#hamitlon x reader

Of course Alexander was also working on an essay, when wasn’t he? You noted how his typing was more aggressive than normal, his shoulders tensed and hair a mangled mess; you knew he had a bad day, mostly due to a confrontation with Jefferson. You and the boys were down to cheer him up but he brushed all of you off and said he needed to get some work done, it wasn’t the first time he’d done that of course. The normal plan of action would have been put into place if it weren’t for the fact that you, also, needed to get some work done. You promised the boys you’d bring yourself and Alex to bed before ten at least, but, glancing down at your laptop you saw it was eleven thirty. Sighing you knew the boys were probably in bed waiting for the both of you, your fingers twitched, ready to start writing again; determined to finish this stupid essay and be done with it. But the thought of your boys being disappointed yet not surprised about yours and Alex’s absence made your heart ache a little, shaking your head you decided you would find a way to finish it tomorrow before it was due. Your boys came first and you could tell Alex needed a break. You save your work and then close your laptop, setting it on the ground beside you before standing and stretching; hearing a satisfying pop you relax your limbs and make your way to Alex. “Hun, it’s nearly twelve, let’s go to bed yeah?” You hum sleepily, only now realises how tired you were. Alexander sighs and runs his hands through his hair, you know by this he’s ready to argue. “(Y/n) I can’t right now, I really have to finish this. I’ll come to bed soon you go—“ You rolled your eyes and cut him off by turning his head and placing a soft, sweet kiss to his lips. You pulled away slowly and rested your forehead against his, stroking his cheek with your thumb; he leaned into your touch with content sigh. “Alex, you’re exhausted. It can wait for tomorrow, you know you’ll be able to finish it in time you always do. Come to bed,” You coaxed him gently, lightly tugging him out of his chair; he sighed at this but gave in. After saving his work he let you lead him down the hall to your bedroom, the rest of the boys cuddled up to each other and already sleeping peacefully. You and Alexander smile adoringly at the sight, John in the middle of Hercules and Lafayette, his head buried in Herc’s neck; both of the taller men’s arms wrapped securely around him. You grinned at Alex as if saying, ‘look at our cute boyfriends we are so blessed,’ and he chuckled placing a soft kiss to your temple. You both manage to slip into bed without waking the boys up and you gently wrapped your arms around Lafayette’s waist, Alex cuddling into your back and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “Goodnight Alex,” You whisper softly, feeling Alex smile tiredly into your neck. “Goodnight (Y/n), Sweet dreams my love.” Alex murmured back sweetly, you smile and feel yourself drifting to sleep when— “It’s eleven thirty-five (Y/n), I said ten.” You couldn’t help but giggle as the tired voice of Hercules met your ears, Alex chuckled along with you. Hercules had always been a light sleeper, much to your disadvantage. It made midnight snacks harder then they had to be. “Well at least they made it to bed this time,” John added tiredly, you felt Alex sigh behind you. “Sorry, lost track of time, go back to sleep okay?” You hum peeking over Lafayette’s frame to meet john and Herc’s half-lidded gazes. You squealed eternally at how cute their expressions were. At this point Laf stirred awake and yawned tiredly, you felt kind of bad for waking them up. Laf rolled onto his stomach and pulled you to his chest, muttering incoherent French before seemingly falling asleep again. John snickers lightly at Lafs actions before rolling over and snuggling up to his other side, leaning over to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. Herc cuddling closer and wrapping his arms around Johns waist, Alex doing the same to you. “Y’all need to stop comin’ to bed so late, s’bad for you,” John slurred tiredly. “And don’t give us the whole, ‘i can’t help it’ speech either; we’re gonna get you into a proper sleeping schedule if it kills us.” Herc added with firm tone. You smiled at that, your boys, always so determined. “Okay, okay. You can scold (Y/n) and I tomorrow about our unhealthy sleeping schedules, let’s just go to sleep before I decide to go back to my essay.” Alex says from behind you. Soft laughter fills the room and dies down quickly. “Goodnight you knuckleheads.” Herc coos lovingly. You John murmur sleepy replies, Alex tightening his hold on you and mumbling; “Goodnight my loves, sweet dreams.” before peaceful silence fills the room; your eyes close and you feel yourself drift off to sleep. You did have sweet dreams, but no dream could ever compare to the one you were living with your boys.