December oneshots

13th of December.

Someone said to me, 'you can't read IT in a week,' so because I'm a petty bitch I'm proving them wrong. Because. I will always prove him wrong.

Anyway! Enjoy this that has nothing to do with that.

Prompts: 'we ran out of chips and instant noodles, time for an emergency trip to the grocery store at 1am in the morning and only one of us can sit in the shopping cart.' 

'Can I kill him?' "No" 'not even a little bit?'

Alexander Hamilton X reader.

It was games night, Friday evening and it was early morning or late night, however you looked at it. 

"Oh no." You heard your roommate Alexander say as you were halfway through an intense card game with Lafayette, the other three having been knocked out early on. "What is it?" You asked, not looking up before you grinned and put down your cards.

Laf let out what you could only assume were a ton of French swears and you laughed. "We're out of instant noodles and chips." All of you sprung up, you had a blanket tied around you like a cape and you swished it out, threw on your shoes and declared that, "we are going on an adventure!" The boys nodded and followed you as you made your way out of the shared apartment.

Hercules grabbed the shopping cart and John called dibs, sitting inside with a smug look  as they pushed him reluctantly. Then you saw Alex's worst enemy, Thomas Jefferson, when Alex wasn't looking you sent frantic hand signals to the others. 

"Laf!" A southern drawl came from your left. You winced and frowned. "Oh you're with the rabble," he smirked, "and Y/n, of course." Alex's hand suddenly found yours. "Thomas," you nodded at him, "oh look it's shortie, aww how cute." You glared at Thomas with a fire in your eyes. 

He continued to tease Alex and your grip on Alex's hand increased. "Can I kill him?" You asked, Laf shook his head whilst Alex nodded his. "No," John said, he rolled his eyes and reached over to put something in the cart. "Just a little bit?" You whined, Laf shook his head and sighed. "I'm right here y'know?" 

"Do I care?" Thomas looked appalled, Alex wrapped an arm silently around your waist. "What?!" Thomas cried indignantly, you gave him an ice cold stare. "Did I fucking stutter?" You asked, turning and dragging Alex with you. 

You got into the chocolate isle before you were aware of Alex staring at you in awe. "What? Do I have something on my face?" You asked, feeling your cheeks hear up. Then he kissed you. It was short but highly sweet.