For You (Eliza Schuyler x Reader)

Key

(Y/N) = Your Name

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You were helpless.

It was forbidden for a woman to court another woman. The term ‘lesbian’ wasn’t used at this time in society. The lifestyle for women in America was simple; marry young, have kids, and then die. No need to have a job or education, just know how to cook, clean, and bare children. But that wasn’t what you wanted. You wanted to marry the person you loved. Have a job and education. Life your life the way you want to, not how society wants you to live.

But, sadly, the person you want to spend your lifetime with is no one else but Elizabeth Schuyler.

You and Eliza grew up together. As little girls, you two have done everything together. You played, learned, and practically lived your whole childhoods together. You were adored by Eliza’s sisters and your father was a good friend of Eliza’s father. Your families would spend many dinners together, allowing you to get closer and closer to Eliza. When you turned sixteen, you told Eliza, who was only a few months younger than you, that you loved her. Eliza immediately understood what you meant and accepted your feelings, confessing that she felt the same. That was when your forbidden courtship began. You two were now eighteen and you loved each other more than you did when your courtship began. You wrote Eliza poems and sonnets, every stanza expressing your fondness and ever-growing love for the Schuyler sister. You two were inseparable.

It was a sunny Sunday when you heard a knock at the door. You had moved out of your family home weeks after you turned eighteen but still kept in touch, living only three blocks away from your parents. You had a job as a housemaid for the wealthy politician a few doors down, who paid you well. You also go to church every Sunday with your parents.

You placed your book back on the table and rushed over to the door. You opened the door and smiled when you saw your girlfriend standing there but your smile faltered when you saw the tears streaming down her face. You immediately ushered her inside and closed the door. The moment you turned around, Eliza pulled you into a hug, burying her face in your shoulder as she sobbed. You ran your fingers through Eliza’s hair, rubbing her back your other hand. You stayed this way for a few minutes before Eliza pulled away, sniffling and wiping her tears away.

“Eliza?” You said in a confused tone. “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?”

Eliza shook her head as she calmed herself down. You were patient so you didn’t push her for an answer. After her whimpers ceased, Eliza took your hands in hers and she looked you dead in the eye. Her eyes showed sadness and anger.

“M-My parents are…” She gulped. “They’re expecting me to marry soon. They threatened to arrange for me to marry a total stranger if a suitor doesn’t appear soon.”

You felt your breath hitched in your throat. Your body went stiff and you didn’t know what to say. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. If Eliza got married, she’d have to leave you, possibly move out of the city and will never have time to see you. You’ll be forced to marry someone too or die alone. You didn’t want to live without Eliza Schuyler. She was your soulmate. You loved her more than anything and Eliza reciprocated those feelings. What were you going to do?

“I’ll be your suitor.” These words left your lips before you could think of any other ideas. Eliza looked at you with wide eyes and furrowed her eyebrows.

“(Y/N), you can’t do that,” Eliza stated, tightening her grip on your hands. “You’re a woman. Although I love you so much, you can’t openly court me. You’ll be arrested and sentenced to death!”

“What if I dressed as a man?” You suggested, pull your hands away from Eliza’s and a grin forming on your face. “I can take on a new alias and introduce myself as a suitor. If I play my cards right, your parents will love me and I’ll be able to have your hand. We can get married. That’s what you want, right?”

Eliza’s face held a frown in confusion and concern.She was conflicted about your suggestion. You were a woman but acted so much like a young man. Your chest wasn’t fairly big so if you just bound your chest and wore shirts made of thick material, you’ll make a convincing man. Your hair was long but you just needed to keep it cut and let it grow no farther than to your shoulders. You actually had all of your late brother’s clothes because he lived with you for some time before he passed. And if you could pull this plan off, you and Eliza could be married, being together forever. But, since you were both women, you couldn’t have children. Eliza always dreamed of having her own family. She had to choose between you or the children she wanted.

“So what do you think, Eliza?” You asked, taking her hands in yours. “Can I be your suitor?”

Eliza looked down at your joined hands and furrowed her brows. You felt your heart speed up and your breathing growing uneasy. You were willing to change your identity and leave your life behind if it meant you could be with the woman you loved. But this meant you couldn’t have children. But you were willing to push that dream away if you could be with Eliza for the rest of your life.

“We won’t be able to have children, (Y/N).” Eliza murmured. She looked at you with a sad and confused look. “Are you willing to not have a family just to be with me?”

You smiled and cupped Eliza’s cheek with one of your hands. “Yes, Eliza!” You said, love and seriousness clear in your voice. “I’m willing to dress as a man and never have children if it means you and I can be together forever. You are a beautiful and intelligent woman. I don’t want to lose you to anyone else. If you are willing to not have children and marry me then that’s all I need to be happy.”

Tears started falling from Eliza’s eyes as she pulled you into a tight embrace. You hugged her back and felt tears fall from your eyes as well. Eliza’s legs buckled and you two ended up on the floor, standing on your knees. After a few moments, Eliza pulled away and looked at you, smiling with such love and happiness. She cupped your face in her hands.

“Yes,” She said. “I would love to have you as a suitor. I want to marry you too, (Y/N).”

You felt your smile grow bigger and You pressed your lips to hers. The kiss was sweet and soft. You wrapped your arms around Eliza’s waist and she ran her hands through your hair. Sadly, you two parted for air, softly panting but still smiling like idiots.

You were willing to change everything for Eliza Schuyler. You loved her so much that you’d give her the world if you could. She loved you the same way. You two were going to live happily ever after. Together.

As Long as You Love Me (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Key

(Y/N) = Your Name

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He could hear you, even though you were trying to be as quiet as you could be.

You were trying so hard not to wake Philip up with your pathetic weeping and whimpering. He didn’t need to hear your sob story at three in the morning. He had things to do tomorrow and you did too. But you couldn’t help but feel like a pile of useless crap. You have been this way since you were young. Your parents were awesome and loved you unconditionally and your siblings did too, but you had struggled with your anxiety and depression since you were a young preteen. The usual bullying in school fuel your insecurities and self-hatred. You didn’t like showing a lot of skin and tried to stay away from loud and big crowds, making you a social outcast. How you managed to catch the eye of school playboy Philip Hamilton will always confuse you. He could have any girl he wanted, so why choose the school outcast? You weren’t special. You weren’t smart or athletic or beautiful. Was he with you out of pity? Because he was dared to by some of his friends? Maybe his dad wants him to be with a girl who wasn’t a slut?

“(Y/N)?”

You went silent when you heard Philip’s voice. You mentally scolded yourself for waking him up and grew still, trying to make it look like you were asleep. Your face felt wet and sticky from your tears, causing your hair to stick to your face. You fought the urge to pull your hair away.

“Baby, are you awake?”

You buried your face deeper into your tear soaked pillow and prayed for Philip to go back to sleep. He shouldn’t bother himself about you. You weren’t important. Please go back to sleep and forget about me. You heard shuffling behind you and Philip wrapped his arms around you, making you flinch. You felt him tug at you, turning you around so you laid on your side facing him. You had your eyes shut so he couldn’t see your tears. You flinched when his hand brushed away your hair and cupped your cheek. You were shaking and you knew he could feel it.

“(Y/N),” Philip whispered. “Look at me.”

You hesitantly opened your eyes, a group of tears rolling down your cheeks. Philip wiped them away. His eyes held concern and worry. But there was another emotion you could quite place. Was it love? Or pity? You couldn’t really tell.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Philip asked in a whisper, holding your gaze as he rubbed your arm.

You couldn’t speak. Your voice wasn’t cooperating with you. The only sounds you made were whimpers and heavy breathing. Philip pulled you in and held you against him, running a hand through your hair. You started crying again, as much as you didn’t want to. You felt horrible about waking him up for something so stupid. He had so much to do tomorrow and all you had was two lousy classes you hated. You used up all of your excused sick days so you had to go to the classes, as much as you wanted to sleep your life away.

After your crying turned back to soft whimpers, you pulled away and wiped your face. Your face was red and tear stained. You were emotionally exhausted. You didn’t know what to do about how much you questioned every little ounce of love Philip and your friends had for you. Why love you? Why not people who deserve it?

“You’re doubting yourself again, aren’t you?”

You looked at Philip with a blank look but he could tell he was right. Your eyes said so much. This wasn’t the first time he woke up in the early hours of the morning to the sound of you whimpering and crying. It broke his heart every time you woke up sluggish and emotionally distant. Did you really not trust him that much? Did you seriously doubt how much he loves you? You’ve made him so happy for the past year you’ve been together. You made him smile, laugh, and just feel good about himself. You always had a flirtatious joke to use as a counter-attack on him when he tries to be a casanova. You were an amazing cook, a beautiful singer, and you make his parents laugh and smile. Hell, his dad has been giving him trouble about how long he’s gonna wait until he’s gonna marry you. That isn’t a bad idea, but maybe you guys should wait a little longer.

“(Y/N), how many times do I have to say ‘I love you’ for you to understand that I’m not going to leave you?” Philip asked, looking you dead in the eye. “I’ll say it a hundred times a day if you need me to. I’ll make you multiple lists of what I love about you. I’ll leave you notes and texts and voicemails of just me reciting a love poem if you want me to. Because I can do those things. For you, (Y/N). So please, don’t doubt me about loving you, because I love you. So much.”

You stared at Philip for what felt like minutes when it was really mere moments. You felt your face heat up and the corners of your mouth twitch up. You felt your doubt disappear and you smiled. A true loving smile. You don’t want to doubt him anymore. As long as he’s there for you, loving you, and helping you love yourself, that’s all you need.

“You don’t have to do that, Philip.” You murmured, cupping his cheek with one hand. “As long as you’re here with me and you truly love me, then that’s all I want from you.”

Philip smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. He pulled you closer once again, letting you bury your face in the crook of his neck. He let his fingers run through your hair, murmuring sweet nothings to you, lulling you into a sweet sleep. You felt him kiss your head again before you drifted off to sleep, Philip falling asleep soon after.

Mother’s Day (Alexander Hamilton X Reader)

Key

(Y/N) = Your Name

(e/c) = Eye Color

(M/N) = Mother’s Name

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You had a love/hate relationship with your choice of a college education.

Since you were a little girl, you wanted to be a lawyer. Your mother wanted to be one but couldn’t since she had you at a young age. Your mother raised you single-handed and you never saw a woman so strong and determined. Sadly, a few weeks after you finished your sophomore year at Columbia University, she died from a heart attack. Your mother was only forty-two. It destroyed you when you heard the news. You spent half of your summer vacation sobbing your eyes out and wishing that this was just a cruel joke. Hell, you prayed that it was just a joke. But it wasn’t. Death is never a joke.

Junior Year started up a few days ago and you were a mess. You changed up your schedule so all your classes were in the afternoons and evenings. Having classes only four days a week, you spend your days off in your room sleeping, messing up your sleep schedule more than it already was.

Still, you managed to be an active member of the Hamilsquad, your group of friends since high school. In the group were the original Hamilsquad; Alexander Hamilton (group’s namesake), Johns Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, and Lafayette (Lafayette is called by his last name since his name is SO LONG). Along with the four boys were you, Angelica Schuyler and her sisters Eliza and Peggy, and Maria Reynolds. Aaron Burr was part of the group but left after he got into a heated fistfight with Alexander, almost killing Alexander in the process.

Heck, the group that was the reason you weren’t sleeping your day away right now. Angelica had invited you over for some coffee and a movie marathon, to which you happily accepted. You had just gotten out of the shower and dressed when you caught a glimpse of the calendar pinned to the corkboard on the wall.

Sunday, May 14

Mother’s Day

You froze and couldn’t breathe. You now remembered why you felt like shit and cried yourself to sleep last night. It was national ‘celebrate the woman who brought you into this unforgiving world’ day. Why was Angelica asking you to come over? Shouldn’t she be at lunch with her mother and sisters? What was the rest of the group doing today? Spending the day with their mothers? Giving their mothers gifts and making her smile? That sounds nice.

“Morning, (Y/N).”

You didn’t move a muscle as Alexander walked into the kitchenette. You had completely forgotten about your roommate. You just assumed he had left before you woke up. It was Sunday, so Alexander, being the religious man he is, would go to morning mass before returning to the dorm and getting to work on his essays for the rest of the day. You were Atheist so you didn’t join him often, only joining him once because you were bored out of your mind.

“Did you sleep well, (Y/N)?” Alexander asked, starting his usual morning small talk before leaving. When he noticed you not moving from where you stood and not speaking, he watched you with concern, walking towards you cautiously. He placed a hand on your shoulder and saw you slightly flinch but relax. You slowly turned your head and look straight at Alexander, your (e/c) eyes burning into his brown eyes. Your eyes filled with tears and they began falling, at first slowly but then they came down like a turned-on faucet. Your pale face slowly turned red and your lip quivered, soft whimpers left your mouth as you collapsed to your knees, holding yourself as you softly sobbed. Alexander kneeled in front of you and held you, your head resting on his shoulder and your arms wrapping around his torso tightly. You two stayed this way until your wailing sobs turned into soft whimpers. Alexander ran a hand through your hair as he shooshed you, rubbing your back with his other hand.

You pulled away and took in a shaky breath. Alexander pulled his hand from your hair and cupped your cheek, wiping away stray tears that still were falling. You felt his eyes on you but you stared down at the ground as your hands slowly let go of him and fall into your lap.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Alexander asked in a hushed tone. You nodded before he leads you off the floor and onto the couch, where he pulled you into an embrace, your head on his chest and he resumed running his fingers through your hair. You calm down and relax before speaking.

“It’s so surreal.” You said. “She’s been gone for only a few months and it feels like I got that phone call from my aunt yesterday. My mom loved me to death. She told me everything. Why did she tell me she had heart problems?”

“Perhaps she didn’t want you to worry about her and focus on your studies?” Alexander suggested. You couldn’t help but agree. Your mother would do something like that. She never liked others worrying about her. You inherited that stubbornness. Whenever someone asked if you were okay you’d say you were, even if you weren’t. You couldn’t count how many times you brushed your friends off like that on one hand. Especially Alexander.

Out of the eight other Hamilsquad members, you knew Alexander the longest. He was transferred to your high school freshmen year and you were assigned to be his guide for the first week he was there. You found how he over analyzed everything and his ignorance intriguing. He was a flirt but he was a sweetheart. You two became fast friends but never really hung out because he was in AP classes. But then, before the year ended, he pulled you into the Hamilsquad and you were stuck with them ever since. Alexander was your date to all of the dances you two went to, even when he was dating Eliza and Maria. Homecoming, Spring Fling, Junior Prom, Sadie Hawkins, even your own Senior Prom for most of the night. He always dragged you to dances to make sure you were having ‘a healthy amount of fun’ and to spend time with you since he can’t during the school week.

“Did you like my mom, Alex?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Alexander stiffened for a moment before relaxing. You heard him chuckle.

“(M/N) was a unique woman.” Alexander said. “She was caring and had a great sense of humor. She reminded me so much of my own mother as well. She’d tease me sometimes because of….” His voice trailed off.

You sat up and looked at Alexander with a confused look. “Tease you about what?” you asked.

Alexander pulled his hands away from you and ran a hand through his hair, his face turning red. He let out an awkward chuckle before making eye contact with you.

“In senior year, I made a confession to your mother.” He explained. “I told her that I was in love with you and asked for her permission to ask you on a date. She laughed and granted me that permission, teasing me about it every time I came over and hadn’t asked you out yet.”

You felt your face heat up and your eyes widened. Alexander liked you? He asked your mom for permission to ask you out? It was kind of old-fashioned but it was sweet.

“Are you still in love with me?” You couldn’t stop yourself from asking that question. You wanted- no needed to know if Alexander still liked you that way. To say you liked him back was an understatement. Love at first sight is the correct term to use to describe how you fell in love with Alexander Hamilton. The way his hair would be pulled in a messy ponytail and his clothes were often disheveled made you smile instantly. His rants were interesting to listen to but can be annoying at some times. His smile was contagious. His hugs made you feel at home. He was sweet, charming, respectable, funny, and can be stubborn at times but that’s what made Alexander who he is. You didn’t want him any other way.

“Being completely honest,” Alexander rubbed the back of his neck. “Yes. I still love you (Y/N). I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

Without realizing what the hell your body was doing, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. Alexander froze but almost instantly kissed back, cupping your face in his hands. Your fingers found their way to his hair and you both stayed there for a minute before pulling apart, panting. Alexander rested his forehead on yours and grinned. You couldn’t help but do the same. Your sadness and frustration melted away the moment your lips touched. Alexander always knew how to make you happy. He always makes you smile, no matter how sad you were.

“I love you, Alexander.”

“I love you too, (Y/N)”

Sleep Please (Phil Lester X Reader)

Key
(Y/N) = Your Name

(e/c) = Eye Color

(h/c) = Hair Color

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“(Y/N),” Your boyfriend of three years, Phil Lester, whined from the open doorway of your personal office. “Please come to bed, love. You can finish this in the morning.”

You didn’t move a muscle from your plush office chair and continued to type away at your laptop. Your left eye would twitch somewhat from exhaustion but would stop when you blinked. The half empty cup of coffee next to you had grown lukewarm sometime ago but you still drank it in one gulp. The room was dark but the bright glare of your laptop’s screen casted long shadows on the walls.

It was finals week at your university and your English Lit class required a 10-paragraph essay on the similarities and differences between Macbeth and Hamlet. You loved literature more than the next guy, but that love was somewhat bruised from the large homework load it came with. It was your fault for registering in such an advanced class. But you only had three weeks left until your junior year of university was completed. Thank God for that.

“In a minute, Philly.” You say as you stifled a yawn as you cracked your knuckles, rereading the half-done paragraph that you typed up. “Let me finish this paragraph and I’ll be in bed in no time.”

“You said that a half hour ago, (Y/N).” Phil’s groggily voice answered back as he walked closer to your sitting form, his footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. He stopped right behind your chair and leaned forward, resting his chin on top of your head. It was a strain to lean over the huge chair, but Phil wanted to see how far you had gotten in your essay in the past few hours.

Scanning through the typed words on the screen, Phil only saw five of the required ten completed. You had been sitting at your laptop for the past six hours, since seven in the evening. Your classes ran from eight in the morning to five-thirty in the evening. Because you live so far from the university you attended, you had to wake up at seven and not be able to come home until six-thirty. Phil would sometimes tag along for the taxi ride when he needs to take care of errands but you’d mostly commute alone. It broke his heart when Phil would see you walk into the flat with the mentally exhausted look in your beautiful (e/c) eyes. How your locks of (h/c) hair would be messy and tangled from you running your fingers through them as you struggled to concentrate. He would just want to call you in sick and sleep the day away with you. But of course, with you being headstrong and determined on your studies, Phil did not have the power to do so.

“(Y/N).” Phil spoke, his voice hard and stern, very out of character for the usual upbeat and bubbly Englishman. You shuddered but continued to type away.

But just as you clicked ‘save’ on the document, your laptop screen turned black, leaving you and Phil in a pitch black room. You pressed the power button but then realized your error. This caused you to curse under your breath.

The laptop charger.

It was still in your book bag, in your and Phil’s shared bedroom.

Phil must have read your mind because he then spun your chair around and took you into his arms, carrying you bridal style out of the dark room and down the hall to your room. You yelped in surprised because Phil was pretty skinny and looked to have no upper-body strength. But it seems you have been wronged. Phil tossed you onto the bed and flopped down next to you. He pulled the covers over the both of you and pulled you into a warm embrace, tucking his face into the crook of your neck.

“Phil~” You whined, trying to squirm out of your boyfriend’s grip. “I need to finish that paper. My professor is going to kill me!”

Phil chuckled, his breath tickling your neck. “Please get some sleep, (Y/N).” He murmured. “Even if it’s just for an hour or two. The last thing I need is you collapsing from exhaustion. I love you too much for that to happen to you.”

You couldn’t help but smile. Phil had cared about you so much. Ever since you guys became friends a year before you two became a couple. Phil Lester had a huge heart and never stopped caring, even when he was doubted. He cared about you and Dan, his best friend, so much that he even said he’d take a bullet for both of you guys. He cared so much about your mental stability and health that he’d insist on making you dinner if you were not able to. This was one of the many prospects of Phil that made you love him from the moon and back.

“Okay, Philly.” you murmured as your eyes grew heavy, sleep slowly taking over. “I love you.”

You heard a soft “I love you too.” before you drifted off.