Hamilton One-shots (REQUEST STUFF)

Jamilton | You're Not Walking | Fluff

Thomas was waiting in his workroom for his assigned partner. This month in home-ecs they had to made a suit or dress for the other. And, to be honest, it kind of pissed him off they were partners, because rumor was that teacher placed her ships together. (I'm the teacher). Thomas was determined on getting a good grade, though, and pretty mad the other had yet to arrive. After half an hour of waiting, he finally heard a knock on the door. Thomas opened it to his partner, Alexander, in a white tank-top and shorts, which was requested to make the fitting easier.

"What took you so long?" He demanded,

"Traffic, sorry dude," Hamilton drawled before stepping in. Thomas blinked at his rudeness, but decided not to start an argument so early into the day.

"Okay Hamilton, Just stand there with your arms out so I can measure you," He stated, and the other sighed before putting their arms up after he walked to the center of the room. Jefferson started measuring, writing things down, and repeating. A few minutes later he finished and both sighed in relief. Hamilton put his arms down,

"So, how long do you want your dress to be? I assumed because of the lack of facial hair you could pass as a chick," Thomas teased with a smirk. His eyes widened as Hamilton let out a shuddering breath, Thomas was about to laugh at his own joke before he noticed how red Alexander's face was,

"Wh-What the fuck Thomas! I-I'm... I don't look like a chick! I'm manly! V-very manly!" He nearly yelled, and Thomas just stared at him in confusion

"I thought only my friends knew... Did Laf tell you stuff? If he did wh-why do you always have to take teasing s-so far? Is it that obvious??" Alexander began to ramble frantically, although mostly talking to himself and breathing in quick intakes,

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, what are you talking about?" He asked, curiosity lacing his voice, Hamilton realized he was over-reacting before Thomas even knew anything, again, and tried not to look Thomas in the eyes, he always did this when that came up, it was a wonder everyone in the school didn't know by now to be honest,

"Nothing, just... can it please be a suit?" Alexander pleaded, something that wasn't usual for him. Thomas didn't understand his reaction, so he simply nodded, wide-eyed. Alexander sat down on a bench near the wall and played with his hair. While Alexander was detracting himself, Thomas began to look through his fabrics and pulled out a dark magenta piece,

"How about this?" He asked. Alexander shook his head in disgust and Thomas sighed before finding a dark green.

"This one?" He asked again, and this time Alexander nodded. Thomas looked to his measurements and then back to his fabrics. After drawing out where he was going to cut and organizing his materials a bit, he then began to cut, and to prevent him from being bored he decided to start a conversation.

"So... about earlier, what was that all about...?" He drawled, Alexander's head shot up,

"Oh- uh, that? It's n-nothing important.. even if I did tell you you'd just blabber about it." he stated, starting to gain his composure.

"Wh... No I wouldn't! When you say it like that it makes me curious, now I have to know!" Thomas said as he put down his scissors,

"Nope. The moment I tell you the moment the entire school knows." Alexander retorted, Thomas stood and walked too him,

"Oh, please Hamilton! You shouldn't of told me there was a secret if you weren't gonna tell me!" He whined, and Alexander blew him a raspberry. Thomas glared at him, due to the fact they were so close some spit shot into his face.

"C'mon, Hamilton, I really need to know now!" He said as he placed his arms against the wall on either side of the boy, cornering him and making him squeak,