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please don't hurt me

Y/N thought she was about to die.

An annoyed groan left her lips and she buried her head into the pillow, as if that would help blocking out the massive headache. She knew it wouldn't, but hey, trying won't hurt.

Reluctantly, Y/N peeled herself out of the messy blankets of her bed and threw on the closest shirt, some pants and then made her way out of her room, aiming for the kitchen so she could get something to drink.

The fact that she heard chatter from the kitchen didn't exactly help make her headache better. So she was glad that, when she entered the kitchen, the chatter died down. There sat Hercules and Lafayette, both holding a glass of water of their own in their hands. Peggy sat with them and looked excited at what they just had told.

"Had a good night's rest?", Hercules asked and smirked smugly at the younger Hamilton sibling, who only grumbled something inaudible to him as she grabbed a glass and filled it with water, finishing it in almost one gulp.

"She does look like she did," Lafayette stated and Peggy hummed in agreement.

Frowning, Y/N then turned to the three of them and raised a brow at them, refilling her glass as she did. She didn't speak, but her facial expression told them what she wanted to ask. What?

The three all wore the same smirk - yes, even Peggy. Then Hercules said "You might get a second glass of that when you get back to your room, John might need it."

Y/N almost dropped her glass. 

Then, she calmly set it on the counter and slowly left the kitchen, before she broke into a sprint up the stairs, down the hallway and into her room, almost slamming the door into the wall. And there he actually was.

John laid flat on his stomach, head turned to the side so he could breathe, but his face was hidden by his curls, which were all over the pillow. The blanket slowly rose and fell with his breathing. 

Y/N glanced around the room, finding his and her clothes scattered all over the floor, except for her pants and his shirt, which must mean that she had grabbed his shirt instead of hers. Well, she had been half asleep then.

Slowly, and now wide awake, she backed away out of the room and closed the door silently, making her way back down the stairs and to the kitchen.

The trio was now joined by Alex, who was just being filled in by the three about what had just happened. When Y/N stepped into the kitchen, Alex now, too, looked at her with a smug grin and wiggled his eyebrows.

Y/N then walked over to a seat that Hercules had freed for her and sat down, laying her head down on the counter. Lafayette also laid his head down on the counter and faced her while doing so, grinning as he then asked "How was your night, hm?"

Y/N groaned and turned her face in the other direction, where she met Alex's face, also laying on the counter and staring at her with that smug grin of his. Another groan came from Y/N and she covered her face with her hands, mumbling a soft "Fuck me..."

"Thats what he did," a voice all of a sudden whispered into her ear, making Y/N yelp and yank her elbow backwards into the body of whoever said that. Behind her, Hercules groaned in pain, the others beginning to laugh.

Y/N sat up and turned to glare at him, which resulted in Hercules turning around, wrapping his arms around himself and making kissy noises. The boys and Peggy laughed at Hercules' show, while Y/N threw her hands up in the air in frustration and got to her feet, heading towards the door.

She didn't get far as then a certain freckled male blocked her way by appearing in the doorway just as she wanted to head out. Y/N's eyes widened and a slight blush began to spread as she realized he stood there shirtless. But, in the end, it was only logical, since she wore his shirt.

Distant memories of last night flooded back in as she took in his muscled chest, noticing the freckles that were splattered all over his body. And as more memories came, she was sure about the all over his body part.

Her blush deepened as she and John stood there, just staring at each other. It took some effort for Y/N to pull her gaze from his chest and towards his eyes. 

"That's my shirt," John finally mumbled, his gaze still a little hazy, as if he, too, hadn't quite realized what had happened last night.

Y/N gulped and replied just as quiet "It is. Do you want it back?"

She almost would've slapped herself for that answer. Of course he would want it back, but right there wasn't the best place to give it back to him.

A small smirk spread on John's lips and he leaned down, whispering in her ear "As much as I'd probably love to, I don't want the others to see something that isn't theirs." Y/N's eyes widened and she felt something tumble deep inside of her, the blush slowly spreading onto her cheeks.

"And you look cute when you blush," John muttered, before straightening again and pushing past her carefully, heading into the kitchen to get something to drink.

Y/N blinked a few times, before shaking her head and went towards the stairs, making her way to her room so she could get dressed properly.

With every step, more and more memories of last night began to flood back in, each and every one of them making her blush more and more, until she wanted to sink into the floor and just wither their until her days were over.

After getting dressed properly, Y/N headed back down the stairs and into the kitchen, where she threw John's shirt at him and said quietly "Here, pull it on." She didn't meet his eyes.

John caught the shirt and a grin began to tug at the corners of his lips "Am I that unbearable like this?" The boy snickered as Y/N then said "Yes. Now pull it on."

John chuckled and saluted playfully, saying "Yes ma'am," before he finally pulled the shirt over his head.

Y/N knew she was damned the moment she realized she had stared at his chest one last time, before his shirt covered it for now.