Hamilton x Reader Oneshots

Thomas Jefferson X Reader~Oh Screw It

Time: Modern AU

Request/Prompt: None

TW: Swearing, Foul Language, Drunk hamilsquad, Charles Lee being a dickhead (As usual), Dirty Hamilton

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Y/N POV

"Aren't you exited Y/N! We get to go to one of the biggest social standings ever!" your closet friend Eliza exclaims.

"Sure. But it's just a Winters dance, like we have every year," you point out blankly to Eliza. You weren't as exited as Eliza was to go to the dance but you wanted to keep her company since both her sisters were busy tonight. You were helping her chose what to wear for the dance.

"Yes but Y/N! It's the first time I get to see Alexander besides in classes!" She exclaims with a sigh.

"Don't you guys have dates like every other day?" You point out. She shakes her head.

"No! It's only every other, other day now," she protests as you laugh. You scan through her closet and throw to her a turquoise dress that stops at the knee and has a longer back.

"Oh it's perfect Y/N! Thank you so much for your help!" She squeals giving me a crushing bear hug.

            "Um.. Eliza? T-Too tight! You say trying to gasp for air. She lets go with a sheepish smile.

            "Oh, Hehe! Sorry!" She says embarrassed. You laugh at her and start to get off her bed and heading out the door.

            "Where are you going?" She asks curiously also getting off the bed.

            "Oh I'm just heading to my dorm. I have the most perfect shoes to go with that!" You exclaim as she nods her head. You head out of her room into the darken hallway. The lights were all off since most of the students were out at this time and because the school wanted to save electricity. But you hated having the dark hallways. You could never see where you were going. You reach for your phone in your pocket and try to turn it on and use the flashlight.

            "Damn it. It's dead," you grumble as you continue your path down the dark halls. You turn left and bump into something. You expect to feel the cold, hard ground but instead you feel arms wrapped around your waist. You look up to see face that you loathed. Thomas Jefferson. He was every girls dream crush. Every girl loved him all except you. You hated how he could just snatch up a girl by smiling at them He's such a player. 100%. He's probably had it with like every single girl but you, Angelica, Eliza and Peggy. He probably only did that because he was never satisfied with any if them. He looked at you with concern as he held you upright. You turned your head down and averted his eyes.

            "Are you alright darlin'," he asks you with a southern accent as you grunted in response. You pulled his hands off your arms.

            "Thanks," you mumbled under your breath. He smiled and lifted your chin so your face would face his. You look at him directly. Oh shit. He's pretty cute. You think to yourself. He had beautiful brown eyes that bored into your E/C ones and lips that you could only dream of kissing. And don't even get started on the hair. It was luscious. It was large and curly and perfect.

            "Uhm...I should get going," you say briskly turning away trying not to show your red face and about to leave. He grabs your wrist before you take another step.

            "Wait! I didn't catch your name," He adds.

            "I didn't throw it!" you point out before continuing to walk to your dorm. You could hear his faint chuckles behind you getting quieter every step. Once you finally reach your dorm you take out your key and unlock the door.