Seriously? (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton X Reader
Requested?: By Anon
Prompt: “You had a crush on me! Haha!” “We’re married.”
Warnings: Sassy Reader and Fluff!
You were nudged and softly shaken from your dreaming, being brought back to reality. You blinked and rubbed away the sleep from your eyes, shifting so you were facing your husband, his hands holding you by the waist. You tried to sit up but Alexander applied pressure to your hips, making you lay back down. You looked in his direction with a confused frown. It was really dark in the room but the moonlight seeped through the curtains, tracing the outline of your husband. His hair was tousled and his facial hair was growing out into a beard. There was a gleam in his tired brown eyes. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only the flannel pants he fell asleep in. He must have taken it off earlier after you fell asleep.
“Alex?” You murmured, your voice hoarse and gravelly from being awoken a minute ago. “What’s wrong?”
Alexander smiled apologetically. “I can’t sleep. My mind won’t shut down and my insomnia is kicking in.” His voice was husky and deep, making your heart race. You always loved how his voice can go from being upbeat and loud to deep and quiet in a matter of moments. He likes to use this to his advantage.
“It’s the middle of the night, Alexander.” You whined. “We went to bed at ten. You have been laying here for three hours?”
“I also read a few chapters from the book I’m reading,” Alexander said in his defense. “That usually knocks me out immediately. I don’t know what else to do.”
You thought long and hard once the sleep cleared from your mind. You then got an idea. “You used to fall asleep with me just talking to you. Something about my voice being soothing and calming to you. How about I talk and you try to relax?”
Alexander nodded, shifting so you could both lay down. He rested his head on your chest as you ran your fingers through his hair. You started to talk about your week; how you had to play teacher aide for three hours, how you spent your lunch hour updating your blog on Tumblr, and how you had to walk home because you didn’t want to spend a half hour on a subway. You talked about the weird and long phone call you had with your mom yesterday. You talked about how you and the Schuyler sisters went to help out at that animal shelter a few blocks away. You just talked about simple things, yawning here and there and playing with Alexander’s hair as you did so.
You stopped when you heard Alexander chuckle. You didn’t realize it, but you started talking about memories. Mainly, memories of your and Alexander’s relationship. You were subconsciously talking about how you met, how you thought he looked like a drug addict since his hair was always messy and the dark circles under his eyes were always a blackish-purple. You talked about how you thought he was still cute and how your friends and his friends tried to help you ask him out. You then ended up subconsciously confessing how you thought of him all the time and even dreamt of him a few times.
“What’s so funny?” You asked in an annoyed tone, flicking your husband on the forehead.
“You had a crush on me! That’s too cute!” His chuckling turned into laughter and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him.
“We’re married, Alexander.” You said as your laughter died down. “I’m able to confess this stuff knowing I won the prize and no other woman can have you.”
Alexander smirk as he rolled on his stomach to face you. His arms held him up so he was hovering over you so you could see the playful smirk on his face.
“Possessive are we, Mrs. Hamilton?” He purred huskily as he lowered himself closer to you. Before he could kiss you, you placed a finger on his lips, pushing him back.
“Alex, we both have stuff to do later today.” You turned and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “It’s three am and I won’t have time to get you out of bed once the day starts. So please try to sleep? For me?”
Alexander sighed in defeat before laying down next to you, pulling you into him, his face being tucked into your neck. “You’re lucky I love you.” He murmured like a pouting child. You laughed, kissing his hair before closing your eyes.
“Sweet dreams, Alexander. I love you.”
“And I love you, my dear (Y/N).”
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