#hamilton reader inserts

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Request from: Anon

Summary: You meet John Laurens at Alexander’s wedding.

Time Period: Modern

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When Eliza told you that she was getting married, you were ecstatic. You helped her pick out her dress, organize the tables, send out the invitations; long story short, you helped her do everything. You did have your doubts because she did only know her fiancé, Alexander, for a short period of time. However, Eliza made it extremely clear that they were both ready for this big step, and you were more than happy for her.

The wedding was scheduled to be held in December, and with all of the chaos of planning a wedding, it came very fast. Before you knew it, you were being stuffed into a limo along with Eliza and her sisters and driven off to her father’s mansion to be wed.

“Are you nervous Eliza?” Peggy chirped as she bounced in her seat.

“You have been very calm about all of this, you must be nervous!” you piped in. Eliza gave the both of you a weak smile.

“Oh, I’m totally not nervous..heh..” Angelica shot you and Peggy an icy look before turning to Eliza.

“You’re going to be fine, Eliza. You look stunning and I know Alexander will fall even more in love with you once he sees you in this dress.” You rolled your eyes.

“Is that even possible?” The four of you laughed and continued talking excitedly about the wedding. It’s too bad that not everyone was happy on this exciting day.

John Laurens, Alexander’s best friend and best man, was miserable. The love of his life was being taken away from him. Oh if only he had confessed his love sooner, this may have been him walking down the isle today.

John had loved Alexander for years. Ever since they met, John was head over heels. His smile, his laugh, his intelligence, what was there not to love? Clearly Eliza noticed this too. As John took another sip from his bottle of vodka, he heard the door to the bathroom open. Thinking fast, he placed the bottle in the shower just as Alexander peeked in.

“You ready?” he asked. “The limo is here and we reeeeeally need to get going.” John smiled at his friend fondly.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The wedding was wonderful. Angelica, who was the maid of honor, was brought to tears. Peggy was bouncing excitedly, trying not to drop the bouquet of flowers that she was holding. You were looking at Eliza warmly as she said her vows, wondering if you would ever be in her place.

Once the ceremony was over, everyone made their way to the ballroom and took their seats. Food was served, people were dancing and laughing, children running around. It was amazing. The time for people who were close with the newly weds to give their speeches came around and Angelica went first.

“A toast to the groom and the bride!” she declared loudly. “From your sister who has always been by your side.” Eliza and Alexander smiled and locked their hands together.

“I remember on my wedding night, you didn’t believe that you would ever meet someone,” Angelica continued. “And now, here you are. I am so happy for you Eliza, and no matter what I’ll always be by your side. I love you sis!” Eliza wiped a few stray tears and ran up to her sister. They hugged each other tightly before going back to their tables.

Alexander’s friend, John, went up next.

“I remember when we first met,” he smiled warmly at the memory. “We clicked immediately. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone that I could trust more than you. Congrats bud!” John walked back to his seat and took another sip of his drink. Although he was smiling brightly, you could tell that there was something wrong. However, it was not the time to dwell on that because it was your turn to go up.

“Remember that bet we made years ago that whoever got married first got 50 bucks?” you asked. “Well, guess I owe ya that.” The crowd laughed.

“Even though I’d rather keep my money in my pocket, I’m still so happy to be here with you tonight. You’ve always been by my side and I’m so glad to be able to be by your’s on your special night. Congratulations to the both of you!” You raised your glass and the crowd followed suit, cheering for the newly weds.

Alexander’s friends Lafayette and Hercules went up next, rambling about the time Alexander was drunkly screaming “Join me in my revolution!” at some bar one time. You didn’t stay for the rest of the story because you decided to follow John. He was stumbling away to only God knows where.

“John!” you called. “Wait up!” John ignored you and continued to stumble through the hall and out the door. You picked up your speed and followed him out of the door just in time to grab him before he fell down the stairs to that led up to the front door.

You gently pulled him down so that he could sit and looked up him, concern in your eyes.

“Are you alright?” John looked at you and gave you a cheesy smile.

“Yup!” he giggled. You caught a whiff of his breath and gasped. He was drunk. No wonder he was acting so oddly.

“No John, you’re not,” you sighed. “I’ll take you home, do you know your address?”

“69 Hamilton Sexy Pants Avenue,” he answered, ending his sentence with a hiccup. You facepalmed.

“That’s not an address John.”

“It is too!”

“It’s not!”

“Is too!” he pouted and crossed his arms. You wanted to go back inside and ask Alex for John’s address, but you were scared that you’d ruin his and Eliza’s special night. So you decided that you would take him to your place, what’s the worse that could happen?

*45 minutes later*

“JOHN GET BACK HERE!” John stuck his tongue out at you and ran into your room. You sighed and followed him. Once you were in your room, you caught him trying to get under your bed.

After another twenty minutes of you chasing him around, you managed to drag him into your living room and tuck him in on your couch.

“Finally..” you muttered as you ambled into your room and face planted into your bed. You let out a content sigh as you snuggled into your bed. Just as you were about to fall asleep, you felt the bed shift and two arms wrap around you.

“IGKFJSKSK, JOHN!” you screeched.

“What?” he yawned. “The couch is uncomfortable.”

“Well-“ you were cut off by a loud snore. “Ugh, really?” You tried to get out of his grasp, but he only pulled you closer. You groaned. It was going to be a long night.