eleanora

Meeting Albert, most famously known as Flamingo, was the best thing that has ever happened to me.

We met eachother in our freshmen year, and since then, we'd been two peas in a pod. I've known him before the cameras, before the subscribers, before even making and posting content. He's known me before I first strummed my guitar and pressed keys on a piano, before I made my first song, before my first concert.

I was so, so proud of how far he'd come, and I know that he was just as proud for me.

But as we grew to know eachother more, all the more I fell for him. Every single time I'd meet his eyes, I'd wish that he'd look back at me with love. But that was never the case.

I was busy writing my next song, strumming a few chords on my guitar. I was finally in a creative flow.

That was until my phone rang, breaking me out of it.

I groaned. I hated being brought out of my flow, especially since I rarely got to be in it. But when my eyes landed on the contact name, my hands reached my phone before I could even register anything else.

"Albert?" I said after answering the call.

"[y/n]! Hope you weren't busy," Albert chuckled nervously on the other end of the call. I could hear his keyboard clicking. Probably playing a game.

"Nope, wasn't busy." I lied, not wanting to tell him that he basically just disturbed my song-writing. "Why?"

"Just wanted to check in. How's the song you've been writing?"

"Um," I stared at the scattered sheets of paper I used to write my tentative lyrics across the keyboard infront of me. "It's coming together. I think."

The laugh from him made my heart stutter. I always loved hearing his laugh, even if he was laughing at me.

"I know that tone, [y/n/n]." I could practically hear Albert grinning. "But you can do it. You've already made many hit songs."

"Thank you, Albert." I smiled softly, my heart pounding in my chest at his words. I glanced at the papers and my guitar and sighed, knowing I had to go back to what I was doing.

"Anyway, I better continue working on the song. I'll call you later. Bye, Albert."

As I was about to end the call, his voice came urgently through my speaker.

"[y/n], wait."

I paused, finger hovering over the 'end call' button.

"Yeah?"

A few beats of silence, but I could hear his breathing.

And then:

"I miss you."

My mouth fell slightly open, cheeks warming at his words. He never really explicitly told me that he'd missed me. There were a few ocassions, most of them where when one had to travel to another state or country.

Never when we were both in the same state, just a car ride away.

"..I miss you too. I'll talk to you later." I replied before ending the call, throwing my phone to my bed.

I buried my face in my hands and let out a giddy, frustrated scream.

His words only seemed to make my feelings for him grow more, despite the fact that I have been pushing it down lately. Everyone who knew us personally always said that we were bound to be together at some point, but I pushed the thoughts back and told them that he wasn't into me.

Damn you, Albert.

I picked up my pen, the tip hovering over the paper as my thoughts drifted back to him.

He was well-known, as was I. We both have met so many people, so many fans and so many friends that it was no longer just me and him spending every single moment together.

I couldn't help but be slightly scared of the thought that maybe at some point, our lives will completely seperate.

I mean, look at him. He's gathered a fanbase of almost 15 million subscribers, and is known as one of the most famous roblox youtubers.

And I've just averaged around 2 million monthly listeners on my spotify. I've been more busy meeting the demands for more songs and presence, as was he for more videos and posts.

We've both been incredibly busy reaching our dreams, and I'm scared that at some point, we'd barely speak because of how busy we both were.

That, and another thing.

With more fame, Albert has clearly interacted with more people. More people meant more girls. More girls meant less chances that he'd feel the same way. Less chances that he'd choose to love me.

Not that he ever will, of course.

If he were to find someone that would make him happy, I'd never hold him back from that. But the idea that the chances of reciprocation were more slim than before?

My hopes were crushed.

Yeah, we were close. Undeniably close. Borderline flirting, even.

But that's just how he acted towards other people, right? I mean, look at him and Jake. If someone who had zero idea of who they were had met them, they'd surely think that Albert and Jake were a married couple.

The ridiculously obvious hints I threw at him were never caught. He never got the idea.

I was stuck being his best friend, and as much as I'd love to finally tell him how I felt, losing him was something I never want to happen.

So I settled and stayed as being his best friend.

I'd curse myself out for wondering and hoping. I know for a fact that it was better that before it started, I'd already end it.

I knew at some point we'd meet different people. Most likely end up dating different people. But what were the chances that me and him would actually get together?

But between me and Albert, the lines between friendship and romance had already blurred beyond visibility. I swore to myself that we'd never cross the lines of friendship, but each passing conversation made it harder.

"I love you."

He'd told me one night when we were doing our nightly calls.

"As a friend, of course." He chuckled right afterwards, and I remember how the hope in my chest died as quickly as it lit up.

It happened multiple times. He kept saying it like he was trying to get it engraved in my mind. That was until he stopped saying 'as a friend' every time.

I still chose to view it as friendship. I deemed it too risky to see it beyond friendship.

I breathed out a sigh and cleared my head, trying to focus on finishing the song I was going to release on June 11th.

His birthday.

•—————•

@[y/u/n]

"Prove me wrong" out now on all streaming platforms! 💖

I posted it at 12AM sharp, almost immediately garnering over thousands of likes and reposts.

I set my phone down and glanced on my screen where the spotify listening count was tallying. I smiled to myself as I watched it hit a thousand streams, the counter still rising each passing minute.

The day Albert had called me in the middle of writing the song, I completely changed the lyrics and meaning.

I was going to make another happy song like I did my whole music career, but after that phone call, I realized that maybe everyone would appreciate a change in topics.

Every song I've written always had a light meaning to it. Unexpected romance, the idea of wanting to stay together until we grew old..

But never the thought of unreciprocation.

'Yo, is she going through something??' A comment under my post read, earning a chuckle for me. I quickly replied with: "probably."

I sat in my office chair, spinning around for a few minutes until my phone rang. My heart dropped at the contact name.

"[y/n]," Albert said almost immediately after I answered your call. "I thought you were writing about some cheesy romance series you saw?"

Did Albert listen to the song already?

"Yeah, but I decided to switch it up. I couldn't get someone out of my thoughts when I continued writing the song." I admitted, throwing him a hint. Again.

"Who?" Albert questioned, and I felt my heart clench in nervousness.

"Someone." I replied vaguely, chickening out. "Um.. I don't know, a friend?"

"You've never mentioned this friend to me before, [y/n/n]."

"Never brought it up." I muttered, glancing at my stream count before returning to the conversation. "Why?"

"I don't know, I just.." Albert paused. "Don't get me wrong, I love your music, but this is a really ironic song to post on my birthday."

Shit, completely forgot about that.

"Yeah, sorry. Happy birthday, by the way." I forced a smile through my voice, heart pounding against my chest.

"Thanks.." Albert trailed off.

"[y/n], have you ever thought about how our friends would tease us for acting like a couple?"

Okay, now why was he bringing that up?

"Um, sometimes, yeah."

I lied. I thought about it everytime.

"Sorry, it's weird for me to bring it up, I know." Albert apologized.

"It's okay." I muttered, and then silence fell upon us. Neither of us made a peep, not breaking the tense silence.

That was until I finally gathered the courage.

"I've been trying to tell our friends that you're not into me," I whispered, and I swore I heard his breath hitch.

"[y/n].."

"Albert, I hope you prove me wrong."

I ended the call, knowing he finally got my message.

I collapased on my bed, burrying my face in my pillow. I immediately regretted telling him that. I felt like I just ruined years of friendship.

I rolled over, tears streaming quietly down my face as I stared up my ceiling. The streaming count had just reached 100k listens, but my mind was too clouded to celebrate.

I kept wallowing in regret and self-pity silently, but the quiet didn't last long. It was interrupted by my phone buzzing.

I looked over and saw it lit up with a notification, my heart pounding in anticipation. My fingers trembled as I reached for my phone, my eyes widening at the sight of his contact name again.

•—•

Albert 💗

I never thought you felt that way.

I'm sorry.

You

No, don't apologize for not feeling the same way.

I'm so sorry for ruining our friendship.

Albert 💗

Not feeling the same way?? Ruining our friendship??

You

yeah.

again, i'm sorry, Albert.

Albert 💗

Stop apologizing.

You

what

Why?

•—•

I jumped slightly at the sound of my ringtone, answering the call from Albert.

"I love you, [y/n]." He said almost immediately, my phone almost slipping from my hand as my mouth opened slightly in shock.

"Albert—"

"I have to finish my work," Alexander sighed, not even sparing [Y/N] a glance. He kept his eyes on what he was writing, the quill moving non-stop.

"Alexander, please," [Y/N] placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently. "Take a break. Watch this movie with me."

"[Y/N], I'd love to, but I need to get this plan through congress. I could lose my job if I don't."

"It won't hurt if you take one day off. Alex, please. If not for me, then do it for yourself." [Y/N] pleaded, but Alexander could not be swayed.

"[Y/N], my love, just enjoy the movie on your own." Alexander sighed, placing his left hand on top of the one she was using to rub his right shoulder.

"I'll make it up to you soon, I promise." He smiled reassuringly, lifting [Y/N]'s hand up to place a loving kiss on the back of her palm.

•—————•

[Y/N]'s POV

I came to watch the movie on my own. I wished Alexander could've come along, but the man was too stubborn for his own good.

I don't remember the last time he and I had properly spent time together. He's been working relentlessly, and I, who was supposed to be his wife, barely got any of his time.

It's not that I don't appreciate his efforts in his work. I just wish that he could've granted me even the littlest amount of his time. That would've been enough.

I sat down in one of the middle row seats. They turned down the lights and turned the projector on. And just as the news of the world started to begin, my heart dropped.

I saw my darling, Alexander, and my best friend, Eliza Schuyler, walk in.

Of course, I could've just mistakened strangers that looked like them. But as they neared where I sat, it became clear.

No matter how dim the lights were, it was surely my Alexander holding hands with Eliza.

I slightly sunk in my seat, not making even the smallest of sounds. They hadn't noticed, and sat right down infront of me. I tried to pay no mind, but seeing them together made my stomach churn.

When he kissed her lips, I almost died. I held back a sob, my heart plummeted in my chest. He kissed her.

My husband just kissed my best friend.

And so, in the middle of the colored cartoon, I started to cry.

•—————•

The moment the cartoon ended, I got up and exited the theatre, left unnoticed by both Alexander and Eliza. They were too immersed with each other to even notice my presence behind them during the movie. It was a pain having to go through nearly two hours seeing my husband cheat on me with my best friend.

My heart broke all over again at the sight of them exiting the theatre, laughing together as Alexander gently kissed her hand like he did with mine just before I left.

As I quickly made my way out the building, I crossed paths with Angelica, who quickly noticed my tear-stained face.

"What's wrong?" Angelica asked me with the caring tone I've always heard from her. Oh, Angelica...

How was I supposed to tell her that my husband kissed my best friend? Her sister?

I forced out a laugh, earning a concerned look from her. And so to keep from telling her a lie, I simply said:

"Sad movies make me cry."

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second attempt in writing insert reader. why is the alexander hamilton x reader blog lowkey dead hahaha... im probably just late to the party lol

thanks for reading <3

[Y/N] was the girl who lived next door to Alexander. They've known each other for 10 years, more or so. They've seen each other nearly every day, whether it was when [Y/N] came to visit to bring him a fresh batch of whatever she baked that day, or when they would cross paths every morning after their respective routines.

The more they saw each other, all the more [Y/N] fell for the older man. She made it known that she had interest in him by making her visits more frequent, and although Alexander found it endearing, he knew not to entertain the younger girl's feelings.

It wasn't hard to ignore [Y/N]'s budding feelings, as all he had to do was acknowledge it as admiration. It also helped how he was naturally drowned in work, holding a quill in his hand every waking second there was, working non-stop. But that didn't stop [Y/N] from showing him just how much she adored him.

One day, settled right on top of the freshly baked goods she had given him that morning, [Y/N] wrote him a note.

"Alexander, please say you'll wait for me. I'll grow up someday, you'll see. I'm saving all my kisses just for you.

Signed with love, forever true,

[Y/N]."

•—————•

Alexander's POV

Slowly, I read her note once more, unable to keep the frown tugging on my lips. Truly, I admire how dedicated she is into showing me how she felt. However, as endearing as it is, I can't allow her to hope further. There was not a slither of chance that she and I would ever get together.

I walked to the house next door, hesitantly knocking on the door. It swung open, and there she stood, her usual warm smile gracing her lips. Her eyes lit up when she saw me.

"Alexander," [Y/N] greeted. The sound of her voice tugged on my heart.

"[Y/N], look.. I received your note. And as much as I appreciate it, I can't be with you, no matter how long you're willing to make me wait."

"Alex—"

"No, [Y/N]. I'm not going to wait years to be with you. It's best that you give up on me." I spoke firmly, unable to look at her in the eyes any longer.

Though not meant to hurt, my words certainly came out harsher than intended.

She grew silent, and after a few fleeting moments of awkward silence, I looked up to see her tears falling like raindrops.

"[Y/N], [Y/N], please don't cry." I sighed, cupping her face and wiping away her tears.

"You'll forget me by and by. You're only fifteen, and I'm twenty-two. [Y/N], I really just can't wait for you."

•—————•

Soon after that, I quickly moved away. Washington made me his right hand man, and I was never one to throw away my shot.

I settled down quickly, and drowned myself in work. But no matter what I did, there were words that were haunting my memory.

The very words [Y/N] wrote to me.

I tried to drown away her words out of my thoughts with my work, but they were as stubborn as the girl who said them. They wouldn't leave my thoughts.

She wouldn't leave my thoughts.

"Alexander, please say you'll wait for me."

I found myself setting down my quill with a sigh and exiting my office, quickly grabbing what I deemed needed for the trip.

"I'll grow up someday, you'll see."

It's been years since I last saw her. Surely, with all the years that have passed, she has grown to be a wonderful lady. I could only hope that she still bore the same feelings for me like she did all those years ago.

"I'm saving all my kisses just for you."

She said she would wait for me, no matter how long I'll make her wait. I know it's selfish, having her wait all these years. She's waited long enough.

"Signed with love, forever true,"

"[Y/N].." I whispered.

I had to see [Y/N]. I had to explain. I need to tell her how my heart was filled with her memory.

And most importantly, I need to ask her if she would marry me.

•—————•

I ran all the way to the house next door, but everything was no longer the way they were before.

I knocked hesitantly, looking around her front porch. It was decorated differently, adorned with flowers and vines that made it more welcoming.

"Alexander..?" I heard her gasp. I looked up, and there she stood. Older, more mature, and nevertheless more beautiful. She was no longer the love-struck teen I once knew.

And so, I asked her the question that was bothering me ever since I left to see her again.

"[Y/N], will you marry me?"

Her answer was not what I had hoped for, and that day, my tears fell like raindrops at what she had to say.

"Alexander, Alexander, please don't cry," [Y/N] whispered, her thumbs wiping away my tears.

"You'll forget me by and by. It's been five years since you've been gone," she pulled away, and I was left yearning for her touch.

"Alexander, I married your best friend John."

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this is the first time i've written an insert reader HAHAHA. the last time i've written something remotely close to this was way back in 2021, so if my writing is as wonky as you find it, i'm genuinely so sorry HAHAHHAHA

Thanks for reading <3