#Pippa Soo imagines

[rose-of-oz]

⇝ if they were canon ask game: 🎬 + annie liu pls!! -✨

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HOW THEY'D BE INTRODUCED:

Since as I've mentioned before Annie and Steven live in the same building, I think Annie would be introduced right at the beginning of the first episode by knocking on the door of Steven's flat after he wakes up for the first time, before sweeping in with some coffee to offer him along with a vegan muffin from a batch that she made herself, before expressing concern about Steven's health and how little he sleeps. It wouldn't be a very long scene, but it would be good for setting up their relationship and the kind of banter they have.

WHO THE FANDOM SHIPS THEM WITH:

Definitely mainly the Moon Boys, but there would also definitely be people who ship her with Layla (given that she literally says "Marc, I think I'm in love with your ex-wife" at one point), as well as putting her in a poly ship with Layla and the boys. There would also probably be people who shipped her with Harrow or even Khonshu, but those people would be weirdos.

WHY THE FANDOM LOVES THEM:

Before Steven discovers Marc and meets Layla, Annie is the first person to really be kind to him and actually seem to care about him, and she continues to try and protect him even when it becomes very clear that he's the more powerful one in their friendship, and given that Steven is a very beloved character who the fandom wants to protect, I think a lot of people would appreciate that. I also think people would love her sense of humor, her bickering-to-lovers dynamic with Marc, and the very "girls supporting girls" relationship she has with Layla.

WHY THE FANDOM HATES THEM:

I mean, you just know there would be a ton of people furious that she's "getting in the way" of Layla and the Moon Boys, even though Marc and Layla are literally divorced (and also Layla's an aro-ace queen in my canon), as well as people calling her useless and saying she doesn't make sense in the story for going along to Egypt when she's the only one who can't fight. You know, just the general bullshit.

WHAT THE CAST RELATIONSHIP WOULD BE LIKE:

Pippa Soo is the literal best, so I think the cast relationship would be fantastic!! She, Oscar, and May would be such a chaotic trio, and I can totally imagine her having the best banter with Ethan Hawke.

WHAT THEIR AUDITION SCENE WOULD BE:

Probably either the scene where she tells Marc that she's going with him to Egypt whether he likes it or not as long as he's "dragging my friend's body along on your little treasure hunt," or the scene right before they go into the catacombs where she tells Steven that she suspects Marc might actually be the original inhabitant of the body. These are arguably the most important scenes she has with either of them, at least in season one, so it would probably be the one the casting directors would use to get a proper sense of an actress's chemistry with Oscar Isaac.

DEPENDING ON THE FANDOM, WHO THEY’D BE AT PRESS TOURS/COMIC CON WITH:

I'm reasonably sure that Oscar, Ethan, and May all did their interviews and conventions together for the most part, so Phillipa would be with all of them! If they were to be seperated, though, she'd probably be with May, and there would be half a million YouTube compilations of the two of them being cute besties together.

IF THEY SPOIL THINGS:

I mean, you know how Marvel is about spoiling things, so even if Phillipa was the spoiling type, I imagine she'd be too afraid to (😅).

IF THE SHOW/MOVIE HAS ENDED, IF THEY’RE HAPPY WITH THEIR CHARACTER’S ENDING AND THE ENDING AT LARGE:

Well, the story's not over quite yet, so... we'll see!

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[hamiltonimagines]

Family, Friends, and Pie

Pairing: Pippa x Reader

Summary: Pippa and Y/N hang out with Y/N’s family for Halloween. They realize what’s most important to have for the holidays

This imagine is a part of my Halloween themed series, you can read the complete series here🎃

Word Count: 800ish

“So what’s your aunt’s name again?” Pippa asked me, as we walked up to my parents house. My family was having a big Halloween party and I brought Pippa, who was my girlfriend. “Her name is Clarissa, she’s the one with all the husbands” I told Pippa.

I had been teaching her everyone’s names on the ride over here, that way she knew who everyone was. “And then your uncle’s name is Clark? And he has three kids? And they’re all little?” Pippa reviewed. “A plus” I told her, smiling as I rung the doorbell.

My mom answered the door. “Hi mom! How are you?” I asked her, as I gave her a quick hug. “I’m doing good, it’s nice to see you again Pippa” she said, smiling. Pippa has already met both my parents and my two siblings. “It’s nice to see you too ma'am” Pippa said, politely.

“I thought I told you to call me mom, none of this ma’am nonsense” my mom said, laughing. Then she welcome us in and I could see that most of the family was already here. There were kids running around everywhere. Cousins and nieces and nephews all running around in their adorable Halloween costumes.

“Y/N” I heard a kid exclaim. I didn’t know who had said it. Then I saw Henry, my nephew, running over to me. I smiled to myself and kneeled on the ground. He came running into my arms.

“Hey Henry, how are you?” I asked him, giving him a hug. “I’m not Henry, I’m Spider-Man” he said, and I looked at his Spider-Man costume. “Oh okay. Hi Spider-Man, are you excited to go trick or treating tonight?” I asked him. “I’m going to get all the candy” he said, giggling.

“I want you to meet somebody, this is Pippa” I said, introducing them. “That’s a fun name” Henry said, still giggling. “It’s nice to meet you Henry” she said, smiling. He frowned at her. “I mean Spider-Man” she corrected.

The smiles on both their faces were precious. Pippa has always been so good with kids and their smiles were just infectious. I couldn’t wait til Pippa and I had our own kids. They would have the best Halloween costumes.

“Dinner time” I heard my mom call from the kitchen. The whole family went and sat down at the long dinner table that had been set up.

I sat with Pippa on my left and Henry was on my right. “Hey Y/N, I missed you when you came in” my sister said. My sister was Henry’s mom and she was sitting across from Henry.

“Hi, how have you been?” I asked her. “I’ve been good, this munchkin started daycare the other day” she said, looking at Henry. My mom brought out all of the food with my two aunts. “Let’s eat” my mom said, as she sat down.

“How can you possibly remember all of these people’s names?” Pippa whispered in my ear. “Well sometimes I don’t” I said, giggling.

“So Pippa, what do you do for a living?” My sister, asked her. “She’s a star. She’s on Broadway” I said, completely bragging about Pippa’s accomplishments. “It’s not that big of a deal” Pippa said, humbly.

“She’s sensational, you should come see Hamilton some time” I told my sister. “That would be amazing, how about that Henry?” She asked him. “What?” He asked. “You want to see Pippa in a show she’s in sometime?” She asked. He started vigorously nodding and smiling.

“So how old are you Henry? You’re like thirty-five, right?” Pippa teased. “Nooo, I’m only four” he said, giggling. “You had me fooled” Pippa said, smiling.

We got through the rest of dinner and then my mom brought out a few pumpkin pies. Henry got very excited when he saw the pies, let’s just say he was known for having a sweet tooth.

My sister cut a piece of pie for Henry and put it on his plate. “But mom, I want a bigger piece. I’m not a baby” he complained. “You’re gonna have candy tonight, you’ll be bouncing off the walls” she said.

I cut myself a bigger piece and then switched my plate with Henry’s. “Shhh, don’t tell your mom” I whispered to him. His eyes widened and then he quickly devoured the pie. My sister made eye contact with me and just laughed to herself.

“I love your family” Pippa told me. “Well I’m pretty sure they all love you too” I told you. We quickly finished dessert and then the kids left with their parents and Pippa and I stayed back with my mom to clean up.

“I had fun tonight. Thanks for inviting me” Pippa told my mom. “Of course, you’re always welcome here” my mom told her. “We got to celebrate the most three important things in life: family, friends, and pie” I said, giggling.

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[stargazefearless]

It's been a loooong time since I wrote Hamilton but it seems like it's making a comeback and I love writing for it! I'll be writing over on @hamilsquadwritings so feel free to do some requests, send a ship and I'll write a lil drabble for it!

(this page is going to stay as a memes/whatever I fancy page😂)

[elocinnicole]

Forbbiden Love Character Profiles #1

Hey! Here are the profiles for the characters of this story. I’m excited for this. This is an AU Timeline of some sorts in the sense that George Washington is President and is up for re-election in 2020. Yes, this is a Hamilton RPF all the characters are envisioned as the actors who played them in the musical. I always find it weird when I see fics that don't use the actors as character references it almost defeats the whole purpose of Hamilton but whatever, go off. Anyway, here is the first family mentioned, the Hamilton Household.

Hamilton Household

Alexander and Eliza Hamilton

Alex’s Age: 33

Alex’s Birthday: January 11, 1987

Alex’s Zodiac: Capricorn

Alex’s Occupation: Former Lawyer, Current Secretary of Treasury under the Washington Administration

Eliza’s Age: 33

Goes by: Eliza by her family and friends, Betsey by Alex

Eliza’s Birthday: August 9, 1987

Eliza’s Zodiac: Leo

Eliza’s Occupation: Currently works at a Head Start in Washington DC plans to open an orphanage.

Eliza and Alex met at a college party, when Alex was a junior at Columbia and Eliza was also a junior at NYU. The two started dating and after they graduated Alex proposed to Eliza and they were married that following year on December 14, 2010. Eliza and Alex lived in Harlem for about five years while Alex went on to lawyer and eventually became a lawyer and Eliza was a teacher at a local Head Start. While living in Harlem, Eliza and Alex gave birth to two children, Phillip born in 2013 and Angelica born in 2015.In 2015, a long-time mentor of Alex announced he was running for President, General George Washington. In 2016, George Washington won the election and asked Alex to be his Secretary of Treasury. Alex agreed and the family moved to Potomac, Maryland to be closer to the nation’s capital of Washington DC. After moving to Potomac, Eliza and Alex welcomed two more children, Alexander Jr. in 2017 and James in 2019. Since moving, Eliza still works at a Head Start in South West DC and is working on starting a new orphanage.  

[dearhamiltons-blog]

ROSE

pairing: pippa x reader

warnings: gays and fluff

words: 391 (short and fluffy and gay)

summary: ��aw, you’re blushing like a rose”

notes: my gay ass got bored and decided to write something gay. also, im working on a new lin series.

You were sitting on the couch, trying to finish an essay for college as you waited for Pippa to come home. Your girlfriend was a Broadway actress, so she usually came home pretty late from her night performances. You waited for her each time.

It was around 10:30 PM when you heard the front door opening. You closed your laptop and left it on the desk in front of you as Pippa came into the living room, holding two cups of tea from a local coffee shop.

“Hey, babe,” She smiled brightly at you. Her hair was in a messy bun and she was wearing sweatpants and a sweater that was so big on her it made her look adorable. You smiled at the sight.  “I missed you,” She said softly, sitting down next to you. She handed you a cup and took a sip of her own.

“We saw each other this morning,” You laughed as she cuddled up next to you. Her head was on your shoulder, and you rested yours on top of her lightly.

“Yeah, but I just wish I could see you all the time,” She whispered, making you smile, “I like seeing your face.”

“Why?”

“It’s cute,” She said simply, taking another sip of her tea, “Everything about you is cute. Like, your hair, your eyes, your cute little nose,” She listed, bopping your nose and making you blush lightly.

“Shut up, you’re exaggerating,” You said, moving your hair so it covered your face and hid your pink cheeks.

“About how cute you are? Impossible,” Pippa said, putting her cup down and jumping a bit. She climbed so she was sitting on your lap as she moved your hair out of the way, “You’re the cutest! And I love you so much.”

You just pushed her jokingly and she tightened her grip on your arms so she didn’t fall. Pippa smiled at you fondly when she realized you were blushing, “Aw, you’re blushing! Like a rose!”

You smiled at her comparison, “Like a rose?” You asked her. She nodded.

“Yeah, your face is as pink, and beautiful, as a rose.”

“You’re a nerd, Pip.” You laughed, laying down on the couch. She moved to a more comfortable position, resting her head on your chest as you played with her hair.

“You love this nerd, (Y/N)”

[yourneighborhoodhamiltrash]

Until the End (Pippa X Reader)

Words: 1782

Summary: You get some difficult news and live your final days

Warnings: Potentially horrible writing, ANGST

“I’m very sorry,” the doctor said as he stood in front of you with a solemn face. You felt your stomach drop. You looked around the room, trying to find something to concentrate on as your world seemed to fall apart. Your gaze landed on the clock on the wall.

“I need to get to work,” You said quietly, seeming to stumble over your words. He nodded and set up your next appointment before you made your way to the Richard Rodgers Theater.

Your eyes were glued to the ground as you walked down the streets of New York. You had always wanted to do something meaningful with your life. Yes, you got your roles on Broadway. You got your role in Hamilton. You met the love of your life. But, that’s just it. There was still so much to do. So many things to do. And, you seemed to be running out of time.  

God, there was so much. So many roles. So many things you could do. So many things you wanted to do. Your stomach fell more and more as fear crept upon you. You’d be playing your last show as Angelica soon. You’d be saying goodbye to so many so soon. You’d never be able to play another role. You’d never be able to have kids. Hell, you’d never be able to get married. Oh god. What would Pippa say?

Your gaze set upon the sign for the theater and your heart broke. You walked to the entrance and made your way backstage.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Daveed said as he and Oak walked by. You smiled in response, afraid of what would happen if you tried to speak. You greeted the rest of the company, trying to be as cheerful as you could. You made your way down to the dressing room you shared with Pippa and Jasmine.

As you stepped inside, you recognized the voice of Renee accompanying theirs.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jasmine greeted from the couch where her and Renee sat. Pippa got up and trapped you in an embrace.

“Hey guys,” You said with a weak smile, about to start crying in your girlfriend’s arms. Pippa’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you with her eyes almost asking you “what’s wrong?” You gave her a small nod as if to say that you’d explain later. You gave Renee and Jasmine.

“So, Renee, what brings you back?” You said trying to distract yourself.

“Oh no reason in particular. Alexis agreed to take the kids out tonight so that I could watch my favorite sisters perform.”

Their conversation continue as your heart panged. It wouldn’t be much more time until you couldn’t perform along their sides. You looked around the dressing room, almost trying to memorize how it looked. Pippa sat down next to you and placed her hand on your knee, similar to how the doctor had done not too long prior. You turned to her and buried your head into her shoulder.

“Hey, what’s going on?” She whispered in your ear. You nodded just as you had done earlier. The thought of telling her tore your heart to shreds. How would you tell her? How could you? “Hey guys,” she said addressing the two other girls, “can we borrow the room for a moment?”

“Of course, we’ll be right outside if you need us.” Jasmine gave the two of you a small smile as they stepped out.

“Okay, what’s wrong, love? You’ve been off since you stepped in,” She said with her eyes full of concern. You looked down to the ground as you tried to find the words to tell her. She lifted your head ever so slightly to look you in the eyes.

“I-” You paused. “I went to the doctor’s this morning,” You said quietly.

“What happened (Y/N)? Are you okay?” She asked, her words laced with worry.

“Pip,” You paused, knowing that the next words would make everything so real. You looked back down not wanting to see her face. “I have cancer.”

The words seemed surreal leaving your mouth. You felt her arms wrap around you as you thought of just unreal it was. The tears came flowing down your face. Once they started, you couldn’t seem to get it to stop. She rubbed your back lovingly as you felt her own tears fall.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She whispered, her voice seeming more and more weak with every second that passed.

You sat there like that for what seemed like hours (despite only being a few minutes). She finally sat back and looked you with overwhelming sadness. You took a deep breath knowing that the next words to come would be even worse.

“One year.” Her face dropped even more despite not seeming possible.

“What?” She said breathless.

“The doctor’s estimate was one year. It might be longer, but-” You were interrupted by her arms wrapping you in a hug. She seemed even more hysterical than you both were moments earlier.

“We’ll get through this, love, I promise.” She said as she calmed down. “Do you want me to ask Lin if your alternate could perform tonight?”

“No, I- I need to do this.” She nodded in understanding as she took your hand in hers. “Let’s go see everyone,” You said with a small smile pulling her up with you.

The two of you walked outside hand in hand. The rest of the company sat outside talking.

“Hey love birds!” Anthony said jokingly until the two of you came closer when everyone noticed your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Are you two okay?” He asked with concern, his goofy expression turning serious in an instant.

“I actually need to tell you guys something.” You said quietly as you took a seat, suddenly feeling exhausted. Pippa rested her arm around you, kissing the top of your head. The cast turned to you with concern. “You know,” You paused, “you guys are family to me.”

“And you’re family to us (Y/N).” Chris said.

“I’m going to be, um, I’m going to stop performing soon.” Lin frowned.

“We’ll miss you a lot (Y/N). Did you land another role?”

“Better than Angelica?” Daveed continued with a smirk.

“Oh please, Diggs, what is there that’s ‘better than Angelica’?” Renee asked with a laugh causing the rest of the company to join in laughter.

“Actually, no.” You frowned. “I found out this morning that,” Your words seemed to get stuck in your throat. You put your head in the crook of Pippa’s neck trying not to burst into tears for the second time that day. Thankfully, she understood the trouble you were having.

“She has cancer,” She said in a small voice. You looked up at the cast as you composed yourself. The faces of every person in the room dropped. Jasmine almost immediately began to sob in Anthony’s shirt. Lin’s mouth dropped open. Leslie looked down as if he were about to start crying as well. Oak was the first to get up and hug you tight. The rest followed suit and joined in the hug.

That was the hardest show any of you had performed. Pippa’s scream after Stay Alive (Reprise) was especially awful. You nearly broke down as you sung It’s Quiet Uptown. Pippa and Lin could hardly stop crying as you sang. The cast rotated in and out of your dressing room as you came on and off stage.

That night, you and Pippa sat on your couch in silence. You laid in her arms as she mindlessly played with your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

During your last show, you struggled. Hell, the entire cast did. You were so exhausted from treatment that someone continuously held you up, trying to seem natural. Lin stood in front of the crowd at the end of the show in his full Alexander Hamilton get up.

“As most of you know, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s last show.” He called for Pippa and you to come up to center stage. You stood there in confusion. She turned to you.

“My love,” She started. “When we first met, I instantly fell in love with you. You made me feel so… so… “

“Helpless?” She laughed lightly.

“What I’m trying to say is that I know that we don’t have our entire lives ahead of us. But, I want you to know that I’ll be right here next to you. Always. Every moment until the last.” She got down on a knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?” Your hands flew to your mouth in shock. You shook your head and wrapped her in a hug.

And, she did. After you left the show officially, Pippa took a break from Hamilton. She was always by your side. The cast rotated in and out of your shared apartment and later, your hospital room.

Most of the cast stood in your small room.

“I’m going to get some food,” Daveed said as most of them agreed.

“Pip, go with them. You still need to eat.” You told her. She nodded reluctantly and followed them out. You were left with Anthony and Jasmine. “Guys.” Jasmine put her hand on yours. “It’s time.”

“No, no. (Y/N),” Anthony started.

“Can you please take Pippa home with you two?”

“What? You shouldn’t-”

“Please, Ant, I can’t have her here. She hasn’t slept in weeks-”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t be alone when you go,” Jasmine continued.

“Guys, please.”

The cast said their goodbyes an hour later. You hugged Lin extra tight.

“Thank you for everything.”

Jasmine and Anthony, especially, had tears running down their faces.

“I love you, Pip.”

The couple nearly had to drag her from the hospital. You looked down at your ring with a small smile reminiscing on the times you had with her. You looked at the flowers that flooded your room, knowing exactly who gave you what. Lin sent almost half of them. You looked at the giant teddy bear by your window that Chris brought with him during your first month of being there. It had his extra George Washington hat on it. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you smiled at everything Alexander Hamilton’s story had brought you to. You reached for your phone and clicked to the group chat.

I love you all. x

You started to text them before sleeping during your final months. They didn’t know that this would be the last they’d receive.

My love, take your time.

I’ll see you on the other side.

[can-youimagine]

Daffodils (Pippa Soo x Reader)

Request: Hi! Could you write a Pippa x reader where they were in the Great Comet (reader was Sonya) and the reader goes to see her in Hamilton? Thank you 😊❤️

TW: I’m changing timelines

Masterlist

You laugh with the rest of your cast, celebrating your move to Broadway and the incredible additions to your cast. Unfortunately, that meant you had to say goodbye to some incredible people.

You lean against Lucas, watching the woman you secretly loved dance without a care in the world. “Maybe it’s a good thing she’s leaving,” he says, watching you give her a lovesick look. “At least now I won’t have to deal with the two of you acting like high schoolers.”

“I don’t act like a high schooler,” you mutter into your drink.

He rolls his eyes. “Sure. You haven’t stopped looking at her. Just go talk to her.” He gives you a gentle nudge in her direction.

“What? No. She’s having fun! I don’t want to ruin her night.”

“I’m sure she would be thrilled. Go! Make her night.” He nudges you slightly harder, making you groan.

“Fine, but you owe me.” You watch as he shakes his head before walking over to Pippa.

She smiles as soon as she sees you. “Dance with me, (Y/N)!” She pulls on your arms, dragging you out to dance with her.

Before you can protest, she has you in the middle of the dance floor as she spins around you. It takes everything in you not to tell her how beautiful she looks. Once the song ends, she stops dancing and leads you over to a table.

After taking a minute to catch her breath, she says, “I’m going to miss you guys.”

You give her a playful nudge. “You aren’t getting rid of us that easily.”

She giggles. “I know, but still. It’s tough leaving you. I’ve grown so close to all of you.”

You try to ignore the fact that she said “you” (even though she probably meant all of you) and respond, “We’re really going to miss you, but I promise to be in the first row of your next show.”

“Good, and I can’t wait to see you perform. I mean, I see you perform every night, but I mean without being worried about my part.”

“I’ll be looking for you.”

She opens her mouth, but someone pulls her away before she can finish her sentence. “Don’t hesitate to call me,” she says as Amber pulls her away.

~~~

The cast was thrilled to hear that their own Natasha had landed a role in the biggest musical on Broadway, Hamilton. All of you were constantly bothering her for tickets after they heard about the success the show had off-Broadway, but you were there from the beginning.

You were one of the first people Pippa called when she got the role. You were just as ecstatic as she was and begged her for tickets to opening night.

“How am I supposed to be in the front row if everything’s sold out?” you whine into your phone.

You hear her laugh slightly. “I’ll see what I can do, but I make no promises.”

You smile widely. “That’s all I ask.”

A few days pass by with no word from her. You assume she just can’t get the tickets until you hear a knock at your door.

“Pippa!” you exclaim as you open the door.

She pulls you into a hug. “Calm down. It hasn’t been that long.”

You blush slightly, leading her into your apartment. “So, about those tickets,” you joke.

She hands you a ticket for tomorrow’s opening night. “You know I never disappoint.”

~~~

You smooth your dress one last time before taking your seat in the theater. As soon as she walks onto the stage, she is all you can focus on. You completely disregard the rest of the cast and any line that isn’t hers as the show progresses.

Once the show ends, you rush backstage with a bouquet of daffodils. When Pippa sees you, she smiles widely, turning from her castmates to talk to you. “Oh, you really didn’t have to,” she says, taking the flowers from you and smelling them. “Though, I do appreciate them. How did you like the show?”

“Oh, it was wonderful! As were you.” You give her a quick hug, wondering if you have overstepped your place until she hugs you back.

“Oh, you must meet the cast!” she exclaims, stepping away from you, and as if on cue, Jonathan Groff walks over to you.

“Ah, is this (Y/N)?” he asks, earning a nod from you. “You’re right, Pip, she’s gorgeous. And, though I haven’t heard her in person, I’m sure her voice could rival a choir of angels.”

Pippa glares at him before he leaves. “I’m so sorry-”

“You said all that?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Then, I want my flowers back.”

Her face falls. “I am so sorry. I-”

“Oh, hush. Daffodils mean unrequited love. I’m swapping them for roses.”

[mythomagicannabeth]

washington: i trust hamilton

laurens: you think he knows what he's doing?

washington: i wouldn't go that far

[fandomsofallshapes]

Oh Lin you adorable bean you

[schuylerful-blog]

Cookies (Phillipa x Reader) 12 Days Of Christmas, Day 6

A/N: Two pippa drabbles in 3 days. Aren't y’all lucky. Sorry my other Pippa drabble was literally like 5 words, hopefully this will be longer. If you’ve missed any of my other 12doc fics then click here! Enjoy!!!

HAPPY HANUKKAH TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE IT! 🕎🕍✡️

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE NO MATTER WHAT IT IS YOU CELEBRATE/DON’T CELEBRATE! ❤️ 💛 💚 💙 💜

T/W: A few swear words and some smoke? Is smoke a problem?

If you have a request, drop it here! If you wanna see my masterlist, click here!

“Shit!”. The hot pan holding bunt cookies dropped to the ground as you cradled your fresh burn. Smoked began to rise from the oven.

“Shit, shit ,shit!”. You fanned smoke away from the smoke detector which, thankfully, did’nt go off. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door.

“Coming!”. You made your way over to the door, still clutching your burnt hand. On your way over, you tripped over a pile of clothes and let a few cuss words slip under your breath. You reached the door and pulled it open, to reveal your neighbour and long-time-crush, Phillipa.

“Pippa! Hey!”. Your cheeks flushed bright red at the sight of her.

“(Y/N)! I wanted to come over and check on you because I, uh-”, Pippa peeked around your shoulder at the smoke dancing through the kitchen and into the living room. “I smelt burning. Are you making cookies?”, she asked, perking up.

“Trying to”, you corrected her. Pippa squeezed past you, into the apartment and grabbed your hand as she headed for the kitchen. 

“Let me help”, she giggled, picking up the now slightly less hot pan from the kitchen floor and placing in on the bench. 

“You don’t have to, Pippa. If you’re busy-”

“No, it’s fine. I like spending time with you anyway”. You and Pippa made eye contact and blushed a little. Pippa was the first to break the trance, switching her attention back to the cookies. 

“It looks like some of these are salvageable,” she began, moving the few cookies you could use to a plate. “With some icing they should taste fine. Did you make icing?”, she questioned.

“Yeah”, you answered, handing over a bowl of green and a bowl of red icing. You and Pippa silently began icing the cookies, every now and again one of you glancing up at the other. Just as you were about to finish, you felt something cold on your face and heard Pippa giggle. You touched your cheek to find icing smeared across it. 

“Really Pip?” you asked, swiping some icing onto your finger. “Now you’ve started a war”. You both began furiously smearing each other with Christmas themed icing. You both looked like an elf had exploded on you. All of a sudden, Pippa had you backed up against a wall.

“Hey stranger”, she whispered. 

“Hey”. Pippa began leaning closer. Before your lips could meet, Pippa put an icing covered finger into her mouth. You giggled as over-exaggerated licking up all the icing.

“Yum”, Pippa giggled. Again, she leaned in. This time, your lips meet in the middle. You were the first to pull back. 

“Do you hear that?”, you asked.

“What?”

“Those cookies are calling our names”.

[spdersilk]

Lemon [lin x reader]

Warning(s): Cursing, champagne, kissing, kinda fluffy (nothing too bad hehe)

Summary: You and Lin were great friends back in high school. You recall all the memories the two of you shared, yearning for a chance to go back and change things. But little did you know the chance was bound to come ;)

Note: I had a fun time writing this :) I got a tinsy bit inspiration from In The Heights. Requests are open!

The smell of freshly baked goods and beverages flooded your senses, as you entered the local café that was near your block. You had come here every day precisely at 5 p.m to grab your slice of cheesecake and a cup of lavender chamiolle tea to relax. You looked outside your booth. The sky was a beautiful shade of lavender with a splash of tangerine across the horizon. A sigh escaped your lips as you sunk further into the plush velvet chair.

“as his hit musical Hamilton continues to amaze individuals of various ages, Lin-Manuel Miranda-” Your eyes snapped to the small television. Images of an energetic man flashed across the screen. You smiled for a moment. Lin-Manuel Miranda. You were the least bit surprised to see his name all over New York. Smash hit sensation. An absolute genius. Possibly a reincarnation of Alexander Hamilton. You had heard it all. You closed your eyes for a moment. Lin and you had history.The both of you had been close friends in high school.  He was a senior and you were a junior.

“Y/N, do me a favor and grab the extra sheet music from the storage room. We’re gonna need two more cellos” Your conductor said. You nodded, walking over to the storage room. ‘We have enough cellos, why would we need more?’ You thought. At the corner of your eye, you saw a boy running quickly towards the storage room. Someone had called his name and he had turned around, seconds away from slamming into the wall. Your breath hitched as you lunged for his arm, pulling him roughly into you. “Woahwoahwoahwoah” The boy said hurriedly, grabbing on to your shoulders for balance. His eyes flickered to your face for a quick moment. “Are you okay?” You asked. Lin-Manuel Miranda. He was a senior. If you did anything as close to laying a finger on him, he would either shrug it off or make you the school’s new laughing stock. You had your bets on the latter. He swiftly let go of you and ran his fingers through his hair. “I'm fine. You look a little winded there yourself.” He smirks, carefully examining his surroundings before looking back at you. You furrowed your eyebrows. Did he forget that you were the one who just saved him from a bloody nose? “Uh-” You started but he cut you off. “Babe, if you wanted my number you could’ve just asked. No need to get all touchy.” He said rather loudly. A couple of guys his age barked in laughter. You grimaced and side stepped him, deciding to not dig yourself a deeper grave. Lin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion for a moment, watching you pick up some sheet music. Usually the girls he flirted with would either blush or giggle. Not side step him and forget about his existence. For a moment, he flushed. He was sounding like the rest of them. Lin let out a breath. Only five more months till he can leave this hell and become himself again.

Lin wasn't always a jackass. In fact, he never was to you. It took you awhile to figure out his “dual personality” but when you understood, you were amused. Putting up a front just to fit in sounded like too much of a hassle. You took a bite of your cheesecake and let the tart lemon flavor fill your senses. Lin always seemed to remember your likes (and dislikes). Even before the two of you were friends.

“I don't understand why a dumb club requires meetings in the mornings. Do they understand that kids don't sleep till 3 a.m because of homework?” You grumbled to yourself, as you shut your locker. “No they don't. They don't call high school a “hell hole” for no reason. You turned around quickly, clutching your chest.  “Didn’t mean to scare you. I brought donuts to compensate for my unacceptable behavior yesterday. Being a dick really does take up 2/3s’ of your personality. Minus the actual-” “Okay I think its a little too early for those kind of  jokes.“ You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “Sorry. Uh. No I mean sorry for the dick joke. It wasn't exactly a joke. Fuck, also sorry for being a dick yesterday at rehearsal.” He looked flustered for a moment before sticking out a brown paper bag. “Donuts? I heard you liked tart sweets. Well, lemon tarts. I mean, lemon flavored things” You eyed him, only making him more anxious. “Do you stalk me or something?” “No no! Crap you probably don’t even know me. I’m Lin-Manurel Miranda. Friends call me Lin. You can call me anytime. Oops sorry, there we go again. You call me Lin for real. Well not for real but if you-” “Jesus you talk way too much. I know who you are. You’ve been in every musical we’ve had so far. I was just giving you a hard time” You said, sheepishly taking the bag. Lin let out of an embarrassed laugh. “But seriously? Lemon frosted donuts? What is with you and lemons?” “What’s it with you and stalking?” “Its called being observant” “I don’t think observant people buy other people whom they have never talked to their favorite donuts to compensate for their insolent behavior”

He smiled at you and it nearly caught you off guard. It was almost as if you had forgotten how charming and alluring he looked when he smiled. “Touche” He mused. You looked away quickly, nibbling at the donut  “Am I forgiven?” He asked after a beat .You chewed thoughtfully. “Do you always try to bargain apologies with food ?” You asked, brushing your hands on your jeans. He ducked his head sheepishly. You had him pinned to a t. “No, but I don't really know how to make it up to you other than buying lemon donuts.” He grumbled. “Speaking of which, how do you even know I like lemon donuts?” You asked. “Cast parties.” He said. You furrowed your eyebrows for a moment but nodded your head. Awkwardness began to fill the air. “Okay I really don't think buying you donuts erases away my behavior from yesterday.” He said. “That would be a correct statement.” You retorted, rocking back on your heels. “Let me make it up to you? There’s this really cool café that's opened up. They have stellar cheesecakes. Some of them lemon. Meet me there at 5 and I’ll prove it to ya.” He pleaded. You looked at him. His eyes had a strange glint and you could see how nervous you made him. It almost flattered you. “Are you tryna give me diabetes or something?” You asked, shutting your locker and grabbing your books. “They say sugar is the key to the heart” “Whoever said that was probably a diabetic” He let out a laugh, and you grinned. “So its a deal?” He asked, his eyes hopeful. You were taken aback for the second time. He was being genuine. You blinked, and looked at your sneakers and back at him. He had the same look. You shrugged in response. He chuckled happily. “i’ll see you then!” He called, trotting towards his locker.

And that was how your friendship bloomed. You looked longingly at your half eaten cheesecake. This café brought back so many memories, it almost hurt. The two of you would always spend your afternoons here. Splitting money to pay for the cheesecakes, paninis, pina coladas. He even seemed to acquire a taste for lemon flavored cheesecake. Sometimes, he would invite you over to his house and his mom and dad would cook dinner while listening to music. He would teach you how to dance but most of the time it ended up with you stamping on his feet and clutching onto his chest so you wouldn't fall. He would laugh so hard, there were tears in his eyes.

You glanced back at the t.v. Lin wasn't on it anymore. It was broadcasting the local news. You closed your eyes again. You remembered a particular night. It was one of your favorites. The night before everything blew apart.

“Lin, your parents aren't home. I'm pretty sure they would be pissed to see-” “Relax! They love you almost more than me. And to be honest, its kinda scary. Plus, they are on vacation for the weekend. We’ve got the place to ourselves” He said, opening the door and holding it for you. You hid your blush, turning away from him. Feelings were one thing you were able to control all your life, as ridiculous as it sounds. But Lin confused you. He steered you off the tracks by saying small things that meant more to you then you would care to admit. He would look at you sometimes, softly with a small grin on his lips. You would look away of course, trying to hide your blush. He grabbed a bottle that looked like champagne. Your eyes widened. “I graduate next week, I thought we would celebrate.” He said happily, a glint of sadness in his eyes. Your heart dipped. He would be gone. In a week. No more dancing. No more café “dates”. No more Lin. You gulped and matched his feign happiness. “We don’t have any cups.” He grinned, opening the bottle. You giggled, watching the champagne spill everywhere. Lin took a gulp from the bottle, a little longer than you would have expected. He let out a breathy chuckle, handing it to you. You laughed as he got up and starting jumping around. You took a generous sip, and joined him. The two of you spent the rest of the night sharing the bottle and talking about anything and everything.

“Do you wanna dance?” He asked after a moment. You laughed. “No way! I’m going to walk all over you again.” But he wasn't listening. He put in one of his parents old cassettes, and the house was flooded with slow music. “You didn't teach me this kind of dance.” You said quietly, as he walked over to you. He didn't answer, taking your hand softly. His hand pressed against the small of your back. Timidly, you placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping your gaze down. “ Y/N, look at me” He beckoned softly. You kept your eyes fixed on the collar of his shirt before slowly raising your eyes to meet his. And yet again you were thrown off guard. The look on his face made your breath hitch in your throat. His eyes were glassy from the champagne but sober. They were soft, overcome with emotion. You swallowed hard. His cheeks were pink and you could see the peach fuzz on his chin that he so desperately has been trying to grow. Your eyes settled on his soft pale pink lips. You let out a small hiccup and he smiled softly, twirling you around. “Has anyone told you that you have the softest prettiest smile when your guard is down?” He asked. You kept quiet, your eyes flickering down. “How come your always on an edge, Y/N?” He asked again. You didn't say anything, letting him twirl you. He pulled you closer to his chest. “I-” You choked. Feelings were flooding in your head. Your heart was pounding. He was holding you closely, his eyes intent. It was so new. He cared for you. Cared. You swallowed. “I don't know” You whispered. You could feel everything. His calloused hands that were folded within yours. His soft and staggered breathing that flushed against your cheeks. You could feel the blood rush to your ears. “Y/N-’” You blushed furiously. The way he said your name. Like it bounced off his tongue. Like music to your ears. His voice was a symphony. You wanted to hear it over and over and over again. You hummed, gaining the courage to look up at him. “Can I-” He swallowed. He was choking too. You shut your eyes tight, nodding. You were too scared. This was beyond your control, and yet you wanted it so badly. He waited for a second before softly pressing his lips against yours. You let out an involuntary sigh that spoke waves. You’ve been waiting for this. He smiled against your lips, almost as if he was responding. ‘me too’. His lips were soft and molded against yours with precision. They tasted sweet, like the champagne. You pulled away for a moment. He leaned in, yearning for more. Your lips were intoxicating. You studied him for a moment, smiling widely. He blushed, and you kissed him fiercely, trying to convey that what he felt was reciprocated all this time. You were just too scared. Too scared.

And that was where you ended it. Ever since that night, you had cut off all ties. Lin tried desperately to contact you. He had even messaged your parents, but you were stubborn. The thought of him leaving you was terrifying. But the thought of him leaving you with your heart in his hands was absolutely petrifying. So you did what you thought best. You “saved yourself” from the heartbreak by simply cutting everything off.

You leaned against the window, the familiar sense of regret taking over. That is until you heard the door chime. A man stepped inside, removing his hoodie and your breath caught in your throat. He walked towards you, a warm smile on his soft pale pink lips. “Y/N.” He greeted. “Lin? What are you doing here?” You said, quickly getting up. I’ve been looking for you. He thought. He sat down instead.

“I think you owe me a slice of some lemon cheesecake.”

[hamiltonimagines]

Modern Day Mulan

Pairing: Phillipa x Reader

Request: “could you do a pippa x reader where, usually R is the understudy for peggy/maria but for some reason something happened and she has to play alexander? and everyone is shocked bc they didnt know she could rap and they didn’t know she was playing alex? thank you!” - @criminallyhamilton

Word Count: 1.3k

“Hey Y/N, you love me right?” I heard Lin say to me, on the phone. This usually meant he needed me to do him a favor. “What do you need?” I asked him, blatantly.

“Can you come to my dressing room? I have a favor to ask you” he asked me. “Okay, I’ll be there in a second” I said, as I hung up my phone.

I walked down the hallway and then walked into Lin’s dressing room. “Hey, you look great today” he said, with the biggest smile on his face. “You’re just trying to get on my good side. Just ask me the favor” I told him.

“Well I need to you to go on tonight” he told me. I was Jasmine’s understudy, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to have to perform for her.

“That’s literally my job, it’s not a big deal. I won’t be mad at you or anything. I’ll go get into my Peggy dress then” I said, as I went to leave his dressing room.

“That’s the catch” Lin said, hesitantly. “What do you mean? Do I have to go on for one of the other sisters?” I asked him, confused.

“I need you to go on for me” he said, bracing himself for my reaction. “Wait what? You? Like you need me to play Hamilton? Like the GUY?” I asked him.

“Please don’t hurt me” Lin said, sounding scared. “What about your understudy?” I asked him. “He’s sick” he told me. “But I’m a girl” I told him, since he failed to see the obvious conflict.

“Everyone will love it, I promise. And you were at the rehearsals and you know the Alexander track almost better than me” he told me. “Yeah I know the part, but people love this show and pay lots of money to see it. What if they think I don’t take it seriously” I asked him.

“If you get any backlash, I promise I’ll handle it” Lin reassured me. “Are you sure about this?” I asked him. “Absolutely” he told me.

“But...” I said, trying to come up another excuse as to why I couldn’t do it. “What? Are you nervous because you have a crush on a certain other cast member” Lin teased me.

“Come on Lin, what are you talking about?” I asked, totally pretending like I wasn’t head over heels for Pippa. “So you’re saying that you aren’t in love with Pip?” Lin asked, raising his eyebrows.

I tried to hold my ground, but I couldn’t keep a straight face. “Ha! I knew it” Lin said, pointing at me. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But there’s no way you can ever tell Pippa. Please promise me that” I begged him.

“Fine. But I don’t have to tell her. She’ll figure it out tonight, when you’re playing Hamilton and you have to kiss her after Helpless” he said, smirking. I froze, I had completely forgot about the kisses. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the show tonight.

“Well you better go get dressed, love is waiting for you” Lin teased. I rolled my eyes and walked to my dressing room to get ready.

Luckily Lin’s understudy wasn’t the tallest guy, his costume fit me pretty decently. It definitely wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

My nerves were through the roof. I would walk out and people would laugh. I knew they would. They would be unimpressed. They’d probably leave and not waste their time.

I was brought out of my thoughts by an announcement over the intercom that said it was time for places. I rushed to place, hoping none of the cast would see me, especially Pip.

I got to where I stood before the show and luckily no other cast members were near me. I heard Leslie start the show and I felt like I was going to puke. It felt like the song was going ten times faster than it ever went. Quickly arriving to the point where I would have to walk out on that stage.

Then it was my cue, I walked out on stage as Leslie said “What’s your name man?”. I sang my line and I saw most of the cast’s reactions. There was dead silence for a moment and I heard a thunderous applause from the audience.

I looked over and saw Pippa. I don’t think I had ever seen her eyes so wide. Then a smile grew on her face and she giggled to herself. “I love it” she mouthed to me.

Then the song went on as normal. Aside from their first reactions, no one gave it a second thought.

Then we got to the song that I had been dreading. It was time for Helpless.

I made it through most of the song and then we got to part where Pippa walks down the aisle. I felt like I was sweating buckets.

Pippa sang the last line as she stood in front of me. I smiled at her and she leaned in for the kiss. It was short and sweet and magical and fantastical and everything a kiss should be.

We pulled away and I heard Anthony start the intro to Satisfied. As Pippa and I walked over to the side of the stage, she whispered “you are doing amazing” to me.

The rest of the show went great and there were barely any mistakes. It was now the end of the show and we were doing our final bows.

Then before I knew it, the rest of the cast had taken a step back from me so I was in the front. Then I heard Pippa talking into her microphone.

“Let’s give it up for our first female Alexander Hamilton, give it up for Y/N. A Modern-Day Mulan” she said, I could see her smiling.

I took another bow and waved to the audience. Their cheers were deafening.

Then we all walked off the stage together. I quickly ran to the bathroom before I went to my dressing room. Then I was walking to my dressing room and I saw a bunch of people crowded both around and in my dressing room.

They saw me walking toward them and they all started to cheer. “So you playing Hamilton now?” Anthony asked me, slinging his arm around me.

“One time only, Lin asked me to do it” I told them all. “I really thought I was going crazy when you walked out. Don’t tell Lin, but you may have been better than him” Daveed said, and all of us started laughing.

“Now I have an onstage wife” Pippa said, hugging me from the side. “Here’s to Alexandra Hamilton” I said, earning laughter from the rest of my cast mates.

Most people left one by one and went back to their own dressing rooms. I noticed that Pippa stayed behind.

“That was some performance that you put on out there” she complimented. “Did you like it? It wasn’t too weird was it?” I asked her, we both sat down on the couch together. “No, it wasn’t weird at all. I loved it” she told me. “So I guess according to the theater code of conduct, we’re stage wives now” I said, giggling to myself.

“That’s not so bad. You’re a pretty good stage wife” she said, smiling at me. At this point, I felt her hand resting on my knee. “Pip, would you like to go out and get dinner sometime?” I asked her. “I would love that, I’m so glad you finally noticed that I liked you” Pippa said, laughing.

“Wait what? You liked me? How was I supposed to know that?” I asked her, shocked. “Are you kidding? I made it so obvious” she told me. “Well I made it obvious that I liked you” I told her. “Yes you did, but I wanted you to notice that I liked you back” she said, smirking.

“You knew this whole time and never said anything?” I asked her, in shock. “Of course I knew, but what can I say? I love to scheme” she said, giggling. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.

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Hiii! Can I request something? If so... Prompt: pippa x reader. Pippa offers a back massage to her tired friend the reader, but then regrets it once she sees the close proximity it puts her next to the love of her life. So now she's almost shaking especially when she grazes her bare skin by her neck. You choose how it goes, but please let it have a romantic and fluffy arc. Thank you!

this took me some time to get to! hope you like it i was stressing over it but it’s really cute imoalso is it a drabble if it’s 1.7k words???no warnings apply i think

Here was the thing about Phillipa and you: the two of you wentback to Julliard when you two had been put together as roommates.She’d been in the acting program and you’d been involved a theatertech program. She’d gone on to get involved in something calledNatasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812 and you yourself startedpicking up odd jobs in various theater companies that needed help toput on a show. Occasionally you helped on her project, but for themost part you were freelance and not contracted out to anyone. Andhere was the thing about being involved in the behind the scenes workas a stage technician: it was exhausting.

You knew it would be exhausting yet you loved that about the job because it meant that not a single moment went to waste. Doublechecking lighting rigs, running around the stage to make sure thateverything was in its place… all it was pretty tiring. So it wasno wonder that you’d eventually developed a crick in your neck andyour back felt like you’d dropped a thousand pound weight on it. “Ithink my back is broken,” you complained to Pippa. The one thingthat hadn’t changed from Julliard to now was the fact you were stillroommates. The two of you just got along in way you never thoughtpossible. “I’m pretty sure I’m dying. Make sure my browser historyis cleared.”

She laughed, that same twinkling laugh you’d always loved. “I’mcertain you’re not going to die,” she said, plopping herself nextto you on the couch. She hesitated briefly, her eyes tracing alongyour neck and you didn’t eve notice. “If you like, I could give youa shoulder massage? I bet that’ll help.”

“A massage sounds great,” you said as you leaned back againsther with a bright grin, trying your best to ignore how nicely you fitagainst her. Phillipa was amazing with her hands, as it turned out.She didn’t need much further permission than that. “God, the stagemanager for this show was a real prick, too. He couldn’t make up hisdamn mind where he wanted one of the larger parts of the set – Idon’t even know how to describe it. And it weighs a good hundred andseventy-five pounds too. Carrying it was insane. And I would’ve hadit too – this stupid guy came along and stood in my way demanding Ilet him help me move it! So I dropped it on his foot by mistake causehe wouldn’t move no matter how much I yelled at him to get out of myway.”

You didn’t notice her eyes darting down to your bare arms or hercheeks turning red as she realized how close she was to you. What youdidn’t know was that Phillipa had been harboring feelings for yousince Julliard when she first entered the dorm and saw you assemblinga bookshelf on the floor of the dorm. And she’d been gone ever since.But she didn’t want to risk ruining the friendship. She’d rather haveyou as a friend than as nothing else. “Yeah,” she said, shiftingslightly as she thought about how you’d most likely be able to lifther up. “No wonder you’re so exhausted. You poor baby.”

You gave a soft sigh, nodding. “Very exhausted,” you saidsoftly.  Here’s what Phillipa didn’t know: you’d been crushing on herever since she entered the dorm room the two of you shared. Her kindeyes had drawn you in upon first sight. But you weren’t eager to makethings weird with a roommate situation the two of you would be stuckin and after the two of you became friends, you didn’t want to muckup that friendship. Her friendship meant the world to you. “Infact, all I can think is how some wine would be great.”

She nodded slightly, pushing you away to get up and rush over tothe fridge. “I just got this amazing shimmery wine,” she said,holding up a bottle with a red, shimmering liquid inside it beforeturning to grab two wine glasses. “I thought we could try ittogether.”

A shimmering wine with a  shimmering woman. “That soundswonderful,” you said, a slight hitch in your voice. “I mean, youcould tell me all about this musical you’re workshopping at thePublic. Rumor has it that whatever you’re working on is going to bebig.”

“Can’t really tell you much. But I can make sure you’re on thelist for previews come January 20,” she said with a light grin asshe handed you a glass full of the shimmering liquid and pouring aglass for herself. It was easy to get the guys who stood in your wayand treated you like some delicate little flower with her around. Shewas like pure sunshine.  “But when you see it, it’ll blow yourmind. It’s a bit wild, though. Most of this we’re literally learningthe same night Lin writes it.”

“That sounds exhausting,” you said as you took a swig of thewine with a slight grimace – it was much sweeter than you’d prefer.Then again, you thought as you looked at Pippa, maybe sweet wasn’t sobad. “Is that why you’ve been so busy lately? I feel I rarely seeyou anymore.”

“You’re one to talk,” she said with a slight smirk and youblushed – it was true. Between each of the demands of the plays andmusicals you’d gotten involved in, you were barely able to squeeze infifteen minutes to sleep. You were lucky the apartment the two of youchose was in the theater district – even if the main reason youwere barely home was to make rent. “I wish you’d let me pay more ofthe rent. I can handle it. It makes me sad to see you so overworked.”

You shook your head – Pippa was already generous enough when itcame to the rent. It was embarrassing enough that you barely couldcover your half. The idea of letting Phillipa pay more had came upseveral times over and the argument always ended the same way. “Ican’t let you do that. I mean, here you are massaging my shouldersand bringing me wine. I feel like I was taking advantage of you if Ilet you pay more. Maybe we should just get another roommate.”

You could never understand why Phillipa was so against the idea –the two of you clearly needed a third to cover the rent. What youdidn’t know is that Pippa didn’t like the idea of sharing yourdowntime with anyone else. “Absolutely not,” she said, farquicker than she’d like to. “We’ve talked about this already,”she started again, this time more gently. “I thought we agreed thatwe have… a sort of… chemistry and adding to the dynamic mightthrow the roommate flow off.”

Her cheeks turned bright pink at the mention of chemistry and yetyou barely noticed it. “It’s just that the rent keeps going up andwe never know if our next paycheck is going to come in. We work intheater for god’s sake,” you said in annoyance. “It’s not likewe’ve got steady television jobs going for us. Bringing in a roommatewho can be counted on to pay rent isn’t the worst idea in the world.I don’t know why you’re so against it! I’ll even have theroommate in my room if the idea of sharing a room is so awful toyou!”

“I’m not against sharing a room,” she said, getting up fromher spot on the couch and turning away from you. You hated when shedid that – it felt like she was doing it specifically to hidesomething big from you. “I mean, I’d rather share a room with youthen let some stranger be in your room where you could get hurt. It’sNew York City – I don’t want to share the place with someone wedidn’t know.”

Your cheeks heated up at the idea of sharing a room with Phillipa– you’d had nice dreams relating to that idea right there. “Well,with any luck, they’d be like us and we’d never see them anyway,”you said, standing up and setting your wine down. You realized yourtolerance must be lower than you remember – your head was alreadyspinning “We’re struggling, Pip. Having a roommate, even if it’stemporary until something pans out proper for us, will help. And thenmaybe I wouldn’t have to be riskin breaking my back carrying huge setpieces all over a stage!”

“It’s not that I want you to risk hurting yourself to make rent!Of course I don’t,” she said as she spun around her, her dark eyesthrowing you off guard – you couldn’t read them like you usuallycould. And she was so close, so much closer than you expected. Youtook a step back. “I just… I don’t… I don’t want to share,okay!”

“You’re being childish,” you said, reclaiming your ground anddrawing yourself up to your full height. “I mean, you share withme! What’s wrong with sharing with another person? What is the bigdifference between me and someone -”

You were cut off the minute her lips were on yours and your eyeswent wide. You thought the imaginations you had of kissing her wouldbe similar to reality but you realized very quickly you were wrong.You could taste the wine still left on her lips and traces of herlipstick. The shock wore of quickly as your own eyes fluttered closedand you reached up to cup her cheek, the other hand on her waist. Youquickly pulled her in closer. You weren’t certain if seconds,minutes, or hours had passed before the two of you broke apart. “Idon’t wanna share you,” she finally said softly.

“Sounds reasonable,” you said softly with a grin. “Though ifwe get a roommate, we can give them my old room and we could share aroom.”

Phillipa’s twinkling laugh was still every bit as beautiful –perhaps even more so on the other side. “I suppose we wouldn’t wantthe second bedroom to go to waste.”

[stargazefearless]

Baking

Warnings- none

Requested- no

Ship- pippa x reader

"What do you mean youve never baked?!" Pippa asks in disbelief

You're currently sitting in the schuyler sisters dressing room during the gap between shows with Pippa, Renee, Jasmine, Anthony and Thayne.

"I mean I don't really cook.. Thayne cooks" you say pointing at your roommate

"That's true" he nods "but she does all the washing and cleans up after I cook"

"Fair trade" Renee laughs

"Nope no way" Pippa says "we're gunna bake, mark my words we will!"

"We don't even have a proper kitchen here" you explain

"Well then you can come to mine but we will bake!" She grins as they call for places, giving you an escape from that conversation.

It's not that you don't like Pippa, on the contrary, you REALLY like Pippa. That's what the problem is. You're in the ensemble for Hamilton and she plays Elizabeth Schuyler, she's so beautiful and her voice is incredible. You've had a crush on her since the first day you walked in here.

Yeah she's beautiful but she's also so kind and sweet and-

"You're staring again" thayne nudges you from the other end of the sofa "think about your lover again?"

"She's NOT my lover!" You says blushing deeply "I'm going to bed.."

"Alright alright" thayne laughs "okay night darling" he smiles softly as you go to bed

"Hey! (Y/N)! Wait uppp" Pippa calls after you when you get to the theatre the next morning "I was thinking of making cookies do the cast to celebrate the last show of the year... you wanna come over to mine tonight and bake with me?" She smiles

"Um.." you say completely overwhelmed

"You don't have to.." her face falls

"No! No I want you" you say quickly "sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night, so we're baking?" You smile, panicking on the inside

"Yeah! So I was thinking.." she starts to explain all the different kinds of cookies she's wanted to try and then to make everyone their own special cookies and then special Hamilton cookies and you smile, wondering how adorable and perfect one person can be..

"Oh that's places! Okay so we'll get a cab together after the show and we can bake!" She smiles, eyes glittering with excitement

"Okay" you smile happily as you go get ready to do the show

"You look awful happy" Thayne says when you meet up during the interval

"I'm going to Pippa's house tonight" you smile, a light blush adorning your cheeks

"No way!" He squeals

"It's not like that!" You say

"I thought baking was the new Netflix and chill?" He teases

"Oh my god shut up, were on soon" you say getting into your positions for the second half

After the show you head back to your dressing room with the other ensemble girls to change into your street clothes before knocking on pippas door

"Pippaaaaa" jazzy grins when she opens the door "it's for youuuu"

"Hey!" Pippa smiles happily "ready to go?"

"Have fun!" Renee yells which makes Pippa blush

"Let's go" she mumbles and shuts the door quickly, leading you down the hallways and out of the stage door. You both sign a few autographs and take pictures before getting a cab to her place. "So it's kinda messy but I swear I tidied up last night! Just incase you said yes" she smiles softly putting her coat and bag away

"So cookies?" You smile looking around

"Yes! Okay so here's the recipe, if you wanna call out ingredients and then I'll get them and we can measure" she smiles and gathers ingredients as you call theme

"Can I measure them?" You smile eyeing the scales

"Of course!" She smiles and greases the pans while you measure out all the ingredients "so I got these Star cutters that we can do black and gold for Hamilton and then some pretty candy canes and Christmas tree shaped ones as well so if we make a few trays of each there should be more than enough for everyone"

"Oooh I want a star" you smile excitedly as she follows the recipe with you and mixes the batter. You put them in the oven once you've put them into trays

"You've got flour on your nose" she giggles and wipes it away

"You've got some on your cheek" you reply wiping it away, your hand resting on her cheek gently

"Whoops.." she whispers, not breaking eye contact, she begins to lean in when when the oven time goes off "uh.. I'll take them out!" She says quickly grabbing her oven gloves and sets the cookies on a cooling rack while you put out the next batch of cookies to bake and put them in the oven.

"Let's ice!" She grins and gives you a piping bag "I'll do the white and you do the red" she smiles and you both start icing the candy canes while the Christmas trees bake

"Oh I do I do i dooooo" Pippa sings as she ices the last cane "girl you got me helplesss" she hints smiling at you

"I look in your eyes and the sky's the limit" you sing back as she comes closer, just as you're about to kiss the over timer makes it appearance again

"For gods sake" she mutters and grabs it to turn it off before she takes the trees out of the oven and pus the stars in

"Uh I'll do the green, you do the coloured dots?" You mumble awkwardly and get to work on the trees. Once they're done the timer goes off and you take the stars out. Just as you're about to start icing the gold Pippa spins you round and grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you into a passionate kiss

"Fuck the stupid timer" she whispers

"Fuck the stupid timer" you nod and press your lips to hers happily

[halo-of-honey]

Concrete Jungle

Daveed Diggs x Original Fem. Character

Synopsis: Emerson O'Connor has always dreamed of playing in a Broadway pit orchestra. After fleeing Boston to move back home to New York, she is approached by Lin and her whole world changes. But moving to a new city to get away from her past may not be as simple as she originally hoped.

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Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Chapter Two: Living Arrangements

That Sunday morning, I put on a nice outfit -- a navy blue floral dress, mustard yellow cardigan, and knee high brown riding boots -- and made my way to the train station early. I used my commuter pass to catch the express train to Grand Central Station. While I sat on the train, I watched out the window with a new perspective. I was 26 years old and finally... finally fulfilling my dreams. I thought after I moved back to New York from Boston because everything there fell apart that I was stepping backwards. But it seemed it was quite the opposite.

I loved taking the train. It was one of my favorite things. Especially into New York, since I hadn’t ever gotten to do it that often when I was a teenager. All my friends would go down to the city in groups to see concerts or just be tourists. But my mom never let me go. So when I did, it was a treat. I was fascinated by Harlem. All the street art and basketball courts. It was a completely different world that had only ever been a few hours away. Then the train would plunge into darkness. As my eyes adjusted, I could make out the subway tunnels as we trundled by.

I followed the crowd of people exiting the train about two hours from curtain. I breathed in the stale stench of the underground and train exhaust. I loved it. It meant I was back. It meant I was here. Where I belonged. I made my way up to the street and decided what I wanted to do. Lin asked me to come by the theater an hour before curtain, which meant with travel time I had about thirty minutes to do whatever I wanted. I decided to catch an Uber to the Nintendo store and kill time playing some games on their massive TV.

When it was time to walk over to the theater, I was feeling really good. I tried to ignore the slight sense of creeping anxiety as I pushed my way across Times Square. I never liked big crowds, but I knew I’d have to get used to it eventually. When I got to the Richard Rogers, there was already a long line of people waiting outside. All eyes were on me as I went up to the entrance doors and knocked to get the attention of a young woman standing a little ways inside. She came over to the door and cracked it open a little.

“Hi, I’m Emerson O’Connor. I’m here to see Lin.” I said as quietly as I could. The girls at the front of the queue were focused intently on me and I didn’t want to make it seem like if they just went up and knocked they could get in.

“Oh! Yes, yes. Come in quickly.” the girl said, pulling me inside.

She shut the door firmly behind us and then headed over to the ticket counter, “Hey, Candice, can you page Lin? That girl is here to see him.”

I waited in the lobby for a little while before Lin burst through a side door in jeans and a grey hoodie, “Em! My bestie! You made it!” he said cheerily, coming over to hug me.

“Yeah, of course.” I said.

“Come! Come! Everyone is so excited to meet you!”

“Everyone?” I asked nervously.

“Oh yeah! Come mami !”

I followed him back through the side door into a long hallway. At the end it turned a corner and I could suddenly hear voices and singing. I trailed behind him and he turned suddenly into the first room. I was immediately greeted by a room full of voices. It was a mix of words and it took me a moment to get them all sorted out. When I did, I realized I was standing in front of the majority of the cast and crew.

“Em! Meet Alex!” Lin said, tugging gently on my arm to steer me towards a tall man with curly hair and dark neatly trimmed beard.

“Emerson! Yes! It’s so great to finally meet you!” Alex said, holding out a hand for me to shake.

I took it and shook firmly, “Yes, you too.”

“I was watching some of your YouTube videos. You’re ability with the cello is very impressive. Were you also playing some other instruments on those tracks? Or were they synthesized?” he asked.

“Yes, actually...” I started. “I started on violin when I was little. I also play bass, a little ukulele, and piano. Though I can’t say I’m very good.”

“Awesome! Very cool. Well, I am so excited to get you started. I can give you a copy of the score a little later, so you can get to work.”

“Great, yeah. I’d really like to get a headstart.”

“Of course! I’ll get it to you before you head back home tonight.”

“Okay, so now everyone!” Lin said, satisfied I had met Alex. “Everyone! Meet Emerson! Our new cellist!” he announced.

I turned my focus back to the rest of the room where all eyes were on me, “Hello, everyone!”

‘Everyone’ waved and then a few people scattered. Clearly Lin had made as many people as he could come to greet me whether they had other things to do or not. A few people came over to introduce themselves including some of the ensemble members and the pit bassist. Lin insisted I meet some of the main cast members and dragged me over to where they were all convened on the couch together. I stood there feeling slightly flustered as Lin gave me all their names at once.

“You have such a pretty name, where does it come from?” an Asian woman named Pippa asked me, her smile glittering and beautiful.

“Oh, well my parents both really loved Emerson, Lake, and Palmer. But it also derives from Emer, who was the wife of this wicked cool Celtic warrior.”

“Wow! That’s so cool!” she said.

The lights in the room flashed and I checked my watch, 45 minutes to curtain. The room started emptying, people excusing themselves to head to their dressing rooms to get ready for the show. Lin decided this would be a good time for me to see the pit before he had to leave me himself. So he pointed me in the right direction, told me to come find him in his dressing room after the show, before I cautiously made my way back down the hall and through a door into the theater. Alex had his head sticking out of the trap door in the pit and he smiled when he saw me come in.

“Emerson! Come see your new home!” he said, waving me over.

He pointed to the door and I let myself in, shutting it behind me. It was a small pit, there weren’t very many live players since it was half pre-recorded beats anyway. Most of the musicians were already there, getting warmed up and tuning their instruments. Alex showed me where I would be sitting, close to the back corner of the room next to the bassist and a violinist. I introduced myself and was sincerely thanked by the violinist, who had been covering some of the cello parts on a viola in the interim. With only ten minutes to curtain, Alex showed me how to get up into the private box where Lin had reserved my seat.

I sat there alone, reading through the playbill until the lights dimmed. The music started like a explosion and I could already feel myself getting emotional at the thought that soon I would be a part of it. I tried my best to divide my attention between the music and the acting but found myself quickly getting overwhelmed. Every break between songs was enough time for me to recompose myself. I was thankful I had stuffed a pack of tissues into my purse. By intermission I was practically leaping out of my seat, ready to get started.

When the show was all done, I headed to the bathroom to reapply my makeup since I had managed to cry most of it off through the closing number. When I went to go through the door to the dressing rooms, I was stopped only until I explained my situation. Then they quickly apologized and let me pass. I headed down the hall, past the green room and then started reading the names on the doors, looking for Lin’s. I found it at the very end of the hall and knocked gently on the closed door.

“Who is it?” he called in a sing-song voice.

“It’s Emerson.” I answered back.

“Oh, come in, mami ! Come in!”

I hesitated for a second before pushing the door open to his small dressing room. A massive L shaped couch was crammed in one corner facing his dressing table and there was a shelf stacked with books and a small TV set up with an xBox. Lin was stretched out on the chaise, already in street clothes, playing what looked to me like Destiny. When I went to shut the door again he shook his head.

“Nah, just leave it open and come chill.” he said, patting the couch next to him.

When I sat down, he passed me the controller, “Do you play video games?” he asked.

He was playing some quick matches, which were easy enough. I had only played Destiny a few times on other friend’s consoles, so I wasn’t incredibly good. But I was definitely holding my own. “Oh yeah, mostly PlayStation though.” I said.

“What did you think of the show?” he asked eagerly.

“It was incredible. I don’t think I’ve ever cried over a musical more in my life. And I’ve seen Phantom and RENT live.” I answered.

“I’m so glad you loved it! That’s so exciting. I think you’re going to be really happy here.”

I glanced away from the TV to smile at Lin, “I think so too.”

Suddenly someone appeared in the corner of my vision at Lin’s door, knocking on it, “Hey, I wanted to ask you about that change you were talking about for Lafayette?” they said to Lin, clearly not noticing me sitting there.

“Oh yeah! For sure.” I had just started a new match and had commandeered a sparrow, taking off to find a good sniping position to try out Lin’s high level sniper rifle. Lin started talking like my being there was commonplace, “I think in Yorktown it might be cool to play Lafayette a little more cocky. You know, man? Like...he got all his French brethren to help us. I think he would be more proud of that.”

I glanced up from the screen for just a moment to see a tall man with wild curly hair, a neatly trimmed beard, and big lips looking directly at me, “Right, of course.” he said, responding to the suggestion, eyes dragging back to Lin.

“Oh! Daveed! Duh! This is Emerson, our new cellist. Sorry, I forgot you hadn’t met yet!” Lin said quickly.

“How’s it going?” Daveed said, smirking at me.

I tried my best to look at him to respond, but I had died and respawned right in the middle of the map where it seemed every player from the other team just happened to be camping out. “Good, sorry...fucking game...right in the middle of...OH NO YOU DON’T!” I shouted at the TV as a guy tried to sneak up behind me and mele me. I heard Lin and Daveed laugh as I spun around to kill that guy, only to be shot by someone from across the map. “Fuck!”

“Wow!” Lin chuckled.

I put the controller down on the couch, “Sorry, excuse me.”

“It ain’t no thang, chica .” Lin said, picking up the controller for himself.

When I looked over at Daveed, who was still standing in the door, he was looking at me intensely. I stood up and took a step so I could shake hands with him, “Hi, I’m Emerson. It’s nice to meet you.”

I wasn’t especially short, but Daveed seemed to tower over me. His hand engulfed mine when he took it, shaking it gently as if he didn’t want to crush it, “Nice to meet you, too. So you’re joining our crazy little family here, huh?”

I nodded, “Yes, soon hopefully. I was just fired from my last job so...soon.” I answered.

“You were fired?” Daveed asked.

Lin laughed behind me, “Oh yeah. And it was my fault too.”

Daveed raised an eyebrow, “How was it your fault?”

“Her theater put on In The Heights last week. I went to go see it, fell in love with her, so I went to offer her the job here. Apparently word got around her company and people got pissy. So her director fired her.” Lin explained for me, not looking up from his game.

“Is that right?” Daveed said.

I nodded, “Yeah, completely ridiculous. But maybe it was meant to be.”

“Maybe...” Daveed said smokily, something sparking deep down in his umber eyes.

“I promised Em dinner, do you wanna join us, D?” Lin offered, finishing his match and standing up to return the controller to the shelf.

Daveed shook his head, his curls undulating around his head, “No can do, man. Not tonight at least. Promised Rafa I’d work on some Clipping tracks with him tonight.”

“Oh is he in town?”

“No, we’ll probably Skype or something. But he’s getting antsy to hear the new stuff.”

“It’s cool, it’s cool.” Lin said.

“Well have a good night, you two.” Daveed said. He smiled down at me, flashing teeth, “Emerson...”

“Daveed.” I said, feeling my ears getting hot under his gaze.

Daveed left and I could feel Lin grinning behind me, but I chose to ignore him. When I turned around he had already moved on, shuffling around his dressing table gathering his wallet and other belongings. Once he was satisfied he had everything, I followed him out of his dressing room back down the hall. He poked his head into every room that still had people in it, seeing if anyone wanted to join us for dinner. In the end, everyone but Alex had plans already, so it seemed it would just be the three of us. We called an Uber and Alex handed me a thick, one inch binder that held the cello score.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll have a hard time picking it up.” Alex assured me. “From what I heard about your performance of In The Heights , this will be a cake walk.”

The Uber arrived and we hurried to climb in before anyone noticed Lin. I was sandwiched between the two men and I opened the score to flip through some of the pages, “Oh for sure. My high school always used professional level music. So I’m used to it. We never played the arranged stuff.”

“Did I tell you? Em’s a total boss. She ripped open a callus during the performance and kept playing!” Lin raved.

Alex chuckled, “I remember you telling me, Lin.”

I shut the binder, “I’m really excited to get started. But I still need to find a place to live.” I said.

“Oh yeah! I did look into that!” Lin said.

The Uber pulled up in front of a restaurant and we clambered out onto the sidewalk. I followed the men inside and a host led us to a quiet round booth at the back of the room. I slid in, yet again flanked on both sides by the two gentlemen and tucked my purse and the binder down by my feet. Before we could even get into what Lin had looked into, a waiter came over to take our drink orders. Lin ordered a beer, Alex a glass of red wine, and I ordered a Jack and Coke. Once the waiter was gone, Lin pulled out his phone.

“So I don’t know what your budget is right now, but I have a handful of options.” he started, scrolling through his phone. “There’s a studio open in Harlem where my friend lives for $950 a month. I think one of the lighting guys was telling me his building had a vacant apartment for twelve hundred. And then Daveed mentioned the other day that he had an extra room at his place he was willing to rent out for $450.”

“Daveed as in the Daveed I met earlier?” I asked.

I could feel Alex’s smug smile, “Yeah yeah. He's got a tiny brownstone up near the tram for Roosevelt Island. Nice place.” He said.

“Well uh...I'd have to think about it of course.” I mumbled, not sure how I felt about the flush creeping up my neck or the way Alex and now Lin were smiling like they knew something I didn't.

“Of course of course! Just let me know what you want to do and I can put you in touch with whomever.” Lin said. Our waiter came back with our drinks and while the men weren't looking I took two big gulps to calm my nerves. Lin turned back to me, “I know I’ve asked a million times. But I’m just too damn excited. When do you want to start?”

“Well I suppose I could make the commute a few times this week before I figure out the living situation. When is the next rehearsal?” I asked.

“Pit has a rehearsal this Tuesday morning and I think we have a full rehearsal on...Friday morning?” Alex asked Lin.

“Yeah Friday morning.”

“Okay. Then I guess I'll start there. If we decide I'm comfortable enough with the music after Tuesday I'll see about making the commute for the shows in between.”

“That sounds perfect.” Lin said, smiling.

The men launched into a conversation of their own, leaving me to retreat into my own thoughts. While all of this was very exciting and I was ready to get back to work, it was also still somewhat overwhelming. The options Lin had given me for places to live were tricky. The place in Harlem was definitely out of the question. I had never lived in the inner city so it might not be safe for me, a skinny white chick from upstate. The other place was much too expensive for what I could afford right away. I only had about three grand saved up since I was still paying off student loans and my car. But then there was Daveed’s tiny brownstone.

On the one hand it wouldn’t have been the first time I lived with a man. But it would be the first time I lived with a man I knew nothing of. Granted even that was debatable. The only college roommate I liked had been my best friend Kevin and then I lived with my ex, then boyfriend for two years. But I left Boston for a reason and while I had been living with my mom and her boyfriend for the last three months, I was sort of looking forward to living alone again. $450 a month was a hard offer to pass up. By the time dinner was served, I decided maybe it wouldn’t hurt just to get some more information. Make a final decision from there.

Alex caught his own Uber home after dinner and Lin insisted on going to the train station with me. We stood on the sidewalk outside the station after our Uber dropped us off, “So do you have any thoughts on your living arrangements?” Lin asked with that knowing grin again, as if he was reading my mind.

“Well obviously Daveed’s offer is the most logical choice financially. But honestly I need a lot more information and time.”

“Well that’s fair. Should I pass on your number?”

I was glad for the darkness to hide my flush, “Actually if you could just ask him if it’s alright for me to get in contact with him. I think that would be best.”

“Whatever you need to do.”

“Thanks Lin. Really I mean that. I owe you everything.”

“Em, mami , you deserve it. You really do, just let the love in.” he said, putting his hands on my shoulders.

“I’ll try. I’m still working through...things.” I said.

“Well go home, get some sleep. We’ll see you on Tuesday.”

He hugged me and let me go into the station. I boarded the next train north and found a seat on the side that would be closest to the river. About halfway home I received a text from Lin.

- Texted Daveed. He said go ahead

Another text came through with a phone number. I saved it to my contacts then put on headphones to zone out for the rest of the journey. By the time the train pulled into Cold Spring station, it was almost 10pm and I wasn’t feeling like going home quite yet. The air was close and warm for this early in spring, thick with a fog that was rolling in through the valley. I decided to go for a drive, wandering around until I ended up down on the docks of the Hudson River. I sat there wondering what to do.

At midnight, I pulled out my phone to stare at Daveed’s number. I wondered if I should text him. It was very late and I didn’t want to wake him. But the curiosity was killing me. Why had he offered his home so generously to someone he didn’t even know? He clearly hadn’t seen me before or he would’ve recognized me in Lin’s dressing room. So it wasn’t about appearances. But the way he had looked at me...no, that was nothing. Was Lin’s word worth that much? I knew I needed to let it go for the night and headed home to bed.

[azurajay]

I would like to know anything about the ocs u are willing to share who are they where are they from why does one of them have a tail why so many crosses

OHMYGODD HI HELLO HI I HONESTLY DID NOT EXPECT AN ASK AT ALL FROM THAT UEUEUE you are also literally my first ever ask so thank youu u so much for that im so excitedhsjdfgjkfjg

This might end up a long post so apologies in advance, I will try to keep it minimal ksdjk

OKAY okay so the baker lady in the first drawing, her name is nancy, she is the one with the tail<3 she's a mermaid!! if youve ever seen the tv show h20, her mermaid abilities are like that, in that if she touches an amount of water she undergoes the transformation. but unlike in h20, she was a mermaid First before she was human, she just lives more as a human now because she wanted that experience instead, and runs a lil bakery :DD

she wears the bandana on her head to cover some of her hair post-mermaid transformation, because it turns her hair Pink and it takes a day or so to go back to brown again. she also gets scales that show up on her skin, so she dresses accordingly after she's spent time as a mermaid so that they're hidden sjdkfgj but her group of friends help to keep her secret too :]

the whole story is set on this (made up) tiny island just off the south-ish UK coast in the 80s (but both time and place are kept relatively vague throughout), and that's where all of the characters are from!!

as for the crosses, one of the staple centre pieces of the island is the church!! pretty much everyone on the island was brought up religious, but in the story, one of the main characters (elias) and any of the other teens/young adults who are also on the religious side focus more on the saint of the church, st. eudocia. this leads to some uh,,, Interesting characters, one being the man with the cross earrings at the centre of the poster plan drawing (his name is greysen), who has a slight obsession with the saint figure and is attempting to reach immortality to be on her level !! fun !!

this causes a wholeee lotta trouble which is essentially the domino for the overarching plot so i simply will not go into all of that, but basically the boy in front of greysen (elias) is lead to believe his brother teddy (the guy Behind greysen) is dead/has been killed, and funky murder mystery shenanigans ensue :DD

(elias actually ends up being sort of "chosen" by st. eudocia, much muchhh to greysen's anger (which again leads to trouble) but elias has always looked to eudocia for guidance and to praise so it's sweet. she's got his back.)

teddy is also the one with the glasses in the first pic, and he's with jackie - i imagine that's not long after him and jackie meet, and teddy's taken him over to see nancy, who's one of his rly good friends!! :DD

then the second pic is during a moment when nancy is having a Rough Time following the news of teddy's death, and lars shows up to check on her, and they have a moment of quiet together as lars helps her bathe. they make me soo :((((

I JSUT REMEMBERED I HAVE THIS IMAGE okay so here is a Labelled Diagram of who everyone is :DD

greysen is the leader of the little evil-doers gang, consisting of pippa, sadie, and harywn, and then teddy is the leader of the little good guys gang consisting of lilith, nancy, lars, and jackie :D (both gangs need official names i just simply cannot think of anything yet <\3)

lilith is teddy's longterm childhood bestie, and they end up partly framed for teddy's death, which (alongside teddy's disappearance) is cause for turbulance btwn teddy's lil group - which is also something that plays into that second drawing with nancy and lars :(

BUT this image completely misses out elias' childhood best friend, toni, who is the most endearing little guy<3 the two of them spend an obscene amount of time together, and they work on dumb lil pranks and projects all the time. (this,,, gets offset by the disappearance of teddy, and the introduction of a new friend that toni makes, alongside greysen-induced-factors, drives the two apart at the lowest part of the story, but Fear Not because i hate sad endings, everything gets resolved<33)

this is her!! :D

okay now in favour of keeping this from getting any longer than it is, i will end it there, but i need you to know that pippa and sadie are in love. that is all.

but also seriously thank you so much for the ask, i really didnt expect anyone to see the post at all, let alone send an ask, so it means a wholeee lot ;-; thank you for lettin me ramble about my funky little guys :]]]