ALREADY, THIS IS A GREAT WAY TO START THE NEW SEMESTER I LEFT MY GLASSES AT SCHOOL SO I”M WRITING THIS BLIND PRETTY MUCH SO I”LL DO FINISH UP THE ASKS TOMORROW OR FRIDAY SORRY FAM
Hi, could I possibly get a head canon of what a sleepy Alex would be like around John? Like, what he would do if he as in the middle of writing something or after John had finally been able to pull Alex away from his work. Something like that! I honestly just really want to see you write a sleepy Alex, so go nuts. Thanks!
omg i’ve wanted to write about this for ageS LET S GO
here’s the thing: once Alex is torn away from his work while tired he literally becomes the human embodiment of a leech. Doesn’t matter if they’re with friends, by themselves, or in public, Alex will cling onto John and get a very cute sleepy expression and he always rubs at his eyes. Always. Doesn’t matter if his eyes are perfectly fine (which, honestly, they usually aren’t), but he’s the sweater paw, rubs at eyes and face kind of sleepy head.
before that usually there’s some hissing and swearing and possibly yelling trying to get alex away from his laptop and john doesn’t even care anymore he;s just like “i want to marry you and grow old with you one day so fucko you’re gonna live that long, even if i have to drag you into healthy habits kicking and screaming” and alex kind of goes wide eyed for a second (every time John brings this up) so john can easily scoop him up and carry him away
[HEY FAM ITS ZOE I HAVE SCHOOL AGAIN {yikes} TOMORROW SO I”M GOING TO SAVE THE REST OF THESE HCS TILL THEN SO GOODNIGHT AND LET IT BE KNOWN THAT THE TEXTS ARE THE NEW REBOOT OF THE OLD SERIES, SO THEY”RE DIFFERENT OKAY GOODNIGHT]
Headcanon that when Hamilton and Eliza go on a date, he still sometimes gets nervous and can make small fuck ups so he's got a group with with The Boys™ (Herc, Laur, and Laff) to help him to these things.
(This is coming from a very sleepy Myan so I’m sorry in advance but hey this should be interesting) ((I also took the ‘he’s got a group with The Boys’ both literally and like technology kind sooooo))
So, if we’re taking the group thing in the literal sense, the boys would know exactly when to be there for Alex’s dates. (They might as well be on the date with Alex because dear lord they keep him from dying)
Eliza would totally know about the fact that they were there, but would kind of find it endearing because Alex was making such a big fuss out of a little date, so she’d let it slide
oh goD THEIR FIRST ANNIVERSARY. The Boys™ are there, of course, but the Schuyler sisters are totally there too. ((”Hahahaha I don’t know what you’re talking about. We weren’t there, right Angelica?” “We were totally there”))
But like, imagine they’re all just trying to hide behind this one small plant pot and the owners of the restaurant are about to kick them out and they’re completely oblivious and they give him a thumbs up or shake their head frantically. (That was one sentence I’m sorry but i dont feel like fixing it)
They would totally try doing that earpiece cliche, but it ended up getting feedback halfway through because Laf accidentally got too close (WHOOPS) and Alex nearly flailed out of his chair. They haven’t tried doing that since.
Okay, if we’re taking the group thing as in a group chat, then this would totally be their convo
Zoe and I have been contemplating this for a while, but we decided to delete all of the ships that are left. (Not headcanon ships, don’t worry, we’re still taking those) All the ones that we have now were sent after we closed them, and we have at least 20 something left and neither of us think we’re going to go back to them.
I’m not sure if we’re going to open ships again. If we do, it will probably be a while. We really appreciate how many of you asked for the,, it was so overwhelmingly cool that we got so many, but it was also just that. Overwhelming.
Jefferson making sure Hamilton eats regularly turns into them getting lunch together constantly and Jefferson not letting Alexander return to work until he finishes his food.
JAMILTON HIGH FIVE
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but Thomas is really really really sweet about it. Doesn’t let anyone mock Alex or anything (not even his best bro James Madison, though usually it’s just a friendly jibe. Thomas is very, very very protective.)
Usually Alex will be working at his desk, so absorbed in his own world a bomb could go off outside and he’d be none the wiser, and Thomas will slink in like the loser he is and give Hamilton a tiny little back massage thingie and slowly but surely get ham back to the real world.
Also, at his point Alex is usually very snippy because he hasn’t ate and Thomas is soft and nice and also salty because he wasn’t ate, but Jefferson just sort of leans over Ham’s shoulder, saves the doc/email/hellfire and closes the laptop all calmly. During this, Alex is muttering profanities under his breath and he kNOWS THAT IT”S BECAUSE THOMAS CARES BUT GODDAMN ONE MORE PARAGRAPH
eventually thomas will wrangle both of them out of work and drives them to a restaurant (almost always Alex’s choice, because Jefferson KNOWS he’s bitter as always), okay, let’s say for example Alex wanted Chinese food and they go in and order some special and here’s the thing: alex is really good at making his plate look like it’s empty when it’s not, so after the third or so lunch Thomas starts to catch on and holds Hamilton ransom untIL YOU FINISH YOUR FOOD ALEXANDER WASHINGTON WILL HAVE MY HEAD IF YOU DIE
or sometimes Thomas has like A Lunch Meeting with Important People so he’ll pack a lunch from home or he’ll go to some food place before work and leave it next to the coffee machine in Alex’s office
Warnings: Anxiety, depression, uhhh, deep shit I guess
Word count: 1,500+
Author: Zoe
Ship: JAMILTON
[Can also be found on AO3 don’t fret]
"Who will I be in a hundred years from now? In two-hundred? Just a number? A name in a footnote? I intend to have biographies."
Alex stared at the pen in his hand as he spoke. "My eloquence often doesn't translate to my normal speech, due to the fact my vocabulary has been shunned upon in youth, but upon rare moments I fear I can speak what I write. It's equally as dangerous as it is wonderful. These thoughts are not preserved in ink or memory, it is merely known to myself and those who dare to listen to my late night ramblings."
Rubbing a hand across his face, he sighed. "What I have to say will always land me at the top of my class, it is no absurdity to think so, but the question is, can I voice my thoughts to a larger platform than that of a mere college? College is of scholars and fruitful men, brilliant, but known to overcomplicate the implications of nearly everything. Is it so impossible to believe they over think a legacy as mere ego? I am aware of my ego, as everyone should be aware of their own, but legacy rarely lies in the reach of egos. My drive towards a legacy is riddled with a need to be someone, to not be a number, a nameless face in a painting or picture. I cannot live bearing the fact that I will surmount to nothing, if I cannot be someone, than who am I?"
"You are the heart, Alexander," Thomas sat next to Alex on a stool next to the desk. "You will always be the heart, the driving force of us. Not us as just you and I, but our peers, our school, and eventually I am sure it will insure your name in this nation as well."
"If I am the heart, who drives the soul? The mind?" Alexander looked up at Thomas with a perplexing look. A pause. "You are the soul."
"I am the soul as much as I am the mind. And you are as much the mind as you are the soul, love. A legacy may be what you strive for, but remember, the heart must to focus now to grow stronger, and a strong heart..."
"Means a strong mind. And a strong mind is as strong with a pen as that of a sword...Swords aren't cherished nearly as much as the quill?"
"Exactly," Thomas leaned down from his seat to kiss Alex on the forehead. "Come to bed, Alexander, let the words wash over you in sleep so you can have the power to construct your proverbial cathedrals past dawn."
He slid off the stool, holding out his hand for Alex, who gave him a soft smile and rose to meet him.
("-please don't leavemewhatdidIdodon'tleaveme-"
"Breathe, Alex, just breathe with me. Please.")
There was an arm draped over his hip. Legs tangled with his. A warm body pressed against his back, shielding from the nefarious cold from outside the covers. It was nice, it was stagnant; it was a pause that Alex so dearly craved in his life.
"Alexander?" Thomas whispered, arm tightening slightly around Alex's waist.
"Thomas?" His voice always took a scratchy quality in the mornings. Thomas' never did that. Nor did John's. It was like a fountain pen that had run out of ink on parchment. Perhaps that's why they call it parchment, it's parched since it lacks anywaterhowever-
"Stay home with me today," Another hand snaked its way up to touch Alex's hair. Thomas had hands that showed his physical labor intensive youth, with calluses and muscles in places you wouldn't suspect. Strong hands, short nails, cold hands, cold hands warmheartthelinewasright-
"That's a good idea."
Today was a pause. A coma.
("I should have listened to you, pa. I understand, I understand, to church to church to church..."
"It's who you are; don't let anyone else define you. What good is a dictionary missing context?")
"I feel muted today," Thomas said suddenly as the two sat in bed, not moving, not talking, just looking- observing. He only wore pajama bottoms last night, leaving his chest bare and to the mercy of the cool house.
"It's in the air," Alex responded, reaching out to touch one of Thomas' curls. "The tone of today, perhaps, God had intended to leave for rest."
"Perhaps it's nothing at all." Thomas was an atheist. Alex wore a necklace with a cross.
A pause.
"It's the stars," was the quiet remedy.
"Or the moon." A hint of a smile.
"What mercies do we have to Scorpio?"
"What mercies do we have to a waxing crescent?"
It was cold.
("It's history. I'm history. But I will never be history my eyes are clouded my time is outi'mrunningoutoftime-"
"History can wait.")
Pearls. His mother had a single pearl, a gift from her own mother many years ago. Thomas always liked pearls. His skin always looked nice with the soft cream ones. Maybe a gift for the upcoming holiday season?
Alex tugged on a sweatshirt before tossing one over at his...his Thomas. Whatever they were, they were each other's. He walked back over to get into bed, passing the window, he paused, turning back.
"Not the air, nor God, nor stars or moon. A storm, grey, quiet, thundering." Alex opened the curtain to see the downtown city splayed out before them. "What a heroic feat, to mimic what a celestial can do with only water, wind, and a diabolical twist of air pressure."
He turned back to Thomas, who held out his arms with soft eyes.
"Am I shaking?" Alexander held up his hand to see.
"Like a leaf, come on."
("Liberty is a concept that should be applied to everyone. People say it already is. Do they not see the rights of others being ripped away where they stand?"
"You can only make a hero out of yourself, don't make a villain out of another.")
"Are you still cold?" Thomas shook his head subtly. "That's good. Am I warm?" A slight nod.
They were sitting up still, Thomas' back against the headboard, and Alex sitting in his lap. Alex always leaned back in just a way that would manage to align their hearts. Myth said that once two people spent enough time together, their hearts would beat at the same rate. Perhaps it would be something they put to the test.
A wave of shivers wracked his body, making the man in his arms do a soft thing akin to a chuckle, but far too light, far too weary.
Thomas buried his face in the crook of Alex's neck, placing a soft kiss. The chain of the necklace was a very small link, a gift from Thomas himself many months ago. It was a gift to mean something. The thought escapes him now, but it had meaning, somewhere. Somehow.
"Thomas?" Alex asked, said, stated, mentioned, inquired, questioned, demanded.
He hummed.
"I'm in love with you."
He hummed again.
(No words. Silence.
"Say something, anything, you're scaring me.")
He was crying. Tears running down his face. His own personal storm compared to the one that shook the house. This was no hurricane, no tornado, just a storm. A soft thing, even, not the worse they've seen in New York by a long shot.
Alex choked out a sob.
Thomas finally moved his head. One of his hands (strong, calloused) led Alex to slide down just enough to have his heart on the taller man's chest. A heartbeat. A sign of live. A sign of love.
"I'm in love with you, Alexander." His voice was rough, low, honest. It may be the quietest day, but it will forever be the warmest hour.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours.
"Are you cold?"
Thomas shook his head.
("I'm lost."
"Let me show you your path.")
"My soul," Alex said softly, just as they were about to drift off again. "What am I without a soul? What would you be without a heart? Where are we with two minds?"
"Cracked," a reply, quieter than the questions. "But strong."
What a brilliant repertoire to exhibit.
The next morning was different. It always is.
"Alex, did you see my green tie?" Thomas yelled from the bedroom.
"Yeah, I'm wearing it, I think," Alex shouted back from the office. "Can you grab mine?"
"The blue one?"
"Sure," Alex huffed, undoing the crisp knot he took way too much pride in. "Why, of all your ties, did I grab the one with orange poka-dots?"
"Because I have style," Thomas smirked as he walked in the room. "Unlike your made-of-plaid-closet."
"I've seen your lumberjack wear, Tommy, darling, don't think you're off so easily with that callout."
"Lumberjack wear? 'Lex, love, at least it shows I did something other than sit at a desk all day."
"Uh-huh." Alex rolled his eyes at his Thomas. "Just hand over the tie, asshole."
for any ship involving jefferson, with really curly hair it's easier to straighten it first to cut the bad ends so just like, whoever he's with helping him with his hair and stuff
I’m going to make this JeffMads bc i feel like Ham Would RefuSe To dO ANy HAiR (have u seen his??)
Okay, so Thomas realized that his hair was all the way down to his collar bone which is scary seeing as his hair is practically an afro there is so much curl in there. Thankfully, it’s not a full on fro and it’s pretty much just really really tight ringlets…which just so happens to be the only hair he knows how to deal with. So he’s soRT OF REALLY OFF BECAUSE ONCE HE WENT TO SUPERCUTS AND SOMEHOW GOT BANGS HES SCARED TO GO BACK ALRIGHT
and James has the key to his apartment so he just walks in on Thomas with his hands literally lost within the depths of his hair and jEMMY JUST SIGHS AND SITS TOM DOWN
“What are you doing?”
“Helping you get your life together. Where’s your hair stuff?”
“UH.”
And Jemmy just sighs and goes to the bathroom, grabbing a giant ass bag that he’s stuffed under the sink. He’s the older brother and he has many little sisters…he’s learned a lot more about hair than what he needs for his near buzzcut.
AND OKAY AT THIS POINT THOMAS HAS MANAGED TO GET HIS HANDS OUT OF HIS HAIR AND HE”S JUST LOOKING AT JEMMY WEARILY HE”S NEVER SEEN THIS OUT OF HIS BEST FRIEND
THen he sees the hair iron. OH DEAR GOD.
“I’m gonna look like a dead rat.”
“But a cute dead rat, it’ll help me with your hair.”
then it gets _gayer_
lmao sorry I would have gone farther but i’m pretty sure it’s just screaming after this
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