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Any Other Way

Prompt #2: “Are you okay?” “Of course, why?” “You have on two different shoes.”

Alexander and Thomas had been dating for a few months the first time it happened. He had been up all night writing and debating with strangers who disagreed with him on his blog. His birthday was the next day, which didn’t make his mental state any better.

John and Lafayette just wouldn’t stop texting in the group chat. He was trying to write something and had asked them to text in their chat if he wasn’t saying anything, but they just said he could text back later. Finally, he gave in and read the texts.

23:27 ham&cheese, turtle <3er, baguette 
baguette: but what if he does not actually like me? what if he just likes how i look? 
turtle <3er: oh please, it’s herc 
turtle <3er: of course he likes you, he’s liked you for years 
baguette: realy? 
turtle <3er: yes !!!! 
baguette: *really 
baguette: okay so i should go for it? 
baguette: mon petit lion, qu’est-ce que tu penses? 
ham&cheese: i think you should both shut up and let me work for once

It took him a second to realize what he just did.

23:34 ham&cheese, turtle <3er, baguette 
ham&cheese: oh shit wait 
ham&cheese: i didn’t mean that 
ham&cheese: that was extremely rude and mean and i’m sorry oh my gosh 
ham&cheese: i swear i didn’t mean that i’m just having a bad night and i’m trying to get work done and the buzzes were annoying me and i didn’t think and im sorry 
turtle <3er: alex calm down 
turtle <3er: its okay you’re under pressure and we should’ve listened when you told us to switch chats 
ham&cheese: no i shouldn’t have said that no matter wtf was going on 
baguette: alex i am coming over calm down

He almost started crying when he realized what was going on. Instead of being offended, Laf was trying to make him feel better.

23:41 ham&cheese, turtle <3er, baguette 
ham&cheese: nonono im fine stay home 
baguette: are you sure? 
ham&cheese: omg yes im sure 
baguette: well then go see thomas 
baguette: i may have accidentally caused him to worry. 
ham&cheese: what? nvm i’ll just call him

Alex sighed and pulled up Thomas’ number. He clicked the call icon and waited for him to pick up, which took approximately three seconds.

“Alex? Are you okay? Laf said you snapped, but I don’t know what that means.” He could hear the worry that resonated in his boyfriend’s words.

“Thomas, I’m fine. I’m a bit stressed, and I said something rude. That’s it.”

“I swear on… something really important that if you’re not telling the truth, I will come over there and… I don’t know, probably just cuddle you to death.”

A surprised laugh burst out of him. “Cuddle me to death?”

He heard the rustle of clothing that meant he had shrugged his shoulders. “Hey, it could happen.”

“Then it wouldn’t be cuddling; that’s called suffocation.”

“Whatever.” There was a brief pause. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come over? It won’t take very long, probably just-”

“Thomas, go to sleep. I’m fine; I’ll see you at ass-o’clock in the morning.”

“You too. I…”

After a second, Alex prompted, “Thomas?’

“What? Oh, nevermind. Happy early birthday, see you tomorrow.”

For a long time after Thomas hung up, he just sat there.

23:52 ham&cheese, turtle <3er, baguette
ham&cheese: done. im okay, both of you can go to sleep now

Alex went to sleep before his friends responded.

—

The next day, he found himself even more antsy than the day before. He was jotting ideas down all through breakfast (a Nutri-Grain bar and Diet Coke) and got so distracted writing that he was almost late leaving. After changing in about a minute, he ran down to his car and speeded to work.

Thankfully, his way to school wasn’t blocked by traffic or pedestrians. He managed to make it in early enough to visit his boyfriend. On his way to his own room, he was intercepted by the man himself.

“Alex! Hey, Alex!” He whirled around, smiling when he saw who it was.

“Hey! I was gonna come see you after I put up my stuff.”

Thomas caught up to him. “Happy birthday babe! Now I can come see you. What’s up?”

The small talk continued into his classroom. They had cleaned up some of the cubbies and gone through the movie collection when John appeared in the doorway.

“Oh. Hey, Jefferson.” Alex looked up and saw his best friend. “I can come back later if-”

“Nah dude, what’s up?” When John didn’t immediately answer, he walked over and closed the door behind them.

“I was just checking to make sure you’re really okay. Last night was weird, and you didn’t answer our texts.”

Alex tilted his head, getting out his phone. “Sorry, what texts?” Sure, enough, Lafayette and John had texted him.

23:56 ham&cheese, turtle <3er, baguette 
baguette: are you sure? i can still come over 
turtle <3er: yeah, we can just have a movie marathon or something 
turtle <3er: i mean we have work tomorrow, but when has that ever stopped us 
baguette: alexander? are you okay? 
turtle <3er: alex? 
turtle <3er: he’s probably just asleep 
baguette: peut-être, he didn’t answer my call

“Oh! Sorry. I was rushed this morning and forgot to check my texts.”

6:59 ham&cheese, turtle <3er, baguette 
ham&cheese: sorry, didn’t see these. im good !!

He looked up from his phone and smiled. “Well, I have some last minute things to do before school starts, so I gotta go.”

“Dude, school starts at 8! I didn’t know you were referring to Jefferson as a thing now!” John said with mock surprise.

After gasping and sputtering, Alex pushed his friend into his own room.

“Go organize plants or something. I’m gonna try and put the image of my students walking in on us out of my head.”

John laughed as he was manhandled into his room. “Please, keep the birthday sex to a minimum; there are children!”

Rolling his eyes, he responded, “Please, we aren’t idiots. Also, you’re one to talk, Mr. I-dropped-my-napkin-and-couldn’t-find-it-for-5-minutes.”

“One time!” They laughed for a few seconds before john’s face got serious. “Okay, but seriously, you are okay right? I mean, I know how you feel about your birthday, but are you good right now?”

Alexander took a moment to calm himself from being treated like a child. “I’m okay. Seriously, if I’m not I’ll get you to watch the kids for a few minutes.”

“Would me telling you to go home change your mind?”

“What do you think?” They glared at each other for a few seconds before John sighed and put a hand over his eyes.

“Go home Alex.”

He scoffed and walked back into his room, already back to the essay he was putting together at breakfast. As a result, he barely noted Thomas looking at him oddly.

“Alex, are you okay?”

“Course, why?”

“Um… you’re wearing two different shoes.”

Alex’s eyes shot to his feet before groaning. The shoes looked similar at first glance, but one was brown and the other was black. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just a busy morning.”

“Are you sure? Laf was telling me last night about-”

“I said I’m fine, can we not just drop it? Nothing is wrong!” He didn’t notice his eyes were closed until he felt Thomas touch his face.

He opened them to see nothing but worry in his boyfriend’s eyes. “Alex, I think you should take the day off. If you get like this with your kids, it won’t turn out well.”

“That’s not-”

“Alexander.”

After a moment, he sighed. “I hate my birthday.”

Jefferson looked at him oddly. “Pardon?”

“I already have, like, five mother hens constantly freaking out over my health. On my birthday, suddenly everyone needs to tell me that I look too tired or that I should take the day off. I’m still not used to all these people caring about me, and it makes me uncomfortable sometimes.”

His boyfriend looked at him and took his hand. “I’m not trying to be overbearing. I’m not trying to annoy you or shield you. I just…” he raked a hand through his own hair, “well, I guess now is as good a time as any. Alex, I think I love you.”

Alex stood in shock for a moment before slowly wrapping his arms around Thomas.

“Fine, I’ll go home,” he mumbled into his shirt. “But I’m texting you all day as retribution.”

Thomas smiled and dropped a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Date

Prompt #6: "Come with me."

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Lafayette, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison

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That night, Alexander sat on his bed while Lafayette rifled through his closet. “Please Laf, it’s at O’Charley’s. I think I can manage this.”

“Ah, mon ami, but I want to help you! Seeing as I used to date Thomas, I know what he likes.” He said this very quickly, as if willing Alex not to hear it.

Alex’s eyes got wide. “You and Jefferson used to what?!” Lafayette rolled his eyes, ignoring Alex.

He continued going through his friend’s closet, throwing out different items of clothing, until there was a small pile of clothes on the bed. Then, he grouped different outfits together and told Alexander to go change.

It was 5:59 by the time they settled on dark jeans and a t-shirt that said, “Je suis le champignon!” with a mushroom under it. Lafayette had been on his phone whenever he wasn't talking to Hamilton, most likely helping Jefferson with his outfit.

Around 6:10, Lafayette began gathering his things. “Mon petit lion, I fear I must leave.”

“Laf, I still don't know what to do here! Can’t you come with me?” Alexander groaned.

“I must go, Hercules requires my help modeling a new suit.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Alex snorted. “Alright, go have your unsanitary workplace sex. I’ll be over here eating free pie.” They said their goodbyes, and soon he was left alone until he had to leave.

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Thomas was going through his closet, sometimes stopping and humming consideringly before moving on. Madison was laying on his bed and playing games on his phone.

“Do you think he’ll like this shirt? Angelica liked this shirt. Oh, why am I comparing him to Angelica, he’s nothing like Angelica. He’s rude, forgetful, stubborn, and yet… smart and funny.” He stood in silence for a moment with a smile, before rushing, “I mean, not that Angelica isn't smart or funny. She’s amazing, but- James are you listening?”

He looked up from his phone. “Maybe Hamilton and Angelica have more in common than you think. After all, they both see something in you,” he smirked.

Thomas blushed and looked down. “Are you sure? I mean, Hamilton and I only started talking recently, and-”

“Oh, shut up. You need to find an outfit for your date.” Madison wiggled his eyebrows before going back to his phone.

After a moment of hesitation, Jefferson turned back to his closet. “Maybe skinny jeans? Yeah, that’ll be okay…” He picked out his favorite skinny jeans and a black t-shirt that had a purple oak tree on it.

He changed in the bathroom and sent a picture to Lafayette.

17:43 mon jumeau: quick, is this okay for my date with hamilton tonight? M-JPYRGdM,MdLaf: oh yes, you look delectable mon jumeau: gilbert shush i only needed a yes or a no M-JPYRGdM,MdLaf: hmm but my answer is much more fun, non?

Deciding not to answer, Jefferson got to work on picking out a cologne.

“Thomas, I’m leaving!” James sounded like he was right outside the door, but when Thomas checked, no one was there.

“Dude, where are you?” He heard movement in the kitchen. The first thing he saw was his best friend with half of a pop tart hanging out of his mouth. “Ugh, I’d think you would know some manners by now. Fine, whatever, see you tomorrow.”

James winked. “Nof if you’we lucky,” he managed mumble.

Jefferson’s face scrunched up in disgust to hide a blush. “Just go already, Jemmy.”

---

When Alex got to O’Charley’s, he spotted Jefferson about to walk in. He started to hurry, only barely remembering to lock his car.

As he walked in, he spotted the signature hair. “Hamilton!” Oddly, Thomas looked as nervous as Alexander felt. “Uh, hey.”

He walked over to where Jefferson was seated and slid into the booth opposite him. “Hey, Jefferson, so, I might’ve forgotten your sweatshirt.”

Alex’s face was red, and Thomas couldn't hold back a laugh. “Really? That’s like the main reason why we’re here.”

With the initial awkwardness broken, conversation flowed freely. They talked about work, mostly the differences between teaching 2nd graders and kindergarteners.

“Matthew, one of the oldest kids, knocked over an entire paint container and just burst into a laughing fit on Monday. No explanation, just uncontrollable giggles.”

“You think that's bad? One of my girls, Demetria, just reached in front of her and yanked on this boy’s hair hard enough that she had a few hairs. I think it was Henry, but I’m not sure. They’re in 2nd grade; you would think they had some impulse control!”

Deciding to take advantage of the free pie, they both ended up getting a slice of Country Apple. Everything about the night has been extremely sweet, and the pie only made it better. In fact, the only thing sour was the waitress continually hitting on both of them.

Finally, a jealous Alexander snatched his hand just as she came with the bill. “So, you want to come to my house to get your sweatshirt?”

He smiled down at their hands. “You could just bring it to school tomorrow."

"Come with me anyway?"

"Oh whatever. If you insist.” Thomas looked up at the waitress. “I'll be paying.”

“No, he won't; I will.”

“I'm the one who asked you out.”

“Well, Jefferson, it would make sense if I paid as thanks for that great idea.”

“No, it would make sense that I pay, because I asked you. Miss…Emma was it? What do you think?”

The poor waitress had been watching the exchange with wide eyes. “Um… I would usually say you, but… I don't know!” She took several steps back. “Wave me over when you've figured it out.”

She practically flew away from their table. The two of them looked at each other.

“Did you see that?”

“She was flirting with you.”

Alex gave him an odd look. “Me? No, she was obviously flirting with you!”

Jefferson rolled his eyes with a smile. “Whatever. Now that you're not being uselessly protective, will you let me pay?”

“Rock paper scissors.”

“Best two out of three.”

Four rounds later (“You cheater!” “How in the world was that cheating, Hamilton?”), Jefferson was waving Miss Emma over.

After they had paid, they set off for Hamilton’s apartment. It wasn't giant, but it was enough room for a kindergarten teacher.

With a quick rifle through the laundry, Thomas’ sweatshirt was found and returned. “So… would you like some brownies?”

Alex’s hopeful smile persuaded him to take one even though they had just eaten pie. “Well, the brownie is delectable,” Jefferson absolutely did not blush at using that word, “but I should really go home. School tomorrow, all that jazz.”

“You're right.” Alexander moved a piece of hair behind his ear and looked at his feet. “Thanks for dinner, it was amazing.”

“Don't worry about it.” Thomas’ smile could power the city's electrical grid for at least a few days, Alex thought. “You can pay me back next time.”

They slowly walked over to the door. “Well, drive safely Thomas.”

Hamilton waited until he had responded before kissing him on the cheek quickly and waving him off.

Thomas didn't stop smiling the entire way home.

Je suis le champignon = I am the mushroom

mon jumeau = my twin

M-JPYRGdM,MdLaf = Lafayette's contact name = all of his initials

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Calm Down

Prompt #19: I sat down in the wrong class and today is just not good and you started laughing at me and now the bell has rung and I'm just having a breakdown and you feel guilty

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson

Warnings: anxiety/panic attack

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Alex could practically feel the panic attack that was forming. He wasn't at all prepared for Maths lesson, and he had already been stuck on his anxiety all day. Someone bumped into him in the hall, making him drop all of his books.

He dropped to the ground, quickly gathering his supplies. If this made him late, he wasn't going to be able to make it through the day.

Too focused on his stuff, Alexander didn't look up when he was in the classroom. He blindly made his way to his seat in the back of the classroom, throwing his stuff on the desk and folding his arms over his head.

“Calm down, calm down, c’mon brain…” he mumbled to himself. He heard the bell ring and people sitting down. Surprisingly, he couldn't hear Mr. Knox’s voice.

Someone sat down next to him, which was weird seeing as he was the only one in the back row. “Hamilton, how could you not even notice what class you were in?”

He felt the blood drain from his face. Looking up, he almost groaned out loud. This wasn't Maths with Mr. Knox, this was English with Coach Greene. Next to him, Thomas Jefferson.

“No, no this can't happen. Why would this happen?” He could hear Jefferson laughing next to him. The sound basically echoed in his ears, the only sound he could process was being laughed at.

“C’mon Hamilton, just stand up and go to whatever class you have next. Or, you could just stay here. No one notices you anyway.”

Alex crouched further into himself and tried to push back the tears, everything around him fading into a constant buzz. All he could feel was a weight coming in on his chest from all sides, making it harder and harder to breathe. His thoughts echoed what Jefferson had said. No one notices him.

Suddenly, Hamilton felt a hand on his knee. “Alexander, calm down, you’re scaring me.” That sounded like Jefferson, but he doesn’t care. “Please, before the teacher notices. I’m sorry I said that just please chill out!”

He managed to peek out at Jefferson. His face was mildly panicked, and he kept glancing over at Alexander. When he noticed Alex was looking at him, he made a small motion with his hand, breathing in as he brought it up and breathing out when he brought it down.

Alex took Thomas’s hand. Waiting for hims to do the motion again, he tapped once when his hand went up and twice when it went down. Then, he promptly stuffed his head back into his arms so the teacher wouldn’t notice him. Jefferson quickly caught on, doing the tapping instead of hand motions almost immediately.

The steady breathing had calmed him down enough by the middle of class that he was starting to feel foolish. After a few moments, he peeked out again.

“Sorry,” he mouthed at Jefferson. In response, he tore off a piece of paper and wrote, ‘Shut up, it was my fault anyway.’

Hamilton offered him a small smile and went back to trying to calm down. He was absolutely dreading the bell. Sneaking past Coach Greene was gonna be terrifying, then there’s Jefferson, and all the other people in the class, and next period is lunch which is terrifying on it’s own, and-

Somehow, Thomas noticed his breathing pick up before he did. Instantly, he grabbed his hand and started the tapping again. Alex calmed down even faster this time than he had before. As soon as he was calm, he squeezed Jefferson’s hand and tried to let go.

Oddly, Jefferson wouldn’t let go. When the bell rang (and Alex jumped), he still didn’t let go. He dragged Alexander up, out of the classroom, and behind some stairs.

Usually, Alexander would crack some joke about Jefferson having picked the perfect time to kill him, but things had just changed. He had calmed down in the face of two panic attacks with the help of Thomas Jefferson.

He looked up at Jefferson quizzically. “Look, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for the beginning of class. I saw that you were riled up and decided to bother you instead of ignore you. I should’ve just laid off or told you sooner or something.”

“It's fine. Thanks for…” Alexander trailed off, not exactly sure how to finish that sentence. ‘Thanks for making sure I wasn't caught?’ ‘Thanks for calming me down even though we hate each other's guts and agree on literally nothing?’

Thankfully, Thomas seemed to get his gist. “Well it was my fault; I wasn't about to just ignore you.”

They stood there awkwardly for a few moments before realizing they were still holding hands. Alex pulled away, clearing his throat as he felt a blush work its way onto his face.

“We should go to lunch if we want any food.” Jefferson took out his phone, scrolling through the lock screen before looking up again. “Unless you want your friends to freak out, you should probably go in first.”

Alexander nodded, opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, quickly shut it, and walked away.

Jefferson watched him walk away with a smile before shaking out of it. This doesn't change a thing if he doesn't let it.

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Hello! I was wondering if youre currently accepting prompts?

i'm so sorry, i've been gone for awhile and i'm not exactly at my best right now. also, i've no clue when this was sent, so my apologies. anyway, i am taking prompts!

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are you a peach or cherry person ? ice coffee or ice tea ? sleeping in or waking up early ? lipstick or lipgloss person ? daydreamer or planner ?

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Quote Prompt 17 with Ham/Laurence?

Sorry this took me so long! I’ve been working on so much school work that I’ve been putting off all summer, but I actually like how this turned out.

Prompt: #17 “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Lafayette, and Eliza Schuyler.

Warnings: some cussing, a panic attack.

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John watched with jealousy as Alex flirted with Eliza. He had long since come to terms with his crush on his best friend, but seeing as he was in the closet, there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Well, he could come out. The only person who knew was Lafayette, and they frequently told John what a mistake he was making by not coming out. Every time, Laurens replied with a mention of his conservative father and brainwashed family.

As Alex turned toward him, John quickly dragged his attention to his phone screen. Panda Pop was his new obsession. Alex liked to protest against it, having deleted it because he couldn’t stand seeing the baby pandas crying.

“Why does he have to be so cute!? He knows exactly what he’s doing, I swear it,” he had ranted to Lafayette.

They had rolled their eyes. “Mon ami, he does know what he’s doing. Because he’s flirting with you. Because,” Laf continued over John’s protests, “he likes you! How can you be so blind?”

His flashback was interrupted by Alexander taking his phone. “Really? I think you play this game just to spite me.”

Laurens snatched his phone back. “Haha, of course I do. How could I possibly actually like something?”

“I forbid you to play this game around me.” Alex lifted his chin with a grin he was clearly trying to suppress.

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? We’ll see about that!” Pulling the app back up on his phone, he put his arms around Hamilton so that he couldn’t move his arms and started playing.

“You know I can just close my eyes right?” John snorted, moving his phone away from Alex’s hands.

“I mean, you could. But then how would you stop me from putting Snapchat filters on you?” He laughed as he started moving around.

The laughs died down when Alex turned around and hid his face in John’s neck. “Like this,” he whispered in his ear.

John felt his face getting warm. Usually, Alex didn’t like being touched, so he never had to worry about being too close and giving his crush away. He forced an awkward laugh and tried to back away. “Okay, you win.”

Instead of letting him go, Alex followed him, moving only his head back to grin up at John. “Hey, aren’t you ticklish?” When his eyes got wide, Alexander’s grin grew.

John broke free and ran away, trying to find somewhere at this park they found to hide from his friend. Soon, he found the perfect clearing behind some bushes.

When Alex hadn’t found him after 10 minutes, he started to worry. When 30 minutes passed and he was still crouched behind bushes, he was on the verge of a panic attack. When he found Alexander talking to Elizabeth Schuyler an hour after he ran away…

John sent off a few texts after running to the other side of the park asking where Alex was.

14:21john the turtle: hey where are uou? john the turtle: this means I win haha

When he got no response, he decided to go back to his hiding place and play Panda Pop. After 10 minutes, he finally got a response.

14:33 fighter boi: still lookin for you man! btw I’m totally still the winner

John suddenly registered a massive headache. He threw his phone down and clutched his head, trying to even out his breathing. His head leaned back onto the tree behind him for support.

“Why now? Stupid brain,” he muttered, trying to calm himself down. He dropped to the ground.

A couple minutes into his panic attack, he heard shuffling in some bushes across from him. “John? Ow!”

“Shit.” He let his head drop onto his knees and covered his head. Alexander would see him like this, and then he’d think John was stupid for this. He couldn’t even let him have other friends. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Hey! Man, you won’t believe- John? Are you okay?” He could faintly hear Alex enter the clearing. A few seconds later, John felt him sit down and put an arm around him.

Try as he did, John couldn’t say anything. His breathing increased as he curled in on himself.

“Can you hear me? Try to focus on physical things. Can you smell the corn dogs? Do you feel the sunlight? How scratchy is the grass?” Alex listed off question after question. Slowly, John calmed down.

After his breathing slowed, he curled away from Alex’s arm. “I’m okay; you can go now,” he mumbled.

“What? Sorry, your arms are muffling your speech.” He tried to tug at John’s arms.

He suddenly yanked away from Alex, almost falling over in his rush. John quickly righted himself and made sure he was faced away from Alex. “You don’t have to stay now, I’m fine.”

“Laurens, you can’t just push me away. I won’t let you.” Though he could hear the hurt in Alex’s voice, he knew he had to do this.

Scoffing, John said, “I didn’t realize I needed your permission. Just leave.”

After a few minutes, he heard Alex get up and the bushes rustle. When he was sure he was alone, he started crying.

John hated crying. His father had told him his entire life, “Why are you crying? You’re too old for crying. It just makes you seem like a girl. Are you a girl, John?” Even though he knew that it was okay to cry, it made him feel weak.

Therefore, whenever he cried, he sobbed. He held in his emotions for so long that they just came out in heaves and snot and tears.

He heard a sniffle from behind him. Turning around quickly, he saw Alex sitting across the clearing, also crying. “Alex?” He rubbed at his eyes, trying to make himself look presentable.

Alex stood up, running over to John and crouching down. “John, please. What’s wrong?”

John put his hands on Alex’s cheeks. “Tell me to stop.” He slowly leaned in, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please, Alex.”

Alex leaned forward, gently kissing him. John sighed into it, pulling back after a moment.

“I’m gay. I’ve liked you for a couple years.” John kept his eyes closed. He wanted as much protection from Alex’s reaction as he could get.

What he wasn’t expecting was a hug, accompanied with a kiss to the cheek. “I’m so proud of you, John,” he whispered in his ear. When he pulled back, he admitted, “I’ve liked you for a couple months.”

John started laughing. Suddenly, everything seems fine. Plus, even if everything goes to shit, he has Alexander.

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ugh I feel really guilty for not writing today. sorry guys!! I was working all day doing concessions and it's been absolutely draining. I feel bad just writing this-- but I might not have anything up until Monday. I'll definitely try to finish up what I'm writing and put it up tomorrow but it might not be finished until Monday. sorry guys!!

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AU prompt 17? Hamilton/Burr??

I’ve never written Ham/Burr before, so I hope this was okay! It was definitely fun to write

Prompt: #17 I told you to check your fly and everyone immediately came at me with why was i looking there but i was just checking you out and i barely know you

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan. Briefly: George Washington, Eliza Schuyler, Maria Reynolds

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Alexander had gotten new foster parents, which meant a new school, which meant more people to come out to. Thankfully, this time he was in New York. He’d always heard people were more accepting here.

George insisted on dropping him off on his way to work. “It’s your first day! You shouldn’t be walking, just this once.” He’d grudgingly gone along with it, but told him he could walk home.

It seemed that he had been correct about people being more accepting. Two girls who seemed pretty nice, Eliza and Maria, were making out right next to the doorway to his next class, Journalism. He withheld a laugh and walked in.

The first thing that caught his eye was a guy his age talking to the teacher. He looked about Alex’s age, and he had on some jeans that were definitely his style.

He took a seat in the front row, which was coincidentally the seat closest to the teacher’s desk. This seat gave him the best angle to check out his classmate.

A cursory glance towards his lower-half told Alex that his pants were unzipped. He blushed a bit, wondering if he should tell him or not.

When the bell finally rang and the student made his way toward his seat, Alexander stopped him. “Uh… you should check your fly.” He looked down at Alex with a confused look. “Your zipper, man.”

“Oh!” He blushed and hurried to sit down, grabbing the seat behind Alex. “Thanks, I guess.”

The person in the seat next to him- what was his name? Joe? John? they were in the same chemistry class- laughed. “Why’re you looking there, Ham?”

Hercules (hard name to forget, that one) turned around to look at Joe/John. “Ooh, burn!”

Alex felt his face get redder. He scrambled for an explanation, and upon finding none but the truth, he said, “I was just checking him out!”

Which, admittedly, wasn’t the best way to come out.

Thankfully, the teacher chose that moment to start class. The rest of class was spent frantically taking notes while trying to ignore the giggles from beside him and the stare he could feel on his back. The bell ringing was the best sound he’d heard all day.

In his haste to get his stuff together, he knocked a paper or two out of the cute guy’s hands. “Oh my gosh, sorry!” Alex picked them up and was about to hand them back when he realized that he was nowhere in the classroom.

Curiosity took over and he read the papers. One was his notes for the lesson, along with some sketches of eyes.

The second was just a slip of paper.

Aaron Burr, aka the guy who forgot to zip up his pants.

Flipping it over, he saw a phone number. Alexander couldn’t help the smile that took over his face, but it wasn’t like he wanted to.

He shoved the paper into his pocket and finished collecting his stuff. He’d put Aaron Burr’s number in his phone in his next class.

When he noticed Aaron was in most of his classes, he couldn’t stop smiling. More time to flirt was always good in his book.

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this is what's happening: it's 4:18 in the morning and im listening to Hamilton/Related playlist (as per usual) when all of a sudden, Hundreds of Stories from In the Heights comes on. it's a pretty happy song, so I'm just kinda smiling and singing along. and then. Alabanza comes on. so yeah now it 4:21 am and I'm casually crying over fictional characters.

[baguettewithham]

Fate [or Sleep Deprivation]

Prompt: #25 I work at a bookstore and you’re working on a big project i understand but you can’t just sleep in here let me show you the backroom since you practically live here

Characters: Lin x Reader, background OC’s

Feel free to request a prompt from this list, or send me one of your own!

You opened today, but since Benny was out you were working all day. It's not like you were going to do anything else; Soul Dust Bookstore was your life. You just liked having options.

A sigh escaped you as the door closed after your latest customer. Seeing as it was 3:47 in the afternoon, it wasn't busy. You could probably go find the book you saw earlier without getting in trouble with your boss.

There were some new books in that needed shelving. You picked up a few so you could have a cover if Daniel, your boss, came in. With a quick look around, you walked into the biography section.

What you were looking for was a Lafayette biography. It seemed really interesting, seeing as he played a huge part in both the American Revolution and the French Revolution.

What you found was a guy asleep on the ground with coffee cups scattered around him.Your first thought was that you should wake him up, but then you saw just how many coffee cups he had. Odds were that he hadn't gotten much sleep, which you could totally relate to.

Sighing, you sat down and picked up the cups. Most of them were empty. Most of them had Miranda written on them. One of them was mostly full and had “Lynn like line minus the e” on it.

You barely held back your laugh, hoping you wouldn't wake this person up. That was when a book on the shelf next to one of the cups caught your attention.

“There you are,” you whispered. The Lafayette book was on top of some French history books. You picked it up and started leafing through it, getting so absorbed that you didn't notice the man wake up.

“I hope your book is interesting, (Y/L/N).” The sudden interruption made you jump, knocking over some of the cups.

You felt your face get hot. “Um, oh my gosh, I'm sorry, I just meant to clean up your cups and then wake you up, but I've been looking for this book, and it's just so interesting, and-”

“Woah, it's fine! Chill!” You looked up and saw him smiling and laughing. “Don't worry about it. I'm Lin. And you are?”

You looked at your name tag, forgetting you had covered up your first name with stickers. “Sorry, I'm (Y/N).” Remembering the cup you saw earlier, you said, “So, Lin-spelled-like-line-minus-the-e Miranda, any reason you need so much coffee in a bookstore where you fall asleep?”

Lin huffed out a laugh and scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. “Just working a lot. Working on this project that's basically taken over my life, and it needs a lot of research. Needed a change of scenery.”

You hummed, picking up the book next to him. “Alexander Hamilton? What's your project?” He handed you his notebook. “...Wow.”

As you flipped through his notebook, you quickly became just as engrossed as you had been in the Lafayette biography. It was only after Lin coughed and said, “So?” that you snapped your head up.

“Think you can get me tickets when you're on Broadway? Or, like, anywhere? Actually, can I be like part of the crew? I don't know what I could actually do to help but oh my gosh this sounds amazing!!” A blush quickly found it’s way onto Lin’s face.

He was about to say something when you heard the door chime open, followed by the sound of Daniel on the phone.

“Oh shit, Daniel’s here. Listen,” you used the bookshelf to lift yourself up, “if anyone asks, you were never asleep in here and I was never talking to you about anything other than where the Alexander Hamilton books were. Clear?” Without waiting for a reply, you picked up some cups and quickly walked toward the front.

Just as you threw the cups away, Daniel rounded the corner back to the front. They narrowed their eyes and finished up their call. “Yeah, I understand. I'll call you back when I get the chance. Tell the kids I’m making hot dogs tonight, will you? Love you, bye.”

“Heya, Dani! How’s Tamra?” You tried to look as though you were busy. Daniel could be very intimidating, even though they were usually pretty laid back.

At the mention of their wife, Dani’s face softened. “She's really stressed at work. You see…”

The diversion tactic worked. As you fiddled with whatever was in reach, you waited for Daniel to leave so you could go talk to Lin. But, when they finally left, all that was left of Lin was a note on the Lafayette book.

The one by Harlow Giles Unger is wayyyy better :)

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Over the next few weeks, you helped Lin out where you could. Recommending sources, cafés, lyrics, or when not to take a nap in the bookstore (which covered every shift you weren't working, but he didn’t need to know that). In return, he asked which mornings you worked. You were confused until he started bringing you coffee whenever you worked the morning shift.

“Lin, I already have coffee, I can't finish two!”

“Then gimme the one you got! I think you’ll really like the drink I got you, (Y/N).”

Eventually, he only came in when either you were working or he had to get an idea out. One day after your shift ended, you found him asleep. After making sure none of your co-workers were around, you woke him up.

“Huh? (Y/N)? What’re you doing in my apartment?” he said, obviously half-asleep.

You rolled your eyes. “C’mon sleepyhead. I'm going to show you a mystical, magical place.” His eyes got a bit wider, and you couldn't stop your laugh. “It's called… the back room!”

His arm was put around your shoulders and your arm around his waist. “Wait, m’not tired. At least lemme get my coffee!”

“I'll come get your stuff when I know you're asleep in the back room. You practically live here anyway.” You took him to the back room before coming back for his books and trash.

When you got back, Lin was barely awake on the couch that functioned as a bed for everyone who worked here. You put his stuff down on a table and got to writing a few notes.

This is Lin Miranda, he’s a regular customer here. I caught him sleeping in the biographies, so I took him back here. Don't wake him up unless you're closing or the place has caught fire or something please? Thanks, (Y/N)

psst Lin!! call me when you wake up, or I'll just worry endlessly. tomorrow I can take a large coffee as payment, or you can just get me tickets to your show. either or. :)

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Later, you got a call from Lin. “Hello sleepyhead. How was your nap?”

“Your boss is terrifying. Like, I'm pretty sure I'm banned from ever going in when they're there. If I'm not, I'm going to ban myself.” You laughed at his exaggeration, which was probably his intention.

“Dani isn’t that scary. Oh shit, if they’re mad at you, I’m done for.” You were making cookies with a recipe you got from Benny.

Lin was quiet for a second before coughing. “Hey, what’re you doing now?”

“Just making cookies, why? Is the coffee coming early?”

“Sure, why not?” You paused.

“Lin, I need to know something right now.” Hearing him shuffling around on the other side, you tried to stop smiling. “Are you a serial killer?”

He let out a breath. “Last time I checked, I hadn’t killed anything except insects and that one mouse.”

The oven beeped. “And your characters. Abuela didn’t deserve that end.”

“Eh, the ones I’m writing now did it to themselves.” A laugh escaped from you. “So, text me your address?”

“Well, if you’ll wait an hour I’ll have some cookies ready when you get here.”

You heard a door close from his side. “Or I could come over now and help you make them?” You hung up without warning.

17:14 Nerd #1: (address attached) Nerd #1: these cookies won’t make themselves

Smiling, you set down your phone and went to turn on the tv. Cookies could wait until Lin got here, but the new Steven Universe episode was about to come on. No way you could miss that, even for Lin.

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Can I reblog your prompt list?

of course :)

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I just listened to 'Love Make the World Go Round' (I'm late I know) but like I have never cried more at anything Lin did. I'm demisexual biromantic, I'm not out to anyone, my parents would probably react badly. and like I'm crying so hard right now. he just... I can't right now I love him so much and I'm so so proud of him

[baguettewithham]

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain, and he wrote his first refrain, the testament to his pain

who is hamilton

a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a scotsman