(DISCONTINUED) Hamilton Oneshots {*~Requests Closed~*}

Always And Forever.

Era: Modern
Prompt: "I don't deserve to be loved."
Requested: NYANPUG55
Warning: Cutting
Guys, it's Sammy Sam.

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Y/N POV

I stared at my boss in disbelief, "Y-You can't be serious! I've worked here for years I-" "Bitch, does it look like I give a fuck?" She hissed. "You don't even have a valid reason to fire me!" I stated with a huff, crossing my arms over my head.

"I'm the Boss. I can go whatever I want. Let's see if that little boyfriend of yours still loves you after this~" she taunted with a coy smirk. "So, you could continue to be a little bitch, and whine all day.. or you could make use of yourself and die." She seethed.

(That escalated quickly!)

I gasped and ran out into the rain, I felt hot tears streaming down my face. I wiped them away and I walked home alone. Samuel wouldn't leave me, right? He doesn't love me for my money... I hope.

(Guys, he's too innocent to do something like that—) Butt the fuck out, Pepsi! (Jesoos, alright. Calm ya' tits.)

I forced a smile as I opened the door to my apartment. I found Samuel on the couch eating some Waffles (<—so precious) as he watched 'A Series Of Unfortunate Events'. My smile faded as I moved some of his hair form his face, giving his forehead a peck.

"Hiya, love. How was your day?" He grinned. "It was... something." I mumbled, "I, uh..." I glanced at my wrist. I swallowed thickly, "I'm gonna go turn in early." "Oh. Alright, G'night." He hummed.

I nodded and hurried to the bathroom. I looked in a few drawers before finding a razor. I grabbed hold of it quickly and placed it to my wrist, hesitation instantly flushed through my body.

Before I could process what was happening I felt a stinging pain on my wrist. I noticed a scarlett ooze beginning to pour. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears welled in them, giving another cut.

CUT!

One...

CUT!

Two...

CUT!

T-Three..

I placed it to my wrist again but froze when I heard a knock. "Y/N? Love? Are you alright?" "U-Uh, y-yes, Sam. I-I'm Fine!" I practically screamed the last word as I cut a deeper gash.

"Love, May I come in?" He murmured softly. I didn't respond. I didn't know how to respond. I heard a gentle knock again, snapping me out of my daze. "Love, I'm coming in." He stated. "W-Wait no!" I quickly hid the razor and my wrist behind my back.

Tears were streaming down my face from the pain, I began to feel light headed. Samuel instantly got on his knees when he saw blood on the floor, and I as well. "Y/N, why is there blood?" He whispered, tears threatening to spill.

"W-Wh-What do you mean?" I cracked a broken smile, "Let me see your wrist." He ordered. I shook my head and shyed away from
him. "Let me see it, please, Y/N." He said, locking eyes with me.

I nodded reluctantly and extended my shaky wrist. He gasped at the sight and immediately grabbed a wet rag, dabbing it over the gashes. "Y/N I don't want to lose you!" He exclaimed as a tear ran down his cheek.

"But... I-I don't deserve to be loved." I whispered, sniffing as more tears flooded my vision. I looked away from him before he cupped my chin, after finishing up my cuts.

He directed my gaze to him, his expression softening. "You deserve the world." He murmured, pulling me close and giving my temple a soft kiss that lingered. I felt my cheeks heating up, "So-So you'll l-love me, even if I don't have a job?" I asked shakily.

"Of course," he breathed out. His warm breath against my skin made me shudder. "Always and forever." He mumbled, looking down at me with a soft grin. I let out a broken, yet relived, laugh. Reaching up I connected our lips, Samuel's face went beet red as he blushed—but, he eventually melted into the kiss.

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A/N: ...Fuck. Everything dark always ends up Fluffy. Lmao.