Hamilton one-shots (don't throw it away)

TJeff X Reader: New Neighbor

Thomas Jefferson X reader

Era: modern

POV: Yours. Duh.

Quick summary: Your new apartment neighbor just so happens to be the one and only Thomas Jefferson.

Lenny face to describe: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Boom!

Goes the sound of yet another box crashing.
I groaned loudly and buried my face deeper into my pillow.

A new neighbor just moved into the apartment adjacent to mine, and they were all ready not off to a great start; waking me up at 3 in the freaking morning, then crashing around like a crippled elephant, and now - music was playing.
-Loudly.

I can't believe this!
I had classes tomorrow at Kings College! I needed rest!

Another crash went off and the music was turned up a notch. My (e/c) eyes narrowed as I stood from my bed.
This would not do. This would not do at all.

No one interrupts my sleep unless they want their balls in a basket.
And I don't mean a sports ball...

Flinging open my door, I stomped loudly to the next door apartment and banged loudly on the door.
"Oi! Open up!" I shouted over the pulsing music.

Not a second later the door was yanked open and I opened my mouth to yell a few well chosen words at this jack-arse, but words failed me when I saw who it was.

Leaning casually against the door frame was a man.
A shirtless man.
A muscular man.
A glaring man - wait what?

My shirtless muscular new neighbor was glaring at me with pretty brown eyes, his curly brown hair a wild mess atop his head.
But he was glaring! Like I was the one blasting music at 3 in the morning!

"Yes? What is it?" He asked, eyeing me with mix of annoyance and interest.
I huffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "I find this a rather sad way of introducing myself, but I'm your new neighbor. And your music is to loud, your making to much noise, and can you please quiet down? I'm trying to sleep." I said, gesturing down to my pajamas.

Mr. Neighbor's eyes traveled down my PJs and a sly smirk slide onto his handsome face.
"A magenta onesie? How cute." He cooed sarcastically. I narrowed my eyes.

"It's cold! And how was I supposed to know that I would be getting out my bed at 3 in the - we're getting off topic, turn your music down!" I rattled off all in a singular breath.

His smirk widened and he opened his door a little more. "Since your so far from your bed, how about getting in mine?"

My cheeks warmed as I fought to keep from swooning.
No (y/n)! Your angry at him! Remember??

Oh yeah. Right.

I glared at him and stomped my foot. "I'm not in the mood, Mr. I-blast-my-music-too-loud."

He just grinned cheekily. "Your not in the mood now? How about tomorrow night? Then will you be in the mood?"

I wanted to scream in aggravation at the nerve of this handsome devil.