Hamilton OneShots

HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE F**KING STAIRS

Yes I said I was gonna do Lams smut, but I really wanted to do this, see I was peacefully watching Try Not To Laugh when a video when I noticed something on my recommended list. That video was: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Va74eCimyf0 and I figured that there was a story behind that so... Here you go! (I also forgot to mention my friend Lafayette188, who helped me write the Whamilton story with the thunderstorm. Go check out their page please, enjoy the story!)

Hamilton pulled into the parking lot, only to notice that his spot was occupied by the Wine Red Ferrari 488 belonging to Thomas Jefferson.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered to himself.

As he drew nearer to the fancy sports car that was in the place he would park his beat up car, he saw the smug bastard himself leaning on the fancy car. Hamilton rolled down his window.

"Hey bitch, mind moving your damn car out of my spot."

Jefferson looked at him, then at his car.

"I might if you weren't driving that."

"It's all I can afford."

Jefferson laughed. He walked over to Hamilton's window and placed the tip of his cane under Hamilton's chin.

"Well ain't that just a shame. The little immigrant can barely afford to live in the states. You only get to stay because Washington adores you."

"Shut up you smug southern fuck."

Hamilton drove forward, running his car over Jefferson's foot.

"OW YOU BITCH THAT HURT!"

"That's the point asshole!"

Hamilton found another parking spot and pulled into it. He got out of his car and stormed over to Jefferson who was doubled over in pain. Jefferson looked at him in anger. Hamilton smirked and continued walking into the office building. Unfortunately, the elevator was broken, so he had to walk up three flights of stairs with a crippled Jefferson. He was not looking forward to it.

"Well Hamilton, since you thought it would be so humorous to run over my damn foot, you get to help me up the stairs."

Hamilton gave a sigh and moved next to Jefferson who put his arm around Hamilton's shoulder and began walking slowly up the stairs.

"Isn't this nice, you're helping me. I have my arm over your shoulder, It's like we're friends."

"You are not my friend, and I'm being nice so that you might shut up for a moment."

Jefferson smirked as they reached the top. Hamilton turned around suddenly

"What's wrong sweetheart? Got a particular southerner in your mind?" Jefferson asked in a cocky tone.

"The only reason you ever cross my mind is because I imagine  doing this."

Hamilton kicked the cane out from Jefferson and slightly pushed him. Jefferson lost his balance and fell down the stairs. Screaming multiple profanities at the Caribbean immigrant who had shoved him. Hamilton laughed and walked into Washington's office. He sighed before speaking.

"Sorry I'm late, I was... doing things." He said happily.

Suddenly, running was heard outside the door, and the person running was making quite the loud thumping noise until he got to the door. Not bothering to knock, Jefferson swung the door open and breathed heavily for a moment.

"HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS!" He complained.

Hamilton turned to Jefferson and answered in a cocky voice.

"Push is such a strong word, I prefer to call it."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing. Self-righteousness dripping from his voice.

"Giving you a little nudge."

With pure hatred in his eyes, he walked right up to Hamilton, getting face to face with him.

"Oh, I'll give you a little nudge when I shove my foot up your ass!"

"HEY!" Hamilton stopped him, he turned to Washington.

"Watch your fucking language in front of the President."

Washington slammed his head on the table.

"Gentlemen, please settle this dispute elsewhere, so I might for one day have some peace and quiet without you two tearing each other apart with insults.

Jefferson grabbed Hamilton by the collar and dragged him to a separate room. Curses and insults could be heard coming from both men. The loud southern drawl of Thomas Jefferson and the mixed accent slander coming from Alexander Hamilton were audible from the offices on the other side of the building.

Washington sat in his office, banging his head against the table, clearly fed-up with the two men.

Honestly, who could blame him? This was a daily occurrence.

"YOU BASTARD!"

"YOU RICH ASSHOLE!"