Pairing: Hamilton x reader
Requested: Yes, @slightly-upset-lesbian requested a songfic with Homewrecker by MATD with Hamilton.
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Word Count: 1501
Y/n never believed she was a homewrecker.
Then, she met Alexander Hamilton.
Alex had heard the stories, even seen his best friends get ruined by her. He swore to himself he would never succumb to her deception. However, after Eliza left him and he downed two pints of Sam Adams, he saw her. She was the image of perfection in that dress.
Y/n heard the stories of Eliza and his terrible breakup and set her eyes on a new target. Alex had a broken heart looking desperately for a new start, her specialty.
With a confident head held high, y/n strolled over and ordered a beer.
“You look lonely. Want some company?” y/n smiled sweetly at the boy.
“Sure. Sit,” Alex gestured.
Y/n started her basic routine of strategic touches and flirty comments. She almost felt bad for the poor boy. He seemed so enthusiastic about their conversation. He somehow managed to turn it political. Contrary to popular thought, y/n could hold her own in a debate.
“You know, y/n, you’re not what I expected. You’re smart,” Alex smiled at her.
Y/n just laughed and shook her head.
“Here’s my number if you’d ever want to debate over coffee,” Alex smirked and handed her a slip of paper. Then he pushed himself off of his barstool and left.
Y/n was slightly shocked at his confidence around her. She was somewhat sad at what she knew was coming.
It didn’t take long before Alex had set up a coffee date. He was attempting to pick out a shirt when his roommate, John Laurens, walked in.
“Oh thank goodness you’re here. Which shirt?” Hamilton asked out of breath.
“Uhm, why is the room a mess? Do you have a date?” Laurens smirked.
“Maybe,” Hamilton blushed.
“Girls don’t make the Alexander Hamilton I know blush. She must be important. Who is she?” Laurens teased.
“Just a girl,” Alex said too quickly. Laurens narrowed his eyes.
“Who is she?”
“Y/n,” Alex muttered.
“Y/N?” John asked incredulously. “The girl that convinced Burr to dump Theodosia, dated him for a week, and then slept with Jefferson the second they broke up last year?”
“I know that sounds bad, but she’s not that bad!” Alex defended.
“Not that bad? Dude, she never dates anyone for more than a month. She ruins with relationships. Remember the only time anyone has ever felt bad for Lee is when she cheated on him!” Laurens yelled.
“She’s changed. None of you understand her!” Ale protested.
“Fine, do what you want. But be ready for me to say ‘I told you so,’” Laurens walked out of the room, slamming the door.
The first date was successful. The second one went just as well. Y/n surprised herself when, after a successful third date, she didn’t sleep with him. However, y/n did like to move things quickly. After just one week, the two were officially dating.
Eliza couldn’t stand to hear this.
“Hamilton!” Eliza yelled one day, finding Alex talking to Burr after class.
“Eliza?” Alex asked confused.
“Are you stupid or something?” Eliza threw her hands up in frustration.
“Probably yes,” Burr commented, receiving a glare from Alex.
“What do you mean, Eliza?” Alex asked, annoyed.
“You’re dating y/l/n?!” Eliza asked incredulously.
“You know, she’s not as bad as you all swear her to be,” Hamilton spat back.
“I can’t believe you! I’m just trying to help you. Alex, I still care about you,” Eliza softened for a second.
“I don’t want nor need your help because I don’t care about you,” Hamilton said, coldly.
Eliza’s eyes filled with tears.
“Well, if that’s how you feel,” she turned on her heel and stalked away.
Burr just shook his head at the dumb boy.
“I’ll remind you of the trials she put me through with Theo. If you want another chance with Eliza, I’d caution you to distance yourself with this girl. She’s a homewrecker, and that’s all she’ll ever be,” Burr scoffed, walking away.
Everyone on campus was confused as to how Hamilton and y/l/n had stayed together for two full months. Despite the time that had passed, Angelica Schuyler, the older, protective Schuyler sister, still muttered mean words whenever she passed y/n. Her favorite was homewrecker.
Y/n never let it get to her. She knew she hadn’t done anything wrong. It was Hamilton’s choice who he spent his time with. So what if he liked y/n more than Eliza. It wasn’t her fault.
The only time when it got to y/n is when Eliza would stand beside Angelica as she muttered it. Angelica was vengeful, but Eliza was forgiving and kind. If Eliza didn’t disagree, could it be true?
Y/n felt bad as she prepared for what she knew would be her last date with Hamilton. She’d actually stayed with him for two and a half months (a new record for the young girl). The girl had hung on longer than she usually did. She hadn’t known it, but deep down, she’d been hoping for someone to fall in love with her mind, as Hamilton had done.
Y/n’s roommate, Maria Reynolds, had just gotten home to see her best friend wearing a lowcut dress and copious amounts of makeup.
“Wow, you haven’t gotten dressed up like this in a while,” Maria commented.
“Yeah, Hamilton usually prefers me without makeup,” Y/n replied.
“So, why go back to wearing it how you used to now?” Maria questioned, flopping onto her bed to watch the other girl fix herself one last time.
“I think I’m going to dump him tonight. I mean, we’ve already slept together, and that’s when I usually leave. I don’t know why I’ve stayed this long,” Y/n shrugged, taking a sip of water.
“Because you love him,” Maria answered.
Y/n choked on her drink.
“Pardon?” she asked, confused.
“Remember when I slept with Alex, and everyone called me a whore? I realized I was acting like one, but then I met Peggy. She reminded me how wonderful I was. I was like you, y/n, until I fell in love,” Maria smiled at the memory.
“Well…I-I don’t think I’m in love. That’s a crazy idea,” y/n stuttered.
Maria gave the naïve girl a knowing look.
“No, you’re wrong. I’m dumping him tonight, and that’s final,” y/n slammed the door behind her.
Maria pulled her phone out and dialing her girlfriend’s number.
“Peggy, I need you to tell Eliza something,” Maria said, worriedly.
“Here she is now,” Peggy handed the phone to Eliza.
“Maria? What can I do for you?” Eliza asked.
“You’ve got to hurry! I’m pretty sure y/n is about to make a huge mistake,” Maria explained.
Y/n had just gotten to the restaurant where Hamilton was waiting. Taking deep breaths to calm herself, she stepped out of her car and headed to the restaurant.
“Y/n wait!” Eliza called out.
“Eliza? How did you get here? Why are you here?” y/n asked confused.
“You love Hamilton. I can see it in your eyes. Do not throw away your shot at falling in love,” Eliza pleaded.
“I am not in love,” y/n scoffed.
“Then do it for Alex’s sake. Don’t break his heart like this,” Eliza grew desperate.
“He knew what he was getting into. He knows who I am, nothing but a homewrecker,” y/n spat, throwing her sister’s words back in her face.
Eliza faltered for a minute at the comment.
“He didn’t know! He thought you love him like he loves you. He swears he’s never met anyone like you. You show him a different side of yourself that you never show anyone,” Eliza replied, hopefully.
“Why do you even care?” y/n questioned.
“Because, I still care about Alex. We might have broken up, but I still want what’s best for him,” Eliza smiled softly.
Y/n softened for a moment, smiling. She remembered the way Hamilton made her feel smart, like she was more than what the world thought her to be. When y/n was with Hamilton, there was nothing she couldn’t be. However, the memories of what she had done flooded back in. The reality of who she was hit her.
“It’s all I’ll ever be,” y/n thought to herself.
“If you still care about Hamilton, you’ll take him back after I break his heart,” y/n spun on her heel and marched into the restaurant.
“It’s over, Hamilton,” y/n smiled, coldly.
“W-what?” Hamilton’s eyes flooded with tears.
“Don’t cry, it only makes this harder for me,” y/n said, nonchalantly.
“Why?” Hamilton sniffled, staring at the floor.
“Honey, don’t you know who I am?” y/n laughed with venom in her voice. “I’m a homewrecker. This is what I do. Did you really think we could be in love? Or that we could have a life together?”
Hamilton stood up, with as much dignity as he could muster. Y/n knew he was running back to Eliza, to the life he had before. He would be happier there.
Y/n never believed she could be anything but a homewrecker after she loved Hamilton.