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.
“OUCH FUCK FUUUU––”
“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 ;)))
“I accelerate down a road I have not yet traversed. I travel beyond the red blocks of a home I cannot again call my home. In search of the father of my holy child. The man who sings on the cassette tape.