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in the meantime...
I uploaded another chapter to my Hamfic The American Student.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/27327646/chapters/67010500#workskin
Chapter 3: In which Alexander is a hero.
I still have no idea how many chapters this is going to be eventually, but the next three chapters will have references to unhealthy relationships, abuse and violence so if those are triggers for you, please wait until chapter 6 is up.
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Inspired by this iconic series of tweets
Not Enough
@emily-ily2 Hope you’re still in the mood to suffer because here it is! Thanks for requesting this because I’m out of ideas lol. I’m really sorry for this disaster aghhh
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader
Warnings: Cheating, angst, sadness, yelling (it sounds fun already, I know)
Word Count: 808 (short, i know, i’m sorry)
It was three in the morning when Alexander finally came home. You were sitting on a chair in the living room with no space next to you for Alex, should he try to join you. You heard him unlock the door and clenched your fists, anger boiling up inside of you again. When he entered the room, surprise filled his eyes, but that surprise changed to concern when he noticed you staring straight ahead, not greeting him or smiling like usual.
“(Y/N), why are you still awake? You have work tomorrow.” He made his way towards you, leaning in to kiss your head, but you held up your hand to stop him. “Babe, what…”
“We need to talk, Alexander.”
A brief look of panic flitted across his face before he slowly knelt down in front of you, attempting to take your hand in his, and wincing when you pulled away. “What’s wrong?”
You took a steadying breath before answering. “I met someone today.”
He stood up quickly, taking a step back and shaking his head. “You… met someone? You don’t mean--”
Looking up at him, you nodded. “Oh yes. I was getting coffee and ended up having a lovely conversation.”
Alex looked hurt as you stood up and walked into the kitchen, filling a glass of water and taking a long drink. “I don’t… what…” He ran a hand through his hair, looking absolutely helpless. “What was their name?”
You relished the confusion in his eyes when you responded. “Maria Reynolds.” You watched his mouth open and close, for once struggling to find words. Just as he began to speak, you cut him off. “She was very nice. She had a beautiful smile, and was exceptionally charming. I had a good time talking with her. It seems like she’s quite the girl. She’s going to school to be an architect, did you know that? Oh, and then she told me about this amazing boyfriend she had. Alexander Hamilton.” A look of anguished crossed Alex’s face, but you continued. “He works odd hours, of course, so she doesn’t get to see him as much as she would like, but he’s witty, and smart, and loyal.” You practically spat the last word, watching Alex flinch, and shoving past him as he tried to say something again. But you weren’t done yet. “And of course,” you continued, raising your voice so you could be heard over his protests and heading toward the bedroom. “She’s pretty sure he’s not married. Or at least she’s never seen him wear a wedding ring.”
“(Y/N)...” Alex grabbed your wrist and you turned to him with fire in your eyes, yanking yourself out of his grasp.
“Do you know what she did then?” You fought back tears and clenched your fists. “She apologized, and she cried, and she blocked your number, and she asked for you to never speak to her again. She was sorry.”
Alex took his chance to speak while you furiously wiped away a tear. “(Y/N), please! We… we can fix this. I messed up, I know, but I’m willing to try if you are!”
His words froze you, and fury greater than any you’d ever know consumed you. But when you spoke again, your words were soft. “Are you… asking me to stay?”
“Yes. Please, let’s work this out.”
But you were already picking your stuff up from the bed--you had packed much earlier in the day. “No,” you breathed as you walked towards the front door. “This can never work, Alexander. Because you, you jump around from one interest to the next, idea to idea, project to project! And do you know what you do with things when they aren’t quite turning out how you want? You forget about them! You set them down and never pick them up again, because you found something better! You found something else that can make you happy! But that never lasts, nothing ever does! I’m sick of being treated like this, like one of your projects! So when you say you want to fix this, when you say we can ‘work it out,’ you are wrong! Because I’ll let you down, I will always let you down. I’m not enough for you to be satisfied!”
You had found your way to the front door, and you threw it open, stepping out into the cold. You turned back around to look at Alex, waiting for any final remarks, and silently praying that he would give you a reason, just one reason, to stay.
But you were met with a blank stare, and your heart, which had been falling all day, finally hit rock bottom. “You’re right, (Y/N). You’re just not enough anymore.”
He closed the door, leaving both of you to wonder how anything could ever go so terribly, terribly wrong.
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At long last! This has been quite a journey. Thank you everyone for your support: your comments, your messages, your reblogs, your recs. I have never written anything this long (or for this long!) before, and could not have done it alone. I appreciate your sticking with me as this grew from 'fun idea that could be finished in a few weeks' to 'epic book-length thing that took me eleven months to write.'
Big props go especially to the group chat for keeping me on task, with writing sprints, adorable gifs, and the promise of porn. Special thanks is owed to triedunture who has been there from day one with sharp eyes, a keen sense of humour, and unwavering support.
Comments and questions greatly appreciated. FYI that I may end up doing something quasi-legit with this in the future, so please do download if you want an archived copy.
Helpless (Part 3)
Plot/storyline: You knew that getting a job at Hamilton: An American Musical as an ensemble member would be challenging. You didn’t mean to fall for Lin and now it’s just another part of your life you need to fight to keep in control.
* I know this changed a lil from the original but the original intro was sorta shit so i decided to make it sound a lil better.
Disclaimer: I’ve had experience backstage and onstage during musicals and plays so i know kind of what I’m talking about and the rest is made up. I don’t know what kind of work gets put into a broadway musical and by no means trying to make it seem easy cause show biz is super hard. Also I’m pretending that the obc is still together at this time.
A big thank you to my first follower on here @ghitatheo . I swear I was smiling like a lil kid for about five straight minutes cause I was super happy. Also big thanks to @secretschuylersister for replying to my ask and telling me she likes this story. I like actually fangirled super hard. If you didn’t know I read ‘But You’re You’ and I decided to join the world of Lin sin.
*Also sorry for any grammar mistakes cause I suck at the english language. (considering this is my second language i think i should get a free pass)
Lin x Reader Words: 1463 Warnings: like two swear words I think but thats impressive for me because im australian and its in our blood to swear like sailors It’s been three weeks since you started rehearsals. Three weeks since your life was turned upside down. You always knew that theatre was the most accepting place in the world and the cast of Hamilton only helped you prove your point. You had never met people as kind and as nurturing as Renée or Pippa. Or someone who could make you laugh for hours on end like Andrew and Daveed could. You were always in constant stitches over the elaborate stories they told you. Oak who at first seemed like the most intimidating guy on the cast, but, turned out to be the human embodiment of a teddy bear. Although, you still couldn’t master your nerves enough to talk to Lin for more than a few minutes. You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever but that didn’t men that you couldn’t try to. Yet again you found your thoughts consumed with Lin. Why was he taking up so much of your time. You were gonna have your broadway debut this weekend. This little crush of yours was far less important than the most astronomical event in your career. You were deep in thought when you heard Pippa speak up next to you. “So I was thinking…”, “oh that’s not a good idea” you tried to say with a straight face but fail miserably. “Hey!” Pippa said as she pokes you on your side lightly, “as I was saying before I got so rudely interrupted”. The little squabble manage to get the attention of Renée and Jazzy. “ How about to celebrate your opening night on broadway tomorrow, we have a sleepover at my place? I know it’s not exactly glamorous, but, considering we’ve got a two show day the day after I thought that would be the best”. “That actually sounds perfect, it’s been forever since I’ve had a slumber party”. “Good, because Jazzy, Reneé and I were already planning it so you really had no choice”. Diggs on hearing your little conversation decided to share his utmost eloquent thoughts. “Wait, you’re not going to allow me to get hammered with my best friend on the night of her first broadway show. Un-Expectable.” Pippa looked over to him with a smile on her face as she said, “for some reason I think you’ll live Diggs”. He mimed like he was being shot to the heart. Drama queen. “Oh and this an all girls night. No boys allowed in this celebration. We’re going to have an old-fashioned slumber party”. You never really had many friends that were girls. Well you had friends that were girls obviously, but, never ones that you were really close to. “Seems a little unfair that you’re hogging Y/N from us on her opening night” said Lin with a less than pleased tone in his voice. “hmmmm, I wonder why that is Lin?”, Jazzy said while wriggling her eyebrows. Now, you knew Lin to be many things, gorgeous, nice and a genius but flustered and lost for words was never something you expected to see on him. “I was just thinking, oh just.. whatever, forget I said anything”. Before you could even start to wonder why Lin might’ve reacted like that you hear Alex say, “Come on kids, its back to work we go”. Pippa smiled knowingly at you but you decided to shake it off and concentrate on rehearsals. Ok, chill. You were an hour away from your big broadway debut and you were freaking the hell out. Now, nerves were normal for you. You always got nerves before you went onstage and you knew it was because you cared. But today, it seemed like a wall of anxiety came crashing down on your and wasn’t going to stop. You were just thinking about all the things that could go wrong. What if you trip onstage, or forget the dance moves. you’d be a goner. You’d probably get kicked out of the show. No, stop it. You were so lost in that little mind palace of yours that you didn’t realise that someone was knocking on the door to the ensembles dressing room. “Um… Y/N”, you jump around to find Lin standing at the front of the door with flowers in his hands. “Oh, sorry I was just thinking about tonight, what can I do for you?”. “Well it’s more like what I can do for you. I got you these flowers for tonight. I know its not much but I just wanted to wish you luck tonight. Being your broadway debut and all but I know you’ll do fine. You’re super talented and I know you will blow us all away”. You saw Lin nervously babbling and nothing in the world could have made you forget your anxiety than that moment. You were pretty sure that the blush on your face could have matched the one on his face. “Thank you, Lin. This means so much to me. You don’t know how thankful I am to have been cast in Hamilton. I hope I can make you and the rest of the guys proud.” Ok, now you were sure your blush was even worse than his, but the smile on his face made it worthwhile. “You’ll be great, we’re all rooting for you. Um.. I better go get ready but I’ll see you after the show”. You returned his smile and said “See you after the show”. Before, you could comprehend what was happening Lin engulfed you into a huge bear hug. You hug him back almost instantly and for a bit too long in some peoples opinion but in that moment you didn’t care. “Ok… I’ll see you soon”, “see ya” and you saw Lin walk away with a huge grin on his face. Alright. Time to get ready for the show. You took the crowd in around you. They were all on their feet. It was the moment that made you realise that you were right about the theatre. You were glad that all these people saw how well you did and were so proud to be apart of this musical. You’re the last o leave the stage that night, you were trying to take everything. The second you got off stage three tiny bodies hurtled into you and gave you the hug of your life. Pippa, Renée and Jasmine were all squeezing you like they wanted to drain the life out of you. A chorus of “you did so well”, “I’m so proud of you” and “you’re a star” started to ring all around you. after they let you go you made sure to thank them profusely for their ever growing support and love. “Aww you might just make me tear up. Come on, my house is waiting and those Disney movies and face masks wont do themselves y’know”. The rest of the ensemble came up to give you hugs and tell you how well you did and a few even looked like they were tearing up. You told the girls you would see them soon and made your way into the dressing room to get your stuff. “My, my, little missy, where’s my hug”, you jumped around to see Daveed standing in the room and you can just tell by his grin that he wanted to scare you again. “You’re a dick, y’know that”. “One would say a loveable dick” you chuckle at his retort. “Come on superstar give me a hug”. You wrap your arms around him and stay there for a few seconds before a cough interrupts you two. You pull apart to see Lin standing at the doorway an you make your way over. “Hi, Y/N, I just wanted to say you were amazing and we’re so lucky to have you. Have a fun night with the girls, I’ll see you later yeah?”, “Thank you for saying that, it means so much coming from you”. “Ok…”, Lin moves to wrap his arms around you but this time on your waist and embarrassingly enough you were the one that tightened the embrace. You pull apart and you watch as Lin presses a kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight, Y/N”. You dreamily watch him walk off before you are rudely interrupted by Daveed’s chuckle. “What?” you ask somewhat tentatively. “Nothing, I just think you guys have more tension in you than a suspension bridge”. “Fuck off, Diggs”. “It would be my pleasure”, he kisses you on the forehead before he walks out leaving you to contemplate what just happened. Before you can come up with any reasoning in your head you get a wave of texts telling you to get your ass over to Pippa’s ASAP. Oh well, your feelings could wait another day.
Three Things (Hamilton x Reader)
QUICK AND IMPORTANT NOTE: This has a “read more” thingy, but that didn’t work on my last fic for some reason, so PLEASE inform me if it doesn’t work for this one and you aren’t able to read it. Thank you!
The three reasons you fell in love are the three reasons you fell apart. (Modern day AU)
(I whipped this out in a very short time, but thank you all for your positive feedback on my last fic. Sorry this one is sadder.)
Word Count: 820 (hahaha sorry it’s short)
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Reader
Warnings: Cheating, really sad, probably grammar mistakes whoops
His words were the first thing that made your heart flutter.
He was just another guy at some party. Alexander Hamilton, he had proudly told you. You weren’t really interested in a relationship, but gave him your number simply because of his fierce persistence. After just three messages, you were hooked. Something about the way he used the words drew you in and captivated you. He was able to twist anything anyone said to his advantage, and always left you on edge just enough that you couldn’t possibly forget about the conversation you were having. Inadequacy dominated your feelings when you spoke with him, although he assured you that your wit was sharp enough to survive a date with him.
So one date turned into two, and two into three, until you barely went a day without seeing each other. He was far too flirtatious for his own good, which was the second reason you couldn’t seem to stay away from him. Much of what he said left your face burning or brought a teasing reply to your lips, but you loved every moment and craved more. And you always got more, because he was very careful about making sure he had time for you.
He was burdened by his work, writing constantly, but you didn’t mind; he could flirt at the same time. You actually enjoyed watching him work, and that was the third reason you slipped further in love with him. The way he bit his lip in concentration made you smile to yourself, and reading his completed papers filled you with pride. As you grew more comfortable with him, dates became infrequent, and your nights consisted mostly of watching him work. Your requests to go out were kindly turned down–he had to have this paper done by tomorrow. And that was okay. His work was important, and you still got to spend time with him. You were satisfied just sitting in his company.
But eventually, things began to wilt.
“Alex, please, we haven’t gone out in three weeks, and we’ve been eating the same pizza the last two nights. Just take a break, and let’s go somewhere for once.”
“I can’t, (Y/N), I’m sorry. This is important.”
Of course it was. It always was.
“More important than me?”
In an instant, he was out of his chair and standing next to you, taking your hands in his. “No, no of course not. But if I don’t finish this, I will lose my job. I’m sorry it’s like this. I want to give you everything you deserve. I want to give you the world, and every second of my time for the rest of my life. But this has to be done.”
He really was non-stop, and a part of you knew that you couldn’t live like that forever.
Alexander pulled you into a hug, and you put your head on his shoulder. “I love you,” he mumbled into your hair.
“I love you too.”
So you silenced your doubts and told yourself that love requires sacrifice. You would be okay.
You know you had made the right choice when the next night you received a call from Alexander asking you to go to dinner with him–anywhere you wanted.
The feelings of giddiness returned as you sat down to eat with him, and it was just like the beginning of your relationship again.
But with that came the flirting, only this time, it wasn’t directed at you.
Your waitress that night was absolutely beautiful, and you weren’t blind to the glances and smiles Alexander kept shooting her. Too afraid to ruin your night out, though, you kept your mouth shut. You know he wasn’t trying to hurt you, so you kept your mouth shut when he said something that made you clench your fists under the table, and you kept your mouth shut when he didn’t turn in the direction of his home after dropping you off at yours.
It didn’t mean anything. It’s not like he was going to cheat on you. He loved you.
But his love was withering, and when you found out just how much it had faded, your stomach twisted so fiercely you were almost sick.
Your coat was already halfway on in preparation to leave his house. You couldn’t look at him right now. You couldn’t be in the same room.
“It was just a kiss!”
His words brought a swell of rage into your body, and you turned, staring him straight in the eye. Just a kiss.
“What did you say?” Your voice was steady and ominously calm.
“I was just messing around! I– Look, it was just one kiss, and she didn’t mean anything, and none of it meant anything!”
The rage turned to ice. None of it meant anything.
“I know it didn’t. I see that now. Goodbye, Alexander.”
It was his words that hurt more than anything.
(People told me to stop apologizing for my writing so I’m going to try >_> Hope you enjoyed!)
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