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I’m not crying shut up everyone I CAN’T HEAR MY THOUGHTS OVER THE SOUND OF CRYING

Betrayed

Pairing: Phillip Hamilton x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, death, kinda long.

Summary: Y/n Eacker meets Phillip at a ball, and they instantly connect. Because of the sadistic nature of fait, he was snatched from your grasp.

Bam: hey, so, like I said I’m not to good at angst. But I tried! So, I sincerely hope you like this. Love always!

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You met the love and the ultimate demise of your life at the Winters Ball, like everyone else. Only, the peculiar case was that he was never your suitor, your courter, or your husband. No. That liberty was taken away from the both of you.

Dances, especially in large and unnecessarily frilly gowns, were not your thing. You were idly sipping your glass of champagne in the corner, trying not to vomit from the taste. At the meek age of 16, alcohol had not yet become something you could enjoy. You haphazardly looked at the twirling colors that radiated from the other women’s gowns, when an unexpected tap on the shoulder took you from your spell.

“Hello Miss. I couldn’t help but notice that you look rather unsatisfied with your current position. Care to dance?” The boy with curly hair and a devilish smirk offered his hand to you.

“Well, Sir. Your assumptions aren’t wrong. I would love a dance. Anything to take this awful taste out of my mouth, really.” You roughly set down your glass and took his hand. He led you to the center of the ball room, which oddly enough was the least crowded.

“I take it you aren’t much for champagne, then.” He pulled you close, to the point where your chests were touching.

“Well, not exactly. Fermented beverages haven’t quite piqued my interest quite yet. I do, however, enjoy a good fruit juice.” He smiled and shook his head at your silly comment.

“Fruit juice? A classy drink for a classy lady.” He added his playboy smile into that mixture of words. If it hadn’t been for his comforting aura, you would have been a flustered mess.

“Your words are charming good Sir. For all this flattery, I would certainly like a name to place to it.” He spun you elegantly before bringing your face within an inch of his.

“I’ll tell you my name, but only my first. I would ask that you do the same. I find that it attaches personality rather than wealth to a person.” He raised his eyebrows as to challenge you.

“As you wish. My name is Y/n.”

“Mine is Phillip. It’s a pleasure.”

You danced a total of four songs, then he led you off the dance floor.

“Would you care to walk with me in the gardens?” He held your hands to his chest.

“I couldn’t refuse such a gentlemanly invitation.” His eyes lit up and he led you to the courtyard. The moon was a mere crescent, yet it still shone its silver light upon the roses. He kept walking until you hit the edge of the lake.

“It’s a beautiful night. You know, Miss Y/n, it’s at times like this where I cannot resist my flirtatiousness. Though the stars shine bright and the moon dwindles valiantly, your eyes are far brighter that both combined.” He kissed your palm as you cupped his cheek.

“You certainly are quite the charmer. I’m pleased that you asked me to dance tonight.” Your cheeks were bright red.

“I hate to be to forward, but may I write to you?” His hands were tracing shapes on your hips.

“I would love that.”

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“Y/n? Y/n? Who are you writing all the time?” Your brother, George, was pestering you again. He was always curious to who this mysterious Phillip was.

“You know who I’m writing, George. Now please, do you need something?” You turned in your chair and sealed the letter you had in hand.

“Actually, I was wondering if you want to go to the theatre with me tonight.” He played with the ruffles in his cravat.

“Alright. I have nothing planned, and Lord knows I haven’t gotten to spend any recent quality time with my sweet Georgey,” you cooed. He rolled his eyes and made his way out the door.

“Be ready by 4, oh sister of mine.”

The theatre it was then.

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The theatre was packed, but it was a Friday night. You adorned yourself in a lilac dress to match George’s coat. It was a warmer night, and the breeze made it even more pleasant.

The show was very pleasant, until the end. The actors were taking there final bow, when the theatre doors swung open. You quickly turned around with the rest of the crowd, only to be met with the face of someone you’d least expect.

Phillip, your love.

His eyes searched the crowd and he stormed over to your brother, who was in front of the hoard of people.

“Eacker! I heard you were talking bad about my pops. You have something to say to me?” In all the times you had met up with Phillip, you had never seen him this enraged. But then again, your love was secret; never to be shown in public.

“Yeah, so what. Everything I said is true. Your dad is a lying, cheating, radical whore. I feel so bad for your poor mother.” You were appalled at your brothers words. Was this the same person?

“Eacker, if anything you’re the liar! I’ll kick your ass in front of everyone here!” Phillip was seething. You just wanted to go and comfort him.

“Whatever you say, Philly dearest. You couldn’t even fight a child and come out on top.” Your brother was acting so pompous, and it was making you feel ill.

“Duel me.” The room went still.

“You’re on.” You couldn’t speak. Tears were streaming down your face. Phillip walked out, and you quietly slipped away after him. He was quickly making his way down the street. He was hunched over and looked smaller than usual.

“Phillip,” you said weakly, your throat feeling like nails. By a grace to powerful to name, he heard you. He turned around, hard faced. He looked at you for roughly half a second before rushing towards you.

“Oh, my love. Please tell me you didn’t see that…” he buried his face in your hair. You clung tightly to him.

“….. you challenged him to a duel…” you choked out. You were tugging in your mind on who to side with. George. Phillip. George. Phillip.

“My sweet, I will make it out. I cannot promise, but my love for you will take me beyond the chains of death.” He rocked you back and forth under the oil street lamp.

“Phillip, I have to tell you something.” You pulled away.

“Yes, Y/n?” He cupped your cheek.

“The man you challenged to a duel is my brother.” An ear splitting silence spread between you. His face looked heartbroken.

“Y/n, I cannot sacrifice my honor. If you are asking me to back out I-” you stopped him.

“No. That’s not what I’m asking. I have a feeling on who your family is. Hamilton, if I’m not mistaken. I know you Philly. You talk about them a lot, and you hold them above your own life. You’re not going to back out. Just, give me tonight.” You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, listening to his rapid heartbeat. He pulled you away and looked in to your eyes. They held hope, love, but most of all, desire.

“Let’s live tonight like it’s our last.” He took your hand and led you down several streets, only to stop at a two story house. It was bigger than most, yet still modest. He opened to door quietly. Wait, this was his house. You quickly trotted up the stairs and down to the last room in the hall. He opened the door and closed it directly behind you.

You turned around, grabbed his collar, and smashed your lips to his. He immediately responded by picking you up and pinning you against the wall. He moved to pepper hot kisses down your neck, and reached for the first button on your dress. He stopped and rested his hand there.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He looked at you, concerned.

“Yes.” He immediately unbuttoned your dress quickly. This was going to be one heck of a night.

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You woke up in Phillip’s bed with no one beside you. Instant dread hit the very essence of your being. There was a note on the pillow, and you knew who it was from. It said:

“My dearest Y/n,

Words cannot express how in love with you I am. Your smile, your laugh, your mind, your body. All of it is simply indescribable. Even if I die today, know that I died happy. You have provided me with light in a world of darkness. Thank you for being my flame.

Love Always, Phillip”

It was short and heartbreaking. It was already past dawn, so you dressed and rushed out of the room. When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you were met with Mr. And Mrs. Hamilton. They looked shock, but saw the letter you were holding. Eliza started sobbing and hugged you. You hugged her back but gave Mr. Hamilton a pleading stare. Eliza let go and rushed upstairs. Mr. Hamilton took your hands.

“I suppose you’re his lovely Y/n. I’m afraid he’s….. g-gone m-y d-dear.” He turned away his gaze, but still held your hands. You were crying, but no sound was being made.

“Y/n, he wanted me to give you this.” Mr. Hamilton pulled out a simple silver band. You stared at it for a few seconds before breaking down.

He wanted to marry you. He loved you. He would always be with you.

You put the ring on and collapsed into Mr. Hamilton’s arms and wept. You could hear his muffled sobs as well. You only stopped when Mrs. Hamilton came down, ignoring her husband, and took you to the kitchen for tea.

“He loved you, so now we will also love you.”

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Love, Just A Game - [chapter two] j o h n (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/jg3qelyJVC [WARNING]: This story contains/mentions bullying, suicide, and possibly triggering events. If any of these things make you uncomfortable, please do not read. After barely escaping the claws of high school, Alexander Hamilton finally makes it to Columbia College in New York. Having his squad of friends by his side, he tries to breeze through college and get his degree to become a lawyer. But yet, his past in high school comes back to haunt him.

(Second chapter up, go check it out cuz this isn’t popular xD)

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Love, Just A Game - [chapter one] a l e x (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/9FOjzC4HTC [WARNING]: This story contains/mentions bullying, suicide, and possibly triggering events. If any of these things make you uncomfortable, please do not read. After barely escaping the claws of high school, Alexander Hamilton finally makes it to Columbia College in New York. Having his squad of friends by his side, he tries to breeze through college and get his degree to become a lawyer. But yet, his past in high school comes back to haunt him.

(gUYS IM NOT SURE IF THIS IS GOOD PLEASE CHECK ;-;)

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God, I remember I was so devastated to hear my favorite actor had passed. Such an amazing man, I could care less what people say about Robin Williams.

Robin Williams Was A Wise Man

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Listening to Non-Stop

Me: *smiling happy for once*

Hamilton: I am not throwing away my shot

Company: Just you wait

Me: what

Company: what

Lin-Manuel Miranda: what

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Masked Identity (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

NOTE: This is set in the actual time era of the Winter’s Ball, only adding the fact of it being a masquerade ball. The Schuyler Sisters are here but...let’s just say a group, in particular, had no interest in them...yet. This is only a one-shot not gonna be a series. Until I can have more time, I will do an actual series.

Title: Masked Identity

Summary: Being invited to a masquerade Winter’s Ball held by George Washington himself, you encounter a very intriguing man, who happens to be working for the General. As time goes by events start to occur.

Character(s): Alexander Hamilton

Word Count: 1,651

WARNING: Nothing. Just don’t die? I’m sorry this is trash and it’s not good TwT

The night sky appeared to glisten with its many stars as a crisp breeze swept a stray tress of your hair to the side. You quivered and pulled your coat closer as your gaze shifted upwards towards the massive home in front of you, your breath being evident in the cold weather.

Numerous guests, men, and women alike rush inside, not desiring to be in the cold any longer. Their conversations flow by you so fast.

You were standing in front of the home of General George Washington, who was operating a masquerade Winter’s Ball.

Your gown wasn’t too extravagant but had the right equivalence of elegant and simplicity of it, your acquaintance, tailored this gown to perfection. The equivalent could say for your mask that rested over your face.

A small exhale left your lips as you raised your gown and began to travel inside.

The difference of temperature was drastic as a young man volunteered to take your coat. You greeted, and gently took off your coat and gave it to the man, thanking him for his service.

“It is nothing, miss,” he responded. “I am only doing my job.”

You nodded and beamed as the man disappeared with your coat, taking more coats of incoming guests. 

You glimpsed back at the core of the ball where most of the couples who had entered were dancing happily at their partner’s side.

“Pardon me if I am disrupting your sight-seeing of the couples dancing,” 

A masculine voice had interfered your thoughts. You whirled around, your gown gliding gracefully behind you as you gawked at a masked gentleman in front of you.

“But, if you are not occupied, may I have a dance with you?”

You were indecisive, but you took the time to pay attention towards this man’s character. Intelligent eyes were behind that mask, you could recognize it. The way his smile was brilliant, it told he was a bit arrogant. Not to mention, the firm, yet somehow, untidy ponytail the man had. But the main component to this man’s looks was his navy-blue soldier’s coat. He operated with Washington.

Yet, you smirked.

“How could I say no? After all, dancing with a stranger I do not know is always such a delightful event.”

He chuckled, as you took his hand as he led you towards the ballroom floor.

“Your mockery was not needed, miss. I solely just asked a dance with such a gorgeous woman such as you.”

He returned as he gazed into your eyes, you locking eyes with him. As another waltz began to play, you curtsied him as he bowed to you. Tenderly, he settled your hands where they must be, as the two of you stared at each other, dancing to the melody on this special night.

“Never would I have thought a man would speak silvertongue towards me.”

You said as he delicately dipped you downwards. You had to admit, this man was truly marvelous at ballroom dancing than you had anticipated. 

“It is nothing but the mere truth my lady.”

He hoisted you back up and twirled you around, having both his hands enclosed around your waist and your back held upon his chest. Swaying side to side for a bit was seemingly relaxing to you, excluding the fact that you were with a stranger.

“As you say.”

You simply said, your special behavior slowly wavering the longer time you spent with this man. After all, you weren’t a particularly high-class person in reality. The mask you wore would disguise the fact that you are nothing but an underclass girl in this world.

"You strike me, as a woman who has never been satisfied."

He abruptly said, the two of you not parting away from each other's hold. You slightly turned your head to look at him, perplexed about what he had said. 

"I am sure I do not know what you mean, you forget yourself."

You had scoffed as he released you, the warmth of your bodies suddenly fading. The two of your exchanged thanks for the dance, yet he took your hand.

"You are like me, my lady," he told. "I am never satisfied."

"I can see it in your eyes, you have never been satisfied with the things in your life."

Your eyes shifted away from his. It was true. Even though your life was simplistic and enjoyable most of the time, you couldn’t help but feel like you needed more. Something greater. You had always strived for something better in life.

“Is that right?”

You ask, your voice getting softer and softer. He lifted up your hand and pressed a kiss on your knuckles, you could feel a small blush tint your cheeks.

“I have never been satisfied, my lady.”

You gazed at him with such admiration, you never believed a man who could share the same personality as you. You sigh, letting your guard and special persona down.

“My name is [Y/N] [L/N].”

“Alexander Hamilton.”

You smiled, finally discovering this man’s name. Alexander stood up, joining arms with you. You gave him a questioning look, there was no need for words, he just beamed at you as he guided you outside into the General’s unrestricted field. The stars appeared to gleam even clearer once the two of you had departed the residence, and although it was still chilly outside, the heat between you two had made your trip much more relaxing than you had anticipated.

"What are we doing here, Mr. Hamilton?"

You looked at the glorious flowers that were seemingly still alive even due to the cold and harsh weather the town is in. The petals still had their vibrant colors to them, even in the worst of times, their beauty still appealing.

"Miss [L/N], I have felt a fiery desire for you since I had laid eyes on you." Alexander had confessed, his eyes not gazing at you, but at the stars above. "I led you out here because I am selfish."

"My fellow friends have been focussing on you once we entered, I just required their eyes off from us."

Staring at the soil, you grew flustered. Alexander’s words had captured you in a sense of shock, causing you to be incapable of processing information. But you had recently met him, how could he be falling for a stranger, let alone you in particular. No unique characteristics, not even born into a prosperous class, you simply had your brain to make up for it, but even that wasn’t enough.

“Out of everyone..." you lingered off. "Out of all the gorgeous women here you chose me..."

"Explain yourself."

You withdrew your arm aside from Alexander, the tears stinging your eyes as you watched Alexander. He could be playing you for a fool, and you were not going to let that occur.

Alexander gingerly caressed your cheek before cupping your small face in his hands. He seemed as if he was about to crumble into tears. You immediately felt sorry for questioning the genuineness of his love when you should have just given it an opportunity.

"I understand, it seems absolutely ridiculous when I say it, but please you must believe me." he pleaded, pulling you close. "If I let you run right now, I will never see you again. I cannot let anything this amazing slip from my grasp."

And in a flash it happened: Alexander's lips connected with yours as he leaned you in for a passionate kiss in the moonlight. You melted into the kiss, your hands progressing up to his mask and swiftly loosening it.

Tearing away from each other to breathe, you stared at Alexander's features without the mask.

He looked more handsome than you imagined. You couldn't prevent the heat speeding up to your cheeks, making you shift away to conceal your face.

"Am I that charming, [Y/N]?"

Alexander inquired with a smirk, your face becoming even redder when he asked you by your name. Tenderly, he lifted your mask, unveiling your face. He marveled at you, smirking through it all. 

"You are...gorgeous, [Y/N]..." he removed stray curls out of your face once more. "Let me see your face, my love."

Shyly you glanced at Alexander, a small smile on your face. Alexander raised you up and twirled you around, both of your laughter echoing in the crisp air.

"Write to me, Alexander. Never forget about me," 

You whispered as you were cradled in his arms. Kissing your forehead, Alexander drew you closer.

"I could never forget you, mon amour." 

Closing your eyes, you slept in the arms of your lover. The two of you fell asleep in the garden, afterward being brought in by Martha Washington herself and sleeping in the spare room they had.

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Alternate Route: 

You woke up to daylight pouring into the window, instantly waking you up. You looked around the room to try and find Alexander, but he was nowhere to be found.

Then you realized...

THAT THIS WAS SOME BULLSHIT DREAM.

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Since I forgot to create one, it’s now here: the Masterlist for all my Hamilton writings and shit. At the moment there’s only one link available to access. The rest will come I promise. Just go to my page, click the dropbox and click: Masterlist [Hamilton]

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Alexander: *hits the down button on the elevator* fUCK THIS SHIT I’M OUT--

Normally vs. When you know you fucked up

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hE’S ONLY 37 BUT HE LOOKS LIKE HE’S YOUNGER

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Hamilton One-Shot Ideas

Masked Identity (Alexander Hamilton x Reader)

Being invited to the masquerade Winter’s Ball, you meet a strange yet handsome man during one of your dances.

Rise Up (Lams)

After finding out that Laurens has been abused by his father and bullied by the kids at school, Hamilton stands up for Laurens.

Dazzle Me (Aaron Burr x Reader)

Burr, after meeting you (more like bumping into you) at the local library, he sees how the two of you aren’t so different from each other. But...I’m pretty sure you’re playing hard to get.

Got any more ideas? Ask me! I’ll be happy to hear them (title suggestion does not need to be included :D)

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I just--this is too perfect. (Check out dryeguy on YouTube and here on Tumblr! Amazing voice actor, and pretty funny guy!)

23? (By the way, I love your livestreams =w=)

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0mhstj4PqOw

Also, thank you!

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wHY ARE YOU MAKING ME CHOOSE WHAT THE--

Like for Lams, reblog for HamBurr, both for Jamilton

I want to do an experiment that shall create another war.

Update: *frantically screaming at how many notes this has*

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WHA--WHAT IS THIS?! REPOST?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA--

*dies* tHANK YOU FOR YOUR WORDS

Lustful Lies (Jamilton [FakeLaf!AU])

@virusap hOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS SINFUL AU?!

*clears throat* Anyways, this was made for you. Hope you enjoy.

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Dear Lafayette,

I know for a fact this is not right. It would violate most of my morals that I have come to known.

I cannot express to you my desires for Alexander, but I know as a fact that he is not the Moon–

But, is it so wrong to love someone so deeply? He is beautiful, magnificent, how does one not fall for such a man as Alexander?

–he is not the stars, nor is he the everlasting Sun–

He is hungry, lustful, as I am for him. He wants me, as I want him. And although he knows I am not you in reality–

–he is my universe. I was meant for him, I can give him the love he needs, I will set him free!

–he knows I hold a special place for him inside my dark and lustful heart. There are so many things I want to do to him, 

You are no longer relevant to whatever we do within our bedroom.Or even to Alexander.

But with you in the way, I must restrain myself, although, the things we have done seem to satisify the man himself.

Au revoir, Gilbert.

Alexander knows nothing about this. I tell him that Jefferson is off in his home, that my ‘scars’ make me insecure, that I am you. You might as well stay in France and never return to America once more, because nothing will be left for you here. Alexander is mine to keep. He is my toy to play with and you are nothing but a mere pawn.

Signed, Jefferson.

“Mon amour?”

Sealing the envelope close and tying up his hair once more, Jefferson looked over to the open doorway, seeing Alexander walk in. A small smile played on the imposter’s lips as his eyes scanned Alexander from head to toe.

“Yes, mon amour?” Jefferson replied smoothly, his fake French accent filling Alexander’s ears like music.

“Come to bed now, I missed you.” Alexander said as he walked over to Jefferson and gently held his hand.

Jefferson gave a sinful smirk as he leaned down to plant a kiss on the shorter man’s lips. He whispered into Alexander’s ear, his French accent seeming to delight Alexander.

“I’ll be there soon, mon amour. Please go wait in bed until I am there.” He said, his voice purring as Alexander smiled, letting go of Jefferson’s hand and walked away. 

I’ll be there for you…forever, mon amour.

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Lustful Lies (Jamilton [FakeLaf!AU])

@virusap hOW DARE YOU MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH THIS SINFUL AU?!

*clears throat* Anyways, this was made for you. Hope you enjoy.

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Dear Lafayette,

I know for a fact this is not right. It would violate most of my morals that I have come to known.

I cannot express to you my desires for Alexander, but I know as a fact that he is not the Moon--

But, is it so wrong to love someone so deeply? He is beautiful, magnificent, how does one not fall for such a man as Alexander?

--he is not the stars, nor is he the everlasting Sun--

He is hungry, lustful, as I am for him. He wants me, as I want him. And although he knows I am not you in reality--

--he is my universe. I was meant for him, I can give him the love he needs, I will set him free!

--he knows I hold a special place for him inside my dark and lustful heart. There are so many things I want to do to him, 

You are no longer relevant to whatever we do within our bedroom.Or even to Alexander.

But with you in the way, I must restrain myself, although, the things we have done seem to satisify the man himself.

Au revoir, Gilbert.

Alexander knows nothing about this. I tell him that Jefferson is off in his home, that my ‘scars’ make me insecure, that I am you. You might as well stay in France and never return to America once more, because nothing will be left for you here. Alexander is mine to keep. He is my toy to play with and you are nothing but a mere pawn.

Signed, Jefferson.

“Mon amour?”

Sealing the envelope close and tying up his hair once more, Jefferson looked over to the open doorway, seeing Alexander walk in. A small smile played on the imposter’s lips as his eyes scanned Alexander from head to toe.

“Yes, mon amour?” Jefferson replied smoothly, his fake French accent filling Alexander’s ears like music.

“Come to bed now, I missed you.” Alexander said as he walked over to Jefferson and gently held his hand.

Jefferson gave a sinful smirk as he leaned down to plant a kiss on the shorter man’s lips. He whispered into Alexander’s ear, his French accent seeming to delight Alexander.

“I’ll be there soon, mon amour. Please go wait in bed until I am there.” He said, his voice purring as Alexander smiled, letting go of Jefferson’s hand and walked away. 

I’ll be there for you...forever, mon amour.

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I drew Chelsea Lee aka Genderbent!Charles Lee! Originally from @aizy-boy

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WHAT DID I READ

HOW BOUT NO

YOU BASTARD

*jumps off couch*

Angsty angst where alex is in hospital in a coma from s suicide attempt and thomas is speaking to him and then he flatlines

TW: Suicide mention, suicide attempt, angsty angst angst angst

Bleach had a peculiar scent to it. Strong, yes- one may even go as far as to call it a sharp, piercing, one. After a while, however, it fizzled out into a soft burning sensation in the back of one’s mid, only present when thought of. And the bleached scent of the hospital room could not be father from Thomas’s mind.

His boyfriend, his Alexander, lay in the hospital bed, his breathing erratic. He had only just been declared stable enough to allow Thomas in the room, and Thomas had not spent a second of that time apart from Alexander. He couldn’t understand why he’d done it- well, he could, in a way. He had been the one to find Alexander convulsing on the floor from a painkiller overdose, and has subsequently been the one to find the suicide note.

Each word had been sharply written, as if written at an angle, with speed. Words like ‘sorry’ and ‘love you’ and ‘can’t do this anymore’ blended together into one word. Suicide.

Alexander was alive, and everything would be okay. Sure, his heartbeat was a little slow, but that was to be expected with the events of the previous few hours. He had slit his wrists, too, in addition the the pills. He must have really wanted to die. Scarlet had been coating the tile floor when Thomas walked in, the sickening squish of Alexander’s blood on the floor beneath his feet. 

So what if the heart monitor was beeping along at a sluggish pace? Alexander’s arms were wrapped in gauze, stark white against tan skin. The nurses and doctors told him that Alexander wasn’t likely to want to speak with him when he awoke, but Thomas stayed by his side anyways. He placed his hand on Alexander’s own slowly, as if it were made of glass. Intertwining their fingers, Thomas gazed at his boyfriend. He loved Alex. More than anything. He would need to know that. When Alexander woke up, Thomas would tell him that he loved him, and Alexander would say the same, and everything would be okay.

Of course, you can’t let someone know that you love them if they aren’t going to wake up. Alexander just needed to wake up, 

Perhaps Alex would wake up by hearing the shrill beeping of the heart monitor.

Or the sound of one long note coming from the machine instead.

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First Words

Hamilton: can you say mummy, Philip?

Philip: mummy!

Hamilton: can you say daddy, Philip?

Philip: d-

*pulls hair into pony tail*

DADDY

Hamilton: holy sHIT LAURens NO-

Laurens: holy shit Laurens YES~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)