Hamilton Oneshots!

Obsessive (PT.1) {Laurens x Reader (x Alex)}

EDIT: just fixed the title a bit don't mind me

I saw this super interesting idea in a book and like got permission to use it so yE

pairing; youtuber! john laurens x youtuber! reader (x obsessed! alexander hamilton)

time; modern

warnings; blood, like yandere obsessed alex oh god--

type of oneshot; lowkey angsty

requested?; no! however, I got this idea from @CharlesLeeIsBae! go check out their book!

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Non-Stop's POV

"And that is all my shooting stars! Thank you for joining me today; I'll see y'all next time! Buh-bye~!"

I smiled to myself as her video wrapped up. I took a brisk sip of my coffee before tapping the next one.

(Y/N) (L/N), also known to the internet as Lady (Y/N). My all-time favorite person. To say it was my dream to meet her was an understatement. She was everything. Smart, funny, creative. Don't even get me started on her looks. She was a goddess sent down to Earth, I swear. And I wanted her to be mine.

But there was just one person in my way. Her fellow YouTube star, John Laurens. Her boyfriend. She and him live a couple blocks away from me. I had grown accustomed to seeing her in this very coffee shop. I knew her exact order, where she liked to sit the most, when she came and left, and so, so much more.

Yeah, I was just a little obsessed.

The bell tinkled above the door and I looked up from my phone. It was her. (Y/N) with her shining (E/C) eyes, bouncy (H/C) locks, and the most perfect outfit to compliment her body... Damn...

I watched intently as she ordered her usual coffee, only looking away when she walked past me and sat across from a guy. She shuffled her papers and looked at him curiously.

"One hour to debate why we should collab! Go!"

Now was my chance.

Finishing my coffee, I tucked my phone in my pocket and ran out of the shop. I hurried down the few blocks until I reached their house. To my delight, there was a familiar figure in the window, sat on the couch watching a movie. I smirked, pulling my hood up over my face.

I opened the door, unnoticed, and glanced around. Nothing un-ordinary, to my dismay. I peeked in the living room and saw him. On the wall were two play button plaques. I rolled my eyes at the sight of John's and managed to creep upstairs.

I walked down the hall, enjoying myself. I couldn't believe I was in (Y/N)'s house! My idol! My love!

I wandered into the bathroom, meeting eyes with my hooded reflection. I grinned, curling my hand into a tight fist and swung at the mirror. It shattered with a satisfying noise, pieces dropping into the sink.

I heard the TV pause from downstairs and quickly hid behind the door. 'Good.'

I heard footsteps go up the stairs and get louder. I smirked as he walked in. As soon as he turned around, hazel eyes wide, I swung my fist directly at his face.

Your POV

"One hour to debate why we should collab! Go!"

I sat across someone I briefly knew, Charles Lee. I saw out of the corner of my eyes a man with brown hair run out of the shop, but shrugged off my suspicions.

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"Anddd that's that! I'll be seeing you next week then, Charles!"

He smiled and we shook hands again. Throwing away my cup, I hurried out of the shop and got into my car.

Walking into my house and closing the door behind me, it was way to quiet for my liking. "John?" No reply.

I walked around the first floor more. "John?!" I called louder. Still nothing.

I was confused, and worried. John always said if he was going out, and he had already recorded his video for the day! So what was going on?

Trying to ignore my rising anxiety, I went up the stairs. All the rooms I'd checked so far were clear, so I peeked in the bathroom.

Big mistake. I almost screamed at the sight.

There was blood. A lot of it. On the shattered mirror, on the floor, some on the wall. And the worst part was that it wasn't entirely new.

Feeling tears already streaming down my face, I crept in. With a shaking hand, I pulled back the shower curtain. My hand shot up to my mouth and I almost fell backward.

"J-John?!"

John was sat in the tub, his chest barely rising and falling. He was all bloodied and bruised. I cried out and immediately went for my phone, feeling a hand on my arm. I jumped, turning around and blindly swinging my fist as hard as I could.

To my surprise, I hit the man's face and he stumbled back. I recognized him as the man from the coffee shop. He tripped over his feet and I took opportunity to hit him a few more times, successfully knocking him out.

I ran out of the bathroom, dialing 9-1-1. I hoped the man would stay down long enough.

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part two?

~ Galaxy