Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Author [JAMILTON] (Rewritten)

oop. been a while since i've done a rewrite.

just to clarify, this is more of a longer version with more details and more fluff. things get smutty, i can say though. no smut though. unless you want me to write smut..? i can, i just don't enjoy posting it exactly lol-

thank you for reading!

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I carefully lifted my arms off my Thomas and got up. He purred, like a kitten, and tugged at my shirt as I began to walk. He was successful for a few minutes as I let myself sit with his body curled around me. Then I carefully got up, taking his hands off of me. He reached out again this time and I replaced me with a pillow. Feeling the pillow for a bit, Thomas huffed and turned away from where I was, the bathroom door.

I carefully opened the door, not wanting to wake him more. I kept the door open as I slipped off my shirt and clothes from the night and changed into a suit. Then I decided against the suit and went with a more aesthetically pleasing author outfit; black pants, white sweater, and red scraf. My hair was in a ponytail, my contacts were in, and a pen was tucked behind my ear.

I walked out of the bathroom to see Thomas sitting up, on his phone.

"I'm writing fan fiction for you." He said, looking up.

"If you say you're Thomas, I'm sure it'll get many views. Without saying that, I doubt anyone will read it." I wink. He's actually good at writing.

Just not as good as me. Wink.

"I'm not that bad at writing, Lex," He mumbles, putting his phone down and spreading his arms, "C'mere!"

I comply, sitting in Thomas's lap as he plays with my hair and we talk about the day.

"So, where's the signing?" He asks, pulling my hair from it's ponytail.

"You seriously don't know?" I laugh, "Library."

"Aren't they going out of business?"

"Libraries don't go out of business."

"Well something is going out of business." Thomas mutters, putting my hair back in a ponytail. He's always been better at me when making ponytails, I love it when he does my hair.

"Barnes and Noble." I say. Thomas and I have many memories from there, it's a cool bookstore. And they have a Starbucks, so of course you have to love it.

"Yeah, okay." Thomas says, shoving me off his lap.

I huff, like he did earlier, and leave the room.

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Thomas and I get into the taxi, holding hands. In the taxi, Thomas makes talk with the driver. It's a young girl, maybe around eighteen or twenty. She has dark brown hair and large black eyes. I like her look, not in a creepy way. I hardly say this because I'm so gay, but she's pretty.

"Hi. I'm Thomas." Thomas introduces himself. He's sitting in the passenger seat while I sit in the back. I'm on my phone, texting John book spoilers for the sequel.

"I'm Sally!" The girl says, way to excited.

"I like that name," Thomas smiles and I look up. He sees me look up and looks back at me, blowing a kiss in the air, "Are you jealous?"

My face turns red, "No! Shut up!" I throw my scarf at him.

In the driver's seat, Sally laughs before responding, "Don't worry, I don't like older guys."

Thomas gasps dramatically, "I'm not that old-"

"You look like it." I mumble. He throws my scarf back at me and for the rest of the ride, we all just laugh. Finally though, we're there at the library. I step out the taxi and into the sun.

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People cheer as I sit down on a small chair, a table in front of me. People have been in line for hours, just wanting to get their book signed. I see Thomas leaning against a bookshelf near the line. Some people are pointing at him like, 'Look it's Alexander's hot husband!' Haha. He's mine, fangirls.

The first person in line, a girl in a blue dress, comes up to the table. I recognize her immediately.

"Eliza!" I yell, engolfing her in a hug, "What's up, homie?" A few people shush me, reminding me it's a library. Eliza laughs a bit and hands me my book to sign.

"Nothing much. Just went to my high school best friend's book signing. What about you?"

I pick up the pen, uncap it, and sign the book.

"Nothing much, just saw my high school best friend." I hand her the book back, wink at her, and she leaves.

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When the signing is done, my hand hurts like hell. Thomas is asleep on the bookshelf and I have to go over and kiss his cheek until he wakes up. When he does, immediately he scoops me up in his arms and takes the hand I was writing with and kisses it.

"Hey! Put me down!" I whisper-yell.

"Shh. Your hand okay?" Thomas asks, sounding happy to get to leave.

I nod. He continues carrying me until we get to the curb, where he hails a taxi.

Our taxi ride home is boring. I manage to fall asleep.

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Thomas carrys me into our apartment and sets me on the couch, me on top of him. Out of habit, I kiss his cheek and slowly go down to his neck. Thomas looks at me, a smirk on his face. I look up, whimpering and with large eyes.

"No, Alex! You need sleep." He whispers.

But I continue, of course.

"Please?" I ask finally, after palming him for nearly five minutes.

You can imagine where that went.

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#toopureforsmut