It is a beautiful afternoon in New York City. There's pollution in the air, trash on the ground, and bigotry, well, everywhere -- but a beautiful afternoon it is. Y/N gets dressed for a shift at Ellen's Stardust Diner.
"I'm going to work," you say to your ratchet husband, Alexander Hamilton. He continues to write without a response. you glance at Alexander's work and gasp. "A 'chicks I'd like to bang' list? Really?!" Alexander shrugs and giggles to himself. He is pleased and confident in his sexuality. You're not even on the list. You are inflamed. This is the last straw. You slam the door and leave, steam actually rising out of your ears. Alexander adds "Edna Turnblad" to his list, erases it, then writes it again. He begins to draw a busty woman on the sheet, wiping crumbs off of his trousers.
Realizing you forgot your apron, you turn back and walk toward the apartment. You open the door and he's standing there. It's Alex.
"Babe," he says.
"I can't call you babe anymore," you tell him.
"But babe. I am the A-L-E-X-"
You cut him off. "But what about me, babe? Who am I in this relationship?"
"Babe, you are the..." Hamilton tries to spell out your name. He can't remember it. You slap him. There is a laugh track. He passes out because he is drunk. The laugh track is now cheering for you. You grab your apron and leave. You walk to work, singing "Take Me Or Leave Me" from the Tony Award Winning Musical Rent, but like, offkey because you are pissed af and can't hold a tune right now.
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A GENTLEWOMAN'S GUIDE TO LOVE AND MURDER
FanfictionA GENTLEWOMAN'S GUIDE TO LOVE AND MURDER, OR HOW TO SUCCEED IN DIVORCE WITH ACTUALLY A LOT OF TRYING (Hamilton X Reader)(Slime Tutorial) You are a middle class waitress/bartender married to Alexander Hamilton. He is a slutty buffoon and you are too...
