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flowerboymoongirl · 5 years ago

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What are the Odds? 2.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom Holland accidentally adds you to his friends list, and when you hit him up about about it you think that’s gonna be the end of that. Simple. But Tom does the complete opposite. Let the social media flirting begin.

Warnings: some cursing, bad flirting, annoying brothers.

Word count: 2898

A/N: Thought this chapter was long but once I finished it I felt like it wasn’t, so be prepared for longer chapters, which I hope ya’ll are ok with lol. I have a lot of details in my mind for their specific dynamic together along with relationships of the other characters so im glad ill be able to put most of those details into the upcoming chapters. enjoy.

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So about the whole, ‘I’m gonna tell him’ thing you told the roomies.

That... is easier said than done. Watching a celebrity’s private social media page is wrong, but also really interesting. Like those “CELEBRITIES! THEY’RE JUST LIKE US!” articles in those trashy magazines that you use to skim through at the grocery store while your mom did her shopping. Most days, Tom posted what you would deem ‘normal people activities.’ Him walking his dog in the morning. Him having a beer with who you assumed were his roommates. Him leaving his clean laundry on a chair in his room for a few days and then posting about his guilt for doing it. We’ve all been there. But then, he would also post things that you were sure was on the invasion of privacy range you were crossing. He had posted going out to restaurants or clubs that were super exclusive a few times, him drinking with his friends which lead to drunk Instagram stories, (once again, we’ve all been there) or he’d post gym selfies or his outfit of the day, which like, how were you suppose to deny yourself that?

But overall, he seemed like he tried to live as normal a life as possible, and was pretty down to earth for the most part. Which made you feel bad for being so nosey in his life. He obviously wanted privacy, and here you were watching all of his private stories meant for his friends and family. You could practically hear Zoë telling you how you should’ve figured out how to unlink yourself from that list two weeks ago when she told you to. It was exhausting sometimes how often Zoë was right.

Which lead you to finally telling yourself that the next time he posted something you would message him about the mixup and then carry on with your life like you weren’t bummed to not be able to watch Spider-Man’s day to day activities. You needed to get a better hobby.

“Earth to y/n, are you in there??“ Kevin said as he waved his hand infront of your face.

“Isn’t it time for you to go to work? I thought maybe you fell asleep at the dining table for again, until I noticed your eyes were open.” You glanced at the clock. 3:30am. Waking up for the 4am opening shift for work was the worst.

“Uh, yeah. I was totally spacing, guess I’m still just tired.” You said while you grabbed your jacket and keys.

“Don’t fall asleep on the way to work please?” He said while we followed you to the door to lock it.

“I won’t, don’t worry Kev.”

“Alright, later boooo”

You gave Kevin a smile and a wave and walked down the hall to the elevator to get to your car. You were lucky you didn’t live far from the bakery and your coworkers didn’t ever mind if you were late, they all understood that while whole morning shift was the shift to have, it could be hard getting up in the morning. Your drive to work was quick since there was no traffic that early in the morning and when you parked you saw your coworkers getting out of their cars as well. Perfect timing. You said your hellos to the group as you all walked inside and walked to your stations to start the day. You all shared the big back room of the bakery but all had your own little corners with your things. Your corner you had just started to decorate and you had really started to feel like it was your own cute little corner. You had a dozen random colored aprons from your friends/family that you worked in hung up nicely on the walls, a few pictures of you and the roommates on your summer trip to Rosario last summer, love notes left from Theo and Zoë when they came in and you couldn’t go out to make them their coffees because the back was crazy. It still could use a couple more pictures to fill the space but at the moment it was cute enough for you. You smiled while you put your keys and your purse into your locker underneath it and pulled out your phone to put into your apron when you decided a quick look through your social media’s before starting the shift would be needed.

Theo had already sent you posts to look at on insta and it seemed like Kevin had mentioned you on twitter before he went to bed when you left. You opened your Instagram after you tied your apron on and low and behold, Tom was on the top of the page. he had the newest Instagram story of everyone you followed.

Guess we’re doing this early, you though in your head. You sighed while you clicked the profile and thought about how you were gonna message him and not seem weird. Hopefully it wasnt a gym selfie or a shirtless picture because that would be too awkward to follow with a message. Hey, I noticed you aren’t wearing a shirt and that I do not know you. Hope you’re doing well.

But it wasn’t a shirtless selfie. He had posted a picture of a very sad looking round of dough in a bowl. “Attempt #3 to this whole baking thing, my pizza dough doesn’t seem to be rising 🤨” he had written underneath it. You clicked to the next slide. Same sad looking round of dough.

“Been two hours, and not any growth. Someone help me 😐” was written in red. Homie was basically begging for your help. This was also a way to sneak in the “hey I dunno you but you added me, no problem to I’ll just let myself out haha🙂” that you were looking for. Realistically, this was your opening for you to casually let the guy know the mistake and roll out looking like a normal human being and help him make pizza. Foolproof. You hit the message button and began to type.

Hey. I think you added me to your close friends list on accident? While I do know how to to make a mean pizza, not sure we know eachother irl haha. As for your dough, if you added yeast to your dough and it’s still not rising, your yeast might be dead 😕 could be expired yeast, or the water you used for the recipe was too hot and killed the yeast. just switch out to warm water instead if that’s the case. Hope It helps!

After reading it a couple times and deciding it didn’t sound too cringe, you sent it.

“There. I did it. Back to our regularly scheduled program.” You told yourself and started your morning setup for the day. As you started to get into the groove of the day time seemed to have a mind of its own and before you knew it, it was time for your lunch break. You were ready for a break after running from the front and back of the house continuously to help with customer service and coffees when needed, and then running back to finish off baking your breakfast items for the day. You had left a water bottle and some leftovers from dinner the day before in the communal lunchrooms fridge and had made your way to the back to get it. Fishing out your phone from your pocket, the screen illuminated and you noticed some notifications pop up. The roommate group text had left a whopping 12 text messages, the apartment had awakened you joked to yourself. Some snapchats from friends and from an ex-boyfriend you weren’t sure you even wanted to open, notifs that your tweet was retweeted a couple times, 2 message notifications from TomHoll-

“OH SHIT!” You yelled as you dropped your food container and almost your phone on the ground. He wrote back. HE WROTE BACK HE WROTE BACK HE WROTE BACK. TWICE?! WHY TWICE?! You wanted to hide, but why it’s not like he could see you through the screen. Why did you out yourself again?! What was the reason you snitched in yourself?! From the notifications details it had looked like he had written you once two hours ago and then another time 46 minutes ago. You wanted to open it but you also wanted to log off of Instagram forever and pretend you weren’t who you were. You screenshotted your notifications just as evidence for yourself that this was really happening and then decided to quit being such a wimp and open the damn messages. There was a green dot on the bottom of his profile picture before you opened his messages. He’s online right now. Great. Totally awesome. He probably sees I’m online too. I’m fucked, you thought in your head. You opened the message convo.

Hey, totally sorry about that, my brother must have added you when he started the group for me, hope my random stories didn’t bother you too much 😅 and thanks for the tips, think it could have been that the water I added was much too hot, maybe fourth times the charm haha. x

and the last message

started over (again) on my dough and added warm (not hot) water instead like you said and I think she’s alive! She seems a bit dry in the bowl but she is growing, so thanks again. I just may have a veggie supreme pizza in my future 😊 x

You were shook. Okay he was a normal person, you knew that. But to write you twice and thank you? And to be so casual about it even though he totally didn’t know you. He was super nice about it and then thanked you like you weren’t snooping on his life for the last 3 weeks. He was much too nice, and he wrote back twice to update you, it seemed rude to not write back now. You double tapped the last message and decided to just keep it to the pizza at hand and keep it short and sweet. Play it COOOL BITCH!

No worries, thought I’d let ya know. You can punch down the dough and spray it with a mist of water, should bring her back to life. Longer you let it proof the more flavor it’ll have, so don’t worry about deflating it. Do put a wet rag over the bowl to help keep your dough moist though, it’ll help it grow if the towel if warm too btw. I wish you luck in getting that (pizza) bread 🍕🍞

“Get that pizza bread? Ugh, why am I like this?” You said as you contemplated telling your roommates. Last time you told them about it they totally did a 180 on what you thought they would say, so maybe this time you should just keep this weird bread conversation with a well known actor to yourself. This was probably the end of it anyways, he’d finish his pizza and go back to not knowing who you were. Though you did worry about if he had sneaked a look at your page when he got your message and seen all of your posts, that you were highly critical of at the moment. A lot of questionable posts now that you though about it. If you were him, you would have clicked on the page almost immediately to get a look at the person snooping on your life.

When he first got the message he was confused as to who it would be, he didn’t recognize the photo or the username. And then he read the message and realized he didn’t recognize it because he did not know this girl.

“Harry you absolute div.” he muttered to himself while he jumped onto her page. Harry had told him he’d make him a close friends list like he had for his page since Tom wasn’t that great at Instagram, and in the process he seemed to have added this girl on accident. He had hoped she wasn’t someone shady and he thought back to some of the things he had recently posted and cringed. There was no new gossip or media info as of late leaking about him in the tabloids so it seemed like this girl didn’t run to press with all of his private stories. He had been drunk one too many times on that close friends group that she could have easily screen recorded and sent out to daily mail or whatever shit tabloid would pay for it.

He scrolled down to look at her pictures.

Cute girl.

American girl, a California girl to be exact. Not LA but San Diego. LA girls were a different breed and a no-no in his experience but this girl wasn’t a LA girl. Her pictures were too casual for that. Picture of her and her friends at a bar, picture of her and her dog walking on the beach, picture of her at what looked to be her job;a bakery. A mirror picture in some badly lighted bar restroom with a friend, both with smiles on their faces and a drink in their hands. She was wearing a a yellow floral wrap summer dress with a pair of wayfarer styled reading glasses. Even in the dingy mirror and the bad bar bathroom lighting she was attractive and seemed laid back. He had already written back to her to say sorry but now here he was on her page looking at her pictures, hoping he didn’t accidentally double tap anything. He had remade his pizza dough the way she suggested and now it was growing, surely it wouldn’t be bad if he wrote to her once more to let her know it worked? He sent another message and tried to work on some emails his publicist had begged him to look into while he messaged Harry on Instagram.

You added a random girl on my close friends list ya div. poor girls probably seen me drunk atleast a handful of times. 😑

Harry immediately typed back.

...but is she cute bruv? send me the username if so, your chance is ruined but I could make a move 👀

He ran a hand through his hair and thought of all the ways to insult his younger brother when the alert of another message came in. She had written back with a corny ‘get that bread joke’ with the emoji and all. He smiled and double tapped her reply. She had a cute personality. He went back to his drying out dough and reworked it as said and followed her instructions once again. He was feeling bold, so he decided to write her again.

Honestly, what would I have done without you today? You saved me with your baking skills and for that I am eternally grateful. Will possibly send you a picture of the final pizza pie once Its finished. 👨🏻‍🍳 x

It immediately had the words ‘seen’ written underneath his message and his eyes widened. She double tapped the message and was writing back, so he quickly jumped out of the message. He didn’t want her to know he was sitting there waiting for a response to his bad lowkey flirting, that would just be embarrassing. Maybe it wasn’t so bad though, that his dumb little brother had accidentally added her, he had thought to himself as her message appeared.

Sounds good Gordon. Or Mr.Ramsey, my apologies.

He smiled when he read the message and you yourself had a smile on your face after sending it. Very cheeky, you thought. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself about the situation you had just put yourself in. You just had a message conversation with Tom and you actually kept your chill and didn’t make that much of a fool of yourself. He probably couldn’t even tell you were having a mental breakdown from him writing to you. As you got back into the groove of work it seemed as though the rest of your work shift went by just as quick as the beginning of the day from how busy the bakery had been, and now you had just cleaned up and hopped back into your car to go home. Theo had texted you asking what you wanted for dinner and you had just texted him back when you got an another message alert from your phone. It was a picture. It was his finished produced, all baked and pretty, veggie supreme like he had said. It looked as though he has even brushed the crust with olive oil, bonus points for that.

“The finished product, tastes as good as she looks 🍕🤤” he had sent to you. Just you. Tastes....as good as she looks.....LOL.

“You could say that again Spidey.” You said while you put your seatbelt on and turned on your car. You liked the picture and saw he had yet another story on his page. You clicked it. It was a boomerang of him pulling a slice from the whole pie to bring to his mouth, a picture worthy melty cheese stretch and all combined with him looking just as good as the pizza. “Call me Gordon👨🏻‍🍳🍕” it was captioned. It was posted on his close friends list this time and you couldn’t help but notice, you were still on that list.

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musical-miranda · 8 years ago

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The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 10) (Smut)

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pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: smut, cheating, lil bit of angst, 1920s slang(??), my portrayal of a 1920s burn, lots of fluff

words: 6660 (im so sorry for so many reasons yall)

a/n: Alternatively titled: Poor Anthony™

hi guys i swear i still write stuff! it’s just been a crazy last month, but I’ve finally finished this part! I’m so sorry it took so long, I feel kinda bad about it, but I hope it was worth the wait!

I figured out the only bright side to burning my arm this past week and treating it at home; firsthand research and experience for TMM! I learned more in 2 days than the 2 weeks I had spent researching the topic.

Thank you to @psychedemigod for keeping me company while I was writing a lot of this and helping out here and there, and thank you to @secretschuylersister for being so supportive and reading it over, leaving much-appreciated commentary.

If you want to be tagged in the next parts, just shoot me an ask! I absolutely love to hear feedback from anybody and everybody, I can’t begin to express how much it means to me.

tags: @isis278 @21phantasticromances @dvddggs @l-nmanuel@bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution @hell-yes-puns-and-ships @accidentally-impeccable @paintingpetrichors

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part eight part nine

SLANG TRANSLATIONS:

Barneymugging — Lovemaking

Now you're on the trolley! — Now you've got it!

Slimp—Cheapskate or “one-way guy”.

“Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he had moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.” -F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Daveed! Stay still!” You let out a soft laugh, tightening your grip on Daveed’s arm slightly to keep it in place as he moved it around, preventing you from dousing the burn in lavender oil.

It was your fifth day home from the hospital and the eighth day since the accident, and frankly, Daveed’s burn was not doing terribly well. He had developed a mild infection just a couple days after the fire so you were informed to treat it with the finest of essential oils.

Every morning, you poured enough oil on the injury to cover it, and it always had your husband writing in pain for a few moments. The pain seemed to subside only moments later, but it was enough to keep him dreadful of the treatment.

Once the oil had dried, you were to wrap the entire arm in a bandage wrap to keep it from outside toxins that could be harmful. However, Daveed was a bit irritable after the initial pain of the lavender, so he always argued the most trivial things.

“You aren’t doing it right!” He protested while trying to grab the bandage from your hand.

“I have been doing this two times a day for eight days, five of those days at home on my own. For the last time, I think I know how to change your bandages.”

“Mary taught me how to change the bandages as well, darling. It must be done left to right and bottom to top.”

“What are you talking about? I have been doing it top to bottom and right to left since the very first time.” You tied the end of the bandage once it was wrapped around his arm snugly. “I reckon it doesn’t much matter anyhow. Let’s continue to wrap it this way, alright dear?”

Although Daveed’s face scrunched up at your suggestion, he kept his arm relaxed in your hold. “If you insist.”

“I do.” You leaned in to press your lips to his cheek briefly and let out a laugh. “You can have your arm back now.”

He squirmed around for a second before turning some knobs on the radio nearby, tuning into the local station. “Have we got any plans for the day?”

After passing the extra bandages and bottle of oil over to a servant, you propped your legs on the ottoman by your couch, positioned to face Daveed. “Well, Anthony invited me to tea this afternoon, so I reckon Ferdie will drive me to his cottage in West Egg rather soon here.”

Daveed ran his long fingers up and down your arm absently as you spoke, a tactic he typically used to relieve you from stress, and it never ceased to do just that. “Just tea? No funny business?”

“No funny business, I’m hoping. Frankly, I’m growing tired of such games.” The smile you flashed your husband had nervous undertones that you hoped he wouldn’t notice. Not because you knew something he didn’t, but due to the simple fact that he now knew almost exactly as much as you did.

Anthony had asked you to come to tea alone, which did seem like a reasonable request to you, but if Daveed knew that information and that Anthony refused to divulge any details of your tea aside from time and place, he would insist on joining you, on account of something feeling just a bit off. The risk felt far too significant to let any details, or lack thereof, slip.

“You let me know if any of that craziness ensues and I’ll be sure--”

“Darling,” you interrupted. “I’ll be alright, trust me. It’s only tea with my cousin, I’ll be home before you even know I left.”

“I trust you both. I just worry about you, you know.”

“Don’t. If anyone should worry, it’s me for you. I haven’t yet left your side since you set yourself on fire. Will you be alright for a few hours?”

“I’ll be quite alright, dear. Truly, I don’t require as much care as you believe. All I’ve to do today is change the bandage before bed. Simple. I’ll even wrap it your way to keep you satisfied.”

You couldn’t help your soft chuckle at his words as you leaned into his gentle, assuring touches. “You should rest while I’m gone. Heaven knows you aren’t getting near enough.”

“It’s merely half past two!”

“Your sleep has been restless all week, Daveed. I expect you to be asleep when I arrive home.”

His grumbling protests only lasted a few seconds before your sharp glare cut them off and he sighed in submission. “I suppose.”

“Thank you. Now, I must get ready. Otherwise, I’ll be late for tea.”

“Well, go on, now, I don’t want to hold you back!”

You pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before turning to walk towards your bedroom, calling back to him, “Well, don’t sound so anxious to get rid of me, deary!”

A subsequent laugh rang out from behind you, causing a smile to tug at your own lips as you shuffled through your large closet.

You shifted through several dresses of different styles and colors before settling on a salmon colored dress with matching faux rose petals hanging off as decoration. It had a halter neck, though it appeared strapless since the top half was a sheer chiffon that was hardly notable. The waist on it was a fitted ribbon that tied in the back, rather than your typical front-tie dress, and the skirt flared out slightly until it stopped right at your knee.

Mumbling various ideas to yourself, you found a few casual accessories to pair with the dress, then began changing from your beige colored day outfit. As you accessorized your outfit, you hung a brand new pair of rose-gold earrings from your ears and slipped a matching Cartier Trinity Ring onto your right ring finger. You also clipped a diamond studded headpiece into your hair to hold it out of your face all evening.

After looking through your ever-growing collection of bracelets, you decided on a four strand set of pearls for one wrist and a diamond cuff for the other, both of which rested atop your white, fishnetted gloves, each held in place with a ribbon tied in a bow.

Once you applied a light pink lipstick, pulled a white fur cardigan over your shoulders, and slipped on beige heels, you were finally ready to walk out the door. “Ferdie! Ferdie, I’m all ready to leave for Anthony’s house,” you called out across the mansion, hoping your driver would locate you quickly.

“You know, Daveed... If you rest now, you’ll hardly even notice I’m gone.” Your voice was a bit teasing as you spoke to him, but he responded with soft laughter, standing up to give you a quick good-bye kiss.

“I suppose we’ll just have to see, Y/N. Enjoy yourself. Tell Anthony I say hi, won’t you? I ought to take him to The Yale Club for lunch some time.”

You returned the peck to his lips. “Of course, dear. I’ll be sure to let him know.”

When you arrived at Anthony’s little cottage amongst the mansions just thirty minutes later, rain was pouring down as thunder roared in the distance, puddles forming on the ground where you would usually step out of the car. Thankfully, Ferdie had pulled right up to the stepping stones that brought you to your cousins front door, so that was the path you took with your driver's umbrella overhead.

Before you even got the chance to knock, Anthony was greeting you outside of the door in a green sweater vest and red striped bowtie. This immediately put a smile on your face. “Now, why did I have to come alone, my dearest one?” You raised a curious eyebrow at him.

“Send away your driver before I show you.” His expression was just as mysterious as your own, though his wide smile was a bit crooked.

“Ferdie! Come back in an hour!” You waved the driver off and immediately turned your attention back to the man leading you inside, a coy smile toying on your lips now. “What, are you in love with me, deary?”

Unfortunately for you, your cousin knew better than to play these games with you because they always seemed to land him in awkward situations. Your coy remark was just met with laughter and an eye roll.

“Well? Are we going to have tea, or will we just stand around here lamely?”

“I’ll make the tea and meet you in the sitting room, how’s that sound?”

“Splendid.” You flashed a grin then made your way to the sitting room where you were greeted by hundreds of flowers. Orchids, to be exact, which had always been your favorite, and they were in a variety of colors.

The largest of the bouquets were a combination of white and pale green orchids, and those displays occupied more than half of the entire room. However, a couple smaller bouquets consisted solely of light pink orchids with a yellow lip and creamy undertones.

Upon closer inspection, you saw an array of brightly colored macarons, two-inch strawberry cake squares, and a few other small desserts, sitting on the coffee table. This piqued your curiosity.

Anthony had never been one for making casual events extravagant, but maybe that had changed. Perhaps it was your birthday and you simply forgot. A whirlwind of ideas whipped through your mind.

“Oh, it’s absolutely beautiful! What's the occasion, my dearest?”

You grazed your fingers across the soft petals of several flowers as you explored the small room, again lost deep in thought by the time he had entered the room. You expected an answer to tear you from your thoughts but instead, it was Anthony brushing past you to look into his back yard.

His expression was bewildered, though probably not to the same degree as your own, but that wasn't the point. Quickly flicking his head over his shoulder, he rushed around the small room as if something important was missing. There most certainly was some funny business going on at this meet-up; not a single word had left his mouth since he wandered into the kitchen for tea.

Suddenly, the doorbell ring filled the entire cottage and Anthony rushed to answer it. As you examined the flower bouquets closely, you heard hushed arguing between two people in the next room. Their tones were rather rushed and frantic, but when you peered towards the doorway, the other frame was hidden.

You went back to admiring the flowers. They were extremely high-quality orchids, something only sold by the best florists in New York or grown in personal hothouses by the wealthy. However, Anthony didn’t have money like that at his disposal. Even though he came from a wealthy family, he lived in a shack at $80 a month and worked in the stock market business.

In fact, only one person stuck out in your mind, and that was… No, it couldn’t be. You twirled around on your feet to take another glance at the men in the doorway, but the answer you had been avoiding was standing four feet from you in a white suit.

None other than Lin-Manuel Miranda, the man who hadn’t reached out to you in over a week, not even to apologize for his behavior, stood before you. One hand was stuffed in the left pocket of his pant pocket, thumb hooked into the belt band as water dripped off of him slowly. He was frozen in place for a few moments before he straightened out his gold bowtie and powder blue vest, staring at the ground with his mouth agape.

Taking in a sharp breath, you finally found a few words to squeak out with two raised eyebrows. “Well? Are you going to speak?”

“I-I... Ho-How are you, darling?” The man stumbled on his words nervously, tapping his fingers against his leg, and he finally managed to turn his gaze to meet your eyes.

You quickly turned your eyes away and hesitantly moved to Anthony’s sofa, tucking your legs underneath your body as you sat. “My husband set himself on fire last week.”

Lin appeared quite taken aback by this, if the way his eyes went wide was anything to judge by, so you quickly deducted that the information hadn’t been relayed to him. “I’m-I’m sorry, what?”

“Not purposefully, no; he was making breakfast for me. The morning after he shared that he is in love with me.” You looked at him briefly before chuckling bitterly. “Why, that was the same evening you betrayed my trust.”

“I didn’t-” He was quick to defend himself, but realized just as quickly that it would get him nowhere.

“What are you here for, Lin?”

Once again, he was frozen. Your patience was wearing thin.

“I could just leave.”

“I-I’m sorry. I asked Anthony to set this up in order to apologize. I feel terrible for last week, darling, you must believe me. I treated you terribly.”

“Well, lucky for you, I made up with Daveed. As a matter of fact, this is the first I’ve been away from him since that night. You, on the other hand? You didn’t even call once, Lin.”

“I relayed a message through Anthony. I've been informed not to call your home, have I not?”

“That rule is of no use now that my husband knows we’ve been barney-mugging,” You pointed out blatantly, watching a blush flush across Lin’s face.

When no response came from him, you called out for Anthony. “My dearest, could you bring the tea here?”

His head immediately popped through the doorway, curls bouncing just a bit as he brought over a tray with a teapot, three teacups, lemon slices, and sugar cubes. “Sugar or lemon for either of you?” He filled up the teacups and passed one to you and Lin, dropping a sugar cube into his own.

“No.” Lin took a sip of his tea.

“I’m alright, but thank you, darling.”

Anthony just nodded once with an awkward, forced smile on his face, and he took the seat across from you.

“You never answered my question.” Lin was up and walking around while you sat on the edge of a stiff chair, gaze glued to the table before you. He found his way to the mantel which he leaned against, and if it weren’t for his trembling voice, you would think he was perfectly at ease. He was not.

You opened your mouth to speak but the mantelpiece clock he was leaning against tilted dangerously away from its proper location. Lin didn’t realize this until the clock was already falling, though he was able to reach up and fumble it around in the air to prevent it from shattering on the wood flooring. Luckily, he was able to grab hold of it with trembling fingers soon after, placing it back on the mantel where it belonged, jamming the top piece back in harshly until it fit.

Once Lin took a seat next to Anthony, he spoke again. “I’m sorry about the clock. I’ll send someone to fix it tomorrow morning.”

It seemed that Anthony didn’t expect the conversation to include him, so his expression was blank and cheeks red before he could manage proper words. “It’s an old clock.”

“Very lovely, though!” You chimed in, reaching to give his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Lovely, indeed.” Lin’s words lingered in the air for a few tense minutes.

Nobody else attempted to break the silence, so you decided to finally answer Lin’s question after the silence had become unbearable. “I have been very well, Lin. Worried. Not only for my husband but you as well.”

“Is that so?”

“Well, when you’ve not spoken to me in eight days, what else am I to do?”

Lin pursed his lips. “Look, dear, I'm very sorry. I made a terrible mistake, and I understand why you're displeased with me. I realize I should have consulted with you before saying anything unplanned, seeing as your entire marriage was on the line.”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to suppress the smirk teasing across your face. “Oh, now you're on the trolley! Go on now, Lin, I'd just love to hear more on your great mistake.”

“Of course you would,” he muttered under his breath and you could hear his eye roll without looking to the man. “I spoke in an unacceptable, unjustifiable manner. To make such personal remarks regarding a relationship I know nothing of? That makes me no better than an every day slimp.”

You tried your best to hide the amusement threatening to take over your expression, but let out a soft giggle when that become far too much effort. “Where did you learn the word slimp, darling?”

“I picked up a copy of Flapper at the newsstand just last week; it made me think of you. As I was flipping through the pages, I saw an article entitled A Flapper’s Dictionary. Well, it made me think of you, and I thought that…”

Although Lin trailed off as if he’d lost his train of thought, you had a strong feeling you knew what would have come next. He assumed knowing more words relevant to you would give him an edge on your fairly traditional husband.

That assumption would be correct, though you’d never admit it to his face.

“You picked up a magazine called Flapper on a streetcorner, on account of it reminding you of myself?”

“I-Well, yes. But! See, now I know just what flappers are all about! I feel as if I understand you much better now; the short skirts, shorter hair, rolled down socks, and by golly, your independence. It’s no wonder you’ve grown tired of your husband.”

“It seems maybe you should become a flapper as well,” you teased the man and laughed fondly as a deep pink color flushed his cheeks, his gaze dropping to the ground.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Anthony moving about in his seat anxiously, clearly no longer interested in his tea. He appeared about ready to burst from discomfort, but he was a fantastic host, not interrupting once and filling the tea cups as needed.

When he finally found a silent moment, Anthony rose from his seat and cleared his throat. “I should really get going now. I won't wander too far, should you happen to need me.”

Lin’s head whipped around at the words with a bit of worry in his eyes, looking at Anthony. “Where are you going?”

“I'm not exactly certain. I've got some errands to sort out, some gardening to work on, maybe even a book to read. I'll find something to do.” His voice was hurried, and it was evident that he desperately wanted to get out of the awkward situation. He so often found himself stuck in the worse scenarios without a real place in conversation and he was finally starting to take the initiative to avoid such events.

“Go on deary, and don't forget your coat. It may be warm, but you see that weather, now don't you?” Your eyes crinkled up at the corners in a smile when Anthony started scurrying away, making sure to grab his tan trench coat on the way out.

When Anthony had exited the house and left you and Lin alone, an awkward silence lingered in the air with tension you could slice with a knife. Lin’s fingers tapped on the table, giving him something to do, no matter how annoying it was to you. Though in his defense, he probably didn't realize it was annoying you in the first place.

You were the one to break the silence. “I've missed you,” you admitted softly with a quivering voice. “I know it's only been a week, but I desperately need you in my life. As much as possible.”

“I miss you every time we’re apart, darling. You’re my entire world. You should know that.” Lin’s voice was unwavering in the same way his love for you was unwavering and able to get through any rough patch. He was slow and cautious as his hand reached forward to rest on your own, gently entangling your fingers together, causing a more secure smile to tug at your lips.

“I know.” Your voice was but a whisper as his face moved gradually closer to yours, his cold hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “I love you far too much to stay mad at you. I truly do.”

The moment the final word of that phrase came out of your mouth, Lin’s lips were pressed to your lips in a kiss that had the butterflies in your stomach wrecking up a storm. You didn’t mind, though.

Nobody could stir up your emotions and the passion inside of you the way that Lin did, the way he always could, and there was no denying that. If you weren’t sure of it before, you were now. When he kissed you, all the stars aligned and you couldn’t be more certain that it was him. It had always been him. Not Daveed.

As your lips meshed together like two puzzle pieces, you made your way onto Lin’s lap and let your right hand grip the hair on the nape of his neck. Your lips didn’t break apart once, not even as his arms moved to wrap around your waist.

The first time the kiss broke was when Lin moved his lips down your jawline slowly, trailing down your neck in a timely fashion, and he spent just enough time on each spot to have you dying for more. It wasn’t teasing, per say, but he definitely wasn’t giving everything to you right away.

“Jesus,” you breathed out. One hand of his ran down your waist to your hip while the other rested on your arched back to keep you close to his body.

“Mm, not quite,” came his whisper in your ear. You felt the smirk as his lips brushed across your ear but ignoring his comment was easy with his hot breath just teasing against your sensitive neck.

Before too long, you were laid on your back on the small sofa with Lin’s legs on either side of you, his hands now roaming various places of your body. You only squirmed under his touch for a moment before relaxing and letting your head tilt back so his lips could wander wherever he pleased.

Lin grazed his teeth across the tender spot on your neck and sucked at it eagerly. You knew he would leave a mark or two and they wouldn’t go unnoticed by Daveed when you got home, but as you laid beneath the man, gasping at his touches and moaning his name breathily, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“We’re still at An-” You started to half heartedly remind your lover of your location when his touch ghosted along your inner thigh beneath your dress, eliciting a gasp from you and stopping your sentence in its tracks. Just seconds later, you had forgotten what you were going to say.

You were consumed by the feeling of his hands on your body, so much so that you hardly noticed a new pet name fall from his lips in a husky tone. “Shh… Don’t speak, baby. My house is just across the way if we must.”

“Jesus,” you moaned under your breath when his lips trailed up to your ear where his teeth nipped at your earlobe. “I don't want to get up.”

“You don’t have to, then,” Lin whispered in your ear, his dull nails digging into your thighs now, sending a shiver up your spine.

As you arched your back off the couch, you gripped a knitted blanket that sat across the back of the couch and pulled it underneath your body. It was easy to ignore the itchy fabric against your skin with Lin’s fingers trailing farther up your thigh. Instead, you were a writhing mess, melting into his touch.

Lin untied your dress and pulled it over your head in a swift movement, tossing it onto the ground beside the couch as if it wasn’t a brand new, comically expensive dress. His lips now moved down from your neck slowly, leaving no skin untouched until he reached your bra, where his lips couldn’t yet reach.

The look in his eyes as he reached back to unhook your bra was unmistakably lust, but his eyebrows furrowed in frustration when he couldn’t figure out the contraption. You tried your best to suppress your laughter but the longer he tugged at the band across your back, the harder it got.

“Need help, darling?” You giggled out after not long, reaching back to unhook your bra in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the ground. The slight look of defeat across Lin’s face didn’t last too long before he was going at the sensitive skin of your breast with his mouth.

You head fell back on the couch in a fit of soft moans, squirming beneath his touch as his hips rolled against yours. Your hands made quick work of his multi-layer suit, leaving him bare-chested on top of you a few short moments later.

While he left hickeys on your chest, you moved your hand down to palm at his bulge, giving him the friction he was desperately trying to find against you. “Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Lin whispered against your skin, making his way down your stomach until his lips were between your hips.

Lin was busy littering your skin with kisses when you decided to unzip and remove his dress pants, adding them to the pile of clothes on the ground that now included your panties. His boxers came down with the pants, unintentionally though you couldn’t complain, and before you could prepare, his tongue flicked over your clit gently.

Your back arched off of the sofa as you took in a sudden, sharp breath, digging your nails into his back. His tongue pressed briefly against your entrance before he pulled your clit between his lips, leaving you breathless.

“Lin...” You gasped, attempting to catch your breath, rolling your hips up towards him in time with his head movements.

Not too long later, his focus moved so his tongue dipped inside of you now and quickly found a pace to thrust, causing your nails to drag down his back. With his tongue movements, his nose occasionally rubbed against your clit. You knew there wasn’t a whole lot more you could handle.

You grabbed Lin by the hair on the back of his head and pulled him up into a feverish kiss, full of desperation and desire. It was messy, no doubt, and easily one of the most passionate kisses you’d ever shared.

“I wan--No, I need you, Lin.” You managed against his lips, your voice a whimper full of a sort of urgency. “Please. I need you.”

Without warning, he was pushing into you slowly, hands firmly holding your hips in place as you adjusted to his size. His lips moved down to your neck where you left a trail of kisses until he found a bit of sensitive skin to suck on harshly. When he pulled his lips away to breathe in, he bit down lightly on the skin.

His pace quickened over the next few thrusts, but he stayed gentle in his touch, keeping his gaze on you to make sure you were still alright. When he was certain you were fine and enjoying yourself, you felt his dull nails dig into your hips and he thrusted into you roughly, keeping his steady rhythm.

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress the loud moans threatening to fall from your mouth, almost as if that would prevent anybody from walking in. This didn’t last very long because Lin whispered, lips pressed against your ear so you felt the hot breath, “I want to hear you.”

You immediately let your jaw fall open and allowed noises of pleasure to fill the air. “Oh, Lin..” The breathy moan almost resembled a whimper as he mumbled little words of praise in your ear.

As his thrusts grew more sloppy and less rhythmic, your moans grew louder and your breathing more shallow. Your nails dragged across his back slowly, back arched off the bed as you felt a familiar pit of warmth growing in your stomach.

His breath quickened significantly in the moments leading up to his release, and he pressed his lips to your sensitive neck, groaning against it as he rode out his high. The sound of his moans was what finally pushed you over the edge, your back arching off of the bed, his name the only word you could form in the midst of the overwhelming pleasure.

Half a minute later, Lin rolled onto his side on the sofa and pulled you into his arms. “I love you,” you mumbled between your still shaky breaths. He nudged his nose against your cheek in response, causing you to chuckle just a bit.

“We can’t stay like this very long,” you pointed out, though made no attempt to move from his arms.

“Just another minute.” He kissed at your neck affectionately. “You’re too beautiful not to admire.”

You were engrossed in conversation when Anthony got back from his errands not terribly long later, so much so that you didn’t notice him banging pots and pans together in an attempt to grab your attention. It took him sitting on the ottoman a few feet away and practically shouting your name to tear your attention from Lin’s voice.

“Oh, hello, old sport!” Lin turned his gaze to Anthony, absolutely glowing with joy.

“It’s stopped raining,” the man pointed out, gesturing towards the windows across from him. Lin looked a bit shocked by the news at first, as were you, but one peek out the glass showed the sun coming out from behind the clouds. Parallel rays of sunlight beamed from the clouds towards the ground, giving the sky a sort of heavenly appearance. A rainbow had formed from one end of the sky to the other and it almost appeared to connect Anthony’s cottage to your mansion across the bay.

“Well, what do you think of that? It’s stopped raining!” He turned to you with nothing but love and fondness radiating from his brown eyes.

A smile tugged on your soft lips at his excitement. “I’m glad. Should we make something of it?”

“How about we go to my house? We can make use of my pool if you care to.”

“Oh, I would love that, but I haven’t got anything to wear swimming.” You stood from your seat on the stiff couch. “And Daveed would notice if I came home from tea smelling of saltwater.”

“Another time. Anthony, would you care to join us?”

Anthony raised his eyebrows as he looked over his shoulder, immediately shaking his head. “I’m quite alright, but thank you. Make sure you’re home at a reasonable time, Y/N. Your husband is still injured.”

“I know, deary, don’t worry!” You pressed a kiss to your cousin’s cheek. “You know where to find us if you need us.”

With that, Lin was grabbing your hand and pulling you out the front door. You took long and careful steps along stepping stones to avoid muddying your heels but just a few strides in, you were lifted into his arms so you didn’t have to walk.

Once he had reached the pavement leading up to his gates, you moved from Lin’s grasp onto the ground and gaped at the grand house you would never get used to seeing. For the first time since reuniting a couple months before, you actually took the time to admire the beauty of the mansion.

It was truthfully more like a castle than anything else, with neatly trimmed ivy growing across the front of the house and fountains surrounding the building. The detail work was all done in solid gold and the hedges were still impeccably well kept. The size of the building was so monumental that you weren’t even sure if Lin had seen every room in his own home, but that was a question for another day.

The sun was still out, so it wasn’t lit up like Coney Island, but you were in awe nonetheless. Rather than rushing inside, you made your way to a landmark you hadn’t seen before; a little gazebo close to the front fountain pool.

Apparently, you had gone over to it rather quickly because when you looked back for Lin, he was trailing by several yards. Even from that distance, you could see joy radiate from his eyes. “You couldn’t wait up for me, now could you?” He called out with a laugh.

You leaned against the white railing coolly, a smirk teasing across your lips, and smoothed your hair out with the palm of your hand. “It isn’t my fault you can’t keep up with me, now is it?”

Just with the way he laughed, you could tell he was absolutely enamored with you, and it was music to your ears. You were careful not to get caught up in his beauty, instead keeping your enticing facade on display as he strolled slowly closer to you through his marvelous greenery.

You walked in a circle around the gazebo with your fingertips trailing along the white rail, keeping your gaze on the sky. The sun was no longer behind the grey and white clouds even partially; rather, it was again a glowing white ball in the sky, surrounding itself in a halo of light. A second rainbow, more faded in color, had formed just above the one you took note of before and upon further inspection, you realized that the colors were flipped from the original rainbow. Purple was towards the top, and red sat at the bottom.

When Lin finally made it up to the gazebo, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind and his lips pressed against your ear, the hot breath sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. His hands moved to rest on your belly gently, even though a bump wouldn’t begin showing for a couple more months.

Opting not to say anything, you just enjoyed being in Lin’s arms while you could, knowing the moments were few but meaningful. Silence with him wasn’t uncomfortable like you’d experienced many times before. Words didn’t need to be said for you to know he was enjoying himself, to know that he cared for you; you could relax in the quiet.

That’s how you knew that everything would be okay when you were with him.

“Let’s dance,” Lin whispered in your ear and before you knew what was happening, you were in Lin’s arms being carried up a grand outdoor staircase to his mansion, passing by huge fountains that greeted you with a bit of a sprinkle.

As soon as you reached the extravagant front doors, you got to your feet and walked into the main room, something that could easily fit Anthony’s cottage two times over, decorated with floors of black marble and various flowers. The man clearly loved flowers. Perhaps he thought of them as a sign of his immense wealth.

“Klipspringer!” Lin called out loudly, his voice echoing throughout the expanse.

Within a minute, a skinny, disheveled man in a yellow sweater vest came scrambling down the stairway, looking to Lin with tired eyes. “You called for me?”

“I’d like you to play the piano.”

“What would you like me to play? I’m-I’m a bit out of practice!”

“Anything, old sport. I’d just like you to play.”

With that, the man called Klipspringer was running up the stairway to the piano room where he quickly began playing a piece that you didn’t recognize. Regardless, Lin pulled you closer suddenly and began to move around the room, leading you in a slow dance.

The wind was loud outside and it appeared that you’d just missed the weather worsening by a few moments. The faint growl of thunder reverberated along the Sound and rain started pouring down almost immediately after the thunder rolled. It struck the windows in torrents, adding a natural backbeat to the soft melody filling the room.

As you danced around the room with Lin, you could’ve sworn a flash of lightning passed through the house, though that didn’t even seem possible. The trees in Lin’s yard were blowing to the side, significantly more than they had been in the previous storm just an hour before, and the soft whisper of the wind whistled past your ears when the front door cracked open briefly.

When you turned your attention back to the man you were dancing with, you noticed his affectionate gaze focused on you and it appeared that he hadn’t looked away since you began dancing. A fond yet subtle smile was forming on his face with his eyes crinkled up at the corners in the slightest way and the corners of his mouth just barely turned upwards.

“I don’t want to go home,” you admitted in a whisper, laying your head against his chest. His fingers combed through your hair as he lead the dance effortlessly, his quiet breath another calming sound amongst all the others.

“Someday you won’t have to.” Lin’s voice could hardly be heard over a particularly loud roar of thunder. “I’ll be your home someday.”

The dance continued without words for a few more minutes, the two of you just appreciating the other’s presence, moving swiftly through the vast room without much effort. The sharp ringing of a telephone a couple rooms away pierced through the relaxing atmosphere, startling you a bit, so you instinctively looked around for the source of the sound.

The ringing was cut off just as abruptly as it had begun, instead replaced with brief chatter between a butler and the person on the other line. A minute later, the same butler who had answered the phone was approaching you and Lin. “A Mr. Ramos is on the other line, searching for Mrs. Diggs.”

You exchanged a confused look with Lin but followed the butler to the phone, bringing it up to your ear once you approached it. “Anthony dearest, what is it? Is everything quite alright?”

The greeting you received made it clear that everything was not alright. His voice was frantic and panicked, difficult to understand, so he had to repeat himself a few times before you could understand him.

Your husband’s infection had grown much worse than you had thought and the symptoms listed off by Anthony were painfully familiar; chills, cool legs and arms, high fever, mental confusion, and difficulty breathing.

A servant at your house had called Anthony to inform him of the situation, knowing you were with him for the afternoon, and assured your cousin that he was in the care of the doctors now. Your driver, Ferdie, was on his way to the cottage to pick you up.

Unsure of what else to say, you thanked him in a shaky voice before rushing back over to Lin. “I can’t stay. Daveed is back in the hospital and I fear he may be in septic shock.” Your voice was shaky and you were on the verge of tears. “It sounds exactly like how we lost Betty. I have to make sure he’s okay, I’m sorry.”

Lin’s eyes were wide as you spoke hurriedly in a worried way and he pulled you into a warm embrace before you had the chance to run off. “There’s no need to apologize. Keep me updated, alright dear?”

You gave him a quick nod and rushed off after he kissed your cheek, releasing a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding when you saw Ferdie waiting for you.

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musical-miranda · 8 years ago

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The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 10) (No Smut)

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pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

warnings: cheating, lil bit of angst, 1920s slang(??), lots of fluff

words: 5560 (im so sorry for so many reasons yall)

a/n: Alternatively titled: Poor Anthony™

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