Jamilton Oneshots // Hamilton ✔️

Tomboy [JAMILTON]

kinda had to think about the name of the chapter for a bit. it hurts and its hard, i quit life.

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I'm sitting in Thomas's lap. His arms are wrapped around my waist, pushing down the large boyish sweatshirt I wear. He's humming and playing with my short hair as he watches Netflix. I can't think though, because I know what I'm about to do.

I'm finally going to tell him.

I know my boyfriend isn't homophobic, but I don't know about his transphobic stance. I also know now for sure that I'm a boy, not a girl, so it's finally time for me to tell him. He's straight, I know. We're gonna break up, I know. But this isn't right, I shouldn't keep lying to him.

So I grab the remote control and pause Netflix. Thomas loosens his grip on my waist and he reaches for the remote from my hand, thinking I'm trying to play a game with him.

I'm not.

I turn around in his lap, moving his hands away from my face.

He frowns, "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Um, can I tell you something. You'll definitely hate me after, though, so-"

"I could never hate you." He cuts me off, his hands already slithering back to my waist. I stand up, because I know I can't control his love for the girl version of me. The fake version.

He frowns even more, looking at me in the eyes.

"What do you need to tell me?" Oh, Thomas. My beautiful, tall, cute Thomas. This is the last time he'll ever look at me with those eyes full of love. The last night we'll spend together binge watching Netflix shows with me in his lap and him holding me.

It's all over now.

Oh my god.

I should get this over with.

"Thomas?" I take a deep breath, making sure to pay attention to my breathing, "I'm transgender."

I feel the tears pour out of my eyes as soon as it's said. I can pratically feel Thomas's look of surprise as I lay on the floor, curled up, and crying.

Then I feel two arms wrap around me.

My crying begins to pour even faster from my eyes when I realize he's... accepted me.

Thomas kisses my head. I curl into a tiny, crying ball in his lap. Does he still love me?

I get my answer to my question a minute or two later.

I have my face buried in his chest. His hands are around my waist again, and it feels great. My crying as died down, but I have the hiccups and jump in his lap a few times each minute. That's when he lifts up my face with two fingers so I'm looking at him.

He wipes the last bit of tears from my eyes, frowning when more come out. However, this time, he doesn't try to wipe them away. Instead, he reaches foward and kisses my lips passionately. I kiss back, surprised, with my eyes eide open (I'M DREAMING WITH MY EYES WIDE OPEN).

"Y-You still," hiccup, "l-lo-love me?"

"Oh, love. Why wouldn't I? I'd be happily gay for you. After all, I have loved a boy all along."

I sniffle, looking at him with love-filled eyes, "I don't deserve you."

He shakes his head, kissing my nose, "You deserve the entire world and more, sweetheart."