Hamilton Oneshots!

Seashore {Hamilsquad x Reader}

I got this inspiration from a oneshot I read a while back but like I forgot who made it so like... if by chance they read it sorry fam--

pairing; poly! hamilsquad x poly! reader

time; modern

warnings; none rlly but like the squad babying you guys rip

type of oneshot; ehh?? not rlly fluff but like not angst?

requested?; nopenopenope

song used; seashore by the regrettes

edit: had to put the song back in rip

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Your POV

Things seemed to have changed. I didn't know why. One day, I was a perfectly capable, independent(ish) women, in their eyes. The next, I've become like a f*cking toddler.

It's always, "Oh, that looks like too much for you," from them at a restaurant.

Or, "No, let me get that for you," when I'm perfectly capable of reaching to a high shelf. That's a funny thing, actually. I used to hop onto the counter to grab things from cabinets, and they were fine with it! But now? Nope! What the hell is up with that?

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We were currently at a restaurant. To be perfectly honest, after the way they were treating me, I didn't really wanna be there. Yet they were clueless to my feelings about it.

The guys exchanged what they were getting and Alex looked at me. "What're you getting, love?"

I scanned the menu briefly. "Err, probably (F/F)."

Herc frowned slightly. "Isn't that a bit much of a serving for you?"

I shot him a look. "Umm, no? I've gotten this same thing many times in the past, you guys."

"It just seems like a bit much," Laf spoke.

To my relief, the waiter showed up. I was about to order when Alex did it for me, ordering the smaller, not-so-filling size.

I rolled my eyes as they ordered their things and the waiter walked away. "Oh for Christ's sake..."

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I opened the door to our apartment and immediately started our bedroom. I was still hungry, but I'd solve that problem later.

I was grabbing my lyric book for all Maria, Theo, and I's songs (thas right b*tch yOU IN A BAND WITH THEM), when I heard someone walk in.

"You alright, baby girl? You've been tense since dinner."

"I'm fine, John," I muttered, setting the journal in my (S/F/C) bag.

"Maybe you should head to bed, you might be tired.."

"I'm not tired, John. Besides, it's literally only six-thirty!"

I brushed past him, swinging my bag over my shoulder. I heard him follow behind me but I kept walking. "I'm heading out!"

I ignored their words of protests, and decided for an even measure to close the door with more force when all I heard was...