Hamilton Oneshots!

Obsessed (PT.2) {Laurens x Reader (x Alex)}

wowie we love word-tense change things-- i'm creative I swear

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

time; modern

warnings; little more blood sorry pals

type of oneshot; still lowkey angsty but it gets better

requested?; you guys wanted to see if our freckled boy was alive so here you go

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Your POV

I hung up the phone, still freaking out. There was this crazy man in my house who could've just killed John... What if I was next..?

I almost screamed again when I heard the man's voice. Something void of most sanity. It was a sly tone that made me start crying all over again.

"My darling (Y/N)? Where'd you go, sweetheart?"

If he knew my name, and I've never seen him before, I realized he must've been a fan. A really... yandere-like one who was obsessed with me... and wanted me.

I released a slight shriek when I saw him at the base of the stairs. Panicking, I went to the doorway dividing the living room and dining area.

The man smiled, chuckling when he saw me. It would've seemed more... natural.. had he not been covered in some blood and his own bruises. Deep down, a tiny part of hope glimmered knowing John put up a fight.

He was quicker than I anticipated, advancing toward me. I booked it through another doorway and gasped when I felt him graze my arm.

Suddenly, he had hold of my arm and I yelped, trying to pull away. I only caused myself to fall and tried to scoot back as the guy hovered over me, dark brown eyes that shone with only desire.

"It's okay, my love. Don't be scared~ I only had to make sure your boyfriend wasn't in-between us anymore."

I backed myself into a corner. Sh*t.

"L-Leave me alone!" I exclaimed, feeling tears slip down my face.

"I've left you alone for too long! Now you can final--"

There was a cracking noise as I watched as the man toppled over, unconscious. Looking up, I saw John's bleary hazel eyes, his baseball bat held in one of his hands.

"F*ckin' b*tch..." he mumbled.

I couldn't get a word in before John collapsed, bat clattering to the floor. Only then did I notice how badly hurt he was. You could see one of his wrists was clearly broken and black, purple, and red colored his body. I gasped when I saw a wide slash across his chest still bleeding.

"O-Oh my G-God..."

I crawled over quickly, taking off my sweater. Placing the sweater over the slash, I didn't get a reaction. My eyes widened. "J-John?"

No reply.

I knelt there a moment, it finally sinking in John's chest wasn't rising or falling. "J-John! Pl-Please!"

I collapsed forward, head on my sweater and starting to sob. "J-J-John!"

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"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!"

I shot up, breathing unevenly as I felt tears stream down my face. I turned to see John, looking at me worriedly.

"You were crying and calling for me in your sleep..."

I couldn't reply, only trying to hold back more tears (and failing) as John sat up and pulled me against his chest.

"What happened?" I heard him ask quietly.

I took a breath. "I-It was when that g-guy got into our house and a-almost killed you... but in the dream you a-actually d-died..!"

John wiped my tears and I found myself staring at the pale white scar along his wrist. I shuddered, but John put his hand under my chin and made me look up at him. His hazel eyes sparkled with gentle love.

"Hey," he said softly. "It's okay. I'm not gone. I won't be gone for a long time. You don't need to cry, chickadee."

He laid back down and gently pulled me down with him. I rested my head on his chest and he grabbed my hand, lacing our fingers together and resting them on his chest as well.

"Don't worry, alright?" John spoke.

I nodded slowly. "Okay.."

I felt him kiss the top of my head. "I love you, chickadee."

I smiled a bit, snuggling closer to him. "I love you too."

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wOaH he's not dead!

yeah I wouldn't be able to finalize John being dead I just can't I love my babe--

problem resolved tho! yayyy!

I hope you guys liked this, and I'll cya next oneshot!

~ Galaxy