Hamilton Oneshots!

Advice (PT. 3) {Phillip x Reader}

the last oneshot I wrote holy christ on a scooter

pairing; phillip hamilton x reader

time; modern

warnings; lil tiny bit of depression

type of oneshot; actually slightly fluffy

requested?; second to last part of HamiltonUnicorn's request!

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~ one week later ~

Your POV

Word had gotten around much quicker than I would've liked it to. Luckily, my parents didn't know yet, but Phillip did. At least now he looked at me, but for all the wrong reasons. So much for blending in anymore. However, Frances was a big help and Rose dropped by often, which was nice. I was trying to get out and talk to people and luckily they weren't downgrading me or rejecting me. It still could've been better though. I still cut.

Now though, I was currently trying to ignore the itching feeling in my wrists that clearly said cut. It was getting harder and harder to ignore but luckily a knock at my dorm door that would be a distraction. "Coming!"

I got up from my couch and walked over to the door, opening it. To say the least, I was surprised at who was on the other side.

"M-Mr. Washington?"

Flashback -

"(Y/N), sweetie! Your babysitter is here!"

"Coming mommy!"

My five year-old self bounded down the stairs, finding my parents with a very tall man. They were going on a business trip for the weekend, so they decided to hire a babysitter. As a five year-old, I should've been intimidated by the (kinda serious looking) guy, but I wasn't.

I smiled cheerfully at the man. "Hi Mr! I'm (Y/N)!"

The man chuckled and smiled as well as my parents.

"(Y/N), this is Mr. Washington. He's a friend of Daddy's," Mommy explained.

I waved again as Mommy and Daddy explained a few things to Mr. Washington and they bent down, hugging me. I waved goodbye as they disappeared out the door.

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I heard the front door open from the living room. I was currently watching Disney on the floor while Mr. Washington was monitoring me.

"We're home!" Daddy's voice called.

I shot up, running down the hall, hearing Mr. Washington laugh.

"Daddy! Mommy!"

Daddy bent down, scooping me up. "Hi baby girl! How was Mr. Washington?"

"He's super duper awesome! He played with me and even watched Disney! He's so so so so fun!" I exclaimed.

Mommy and Daddy laughed at my enthusiasm as Mr. Washington walked in.