Hamilton one-shots (x reader or requested ships)

John Laurens

"Shit shit shit," you muttered as you heard the elevator rumble, and whine to a stop. "God... Not again." The elevator in your dorm would break down practically once a week, and management still hasn't gotten their shit together, and fixed it. You sighed, pressing the emergency button every other second. This would be the first time you were stuck while it broke down. At least you weren't alone.

"Jesus," the boy behind you cursed, rolling his eyes and running his hand through his hair, making the dark locks fall out of his ponytail. "Fucking stupid school- too fucking cheap to get the stupid elevators fixed."

You took a deep breath, trying to distract yourself from the black hole in your stomach. You hated being in an enclosed space, it never failed to cause your anxiety to spike. "Hey, it's John, right?"

His frown turned to a smile as you addressed him. "Yea! I'm sorry, I don't know your name though."

"Y/N," you replied.

"I'm sorry, but how do you know my name?"

"I'm close with the RA, and you guys aren't the quietest people in the building," you said with a laugh. He followed suit, his head falling back.

"I'm sorry. My friends and I can get quite rowdy."

"And drunk."

"And drunk." He repeated, his green eyes practically glowing in the dimly lit elevator.

"When do you think they'll figure out someone's in here?" you asked, your heart starting to beat faster and the thought of no one coming to save you.

"I don't know," he replied, taking a few steps to press the emergency button a few more times. "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..."

You took a few steps back until you felt the cool metal of the elevator wall against your back, you dropped down, trying to control your erratic heartbeat. Closing your eyes, you chanted a few words under your breath that usually would comfort you. "It'll be okay. You're safe. It'll be fine." You could feel John's eyes on you, but you ignored it, you were just trying to survive. After a while, it stopped working.

"Wanna play a game?" John asked, making you open your eyes. He was sitting down on one end of the elevator, a small smile on his face.

"O-Okay," you whispered, sitting across from him, pulling your knees to your chest. A polar opposite of the way he sat with his feet sprawled out, his arms on either side of him, one of them holding his hand.

"Are you comfortable with playing 20 Questions?"

"I-I guess?"

"You can skip the questions you're not comfortable with."

"Th-Thanks," you mumbled.

"What's your major?"

"English literature."

"Ooh, fancy."

"Yours?"

"American history."

"Never would've guessed."

He chuckled. "Your turn."

"What are your friends' names?"

"I thought you knew all our names?" he asked in confusion before his lips turned to a Grinch's grin when your face turned red. "So you only know my name?"

"Yea," you replied quietly.

"I'm flattered. Well, the tall one with the ponytail and French accent is Lafayette; the other tall one that always wears a beanie is Hercules, and the small angry one is Alexander (my little gremlin)."

You put the names with the faces, nodding while he listed them all. "Wait! We have our phones!" you exclaimed in realization.

"No connection," he said, holding up his phone. "I've tried."

"Oh... Sorry."

"It's fine. The last book you read?"

"The Autobiography of Martin Luther."

"Beauty with a brain. Definitely a keeper." He winked at you which made you turn even redder.

"What was the last book you read?"

"An autobiography as well, actually." His smile was almost blinding, but it turned to a look of disgust. "It was on that douche, Thomas Jefferson."

"Ah. Favorite time of day?"

"Definitely nighttime. You can crazy drunk or you can stay in and finish the last minute essay. The sky is the limit. What about you?"

"Mornings. They're quiet and peaceful."

He laughed, drawing a smile from your face. "We're quite opposite, I guess. Alright, my turn. Do you have a boyfriend?"

You looked up at him with knitted eyebrows, trying to find answers in his eyes. You shook your head, finding none. "You?"

"No boyfriend," he replied cheekily. You rolled your eyes.

"You know what I mean. Do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend?"

"Nope. Ah, it's my turn now." John looked at the ceiling, rubbing his chin. His thoughts were interrupted when the sound of a high pitched shrill. The both of you immediately got to your feet. You ran closer to him, your heart skipping a beat when he pulled you to his chest. "It'll be okay," he whispered beside your head, his hand pulling your chin to look at him. "You're safe. I'm here, okay?"

You nodded, resting your head against his chest, trying to focus on his steady heartbeat.

"Tell me a secret."

"What?" you looked up at his cheshire grin.

"It's my turn, remember?"

"I thought it was 20 questions, not 20 demands."

He rolled his eyes. "Just tell me a secret."

"Imighthaveacrushonyou," you said quickly, burying your head back in his chest, not wanting to hear his rejection.

The metal doors behind you creaked open, and you heard a gruff voice. "You kids alright?"

"Yea," you answered, breaking apart from John's grip and taking the man's outstretched arms. He helped you out of the elevator, and you were about to make a dash to the staircase when a hand wrapped themselves around your wrist, pulling you back.

"It's your turn," John said, pressing you against his chest.

Swallowing your pride, you took your chances, "Do you like me too?"

"Yes." He loosened his grip on you to kiss your nose. "It'll be a pleasure to date someone with beauty and brains. You're definitely a keeper."

Your face flushed red. "I'm glad I decided to take the elevator today."

"Me too."