see you in the library in a few days.” He stood and walked off.

“What was that about?” Angelica asked.

“No clue, usually he loves explaining why Jefferson is wrong. That was weird.” You just shrugged and went back to your lunch.

You were walking to the library to meet up with Hamilton when your phone buzzed.

‘Meet by encyclopedias, found I book we could use -A. Ham’

What the hell kind of book did he find there? Whatever, he knows his stuff. You decided to trust him.

You walked in and went over to the encyclopedias. These shelves were covered in dust as no one ever used them. Where the hell was Alexander? He was never late. Then you heard his name being said. But it was coming from the other side of the shelves. You peeked over the tops of the books to the other side.

“Hamilton. Where’s that partner of yours?” Jefferson was asking him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Hamilton shot back. What was going on?

“Yeah I would. She much more amusing then you are.” He told Hamilton, sporting that stupid smirk.

“Oh it’s amusing now is it? Last time it was a lot more inappropriate.” Hamiton countered.

“Oh you mean everything I said in the cafeteria. Well that still stands too. She is quite a thing to look at.” He gave Alexander a smile, almost daring him to fight back.

“You’re really disgusting Jefferson.” He said.

“Why? Everyone can tell you like her so you must agree with me on some level?” Your eyes widened. Alexander liked you?

“Yeah I do like her, but not just because she’s beautiful but because she’s smart. Not to mention funny and always speaks her mind.” He shot back. You couldn’t believe a word of this. Did he even know you were here?

“Well then maybe I’ll have to chat her up.” Jefferson said, smirk in place. He leaned closer to Alexander. “I’m sure we could have a nice ‘chat.’” And you could tell talking was not what he had on his mind. Before you could intervene Alexander pulled his arm back and punched him. You covered your mouth so you wouldn’t scream. Still, muffled sound escaped.

Alexander paused and looked over. Confused he walked around the shelf and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw you standing there. “What…why are you here?” He asked.

You slowly lowered your hands to answer. “You told me to meet here.” You explained.

“Oh yeah…so how much of that did you hear?” He nervously asked.

“Uh all of it.” You said.

“Oh well I guess I should-”

“Hamilton!” The librarian cut him off. She came to stand on the other end of the shelf, Jefferson behind her. He was holding a tissue to his nose and you could see some blood on it. “Out of my library now!” She said pointing towards the door.

Alexander nodded. He walked forward, grabbed a book and gave it to you. “Can you check that out?” He asked. You noticed it was related to the project.

“Oh sure.” You said.

“Now Hamilton.” She ordered again. You watched him walk out. Jefferson looked plenty pleased with himself.

You walked to the counter and checked out the book. You went and picked up your back pack, which you placed on a table near the door. Then you walked out. You found Hamilton sitting on a bench outside. “Alexander.” You called. He looked up and saw you walking towards him. He smiled.

“Thanks. So I was flipping through this book the other day and I found-”

“Alexander.” You stopped him. He looked at you. “Don’t you need to explain something?”

“Do I?” He asked looking down at the ground. His cheeks were pink from embarrassment.

“Well I think I deserve that, don’t you?”

“Yeah your right. I mean you heard me. I like you.” He finally looked up at you. “Y/N, you’re smart and funny and beautiful and amazing. I was always so eager to get to work on this stupid project because I’d get to see and spend time with you.”

“That’s what all the commotion in the cafeteria was about wasn’t it?” You asked him.

“Yeah, I knew he was just trying to rile me up. But then he started talking about you and I couldn’t hold back any longer.”

“Alexander.” He looked at you. “You know you could’ve just told me this?”

“Uh you hated the very thought of working with me for a few weeks. I didn’t want to get shot down.”

“Fair enough.” You realized that was very true. “Were you ever gonna tell me?” You wondered.

“I was thinking about it. You seemed to not hate me as much lately.” He shrugged. You burst out laughing. He stared at you shocked.

“Alexander I never hated you.” You said with a smile. “In fact I hardly knew you.” Now it was your turn to look down at you feet shyly. “And now that I know you a bit better I’d be willing to give you a chance.”

“Really?!” He asked happily.

“Yes really.” You said with a laugh. He beamed at you and pulled you into a hug.

Needless to say, you guys aced the project.

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.

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The urgent news alert flashed upon the screen, the snnouncer serious and somber.
“Alarming news has just occurred. A ship coming from Spenovis has been attacked, causing the ship to crash on a nearby moon. While there were no civilians on it, the droids on the ship are currently missing in the crash. I- yes? Oh. This just in, intel tells us the ship was from Corluctium. While registered as a civilian ship, and claimed to have no weapons, was under false claims. Several weapons were found in locked panels. As well as one droid, caught in the middle of the rubble. While this matter is being investigated, authorities are questioning the Corluctium government.”

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 :)