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Hey bud… Femilton said that you have information on a missing man that she killed… what happened…

-@detective-tinsley

WHAT!? I have NO knowledge of this! What in the world!?

@the-reports-of-your-dreams how DARE you blame ME for a murder? WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE?!

You blame ME, an INNOCENT MAN, TRYING to get back to civilization while being KIDNAPPED in a GOVERNMENT FACILITY. Shame on you, woman.

-A.Burr (Your President.)

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#// I am exhausted rn so I can’t do anything like #//Detalied #//so the ambulance is like forFemilton thanks purple candle Aaron burr for calling the ambhilance yes yes #femilton #hamilton #ask blog #hamilton fandom #hamilton au #alexander hamilton #rp blog #hamilton musical

come over

This is very ominous. Come over for what? Why are you asking me specifically? I’m sure you have others that wouldn’t hesitate to go to you… I will say you have piqued my interest. Does it have to be now though? It’s quite late.

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Watercolor Femilton :3

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I Need a Ladder|platonic!back-from-dead!Alexander x modern!reader (woah that was confusing)

Not as confusing as it sounds, don’t worry. Basically it’s all platonic, and Alexander died when Burr shot him, but came back to life when you found a one-of-a-kind Hamilton biography with only one copy. Old and about to fall apart, you bought it anyway because churros. So yea. Just a short drabble, still have another Alex x reader in drafts that I need to get on, dammit. Well, enough about my problems. Here you lovelies go!

As I sat at my desk staring at an essay-that also, very conveniently, happened to be the source of most of my current stress-I wondered how I had made it so far through college. Come one, (Y/N), it’s your last year, you’re almost out of here! One essay shall not block your path!

But apparently ‘one small essay’ would do whatever the hell it wanted because it was a college essay.

I stared at my paper longer, completely blank-minded, and tried to think. After 20 minutes of this, I gave up and just started praying for something severe enough to distract me, but nothing too serious it had no solution. I sighed deeply. Well, at least I get peace. But no, not even that, because Alex walked through my door two minutes later. “(Y/N), I’m boooorrrrrrrreeeeeeed.” he complained. “You didn’t-why didn’t you knock?! I could have been naked!” I screeched at him.

“Well, that wouldn’t have been-” Before he could finish the sentence, I tossed my sock at his face-or, more accurately, in his general direction. “Pervert.” I muttered as I scooted my chair closer again. “What’re you doing?” Alexander asked as he started coming closer. Just before he could look over my shoulder, I flipped the paper over. “None of your business, thank you.” I responded sassily. “Oh, come one. Just let me-” “No.” I replied.

Alexander reached for the page but I put a tampon on it. He immediately recoiled. Like, really? “I know you’re from the 1700s or whatever, but the tampon isn’t even open.” I said in exasperation. “Whatever. Just let me see what it is.”

“Only if you retrieve my pencil from the ceiling. Just one, doesn’t have to be all of them.” I challenged. For a moment, he stood with a quizzical expression. Then, he looked up. Alex gaped at the sight of at least 13 pencils stuck above my desk. “Were you writing something or playing darts?” Alex muttered as he stood on my rolling chair. He glanced at the paper. I quickly snatched it and held it to my chest. He huffed and looked at the ceiling.

Alexander started hopping lightly to reach a pencil because he is so short. I sighed and eventually settled in my bed and looked at Tumblr. I was in the middle of texting Maddy, when the call of my name caught my attention. I glanced up and my eyes widened. Alex was only centimeters away from the pencil’s eraser tip. He was standing precariously on a large pile of books on my rolling chair. “Jeez! Wha-” Before I could continue, Alex commented “I may need a ladder.”

“Okay, okay, gosh, just look at the paper, phsyco!” He hopped down with the ease of a ninja and quickly looked my essay over. He nodded in approval and mumbled higher vocabulary under his breath while reading. “Nice.” Alexander admitted as he handed it back to me. “I’m, um, not done yet.” I responded. “Oh, well, it’s still good.” Alexander then turned to walk out of the room, only stopping when hearing my frantic writing.

“What in the world?”

“Listen, when the Founding Father of freaking essays says you’re doing a nice job on your essay, ya get motivated.”