i wonder if i have him tagged as alex or alexander


There are so many to chose from, so I thought I’d make this. 

They will be split up in to ships, and then into six other categories. So, here we go! The other ships will be on other posts, but when they’re done, I’ll link em.

Lams (John Laurens/Alexander Hamilton)

Modern AUs

Something They Can Never Take Away by a_mind_at_work  (@undiscoveredstory here on tumblr)

Word Count: 65,524 (WIP)

Summary: Alexander Hamilton arrives on Washington’s doorstep in distress and disarray feeling like just another worthless kid in the system. He’s certain that the Washington’s house will be no different from the others he’s been to. Usually a chatterbox who always speaks his mind, Alex decides it’s best to keep his mouth shut and his head down as he navigates his new life with the Washingtons, their adoptive son, Lafayette, and Lafayette’s amazing friends, one of whom may be working his way into Alexander’s heart. As much as he wants to move forward, he’s haunted by his past. Can Alexander face his demons or will they ruin him once and for all?

Personal Comment: Amazing. Read it. I am not usually a fan of modern AUs cause I am a massive history nerd, but I mean just read it. 10/10 would recommend. 

i saw the whole story unwind by pocky_slash ( @fourteenacross here on tumblr)

Word Count: 132,888 (complete)

Summary: It’s been two years since Alexander’s popular parapsychology blog helped him crowdfund his way to America and into college. Now, after graduating early, he finds himself accepted into the most prestigious parapsych grad program in the world. He’s going to study and hunt ghosts under the tutelage of George Washington, just like he predicted in his ten year plan. What he didn’t predict was stumbling into the best friendships he’s ever had and falling in love, but he can’t say he’s complaining.
(AKA the one where they’re all grad students ostensibly studying ghosts, but mostly having a lot of feelings.)

Personal Comment: This fic. This fic right here. Okay I read all 100k words of this in like one day and it gave me so many feelings Jesus I love this fic so much omg. Just read it. Seriously. Read it. 

Wine and Dine by UpsideAround (wont let me tag, here’s a link)

Word Count: 17,372 (complete) 

Summary: How many disastrous blind dates do you have to go on before you inevitably fall in love with the waiter that stays behind and talks to you after every one? Alexander was pretty sure this wasn’t Herc’s original plan.

Personal Comment: Amazing, just amazing. Funny and cute and I’m gushing. It made me smile and squeal and jump up and down. Just really, really, really, wonderful. 

In Pursuit of Happiness by theother51 (can’t find them on here, if you know em, tag em)

Word Count: 70,290 (complete) 

Summary: Squabble (v.) - to quarrel noisily over a trivial matter.
“Alexander and John squabbled over who should get the last box of Cool Markers in the store.”

Personal Comment: Hamilton, Laurens, teachers; arguing over markers. I rest my case. There is nothing more to say, than, read this goddamn fic. 

Fix it AUs

A Complete, Unmatched Set by triedunture (it wouldn’t let me tag them; so here’s a link http://stuffimgoingtohellfor.tumblr.com) – Contains more than just lams, (eliza/alex & john/eliza) but still.

Word Count: 10,187 (complete)

Summary: Eight years after the war ends, Hamilton finds his old compatriot and lover John Laurens, very much alive but without possession of his memories. Eliza takes charge, as she did eight years previous.

Personal Comment: Okay, fix it fics are my life and soul and this one is just so wonderful and perfect. I mean a fix it fic and someone coming back to life, sign me the fuck up.

Other AUs

We are powerless by Sammyy (I can’t find their tumblr, but if they have one, feel free to tag them) 

Word Count: 47,675 (Complete, but there’s a sequel on the way) 

Summary: “District Four’s tributes! Elizabeth Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton!”, Lee shouted into the microphone and Alexander reached out to take Eliza’s hand without prompting.
“Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!”
People were still watching them. Eliza’s hand was clutching his, though her face betrayed no emotion. Alexander swallowed and, once Lee was done, pulled her into a tight hug. “Smile for the cameras, Betsey,” he murmured, using the nickname only he had for her, “We won’t let them know we’re scared.” 

Personal comment: A Hunger Games AU, I went in not knowing what this was going to be like and I was blown away. Like better than the actual thing blown away. 10/10 would recommend.

Historical Fics

Apple by Madtom_Publius (Can’t find them here, if you know them tag em)

Word Count: 1,602 (complete, one shot)

Summary: John and Alex think making out will help relieve stress, but John can’t get over what society has taught him, especially when he starts enjoying it too much. John’s perspective. 

Personal Comment: Some trigger warnings: internalised homophobia, Christian specific homophobia, time period homophobia. Yeah so this isn’t the happiest of things, but read the rest of the series. It is wonderfully written.

Ocular by iniquiticity (can’t tag, here’s a link!

Word Count: Ocular (adj): of/or connected with the eye
He was in the eye of the storm. He was surrounded by the calmness of it, by the void of the tempest. He was wrapped and swaddled in the quiet. The tranquil air insulated him from the force of the wind and hail. He had been protected by the shield of it, and it gave him strength to outlast.

Personal Comment: Remember how I said fix it fics are my life and soul, I lied, historical lams is my life and soul. I blame knee breeches and cravats. Actually, this historical fic is my life and soul. I read it again, and again… wait… I’m just going to read it again. 

Okay! The next post will be Jamilton (Alexander/Thomas Jefferson), and I’ll link it here. If you have any lams fics you want me to read, then just submit the link here!! 

Boys (S.D.R. x Reader)

AN: there might be a part two? Maybe. We’ll see. 

Tag Crew: @artisticgamer @huffleheyguys @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2

Request: @megabooklover18 - Then could I request the democratic republicansx reader where one of them accidentally punched the reader and then they panic and go into mother hen mode?

Warning: fuck boys 

Word Count: 1,688


You and the boys were sprawled out on the lawn of the courtyard relaxing after class. This week, all of your schedules were filled with free periods due to the three day long talent show of sorts that your school put on every year before break. All of these free periods meant more time with your boys, which you greatly appreciated. Everyone was grateful for the easy week, with a few exceptions.

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Language of Love (Lafayette x Reader)

Requested by anon: sorry to bother u but: readerxlaf, the reader works at a book store and laf is trying to get books to improve his english but keeps coming back even after he speaks english very well

TW: Poorly translated French, Swearing in French

A/N: I feel like this was really sloppy. I am so sorry.


Lafayette wonders the large bookstore, dragging his fingers across the spines of the books that he can’t read. He picked up a few words when he arrived, but he still barely knows how to say “Hello”. He looks at the covers for some sort of picture to represent translating. Since he isn’t paying attention to where he is going, he bumps into one of the most beautiful people he has ever laid eyes on.

You bend down to pick up the book you dropped. “Do you need help?”

“Oui,” he answers.

You nod slowly. “Translate?”

He nods frantically. “Oui.”

You smile and motion for him to follow you. You guide him to the front where the reference books are. He flips through a few of the books to make sure that they actually are French and heads to the front desk. After the old lady in front of him leaves, he approaches you with a stack of books. You smile when you see him. “I see you found some books.”

He gives you a confused look.

You giggle. “Hopefully, these will help.”

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{ five's company // ch. 17 }

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a/n: hello! i’m trying to get better at updating for this story. the goal is for a new chapter each friday. hope you like it!

t/w: implication of sex

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“They’re very affectionate here.” You mumbled, looking around at all the couples who were openly holding hands and sharing sweet kisses. 

Alex managed a little laugh, swinging your intertwined hands gently. “You just noticed?” 

“Where do you think Laf gets his tenacity from?” John teased, making you laugh a little. 

“I never hear any of you complaining.” Laf scoffed, hands intertwined with Hercules’ as you walked down the streets together.

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going on a date hcs;

Hamilsquad fluff with their s/o please? Maybe dates they would go on with each other or just going on an outing in general? - @cookiepixel

boss’ memo : not to be confused with dating hcs

  • alex has got this odd thing where he wants to go to a fancy restaurant and at the same time he is terrified of being in one (the very moment that he steps one foot through the door, he enters Panic Mode–though it may be difficult to tell with how well he hides it, he’ll be sure to let out a breath the moment you leave as well as mumble something along the lines of “thank you i’m done here”)
    • it’s not that he feels underdressed or self-conscious–hercules would never let him out of the house otherwise. he manages to fit and stand out all at once,, it’s a good look for him
      • your presence (as does the presence of the other boys) does comfort him to the extent that he won’t turn and hightail it out of there immediately, but you can still see in the way his eyes will dart from table to table, and how he holds the tension in his shoulders
    • yet, if you ask him how he felt about the whole ordeal, he’d overall summarize it with, “lots of fun but never again”
      • (though he’d expand that into a paragraph of rambling)
      • (which is fine)
    • alex is skilled when it comes to sneaking kisses and touches in public, so you may experience That,,
      • (especially if you’re on a date, ‘cause he likes to see you get playfully angry,,, he won’t go overboard, just enough so he can savor your expression)
  • on dates in general, lafayette tends to be big on complimenting all of you while resting his head on one of his hands. he wants to see you guys all flustered by him! leaving you all blushy and covering your faces and giggling makes him feel powerful in the very best way possible! (he might make an, “i’m too strong” joke, even)
    • laf would honestly rather stay at home, wrapped up in a blanket with you and watching movies and maybe smiling to himself ‘cause he’s kind of watching your cute reactions rather than the movie. he might fumble over his words a bit if you ask him what he thinks so far may end up admitting the truth or giving a compliment to the movie that he actually intended for you,,
      • “laf, what do you think of it so far?”
        “wonderful. i love yo–the movie. i love the movie. the movie is wonderful.”
    • though, if you do go out, he’s the type to excitedly pull you (and, by extension, the others) over to the window of a store if he spots something that reminds him of one of you that he’d like to buy as a gift,, he’s always looking for gifts, and a frequent question from him is, “i saw you looking at [item], do you like it?”
  • hercules loves going on dates !!! he wants to go on every date!! spending time with you always makes him happy, and he usually defaults to taking you to their (the rev set’s) favorite bar.
    • though, if that’s not your style, and you’re the type to stay up all night / willing to do this for him–he really likes going on late night walks. he tends to stick to areas where the shops and restaurants are still open, and you can hear the excited murmuring of others around you.
      • he’s a big fan of the way the streetlights look,, he goes on these walks weekly and would be honored if you tagged along !! (he’s never alone on his outings, as one of you always wants to go with him, sometimes all of you just go on an impromptu date just like that)
      • he doesn’t really buy anything, he just likes enjoying the moment, but if you seem interested in anything, he’s fine with going over and getting something for you if you’d like him to!
    • generally he’s pretty easy-going, so if you’re the type for fancy dates, he won’t actually mind tagging along! (provided its nowhere too noisy !)
      • he really likes holding hands while you’re all walking, though he usually only holds one person’s hand at a time so he can have a free one,, either way, it’s pretty cute how he plays with your hand and rubs his thumb gently over your knuckles, or traces the lines on your palm,,
  • john’s such a nerd,, he moves quietly and enjoys startling alex by popping up behind him while you guys are out. often he gets separated from the group, but he’s always quick to return (usually with some cool thing he saw,, it’s often a small trinket or another notebook to add to his ever growing collection). there’s also a high chance that he’ll bring you back something nice, too!
    • he usually prefers to go on dates that involve more than two of you, as he finds it easier to keep up conversation with more people, and just listening amuses him in general!! he especially loves when everyone gets into playful debates,, (arguing over the superior pasta, discussing the best powerpuff girl, etc)
      • (it’s especially fun when alex pulls out his phone to cite his sources because of course he does)
      • (he finds it difficult to keep up conversation alone, and while he’s fine with comfortable silence, he’s unsure if this makes you uncomfortable or not–if it doesn’t, then dates with him only are perfectly fine)
    • he’s the one who would stargaze on the roof with you, and he’d maybe bring a few snacks,, he’ll mostly be quiet, as he looks up–but if you’d like to point out constellations or talk in general, he’s all fine with that, too!! he’s just basking in the heavens and in your presence (which is also heavenly)
      • (he might nap? oops. it simply means he’s feeling relaxed around you!)
  • majority of your dates are with all of them, and while they take long to organize, they’re always fun!
    • since they’re easiest to organize, sitting in the living room under a blanket and marathoning your shows / movies of choice is the most frequent kind of date that you all go on ! 

Poly Hamilsquad x Reader






You counted the number of soulmate tattoos that adorned your wrist. Small ones, they werent very showy and elaborate.

Polyamorus soulmates were rare, but they did come up. However, you hadn’t heard of anyone having 4 soulmates since the revolutionary war era.

Yet here you were. Four soulmate tattoos settled on the skin of your right wrist. They each had a special meaning from your soulmate.

One was a quill, another a sword. The third was a spool of thread and the fourth was a pistol.

Whoever these people were, they seemed like quite the bunch. You were very eager to meet them. You wondered what your tattoo was on their wrists.

Maybe some headphones or a music note. That was what a lot of people suggested. It made sense, you had been into music and theater since you were a child.

Speaking of which, you needed to get off to play practice. You would have to worry about it later.

Today was the first day of rehearsal for the new play that you would be staring in.



“Hey there Herc,” the stage manager called as the tailor entered the building.

“What’s up?” Hercules replied as he set down his bag at his sewing station. He was the costume designer for the new production at the theater in his local town.

“The actress playing Heather McNamara got here today. You can take her measurements whenever.”

Hercules nodded and grabbed his notebook.

“Do you know where I can find her?”

“Out in the lobby, warming up. She’s a little standoffish, but I think she’ll be nice. Good luck.”

The stage manager walked away and Hercules grabbed his notebook and measuring tape. He wandered out into the lobby trying to look for this new chick.

Suddenly, a burning sensation was felt on his right wrist. When he looked down he noticed that one of his soulmate tattoos was glowing. The treble clef tattoo.

He shot his head up, scouring the lobby to see if anyone else was experiencing the same situation as he was. They had to be around here somewhere!

Then he noticed a girl sitting on the ground near the drinking fountains, staring at her wrist in shock. Her head shot up and their eyes met with Herc’s.

“Wow,” Hercules breathed.

“Wow to you too,” she breathed back.

Hercules extended a hand helped his soulmate up. Well, one of his soulmates.

The two of them stood their staring at eachother before Herc shot his hand out.

“Hi, I’m Hercules Mulligan. But you can call me Herc.”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

Neither of them knew what to say otherwise.

“Well,” Y/N laughed nervously. “One down and three to go I guess.”


“John!” Lafayette called as he ran into the bedroom that he shared with one of his soulmates. The only one that he actually knew about though. They still had three more to find.

“What’s up?” John asked as he looked up from his book.

“I got us tickets to go see Heather’s when it opens at the nearby theater!”


Lafayette jumped up onto the bed and curled into John’s side.

“It’ll be the perfect night out.”

“It definitely will be,” John replied, giving Laf a small kiss on the lips.

“In two months.”


“Will I always be alone? My family gone, my soulmates nowhere to be found? Am I destined for a life of loneliness?” a sleep deprived writer sobbed softly at his desk.

“Don’t worry son. You’ll find them eventually,” an older gentleman told his young prodigy.

The man sniffled and lifted his head.

“Don’t call me son.”


“Are you ready cupcake?” Hercules asked Y/N as he made last minute fixes to her costume.

“I guess,” she replied, tugging the skirt down a little bit. She bit her lip, betraying her nervousness.

“You’re going to do great. I believe in you,” Hercules said, pressing a kiss to his soulmate’s cheek.

“Thank you Herc. I love you.”

“I love you too.”


“LET’S GO!” Lafayette yelled as he ran down the street towards the theater.

John chuckled. He watched his soulmate run away in excitement. Today was the first date that they had been on in a while.

And while they enjoyed each other’s presence while on these dates, there was always the hole where three other people were supposed to be. They couldn’t wait until they found their other significant others.

“I love you Lafayette.”

“I love you too John.”


“Have fun tonight!” Martha called to Alex as he walked out the front door.

He gave his mother figure a wave as he left to go to the theater. He was told to write an article about the opening of Heathers.

He sighed and made his way down the street. He glanced at the tattoos that adorned his wrists.

What he wouldn’t give to be able to go with someone else at this time. He didn’t think he’d ever been so lonely.


“That’s my girl!” Herc cheered from backstage as he watched Y/N take a bow.

As the curtains closed she ran over to him and jumped into his arms.

“You were amazing!” Hercules told her as he spun around. “Alright, now we gotta go to the lobby and greet everyone who came.”  

Y/N nodded and they walked out hand in hand.

As they were meeting everyone that came to the production, the rest of Y/N and Hercule’s tattoos began to glow.

They were all in the same room.

Both Y/N and Hercules rushed into the crowd looking for their soulmates.

They had to be here somewhere.

Y/N turned towards a young man behind her and noticed him staring at his wrist. Two more young men came rushing towards the already gathered trio, their wrists were glowing as well.

“Holy shit,” the freckled one said, looking at the group. The glowing of the tattoos started to go down.

“I found you guys. Oh my god, you guys… I’ve found you.”

Y/N, looked at the group, the love on everyone’s faces as they took everything in.

A smile crossed her face.

“I love you guys.”

They all looked back at her.

“We love you too.”

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Angel Kisses

Pairing: John Laurens x reader
Word Count: 1,380ish
T/W: Fluffy smut!
A/N: For Anon’s request: “You and other attractive people have freckles on your face, unlike me. Mine are in stupid places like my shoulders and my…. (reader gestures to breasts) and other places!” and John begins kissing readers freckles and smut ensues.
Awww, yes, freckles! I love this!
Tags: @justfangirlingaround

You woke up to the sound of your roommate Alexander, yelling at the T.V. as you stretched in bed you heard his friends chime in with a couple ‘come on’s’ and ‘no way’s.’ Smiling to yourself and shaking your head you looked over at the alarm clock which read 10am. Sliding the sheets off, and getting out of bed you tossed on a t-shirt along with some comfy shorts. You’ve known the guys since you were little and didn’t really care what they saw you in. Alex and you lived together, but the only time you two hitched up was in high school, so you weren’t worried at all. They were all just flirts, except John.

There was always something endearing about John. He was always there for you when you broke up with some boyfriend and he was the sensitive one. When you really thought about it, he was exactly the kind of guy you wanted, you just didn’t know if he felt the same. You always thought he just saw you as a friend and nothing more. In a way it was heartbreaking, but you pushed it aside and continued with your day walking out to the kitchen. There was a collective ‘hey!’ when you came into sight of the guys. You just waved a hand and smiled. 

“Hey y/n, how was the date last night?” Alex called from the couch. 

“Ugh, he was obnoxious and weird,” you poured your coffee,” which is a bummer cause he was really cute.”

“Well…did you play the freckle card?” Alex raised an eyebrow. 

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Father and Son (Philip x Reader)

Request: Okay so you just pointed out how Alexander’s dad side never shows and I think it would make a really cute fic like where the reader goes over for dinner to meet Phillip’s parents and Alex is telling embarrassing stories about him and ahhhh you should like totally write that



You tightly grip Philip’s hand as he leads you into the restaurant. “It’s okay, baby. Just one dinner. Besides, you don’t even have to meet my siblings yet.”

“But-” you start before he cuts you off.

“They will love you. We won’t even be here for an hour. Nothing they say could ever change how I feel about you.”

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Cups of coffee

 *Lafayette x reader
*Word count: 1051

Summary: You work at a coffee shop in New York and Lafayette comes in twenty minutes early. Fluff ensues.

A/N: I’m basically going through all of my writing and fixing it up, because it’s all horrible lmao. Anyways, enjoy and sorry if I missed any mistakes!

Warnings: none

Originally posted by saymaybetothis

It was an average day in New York. The weather was cold and windy, there was loud honking from cabs who were stuck in traffic, and everyone was pushing past each other harshly. No one ever seemed to be in the mood to be a somewhat decent person in the early morning rush of New York City.

Y/n finally made her way to the small coffee shop her family owned, unlocking the cafe and walking inside. Y/n let out a sigh of relief as she took of her coat and walked behind the counter to prepare her own coffee before the shop opened for the day.

There was a ding, signaling the doors had opened. Y/n walked to the front, frowning to see a very cute man, wide eyed with hair pulled up into a bun. “Sir, we’re not open for another 20 minutes-” He cut her off, panting. “I know, I know, but I have to get to work in the next,” he paused and checked his phone, eyes widening. “Ten minutes, please just make me one cup, I’ll pay double and everything.”

Y/n sighed, before nodding her head, taking his order and going to turn on the coffee machine. She then turned back to face him to study him more, smiling when she saw him walking around nervously. “Hey, you okay?” He looked at her and shrugged.

She laughed a bit and nodded, turning back to continue working on his black coffee. Y/n wrinkled her nose in disgust at the thought of someone drinking something so plain. Especially someone who didn’t seem plain at all. She finally finished the drink and turned back to give the man his coffee, smiling softly at him despite how tired she was.

“The total is $5.50.” The man smiled as he took the coffee from her hands and set it down on the counter, reaching into his pocket to pull out a $20 bill. He handed the money to you, taking his coffee and stepping away from the counter. He turned around and made his way towards the door.

“Isn’t this a bit much?”

He didn’t turn around, he only stopped and talked over his shoulder. “I told you I’d pay double.”

It had been a week since Y/n served coffee to the man with the really great hair– She had to admit, she was a bit jealous that he managed to make a bun look so good.

Y/n unlocked the door to the cafe, walking back behind the counter to repeat her daily routine. Put her purse away in the back room, hang up her coat, and turn on the coffee machine to prepare her own coffee for the day. She didn’t want to be a total bitch when she was serving people their coffee.

But for some reason, she kept hoping that the man would show up again today, begging her to make him his coffee twenty-minutes early.

The door suddenly chimed, making Y/n look up from her phone and give the customer her signature ‘hi-what-can-I-get-you-please-don’t-order-anything-crazy’ smile. The man smiled, running a hand through his shoulder-length hair and walked towards the counter. “Hi, uh, are you Y/n?”

Y/n chuckled and looked down at her shirt that showed off her nametag before looking up at the man. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure my name is Y/n.” The man chuckled nervously, looking down at his shoes before looking back up at her. “Can I get your number?” Her once relaxed posture stiffened. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and frowned, trying to find a way to decline his request.

His eyes widened when he noticed how uncomfortable she felt. “Uh, not for me. I-It’s for my friend, he came in like a week ago. He was tall, he had curly hair pulled up into a bun, uh, he was also dark skinned? He also had a French accent! His name is Lafayette.” Y/n smiled when he mentioned his name, “why couldn’t Lafayette himself come get my number himself?” She laughed, pulling out a piece of paper to write her name and number down.

“He’s been sick all week and asked me to come get it,” he laughed, shrugging as he took the small piece of paper from her. She nodded her head. “Well, thank you mr..?” He smiled, shaking her hand, “Alexander Hamilton. Call me Alex.” Y/n nodded, waving goodbye as he walked out the door hurriedly.

After another long day, Y/n locked the door of the cafe and began her long trek home, singing quietly under her breath to a Halsey song she had been playing in the cafe earlier.

When she finally reached home, she collapsed onto her couch and let out a soft groan, a buzz from her phone pulling her out of her thoughts.

Uh hey! It’s Lafayette, I had my friend come and get your number earlier. Sorry I couldn’t come myself but I’ve been pretty damn sick and well.. uh, ya know. Anyways, I should be getting better soon so I was wondering if you wanted to.. maybe go on a date?? It’s fine if you don’t, you probably have a boyfriend considering how beautiful you are.
Sent at 10:55pm

She laughed at the text, beginning to answer when her phone went off again.

Fuck! Why did I send that? Um anyways, sorry about that. You’re probably weirded out right now. Uh anyways, I’ll stop bugging you.
Sent at 10:55pm

You’re so sweet! No, I don’t have a boyfriend and yes, I would love to go out with you :)
Sent at 10:56pm

Sweet, how about this Saturday at 7pm?
Sent at 10:58pm

They both proceeded to text back and forth, smiling when she shut off her phone and let out a dreamy sigh.

Thank god for making a stranger coffee twenty-minutes early.

{ five’s company // ch. 10 }

a/n: mostly fluff tbh…sorry this took so long! enjoy! 

t/w: mentions of anxiety, hints at jefferson + your ex boyfriend being gross (but it’s not a lot), implication of sex (but there’s no scene)

french used:

je vais bien - i’m fine

mes amours - my loves

mon coeur - my heart

mon cher - my dear


You were thankful to be seated with your boys and the Washingtons’. Angelica and her husband too were seated at the same table as you as well.

Mr. Madison and Mr. Jefferson were no where in sight, making both you and Alex feel better for different reasons. 

You sat in-between Herc and Laf, since you hadn’t really seen them the whole night. They happily accommodated you, sneaking little kisses every so often when it was appropriate. 

You reached for Laf’s hand underneath the table. Gave it a comforting squeeze. He smiled down at you. The smile was a little tight, almost a little worried, but he hoped you didn’t notice.

You did, but you reassured him the night was almost over. You’d get to go home soon.

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Hidden Voices (Track 2)

Summary: Thomas Jefferson, world renown, critically acclaimed rapper has lost his inspiration. In an attempt to start over and regain his lost inspiration, he made the bold decision to move to New York City. There, he meets a quick witted barista named Alex, who unknowingly becomes the source of Thomas’s knew found inspiration.

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New York City was still a mystery to Thomas. He wasn’t New York born and raised like Alex was, so he didn’t know about the hidden gems in the city that the average New York native would know by heart. However, Thomas did have a little trick up his sleeve. He had the newest android phone that had only come out a couple days prior to his and Alex’s date, and luckily, he was fluent in Google.

Per Se was one of the most expensive and highly rated restaurants in New York, (according to Google, Thomas might add). It was a relatively private establishment that surprisingly got Thomas right on the reservation list when he called. Thomas made sure to get a table close to the window, so that Alex could look at the tops of the trees in Central Park, and Thomas in turn could look at Alex.

Currently, Alex was holding a glass of wine looking wide eyed at the skyline beyond Central Park. Thomas grinned knowing full well that Alex had never been at such a high class establishment.

“What do you think, Alexander?”

Alex exhaled slowly as if he was amazed. “It’s wonderful, Thomas. This must have costed a fortune.” He breathed out. This dinner costed more than Alex made in a month.

Thomas smiled softly and reached across the table with both hands. One hand grabbed Alexander’s, which was laying on top of the snow white table cloth, and the other gently grabbed Alex's  chin. Thomas guided it to look at him and Thomas melted. Alex had a certain passionate fire in his eyes that was incomparable to anything on this Earth. Thomas could stare into his eyes all day and happily burn under his firery gaze.

“If I could to spend the evening with you, I would pay with all the riches in the world.“  Alex blushed and stared back at Thomas opening his mouth to say something. But, Thomas raised his finger to his lips to stop him. "Let your lips do all the talking, darlin’ ” He whispered trailing kisses from his jawline to his lips. Thomas was so close to sharing his first kiss with Alexander. Just one more kiss and he would seal the deal. Closer, closer, closer, those pink lips were getting so close Thomas could taste it. He leaned in until they were inches apart and-

“Thomas, wake up! You’re drooling all over that sheet music!”

Thomas jumped hearing his agent’s voice in his beautiful dream. He opened his eyes and saw familiar soundboards, speakers, and crumpled pieces of bad ideas written on paper. He groaned and put his head back down on the table before gently slamming it down a couple of times. Thomas was in way too deep for only knowing Alex for a week.

His agent and lifelong friend, James, shook his head at Thomas’s pathetic, lovestriken state. “Seriously Thomas, you shouldn’t have made this stupid bet. I’ve never seen you struggle this much to write a song, which is surprising because you always miss your deadlines. I need you to quit messing around and write that song for the charity event next month.” He groaned. He loved Thomas, but every single month he gave James a heart attack as deadlines crept onto them.

Thomas waved him off and peeked his eyes out of his arms. “You worry way too much James. What time is it anyway?”

“Eight in the morning. Why?”

Thomas stared at him for a minute before checking the time himself on his phone. It really was eight in the morning. He was late! Thomas swore under his breath and quickly threw his jacket on his body and his hat on his head before making his way towards the door.

“Sorry, James. I have to go.” He said running out the door. James ran after him.

“Thomas, wait, you still need to write that song!”

“Later, I promise.” Thomas yelled from the bottom of the steps and ran to Cafe 525. The place was packed. Thomas watched with fascination as Alex ran back and forth making coffees way too quickly to be humanly possible. But, all it took was one person to notice him to have his attention elsewhere. Suddenly, Thomas was swarmed by people wanting autographs and pictures. Thomas threw on a fake smile and sighed autographs until his hand felt broken. Finally, the crowd died down leaving Thomas and Alex alone. Alex grinned and leaned across the counter sliding over a coffee, large dark roast with a double shot of espresso.

“Well, good morning Mr.Popular. I was afraid you were a no show. Oh, and you still have to pay for the coffee.”

Thomas grumbled and slid over a twenty and read his daily insult. Dumb ass, how original. Thomas took the lid off of his cup so that it could cool. “Do you think I would miss a day where I get to see your ugly mug when you realize that you owe me a date?”

“If you want to see an ugly mug, I hope you brought a mirror.” Damn, he was good. “Phillip, come here a minute!” he yelled to someone in the back. So, there was another person working here…

A college aged kid came out wiping his hands on a familiar purple apron. He had bouncy brown hair and was covered in freckles. Thomas thought that this kid must have gotten all the ladies and even some guys at college if he attended. He reminded Thomas of himself in college. Alex grinned and pointed to Phillip while he made a coffee for himself.

“Thomas this is Phillip, Pip this is Thomas.” Thomas reached over and shook Phillip'a hand.

“Nice to meet ya, Phillip.”

“Likewise, but call me Pip. Phillip is too formal.” Phillip said with a smile.

Alex suddenly butted in throwing Thomas a CD. “Pip will be our judge. You had someone else record it right?”

“Of course, that was the terms of the bet wasn’t it?” Thomas retorted rolling his eyes and folding his arms. Alex really thought he was an idiot didn’t he?

Alex smirked and threw in one of the two unlabeled CDs into the store radio and CD player. The first song Thomas recognized as his own. After much thought, he decided to write what he normally wrote. Usually, Thomas’s songs told a story, which he took from his own life. This one was about the hardships that he faced before he got discovered in San Francisco. He was nearly homeless, working a fast food job, and using most of his money on an in home studio. Soon, the song ended and Alex took it out.

“Alright, that was song number 1. Here’s number 2.” This one was Alex’s song. The first thing that Thomas noticed was the beat. the music was too good to be made in a home studio. Unless, Alex bought the expensive stuff… The song itself was amazing. It was about social problems in the U.S. Thomas deducted that it was from Alex’s past. It told a story of a college kid who’s dreams got crushed because of his ethnicity. It was the most beautiful mixture of story telling and call for social change. After the song ended, Pip immediately chose the second song. Thomas would have done the same honestly..

Alex grinned and smirked at Thomas in the most cocky way. “So, when do we get started?”

Breaking... Ch.21


A/N: Welp, this was an interesting one.

Wordcount: 1875

Wanings: General not goodness and maybe language idk

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Breaking The Passage

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. But this certainly wasn’t it. Philip walked into the room. His hair was longer, his shoulders broader and he even seemed to be a little taller. Everyone rushed over to him. Eliza and Lizzy obviously getting the most attention. You just stood there, a few feet away, staring up at him. When you looked back and remembered him, he was always cute, but not now. His cheeks weren’t as round as they used to be, his eyes seemed older than he was. He was handsome. He finally looked at you, you couldn’t read what you saw in his eyes but something flashed there. It was like a flare, there for one minute and faded out the next. He gave you a closed mouth smile. ‘Philly, fake smiles don’t look good on you. Your natural smile fits you better.’  

“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” He asked with ennui. You were blown away, there was no color in his voice when he spoke to you. Where’d my ‘Autumn Rhythms’ go? You blinked away your astonishment.

“I-I’m…fine.” You tried to swallow your fears but you ended up choking on it. He walked right past you, your greatest fear had been realized. He didn’t look back at you; you were just another face. You felt that presence again and you wanted to feel angry at it. But you couldn’t. It swaddled you and held you, it felt smaller than you and yet at the same time it felt like the biggest thing in the world. He went up the stairs, you heard his footsteps, you heard his door close, you’re always listening. Always hearing, always feeling, always seeing, always experiencing. Helpless… I have been made helpless to you, I stand here and think to myself ‘Shall I ever be satisfied?’ I wonder if I was ever enough in my sentences, but am I paranoid in every paragraph of how he perceives me? Am I running out of time? Is this where it gets me? I wait for it, wait for him. He says no to this because why shouldn’t he? I wasn’t around, I swore that I would be around for him. His eyes were on me, but my story is told. Wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him, wait for him. Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied, satisfied. Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless. Am I the madman or the lover? For he is certainly the poet. Where has my soul fled to? Tongue, lose thy light. Tongue, not a word. Thus Thisbe ends. You felt something shaking your shoulder.

“TT! Hey! What’s wrong?” Angie called out to you. You blinked a few times and took a sharp breath. Your face felt wet.

“N-Nothing.” You heaved. Angie looked straight ahead at you.

“Are you sure? You’re crying and sweating and… Oh God is that blood?” Her eyes widened. You touched your nose with a shaking hand, a red droplet rolled down your fingers. ‘How are you?’

“I said I’m fine.” You rushed out of the room, dashing into your own and shutting the door behind you. You took the chair from your desk and propped it against the handle. You undid the back of your dress and let it fall to the floor. You looked up and at the window by your desk. You saw yourself staring back at you. You saw the unnatural dip of your waist from the corset. You loosened it. You saw your eyes, no sparkle. You pulled the ribbon out of your hair. You saw the blood leaking from your nostrils, it dripped onto the arms that hugged your chest. You didn’t wipe it away. This is who I really am… Then it was cold, it crawled up your back. That presence was strong, it always made it’s clear when you were vulnerable.

“Stop. Go back.” It whispered into your connective tissue, the vibrations echoed through the blood in your veins and dispersed through your nose as you took a breath.

“What are you?” You asked to freezing air.

“Home. Go home.” It muttered.

“What even is home anymore? I think I lost it on the way here…”

“Rise. Phoenix will come. Reborn once more. For you have commanded it.” Then it was gone, no trace, no presence, no watching. You fell onto your bed and curled up into a ball. You grabbed your head cloth off your desk and wiped you nose.

I’m fine. I can handle this. Don’t freak out.

            The next day, Philip went out, he stayed out for most of the day. When he came back, he said hello to you, in that same voice. He would talk with the others and then go up to his room. This happened again the next day, and the next day, and the next, and the next. It was frustrating, he was completely ignoring you and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Every time you two were in the same room together, all eyes would be on you and once he left, they’d stay on you. Even AJ tried to stay next to you when you were together, he wanted to try and comfort you and that broke your heart. Angie said she tried to confront him at one point but he kept evading the question. Angie, Johnny, Willy and Lizzy’s birthday passed, Christmas passed, his birthday passed, nothing. This waiting game was killing you. Alex and Eliza tried to comfort you, they were worried about Philip as well. It didn’t help that the smell perfume would fill the room whenever he’d walk in. You wanted to talk to him, you wanted to tell him everything and you tried. He would shoot you down every time, not quite letting you finish. “Sorry, I’ve got a paper to write.” “I apologize; I have to meet my friend soon.” You wondered what happened, what made him have a distaste for you. Why couldn’t he look at you the way he did before? Or call you his starlight? Just one more time… Then you heard a knock at the door.

            You straightened out your skirt and approached the door. You smiled politely as you opened it up.

“Welcome to the Hamilton estate, is there any way that I may assist you today?”

“Excuse me, Miss. I am here to see a dear friend of mine. Is Alexander here?” There was something about the way this man spoke that made you curious. You looked up at him, he was tall, had warm, sepia colored skin paired with dark facial hair and tight curls pulled back into a ponytail. His suit was a deep blue and he stood tall, he had fantastic posture.

“Um, yes, he is here. May I have your name, sir?” You asked.

“Ah, yes, forgive my rudeness. I have not been America for quite some time. Alexander knows me by Lafayette.” I KNEW HE SOUNDED A LITTLE FRENCH! TEN POINTS FOR ME!

“Oh! No, no! Nothing to worry about! Please come in!” You smiled wide and opened the door up for him, once he was inside you shut it behind him. “Does Alex know you’re coming?”

“Yes, he is aware, don’t worry. He said that it would be a good surprise for the children!” He said proudly.

“Well, I’ll take you to his stu-“ A loud, booming voice interrupted your sentence.

“I thought I recognized that French voice from somewhere!” Of course, it’s always Alex!

“Monsieur Hamilton!” Lafayette shouted.

“Monsieur Lafayette!” They both made their ways over to each other and initiated in the bro hug that you remembered so clearly. Seriously, I won’t get an explanation for that will I? Alex went over to the stairs and called for the children. It wasn’t long before a small army of Hamiltons came running down the steps to hug Lafayette.

“Uncle Laf! Uncle Laf!” Angie cried as she ran over to hug the tall man.

“Goodness! You have gotten so big, ma petite ange! I haven’t seen you since you were une tout petite fauteuse de troubles!” He laughed, he noticed her hair. “New style? It suits you.” Angie seemed relieved by the compliment. Philip came down and you tried to look nonchalant. “Ah, the boy of the hour! Glad to see that you are well, Philip. You never did get back to me about that package I sent you.”

“Actually, Angelica took it from me and refuses to give it back.” Philip scolded.

“Don’t blame me for looking better in it!” She scoffed.

            The next few days were like this, everyone was excited about having Lafayette in the house. It gave everyone a bit more energy, everyone except you that is. You sat in the main room, your Midsummer Night’s dream in hand. You didn’t look at the pages, just stared out at your own reflection in the grand windows, and then you saw another face in the glass. You turned to find Lafayette kneeling down beside your chair.

“Miss Y/N, you seem out of sorts. Is something the matter?” He asked with a mix of concern and intrigue. You tried to brush it off, make it seem unimportant.

“No, I’m alright. Nothing to worry about.” He sighed at your answer.

“Let me tell you something, Miss Y/N. Back during the war, I was the mediator of my group. I’m good at knowing when someone is lying and I do not wish to, how you say, toot my own horn but I would say that I’m a fairly good listener. Now, is something the matter?” You couldn’t but feel like you needed to tell someone about how you were feeling. As much as you loved the others, they would be more conflicted. Lafayette was probably the closest thing to a third party that you were going to get. So, you told him everything you could. You told him about your feelings for Philip, how he drifted away, all of your fears about the situation, how horrible of a person you started to believe yourself to be. He just sat there and listened, only stopping you a few times to ask a question. You felt a little better afterwards, it was surprising how much of a relief it was to just get it out into words for someone else to hear instead of writing it away to fester. He took a deep breath.

“Got any advice for that?” You asked, trying to lighten the mood, he stood up.

“We’ll see.” He said simply before turning and leaving you at the window. What…What does that even mean?  

            A few days later, you were serving tea to Eliza and Alex when Philip strolled into the parlor.

“Mom, Pops, I have a question.” That was another one of his new things, calling Alex and Eliza that. They still didn’t seem used to it.

“What is it, my son?” Alex asked before taking a sip of tea.

“There’s a ball at the end of this month. I would like to go to it and I would like to bring someone with me.” He stated.

“Oh? Who would you like to bring?” Eliza asked sweetly.

“Miss Theodosia Burr.”

He is not the one

The reader leaves notes in Alex’s locker and Alex falls in love with the person through the notes, but the reader is devastated when someone else takes credits for the notes and Alex starts dating them.

‘There he is,’ you thought as you ducked around the corner to watch the young man go up to his locker.

He opened his locker and a piece of paper slipped out and fluttered to the ground.

He threw his books into his locker and picked up the paper, reading the note that you had left him.

You turned away, hiding so that he wouldn’t be able to see you.

That smile was a real killer, along with his beautiful eyes. They encaptured you, ensnared you until you could think of nothing else.

You laid awake at night, thinking of his beautiful face and the amazing words that came from his amazing brain.

He was brilliant.

He was Alexander Hamilton, the only man that you had ever had eyes for.

However, you were too shy and nervous to go over and talk to him.

So the only thing that you thought to do was write notes to him.

Mainly little poems that you came up with late at night. Sometimes you just wrote to him, you told him how you felt and then didn’t leave a name or a way to trace you back to the letter.

Then you would slip it into his locker, and hide until he got here shortly after fifth period.

After you saw him read the note, you would take off, running all the way to sixth period that the two of you shared.

AP Government with Mr. Washington.

You sat at your seat and tried to make yourself look presentable, then buried your head in your textbook.

As soon as Alexander and his friends came in, you listened to what they were saying.

They were talking about the note that you had left.

“Who do you think could be leaving them?” Alexander asked. You perked up. That was actually the first time that you heard him question them about who it could be.

They all thought for a moment before throwing out a few names, none of which were yours. You couldn’t tell if you were disappointed or relieved.

“We should ask around, maybe someone would have seen something,” Hercules suggested.

“Sounds good to me, nothing else I’ve tried seems to work. They always seem to get there before I can,” Alex replied.

Before anyone could say anything else Mr. Washington began class. You would have to wait and see what happens.


By the end of the day the entire school was buzzing with excitement about the notes. That was quick.

Whispers were filling the hallways, wondering about the mystery person.

It frightened you a little bit, would you be able to leave letters now, or would everyone be watching you.

Suddenly your ears caught something that made your heart freeze.

“Did you hear? It was Thomas Jefferson leaving the notes to Alex!”


You had to be hearing wrong. Did he take credit for your doings?

You ran to go find Alex, only to see him making heart eyes at Jefferson.

Thomas looked up at you and smirked. He had known all along, and now you were paying for it.

Tears ran down your face, and you took off for home.


You spent that night penning down your thoughts onto a sheet of paper.

You weren’t good at confrontation, and there was no one else to help you figure out what to do.

My dearest Alexander,

Do not believe what people have told you. Jefferson is not the one that has been leaving you these notes.

I am too afraid to tell you who I am. It makes me anxious and all I can do is admire you from afar.

If you want to be with Jefferson there is nothing that I can do to stop you. But you deserve to know the truth.

He is not the one that you fell in love with. He is not the one that stays up until three in the morning, writing these notes.

He is not the one who memorizes every aspect of your face and daydreams about the possibilities that we could have together.

He is not the one that leaves class everyday to deliver the notes to your locker. He is not the one that makes heart eyes at you from across the classroom.

He is not the one that you wanted.

But again, it is your choice. If you are happy with him, go to him. I will stay out of the way.

All I want is for you to be happy.

I will always be yours.

Goodbye Alexander. I love you.

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If That’s Love (Jefferson x Reader)


Summary: You meet Jefferson. 


You and one of your closest friends, Eliza, are walking down the busy New York streets, as you basically become her counselor.

“But, I love him so much, (Y/N),” she protests.

You roll your eyes. “I know, but he cheated on you for two fucking years. You deserve better than that.”


“No, ‘but’s. You need to drop him from your life. He’s not worth this kind of pain.”

“Maybe you’d understand if you were in love,” she mumbles.

You scoff. “I don’t have time to bother myself with such superficial matters.”

She laughs. “You sound exactly like Thomas Jefferson.”

You gasp and put a hand over your heart in mock offense. “I can’t believe you would compare me to such an arrogant-oof!” You run into what you assume is a wall. That is until it makes a sound. You look up slowly. “Fuck,” you mutter, as you see who you’ve run into.

Thomas just a smile. “You should never be compared to such a person. If you don’t mind my asking, who was Ms.Schuyler comparing you to.”

You pray that you aren’t blushing as much as you feel like you are. “Actually, she was comparing me to you.” Out of all the people you could have run into or all the times you could have run into, it had to be Thomas, it had to be now.

He looks shocked. “I doubt you would have that opinion if you actually knew me, instead of relying on what Hamilton has said.”

You just stare at him, certain that your blush has grown.

“Let me take you to dinner tomorrow, miss…”

“(Y/N),” you offer.

“Well then, Miss (Y/N), would you be willing to let me take you to dinner?”

You just nod. He pulls a pen out of his magenta jacket and asks you write your number down. As soon as he leaves, you turn back to Eliza, who looks incredibly smug.

“What?” you ask cautiously.

“You and Jefferson?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Relax, it’s nothing.”

“You, Jefferson, dinner? You know that no woman can resist him.”

“You seem to be doing a good job 'resisting him’.”

“You’ve heard how Alex talks about him.”

“You should still leave him,” you mutter in an attempt to change the subject.

She gives up the topic of your date with Thomas and spends the rest of the walk to your apartment building telling you some bullshit about love. You continue to tell her that he doesn’t love her if he’s willing to cheat.

She walks you to your door before saying, “I’m sure you’ll learn all about love tomorrow night.”

You slam the door and yell, “I don’t have a thing for him! I’m just going for the free food!”

Even if you told Eliza that you didn’t have a thing for Thomas, you couldn’t help but smile when you saw that he had texted you. He told you that he would pick you up and to dress nicely. Since this was coming from a man who cared more about fashion than anyone you had met, you took that to mean a nice dress and heels, considering he was almost a full foot taller than you.


Work the next day really takes its toll on you. You are working as a barista until you can find something to do with your psychology degree. When you get back to your apartment, you only have a few hours to get ready. You sigh and change into a black dress that reaches your mid-thigh with a pair of black heels and a red leather jacket, which is the same color as your lips. You are putting the finishing touches to your eyeshadow when you hear someone knock on the door. You quickly open the door and are greeted with a casually (for him) dressed Thomas. You both just stare at each other. It was strange to see him in jeans, and although you would never tell Eliza, they were doing wonders for him.

He finally composes himself. “Shall we?”

You nod, not trusting your voice. He leads you to his car and opens the door for you before getting into the driver’s side. Throughout the ride to the restaurant the two of you don’t stop talking. He’s much more charming than Alexander described him. You finally get back to your apartment, and he, being a gentleman, walks you to your door. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

You smile. “Very much.”

“Then, would you mind if we did this again next week?”

“I would love that.”

The two of you stare at each other in silence.

He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. “I should probably get going.”

You nod. “Oh, yeah.”

Neither of you makes any effort to move.

“Before I go, though,” he starts. “May- may I kiss you?”

Instead of verbally answering, you rise up to kiss him. He wraps an arm around your waist, while you wrap yours around his neck, deepening the kiss. When you finally pull away, you stare into each other’s eyes.

The two of you eventually tear away from each other. Once you get into your apartment, you pull out your phone and text Eliza.

I think I’m starting to understand all that love talk

Timing - Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Ahh this story has been the death of me but I really liked how it turned out and I hope you do too!

Requested: yes!! @saint-toes I hope you enjoy this!!

Words: 1,742

Part Two?: Nope! I’m really happy with how this turned out

Warnings: Swearing, some unrequited love, brief Alexander x reader

Please let me know if I need to tag anything else as a warning!



Thomas and James were at the library after school and working on Government homework. Of course, they didn’t didn’t need to work on it at the library.

That was all Thomas’s doing. He has been entranced by (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) since his first day of freshman year when he saw her in the towns public library.

Thomas and (Y/N) were both seniors in high school now.

(Y/N) worked in the library every day after school, reading to children and re-shelving books. James went there to work on homework. Thomas went there to watch (Y/N).

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Common Questions (Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 2329

Warnings: Cursing, ?

Request:How about some fluff with… The reader or one of the Hamisquad or others (anyone) being blind ? I’m working on a fic about one of them being blind and the other explain the colors or some sort But I’d love to read You pov of a romantic (or funny) situation

Tags: @sorry-but-no-sorry

A/N: Finally got around to doing it! I made it into a Modern AU because it seemed like the best bet (if anything is offensive lmk pleaseee)

“So you have no idea what I look like?”

It was a common question, but you felt like it could be answered by itself. Yes, you’re blind. And yes, you have no idea what they look like. Sometimes you wondered whether or not they understood what the word blind meant. The answer always seemed to roll off your tongue, and you were always prepared to answer.

“Nope, I have no clue what you look like. Any other questions?” You said, with a small hint of sarcasm at the edge of your voice. You turned back to the shelf, counting the boxes. They didn’t seem to take the hint.

“Yes, actually, I do. Thanks for asking!” This person was definitely an idiot. They began to ramble on and on about stupid comments and questions that seemed quite rude. For instance “so you could never see your partner?” and “why do blind people’s eyes look weird?” and “at least you don’t have to see what you look like in the mirror, especially if you had a bad hair day.” but the one that made you want to hit them in the face, was “being blind must be fun”

Who in their right mind would say such a thing? You tightened your fists, and turned around, walked away with your cane. You heard them calling out to you, but you ignored. If you stood by them for even a second more, you’d be arrested for murder.

As you swung your cane violently back and forth on the floor, you heard someone yelp. You froze, turning towards the sound. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hit you. Are you okay?” You said.

“It’s fine, miss. It’s fine.” You heard him groan at his foot, and stumble around.

“Are you sure? There’s a hospital nearby, I could walk you there.” You said. The man laughed, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly annoyed. It wasn’t common for people to talk about you when you stood right there, but it did happen. “Forget it.” You mumbled, turning around and walking away. You heard footsteps following you, and you stopped.

“What do you want?” You grumbled.

“I wanted to apologize. I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was making fun of you. I was just… I was laughing at myself.” You raised your eyebrow, turning around. “I’ve been having a lot of bad luck today, and you hitting me with your cane added to the pile. I’m not mad, though.” He said quickly. “I, I actually… what’s your name?” He asked.

You bit your lip.

He seemed nice enough. Telling him your name wouldn’t really change much. It’s not like you’ll ever meet him again. You cleared your throat, and held out your hand.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N. Nice to meet you…?”

“Oh! The name’s Alexander Hamilton. But you could just call me Alex or Ham or whatever you like.” You noticed that this man seemed to ramble on a lot. He touched his hand with yours, and you shook it once, letting it go. “Oh, by the way, Y/N. Do you need any help?”

Second most common question. “No, but thank you for asking. I kind of memorized the store.” You said. “And after demanding the store manager to put Braille everywhere, its easier for me.”

“Ah…” He said. You began walking again, and he walked beside you. At first, you were hesitant, but after talking with him a bit about random things, he seemed to grow on you. He did talk a lot, but he seemed kindhearted. You two walked out the store, and you turned to the left, towards the college campus.

“So, Hamilton? Do you go to the university?”

“Yup. I’m a political science major but I plan to go to law school after. What about you?”

And that’s how you became friends with Alexander Hamilton.

The boys immediately became your best friends, without even asking. Although they were awkward around you in the beginning, now they treated you like any other person. Lafayette always walked around with you, insisting that someone may be stalking you. Laurens helped you learn where their dorm rooms were, and even put their number in Braille so you would know. Mulligan flirted with you every chance he got, and constantly tried to explain to you what he looked like.

“I’m telling you, Y/N. I’m the most handsome out of all of us.” He explained, the couch leaning down where he sat. Your side lifted, and you laughed at him. You placed your shades on the side table.

“Oh really? For some reason, Laf sounds the most handsome. Sorry Herc.” He groaned, and you heard the French man laugh in the background.

C’est vrai. (It’s true.)” Lafayette said, his footsteps moving to the other side of you. The couch rise even more when he sat down next. You didn’t know French, so half the time you had to guess what Laf said. You heard the dorm room door open, and the person was huffing and puffing. You stood up, walking over. Ever since they met you, the boys made sure that there wasn’t anything on the floor. It was helpful, since the first time you came you fell flat on your face.

You walked into the room hesitantly, moving your cane back and forth. Suddenly, you felt a piece of cloth under your foot, and before you could catch yourself, you fell to the ground, your head hitting the side of the couch. You groaned, holding it softly.

“Oh shit! Y/N, are you okay?” Laurens said, his hand touching your arm.

“Yea, I’m fine. This room must be a mess…” You mumbled. When you tried moving from the spot, you felt your head throbbing.

“Y/N! You’re bleeding!” Lafayette yelled, and you heard more footsteps running towards you.

“Guys, I’m telling you that I’m fine. It’s probably nothing.”

Later that day, you found out you had a concussion.

“Y/N! Are the boys messing with you again?” Hamilton said, touching your arm. You shook your head, reaching for the bag in his hand. “Hey-“

“Nope, it’s my turn to put the stuff away. I’ll figure it out.” You heard him sigh, but he let go of the bag, leaving it in your hands. “I know how to put the stuff away, Alex.” This reminded you of the time the boys tried to explained colors to you.

“Okay, Y/N, so you’ve been unable to see since you were young?” Laurens asked.

“Yup. Maybe since I was a few months old, they realized that I was constantly crawling into objects, and I never looked at my parents in the eyes. At first, they thought it was just what babies did. Until I told them that I couldn’t actually see them.”

“So you have no idea what brown looks like? Blue, red, orange?” Mulligan said, and you assumed the arm wrapped around you was his.

“No idea. But hey, maybe you guys could describe them for me?” You asked.

“Ahh. This is very difficile (difficult). Monsieur Hamilton, would you be able to help us?” Lafayette asked Hamilton. You heard some shuffling from the kitchen, and you heard him sit right next to you.

“Okay. Let’s start with rain. You know how you put your fingers through water, how does it feel?” Hamilton said, and grabbed your hand. You felt him put in inside the liquid. You felt your fingers reach it, the wet substance coating the skin.

“It feels like you could go right through it? Like it’s not even there.” You mumbled.

“Exactly. That’s how clear looks.”

Alexander was the one you grew closest to, probably due to the fact that he was the one you met first. He was always three steps ahead of everyone, and made sure you were comfortable in every situation. You continuously protested to him about it, but he shrugged it off, saying that it was his ‘job’.

You didn’t want to admit it, but your feelings for him were more than friendly. His caring for you warmed your heart, and he allowed you to be independent, to do things on your own. Your other partners (which weren’t the best) didn’t let you have your own space, and hovered over you every step of the way. It became bothersome, and made you give up on love long ago. But ever since you met Hamilton, your ideals changed.

“Earth to Y/N? I’ve called your name at least five times.” Hamilton said, poking your cheek. You swatted his fingers away, digging through the bag again. He stayed silent, the only voices you heard were Mulligan and Lafayette on the couch. “Y/N, after you’re done, do you want to grab a cup of coffee?” You looked towards his voice.

“Uh, sure? What’s the occasion?” He didn’t answer you after that, and you worried that something might be wrong.

Hamilton and you arrived at the local coffee shop. You ordered your favorite coffee, and he ordered black. As you two sat in silence, your worry began to grow. Was he in trouble? Did he actually kill Jefferson this time? Is he ill?

“You know, you don’t have to wear those shades around me. Your eyes are beautiful.” He stated, and you heard him sip on his coffee. You shook your head.

“I’d rather keep them on. Some people might be uncomfortable if I took them off. Plus, it’s to keep them safe from the sun. Maybe my eyes will burn, and I won’t even realize it.” You joked. He touched your hand, and you moved your eyes down. “Ham, are you okay?”

“I want you to stop talking about yourself like that.” He mumbled. You were confused. Maybe he didn’t get the joke? “If someone is rude towards you, let me know.”

“Okay, Alexander. What the hell is going on? You’re kind of being overbearing right now, and I don’t think it’s because of my eyes.” You squeezed his fingers, and he sighed.

“No, I’m sorry, it’s just…” his voice trailed off. You stayed silent, letting him finish. “Every time we’re walking together, everyone is staring at you, like you’re an alien. It makes me want to punch them in the face. Don’t they have any manners? And they try to avoid you at all costs, like you’re a disease. I hate it, I hate it so much.”

You entwined your fingers with his. “Is this what’s been bothering you? Alex, they’re just curious, that’s why they stare. And they avoid me because they are nervous that they might do something wrong. I’m used to it.”

“But you shouldn’t be, you shouldn’t be used to being treated like that. And when I hear them whispering about you…” he grew quiet once more. “Y/N, I know you’re an amazing person. You joke around with me, you care about what I have to say, you sit and talk with me for hours. You even know when I’m in a bad mood, right when I walk into the room. And I want other people to see that. I want them to see how beautiful you are. How much I love you.”

How much I love you.

“What?” You whispered, the question falling off your tongue.

“I love you, Y/N. It might have been since you gave me a bruise in that supermarket. I love you.” He said again. You let go of his fingers, shocked.

He loved you. Alexander Hamilton, the man you fell in love with, loved you.

You pushed your coffee off to the side, and stood up. You heard him stand up as well. You grabbed your cane, and turned towards the direction of the door. Someone seemed to open it for you, and you thanked them with a tight smile, guiding your way down the sidewalk. “Y/N? Y/N! Wait, don’t just leave.” You felt a hand grab you arm, stopping you from moving any further. “Y/N, talk to me. Don’t just walk away.” You pushed Hamilton’s arm off.

“You’re not suppose to say that, you’re not suppose to fall in love with me.” You said, your hands shaking. You felt him touch yours, rubbing them softly. “Just…just keep your feelings to yourself, alright?” You mumbled.

“I can’t do it anymore, Y/N. I’ve tried to ignore my feelings, but I can’t. And I feel like you feel the same way I do. Please, tell me.” He said desperately.

“I, I do. I love you, Alexander. But we can’t do this. We can’t be together.”


“I don’t want to hold you back. I don’t want you to be treated differently just because your with me. I don’t want to slow down your life. What happens when we grow old? If I lose my hearing too, then I’ll just be useless. I won’t be able to do anything-“

“Stop.” Alexander said, interrupting your rant. “Stop. Do you think I would give up on you that easily? I love you, Y/N. and I’m going to take you as you are, or who you grow to be. You don’t hold me back. Did you know that I’ve been getting the best grades possible since I’ve met you? You motivate me, Y/N. You make me a better person. And I hope that I can do the same for you. 

“So you really want to do this?’ You whispered, and you felt a few drops on water fall on your face.

“I really do.” You smiled, and you heard him laugh. The rain picked up quickly, and you two ran back to the dorm, him guide you the whole way. You didn’t remind him that you knew where to go, and followed after, giggling. Once you two made it inside, he pulled you close to him, your chests pressing against one another. His lips grazed yours, teasing you. You groaned, and pushed forward, pressing his lips against yours.

“I love you.” You whispered breathlessly.

“And I, you.”

supergalaxykittens  asked:

you said you were taking request so I wanted to ask if you could write a poly!hamilsquad x reader where they try to pick out a pet together and they each want pets like their personalities (Herc wants a German shepherd maybe) and could you also tag me in it. thank you!

Perfect Adoption
~Poly! Hamilsquad x reader
~Word count: 1,266
~Warnings: None :3
~Sorry for taking so long~~ This one was fun to write~~
~Tags: @interwebseriesfan24 @yayhamletnonstop @supergalaxykittens

You were on your way to the animal shelter to pick out a dog. Your apartment was a small one, so you never had the space to get a dog. Until you met your boys. They were the loves of your life. After you had met them and joined their relationship, you moved in with them to a bigger and spacious apartment. After a couple of weeks of moving in with them, they wanted to surprise you with a dog and you were excited.

You were in the passenger seat, Hercules was driving and Alex, John and Lafayette were in the back seat. “I’m so excited! I’ve always wished for a dog when I’d move into my own apartment but never got the chance.” You admitted to them. “I’m glad we get to be a part of this moment.” Hercules spoke up with a smile, looking at you for a quick second before facing the road again. “You are so cute when you’re excited mon amour.” Lafayette added. “Can’t wait to get to the shelter! Maybe they have turtles!” John said, sounding like a 7 year old kid. “I doubt they have turtles babe. And if they do, remember that we’re here for a puppy.” Alexander told him before kissing the back of his hand. John slumped into his seat and pouted a little. You turned from your seat to face him. “Aww sweetie.” You had said, looking at how cute he was when he pouted. “We can come back next time and adopt a turtle, if they have any. Ok?” You told him sweetly. He looked up at your eyes and smiled brightly. “Ok darling.”

A few minutes later, we had arrived at the animal shelter and Hercules parked the car in front of the entrance. You all got out of the car and you locked arms with Hercules because you were bouncing with excitement , that you could barely walk. You entered the building and a lady named Sarah greeted you. “Welcome to New York’s Loving Paws and Claws animal shelter. What can I do for you today?” “We’d like to adopt a puppy.” You said as your boys gathered around you.  “Wonderful!” She smiled at you. “If you can come right this way.” She led you through the doors that led into the kennels filled with dogs. “These are our older dogs. They may not be as energetic as puppies but they can be a companion for older people.” She stated while looking back at you. Lafayette and John were greeting the dogs and blowing them kisses. Alex, Herc and you just looked back and smiled at their caring attitude for the older dogs.

When you all reached the end of the hall, Sarah held opened the door for you and you did the same for your boys. “And this is our puppy room. We keep them inside here so that they won’t get too affected by the barking of the other dogs.” The puppies were in a corner, with a knee- length wall cage around them. Sarah opened the cage to let all the puppies out. “Feel free to play with them. I’ll come back in a couple of minutes.” And with that, she left the room.

“Aww! Look at all the puppies!” You exclaimed, sitting on the floor to play with them. The puppies were all gathering around you. Laf and John also sat on the floor with you and the puppies started to surround them too. Alex and Herc sat on some chairs next to everyone. They had different kinds of puppies and you couldn’t believe that you only had to pick one.

A couple of minutes later, you spoke up. “Ok. Have you all made your decision? Because I can’t really pick one because they’re all so cute! I need help guys.” When you turned to face all of them, they all had picked a different puppy. Alex went first. “I pick this little clever devil right here.” He said, scratching the puppy’s ear. He had picked a mixed breed of chihuahua, that had long, straight hair instead of short. “Well this guy is adorable.” John took over quickly. He had a small golden retriever in his arms, cradling him. “But what about this cutey? Looks like she can conquer anything”  Lafayette told them. He had a border collie in the air as he blowed kisses at her. She was smaller than the other puppies. “This bad boy is better than the rest.” Hercules said to all of you. He had a German Shepherd sitting in front of him.

“This is going to be a difficult choice.” You quickly stated. “What do you all look for in a dog?” You had asked them to see why they had all picked their puppies. “I want mine to be smart.” Alex said proudly. “Mine will be energetic and caring.” John went next. “My puppy would be one who is cute but passionate in what they do or will do.” Laf spoke up. “This guy right here is strong and can protect us if anything happens.” Hercules finished. “Hmm.” You said when they all finish. “A puppy with all those qualities.” You thought as you turned away from them and faced at the puppies in front of you. When they started licking you again, you said in a giggly voice. “Stop!” You had laughed as you pulled them away. You realized that one of them had actually stopped and sat in front of you. You called the light gray puppy and picked him up in your hands. You looked into his blue eyes and smiled. “This is the one.” You stood up and turned to your boys. “This is a Great Dane.” Sarah had came back and stated as you held the puppy. “They are amazing dogs. They’re smart, energetic, caring, passionate, strong. They are one of the best dogs you can get.” She finished with a smile. You looked at your boys and held the puppy in front f them. “Please?” You asked them in a cute, childish voice. Your boys had all smiled at you and kissed you on the cheek, one after the other. “Of course babe.” Hercules said sweetly. “This was a surprise for you.” John added in a giggly tone. “Thank you.” You simply told them and kissed them each on the cheek.

You signed the paperwork for the adoption and decided to name the puppy “Leo” because the puppy would possibly grow up to be as big but caring as a lion.  You all had went back home and played with the puppy. The boys played with you too but they mostly stared at you and Leo. After playing with Leo, you brought him to the couch and sat in between your boys. “I love you all so much.” You said to all of them. “And we love you mon amour.” Laf said as he kissed your forehead as the other started to pepper kisses all over you. You giggled at the loving contact and gave Leo a kiss. “Can’t leave you out.” You said to him. “Also John.” He turned to face you. “In a week, we’re going back to adopt a turtle that I reserved and I named him “Rocket”, just like you always wanted". John quickly jumped out of his seat and kissed you. “Thank you so much darling!” John yelling, not able to contain his excitement. “This is the best day ever!” “Mine too.” You agreed with him, as you looked at the puppy and gave a loving and caring look to all your boys.

Thank you for reading~~!!! Hope you liked it~! Any comments and/ or feedback, drop an ask~!!

To the Four of Us (EPILOGUE)

Words: 2,569

Author’s note: It took me weeks (months?) to get this right. I got so attached to my TTFOU characters that I had to make sure they had the right sendoff. I ended up loving this story. I loved writing it, I loved reading your comments (don’t think for a second that I didn’t read EVERY SINGLE ONE of them. I did. And they ALL made me smile), and I love that you guys loved it so much. Seriously I can’t thank you all enough for letting me share this with you and for supporting me. I don’t wanna get long and sappy so I’ll leave it here. Also, I’m sorry for the wait, but I really hope you enjoy it now that it’s here!

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Now, without further adieu, the TTFOU epilogue!!

There’s comfort in familiarity. That was why when they turned onto the familiar street with the familiar lampposts and the familiar trees John literally squealed with delight despite the snow which fell softly onto the windshield.

Alexander raised an eyebrow at his husband. Normally in the presence of snow, John would be at least a little grumpy.

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Law is Law (Laurens x Reader)

TW: Drugs, bad relationship with dad, my lack of knowledge of crimes, maybe swearing???

Summary: You are a cop (a job you didn’t want). John, however, is a drug dealer


You grumble and get out of your car, wishing that you had followed your dreams instead of your father’s dreams for you. He wanted you to be stronger than your sister who was raped while she was in college. He called her weak and “a pathetic excuse for a daughter”. You were absolutely horrified. He cut her off from the family because of something that she had no control over. He wanted you to be better than her. He forced you to go into law enforcement. You figured you wouldn’t get passed the first week, but you passed the entire course. With flying colors. You quickly climbed your way up the ladder and became one of the top agents, which meant you had to go undercover quite a bit. Today wasn’t going to be any different from most. You had already arranged the deal (with the help of an inmate), so all you had to do know was get the dealer.

You walk around to the back of the gas station and gently whisper the code word the inmate gave you. A tall man with his curly hair pulled back into a ponytail emerges from the shadow like the opening to a “political” movie that only white men and women get offended by.

“Four ounces of-(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”

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I’m Here - John Laurens x Reader (Angst)

Requested: Yes

Prompt: ‘john laurens ANGST FLUFF PLEASE’ @saint-toes

Part two?: If it is requested, definitely, if it’s not requested, probably not.

Words: 1,333

Warnings: Mentions of rape, implied sex

Please let me know if I need to tag anything else as a warning!



“Baby, do we have to go tonight?” My boyfriend, John mumbled into my stomach, us both just waking up from a late afternoon nap.

“Considering it is your birthday party, yes, we do have to go.” I laughed, running a hand through his messy hair. He pressed kisses to the side of my stomach making me giggle and squirm to get out of his grip. “I need to get up, I have to shower.”

John’s head immediately perked up at that. “Can I come with?”

I looked over at my shoulder, already walking out of the bedroom. “Only if you can catch up!”

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