Hamilton one-shots (x reader or requested ships)

Thomas Jefferson

 "Why can't you just take a break?!" I yelled, fixating my glare at Thomas, who had an equally as nasty glare sent at me. "You know why I can't!" He grumbled, his voice gradually rising. He doesn't like yelling at me. He's told me it's because he's known too many women who were in relationships where their partner yelled at them and now every time they hear a loud noise they instinctively flinch.

"Yeah, you told me that you had to keep Hamilton from winning," I shouted. "It's more than just that Y/N! It's not just about beating Hamilton, although I'd love to, it's about keeping the southern states from being taxed by the northern states to pay off their debts." Thomas snapped, hand going up to rub his forehead.

"I get that it's important, but why can't you just take a little break? A two-hour break to watch a movie would be enough for me and it wouldn't kill you!" I attempted to reason, already knowing the answer though. "Darlin', you know I would love to do that with you, but I have to get this done." He said in a forced calm tone, he seems to be really trying to keep his cool.

"Then what is James doing here, Thomas?!" I screamed out. When he came home today James was with him. Everything had been going fine up until Thomas mentioned he had to go finish up work. Then we end up in this petty fight and James awkwardly slipped out of the room, no doubt planning on waiting in his car for the fight to be over. "He's here because we're working on this case together. I told you that remember? Please, just give us a few hours and then I promise I'll make everything up to you." Thomas pleaded, his eyes searching mine for any signs of giving in. Well, he's not going to find anything.

"No, and since you seem to care about work and Hamilton so much why don't you just marry them instead?!" I exclaimed, tears of anger welling up in my eyes. I slipped the pretty engagement ring I was given not only two months ago off my ring finger and slapped it down on the kitchen counter. With that I stormed out of the room, not looking back. "Y/N, where are you going?" Thomas called out after me, his footsteps following mine. "Out!" Was my only reply as I quickly pulled on my coat, shoes and went out the door, slamming it shut behind me.

I stormed down the driveway towards my car, fishing in my coat pocket for my keys. Finally finding them as I got to my car, I inserted the key into the car door and unlocked it. Sitting down in the driver's seat, I closed the door behind me, putting the key in the ignition and turning on the car. As the engine roared to life I ended up making eye contact with James, who was now standing in front of my car with confusion. I glared at him and flipped my middle finger to him, earning an astonished look from him. He may not have deserved it, but you know what? I'm pissed at Thomas and everything associated with him. I then backed out of the driveway and drove down the road.

"I can't believe out of all the assholish bastards out there I just had to fall in love with Thomas! My mistake I guess." I seethed, glaring out at the road in front of me. It's been a little bit over a half hour since I left the house and in that half hour I've managed to accumulate twenty-two missed calls from Thomas, fifteen from James, and somehow they got Aaron in on calling too so five missed calls from him as well.

I gripped my steering wheel in frustration as my phone once again began to ring. This time around being the familiar thrill that accompanies every single one of James' calls. I planned on letting this one being the sixteenth missed call from him but the constant ringing soon enough got to me. My gaze snapped towards the vibrating phone on the passenger seat. Snatching the phone with one hand I answered the call, placing the phone over my ear. "What?!" I answered sharply as I turned back to the road.

"Y/N, thank god you've answered! Thomas, he's-" James started, relief evident in his voice. His voice suddenly cut off and was replaced with the sound of a slight struggle. "Y/N! Where are you?! Are you okay?!" Thomas shouted into the receiver. I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked down at it in confusion. "I'm so sorry Babe! Please, please come back! We can talk this out!" He loudly pleaded into the phone. "What? Thomas, please calm-" What I said was then cut off by a loud, longhorn.