Hamilton X Reader

Samuel Seabury X Reader

Shhhhh small children
Just let it happen
Oh by the way this is my version of Sammy
The way I think of him as so yeah

It was a breezy fall day when Y/N and (sorry it's gunna be female pronouns) her friends decided to go out and about on in the city. Y/N was a loyalist, but that didn't harm her friendships. She had the best friends in the world. Their names were Alexander, Hercules, Lafayette, and John. They had stumbled along a man named Aaron whom all the boys apparently knew.

*time skip brought to you by the krusty krab pizza*

Your Point of View

"Ha look at that dweeb over there!" Alexander exclaimed as all the boys (except you and Aaron) cackled. A small and frail man was nervously fiddling with a piece of parchment. He had an anxious look on his pale face, but his cheeks burned red like he had a fever. His blue eyes craved to see England, and his long, white, and curly hair was pulled back into a gigantic silky red bow. Though he had white hair he didn't look a day over twenty one years old. He took a deep breath in and exhaled, stepping onto an old wooden soap box. He fixed his red jacket before belting out

"HEED NOT THE RABBLE WHO SCREAM REVOLUTION THEY HAVE NOT YOUR INTEREST AT MIND" Alexander and the other frowned upon his word and Hercules shouted out at the quite frankly cute man

"OH MY GOD TEAR THIS DUDE APART!" I quickly turn around and punch Hercules's (???) shoulder.

"Not cool..." You mumble out to him as he snickers. About halfway through his speech, John Laurens pushed Alexander to the front of the wave of people. Soon, he started yelling over the guy. It got heated REAL quick.

*ha another time skip cuz I don't wanna write bout fighting*

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You rushed over to his side. His red coat was redder with bloodstains. His bow had been yanked out, his nose was bleeding, and he had an awful black eye.

"Sir are you okay?" You panicked and you sat on the ground, not caring wether your red and floofy (is that even a word?) dress got icky. You gently lay his head in your lap, running your hand threw his soft but tangled hair.

"Ah yes I'll be fine, but please, call me Samuel." He calmly spoke and offered a small grin.

"Here Samuel, let me help you up." You pulled him off of the ground. You looked around for help, but all you saw was Aaron Burr and John Laurens who were silently arguing with each other. You marched over to John and whisper yelled "Tell Alexander he can't talk to me until he apologizes to Samuel!"

Samuel was dragged to the nearest well Y/N could find. She kindly washed his face, making sure not to press down to hard on all the bruises. He had soft pinkish lips, that had plumped from nerves. They looked juicy and thick.

I wonder what they feel liked.....

  Your Point of View (ahh my writing is so crappy and cringey)

I pulled Samuels face closer to mine, wanting a taste of his plump lips. I felt a shaken and cold hand touch my face, pulling in faster then anticipated. His lips landed on mine.

Um some mild kissing involved
    It started off as a light kiss. His lips moved at the same beat as mine, being careful not  overwhelm me at first. He started getting more desperate through out the kiss, clutching at my hair and I even heard a small groan emit from him. I bit his bottom lip and slid my tongue into his mouth.
Quite cringeworthy

He tasted of fresh spearmint. He pulled away from me and his mouth was hanging low.

    "Are you a loyalist?"

    "Duh"
He smiled and embraced you in a hug.

    "I've got to go get my stuff! Please stay right here uhh...?"

    "Y/N"

    He quickly ran off in the direction of his soap box. Suddenly, you were being pulled away by an upset Lafayette.

    "Why did you uh how you say, ah yes, kiss him?" Lafayette asks in his thick French accent.

    "Why wouldn't I?" I chuckled as I replied. Lafayette inwardly cringed at your reply. He then outwardly sighed and said

    "Alexander is angry at you for helping a loyalist."

    "Well he can kiss my rump" I say and smack my own money maker. I slapped away at Laf's strong grip. "And kindly don't speak to me until you're ready to accept I'm a loyalist. I'm so sorry to disappoint you and the gang but I thought we as a whole were tighter then this."

You sashay away and find Samuel.

    "I think I just lost my best friends Samuel."

    "It's okay. At least you have me!"

    "Yeah, I guess"

    "Wanna go to the loyalist bar down the road?" I grin.

    "Sure, that sounds like barrels of fun!"
So after that Sammy and I and had a few beers until the bright morning sun was to rise.

Ugh I hate it
Gah I love Sammy but this is awful

So enjoy I guess

Sorry it's extremely short