hamilton one-shots

You're drunk, let's go. [laurens]

   You busted through the bar's doors. Weaving your way through the crowds of people in the bar, you finally reached the booth of your pathetic friends. There sat Hamilton and Laurens, both passed out and sprawled across the table. Lafayette and Mulligan were no where to be found. Bottles of beer were scattered everywhere: on the floor, the chairs, the tables. They were all either empty or half-full.

   Furious, you slapped both on the back of their heads. If it weren't for the fact that they were your best friends and roommates, you would have never bothered to pick them up. Yeah, you get it, you're a jerk, but at least you're a sexy jerk (according to Alexander Hamilton).

   Both men started to stir, and groaned at the pain on the back of their heads.

   "What the hell was that..." Laurens grumbled. He lifted his head to look at you, and squinted in the process. Hamilton was awake, but still laying with his head down, and mumbling inaudible phrases.

   "You're drunk, let's go." You sternly stated, grabbing the drunken mens' arms firmly in an attempt to pull them up. "(Y/N)... is that you?" He slurred.

   "Yes, it's me. Now get up."

   "No... I'm comfortable here... Can I stay?"

   You sighed in annoyance. Man, you hated it when they got drunk like this. It was always a pain to get them back home. "No. You can't stay. Now get up or I'm leaving you guys here."

   "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine." He whined. Because he struggled to get up, you had to sling his arm over your shoulder. "Only because you're so pretty."

   "Whatever." You weren't even phased by the compliment. Come on, he was drunk. The man couldn't even get up properly.

   You did the same to Hamilton, and slung his arm over your other shoulder. You threw them both into the back seats of your car. "Don't you dare throw up." You threatened.

   The car ride to your guys' apartment was silent. Not even the car radio was playing, because if it was it would only result in the two grown men behind you singing their hearts out. You could hear faint snores, but didn't bother to look . You had to stay focused while driving.

   Finally, you had reached the apartment complex. It was past midnight, and the streets were very dark as there were only few working street lamps.

   You exited the car and opened the car's back doors. There laid a sleeping Hamilton and a drowsy Laurens. Sighing, you picked up Hamilton and grabbed Laurens by the arm. Thank God the short stack was light.

   With one man slung over your shoulder and the other leaning on you, you made your way to the elevator. You were lucky there was no one else beside you three in there, because there was no way you would go through explaining why the hell you were carrying a man.

   Once you finally got to your apartment you threw Hamilton onto his bed. You didn't bother tucking him in or anything—you were not is mother. Back in the living room was Laurens, who was on the verge of falling asleep. Same as you did to Hamilton, you led him to his turtle-themed bedroom. He was behind you as you were about to leave the room, as he suddenly collapsed and fell on top of you. Fortunately, you landed on his bed, and no one was hurt, but unfortunately you were trapped under an unconscious man.

   "Really? Of all times you choose to pass out now?" You sighed. Of all the times you had to pick them up from the bar this was the first time this has happened.  You would've done something about it, but it's like what? 2am? Screw it you need your sleep. He probably won't mind anyway. Plus his bed was soft.

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   "Goddammit. My head feels like shiiiiiiit." Laurens groaned as he pushed himself up. Instead of feeling his bed sheets he felt something soft, like human skin. In confusion he looked up to see you, sprawled across his bed as he was laying on top of you. He held back his scream, and quickly got off the bed. All he remembered was him going out to drink with his friends. His face paled as he thought of what might have happened, though was slightly relieved when he saw you fully clothed. All of a sudden, he felt a wave of nausea and ran straight toward the only bathroom.

   Meanwhile, you began to wake up as well due to the sound of gagging in the bathroom. You lazily got up and opened the window blinds. It was already past noon. You already had a good guess on who's at the bathroom and what they were doing.

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   "Ugh... I am NEVER going to drink ever again."

   "Don't make promises you won't keep."

   Laurens was startled by your voice. He just finished throwing up and flushed it down the toilet. He felt heat climbing up to his cheeks as he thought about what happened earlier.

   "I-I-I... U-um... D-did anything happen last night?" Laurens mentally face palmed. That didn't really come out like he wanted. He stood up and fiddled with his thumbs, too nervous to look you in the eye.

   "Well beside you and your little boyfriend over there passing out at the bar and forcing me to carry you guys home, nothing at all." He was relieved when you said nothing had happened, but was still embarrassed by the fact you had to carry them.

   "I-I'm just gonna ignore that you ever said that." He said, referring to the "you and your little boyfriend" phrase.

   "Whatever." You shrugged. "I'll just go make you both some tea then. Just because I'm being nice." You trotted out of the bathroom and whistled the melody of your favorite song. From the kitchen, you said rather loudly, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. Your bed is really comfy."

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so.

that was my first writing prompt for hamilton.

funny cuz it was exactly 1000 words. not including this author's note tho.

i hope you likey because this didn't make as much fluff as i wanted it to.

ye.

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go ahead and request a character or something if you like and thx for reading guys.