#hamilcast fanfiction

[froggywritesstuff]

Eye F*cking | Anthony Ramos

pairings: Anthony Ramos x male!reader (he/they pronouns for reader) (he/him pronouns for Anthony)

warnings: swearing, gay panic, not proofread

A/N: I promise this isn’t NSFW or anything like that, sorry if the title is misleading

Y/N hastily dialed the number on their phone, anxiously waiting as it rang.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” the familiar voice on the other end of the phone  greeted them.

“You’re sick?!” they asked in a disgusted tone, “What do you mean you’re sick?!”

“I mean, I’m sick,” Lin explained, as if he were talking to a toddler, “You have to go on tonight.”

“Wh-what... you can’t just be sick!” Y/N stuttered, stalling to avoid the inevitable outcome of having to perform as Alexander.

“Turns out I can.”

Y/N rolled his eyes, despite Lin not being able to see it, “Well, I can’t go on tonight.”

“You kind of have to...”

“What if I was sick, huh? What would happen then?”

“You’re the understudy, you can’t get sick. And I know you’re not sick.”

“Bullshit, what if I was dead? What would you do then?”

“I don’t know,” Lin sighed, “Look, I know it’s hard, but you gotta go on tonight. You’ve done it in rehearsals plenty of times, you’ll be fine.”

Y/N anxiously tapped the side of his phone. It wasn’t so much the rapping or performing that had them nervous, but the person they had to perform with.

Y/N had rehearsed all the romance scenes tons of times, and sharing a kiss with Pippa while pretending to be her husband and the father of her children, making out with Jasmine and standing dangerously close to Renee while pretending to be in love didn’t faze him too much. It was more the Intense Gay Stares™ he had to do with Anthony.

At every rehearsal, Y/N would end up a flustered mess the second he made eye contact with him, so they guessed that staring at him as if they were secretly lovers in the American Revolutionary War would result in him passing out due to a panic attack.

He had seen Lin and Anthony do it effortlessly every show, so why did it make Y/N so nervous?

Could it have been because they actually wanted to be secret lovers with Anthony Ramos? Who knows.

"So can you go on tonight?" Lin asked, his voice snapping Y/N out of his thoughts.

Squeezing their eyes shut, Y/N nodded, a pained look on his face, "Yeah... I can."

"Great," Lin said, sighing in relief, "You're a life saver, Y/N. Break a leg."

Sighing, Y/N hung up the phone, "I wish my leg was broken."

Y/N then begun pacing around their apartment. That had always been the best way to find solutions to problems that he had been overthinking.

Unfortunately, an hour wasn't enough time for a solution to magically appear, when Y/N got another phone call.

The caller ID was labeled Anthony R.

Y/N had thought about changing it to something else. A nickname he had thought of for him, and of course the random idea of adding an unnecessary heart emojis next to his name-because he definitely didn't like him like that. But he had shut down those ideas the minute they were thought of, wanting to dismiss the silly fantasy of actually forming a relationship with someone he could barely talk to. He didn't even remember how or why he got his number, considering they never texted if it wasn't for work.

Before he could stop himself, Y/N had answered the call, "He-hello?" Y/N rolled his eyes at his own stutter, thankful that Anthony couldn't see.

"Hey, Y/N/N, it's Anthony,"

Heat rushed to Y/N's cheeks at Anthony's nickname for him. He had no idea how he came up with it, considering the two barely talked, but Y/N wasn't complaining.

"Hey, wh-what's up?"

"I'm guessing you know that Lin's sick, and he can't go on, right?"

Y/N hummed 'yes' in response, the fear of stuttering and making a bigger fool of himself got the better of him.

"So, you'll have to go on tonight, right?"

"Uh-huh," Y/N spoke, the nervous tone becoming clearer.

"Great," Anthony sighed in relief, confusing Y/N slightly.

Was he really happy that he was performing tonight? Shaking his head, Y/N shook it off, he was probably just imagining things.

"Would you mind meeting me at the theatre soon? I wanna talk to you about something- before it gets crowded with other people."

Y/N felt his heart rate pick up, "Sure, how soon?"

Y/N mentally congratulated himself, 'no stuttering!'

"Half an hour maybe? So then we'll have about twenty minutes before everyone else gets there. If that works for you."

"Yea-yeah, that works. Ha-half an hour works."

'never mind.'

"Great! I'll see you there,"

"Yup." Y/N said, hanging up as soon as the word left his mouth.

'What could Anthony possibly want to talk to me about? And why does he not want anyone else there?' 

All Y/N knew was that they would have to magically get used to all the stares in a matter of minutes before they had to see Anthony.

______

”Hey Y/N/N,” 

Y/N whipped his head around, their heart pumping fast when they were met with Anthony’s warm smile. Everything about him made Y/N feel better. Sure, he was a flustered mess when Anthony used their nickname ever so casually, and he felt like his heart would burst out of his chest whenever he saw his smile, but it still made him feel better in a way.

”Hey,” they stammered out, mentally cursing himself for stuttering, “Wha- uh… what’s up?”

Y/N’s eyes shifted to Anthony’s fingers fiddling together. He had never seen him do that before, but he guessed that it was a nervous habit or something. Gosh, Y/N could never imagine Anthony seeming nervous. The guy always radiated confidence. Then again, Y/N was barely capable of keeping a long enough conversation with him to make assumptions like that.

"Lin mentioned that you were worried about one of the- well, a lot of the scenes that we have to do together as Laurens and Hamilton."

Y/N awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding Anthony's gaze like he had grown so accustomed to doing so, "He-he mentioned that, did he?"

How would Lin have known about it? It's not like Y/N went around advertising their weird little problems. Then again, he wasn't known to be the most subtle guy in the world. 

Anthony gave a small nod, "Yeah, he did. A-and I was wondering if you'd wanna get in some practice? We haven't been the best at eye f*cking in rehearsals." 

If Y/N's heart wasn't racing before, it definitely was now, "Wh-what?"

Anthony's eyes widened, holding up a hand as if he were trying to gain a wounded animal's trust, "O-only if you want to. I don't wanna psych you out before you go on, I just thought you might want to practice."

"Huh? No, no, I'm fine with practicing, it's just..." Y/N paused, looking around suspiciously as if someone were listening in on their conversation, "What did you say?"

"Eye f*cking?" he suggested, as if it were a normal, everyday phrase.

"Yeah." Y/N nodded, eyes widening at how casual it shouldn't have sounded despite Anthony saying it so casually, "What's that?"

Anthony squinted at them, "Do you not remember?"

"I think I'd remember what eye f*cking means." Y/N muttered, growing worried with every second of not knowing what 'eye fu*king' meant.

Eyes furrowed together in confusion, Anthony paused, deep in thought, "Wait... Oh man, you mustn't have been there that day..."

"Wh-what day? What day did 'eye f*cking' become a normal phrase?!"

"Hey, it's nothing to worry about," he reassured, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder, as if that would calm him down, "It's just a joke we all came up with when we were talking about how gay John and Alex were. Like, how they stare for so long?" Y/N nodded hesitantly, letting Anthony continue, "That's eye f*cking."

Y/N's mouth fell open slightly in shock, "I'm... so mad at myself for not realizing that earlier."

A laugh escaped Anthony's lips, "Hey, don't worry about it. But, do you still wanna practice?"

"Uh..." Y/N paused, mentally debating the situation. It was either get used to the stares then, or on stage and in front of hundreds of people, "Su-sure. What song should we do first?"

"Well, 'Story of Tonight' probably has the most eye f*cking in it, so we should start there?" he suggested, though it came out as more of a question, as if he were asking permission from Y/N.

Y/N felt his heart pick up once again, "Yea-yeah. Good idea."

Sensing his worry, Anthony spoke up, "If you're nervous, just don't think about it too much. Try and think of it as just out characters."

'I can do that, right?' Y/N thought, nodding nervously as Anthony pulled out his phone, trying to find the backup track he practiced with.

Despite being nervous, Y/N loved performing as Alexander. He would always use theatre as an escape. A distraction. As a way to be someone else. And Alexander was a very good distraction from the nervous mess of a person Y/N had come to be. Yes, he was an asshole. (Y/N had mentioned it countless times before, if he could go back in time to meet any historical figure, he would meet Alexander, just to punch him in the face.) But that was apparently the someone Y/N loved to be instead of himself.

"Ready?" Anthony asked, the music ready on his phone.

Y/N nodded, taking deep breaths before beginning to sing, "I may not live to see our glory... but I will gladly join the fight... and when out children tell our story... they'll tell the story of tonight."

Anthony's eyes widened, his cheeks reddening slightly. It had been so long since they had rehearsed together, he had forgotten how much he loved the sound of Y/N's voice.

"Let's have another round tonight," Y/N sang, signaling for Anthony to sing next.

"Raise a glass to freedom, something they can never take away. No matter what they tell you..." Y/N felt his cheeks heat up as Anthony placed his arm on his shoulder, staring deep into his eyes as he sang, "Raise a glass to the four of us. Tomorrow there'll be more of us. Telling the story of tonight."

"They'll tell the story of tonight," Y/N sang, feeling a pang of disappointment when he had to walk away from Anthony.

"Raise a glass to freedom, something they can never take away,"

"No matter what they tell you,"

"Raise a glass to the four of us," Y/N felt his cheeks heat up as Anthony sang, gazing deep into his eyes.

"Tomorrow there'll be more of us," they sang together, arms wrapped around his shoulders, "Telling the story of tonight."

"They'll tell the story of tonight." they finished singing, staring deep into each others eyes.

'It's John Laurens. It's John Laurens. It's not Anthony. It's John Laurens. God, John Laurens was probably hot though-' Y/N repeated in his head in an attempt to calm himself down.

Clearing his throat, Y/N pulled away as the music finished, their cheeks burning hot.

"That was great," Anthony exclaimed, sending Y/N a bright smile.

"Thanks," he whispered, "I understand the term eye f*cking now."

Anthony laughed, making butterflies swarm in Y/N's stomach, "Seriously, you did great. I-I forgot how good of a singer you were."

"Heh, thanks. Yo-you did great too."

The two stared at each other as a comfortable silence settled around them, small, content smiles on their faces. Y/N actually felt calm around him for once, as if his heart wasn't racing at the speed of light from just making eye contact with him before.

A moment passed, when Anthony's hands began fidgeting again. A slightly nervous look flashed on his face, when he opened his mouth to speak, "Y/N, I never got-"

Whatever Anthony could've said was quickly interrupted by the door bursting open. The pair looked up to see a very stressed looking man standing in the door frame, a small sigh of relief leaving his mouth when he saw Anthony.

"Ant, thank goodness," he sighed, walking through the door to come closer toward Anthony, "We have a problem."

"Can it wait, Ryan?" Anthony asked, trying to hide the annoyance in his tone, failing horribly.

Ryan huffed, "Unless you wanna go out on stage with a hole in your costume."

Sighing, Anthony faced Y/N, "I guess I'll talk to you later."

Y/N just nodded, trying not to let the disappointment show in his expression.

Walking toward the door with Ryan, Anthony turned back around to face Y/N, "You did great by the way," was all he could say before he was practically dragged the door, the loud slam preventing him from saying anything else.

Y/N sighed as he was left alone in the large, quiet room.

'Thanks, but it's not that hard to pretend that I like you.' Y/N thought, rubbing his eyes with the palms of his hands, as if that would cure all of the stresses he was feeling.

Now wasn't exactly the best time to come to some sort of terms with his feelings.

______

"Sorry for interrupting you two, I-I had no idea you were rehearsing together."

Anthony sighed, before sending Ryan an apologetic smile, "Don't worry about it. We had pretty much finished up, and the only thing I would've done in there if I had been there any longer would be make a fool out of myself."

Ryan raised an eyebrow, somehow still keeping his focus on the tear he was fixing up in Anthony's costume, "So you two were just rehearsing in there?"

A confused look found it's way on Anthony's face, "Yeah?" he answered, though it came out as more of a question, "What else could we be doing?"

"Anthony, I grew up reading Wattpad fanfiction, I could make a list on what you two could've been doing." Ryan explained, a small smirk on his face.

"Gross," Anthony mumbled with a roll of his eyes, ignoring the way his heart rate sped up.

"I'm just saying that it seems like there's something more going on between you two."

Anthony sighed, "Y/N... No, I-I doubt he sees me that way. Plus, he probably doesn't want to get into a relationship with one of his coworkers."

Ryan huffed in frustration, "Whatever. Your costume's fixed."

"Oh, thanks man," Anthony said, stepping away as he offered a thankful smile toward Ryan.

"My pleasure. Also, my job." he added, pursing his lips, before his tone went slightly more serious, "But seriously, you should talk to him more."

"Ryan-" Anthony sighed, before getting cut off.

"I'm serious, Anthony. You don't have to marry them, just talk to him more."

Sighing, Anthony sent a sarcastic smile toward Ryan, "You're very annoying, you know that."

Ryan shrugged, "I'm persistent."

______

Y/N anxiously approached Anthony as he was waiting near the stage.

"Hey," he said, greeting him with a nervous smile.

"Hey, Y/N/N, what's up?" 

Y/N had no idea how such a simple nickname could give him so many butterflies, "Uh, I just wanted to see you before we started." Y/N instantly cringed at what he said.

'Just wanted to see you before we started? Who says that? Jeez, I can't have one conversation without being weird can I-'

"Oh, thanks Y/N. I actually wanted to see you too."

"Really?" Y/N asked, feeling their heart rate speed up.

"Yeah," he began, beginning to fidget with his hands again, "I know I said that we should just separate ourselves from our characters for the performance, but..."

"But what?" Y/N asked, waiting for Anthony to finish his sentence.

Anthony sighed, shaking his head quickly before forcing a smile, "Never mind, break a leg out there."

Y/N nodded, a rush of nervousness and excitement filling their body when the lights began to dim, "You too." he whispered, before turning around to leave.

______

Though the show ran just as usual, Y/N couldn't but feel like he had done the impossible. All the scenes he'd use to dread, all the eye contact he would use to somehow subtly avoid all the time, he had made it through like it was nothing. Was he having the biggest gay panic on the inside? Of course. But did anyone else know that? No. And that was good enough for Y/N.

Y/N quickly made his way back to the dressing room, not wanting to run into any of the cast members that would most definitely want to question him about the scenes he did with Anthony, and he somehow got through them so calmly, something they had never seen before.

With the door of the change room locked, Y/N finally undressed from their costume. They sighed peacefully, finally having a moment to breathe without being stressed out, or without being interrupted by someone-

Y/N's shoulders slumped in disappointment at the sound of the knock at the door. He hung the costume on the rack and walked over toward the hanger, placing it on the rack. While slipping into their pair of jeans, he finally asked: "Who is it?"

"Anthony." he answered back.

Y/N instantly felt heat rise to their cheeks, eyes widened. In a state of panic, they harshly gripped onto the metal clothes rack, which resulted in their hand slipping and falling to the ground, their head hitting the metal with a 'thud'.

"Shit," they hissed, groaning as they quickly tried standing up.

"Everything ok?" Anthony asked, the concern clear in his voice.

Y/N's eyes widened as they saw the handle shaking, looking down at their bare chest, "Yeah! Everything... everything's good. I, uh..." they squeezed their eyes shut, rubbing the back of their as they tried thinking up an answer, "Do you... do you mind coming back later?"

"Oh, sure. You sure you're all good though?"

"Uh-huh." Y/N uttered quickly, looking around the room for their shirt. With no response, Y/N sighed in relief when they figured Anthony had left.

When they found their shirt crinkled up on the floor, they picked it up with a frown, but wore it nonetheless. Fortunately, they had remembered their hoodie, which would thankfully cover the crinkled mess of a shirt they wore. With their things packed up in their duffle bag, Y/N proceeded to exit the change room, opening the door to be face to face with Jasmine, who had a bright smile on her face, despite most likely being exhausted, “Oh hey Jazzy, what’s up?”

”Just wanted to say that you did great out there!” she gushed, making Y/N smile even more.

"Thanks, Jazzy. You were too."

Jasmine chuckled, "Thanks, but I meant you did great with Anthony."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the mention of him, pretty much knowing what Jasmine was going to ask, "Wh-what?"

"You know, with all the intense, loving staring you guys had to do. To act that calm whilst your crush is staring at you like he's secretly in love with you is pure talent. I thought you would've fainted from the way he was looking at you." she explained, shrugging slightly.

"Wait, what? Y-you think I'm into him?" Y/N asked, stepping inside the door frame more.

Jasmine nodded slowly, squinting at the man in front of her, "You mean you're not?"

"No!" Y/N cried, the crack in their voice telling Jasmine everything she needed to know.

"Right..." she mumbled, before turning around to call Pippa and Renee who were chatting just down the hall, "You guys think that Y/N likes Anthony, right?"

"Think?" Pippa asked, a confused look on her face.

"Who doesn't?" Renee asked, her expression matching Pippa's.

"What?!" Y/N demanded, his voice raising eight octaves higher.

"Oh, come on, you're not exactly subtle about it," Jasmine explained, a small smile on her face.

"Ye-yes I am!" Y/N stammered, his grip on the bag strap tightening.

"You're always so flustered around him."

“No I’m not!”

”It’s ok Y/N,” Renee began, “I’m sure there’s tons of people who like him the same way.”

”Bu-but I don’t-“

“Y/N?” 

Y/N jumped, poking their head through the door space to see Anthony standing in the hall.

”Hey,” they replied, ignoring how Jasmine, Renee and Pippa stared at them with wide smiles.

”Um, can I talk to you? I-if you guys are done…?”

The women in front of Y/N all nodded happily, before walking off, smirking at Y/N and Anthony, despite the hard glare Y/N sent them.

When they were out of Y/N’s sight, he walked fully through the door space, greeting Anthony with a smile, “What’s up?”

”Y/N, I have something to tell you." Anthony began. Y/N couldn't help but notice his hands fidgeting together again. It had to be a nervous thing.

"What's up?"

”Um…” he mumbled, looking around at all the people walking through the halls, bustling to get out of the building, “Do you mind if we go somewhere more private?”

Y/N’s cheeks instantly heated up, but instantly suppressed those thoughts and gave a small nod, letting Anthony lead the way outside and behind the building. It was dark, the only light provided was the fading light bulb in the street lamp. Though Y/N was still able to make out Anthony’s face and all the gorgeous, gorgeous freckles that covered it. Y/N would’ve felt unsafe if it weren’t for Anthony. Despite almost never talking to him, he had formed some sort of bond with him during the performance and rehearsal time.

”So,” Y/N began, rocking their heels on the ground, swaying slightly, “What do you need?”

Anthony felt his heart rate speed up. He couldn’t even describe how adorable that one simple thing was to him. But he knew he needed to tell Y/N before anything else happened. With a deep breath, he spoke, "Lin... never told me you were nervous about those scenes."

"What?" Y/N's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his feet stopped rocking.

"I... I kinda just wanted to do that scene with you, not in front of hundreds of people for once. Just with you."

Y/N just stared at him, his head tilted to the side in confusion.

‘Fuck he looks adorable like that,’ Anthony thought.

“Why?"

"Because, we never talk. We never hang out. I thought you wanted nothing to do with me."

"I just don’t understand… you could’ve just asked me. I would’ve said yes.”

Anthony sighed, “Well it’s not like you acted like you liked me.”

’Finally someone gets it!’

“You never talked to me. You always avoided me like you hated me.” Anthony explained, “I gave you my number hoping you would use it and talk to me more, but when you never did I just thought you didn’t like me.”

“Wha- I don’t hate you! I-I didn’t call you because I though you only gave me your number for work shit. I thought you only gave me your number cause you thought you had to. I didn’t talk to you because I thought you didn’t want to talk and I didn’t want to bother you! A-and I avoided you because…” Y/N trailed off, staring down at the ground, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Probably wouldn’t be the best idea to say ‘I avoided you cause I really like you and I’m afraid to be awkward and make a fool out of myself, also you’re really fucking hot and I get flustered really easily’.

”Why? Di-did I do something wrong? Why did you avoid me?”

Y/N was unable to make out Anthony's tone. He seemed frustrated, upset, and desperate at the same time somehow. Anthony's shoulders slumped in disappointment, a sad sigh leaving his mouth as he turned around to walk away. Y/N opened his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Instead, he just watched as Anthony walked about a meter away, before turning back around, meeting Y/N's eyes.

"I thought you were gonna stop me." he mumbled.

"Wait, what?"

Anthony sighed, walking toward Y/N, "I thought you were gonna stop me dramatically, like in those movies, you know?"

"Wha- what movies? What movies have you been watching?"

"You know," he began, a small smile forming on his lips, "The ones where they do this."

Y/N's heart beat so fast, he thought it would shoot out of his chest as Anthony cupped Y/N's face with his hands, gently pressing his lips onto his.

The kiss was short, barely lasting two seconds before they both pulled away, but it was still one of the best feelings either of them had ever experienced in their lives.

Y/N's cheeks flushed with heat as they met Anthony's face, "So those kinds of movies."

A/N: I swear I didn't mean to make this 4k words and 12 pages (that's a lie lol). the ending was kinda rushed, but I'm tired and it's good enough

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[hamimagines]

Mr. Brown Eyes (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

This ended up being way longer than it was supposed to and I had to split it into two maybe three parts oops I’m sorry

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Warnings: head trauma, anger, teen pregnancy, and the 90s 

Request- “SO SINCE YOU DO BASICALLY ANYTHING can u write one with teenage lin and numbers 14 and 55?? thanks, i love your imagines”

14- “You did WHAT?”

55- “That’s it. End of discussion.”

A/N -(The first time I got this I misread the prompt with something about pregnancy but then I couldn’t get the idea out of my head so here you go

This is only my like fourth time writing Lin I need to write him more)

Song- I Like It -- We The Kings Spotify/Youtube

Words- 3,408

The way you’d met Lin had been perfectly imperfect. 

You were laying out on the sidewalk outside your school’s front door. It felt nice to just soak up the sun’s rays for a few minutes. Freshman year was stressful, and you needed a moment away from people. No one was bullying you, yet, but it was hard to talk to new people without constantly feeling like you were making a damn fool of yourself. 

You just wanted to think for a bit, but then a sharp pain shot through your brain, rendering you incapable of thinking of anything. You ears started to ring, and you sat up groggily. 

“Oh...oh my god!” You heard a voice. “Holy shit, I mean-fuck. Are-are you okay? Oh my god, I killed you.” 

You squinted your eyes open. Suddenly, the sun wasn’t comforting and warm anymore. It was too bright and made you nauseous.  A blurry face appeared in front of you. You saw one hand-like shape reaching toward you. 

Your vision started to clear, and you saw a pair of concerned brown eyes staring at you. You blinked, and the face attached to them came in focus. “I’m so fucking sorry.” The stranger's hands were fluttering around your head lightly. He was a lanky guy with a head full of bushy dark brown hair. 

“What happened?” you asked. Your voice didn’t sound like your own. 

“I didn’t see you laying in front of the door, so when I opened it, it hit your head pretty hard.” The man pulled his hand away and winced. “Shit. I think you’re bleeding. Can you stand?” 

The nausea in your stomach said no, but you were tougher than that. “Yeah, I think so.”  Mr. Soft Brown Eyes nodded and grabbed one of your hands. He braced his other arm against your back and pulled you up. The second you were up, you keeled over and vomited. To your surprise, Mr. Brown Eyes didn’t back away disgusted. He held onto you and made sure you didn’t fall over. Your knees gave out so your hero tightened his grip on you. 

“Okay. Okay, you’re alright.” You grabbed onto his bicep trying to balance yourself. “Here. It’s clean I promise.” He handed you a tissue that he pulled from his pocket. You quickly wiped your mouth with it. Part of you was embarrassed that you had just thrown up in front of a cute boy, but you were so queasy you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Mr. Brown Eyes looked down at his watch. “My friend has a car and an off period right now. We’ll take you to the hospital.” He pulled a phone with a long antenna out and started dialing. You couldn’t say anything, so you leaned into him for support and closed your eyes. 

You heard the man say something about meeting him by the car and then he hung up. “Hey,” he said gently, “Try to keep your eyes open.” You slowly pulled your eyes open. It felt like there were weights hanging off your eyelashes, and the sun was so bright. Mr. Brown Eyes pulled another tissue out of his pocket, and you wondered how many this guy kept around. He must have seen your confusion because he gave you a lopsided smile and said,” It always good to be prepared.” 

You nodded, but then motion made you feel dizzy so you quickly leaned against him again. 

“Is it alright if I carry you?” your stranger asked. 

“Yeah,” you replied simply.

“Okay.” He pressed the tissue against your head. “Hold that there if you can,” he commanded. You placed your palm over his hand which stalled for a moment before slipping out from underneath you. He bent slightly, picking you up princess-style. You felt sick at the motion, but once you were safe in his arms, your stomach settled a bit. 

“I’m gonna ask you questions like they do in the movies, alright?” He started to walk forward. 

You laughed ever-so-slightly. “Okay.” 

“What’s your full name?” 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you replied. 

“Cool. I’m Lin,” he added. “What year is it?” 

“1995.” 

“Where are we right now?” 

“Manhattan.” 

“Who’s the president?” 

“Bill Clinton,” you said in a fake Southern accent. 

Lin laughed and nodded, “Congrats, you passed. Alright, I’m gonna set you down now. You can lean against the car if you need. Steve should be here soon.” Lin set you gently on your feet. He checked your wound before meeting your eyes. “How are you feeling?” 

“Nauseous, dizzy, like I want to take a fucking nap.” Laughter bubbled out of Lin, and you found yourself smiling too. “Sorry.” 

“No, it’s fine. Swear all you want; I don’t fucking care.” 

Another teenage boy came jogging up to you and Lin. “Hi,” he said, slightly out of breath. He was about as tall as Lin but not quite as thin. His hair and skin were both much lighter than Lin’s. “I’m assuming this is for you.” He handed you an ice pack. You smiled gratefully and pressed it against your head. 

“Okay let’s go, Steve,” Lin said nervously. You were absolutely certain that he was more nervous about your state than you were. Steve ran around to the driver side and unlocked his car. Once he could, Lin opened the backseat door and helped you sit in the middle. He climbed in next to you. 

“Seat belts?” Steve asked from the front seat. 

“Oh my god, will you just drive?” Lin said impatiently. 

Steve paused for a moment before clearing his throat. “Seat belts?” he said again. Lin groaned dramatically and rolled his eyes, but you were giggling quietly. Lin helped you buckle in and then did the same to himself. “Thank you, sir.” Steve smiled at you two through the rear view mirror and started his car. 

“Here let me.” Lin grabbed the ice pack from you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and bent his elbow so he could press the cool bag against your head. You laid your head on his chest and closed your eyes. “Just make sure you don’t fall asleep,” he whispered. 

“Mhm,” you answered half-heartedly. Lin chuckled, and you felt it vibrate through his chest. Maybe it was the head trauma, or the blood loss even, but you felt very calm in Lin’s arms. 

Steve and Lin’s hilarious banter kept you distracted in the waiting room of the Urgent Care section, and before you knew it, your name was being called by the attendant. Lin stood up with you. “Can I go with her?” he asked her. 

“Are you family or a guardian?”  Lin shook his head no. “Then I’m sorry, dear, but you can’t.” 

“I don’t mind,” you interjected quickly. 

The nurse gave you a sad look. “Sorry, dear. If you’re not eighteen, it’s not your call to make.” 

You looked down. “Oh, okay.” 

“I’ll be waiting out here when you’re done,” Lin said with a comforting smile. 

“Okay.” You grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze before turning away. The nurse, whose name you learned was Jackie, put her hand around your shoulder and guided you into a room where she started to take your temperature and blood pressure. 

“Have you called your parents yet?” 

“No...” you said sheepishly. That probably should have been the first thing you did. 

Jackie slid a paper and pen to you while the arm cuff loosened. “How about you write their number down while I enter all this into the database, and then you can tell me how this happened.” You grabbed the pen and scribbled the number down. 

You explained what had happened and Nurse Jackie chuckled. “Aw, what a sweet boy,” she commented. 

“Yeah,” you agreed, smiling slightly. 

“Well Y/N, looking at your cut, you’ll probably need stitches. We should also check for a concussion after that, but for now, we can move you into a room to make a little more comfortable.” 

“I’d like that.” 

Jackie had you follow her through a few hallways to an empty hospital room. “I can give you some nausea pills now, or if we wait for your parents, I can give it to you through an IV.” 

Your stomach lurched at the thought of ingesting anything. “I think I’ll just wait for my parents.” 

Jackie nodded and told you that a doctor would come in soon so look at your cut. You were alone in the room for almost ten minutes, bored out of your cracked skull, before there was a knock on the door. Lin stepped into the room. 

Your face brightened at the sight of him. “Hi!” 

“Hey, they said I could come back here now. Steve’s back at school. How are you?” He walked to one side of the bed you were relaxing on. 

“Fine. I need stitches, and I probably have a concussion, according to the nurse. Once my parents get here, I’ll have some nausea medication.” 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said seriously. 

“Don’t worry about it! It’s not your fault I decided to lay down in front of a door like an idiot.” You grabbed his forearm to reassure him. Lin met your eyes a smiled. 

There was knock on the door, and you quickly pulled your hand away. “Guess who’s here, Y/N?” Jackie walked into the room, followed closely by your parents. Your mom came to your side and put a hand on your shoulder gently. 

“I’m so sorry,” Lin started right away, “This is totally my fault.” 

“No. You shut up.” You pointed at him before turning toward your parents. “It’s not his fault. This is Lin. He’s the one who got me to the hospital so quickly.” 

“Thank you for that.” Your dad stuck his hand out and shook Lin’s 

Jackie explained the situation to your parents while your dad filled out some insurance paperwork. Lin stood next to you the whole time, listening intently to the nurse. You watched him without his knowledge. His oversized T-shirt made him look thin, but he’d carried you across half the campus so you knew he must have some muscle under there. Those brown eyes were so soft and kind, and when they flickered to you he smiled. 

The six stitches weren’t terribly painful, and the medication settled your stomach, but you did have a very serious concussion. That meant two weeks of brain rest, maybe more if your condition wasn’t improving. Lin felt terrible because that meant you’d miss homecoming, your first homecoming. You kept insisting that it wasn’t his fault, but he still felt guilty. 

Brain rest was awful. No TV or computer, no reading, no writing, no homework. Your entertainment options were watching paint dry or watching grass grow, except you weren’t even allowed to go outside if the sun was too bright. 

Your days were incredibly boring, except for when Lin came over after school. Sometimes Steve would show up too, but most of the time it was just you and Lin. He would tell you stories about what you missed at school, and when he ran out of fresh drama, he would make stories up just to keep you entertained. 

You got to know Lin extremely well during that time, well enough to develop a crush. You’d never admit that to him at the time, though. It was nice to know that you’d have at least one friend when you went back to school, even if you knew he’d only ever be a friend. 

You were pondering these thoughts late one Saturday night. It was the day of homecoming, and you needed anything to distract you from the thought of Lin dancing with other girls.  He hadn’t mentioned anyone else in your past two weeks of friendship, but you were convinced you’d go back to school to find out that every freshman girl had danced on him and he’d found a girlfriend. 

You groaned angrily and shoved your pillow against your face. Having a crush was bad enough on its own, but having a crush a not being allowed to distract yourself with anything? Outright torture. You were kicking yourself for letting Lin and his soft brown eyes work their way into your heart. 

There was a knock on the door, but you didn’t move to answer it. You were too busy wallowing in self-pity. 

“Y/N!” your mother called to your from the front door. “Someone’s here for you!” You rolled your eyes and got out of bed. As you approached the door, a familiar gangly figure came into focus. 

“Lin? What are you doing here?” It was dark outside so the light from your house seemed to make his skin glow. 

Lin swung an arm out behind him silently. You brow creased, and you stepped outside. Gathered on your front lawn was a small group of students from your school. There were about ten or twelve, some you didn’t even recognize. All of them were wearing suits or dresses. 

“I felt so bad that you had to miss homecoming because of me,” You rolled your eyes, but Lin just barreled forward with his speech,”So I decided to bring you your own homecoming. No bright flashing lights, no loud music, just Steve’s mixtape and some calm dancing. A concussion friendly homecoming in your front yard.” 

Steve stepped forward and smiled at you, clapping Lin on the back. “Lin here could barely keep his mouth shut because he was so excited, but I told him it had to be a surprise.” 

You looked at Lin again. He had a goofy grin on his face, and you noticed his suit was just slightly too big for him. It was adorable. 

“I’m not really dressed for this.” You gestured to your flannel pants and faded summer camp T-shirt. “I’ll just go change quick.” 

“Wait!” Lin said quickly. He grabbed your wrist and turned you back around to face him. “Sorry!” He loosened his grip quickly. “I just...” Lin looked down sheepishly as he spoke,”I’ve waited almost two weeks for this. Please, don’t make me wait any longer.” 

You bit your lip and nodded. Lin clapped excitedly and, to your surprise, ran away from you. He disappeared around the corner of your house. Within seconds, you were flooded with soft yellow light, tame enough that it didn’t give you a headache. Lin came back into your view with a huge grin. All the other students were gazing up at the house and few trees that were covered in fairy lights. 

“When did you do all this? I’ve been home this whole week!” 

“Your mom helped me make sure you were distracted.” 

She was still standing in the doorway. You turned to her with a look of shock. “Don’t stay out too late,” was all she said before she winked and closed the door. Steve walked over to a stool in your driveway and popped a cassette into the boom box that sat on top of it.

Lin was at your side again. He took both of your hands in his and pulled you slightly closer. “Do you like it?” 

You gasped, “Do I like it? Lin, this is amazing! It’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me. I love it.”

Lin bit his lip and stared at you with his big brown eyes, making it hard for your lungs to do their job. “I’m glad. Shall we dance?” 

“Definitely.” Lin held his arm out and you hooked yours through it so he could escort you the few steps to where everyone had formed a dance circle. 

“Now remember,” Steve said in a “fatherly” voice, “No strenuous activities. I made sure to put plenty of slow dance songs on here. You’ll be in good hands,” he said with a wink. Part of you didn’t want to think about the implications of what he said, but then Lin blushed and your heart exploded into schoolgirl crush mush. It was disgusting how much Lin affected you, you thought.

You danced for a bit, with Lin and Steve checking on your state every few minutes, making sure you didn’t have a headache and whatnot. You met a lot of kids from school who’d heard of you even though you’d never met them. Apparently, the story of Lin and your concussion had spread pretty quickly. 

Eventually, one of Steve’s slow songs flooded your ears. You panicked and searched around. Steve had already locked around his girlfriend Abby. Everyone was already dancing with someone. Your heart sunk, but then you felt hands around your waist. 

Lin turned you around to face him. Despite yourself, your jaw dropped slightly. 

“Surprised to see me?” he joked. 

“I thought for sure you would have a date or someone else to dance with.” 

Lin chuckled quietly and pulled you closer. You wrapped your arms around his neck and started to sway with him. “Why would I bring a date to a dance I made for you?” 

You shrugged and look at Lin’s feet. “I don’t know.” 

“Besides, no one can pull off the PJ look like you.” 

You laughed and hit him in the chest playfully. “Shut up.” 

Lin pressed his forehead against yours smiling. “I’m really glad I met you, Y/N,” he whispered. 

“I’m glad I met you too,” you whispered back. Your heart was beating so hard that you were sure he could feel it considering how close your bodies were. Lin took his right hand off your waist and cupped your cheek. It sent shivers down your spine. Twinkling lights were reflecting in his brown eyes which were flickering between both of yours.

“Would you be mad if I kissed you right now?”

Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden question. As your brain raced to catch up to your mouth, you rambled out a response. “Probably not.” You felt your entire body heat up and weight pressing into your chest.

Lin cracked a charming smile. “Is that a no?” 

You shrugged and tilted your head upward so your lips were just a hair away from touching. No longer waiting for an answer, Lin kissed you gently, like he was still nervous about your reaction. You pushed back, taking his bottom lip between yours.  

Lin pulled away and looked at you. You held your fingers up to your lips and giggled. “Mad?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Nope,” you managed to say before he pulled you in again.

Despite how nervous and awkward he was normally, Lin was surprisingly confident when it came to kissing. At least it seemed that way when he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer. Lin’s kiss left you breathless, and when he pulled away again, you kept your eyes closed for a moment to savor the phantom feeling of his lips on yours. 

“Y/N,” You looked into the deep brown eyes you’d grown so fond of over the last two weeks. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Lin asked. 

Your initial reaction was to laugh out of sheer excitement and nerves. Lin’s face fell, but you quickly corrected yourself, “Yes! Yes, I will be your girlfriend! Of course!” 

Lin grinned bigger than you’d ever seen and pulled you into a tight hug. All the student you had come from school started clapping. 

You never thought you’d get your first boyfriend wearing pajamas in your front yard after he’d given you stitches and a concussion, but there were a lot of things that you’d never thought would happen with Lin. 

Things like sitting in an empty bathtub almost two years later clutching a positive pregnancy test while Lin sat on your bathroom floor with his head in his hands.

Highschool, right?

[girlbloggerjqy]

Renewed Family Chapter 3: Airport

Jasmine finally got time to come to California a week before Blindspotting filming in LA. She was excited to see the cast. There was a new edition as well who had some parts. His name was Kobe and he was from the bay area. The cast and him went for dinner and dancing. Him and Jasmine had a little fling in the bathroom. Nothing to serious. Jasmine hated to admit it, but after her breakup with Anthony, she stopped worrying about birth control so her hormones were a little all over the place. They didn’t go very far because of that and it was a one time affair. He still texted her a little bit. She was excited to see the girls since they barely saw each other. She was excited to see Anthony, pity her. 

The plane landed at LAX. She landed with Nala and went to bagged claim. She saw Anthony and the girls waiting.

“Oh boy” she thought.

Anthony couldn’t help staring at her beauty. She was so sexy to him regardless of relationship status. She had a red athelic romper that hunged her curves perfectly and black sneakers. Her curly hair framed her face.

“Hi girl!” She squealed and ran over to hug them. 

“Doggy!” Elena got down to Nala’s level and she licked her feet. 

“You guys are pretty!” Jasmine smiled.

“Thank you!” They both replied. 

“You are too!” Brianna hugged her.

Nala ran to Anthony.

“Anthony.” Jasmine glared. 

Anthony awkwardly pulled Jasmine into a close hug. Jasmine wanted to stay but pulled away. 

“Brianna I love your eyeliner! You do that yourself?” Jasmine made conversation.

“Yeah I practice on my sister but I use this NYX one.”

“You’ve gotta practice on me. Is Anthony treating you guys alright? Not stinking up the house!”

“Uh no.” Elena said. “We need groceries soon though.”

“We can do that. Maybe we can make a list at home.”

They waited for the baggage claim to start. Jasmine noticed Elena looked a little uneasy and was covering her ears. Anthony caught on to it, as well. 

“Elena are you doing okay?” Jazzy asked. 

“I’m sorry I’m not good with loud noises.”

Jasmine frowned.

“Poor thing. Do you want my airpods?”

“If that’s okay.” she replied.

“Of course sweetheart.”

Jasmine pulled her airpods out of pocket and handed them to Elena. She handed Elena her phone and let her pick out music on Spotify.

“Yeah my sister gets sensitive to some noise and sensory stuff.” Brianna said.

“It’s okay hopefully my earbuds help.”

The baggage claim started and Jasmine spotted her bag. She bend over to pick up her luggage and Anthony took it from her.

Jasmine had 3 bags total. Anthony decided to hold all 3 struggling until they made it to the car. Jasmine tried not to laugh. The car ride was mostly quiet. Anthony enjoyed to smell of her perfume. Jasmine was more focused on taking care of the girls. 

“Okay so make you guys can make a list of snacks and essentials we need for the grocery store. Also, I was thinking tomorrow we could go shopping for clothes and stuff. I know you guys got off summer break so you might want some new stuff or we can get our nails done. Maybe Anthony will treat us!”

“Yeah that sounds good!” Brianna stated. “I have some gift cards and I think my mom had some and who is going to use those. If that’s okay”

“ If you guys feel comfortable Im sure your mama would want you to have stuff.” Jasmine said. “What gift cards do you have?”

“Um Nike, TJMaxx, Victoria’s Secret, Forever 21.”

Elena added, “I have some too but I have to check the balance. Also, I collect money I find on the floor.”

Anthony laughed. “You’re gonna be a rich bitch someday.”

“Yeah we might need to use the Victoria Secret for Elena because her tetas are growing in like

the weeds she picked out of the ground.” Brianna teased.

Elena looked at her feet embarrassed.

Jasmine changed the subject. 

“Okay, okay. We can also go to other places to thrift if you guys are into that.”

“You think we are poor?” Brianna laughed.

“No but it’s eco friendly not poor.” Jasmine rolled her eyes and giggled. 

They drove home and they exited the car. Elena returned Jasmine’s devices with a hug.

“Thank you for everything.”

“Oh course baby.”

Everyone went there separate ways. Brianna decided to text her friends. She texted Benito. Brianna had some feeling for him. They had English together and he played basketball. They kissed a few times but they never got in a relationship. He was fairly tall and had dark brown skin and curly black hair. 

Brianna felt comfortable with him. He was outgoing and she liked his friends. Brianna didn’t have much friends. She was beautiful and kind, but people took her the wrong way. Brianna wouldn’t consider herself a shy girl, but rather one to stand off. She wasn’t biased but she could easily read people. Most girls thought she “tried to hard” or was a “hot chetto girl”. Her mom reminded her when she would come home crying from school that girls were jealous and to take every rude remark as a compliment. Brianna definitely got her mother’s glamour. Her mom dressed her up as a child and let her experiment as she got older. Benito texted her.

Brianna: hey

Benito: Hey my family is having a party in 2 days did u wanna stop by and dance

Brianna: Ywah i’ll let anthony know 

Benito: cool it’s from 4pm to how long we can dance 

Brianna: ok cool 

Benito: how are you feeling with everything

Brianna: i’m being strong for my little sister i can’t let her see me cry bc i’m tired of her being sad

Benito: i’m sorry mami❤️

Brianna: thank you baby. i think a party will be good for me

Benito: of course it would 

Brianna: i just need you right now

Benito: i’m here for you anything you need 

Brianna: anything?😩

Benito: hell yeah babygirl 🤤 

Brianna: let me tell anthony real quick 

Brianna giggled and went to her closet. She paused remembering the recent tragedy. She needed to calm down. She found a pink slip dress with little cherries on it. It had white lace trim and she found red platform shoes to match the cherries. It was a little bold but that’s what she was feeling. She went down the hall to find Anthony typing on his laptop. 

“Um Anthony.”

He looked up from his work and smiled. “What’s

up?”

“ So my friend and their family are having a little

cookout tomorrow and I was wondering if I could stop by. They are only a 5 minute walk away.”

“I don’t have a problem with it. I’ll ask Jazzy but what time is it at?

“ It starts at 4pm and whenever you need me back because they party late because we are Mexicans.”

Anthony laughed. “Yeah that’s fine. Did they know your mom?”

“Yeah my mom was friends with their mom.” 

“Oh okay cool.” Anthony sighed. “Jasmine is making dinner so we can ask her then.”

“Okay cool!” Brianna smiled. “Thank you Anthony.”

“Anytime Bree.”

Brianna went back to pick out her shopping outfit. She picked out a black mini skirt with a purple bodysuit. She found her big bambo earrings and her mom’s s nameplate.

“Dinner yall!” Jasmine yelled. 

They all sat at the table except for Anthony because there weren’t enough seats.

“I made salad I hope it’s good.” Jasmine passed the bowl around. 

“ Also the rice has peas and bacon bits. I found the recipe online.”

“This is so good!” Elena said.

“Good I’m glad you all like it.”

They continued eating. 

“Hey Jas. I was wondering if I can go to my friend’s cookout. Their family is coming over on Saturday.”

“Did you usually go over their?”

“Yeah they knew my momma. They live super close and I’ll have my phone on me. Anthony said it was fine but to ask you.”

Jasmine laughed at her eagerness.

“How long are you staying?”

“It starts at 4 and it goes pretty late so when you need me home.”

“Is midnight too late?” Anthony asked for her.

“Damn y’all are both party animals. That’s fine because you are close and you have your phone.”

Elena rolled her eyes. She didn’t like Benito. 

“Isn’t he that ghetto guy you’re into.”

Anthony snorted his water.

“No his sister is going to be there I’m hanging out with her.” Brianna was pissed.

Jasmine laughed at Elena. She loved that kid.

“Look it’s fine with me. You’re 16 and I’m sure you will make smart choices. If his parents are there it’s fine with me. No drugs alright.”

“I’m not doing drugs.”

“I never said you were but I’m just saying.”

Anthony added. “Just text me, Pineapple, if you need me over their alright.”

She laughed. “Okay.”

Elena rolled her eyes.  

“Can I spend the night at my friends Ruby’s house across the street since my sister is gonna party?”

Anthony laughed. “Well if she’s across the street that’s fine because we can get you in the middle

of the night.”

“Yeah they are weird but they have been friends since kinder so.” Brianna said.

“Yeah you girls should have some fun since y’all have gone through a lot. Plus it’s summer vacation!”

They continued to eat. Jasmine caught Anthony staring at her chest.

“Eyes up here.”

Anthony rolled his eyes. Jasmine was excited to have her ex do anything for her. Anthony felt his pants tighten so he thought about gross

videos of things getting slaughtered. He quickly lost his appetite. 

“Alright I’m shower.” Anthony excused himself.

“I’ll clean up.” Brianna said as she collected dishes.

“These next two days will be interesting.” Jasmine thought.

[hamiltonimagines]

Fun in the Sun

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Request: “I'd love something fun, like a day at a beach with Anthony?” - @hj-creates

Word Count: 1k

“Come on babe. Are you done with the sunscreen yet? It’ll be dark out before you’re done” Anthony asked me. “Just hold on a second” I told him, rubbing in the rest of my sunscreen. “But look at how nice the water looks, let’s go swim” Anthony said, trying to persuade me to ditch the sunscreen and join him in the water. “Okay, I’m done now. Are you happy?” I asked him, giggling to myself.

Anthony and I had rented a beach house for a weekend because it was our 5-year anniversary.

Anthony didn’t reply, he swooped me up bridal style and ran into the water with me. The water splashed up on us as he took heavy steps into the water.

“See isn’t this nice? Beautiful water with my beautiful girl” Anthony told me, once we had gotten to a point where the water was at our shoulders. “I was just protecting my skin, so when we're old and married, I will still look this gorgeous” I told him. I wrapped my arms around Anthony’s neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, and held on to him.

“You always look gorgeous” he said, kissing my temple. “I think this is going to be a really nice trip” I told Anthony, nestling my head into his neck.

We floated there for a few minutes, enjoying the peacefulness of the ocean. Then I felt Anthony jump and flinch. “What was that?” He asked, sounding panicked. “What was what?” I asked him, confused.

“I think I felt a snake touch my leg, get out of the water” he said, quickly. I was obviously alarmed by what he had said. I jumped out of his arms and ran back onto the beach, pulling him behind me. I felt like my heart was beating a million miles a minute.

I felt my feet hit the sand, and I fell down onto the blanket that I had laid on the sand. I sat there and breathed for a second or two. Then, Anthony sat down next to me, hysterically laughing. He was laughing so hard that it looked like he wasn’t even breathing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked him, really confused. “There was no snake darling, I was just messing with you” he explained, in between fits of laughter. I gave him a glare. “Are you kidding?” I said, lightly pushing his chest away from me. “Oh you can’t be mad at me sweetheart” he said, placing his chin on my shoulder and pouting.

“I thought we were actually in danger. You gave me a heart attack” I said, rolling my eyes. “You love me and you know it” he said. “Nope, not right now” I said, playing hard to get.

Anthony cupped my face and started giving my whole face sloppy kisses. “Anthony...stop” I said, giggling. “Not until you admit that you love me” he said, continuing to kiss my face and tickle my sides. “Alright alright, I love you. Now stop tickling me please” I begged.

“Are you begging for mercy?” Anthony asked me, not letting up yet. “Yes yes, whatever you say” I said, squirming under his touch. Finally, he pulled away from me and took his place sitting next to me again.

“So do you want to go back in the water?” Anthony asked me. “No, I think I want to read that book that I brought with me. Can you go inside and get it for me?” I asked him. “Of course, I’ll be right back” he said, kissing my cheek and getting up.

I stood up and grabbed the beach blanket and brought it over to the lounger chairs that we had on the beach. I sat down on it and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. The breeze on the coast was kind of chilly. A few minutes later, Anthony returned with my book in hand.

“Here you go love” he said, handing me my book. “Thank you” I said, smiling as I grabbed it from him. Anthony sat next to me on the lounger chair.

He snuggled into my side. “You need something?” I asked him, giggling. “No, I’m just comfortable” he said, closing his eyes. I smiled to myself, sometimes Anthony was the biggest dork I knew.

I opened my book to the bookmarked page and started reading my book. After reading a few pages, I looked down and saw that Anthony had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I giggled to myself and continued to read my book.

After about thirty minutes of reading, I put my bookmark in my book. Anthony was still asleep, so I tried to readjust how I was sitting, so that I could nap with him.

As soon as I moved, Anthony jumped awake. “What’s wrong?” He asked me. “Nothing, I’m just trying to cuddle with you” I told him. “Oh, it looks like rain. Let’s go cuddle inside, we’ll get you warmed up” Anthony told me. We both stood up and walked up to the house, hand in hand.

Anthony went straight for our bedroom, he was really tired from the drive to the beach house. I changed out of my bathing suit, into a hoodie and some leggings. Then, I walked to our bedroom and found Anthony already asleep in bed, curled up in the blanket.

I smiled to myself at how cute he looked. I sneakily took a photo, that I would for-sure use as blackmail material when he wouldn’t do the dishes.

I got under the covers and curled up into his side. His arm instinctively wrapped around my waist and held me tight. “Hi” he mumbled, without opening his eyes. “Hi love, get some sleep” I told him, getting comfortable and closing my eyes.

“If you want to go swim instead of nap, we can go swim” he told me. “No, I’m good right here. And besides, I heard there’s snakes in the ocean” I joked. I felt his entire chest shake as he laughed. Then, we both slowly fell asleep.

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[daveeddiggsit]

No Return

Note: so this is not a new fic. i actually posted it back in 2017 (but deleted all my smut from this blog about a year afterwards haha we love being impulsive). but i’m over myself now, so i’m reposting! a lot of you have been asking about it, so... here you go. posted for all of y’all to enjoy again.

Word Count: 4.7k

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: smut. cursing.

Summary: Diggs loses a bet which results in him owing you a lap dance.

Parties at Rafa’s place were always the best; the drinks were great, the music was amazing, the atmosphere was never dull, but the best part about them were the incredible people that made up each one; you were never bored. There was always something to do whether you were talking to people, dancing, playing drinking games, or just drinking in general. And that’s why whenever you were told that there was going to be a party at Rafael Casal’s apartment, you never turned it down...even if you ended up showing up late.

“Well, look at who finally decided to show up.” You heard a familiar voice say as you walked through the door to Rafa’s place. Daveed grinned widely at you before he slid an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him as you walked deeper into the apartment. “My favorite!”

Daveed was one of your closest friends and if you were being honest, it would have been a lie if you said you didn’t want him to become something more than that. The two of you often flirted and were constantly together (these occurrences happened so often that there were many times people believed you were dating), but neither of you had made a real move. You knew how you felt toward him, and he was giving you signs that he felt the same way, but no true actions were made by either party. So that’s why it stayed the way it was between you two: just close friends who often flirted with each other.

“Aw, I’m your favorite?” You asked, raising your voice so he could hear you over the loud music that was pumping through Rafa’s speakers.

“Uh, yeah,” he stated as if it was obvious, “but don’t tell anyone else. It’s a secret between you and me.” He whispered in your ear as you entered the kitchen.

Yeah, he had definitely downed a few drinks before you got here.

“Diggs, I’m pretty sure everyone heard you when you shouted it.” You laughed as you plucked the cup half-full of alcohol from his grasp, draining it of its contents. He pouted at you once you handed him back an empty cup.

“Y/N, hey! It’s been forever since I’ve seen you!” Adrienne said from beside Rafa who was pouring out a few drinks.

“Hey!” You pulled away from Daveed’s grasp to give her a hug. She’d been away in Canada for the last few weeks shooting for a new project she was working on. “I’ve missed you! Why’d you have to leave me alone to deal with these boys for so long?”

Adrienne laughed while Rafael furrowed his eyebrows.

“Oh, so you didn’t miss me? I see how it is, Y/N, I see how it is.” He feigned hurt, before pushing a couple of newly filled cups towards you and Daveed.

You rolled your eyes at him. “We had lunch a few days ago, Cash, it hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen you.”

“But so much has changed since then.”

You chuckled before taking a sip. “Like what? Did you finally finish that song you’ve been working on?”

“No.” Rafael replied before he smiled at Adrienne beside him. “Unlike Diggs, I am no longer a single and lonely Bay Boy.”

Daveed’s eyebrows furrowed as he cocked his head. “Yo, who said I was lone—?”

“You guys are finally together? Oh my god, congrats!” You cut in with widened eyes.

They both grinned at each other before Rafa leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“Aww,” you gushed, “you two are couple goals already.”

A few seconds passed before you felt Daveed’s arm drape around your shoulders again.

“You know, we could be couple goals too.” He said, looking down at you with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, pushing him away. “Ha, you wish, Diggs.”

You laughed it off because you knew he was too tipsy to be serious. He always flirted with you like this, but why did this time feel so different?

A few drinks later, you were beginning to feel the familiar light-hearted, buzzing feeling course throughout your body, giving you a boost of energy. You had drifted away from Daveed and Rafa to roam through the house and catch up with people you hadn’t seen since your Hamilton days. You were talking with Adrienne and Ari when you heard your name being called from behind you.

“Aye, Y/L/N!”

You turned your head to see Daveed standing next to a table a few feet away. 

“Diggs!” You responded in the same playful tone.

He grinned at you before waving you over. “Come play Flip Cup with me.”

“Really?” You quirked an eyebrow. “You lose every time you play against me, D.”

“I’m feeling confident today. I’ve been practicing.”

You tried not to laugh as you rose from your seat and approached him. “Practicing?”

“Bruh,” Rafa snickered at his friend from the other end of the table. “You played a few games before this and won two in a row. That ain’t practicing.”

You let a smug grin show up on your face as you glanced back up at your best friend. “Daveed, I am the queen of Flip Cup, okay? You can’t beat me. Nobody ever has, and nobody ever will. That’s a fact.”

“I’m pretty sure I can beat you today, Y/N.” He said bluntly. Wow, he was forward when he was drunk. “I have a good feeling about this.”

“Ha,” you huffed out a laugh, “wanna bet?"

“What do you propose, oh mighty Queen of Flip Cup?”

You thought for a second. What was something you knew would make him think twice about challenging you? Something that would make him step down from this newfound cockiness he embodied.

When the idea formed in your head, you sent him a sly grin. “Winner gets a lap dance from the loser.”

You distinctly remembered an earlier conversation with him where he stated that he couldn’t dance. You knew it was untrue due to the times you’d seen him dance at the club or during some of the numbers in Hamilton, but you also knew that the wager wasn’t something he’d necessarily jump on (despite the confidence boost the alcohol had supplied him).

Rafa led the mini crowd that had formed around you in a chorus of “ooo”s.

“Deal.”

You looked up at Daveed in surprise. You hadn’t expected him to agree to the terms so easily.

“Diggs, that means if you lose— sorry, when you lose, you have to give me a lap dance.”

“I know.” He said seriously.

“And you’re good with that?”

“If it happens, which it won’t because I’m gonna win, then yes.” He stated, his mouth forming into a confident smile. “I’m good with that.”

Fine, he wanted a challenge? You were going to give him one.

“Alright, then.” You said, narrowing your eyes at him. “Game on."

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Daveed lost. Badly.

So badly, in fact, that you actually felt bad for him. So you tweaked it so it was the best out of five games...and even then, he still lost.

Oh well, it’s not like you didn’t warn him.

When the third game ended and Daveed realized his defeat, he threw his head back and groaned.

“Aww, don’t be such a sore loser. You lost fair and square, Diggs. ” You teased with a smile, wrapping your arms around his torso to hug him from behind. “I warned you. I told you I was the queen of Flip Cup, but you didn’t listen.”

“Those cups were rigged, Y/N.” He stated, turning around in your grasp so he could hug you back.

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Say whatever you want to make yourself feel better. Nothing’s gonna change the fact that you owe me a lap dance.”

He was quiet for a moment before he murmured something. “You know I can’t dance, right?”

“First of all, yes you can. And secondly, lap dances are different, Diggs.”

“No, they’re not.”

“Yes they are. And if you don’t think they’re different, you dance at parties all the fucking time. You should be able to handle an easy lap dance.”

He lifted his head back up from your shoulder to look down at you. “But Y/N...”

You let out a laugh before you patted his cheek lightly. “You dug yourself into this hole, loser. Guess you’re just gonna have to figure it out because you’re not getting out of this one.”

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The next day you woke up to someone knocking on your door. In sweats and an old t-shirt, you made your way over to unlock it, squinting your eyes to adjust to the bright light. The slight hangover you had wasn’t really helping you get out of your groggy state.

“Daveed?” You asked, realizing who your visitor was once your vision adjusted. “What are you doing here so early?”

He was dressed in a yellow Oaklandish tank top that showed off his toned arms/shoulders and dark blue jeans with a brown belt buckled just enough to let them sit loosely on his hips. You also noticed that he decided to rock his glasses today.

You snapped your eyes up to his and away from his figure that left you breathless. You totally had not just checked him out.

“If your definition of early is 2 o’clock in the afternoon, I think you may need to reevaluate some things and consider fixing that sleep schedule of yours.” He replied with his lips turning up into an amused grin.

“Shut up, I had a late night last night.” You mumbled, turning around to walk away, leaving the door open so he could let himself into your apartment. “And you did too. I’m surprised you’re not asleep right now.” You glanced back at him to see him shrug.

“I had to meet Bill and Jon at the studio at 10. I’ve been up since, like, 9:30.”

“Damn, Diggs, you’re gonna have to teach me your ways.”

“Caffeine.” He chuckled, putting on his signature grin. “It works miracles.”

You returned the smile, before sending him a curious look. “So, why are you here? Not that I mind or anything, it’s good to see you, but you haven’t been over in like a month and a half.”

“Exactly! It’s been awhile since we’ve hung out alone, so I thought it’d be dope if we chilled and watched movies or something.” He replied before he went to ramble on. “I mean— only if you want to. If you’re really tired, I can leave so you can get some more sl—”

“No, no, it’s fine! That sounds great.” You cut him off and placed a hand on one of his toned arms to reassure him. 

“You sure?”

“Yeah!” You responded. “Just let me take a quick shower and we can start in like 20ish minutes.”

“A 20 minute shower counts as a quick shower?” He questioned with a teasing look.

“Yes,” you said, “or would you rather it be 45ish minutes?”

“20ish minutes is good. Have fun with your quick shower. Though, I think it would be more fun if I joined.” A tiny but noticeable smirk made its way onto Daveed’s face.

You laughed when he sent you a playful wink, dropping your hand from his arm to walk towards your room. “You wish, Daveed Diggs.”

“You have no idea.” He mumbled under his breath (inaudible to your ears) before he let his eyes follow your retreating figure.

“Maybe you could set up the movie in the meantime? It’s your turn to choose. The remote’s on the coffee table and you know where the popcorn and shit is in the kitchen. I’ll be out soon. If you need anything, yell.” You said before closing the door to your room.

Daveed sent a thumbs up in your direction even though he knew you couldn’t see it before he made his way to your living room.

Little did you know, Daveed had something else planned.

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When you emerged from your shower, you quickly dried yourself and combed through your now damp hair. After that, you exited your room and entered your living room to see that it was completely dark. Confused, you surveyed the room to look for your best friend, but there was no sign of him at all.

Did he leave? If he did, he didn’t text you or anything to let you know.

“D?” You called out, walking further into the room.

With each step you took, the more you realized how this seemed like a scene from a horror film. You weren’t a fan of them, but a few months back Daveed and Rafael had pretty much forced you to have a scary movie marathon with them.

“Daveed Diggs, I swear to God. If you’re trying to scare me right now, I will—”

You squeaked when a pair of arms snaked their way around your waist from behind. Daveed’s voice had come seemingly from out of nowhere. “You’ll what?”

“Kick your ass.” You glared at him, quickly turning around to push him away. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He laughed, smiling brightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“No, you’re not.” You grumbled, moving to sit on your couch. Daveed followed you.

“You right. It was so worth it.” He grinned at you, causing you to roll your eyes at him. You tried to stay mad at him, but it was damn near impossible when he was looking at you like that.

“We’re not friends anymore.” You stated, crossing your arms.

“What, why?” He asked, his grin dropping into a pout.

“You were mean to me, Diggs! How dare you scare me in my own home!” You were laughing internally.

“Okay, fine. I’m sorry for real this time. What can I do to make it up to you?”

When he asked, you contemplated it for a few moments before you looked up at him with a smirk.

“What?” He asked.

“Well, you still owe me that lap dance…”

He groaned, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back on the couch. “I thought you forgot about that.”

“Nope.” You said, your smirk forming into a smug grin. You had the upper hand now. “How could I forget you losing a bet against me, resulting in a lap dance from the great Daveed Diggs himself?”

After a couple of seconds, he sighed, opening his eyes and tilting his face towards you. “If I do this now, will I win back your friendship?”

“I’ll think about it.” You said, causing him to give you a deadpanned look. You laughed before you spoke again. “Yeah, I guess we could be friends again. But it has to be good.”

Daveed sighed again before he straightened himself up. “I don’t even know how to give a good lap dance, Y/N.”

“Improvise. C’mon, D, you’re great at improv. Treat it like you treat a freestyle. Just go with the flow.” You smiled widely at him.

“Fine.” He said, getting up from his spot next to you. “But I’m only pulling through with this because I like you.”

“Aww, you like me?” You asked teasingly to mask the actual feeling that was coursing through you. You continued to grin at him as he pulled out his phone to scroll through his music library. When he finally settled on a song by The Weeknd, he turned to you once he pressed play.

“Do I start now?”

“Yes,” you laughed. “C’mon, you know how a lap dance works. You’re not a novice when it comes to these things, stop fucking around.”

You could see him smile and rub his arm before he looked away for a second. When he started to slowly sway to the beat of the song, it was extremely hard for you to stifle your laugh. Your best friend was about to give you a lap dance and you could not take him seriously.

He continued to dance to the beat for a bit as he stared you down with a smirk. He was doing this shit on purpose. He was joking around until you couldn’t contain your laughter any longer.

“Diggs, I can’t take you seriously like this. I can—” You wheezed. “I just can’t.”

Your laughter and the slow, sexy beats of the music were the only audible things in your apartment until Daveed spoke again. 

“Are you ready for me, Y/N?” His smooth, low voice washed over you.

You let out yet another giggle. “Don’t make it sound so sexual.”

“It's supposed to sound sexual, Y/N, it’s a fucking lap dance.” He chuckled, now standing directly in front of you.

“Alright, show me what you got, Bay Boy.”

You continued to laugh at him as you watched him, but the moment he straddled your lap, you stopped. His arms were on each side of your head, using the couch to steady himself over you as his hips began to slowly grind against you. That’s when the atmosphere in the room completely changed.

Your eyes widened slightly when you saw him bite his bottom lip in concentration. When you envisioned Daveed giving you a lap dance the night prior, you didn’t think it would be like this...it was flustering you more than you thought it would. Before you knew it, you were struggling to control your movements. Your fists were clenching and unclenching as you so desperately tried to keep them anchored to your sides.

As if he had read your mind, Daveed murmured, “You can touch me, Y/N. Don’t be afraid.”

If you weren’t turned on before, you definitely were now. His gravelly voice paired with his hot breath right next to your ear caused you to shiver, making goosebumps appear across your entire body.

Then, you finally let your hands wander. They traveled up his chest to rest on his shoulders, then back down again to move under the hem of his tank top so you could feel his bare and strong torso. Sure it was a bold move, but the more and more Daveed grinded on you, the less and less you cared. When his tank top rode up to the point where you could see all of his abs, he paused to stand up and quickly get rid of the article of clothing before he came back to straddle you again. 

Your heart was beating wildly in your chest as you looked up at your best friend. He looked undeniably attractive when he was on top of you shirtless and with his glasses on. Every feeling you had ever felt for him came crashing down on you at that moment and that’s when you just about lost your self-control. Part of your brain was screaming at you, saying that you were about to cross a line that you could never cross again...but at the same time, all of your cares had disappeared.

You used your newfound courage to cup Daveed’s face in both of your hands and pull him into a deep kiss. He gasped softly, surprised at the sudden contact, but quickly eased into it. 

You had just passed the point of no return.

You didn’t know what to expect when you decided to kiss him, but it was better than you could have imagined. When you pulled back, his mouth was slightly dropped in awe and one of the sides slowly twitched up into a soft smile. (It was kind of adorable.)

“Daveed, I like you.” You blurted, short of breath.

His face broke out into a full grin. “I like you too, Y/N.” 

“No,” you shook your head, moving your hands from his cheeks down to his shoulders. “I mean like— like like you.”

“I know,” he chuckled. “I mean, I figured given what just happened a few seconds ago. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You shrugged, breaking eye contact with him. You subconsciously traced one of your thumbs across his collarbone. “I was afraid of rejection, I guess.”

“Are you serious?”

“What?” You asked, sounding offended.

Daveed caught your gaze again, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Y/N, I’ve had like the biggest fuckin’ crush on you since Ari introduced us.”

“Wait, really?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “I’m actually really surprised you didn’t notice.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about your crush earlier, Diggs?” You voiced, giving him a pointed look.

He gave you a shy smile when he moved off of you to sit beside you, still facing you. “Same reason as you.”

“You know what? I’m not even mad about not knowing sooner.” You said. “I’m glad we found out like this.”

“You’re just happy I gave you a lap dance with my amazing skills.” He teased with a laugh of his own.

You laughed again, and pushed at his chest so he could lay on his back and let you crawl on top of him to straddle his waist. “Not gonna lie, I didn’t think you had it in you, Diggs.”

His jaw dropped completely as he looked up at you. “But you said that I could do a lap dance when even I said I couldn’t!”

“That’s true, but to be fair, I never said you couldn’t do a lap dance. I just didn’t think you’d do as well as you did.”

Your response brought yet another smile to his face as you leaned closer to him. “I’mma take that as a compliment.” He said softly.

At this point, the song Daveed had chosen had ended a while ago and the lap dance was long over.

“Good.” You responded before you kissed him again.

This one was different from the first. It started off soft, but quickly turned passionate and heated. As your mouths moved against each other, Daveed’s hands moved from your hips up to the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your bare sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The only word you could use to describe this feeling was just complete bliss.

When you reached down to Daveed’s belt buckle, he shivered, causing you to smile against his lips.

Then he pulled away, panting. “Y/N…” he breathed. “Are you sure about this? You don’t have to— fuck.” He cursed as you pulled back completely to unbuckle his pants. “I don’t wanna push y—” 

“Daveed,” You said, before pausing quickly to put a hand on his scruff, tenderly moving your thumb to caress his cheek. “I’m absolutely sure about this. Now please, shut the hell up so I can blow you.”

You smirked when you saw his eyes widen and when you crawled off of him to go in between his legs, you heard a quiet, “Okay.”

Wasting no more time, you removed his jeans and boxers to free his erection. You could see Daveed’s chest begin to rise and fall quicker when you took his length into your hand and pressed a kiss to the tip of it.

“Oh, shiiit.” He drawled softly when your mouth wrapped around him, slowly sucking your way down as far as you could. As you began to bob your head up and down, Daveed’s breathing increased with each suck and occasional flick of your tongue.

Now, he was fully panting. He lifted his head up to look down at you, causing him to groan. After a minute or two, he brought a hand down to move some strands of hair out of your face.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he babbled, “I...I shouldn’t...oh God, I shouldn’t be this fucking close.”

You slowly pulled off of him and he brought you back up to kiss him again.

“You,” Daveed breathed against your lips, “are way too fucking good at that.”

You grinned.

“And,” he continued, “this clothing situation is a bit unbalanced, don’t you think?” 

His thumbs grazed the waistband of your sweatpants. When you nodded, you pulled them down along with your underwear. You moved off of him to take them off completely and remove your shirt and bra, leaving you just as bare as he was.

You climbed back on top of him, straddling his washboard abs, when he ushered you to move up. You obeyed, moving forward an inch or two, but Daveed shook his head and grabbed your thighs, moving you himself.

“Daveed, what are you doing?”

“Returning the favor.” He said simply, bringing you over to his face.

“Oh,” you breathed when you felt his tongue lightly touch your clit.

The man’s mouth worked miracles from between your thighs. Daveed kept you still above his skilled tongue, occasionally giving your ass a squeeze.

“D-Daveed,” you gasped, your mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as his tongue lightly circled your clit before he brought fully into his mouth to suck gently.

This was the best head you’d gotten...well ever, actually. He wanted you to feel the best you’d ever felt and he definitely achieved that.

Before you knew it, you were reaching your high, climaxing as you shouted Daveed’s name, not caring how loud it echoed throughout your apartment. When you crawled back down Daveed’s body, the two of you shared a sloppy kiss as you both breathed heavily.

Although you just came, you weren’t completely satisfied. You still wanted him... needed to feel him inside you.

You moved to position yourself above his cock, but he made you pause before you could do so.

“Y/N, stop,” Daveed panted. “Condom.”

“Don’t need it.” You replied quickly. “I’m on the pill.”

“Oh, fuck yes.” He replied, releasing you so you could resume what you were about to do.

You breathed out a laugh before you slowly sank down onto his length, making both you and him release a groan. 

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” he gasped. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

Your fingers ghosted along his stubble-ridden jaw. “I think I have an idea.”

When you adjusted to his size, you began to bounce and he helped you, meeting each of your thrusts as he guided your hips onto him.

Your lips met Daveed’s yet again and you captured every moan that fell from his mouth, he did the same for you. As your pace quickened, so did each grunt, pant, and moan. You felt your pussy begin to clench again like it had when you came before.

“I’m gonna come,” Daveed said quickly against your mouth.

“Fuck.” You groaned. “Me too, D.”

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He breathed, bringing a hand up from your hip to cup your cheek. “You can do it.”

And you did.

Your walls clenched around him and you gasped, letting your orgasm wash over you in waves. Daveed came shortly after you, and continued to thrust, riding the both of you through your highs.

As you came down and pulled yourself off him, you collapsed, exhausted, halfway leaning on him and halfway laying on your couch. You moved a hand up to rest on his chest again, closing your eyes in bliss as you relaxed against him.

After a minute or two of silence, Daveed broke it.

“Wait, so...does this mean we’re friends again?” 

You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. He was still on that? Wow, what a dork. “After this? Everything that just happened?” You asked bewildered. “God, I hope not.”

“Fine,” he said letting his signature bright smile show up on his face, still breathing heavily. “More than friends?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you grinned widely back at him. You leaned up to softly kiss his jaw before you gave him your answer.

“Way more than just friends, D.”

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THE LAST PERFORMANCE (Breathtaking)

Jasmine Cephas Jones x reader

Summary: Everything that happened with Jaz while rehearsing for the Last performance of the hamilton show.

Word Count: 2573

Warnings:None

A/N: I have no idea what i was doing. Just read it. It’s not so bad 

You were waiting in the backstage for the cast to arrive. You were the first one to get there, but that was part of your job. Well, no job, but part of being a good friend for especially for Lin. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t be here. You met him two years ago when you were returning to your house drunk. You couldn’t walk and he offered to help you. Of course, you were suspicious and were about to call the police, but you recognize him. You were a big musical geek, after all. He drove to your house and make sure you had entered. The next morning he texted you to make sure you were fine (you were completely numb about how he got your number). You became friends and then he became like a big brother to you, always making sure you were good.

However, today was about him and the cast. Today was going to be the last performance of the Hamilton show and you were there to help them with everything they needed. When the Hamilton cast decided to reunite to perform for the last time, you knew you had to get the tickets, they started to sell them 1 year before and you figured you could buy them with no problem, but boy you were wrong. They were insanely expensive, of course, it wouldn’t be a problem if you asked Lin, but you wanted to get it like everyone else. Eventually, two months later, you realised you couldn’t afford them in a million years and the only option was asking him. When you told him, he looked surprised and asked you why you didn’t ask him in the first place, but then, with a sad face, he told you he couldn’t give it to you. You were about to cry when you heard him laugh. You looked at him with a confused face.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Well, because you believed that I couldn’t give you tickets…” You were more confused. So… was he going to give you the ticket?

“So, you are going to give me the ticket?” You said. Your voice was more of a whisper, you really wanted to be there.

“Well, of course, y/n! Everything for you.” He said kissing you in your forehead.

“Thanks, Lin. Thank you soooooo much. Really, thank you.” You were so excited. So happy. Hamilton changed your life. And getting to know Lin, too. He was such a genius. He was your inspiration. “What can I do to make it up for you?”

“Well, nothing” He said “I’m doing this, because you are important for me and Vanessa” You gave him a look that you were not changing your mind and he laughed “Ok, ok. If you insist, you can help us in rehearsals. You know, to check us and telling how it’s going”

You looked at him. You wanted to do more, but you also knew that he wasn’t going to give in. “Ok, Lin.”

He called you two months later, reminding you that the rehearsals were going to start. And one day before they were, to be sure.

“Hey, y/n. I’m calling to remind you that tomorrow-”

“Yes, Lin, I know. Rehearsals. Don’t worry, I’m going to be there.”

“Yeah, but remember you don’t have to. It’s too early and you might need to rest.”

“No, Lin. You are not going to change my mind. I’m going to help. Besides, it’s been a while a haven’t seen the cast and I miss them”

“Ok. You can be late though.” You laughed at what he said and hang up.

You started to think. It was true. You really missed the cast. They were like your family. They’d always joked about how you were their child. Not everyone, though. Anthony and Jasmine said they were too young to have kids. Anthony and Jasmine. Jasmine. Since the first time you laid eyes on her, you knew you liked her. She was so beautiful, so breathtaking. Every time she smiled your heart grew. You were just friends, of course. Nothing was ever going to happen between you. She was with Anthony after all.

The next day you went to the theatre, a bit flustered. You had thought of Jaz all night. In her smile. In her curls when she had long hair and how it fit her face when she had it short. You waited outside for a moment unsure to get inside. You still had Jaz in your mind and even though she was your friend just like Anthony, it hurt a little when you saw them together. They were perfect for each other. Everyone knew that. You knew that. You were still thinking about it when you felt a hand in your shoulder, you turned quickly and saw a freckled face with a smile on it.

“Y/n!” He said. “How long was it? Are you going to help us?” You smiled and before you could answer a voice cut you off.

“You knew that’s the reason, Anthony” Jaz came from behind him and hug you. You felt your stomach jump. She pulled apart and look at you. She was beautiful, with her short hair.

“I wanted y/n to tell me.” Ant reply with a harsh tone. “Anyway, I’m going inside” You frowned as he entered and looked at Jaz.

“Things are not going to well, lately.” She said with a shrugged and a sad face. You looked at her, not knowing what to say. You just gave her a sympathetic look. She walked past you and stood there with no idea of what to do. “You are not coming?” You turned and nodded. She winked and get inside. You felt your breath been taken away.

The next 6 months were exhausting. You had no idea, how difficult it was going to be. You had been in many plays in high school, but it was completely different. Every day you saw the amount of work and effort everyone put in. The cast trying to remember the old steps and learning the new ones. Meanwhile, they were planning the lights so the choreography would look more incredible, and the dressing people were making up new costumes, so they could be flexible at the time the cast were dancing, especially for the ensemble. Also, it was an emotional rollercoaster, with all the stress of making the last performance perfect, everyone was at the edge. Screaming and apologies later at all hours. The most uncomfortable were the ones between Anthony and Jasmine. They would fight and not talk for days. When that happened, you would spend more time with Jaz. She talked to you about how she wanted to things be different. You would listen to her, while staring at her, absorb in every word she would say. You suspected Anthony knew about your feelings, after all, he had caught you staring more than you should at his girlfriend. He didn’t say anything about it, but you knew he knew. And he knew that everyone knew they would eventually break up in any moment. You were sad for them, even though your feelings for Jaz. You remember them as the most loving couple, but apparently, when love starts to fade there’s nothing you could do. That day, eventually came, 3 months before the last performance. They came to the theatre in different times, with sad faces. You approached to Anthony first, to asked him how he was doing.

“I’m fine. I mean, I’m not fine, but it’s for the best. We both know we are not the ones we are supposed to be with” He said. His stare was deep, like he wanted to tell you something more, but decided against it. You approached to Jaz then, she was looking down. You put a hand in her shoulder a move her slightly.

“Jaz? How are you?”

“I’m fine, y/n. I’m fine.” Her voice was shaking, you hug her and she pulled apart. “Don’t. I’m sorry, but I need time to think. It’s better if we don’t talk each other for a while” You looked at her and nodded. You felt the air leaving your lungs and everything was dark for a second. Why she didn’t wanted to talk to you? You turned around and left.

Now, news travel fast. Everyone knows that, so nobody was surprised when an article about the break up appear, but everyone was surprised of the extra information no one knew.

 BROADWAY ORIGINAL CAST MEMBERS ANTHONY RAMOS AND JASMINE CEPHAS JONES BREAK UP

We were shocked when he heard the news. We all want it to be a joke, but it isn’t. The couple Janthony broke up after a long relationship, lefting us heartbroken. We know that you wanted all the details of the breakup and lucky for you, a near friend from the couple told us a few things that has being going on for the last few months. “They were having trouble, always fighting. Every time more instense than the last one. It all started when Ant realised Jaz was having feelings for another person. She didn’t admit it, but Ant is no fool. So the fights started. All Jaz did was denying it, but everyone who saw her and this person would realise it. They are only friends, but it’s only matter of time before they are together. ” So now we are left with the question, who is this lucky person who made Jasmine Cephas Jones break up with Anthony Ramos who had a beautiful relationship with?

 The weeks until the last performance, all you did was hard working, you helped the cast with everything they needed, besides Jaz who wasn’t talking to you. You wonder about it. After the article came up, she hadn’t even look at you. You could tell she was avoiding you, but why? You looked at her, smiling while talking to Pippa. You let yourself imagine you were the lucky person she had feelings for, but then you remember Anthony and stopped.

“Just give her time.” You turned and found Lin who was looking at you, you frowned at what he said. “Jaz. Just give her time”

“What you are talking about?” You asked.

“Well, everyone knows you like her, and we are pretty sure she likes you too, so just give her time”

“Whaaat? No… I- I don’t-” He gave you a knowing look “Well, maybe a little…”

“Yeah, of course.” He said mockingly. “You know, you don’t need to worry about Anthony, he is glad is you and no another person”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, at first he was a bit upset, but then he realised that you were meant to be and started to ship you and making plans so you could be together. Of course, Jaz is not making it easy with all that no-talking-no-feelings thing” He said before turning and leaving.

You thought about what he said. It was true. Anthony didn’t talk to you after they broke up, but one moment to another he started to talk to you and following wherever you go. He once tricked you to go to the theater roof, where you found Jasmine, but she just looked at you and left in a hurry.

 You remember all that waiting for them to arrive. You looked outside and you saw a sea of people, everyone trying to get the last tickets, which were even more expensive than the first months. You tried to focus. Today was about Lin and the cast. The cast. Jasmine. You cursed yourself and sit on the floor. You would do anything to be with her now, but she wasn’t making it easier for you. You looked at the ground and turned when you heard the door opened. There she was. Breathtaking as always. You locked eyes for a moment before she looked away.

“Hey” She said “You came early”

“Yeah, I figured you needed all the help possible” You answered.

“Well, then you could help me get in my costume, before anyone else” She said with a blush. You get inside her dressing room and close the door. You still looked at her, but she wasn’t looking at you. She was avoiding you. Why? You thought.

“What?” She said.

“What?”

“You asked why”

Oh. Well, better take this opportunity, you told yourself. You decided it was time to know everything

“Why were- ARE you avoiding me?” You could see her get nervous. You knew she would try to deny it, but you were having it. “Don’t deny it, Jaz. Just tell me why.”

“I- I-” She cleared her throat. She sat in her chair and took a deep breath. “It’s you”

“It’s me what?”

“It’s you I have feeling for” She said. You could feel your heart stop. Oh my god. It was you. You were the lucky person. “And I wish we could be together, but I know we are only friends, and I figured that maybe the best way to get rid of these feelings were if I just stop talking to you, but of course it didn’t work. I don’t even know why I thought it’d work in the first place-”

“Jaz, I have feelings for you too” You interrupted her. She looked at you and stood up “I don’t only have feelings for you. I’m in love with you. I love you” You let yourself say. It didn’t matter if it was ‘too early’ you loved her. Since the first time you laid eyes on her, you knew you loved her.

“I love you too, y/n.” She came near you. You could feel her heat as she approached to you. As she cupped your face into her hands and leaned closer. You could feel your breath been taken again as she brush her lips with yours. She pulled apart, looking at you. You smiled and she smiled back. You took her waist and pull her closer, filling the empty space between you. You kissed her and everything around you seemed to disappear. It was just the two of you. Her soft lips on yours, her hands in shoulders and yours in her waist around her. Your foreheads touching. It felt right. It was right.

“Well, finally….” You turned surprised to look at the person who talk. Anthony was leaning on the door arch with a smile in his face. Next to him was Lin you had his phone in his hand as he was trying to take a picture. The rest of the cast was there too smiling and giggling. “I told you my plan was going to work, Lin”

“Sure, Ant” He said smiling. “Well, we are happy for you, but it’s show time and we need to get ready” He turned around and left. Everyone else gave you thumps up and whistled, before leaving.

“Well, I guess I’m leaving you alone” Ant said before winking and closing the door.

“Oh my god, there is no privacy here!” Jaz said laughing. “Anyway where were we?”

“I was helping you with the dress”

“No! y/n!” She whined “We were kissing!”

“True, but you need to get ready for the show” You said “After that, we can kiss how many times we’ll want”

She looked at you and smiled. You looked at her, smiling. She nodded and gave you a quick kiss. It was so breathtaking. Just like her.

[gratitudejoyandsorrow]

Color (Part 2)

Prompt: A sequel to Color. Lin grieves over the death of his wife.

Pairing: Lin x reader

Warning: angst and mentions of death

A/N: Here’s a sequel that no one asked for. Inspired by With You from the musical Ghost and Lin’s recent interview for the Olivier Awards. I didn’t proofread, I was too busy crying lmao.

Hello, Mrs. Miranda. This is Claire from Blanc Dry Cleaners. We still have a few of your blouses ready for pick-up. It’s been a few days since we’ve first called and you’re usually prompt with pick-up so I wanted to give you another reminder that they are ready…

Lin didn’t know how or why, but he found himself standing in front of the counter to Blanc Dry Cleaners. His feet felt like lead, but somehow he dragged himself out of bed after hearing the voicemail from Claire.  The customer in front of him finally turned, arms full of clothes wrapped in garment bags, and exited the store.

Claire’s brown eyes widened once she saw him. “Mr. Miranda, what a surprise! I never see you alone, are you here to pick up for the missus?” her lips pulled up into a grin, “what a sweet husband you are! I’ll be right back, ok?”

He watched as she disappeared into the back, her ponytail swishing behind her. He didn’t know why he put himself through this torture – it’s been weeks since she… He swallowed thickly, eyes trained to the ground as fresh tears clouded his vision. The wounds from his loss were still raw, and he knew that coming here wasn’t the best idea.

“I will,” Lin whispered, blinking back his tears and taking the clothes she offered with trembling hands.

It was only when he was back to his apartment that he let the tears fall. The second he stumbled through the doors, he fell to his knees as he clutched her clothes to his chest, weeping.

I miss you.

He was on a plane back to New York.

He didn’t tell anyone of his plans – it was a spontaneous decision that he made in the middle of the night – but it wouldn’t matter anyways. It was going to be a brief visit.

His flight landed at 7 A.M. With the clothes on his back and a small carry-on bag that contained his wallet and a few snacks, he took the first taxi he saw. After a quick stop to a flower shop, Lin finally made it to the outskirts of the city to his final destination. He tightly clutched the bouquet of orchids in his hand as he walked the familiar path through the peaceful field. The steady thump of his heart became erratic as he neared the landmark he was in search of. A burst of adrenaline rushed through his body, causing him to quicken his pace.

Finally, he reached it.

It was a simple tombstone that read:

Here lies Y/N Miranda,

Beloved daughter, sister, and wife.

Lin kneeled and laid the flowers against the gravestone. He lost his strength to remain upright, knees buckling as he collapsed. He rested his forehead against the cool surface, rivers of tears flowing from his eyes. He sobbed, wailing like a child, but he didn’t care.

When the tremors from his cries finally weakened, Lin sat cross-legged on the grass, re-reading the inscriptions on the tombstone. He wiped at his tears, but it was fruitless; he couldn’t seem to stop crying.

“Hi Y/N,” he said, voice stuffy, “it’s me.”

“London is still… London. You were right – I did gain some weight from eating all those Cadbury eggs. And people are still calling me Del Boy on the streets when I wear my hat and coat.” Lin let out a weak laugh, tears blurring his vision.

“I miss you,” he whispered, voice broken.

He missed waking up next to her. He missed her bed hair and the dragon breath. He missed her countless wigs and the crazy colors that she somehow managed to find them in. He missed her laughter. Her strength and positivity. Even during the last few moments of her battle with cancer, she remained the bubbly woman he loved so much.  

The tears began to fall again.

She took his days and nights with her.

Every single day he lived life through a haze. He was a robot, working through the Mary Poppins set during the day and then going home at night to sleep away his loneliness and misery. He dreamed of her a lot. The unfinished conversations that they had would haunt his dreams: the talk of having children, adopting a dog, or even something as ordinary as their birthday gift to his father.

Lin scooted closer to the tombstone and rested against it. He closed his eyes, begging to feel the warmth of her arms one more time. Another round of sobs wracked through his body as he mourned her death.

“I’m not ready to accept it yet. I’m not ready to move on,” he muttered, “I just want to stay here with you as long as I can.”

So he did.

He spent hours updating her on his life. From work, family, and even small conversations he’d had with strangers – he told her all of it. A tiny part of his broken heart mended during his talk with her, but the moment his phone’s alarm rang – a reminder that he needed to leave to make his flight – it ripped apart again.

She took his life, his world, with her.

How could he go on without her?

He pressed a kiss against her tombstone and gust of wind caressed his body, toying with the tendrils of his short hair. A shiver of familiarity went down his spine – it was in a similar fashion to how she would play with his hair. Lin took that as a sign, a gentle reminder from her that yes, he could go on. Yes, he can live his life.

He knew life wasn’t going to suddenly get better. He didn’t have to move on right away. He didn’t have to stop mourning. But he couldn’t go on wandering aimlessly through life, unfeeling and numb. It wasn’t healthy.

“I love you,” he murmured, “until we meet again.”

[hamilficsfordays]

Yes to Abort, No to Miscarry (Lin/Reader/Vanessa)

Prompt: This is based on a very personal, painful experience that I suffered through relatively recently. Thanks to @secretschuylersister for reading and taking time to listen. I’m so grateful.

Author’s Note: It took a lot of courage to even consider posting this. If you’re reading this and thinking: “Man, this girl could really use a hug.” You’re right.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader/Vanessa Nadal (polygamy) 

Summary: An unexpected pregnancy shakes things up in your new relationship. You agree to end it, but you might not get a chance.

Rating: T for language and sensitive subjects.

Warnings: I was originally going to end this with a threesome, but I figured I didn’t need to share everything. We’ll cross that bridge another day.

Words: 5527

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@huffleheyguys

Askbox / Masterlist / What I Write

It hit you rather surprisingly.

There was a chuckle from the crowd as Lin went back and forth about his writing process with Andrew Lloyd Webber. You were sat next to Vanessa in the audience and managed to chuckle until a sharp pain in your lower abdomen caught you by surprise.

You sucked in a breath, shocked by the sensation and told yourself not to be concerned. You’d been in London since Thursday morning, flying in from New York for the long weekend to visit Lin and Vanessa. What was once a long-standing friendship between the three of you had eventually evolved into a (not quite defined) polygamous relationship.

Your undefined relationship began overseas, with them in London as Lin worked on Mary Poppins Returns. You had agreed to wait until they returned to the states in June to act on anything, but waiting proved to be difficult. Lin insisted on buying you a round trip ticket to come visit. After some hesitation, you agreed.

While it was rewarding to spend days on set with him among a host of talented actors and to spend time with his family, you couldn’t deny that your favorite parts were the more personal, erotic moments.

Once in his dressing room at work, and a few times in the guest room they had you staying in at home. You couldn’t get enough of each other.

That was a month ago.

When you had arrived for a second time on Thursday, V seemed immediately suspicious of what you claimed were “side effects of your birth control”. Nausea, vomiting, fatigue and frequent urination were hard to ignore, especially having been pregnant only a few years before. She left for work that morning and came back that evening with a pregnancy test.

“I got you a gift.” she had started, catching you off guard as you were headed into the bathroom for the umpteenth time that day.

“Oh…” you took the small plastic bag from her, feeling a cardboard box inside. “V, you didn’t have to get me any…”

Your voice trailed off as you pulled the box out. It was a pregnancy test, something you’d been avoiding despite obvious symptoms and friendly advice for at least a week.

“I don’t think I need this,” you tried.

“Just take it.” she insisted, with a small smile. “What could it hurt?”

“Vanessa, I’m not pregnant. It’s probably just my hormones acting up from my birth control—”

“Prove me wrong.” she interrupted. “Take the test. If you aren’t pregnant, we can pretend this never happened.”

You knew if you refused that she would only continue to insist. You sighed, taking the test into the bathroom with you.

-

It all led up to Sunday night. There you sat, knowingly pregnant with the father of your child onstage.

You had plans to fly home the next day and schedule an appointment to have an abortion performed. There were a lot of things you needed (a better paying job, a bigger apartment, the ability to be a stronger writer), but a baby was not one of them.

Once the cramps started, they wouldn’t stop. You were sure you had read somewhere that cramping in the early stages of pregnancy was normal. You’d experienced it once or twice before, but it was never this bad.

Your physical discomfort was hard not to notice. Beside you, Vanessa was well aware of your sudden change in demeanor.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” you lied.

The interview was nearly over. As the interviewer asked for one final question, you felt slightly relieved knowing you would be on your way home soon.

When the event came to an end, a fair amount of audience members headed out. Others (a number of writers and performers that you weren’t familiar with) stayed behind.

The look on Lin’s face as some of the writers began to approach made you feel less confident about being able to leave right away.

He seemed ecstatic; eager to speak to each of them.

You tried to stay strong—you didn’t want to ruin the night for him—but your abdominal cramps were getting stronger and would not be deterred.

He was mid conversation alongside Andrew Lloyd Webber and another person you didn’t recognize. You tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to you, politely excusing himself from the other conversation.

“What’s up?”

“I’m really sorry for interrupting—” you started.

“Hey, don’t apologize. It’s no big deal. Are you okay?” he seemed to notice you looked somewhat distressed.

“I uh… I’m not feeling too well. I’m gonna catch a cab back to your place.”

“A cab? No, I’ll have the car brought around. V and I can come with you—” he offered.

“Lin, no, seriously you should stay. I’m fine. I’ll just take a hot shower. Besides I’ve never seen you so excited to talk to a group of white people I don’t recognize.”

He chuckled. “You’re sure you’re fine on your own?”

You nodded, putting on your best reassuring face. “I’m good.”

Because you were only visiting, you didn’t exactly have any British currency on you. Lin pulled a few bills from his wallet and handed them to you, assuring you’d get home safely.

He glanced around briefly to make sure no one was looking before planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Get home safe.”

-

You hailed a cab outside the theatre and gave the driver the right address. It wasn’t a long drive, but it felt like an eternity. You were curled up in the back seat wincing in pain as your cramps pressed on. You could see the driver glancing at you in the rearview mirror as though he was concerned for you, but still, he said nothing and took you home.

You rushed as fast as you could inside and to the bathroom, past the babysitter who was quietly reading a book on the couch. Once the door was shut, you tore your clothes off and sprinted into the shower—pausing under the searing hot water. The relief was only moderate, not quite what you expected. You tried moving the showerhead so that the water landed directly on your abdomen, but that wasn’t relieving either.

The cramps were getting worse by the minute. The hot water was only irritating your skin, so you turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

The cold tile floor felt nice on the bottom of your feet. You resorted to lying on the floor, curled up in a fetal position. You took deep breaths, closed your eyes, and tried to focus on anything but the pain.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you opened your eyes again. You thought you’d heard a noise from outside the bathroom but you didn’t have the strength to get up and check. You shifted your legs slightly, feeling a warm, sticky sensation on your thigh that caught you by surprise. You opened your eyes and slowly sat up to find blood pooled around your legs.

The sight of so much blood shook you. You glanced across the room at your pants, sat on the floor where you’d pulled them off before stepping into the shower. There was a small blood stain in the fabric that you hadn’t noticed until now.

You knew what this meant. The abdominal cramping, the bleeding… it wasn’t hard to guess.

It was only a few days ago that you considered the option of having an abortion and were relieved to hear Lin and Vanessa agree.

You didn’t need a child right now. You didn’t have the time or the money to take care of one, nor did you even want to—at least not for another decade if at all. Still, there you sat on the bathroom floor in a pool of your own blood bursting into tears.

A knock at the door halted your thoughts.

“Y/N?” you heard Vanessa call out. “Are you okay?”

“I’m… I’m fine—” your voice cracked, revealing your emotional state.

“It’s been two hours, Y/N.” Lin pointed out. “Have you been in the bathroom this whole time?”

“I’m fine,” you repeated, more firmly. “I just need to be alone right now.”

You tried to stand up and grab a towel from the rack on the wall but slipped. You were mostly covered in blood, hardly able to get up off of the floor. The pain had only gotten worse over time. There was another knock at the door. You shouted back that you were fine, that you didn’t need help though it wasn’t true.

The sound of a key unlocking the door forced you to poorly cover yourself up with your hands, leaning against the cabinet underneath the sink. 

The door opened slowly, revealing the two of them shocked, standing in the doorway.

“There's so much blood. There’s so much blood. I can’t—” you managed. Your emotions rushed to the surface again, forcing you into tears.

Lin kneeled by your side, doing his best to comfort you. Though you felt slightly calmer beside him, even he couldn’t stop you from nearly hyperventilating.

“I can’t hold a job for more than a year, I can finish my degree, I can’t even keep a baby that I don’t want.” you finally said. “What is wrong with me?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.” he insisted, wiping the tears off of your face. “This isn’t your fault.”

You took his hand in yours, squeezing it as you struggled through the abdominal pain.

“I think I need to go to a hospital.” you managed, breathing heavily. “I need to see a doctor.”

-

They called for an ambulance and managed to clean you up and get clothes on you before EMS arrived. Though it was after 11 and he knowingly had to be up at 6:30 for work the next day, Lin insisted on going with you. Vanessa stayed home with Sebastian while he rode with you in the ambulance to the hospital.

Every bump in the road or hard turn was excruciating. Lin struggled to see you in so much pain. He held your hand through the whole thing, attempting to be supportive as he couldn’t do much else.

When you arrived, the doctor asked for both a blood and urine sample both to make sure that you were pregnant and to see what was causing the complications.

A tall male nurse offered you ibuprofen which you refused, despite still dealing with significant cramping. You had an allergy—or rather, a sensitivity to it. It was never an issue as you only experienced menstrual cramps maybe once in your life. Now, however, it seemed like a more pressing issue.

A few hours passed waiting for the results. The ER seemed particularly busy that evening. It was almost two in the morning and Lin was still by your side, though you felt a little guilty about messing with his schedule.

“You should go home.” you insisted. “You have to be up in a few hours.”

“I’m not leaving you.” he took your hand, lacing your fingers with his. “I’m here for you, Y/N. No matter what.”

You squeezed his hand, mostly because you were grateful for the support but also because you were still in pain.

After a few more minutes your doctor returned.

“Sorry to keep you both waiting.” Dr. Warring started, moving to your bedside. Her accent was somewhat comforting, if only because you weren’t used to it. She was dressed rather glamorously for a doctor, wearing an expensive looking dress and heels.

“Your HCG levels were higher than average but not as high as they would be during a typical pregnancy at this stage. It’s likely at this point given the heavy bleeding and cramping that you’re having a miscarriage.”

Your first reaction was to glance at Lin, who already seemed to be gauging your reaction.

You knew how you felt about having children and you were sure he felt the same way. Much like in the bathroom, however, you were feeling surprisingly emotional.

“Y/N, you said you were okay if you didn’t have this baby, right?” Lin did his best to reassure you. “We all agreed it would be best if you had it taken care of—”

“I know, so why the fuck am I so upset?” you managed, quickly wiping a tear away.

“We typically see this in women who had an unexpected miscarriage when they didn’t even realize they were pregnant because they weren’t able to make a decision for themselves.” Dr. Warring pointed out. “It can be emotionally taxing.”

“Yeah, I um…” you struggled to find the right words. “I guess.”

“If you have bleeding that soaks more than two maxi pads an hour for two hours or a fever greater than one-hundred and two, you should come back. Otherwise, it may take some time for this to pass. It really is different for everyone. You may experience cramping similar to early labor pain over the next several days.”

“Several days?” you repeated, hoping you misheard.

“Possibly,” she confirmed. “I’ll discharge you and you guys can go home.”

You and Lin took a cab home, where you slowly changed into comfortable clothes and curled up in bed. He brought you a bottle of hot water wrapped in a towel to attempt to stop the cramping. You tried to sleep beside him, but your symptoms made sleep nearly impossible.

Instead, you lied there, sweating bullets, clutching your abdomen while in the fetal position and tried to breathe through the pain.

It went on for hours. Things started to secede around six thirty when everyone else in the house was getting up. You got up, still a sweaty mess, and managed to slowly sip a cold bottle of water. You had virtually no appetite, so you made no attempt to eat anything though you knew you probably should have.

Knowing you’d likely be uncomfortable, Lin and Vanessa invited back Else, a middle-aged babysitter who they usually asked to look after Sebastian since their arrival in the UK.

“She’s also a postpartum doula,” Vanessa explained to you that morning.

“She’ll be really helpful to you through all of this—at least while Lin and I are at work.”

You were sitting on the couch in the living room while Vanessa talked to you from the kitchen. There was a faint sound of a car honking outside the house; Lin’s ride to work had arrived.

He went to the kitchen first, kissing both Vanessa and Sebastian goodbye. He headed to the living room, softly kissing your forehead before leaning down to kiss your lips.

“Feel better, Y/N. I love you.”

Else arrived a few minutes after Lin had left. She was kind hearted, a comforting persona while your significant others were gone.

She told you it was possible your pain would return. Sure enough, it did. After about an hour of sipping water and keeping Sebastian mildly entertained, you were nearly doubled over in pain. You slowly trekked back to your room and crawled into bed, assuming the fetal position. Else came in with a cool, damp washcloth which she placed over your forehead and a heating pad to hold over your abdomen. You barely mustered a “thank you” though you were incredibly grateful.

The pattern continued. Six to eight hours of horrendous cramps and an hour or two of peace to drink water and compose yourself.

Sebastian seemed confused as to why you didn’t want to play with him, which Else carefully tried to distract him from.

By the time Vanessa got home, you were exhausted. She gratefully thanked Else for her services, paid her for the day and stepped in, assuming her role. After beginning to prepare dinner for Sebastian, she headed to your room to check on you.

You were nearing the end of eight hours and your pain was fading. She helped you out of the room and into the living room, where she brought you another bottle of water and offered you food. Though you refused, she brought you something anyway.

“You can’t just stop eating. That’s gonna make all of this suck a little more. Eat something.”

Lin came home at his usual time. You did your best to not take up their time and let them be parents while their son was still awake. When Sebastian had gone to sleep, they turned their focus to you.

You were in Lin’s arms, leaning against him on the couch. The TV was on, an episode of House of Cards, while Vanessa sat on the other end of the room scrolling on her phone.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, running his fingers through your hair. “Drained,” you admitting, wiping more sweat from your forehead. “Exhausted, but if this keeps up I won’t be able to sleep tonight anyway.”

“You should try,” Vanessa suggested. “At least now, when it isn’t that bad. Maybe you’ll get an hour or two.”

You agreed and slowly headed down the hall to your bedroom. With the door cracked open, you could still hear Lin and Vanessa from the living room. You didn’t think much of it until you settled into your usual fetal position and paid more attention.

“This is all my fault.” you heard Lin say.

“It’s not.” V insisted. “Honestly, it’s her doctor’s fault for not inserting her birth control properly.”

“We could’ve used a condom. I could’ve been more careful.”

“You had no idea her birth control would fail. Neither did she. You can’t blame yourself for that.”

He sighed. “It’s just so hard seeing her suffer like this. I felt so guilty being at work today instead of being at home taking care of her.”

“We left her in good hands.” she reminded him. “This won’t last forever. She’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

There was a pain in your abdomen that wasn’t cramping. You felt guilt if anything. Lin was blaming himself for something was entirely your fault.

You couldn’t shake the feeling even as he crawled into bed with you that night. You pretended to be asleep to avoid confrontation. Instead, you curled up against him. It was all you could do to express how much you valued having him around. It was the only way you could reassure him that it wasn’t his fault.

The pain kept on all through Tuesday. By Wednesday, you were more frustrated than anything. You wanted it to be over, desperately.

As the afternoon rolled around, you noticed a change in your usual routine. 

The pain didn’t last for hours, instead only a few seconds at a time before vanishing for an hour or so.

When Vanessa came home around five, you updated both her and Else on your change in condition.

“Sounds like you’re having contractions.” Else pointed out. “Hopefully that means this is over soon.”

Though they weren’t nearly as painful as the contraction of someone who was actually pregnant, they kept a consistent pace. By the time Lin had gotten home your pain was a few minutes apart. An end was in sight, and you had numerous amounts support to help get you through it.

Finally, it was over. The small remnants of the baby that once was had left your body along with copious amounts of blood. Though you couldn’t actually see it (it was no larger than a poppy seed at only four weeks), your contractions had reached a peak and subsided entirely, which likely meant it was gone.

The sanitary pad you were using was carefully tied up in a small plastic bag, sitting at the top of a half empty garbage can in the bathroom.

“Say what you have to say,” V suggested, catching you off-guard.

“What?”

“Else says talking to it can help with closure. So talk.”

“I… you want me to talk to it?”

“How else do you expect to begin to recover emotionally?” she pointed out.

Though what she said kind of made sense, it was still an odd concept.

“Well… what about Lin?”

“Lin’s body didn’t put him through hell for three days trying to get rid of it. You need closure.”

You stared down at the trash. The bag was white so you couldn’t see what was inside but you knew it was there.

“You were…” you paused, trying to think of the right words. “You were conceived here—well actually you were conceived in Lin’s dressing room but it was definitely on this continent—so it’s only fair that your time ended here… I guess.”

Vanessa waited patiently for you to continue.

“It was better that it ended now, this way. Trump is president. You would’ve deserved better than that.”

You could see V trying not to giggle at your comment and take it seriously. You appreciated that she found it funny but chose not to laugh out of respect to you.

“I guess that’s it.”

“You’re sure?”

You nodded slowly. She pulled the lining from the trash can, tying it together in a knot at the top.

“I’ll bring this outside.”

-

That night was the first night you’d slept in a long time. You ended up in their bed between the two of them. It wasn’t exactly the most comfortable experience, but having them sleep on either side of you felt surprisingly supportive. Considering how exhausted you were, you slept through the night.

At seven they were up, accidentally waking you with their hushed conversation as Lin was getting ready to leave. They must’ve seen you stirring awake because they were immediately apologetic.

“Sorry, Y/N. We didn’t mean to wake you.”

“We were just talking about how I’d stay behind today,” Vanessa added. “I figured you could use a familiar face around the house.”

“Oh no, V, you should go to work.” you insisted half-heartedly.

“Too late, I’m staying.”

“I wish I could do the same.” Lin pointed out, shortly followed by the sound of a car honking outside; his usual ride to work had arrived.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N.” he kissed you briefly before heading out of the room.

“You can go back to sleep if you want.” you heard her insist.

Though you wanted to be polite and protest, you were still really tired. You nodded slowly, turning over and falling asleep a few minutes later.

-

When you did finally get up, it was eleven according to the clock on the bedside table. You felt kind of guilty for sleeping through the day, but your exhaustion had faded nonetheless.

When you had showered and changed, V suggested a trip to the park. It was only a few blocks from their house and would get you out of the house for the first time since Sunday while keeping Sebastian entertained.

It wasn’t until you’d stepped outside with them that you realized how long it had been since you’d gone outside; felt the cool air against your skin and the warm sun on your face.

Sat on a bench in the park while V kept a close eye on her son, you kept waiting for the sun to make you feel better. You knew sunlight was supposed to make people feel happier—especially after they hadn’t seen it in a while—but you didn’t feel any better.

“Are you okay?” she asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Why do I feel terrible even though I’m not in any pain?” you asked, kind of hoping she had the perfect answer.

“It happens.” was all she said.

“I overheard you guys the other night,” you confessed. “Lin thinks this is his fault, but it’s not. It’s mine.”

“It’s not either of your faults. You can’t blame yourself for this, it was entirely out of your control.”

“I feel so ashamed.” There were tears welling up in your eyes that you tried to fight. “I feel embarrassed. I was going to get rid of it and I couldn’t even keep it long enough to do that. I couldn’t even reproduce without complications. I didn’t even want to, and I couldn’t. Doesn’t that make me like, a failing part of the human race or something?”

“It makes you human.” She put her arm around you. “Millions of people have had miscarriages and gone on to have children with no complications. You’re not at fault for anything, and you're not any less of a person because of it.”

“Then why does it feel like I am? Why can’t I stop blaming myself for this?”

“You need to stop overthinking.” she took your hand. “I know how to help.”

-

Later that day when Lin had arrived home from work and Sebastian was asleep for the night, Vanessa headed to the kitchen, where you watched her open a cabinet and reach toward the back of the top shelf. She struggled for a bit but managed to grab one of the small vials stored there.

“Are you sure about this, V?” Lin tried to deter her. “Maybe we could try something different.”

“Why?” she paused.

“I don’t know I…” he glanced at you as if he was desperate to protect you. “I don’t wanna corrupt her.”

Vanessa giggled at the concept. “Oh come on, Lin. You think this is going to corrupt her? She’s an adult. Besides, if it works for you, why can’t it work for her?”

She turned to you then.

“Here,” she removed the cap, revealing a dropper full of tinted green liquid. “Open your mouth, lift your tongue.”

“Wait, what?” you took a step back. “What is that?”

“Just trust me.”

After a moment of hesitation, you did what she asked. The liquid didn’t taste like anything you were familiar with.

“It’s a cannabis tincture.” she finally admitted.

“Ca—that’s pot?”

“That’s why we keep it so high, so Sebastian doesn’t have any way of accidentally finding it.” she stored the vial safely back on the top shelf before closing the cabinet.

“Why did you give me that?”

“You’ll understand in a few hours.” she insisted. “You just have to trust me. It’s not a hallucinogen.”

After fifteen minutes or so, the effects what she’d given you had begun to arrive. You felt calmer, more content, and less anxious. It was the first time since Sunday that you didn’t feel entirely hopeless.

Ninety minutes in, you felt more relaxed than you’d ever been before. You were curled up on the couch beside Lin, watching the TV though you weren’t entirely sure what was on.

“I didn’t even know you could use marijuana like this,” you spoke slowly, glancing at Vanessa who was on her laptop on the other end of the couch. “This shit is fantaaaaastic. How did you even know about this?”

“You’re asking how V, chemical engineer extraordinaire, knew about this?” he teased.

“He’s exaggerating, I found it online. We used to smoke it normally, but then we stopped after I got pregnant, and once Sebastian came along we had to find another method because smoke inhalation was dangerous around the baby. So I did some research and found this. It takes a little work but you can make it in batches and it lasts a really long time, so it works.”

“How come you guys never told me about this before?” 

“It’s not really something to talk about,” he reassured you. “We don’t use it all that often.”

“Just after a particularly stressful day,” Vanessa added. “Or when either of us has trouble sleeping.”

“I only really use it when my mind is racing. Too many thoughts, too many ideas all at once. It just helps to slow things down. Which I assume is why V thought it would be good for you.”

She nodded. “You’re doing much better than you were before at the park.”

You sat up, stretching your arms a bit. “I just feel like I can breathe.”

You turned to Lin, who seemed content that you were feeling better and slightly amused by your persona under the influence. “I know you thought it was your fault,” you started. “All this. But it wasn’t.”

“Y/N—” he tried, likely wanting to avoid a difficult conversation.

“No, I need to talk now. You talk a lot, Lin. I don’t know if you knew that, but you talk a lot. It’s my turn to talk.”

He chuckled. “Okay.”

“You thought it was your fault but it wasn’t. I kind of thought it was my fault. I’m pretty sure I’m still going to feel really ashamed and guilty when all of this is over, and I’m not really sure why. But I have to realize that this was out of my control. It was out of all of our control, and it’s going to take me some time to see that. That it was out of my control I mean.”

Lin smiled. “Well said.”

-

Though your emotional state seemed to improve with time, you knew you couldn’t stay there forever. You knew you’d have to go home eventually and go back to work, pay rent and live with your shitty roommates, and maintain your responsibilities.

On Saturday, Lin willingly deleted twitter from his phone in order to dedicate all of his free time to you. You knew he meant well, but you couldn’t shake the guilt that came from seeing them try so hard to make you feel better.

Though you didn’t exactly feel ready, on Saturday night you proposed going home on Monday to both of them.

“Are you sure?” Lin seemed hesitant to let you go both from the country and from his arm, which around your waist as you spoke.

“I mean I feel better physically, I’ve even stopped bleeding. I just… I need to go home and be an adult.”

“You think you’ll be okay by yourself?” Vanessa pressed.

“I’ll admit it won’t be easy not having you guys as a support system for a while, but you’ll be back in June. Honestly, the only reason I improved as much as I did is because I was here with you in the first place. If I was home alone… I don't know what I would’ve done.”

“Okay well…” Lin sighed but seemed sure about respecting your decision. “I’ll buy you a plane ticket.”

-

On Monday morning, there was a cab waiting outside to take you to the airport. You were still prepared to second guess your decision as Lin helped you with your suitcase.

“Call us if you need anything, okay? Day or night.” Vanessa followed you out to the curb, Sebastian in hand.  “I don’t care if it’s three in the morning here. Call us.”

“I will.” you assured her. “I’ll be okay.”

“You’re sure you want to do this?” Lin asked, for the hundredth time. “You know you’re welcome to stay here as long as you’d like. We’d be happy to have you.”

“I can’t leave my job in the states.” you pointed out. “I have to be strong. If you ask me again I’m going to change my mind.”

With that, he pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. “I love you. Please stay in touch. We’ll be home soon.”

“I will.” you hugged as tight as you could, trying to hold on to the memory as long as you could. It would be awhile before you saw him again. In person, anyway.

You hugged Vanessa as well.

“I slipped a cannabis tincture into your suitcase,” she whispered. “If you need it.”

You kissed her cheek as you pulled away. “Thank you.”

As your cab pulled away with you in the backseat, you felt it sink in. The fear, the uncertainty, the loneliness that you were forced to face on your own. Suddenly you realized you weren’t ready to go back at all. Still, you forced yourself to go anyway.

You’d already faced hell that week. Surely it couldn’t get any worse.

Even if it did, support was only an ocean away.

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Daveed Diggs x Reader Fluff

Summary: Reader is apart of the Hamilton backstage crew and although the cast are very welcoming, somehow always manages to feel left out. 

AN: This is my first post ahh! It might not be the best but i hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave any suggestions/story ideas. I’ll write pretty much anything about a certain celeb or fictional character so yeah have fun! :)

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You sat in the communal area backstage, hugging your knees and starring blankly at the wall ahead of you. Once again your thoughts had got the better of you, consuming you until you’d worked yourself up. But this time things were different. Instead of getting all hysterical and crying intensely  - you just sat there, a vacant expression on your faces as a few tears slowly crawled down your face. There was nothing you could do to shut your mind up. No medications seemed to do anything. I mean how could they, all of this was self inflicted. You were very aware of this but it had been going on for so long now you werent sure you could ever stop.                                                                                      In the background you could hear the cast coming to the end of the show meaning they would soon be piling back into the room. Slowly you got up and went to the bathroom. You splashed your face with cold water before starring at yourself in the mirror.                                                                                        “You disgust me” You thought suddenly having to turn away from your reflection. Suddenly the sound of applause filled your ears and a few members of the cast made there way back into the room. You took a deep breath, smiled and went out. “Hey guys” You said taking back your seat in the corner of the sofa, Anthony sitting opposite you. “Hi Y/N” Antony replied. “Show sounds like it went well. I love your line at the beginning of ‘Satisfied’” You said chuckling slightly. He laughed at your comment. “I swear the way i say it changes every time i perform but the audience love it so i ain’t complaining” Oak sat down next to Anthony. “Yeah it’s good but i love the little rap Philip does for Alex, it’s so cute” You raised an eyebrow jokingly at Oaks comment while Ant fake blushed. “Oh my god, you think I’m cute?” He said putting on a high pitched voice. All three of you let out a laugh, yours a lot let passionate than theirs, but neither seemed to notice.                                                                                                                    A few more minuets went by ad more people filled the room. Phillipa and Renee headed straight for the food before taking a seat next to you on the sofa whereas Jasmine ran straight over to Anthony, kissing him passionately. “ GET A ROOM” Lin and Leslie yelled in unison. Everyone around you was talking, cracking jokes while you just sat there in silence. Listening to everyone around you made you feel more alone then before. You could feel tears threatening to spill but you refused to cry in front of everyone. You got up and headed towards the door but as you opened it you collided with a very muscular chest. You stumbled back but were caught by two firm hands that pulled you in for a tight hug. “There’s my girl, clumsy as ever” A very familiar voice said laughing. “Hi Daveed” you said feeling his chest vibrate against you. You relaxed into him. You and Daveed had a slightly complex relationship. He had been the first person you’d grown close with when you joined the crew around a year ago and since then you’d both very clearly developed feelings for each other. But neither of you acted on it. Yes you acted like a couple - you two were always touching each other, whether it was something small like Daveed resting his hand on the small of your back or things like you sitting on his lap, arms round his neck playing with his hair. But neither of you had made a move to make it official.        “Hey” He nudge you slightly. “You okay?” He looked down at you concerned, then you realised you’d been holding onto him for a while. You pulled away and smiled. “Always” He smiled back at you, not looking entirely convinced but he wasn’t going to push you. “Mhm chocolate” He said happily as he darted over to the food table. You laughed softly, leaning against the doorframe. He turned back to you, his mouth stuffed with chocolate. He was like a child sometimes. He joined the others and you stayed for a few moments, waiting for everyone to be engrossed in their conversations before slipping out the door and heading to your room.                                                                                                        You’d been staying at the theatre for a while seeing as the flat you’d been renting had just been knocked down. Sitting down on your bed, you let out a huge sigh. It shouldnt be this exhausting being around everyone. And the worst part was - it’s not even their fault. They don’t make you feel excluded in any way yet you still feel like you stick out like a soar thumb. The more you thought, the more tears streamed down your face. You lay down facing the wall  sobbing your heart out. So much so you didn’t hear anyone enter the room until you felt your bed dip down beside you. A soft hand gently rested on your arm. “Y/N. What’s wrong beautiful?” It was Daveed. You buried your face in your hands so he couldn’t see the mess you were in although there wasn’t much point. “Hey” He said gently. “You can talk to me. I hate seeing you this upset” A slight sob escape your lips. Daveeds heart hurt for you. “Come here” He slowly pulled you up and onto his lap. You flung your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder while his arms stayed wrapped tightly around your waist making you feel safe. After what felt like a lifetime you pulled back and wiped your eyes. Daveeds hands stayed on your hips but the look in his eyes made you feel guilty. “What happened love?” He said calmly. You sighed. “Nothing. Just me and my stupid mind” He looked at you confused. “I keep getting this overwhelming feeling of being alone. Like I’m standing in a room filled with hundreds of faces yet I'm not really there, if that makes sense. And just now when everyone was sat in the back room hanging out, i just feel out of place as if I’m not supposed to be there.” You said unable to look daveed in the eye. “Why? Has someone said something to you?” He asked protectively. You shook your head. “No that’s the worst part. Everyone’s been so welcoming yet I’m still convincing myself that i’m not wanted. I know it’s stupid but-” “No it’s not” Daveed cut you off and cupped your face with his hand. You closed your eyes leaning into his touch. “Y/N listen to me. Things have never been better since you arrived. You light this place up. I mean literally yesterday Groffy was saying how it doesn’t feel right when your away anymore. I get where your coming from but I promise you - we all love the fact your here” He said smiling at you. You chest filled with joy. You were actually wanted? “And if it helps” He continued. “I’ve never been happier” He said shyly. You beamed at him. You looked at his lips, only now realising the extent of how attracted to him you really were. Without thinking you closed the gap between you and kissed him. Your lips melted together in perfect unison. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other supported your back. You hands tangled in his hair tugging at it ever so slightly causing him to smile into the kiss. You finally broke away for air resting your forehead against his. “I love you” He whispered. “I know” You joked before he pulled you back in for a kiss. 

[hamilgorl]

Y'all I just saw broken hearts gallery, 10/10 would recommend. Its so sweet and I love anything Pippa does😍😍😭

[iputmyselfintothenarrative]

Sniffles and chocolate (Lin x Reader)

This is kind of a quick one shot in celebration of reaching 1.5k followers. It may also be me just trying to cheer myself up since I have The Cold(TM). 

Masterlist // Requests // Askbox

Summary: Reader is very much in love with the star of the hottest musical of the decade. It turns out the star seems to be shining extra brightly when he gets to take care of Reader when they’re sick.

Warnings: None. Just fluff all the way.

Wordcount: 1,678

Oh, and tags! @ruth-hamilton-delrio @hopeandlovelastlonger @yayhamletnonstop I think you all have at some poiont told me that you wanted to be tagged in my stuff. So here goes. Just tell me if you want me to stop. Peace, love you! <3

You knew it the moment you woke up. The feeling of a sore throat and a nose filled with snot had knocked you back into the bed before, but not like this. This was accompanied by a fever, and the fact that it felt like someone had kicked you in the face while you were asleep. To put it on paper, the february cold that had plagued the workplace for weeks had finally caught up with you too.

Since two months ago, you had been working as an assistant to the head of the costume department at the Richard Rogers theatre, the home to the (according to you) best musical of the decade, Hamilton.

Sure the work was hard and you barely ever had a break that lasted longer than 15 minutes, but it was fun. Never once had you felt the urge to call in sick because you didn’t want to go to work that day, and never once had you felt that sunday blues before going to work after a few days off.

However, that wasn’t only because of you enjoying your work. It was also because of the incredible cast and crew that you had gotten to know over the the past two months. Some of them you even considered to be your friends. Especially one of them in particular, a person who happened to be the creator AND star of the show, Lin-Manuel Miranda. And oh, he was also a person you had come to fall helplessly in love with, to your big dismay. He was not aware of this, of course.

You tried to crawl out of bed, but your legs didn’t want to support you, forcing you to sit down on your bed again. You realized that, despite of how much you really wanted to go to work, it wasn’t happening. With a disappointed sigh, you crawled back into bed and pulled the cover up so that it completely covered your entire body except for your face. Before falling back into sleep again, you quickly sent a text message to your boss, explaining the situation. You didn’t have the time to check their response before the sweet sensation of sleep completely overtook you.

--

The sound of someone ringing your doorbell unmercifully dragged you out of your sleep state, reminding you of your fever and headache. Confused, you looked at your phone to find out what time it was. Turns out, you had been sleeping for six hours, leaving you unable to respond to the dozens of messages on your phone.

With groggy eyes, you quickly went through the notifications, realizing that four of them was from none other than Lin.

“Hi! I heard you were sick? Are you ok?”

“Do you have enough chocolate at home to get through the sickness?”

“Chocolate is important”

“i’ll be over after work. I won’t stay, I’ll just drop of sweets. Peace”

You blinked at the screen, trying to comprehend if they were actually from Lin or if you were in the middle of a really weird fever dream.

If it were a fever dream, then it was a really loud fever dream, since the sound of the doorbell rang once again.

Not really believing that it was actually Lin, you managed to crawl out of bed and did the zombie walk to the door. Behind it was a man standing. He had long hair, tied back in a bun and a goatee. His eyes scanned you the moment you opened the door, lingering a little longer on the apparent bags under your eyes.

You gave him a tired smile when you realized who it was. “Lin! Hi!” your voice sounded so weak, it surprised you.

The look of sympathy in his eyes shone through the usual smile he tried to make. You were worse off than he had initially thought. He lifted his bag which was seemingly full of groceries.

“I brought chocolate!” he said, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling up a bit as he smiled.

“Yay! My hero!” the grogginess made you sound a bit less excited than you actually were, but luckily, Lin seemed to get the underlying meaning.

“Hey, will you be alright? You live by yourself, right?” His eyes were fixated on yours, trying to decipher the correct answer to that question regardless of what your answer would be.

His caring demeanor made you blush, causing you to turn your face towards the grocery bags instead. Anything to avoid eye contact with him, really.

Of course you wanted him to stay. Just the sight of him made your heart pound harder in your chest than it had ever done before, so a one on one night with Lin was definitely not the worst idea you had ever heard. But since you knew that he was an incredibly busy man, you could never ask him that.

“Yes, I’ll be good, thank you!” you croaxed out simultaneously as you grabbed the grocery bags. The fever had apparently weakened your muscles to the point where you didn’t even have the strength to hold up a bag, causing you to drop it immediately. With despair, you watched how the groceries spilled out all over the floor, making you tear up. You were already exhausted and did not need this. The energy to sit on the floor for half an hour, cleaning up spilled goods was something that you simply didn’t have.

“Oh, I got it!” Lin said, kneeling down to pick up the things that had been spilled, leaving you staring at him in awe with tears in your eyes. As soon as he was finished, he stood up and looked at you.

“And. I’m staying.” he said with determination, walking past you into the kitchen to leave the bag.

“But.. Don’t you have the show tonight?” you said to his back, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was freezing.

“Nah. Apparently Javi’s mother is seeing the show tonight, so he was keen on doing it. Which gives me-” He returned to you and placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around so that he was walking behind you.

“-the opportunity to step in the role of ‘Your caretaker’” he said and ushered you into your bedroom.

“Wow, that’s gotta be your most prestigious role so far.” you said with a weak smile on your face while you crawled back into bed.

He sat down next to you on top of the covers and started to tuck you in.

“Yes, prestigious indeed.” he said with a gentle smile on his face as he watched you sniffle, trying to keep a string of snot from running down your face.

“Hey, have you eaten anything today?” he asked.

As a matter of fact, you hadn’t. You had been spending the entire day in bed, sleeping.

“Nnnnoo…” you mumbled and shook your head.

“I’ll be right back.” he said, and gave you a pat where your thigh was covered by the blanket before standing up.

You smiled as you watched him walk into the kitchen. Yes you were feverish, and yes, your head felt like it would explode any minute, but just the thought of him taking the night off to take care of you made it all feel a little better.

A few moments later, he returned with a plate with a poorly made sandwich on it, trying to balance a glass filled to the brim with water. He managed to place it on the bed table without spilling anything, making him do a tiny fist pump in victory.

You laughed at him and turned around so that you were facing him.

“Lin. Seriously, thank you. Thank you so much.”

“For what?” he asked as he put down the plate next to the glass.

“For being here.” you said, feeling the smile on your face widen as he turned to look at you.

“Well, of course. Where else would I be?” he asked, again sitting down next to you, only this time a little closer.

He looked at you. He was observing you, watching every little glitch you face made. If it had been someone else looking at you that way, you would have felt uncomfortable. But not with him. When he looked at you, it was like you were the only person in the world for him.

Your heart started to race, causing you to start shaking. Your fever was getting the best of you you realized, as the room seemed to be getting colder.

“Hey, are you cold?” he asked, placing a hand on your waist on top of the cover.

His touch made you shiver. It felt almost like electric shocks crossing your skin.

“Yes. But I’m also sweating. A lot.” you said, teeth clenched from the coldness you felt.

He looked at you with worry in his eyes before he started to climb closer. He positioned himself next to you, carefully placing an arm around your shoulders.

“Is this better?” he said and squeezed your shoulder with his hand.

Your heart was pounding faster than ever. He was so close, you could literally smell him. He had a nice scent.

“Mm.” was the only thing you managed to express.

With a deep breath you slowly let your head rest on his shoulder, slowly emigrating down to his chest. His heartbeat was steady, and it made you feel calm. Safe.

Gently, he pressed his lips against your forehead.

“Wow, you ARE warm…” he mumbled against it, making you give away a light chuckle.

He laughed.

You could feel yourself slowly drifting back into sleep. But not before saying one last thing.

“I wish I could live here. In your arms. Forever.

Lin glanced down at the top of your head, smiling. “Then do it. I won’t let go.

[astralaffairs]

put a ring on it 02 | philip hamilton

title: put a ring on it 02

pairing: philip hamilton x reader

tags: @stargazelaurens @ivory-haired-queens @exoticxchicken8 @assbuttstyles777 @superbarriobrothers lmk if you want to be added to tags

words: 4.7k

warnings: philip’s abs, on multiple occasions; alex and y/n being nerds; uncomfortable pda; it took me literally 11 months to update OOPS

desc: You've never liked Philip Hamilton, and have always assumed the feeling has been mutual. But when you're roped into pretending to be his girlfriend for a family reunion, you feel all your truths beginning to melt away, and find them instead taking form in his smile.

Three McDonalds drive-thrus and two orders of Starbucks later, along with one stop for junk food at a gas station, you were driving down the road where Philip's house was, struggling to keep your eyes open despite the music he was blasting to counteract the late night. The combination of his obnoxiously loud singing and occasionally shoving your shoulder when he saw you beginning to space out was almost as endearing as it was annoying -- almost -- though you still wanted the ride to be over as soon as possible.

"Hamilton, you have got to turn that off," you groaned, taking a hand off the steering wheel to pinch the bridge of your nose. "You're giving me a migraine."

"Better angry than asleep." He grinned at you as you spared him an exasperated glance, and you immediately regretted it, turning back to the road with a scoff.

"How far away are we?"

He chuckled. "Just a few blocks down. This street turns into my street pretty soon."

"You better be right," you said, voice low, and he furrowed his brow.

"What was that?" he asked, his voice raised slightly over the blasting music. You pursed your lips, slamming your hand against the radio's power button while never taking your eyes off the road.

"I said, you're an asshole," you grumbled, raising your voice to match his.

"Aw, c'mon Y/N, you haven't been dating me for the past two years 'cause you hate me." You could hear the grin in his voice and resisted the urge to roll your eyes, knowing it would only enable him.

You rode the rest of the way in relative silence, save the tattoo of rain on your car roof and the steady squeak of your windshield wipers.

"What'd you say the address was?" you asked, slowing down as you approached where he grew up and furrowing your brow to look out at the houses surrounding you. He pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Don't think I mentioned it. It's this next one up here."

I couldn't help my eyes widening at the near-mansion in front of us. "The blue one? With all the lights?"

He nodded. "Mom must've left the lights on 'cause she knew we were getting here late."

You clucked your tongue as you began to pull into the long driveway, your eyes wide as you checked out the front of the house. "You really don't let on to how rich you are."

"At least I know you're not using me for my money." You didn't even bother to glance at what you knew was him grinning to your right.

"Shut up." You were somewhere between too tired and too awestruck to come up with a proper response as you reached the front door at the top of the curved driveway. You pulled your hood up over your head with a huff, though you knew it wouldn't stop you from being soaked in seconds in the downpour outside. You rested your hand on the door handle as you stared out the window uneasily, hesitant to leave the dry warmth of your car, and that was when Philip rested a hand on your arm.

You immediately turned with raised eyebrows to swat it off, but as you met his expression that didn't wear either a smirk or an obnoxious grin, but a soft (and strangely reassuring?) smile, you couldn't bring yourself to. Instead, you raised an eyebrow, and he spoke before you could.

"I'll get the bags. Just go to the porch and get out of the rain," he said, lifting his hand off you as he unbuckled his seatbelt, before reaching for the handle of the door next to him.

"No, Hamilton, it's fine; I can get my own bag," you said dismissively as you moved to leave the car, but Philip just pulled you back toward him in the driver's seat.

"Don't worry about it, baby; I've got them," he said with an exaggerated wink. He moved to kiss you on the cheek, but you leaned out of his range of motion with a look of disgust. He only leaned back to his side of the car with a laugh. "And remember love, it's Philip to you."

He shot you a wink as he pushed the car door open, ducking out into the downpour. You bit your lip. He was soaked to the skin in seconds, and the poor sap had worn nothing but a tan t-shirt. You slowly pushed open your door, it clicking as it undid the lock, and rain quickly began to blow into where you sat. You grimaced as you glanced back at Philip.

He dragged a hand through his curls to push it out of his face, spraying water behind him as he opened your trunk. His thin tee stuck to him like a second skin, and you subconsciously sucked your bottom lip in between your teeth as your eyes trailed down to an outline of defined abs, flexing and clenching with his movements, only just visible in the dark under the porch lights. It wasn't long before he noticed you peeking out of the driver's seat, and he creased his dripping brow at you.

"What are you doing? Get to the porch!" he yelled over the drum of rain. You swallowed hard as you averted your gaze to the ground and pulled yourself out of the car. You slammed the door shut behind you and darted toward the short entryway of Philip's childhood home.

The door had a short path leading up to it, beginning with pillars and covered by an arched ceiling. You squinted, furrowing your brow. The marble pillars seemed just a little bit much, but you couldn't bring yourself to mind particularly, all things considered, especially as you ducked under said cover and waited for Philip to bring your bags.

Your knees trembled and your teeth chattered as you folded your arms, trying to keep heat in despite the cold water seeping into your clothes. Philip walked up next to you moments later with your suitcase, and you pulled out your keys to lock your car.

"Thanks, Hamilton." He handed you the handle of the rolling bag with a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Philip."

"Thanks, Philip," you corrected yourself with a sigh, your tone softening slightly due to the sincerity of his expression.

"Don't mention it." He winked, pulling his bag to walk past you, but slowed as he came next to you, leaning down slightly. "Enjoying the view back there, though, hm?" he asked under his breath, and your head snapped up, eyes wide, to look at his smug smile and raised brow.

You suddenly felt as though the wind had been knocked out of you, stomach doing a somersault. He was close to you -- too close -- and a teasing, mischievous glint shone in his honey-brown eyes, as your head began to spin. You didn't like how close his mouth was to yours, especially as your gaze trailed down to his lips, pushed to the side in a lopsided smirk.

You immediately caught yourself, though, snapping your gaze back to his eyes. Fuck, you hoped he hadn't seen that. His raising his eyebrows even more (if even possible) told you that he absolutely had. He chuckled as you shivered, swallowed roughly, looking away, and the moment left as quickly as it came.

"Shut it, Philip," you grumbled, pulling your suitcase past him, and you could only imagine his grin as he followed you to the front door.

Though you beat him to the door, he was the one to press the doorbell, resting a hand on your waist as the two of you waited for an answer. You elbowed his arm off you with a frown, and he mocked your expression.

"What?" he asked defensively, and you scoffed.

"You know what; don't be an ass," you warned.

"You're here as my girlfriend; you should be fine with some affection, babe," he said teasingly, and when you glared up at him, added, "Come on, Y/N, lighten up."

"I'm starting to question whether this was worth missing the Campbell interview," you muttered. He chuckled, again wrapping an arm around your waist, and while you sighed, you didn't bother brushing it off as the door in front of you opened.

"Philip!" What appeared to have previously been an exhausted face lit up at the sight of the pair of you, immediately rushing to pull Philip into a tight hug. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, and she pulled away with a wide smile. "Oh, it's been so long since you've been home! How long has it been?"

"'Bout two years now, huh?" he said, his smile matching hers, and she nodded happily.

"Oh, I've missed you," she sighed, and he pulled her into another hug, kissing her forehead.

"I missed you too, mom."

Finally, she pulled away, beaming, and turned to you.

"Oh, you must be Y/N!" She, in turn, pulled you into a bone-crushing hug which caught you entirely by surprise, "It's so great to meet you; we've heard so much about you!"

You, of course, entirely returned the hug, but looked over her shoulder to Philip with a raised eyebrow, and mouthed, 'She has?' His face tinged red at this, and he hardly met your gaze, despite you staring him down over his mother's shoulder.

"I'm thrilled to meet you, too, Mrs. Hamilton," you replied as you pulled away, your smile genuine at how sweet she was. She scoffed.

"Please, call me Eliza. Everyone's family once they're under this roof." She brushed the formality aside as she turned back to address both of you. "Well come on in, then! I don't want you standing out in the cold forever."

You shrugged and followed her in, thanking her quietly for holding the door, excruciatingly aware of Philip's hand resting at the small of your back, despite him carrying both his and your bags.

As he turned to pull the last bag in through the door, you let out a quiet gasp at the room that lay before you. Even from the front of the entryway, you could see the lavish, vintage-looking staircase that wound around the side of the room up to the second floor, the chandelier suspended from the high ceiling, crown molding where anything met the ceiling or the walls. To say the least, his house was gorgeous.

"Alex! Get in here! I told you it was Philip," she called into the doorway to the next few rooms over. When she was met with silence, she scowled. "Back in a minute," she said softly, not bothering to hide the annoyance in her voice. As she left the room, you turned to Philip, who chuckled lightly.

"So that was Mom."

"So I gathered," you chuckled, "I'm getting the feeling meeting your family might be an even wilder ride than pretending to be in love with you."

He grinned. "'Course it will; the second one doesn't need any effort." He shot you a cheeky wink, and you scowled.

"And immediately you remind me why I so desperately didn't want to come. I retract my previous statement," you huffed, and he laughed. Then, a thought struck you, though. "So your mom's heard, what was it, 'so, so much about me'?"

There was a skip. He opened his mouth to reply to you, eyes widening ever-so-slightly as he looked down at your expectant expression, your quirked brow, but he was saved by the bell. Or, really, by the overly-tired-looking father.

Despite the fact that he looked like he could be completely knocked out at any moment, his eyes lit up at the sight of the pair of you when he walked in with Eliza, both beaming. Holy shit; Philip's dad Alex was that Alexander Hamilton? "Philip! Y/N!"

Philip grinned back at him, moving to greet him. "Hey, Pop." He pulled him into a brief, but genuine, earnest hug.

"It's great to finally see you! I had no idea when you were coming home, if at all," his dad laughed indignantly as they pulled away, whacking his shoulder lightly. "First you move out of my house, next you stop sending me your writing; hell, I'm just now meeting the girl you've been dating for years."

"Pop," Philip groaned lightly, his smile not fading despite it, "I'm not just some kid anymore, alright?"

"Oh, please," he scoffed, "You're still my son; I reserve the right to be nosy."

"Pop."

"Anyway," his dad segued, clearly suppressing a laugh at Philip's annoyance as he turned to you. "So you're Y/N, hm?"

You smiled. "I am, in fact. It's good to meet you, Mr. Hamilton."

"Not as good as it is to meet you!" he exclaimed, pulling you into a hug as well. "And call me Alex. We were wondering if we'd ever actually get to meet you, or if Philip was just planning to hide the girl he's head over heels for from us forever." He scoffed, chuckling as he pulled away. "We were starting to think this was all just an elaborate ruse."

"If only," you sighed, shaking your head with a small smile, "I still can't figure out why, but I really have been dating for him for the past two years. I'll let you know when I regain my better judgment."

He laughed heartily at that, to your delight, resting his hands on his hips as he glanced back at Philip. "Don't worry. When you finally do, he'll be the one out of family dinners, not you." That elicited a laugh from you, just as his smile sharpened, his eyes narrowed. Uh-oh. That expression, if anything, meant business. "So the two of you work together, hm? What's that like?"

You sighed, maintaining a weary smile as you glanced at Philip, who only gave you an amused, expectant look. "It's... a lot. Stressful, at times. But ah... I love the job, the work. We love what we're doing. And besides, we make a pretty good team, so I suppose I can't complain."

"And you two met through work?"

"Yeah, 'bout five years ago," you chuckled, tucking a (still damp) hair behind your ear. "He started bringing me coffee every day, a few weeks in, and it took me more than a month to even realize he was just using it as an excuse to come talk to me." You glanced over at him, wearing a smug smile, and his jaw dropped slightly, expression mockingly indignant.

"Wait a minute, you never told me you figured that out," he huffed, and you grinned.

"C'mon, don't act like you weren't glaringly obvious."

"Five years, huh?" Alex interjected once again, "So why'd it take you kids three years to finally get together?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but that was when you realized he and you had (grudgingly, but luckily) fabricated answers beforehand to most things about your relationship, but had entirely forgotten to cover this seemingly obvious plothole. Noticing your slight surprise, Philip took the question, looping an arm around your waist with a grin. Your skin jumped under his touch, body tensing up.

"I think that one's on me," he chuckled, and you tried not to focus on the pads of his fingers pressing into your hip, forcing a smile, "Thought I was being pretty obvious, but not obvious enough, I guess. I spent too much time afraid to make the first move, figured she wasn't giving me anything back 'cause she just wasn't into me."

"To be fair, sitting on my desk and knowing my coffee order aren't exactly the most forward moves," you huffed, giving him an unintentionally tense smile.

"Sounds like you need to step up your game then, son." He grinned, and you heard Philip huff, could feel the warm breath fan across your shoulder. A chill ran down your back. "So you're a writer, then, Y/N?"

"Guilty," you chuckled, "I mostly edit work to be published, though. A lot of memoirs and longer thought pieces." As he pursed his lips, nodding, you remembered what you'd been sitting on, wanting to say since he walked in. "Speaking of memoirs and though pieces, though, I guess now's probably as good a time as any to mention that I'm a huge fan of your work. I don't think I made the connection from him," --you nodded to Philip, who raised an eyebrow-- "to you," --you nodded to Alex-- "until I finally met you, actually."

His eyes lit up at this; mentioning it was clearly the right decision. "Ah, really? What've you read of mine?" he asked excitedly, and you grinned.

"Just about everything," you admitted with a shrug, "I've gotta say, though, my favorites were your essay series about laissez-faire economics and where the extent of the federal government's powers actually need to fall to protect citizen's rights, and your recent book about federalist economic policy and how, to survive, it needs to adapt to the times."

"You've already read my recent book?" he asked, his grin widening, and you nodded. "What'd you think, specifically? Was it too long-winded? Is there anything I should've reconsidered?"

"Oh god, no," you sighed, "It was great. The length was necessary; there was nothing you could've mentioned without having gone as in-depth into it as you did, and it really left you with a clear understanding of even the little details of economic mechanics. I wish I'd had your book when I was taking econ in college, to be honest."

"You studied economics?" He raised an interested brow.

"Yeah, I--"

"You did?" This was when Philip finally interjected, his voice reminding you of the fact that his arm was still very much anchoring you to the side of his body. You glanced up at him, nodded.

"It was my minor during undergrad," you explained. "Shame I didn't end up doing more with it, but writing was really my passion. Then again, the understanding of economic policy it gave me was a lot of the reason I supported you so adamantly when you joined Washington's cabinet during his first term," you said, turning back to Alex with a smile, "So I don't know if I'm the most objective critic of your book, seeing as I agree with you on just about all of it."

"Can't blame you for being right," Alex shrugged, "Any chance you've read the works of Thomas Jefferson?" You groaned.

"Oh my god, have I. Don't get me started on--"

"Hey, love?" Philip intervened, looking down at you with a small, tight smile. You looked up at him, your expression frozen midsentence. "It's pretty late; I'm getting kinda tired. You mind if we head up to bed? Not to interrupt this chat, but uh..."

Alex got the message, immediately reacting. "That's my bad, got carried away with the politics talk," he chuckled. "It was great meeting you Y/N. Hope I can get to know you more this weekend."

That elicited a grin from you. "Nice meeting you, Alex. And you too, Eliza. I'm looking forward to getting to know you both more, but hopefully when the sun is up and I'm not still wearing clothes soaked in rain."

Eliza smiled sweetly, leaning forward to squeeze your arm. "You as well, dear. Now go, get some rest so you're both awake enough to interact with the rest of the family tomorrow." She shooed you off with her hands, and Philip laughed, lightly squeezing your side. You flinched.

"Alright, see you two in the morning," Alex said with a smile and a wave, and you raised a hand in farewell as you grabbed your bags, walking along with Philip when he jerked his head toward where you were staying, motioning for you to follow him.

"Your parents seem nice," you said softly as the two of you turned a corner. He chuckled lightly.

"Yeah, they are," he agreed, "But it does help that they like you by default 'cause we're dating." He shot you a wink, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"'By default,' my ass," you scoffed. "Your dad was grilling me back there!"

He laughed. "Yeah, sorry about that. Pop's extra cautious with the girls I bring home. I've dated a few too many gold diggers for him not to be." He lead you up a flight of stairs toward the back of the house, and you raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah?"

"Oh, yeah." He sighed, carding a hand through his hair. "And I don't think me constantly avoiding bringing you to meet him was too helpful."

"I’m here now, aren’t I?" you said. He pursed his lips, eyeing you skeptically, and you shot him a sly grin.  "Don’t worry about it, I have a way with parents." At that, he let out an amused huff.

"You're tellin’ me.” Philip scoffed, shaking his head as he creased his brow at you. "I can tell Mom and Pop both already love you. Not sure what you did to deserve it, though, but they do."

"Everyone does.” You shrugged, not bothering to fight the smug grin that tugged at the corner of your mouth. You eyed him for a moment, before adding, “Honestly, though, I can’t pretend I’m not relieved.”

“Why? Did you think they didn’t like you?”

“Nah, I just...” You gave a small shrug at his inquisitory gaze, continuing down the hallway. “Was kinda worried they weren’t gonna. I dunno.”

"Really, now?" Philip asked, brows raised as you neared your room, a teasing grin playing at his lips. "What, were you worried about them comin' in the way of our relationship? ‘Cause I can promise you that you have nothing to worry about." He shot you a wink with that, and you could only roll your eyes. You seemed to be doing that quite a lot.

"Don't be an ass," you mumbled, and he only laughed. As you reached the room, he opened the door for you, and you thanked him quietly as you entered.

"'Course, princess," he said nonchalantly, following you in as you shot him a glare over your shoulder. "What?"

"Don't fucking call me that," you grumbled, and he groaned.

"I thought we'd already been through the whole pet names ordeal, love," he sighed, "Am I really gonna have to go through them again?" Your eyes widened and your face burned, remembering where him joking about pet names in the car had quickly gone.

"No," you said quickly, and he grinned.

"Remember how that went last time, huh?" he asked, "Offer's still out on the table if you wanna take it, just to let you know." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively with that, and you scrunched up your nose.

"Don't be gross," you scoffed, dropping your bags off to the side of the room. It appeared you were staying in Philips childhood room; the decorations were fairly sparse, polaroids and photo strips littered on tables and stands and frames. You immediately gravitated toward the bed, though, not hesitating to fall backward into the thick navy duvet.

You let out a deep hum of contentment as you sank into the thick duvet, your eyes dropping shut, and heard Philip chuckle as the bed dipped next to you.

"Your bed is nice," you murmured, cracking an eye open as you turned your head toward him. He was already looking at you, and only rolled his eyes with a snort.

"Yeah, and you're gonna get it all soggy if you don't change," he laughed, and you groaned.

"Let me enjoy things, Hamilton." He rolled his eyes as you reluctantly pushed yourself up with a heavy sigh.

"Sorry sweetheart, but I'm not exactly looking to sleep in a wet bed tonight," he huffed as you grabbed your bag, propping it on his desk chair as you began to root through it. You paused with a raised eyebrow as you looked over at him.

"You... Sleeping in..." you wondered out loud, confused. If he was sleeping there, where were you supposed to sleep?

The obvious answer hit you like a bag of rocks, and you scowled. You had gone home with him as his girlfriend of two years, so of course the two of you were sharing a bed, you thought as you dropped your head with a light groan.

Philip chuckled. "What, sweetheart? Didn't think we were sleeping in the same place?"

You frowned, unwilling to meet his laughing eyes. "No, I just..." you began to defend yourself. What had you thought, though? He clucked his tongue, shaking his head with a grin.

"Hm, sounds about right." He glanced over at you, a smug expression adorning his tired face as he shot you a wink. "Stuck with me all weekend, sweetheart, better get used to it."

All you could do was scowl as you withdrew dry clothes from your bag. "Yeah, I don't have to like it, though, Hamilton."

He creased his brow. You would have nearly been concerned at the severity of his heavy brow if not for the mischief shining in his eyes. "Who?"

You held his gaze for only a moment, looking back over your shoulder and deciding how misguided murder would be right now, and whether Patsy would be willing to help you hide the body when you arrived home. Instead, you opted to take a deep breath, refusing to enable him -- or, for that matter, to correct yourself. He seemed equally pleased at your reaction as you went to his attached bathroom to change, though, his satisfied chuckled unable to be mistaken as it carried over your shoulder.

"Anyway, even if you're not gonna budge on the name when it's just us, you've gotta get comfortable with the PDA." Your brows shot up from behind the bathroom door as you peeled off your wet clothing, your eyes widening.

"Hm?" It was too late by the time you realized your voice had high-tailed it up an entire octave, but if Philip noticed, he didn't mention it. He only scoffed audibly.

"C'mon, you know what I mean," he sighed, and you could hear him moving around the room behind you as you pulled on dry pajamas. "Flinching every time I touch you isn't quite how to sell a relationship."

You huffed as you finished pulling your shirt over your head, going to open the bathroom door. "Well, sorry I didn't exactly see it coming," you said bitterly as you walked back in, tying your damp hair up into a bun. "You caught me off guard."

When you finally glanced back over at Philip, he was watching you with slight skepticism evident in his expression, and a whole lot of abs evident on his stomach. Your breath caught in your throat; why the fuck didn't he have a shirt on?

"You're gonna have to get used to it," he said matter-of-factly, pulling a pajama shirt on. How dumbstruck you were must have been obvious, though, and you were having trouble focusing on what he was saying as he chuckled at you. "Y/N?"

Your gaze snapped immediately upward, and you realized you must have looked like a deer in headlights as you met his eyes. "What?" He grinned as you felt heat creep up the back of your neck.

"Said you're gonna have to get used to being caught off guard." He chuckled, standing up and brushing past you on his way to the bathroom, leaving you dumbstruck. "And considering where you're at, you might wanna start now."

Your face burned as he shot you a wink, but you just scoffed, rolled your eyes and played it off as best you could. "Whatever."

You ultimately ended up crashing in his bed while he finished brushing his teeth, turning over and pretending he wasn't little more than a foot behind you. Your heart hammered as you felt the mattress dip behind you, didn't dare open your eyes. He lowered himself into the bed with a sigh, pulled the other end of the sheets over himself.

"So," he finally said, his voice soft, surprising you. You turned over onto your back, craned your next toward him with a raised brow. He gave you a small smile, just the corners of his lips quirked up, and raised his eyebrows. "You much of a cuddler?"

You groaned, shoving his chest before you rolled back over.

[adotblog]

The One Who Always Made The Grade - Chapter 1

Pairing: LMM x Reader

Warnings: none?! Wait, did I write this??

Notes: Lin is workshopping ‘Heights while subbing at a college. Reader (a post-grad) is assigned as his TA. There are a thousand ‘Heights references, obviously and my Shakespeare geek is showing again. Started with a prompt (thank you, lovely lady), and now a 5-part monster.

I couldn’t think of a title, so...!

Words: 2872

Tags: @alexanderusnavilindelahamilton

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You groan as you run your fingers through your hair. The room has been silent for half an hour or so as you both worked. You look over at the professor, then up at the clock. There are still another 15 papers to grade. He eyes the stack of essays. “We need more coffee.”, he says. “Definitely. I’ll go to Joe’s, Mr Miranda”, you say, getting up from the desk. “Please stop calling me that,”, he cringes “You’re not my student, Y/N”. “Sorry...Lin”, you say with a smile as you grab your bag and head for the door.

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“He missed the point entirely?”, Lin asks, putting down his pen and looking across the desk you’re sharing. You have your head in your hands as you grumble. Lin laughs “Didn’t quite catch that, Y/N”. You straighten up and exhale with a loud sigh. Still you can’t stop your frustration leaking into your voice. “He’s lifted the entire quote, right to ‘I will be horribly in love with her’...and he just basically says ‘Benedick realises that to win, he must be more in love than her’”.

Lin grins, amused by your derision of his student’s work. “What would you have written?”, he asks.

You throw your hands in the air. “Maybe, just MAYBE, I’d have mentioned that there’s nuance there-that the actor can decide whether Benedick is newly introduced to the idea of loving Beatrice in this moment or that he could reveal that he’s always been in love with her, but in denial, for so many reasons-both sensible and foolish. Honestly, that’s high school Shakespeare-and he doesn’t get it?”. You stand and pace as you continue.

“MAYBE, I’d have realised that that isn’t even the best quote to focus on-that this play, this amazing play- which he clearly hasn’t read properly- has so many truly magical passages.”. You spin on your heel “Write about ‘I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange?’- the stark beauty of the abrupt admission. Write about Benedick saying he ‘cannot woo in festival terms’, contrast their private, informal love with Claudio and...what?”. You stop-Lin is watching you, leaning back in his chair, arms folded and a goofy smile on his face. He shakes his head. “Nothing. I love your passion.”, he says simply.

“Well...The kid is butchering my favourite play, damnit.”, you sulk as you sit down. “You’re going to make a great teacher”, he says warmly, shocking you into a small smile. “Here, you mark this one”, he says as he hands you a different student’s paper. “She gets it”, he winks.

A little embarrassed now, you hand him the offending paper. “It’s probably not that bad, I…”, you mumble. “Oh I’m sure it is”, Lin says “Damn kid never listens to a word I say.”.

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You check the clock- 10:30. These late night grading sessions have become a habit over the last few weeks. It’s perfect because this part of campus is so quiet at night-just professors who’ve holed away in their offices, the occasional grad student in search of a computer. Mostly it’s just you and Lin, and mostly you’re grading.

You also talk a lot. Sure, about literature. Or at least that’s how it started. Now it’s sometimes movies, or music, even campus gossip occasionally. He’s excitable like a puppy-boundless energy...until his caffeine runs out, anyway.

You look over at Lin now. His brow is furrowed as he squints at his email, clearly displeased at the content.

“Lin?”. “Yeaaaahhh.”, he answers distractedly. “How come you aren’t tenured somewhere?”, you ask. “You’re great, students really work for you...most of them anyway… how come you’re just doing this one semester?”. Lin sits back in his chair. “This isn’t my life’s work.”, he shrugs. You deliberately leave a silence for him to fill. He does. “I’m a writer...a playwright actually. At least, as soon as someone puts one of my musicals on, I will be I guess…”. He looks embarrassed.

“I love musicals. Wow, I’m going to be able to say I knew you when…!”, you say. He’s surprised by your reaction, and grins. “I hope I get good enough that you can…”, he says. “Anyway, I need to balance temp work to give me time to write, with earning money to pay the bills-that’s why I just sub.”. He looks a little weighted down by the admission, it’s clearly something he’s having to struggle with-ambition and failure, uncertainty. There’s no doubt in your mind that he’ll succeed.

“Make me a promise right now.”, you say impulsively, getting to your feet. He looks up at you as you stick your hand out across the desk. “I get tickets to opening night when you get to Broadway.”. He stands too, a slow smile creeping to his face. “Deal.”, he says softly. You return the smile, suddenly acutely aware that you’re effectively holding his hand. And neither of you has let go yet. You can’t be sure but you think you see his gaze flick down to your lips before he releases your hand, his expression awkward.

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An instant message alert pings at your terminal.

Lin: These tests are a hot MESS. Are you free after hours?

Y/N: I finish at 5, can be with you by 6?

Lin: You’re sure? Don’t want to keep you.

Y/N: I’m sure. Bring coffee as payment.

Lin: Deal.

It’s just before 6 when you track him down to the rehearsal room at the very back of the building. “What the…?”, you question as you throw your bag on a chair. “I know. French department’s being fumigated, a bunch of them are camped out in our normal room.”, he complains.

You stand in the middle of the room, assessing the layout. Beaten old upright piano in the corner and a million plastic chairs. No desk, no whiteboard. “Aha!”, you exclaim as you dash across the room to the curtained off area. “What?”, Lin asks, having watched you the whole time. “Behind the curtain, there’s always a folding table.”, you say. “How can you possibly know that?”, he laughs. “Didn’t you ever do community theatre? There’s always a table so they can have committee meetings and feel important.”.

You pull back the curtain with a dramatic flourish. Puppet theatre. Wooden benches. Random bits of scenery. Trestle table. “Score!”, you yell and begin to manhandle it out of the recess. Lin runs to your aid, grabbing the other end. You walk it to the middle of the room where you do battle with the folding legs, both falling about laughing, and eventually get it standing. You pull over two chairs and start unpacking papers from the plastic crate Lin’s brought.

“Huh.”, Lin says as he sits down and opens his laptop. “What?”. You stack papers between you. “We’ve never been on the same side before.”, he says, looking over at your chair. “Umm, of the table. Desk.”, he adds and hands you a coffee. You smile as you take your seat next to him. “Always on your side, Lin”, you joke.

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You push open the door with your butt and reverse into the room with your coffee tray. Lin’s at the piano and plays clown entrance music as you struggle to keep the cups and bags from falling. “Cut that out or no cookies for you!”, you chastise. He comes to take the cups from you and places them atop the piano. He sits back at the keyboard. “I fancied a musical interlude for our coffee break”, he says.

“Like...karaoke?” you ask. “Ha, maybe. What’s your favourite musical?”. You unwrap the cookies as you answer. “Rent. No, Les Mis. No, Rent. Ugh, don’t make me choose things.”. He plays the intro to “A Heart Full Of Love” And you give him a death stare. “NO. Also, eww I’m not Cosette!”, he laughs as he keeps playing. “You’re Eponine?!”. You posture next to the piano. “Duh, I’m Enjolras!”. He laughs so hard he has to stop playing, nearly falling off the stool. You hand him a cookie. “So, cut to the chase.”, you say. He cocks his head to the side. “Lin, you’re at the piano, you clearly want to play me something from your musical”, you tease. “Get on with it.”. You lean your elbow on the top of the piano as he pretends to be outraged.

“Yeah you’re right.”, he concedes after approximately two seconds. He bites the cookie then hands it back to you. He chews super fast, hurriedly takes a sip of coffee and then says “This is called ‘In The Heights’”. He plays a bouncy melody on the keys. “I can’t sit still at all tonight…”.

He plays like someone living the melody. He inhabits the song, it’s just an extension of him. The song, by the way, is utterly charming. It’s a ballad, clearly a love song, but upbeat. It really feels like Lin. Halfway through the verse he looks you in the eye. “So take these dreams

And sing them back to me”.

You weren’t expecting to react to what he was going to sing. But as you hold his gaze and listen to the lyrics and he sings “Please come back to me”, you swallow thickly, wetness gathering at the corner of your eye. He hits the final chord of the song and for a second he just stares at the keys. He’s clearly in the emotion of it and it takes a second for him to slip back into himself. “Uhhh. It needs some more work and..”, he shuffles on the bench.

“Lin, it was beautiful.”, you say, aware there’s a catch in your voice. “You wrote that? You really wrote that?”. He smiles “Yeah.”. “Do you realise how good it is? I...I really am gonna see you on Broadway one day!”, you say excitedly. He smiles and gets up from the bench, heading back to the table/desk. “Break’s over”, he smiles. You chase after him. “No! I need to hear more! Do they get together?! Are they happy? Did you break them up?!”

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From that day, you never go back to the old room. Instead you always use the rehearsal room for grading and lesson planning. You always plan a coffee break and it always happens at the piano.

You always ask Lin to play something he’s written. He always does-he is a natural show-off after all. You love everything he plays, he’s a genuine talent and his songs easily stick in your head so you find yourself humming snippets even when he’s not around.

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“I believe Ms Y/L/N might have some thoughts on that”, Lin says from the whiteboard. Your head snaps up as all the students turn to look at you. Lin grins and beckons you to the front of class. You make your way through the desks, hoping the look you’re giving him accurately conveys your feelings about being put on the spot.

“Much Ado is an infinitely better love story than Romeo and Juliet...Go!”, he says and gestures like a starting pistol, jumping out of the way to give you the floor. You sigh. “Alright. I hope you’re writing this down I’m gonna test you later. First: Beatrice.”.

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“That was...unexpected!”, you scold him later. “Ahh, I’m sorry-but I knew you’d make the case so well”, he grins. You fold your arms. “You had them enthralled.”, he says, more serious now. You begrudgingly thank him “Don’t spring that on me again, though”, you say. “Couldn’t if I wanted to”, Lin says as he packs his messenger bag. “That was our last class together.”.

Oh. Right. He’s a sub, he won’t be back next semester...you’ll be someone else’s TA. You feel a little pang of you don’t know what. “But hey, we’ve gotta get through finals first”, Lin grimaces. “Oh god. Do you have a plan?”, you ask. Lin gets out his diary and you talk through when you can go over the content of the test and then grade it. “We need to post results early that Monday morning so really we need to work through the weekend-can you do that?”, he asks. “Sure. The rehearsal room?”, you ask. “Well, that room seems to be perpetually empty other than for you and me, so yeah.”, Lin chuckles. “I’ll bring the snacks!”, you say happily.

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And so, two weeks later, it’s Saturday night and you’re both cross legged on the floor in front of 30 papers. You’ve laid them all out, trying to sift them into piles of great, good, not great and terrible. Lin sighs. “Honestly, Y/N, if you have somewhere to be-just go. Saturday nights should not be spent like this.”, he grumbles.

“Nah it’s fine.”, you shrug. The truth is you like his company. You look forward to your musical coffee breaks. “Then at least let me buy takeout or something.”, he says. “Lin I literally brought every snack there is, stop procrastinating.”, you say.

“Ugh, fine. How long til we said we’d take a break?”, he asks. “Half an hour-can you manage that?”, you ask sarcastically. He sticks out his tongue before going back to work. Exactly 29 minutes later he jumps up and runs to the bag of snacks you’ve brought. He throws you some gummy bears and rips open a bag of pretzels on his way to the piano.

“Alright what’ll it be tonight?”, he asks, playing a few chords. “Something by you”, you say through a mouthful of gummy bears. “You always say that. I ain’t your performing monkey!”, he jokes. “Please, you live for an audience-you’re everyone’s performing monkey!”, you laugh. He gasps. “How dare you. Ok this one is called Hundreds of stories-but it’s not finished yet.”.

He starts singing a tale of a guy looking for his place in the world. The theme is fairly unremarkable but his lyrics…”memories like dyin’ embers From a dream I can’t remember” strikes you so hard that you miss the next couple of lines. You can easily imagine how an actor will bring these songs to life on stage.

When he finishes you clap. He grins as he grabs another handful of pretzels. “Loved it”, you say. “It’s gonna be an amazing musical, Lin”. “I hope so”, he says. “Hey you should come next time we present it!”, he says excitedly. “I’d love that! Can I sing along?”, you joke. “Absolutely not! You couldn’t anyway…?”, Lin says. “Oh yeah?”, you clear your throat, make a big show of straightening your posture and looking out over the rehearsal room before singing “This is my street, my childhood esquina…”. You only know the first four lines or so but when you turn back to Lin he is grinning ear to ear.

“How’d you remember that?!”, he asks. “Lin you played me it twice and it’s been my ear worm for a month. It’s GENIUS.”, you declare. Lin looks both embarrassed and pleased. “Thank you.”. There’s an awkward pause. “I should go get coffee”, he says and trots over to the door.

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“Agreed?”, you ask, as you both stand in front of the stacks of papers. He takes one last look. “Agreed!”, he says. “Yes!”, you holler. Lin leaps up and down, whooping, then throws his arms around you in a celebratory hug. It only lasts a second before he breaks away and starts piling the papers into his crate, but it takes you longer than that shake yourself back to his conversation. “...and honestly, they’re a good bunch of kids”, he’s saying. You nod and smile.

“Oh! Lin, I forgot I got a favour to ask you.”, you remember. “Sure, What?”. “Umm, well I’m applying for a couple of jobs here-night school teaching, that kind of thing….”. “Y/N, that’s great! You’d be great at that!”, he interrupts excitedly. You smile. “I just wondered if maybe you would give me a reference?”.

“Of course!”, he says “gimme your phone.”. You hand him your phone and he adds his number. “Just call me when you need something.”, he says. “Great, thank you!”, you say in relief. “No problem. Honestly, it’s been great working with you. You deserve to get a good position next year.”, he says warmly. You place your phone back in your pocket with a smile.

Lin picks up the crate as you check around to make sure you haven’t left anything. “That’s it.”. “Thanks for everything, Y/N”, he calls as he heads for the door. You stay rooted to the spot, a strange pit of disappointment in your belly that you don’t quite understand. “Wait, Y/N?”, Lin calls back through the door. “Yeah?”, you shout. He comes back into the room, balancing the box in the doorway. “Call me in a minute and hang up, so that I have your number too.”, he says with a small smile. You return the smile. “Sure.”. “Bye.”.

A few minutes later, as you head to your apartment, you call him and hang up after three rings. As you throw yourself down on your bed, your phone lights up.

Lin: Thanks. See ya around, Y/N.

See ya around.

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[schuylerful-blog]

The Start Of Something New (Daveed x Reader)

Request: Anon: “Hey cutie♡ can you make a fanfic with our baby boy Daveed and reader where the reader is good friend with Oak or Anton and for the first time he meets her/him he starts falls for her/him? Pretty sweeeety plz?”

A/N:(EDit: SCREAMING CAUSE I JUST NOTICED I UNINTENTIONALLY REFERENCED HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL AHGDUWOGFF) (Update as I’m about to post: I’m posting this at 11:17pm at a New Years party why is this my life. Happy New Years!!)Woohoo I’m finally getting round to writing this!!! Im so so so so so sorry for the wait Anon, I struggled a bit with a storyline. That reminds me, thank you Kayla ( @wwonder-landd ) for the help!!! I choose to write with Oak because if I’m bein honest I have zero clue who Anton is (seriously though can someone let me know?? Am I missing out on something??). Let’s get to it!

T/W: Nothing, just my terrible attempt at trying to write flirting

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As you exited the international arrivals terminal, you squinted at the bright sun. You looked around for any sign of your friend, Oak. You lived in England, but you had met Oak during your time at University, which you moved to New Jersey for. You and him had been best friends since then, and when he called you to tell you about his role in Hamilton you were ecstatic. 6 months later, you had tickets (by some miracle), and now you were here to see him preform live. You were about to call him to see where he was, when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were smushed into a hug.

“(Y/N)! You’re here!”, Oak laughed. “I missed you so much”

“I missed you too”, you said, returning the hug. “I can’t wait to see you preform”.

“Still got that British accent?”, he teased, pulling back.

“Still got that American accent?”, you mocked, doing your best fake American accent. You both shared a laugh. Oak grabbed you suitcase and wrapped an arm around you. He pointed to a  car a few metres away. 

“That’s our ride”

“You have a car? Impressive”, you laughed.

“Pft, yeah. I wish. That’s my friend Daveed’s car. He’s in Hamilton too”. You nodded and walked with him to the car. Oak put your suitcase in the boot, then opened the backseat door for you. You sat in the back and Oak went to sit in the front next to Daveed. Daveed turning to you and extended a hand.

“Daveed Diggs”, he said, shaking your hand.

“(Y/N) (L/N)”, you smiled. You both just stared at each other for  moment. Damn, he was cute. The way his hair fell and his eyes seemed to glow. He had a huge smile. He looked perfect. Oak’s laugh broke the silence. 

“D, will you stop oogling my best friend and drive”

“Fine”, he huffed. “And I wasn't oggling”

Applause rang through the theatre at the cast took their final bow and walked of stage. You and most of the room was standing and clapping long after the cast had left. You were blown away. Oak was amazing, the story was amazing, the execution was perfect, and the show’s creator, Lin-Manuel, was a genius. A security guard approached you. 

“(Y/N)?”, she asked. “Okieriete’s friend?”

“Yep, that’s me”

“Follow me”, she said, walking towards a small hallway near the back of the theatre.

“(Y/N)! What did you think?”, Oak asked, pulling you into a crushing hug.

“It. Was. Amazing”, you breathed. You followed Oak as he introduced you to the cast. You complimented Pippa, Renee and Jasmine, gushed with Lin and laughed with Jonathon. Finally you reached Daveed.

“You two have already been introduced”, Oak said. He put a hand on both of your backs and pushed you closer together. “I’ll leave you to it”. He winked and disappeared into the group. Daveed rolled his eyes.

“Classic Oak”, he laughed.

“Yeah”

“He always been like this?” Daveed asked.

“For as long as I can remember”. You smiled. Daveed smiled back.

“When did you meet him?”

“Uni. I moved here for school”

“All the way here?”, he asked.

“Yep. I really wanted to go to that school. Oak was a real anchor for me. He was always there whenever I was stressed, or missing home, or both”. Daveed thought for a moment, then cautiously asked;

“Do you and Oak, you know... have some kind of...”. He trailed off.

“What?”. You were taken aback. “No, of course not. I see Oak like a brother. We would never date”

“That’s good...”

“What?”

“No! That sounded wrong. Oak’s great but... You know, Oak never told me he had such a cute British friend”

“Oh?”. You could feel the blush rising in your cheeks. “So I’m cute?”

“Definitely”, he smirked. 

“Well Oak never told me he had such a cute American friend”. You both laughed.

“Maybe we could keep in touch. You know, after you fly back. When do you go home?”

“Two days. And, I’d like that”

“Good. Talk soon?”, he asked, sliding a small slip of paper into your hand and walking back into the crowd.

“Yeah”, you breathed. You glanced down at the paper. It had a few digits next to a little signature.

D, :)

You smiled to yourself. Maybe this would be the start of something new.

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Thunderstorms and Reunions

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Daveed and Y/N have broken up, but Daveed comes over to comfort Y/N when there is a bad thunderstorm

Word Count: 1.1k

I heard the thunder boom and echo off the walls. I flinched and held onto my blanket even tighter. I had the worst phobia of thunderstorms. They absolutely terrified me.

Up until about three months ago, I had been dating Daveed. He knew how much I hated thunderstorms and was always there to comfort me. Unfortunately, we had broken up and I hadn’t seen him since then.

This was the first big thunderstorm since we had broken up. Therefore, it was the first time I had to deal with a thunderstorm on my own.

I was currently laying in my bed, buried in my blanket. I was trying to ignore the terrifying conditions outside, but every time lightning struck, I found myself absolutely petrified.

I had tried everything: headphones, ear plugs, even a pillow covering my ears. Nothing seemed to work. The thunder just kept constantly booming.

I had picked up my phone about fifty times to FaceTime Daveed. I knew he would be exactly the comfort I needed, but I could never bring myself to press the call button.

So, here I was, panicked and alone in my bedroom as the storm raged on outside.

I vaguely heard a knock at the door. I wasn’t even sure if I had actually heard a knock. “Maybe it was just thunder” I thought to myself. Then, I heard it again. This time I was sure that it was a knock at the door.

I threw on a sweatshirt and walked to answer the door. I opened the door just as lightning cracked and I jumped. Then, I saw a sight even more shocking.

Daveed was standing in front of my door. He was completely drenched from head to toe. I could see the water dripping from his hair on to his face.

“Da...daveed. What are you doing here?” I asked, shocked that he was even here. “Can I come in, it’s pouring out here?” He asked me. I thought about it for a second and realized that nothing could go wrong.

So, I backed up and opened the door for Daveed to walk in. Thunder cracked above the house, I jumped again. Daveed definitely noticed.

“So why are you here?” I asked him, again. “Well it’s pouring outside, I know we broke up and we might not be on good terms, but I also know you hate thunderstorms. I couldn’t get the image of you afraid out of my head. I knew that I would be able to help you calm down, and you deserve that” Daveed explained. I was speechless, this was actually such a sweet gesture.

I felt a small smile, creep up on my face. “That’s really really sweet” I told him. “Are you okay with that? If not, I’ll leave right now” he told me. “No, stay please” I said, smiling at him. He smiled back at me.

“Oh, you’re clothes are all wet. You can put them in the dryer if you want” I offered. “I just have this sweatshirt and jeans on” he explained, awkwardly. “I have a pair of your sweatpants that you left here” I told him. “Okay great” he said, smiling.

I grabbed the pants from my room and followed Daveed to the laundry room. He pulled the sweatshirt off of his head, I tried to not stare at his bare chest, but I couldn’t resist. Then he quickly got out of his jeans and put on the sweatpants that I handed him.

He finished getting changed and turned to face me completely. I got lost in his eyes for a minute, I saw all those qualities that I had fallen in love with. Then the thunder clapped again. I felt myself flinch.

“Hey come here” Daveed said, softly. He held his arms out and wrapped them around my waist and held me tight. I put my arms around his neck and held on tightly to him.

I could feel the heat rush to my cheeks as I realized he didn’t have a shirt on. He still smelled like his cologne. His embrace was comforting and felt like home.

He moved his hands to the back of my thighs. I knew that my was cue to jump and wrap my legs around his waist. He positioned me so that he could hold me comfortably. I nestled my face into the crook of his neck.

He started to walk to my bedroom, the path was probably engrained in his brain. I twirled his hair with my fingers as he walked to my room. He walked over next to my bed and carefully placed me under the covers. And then I saw him walk around to the other side of the bed and get into the covers.

“You’re still okay with this, right?” He asked me. I just nodded and held out my arms in front of me. He took that as an open invitation and pulled me closer to him.

We both had one of our arms propped under our heads as we laid on our sides, facing each other. Daveed had his hand resting on my waist.

“It’s really good to see you” Daveed said, softly. “Yeah, I’ve really missed you” I told him, honestly.

It was so strange to be hanging out with Daveed again. He was someone who knew every inch of my body and all of my deepest fears, and all of a sudden we had stopped talking to each other. Being reunited just felt right.

“So are you seeing anyone?” Daveed asked me, as he brushed a piece of my hair behind my ear. “No, I’m not. What about you?” I asked, simply. I was praying that he was single too, and maybe we would have a shot at a second chance.

“No, I’m still in love with my ex-girlfriend” he said, simply. I couldn’t actually believe what I was hearing. “Was this conversation actually going the way I hoped it would” I wondered to myself.

Before I knew it, he had cupped my cheek and was slowly leaning in to kiss me.

Everything else faded away. I was no longer concerned about the powerful storm outside or the pit of nerves in my stomach.

Then, our lips touched and it was pure bliss. It felt so sweet and soft and delicate, but I could tell that we both had desperately missed each other. However, we were brought back together by this kiss. It was as if all of our time apart no longer mattered, because we found our way back to each other. It felt perfect. It felt meant to be.

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Gently (Elizabeth Judd x Reader)

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Request- “can i request an elizabeth judd x female reader where her and elizabeth are dating and elizabeth comes home from the show really tired and a little distraught because she didn't think she did well enough performing tonight, and the reader makes her dinner and snuggles with her and comforts her and lots of cute stuff like that :) thanks fam”

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A/N - ( WHO CAN’T WAIT FOR THIS TO BE MARKED AS SENSITIVE CONTENT

Also sorry I’m like so bad at writing fluff)

Song- Two Is Better Than One -- Boys Like Girls ft Taylor Swift

Words- 1,000 (sorry it’s so short but can we appreciate that it’s 1000 even?)

The door of your apartment creaked open. Normally, it wouldn’t wake you, but you had just gotten to bed so you were sleeping lightly. You turned over onto your back and waited for your girlfriend to walk in. She usually came into the room to change, went to take a quick shower, and then came back in to cuddle. This time, however, it was taken Elizabeth awhile to walk into the room. You sat up slightly, “Hun?” There was no answer. “Liz, what’s up?” Still, nobody replied. Paranoia started to take over. You grabbed the bat that you always kept under your bed. Living in New York could be scary sometimes. 

You slowly started to walk out of your room towards the open living room of your flat. No one was there, but the light bad been turned on. You heard a noise and whirled around quickly, wielding the bat over your head. 

“Liz!” 

“Oh Jesus Christ, Y/N. Put the bat down,” your girlfriend said. She sat down on the couch with a glass of wine in one hand and the remote in the other.

“Sorry, I- you didn’t say anything when I called so I thought it was a burglar or something.” 

“Oh sorry, you called?” Her tone was flat. 

“Yeah, twice.” You sat down next to her on the couch. “Are you okay?” 

“Fine.” She didn’t look at you. 

“You don’t seem fine.” 

She sighed. “Just tired, okay? I had a hard day.” 

“What happened?” 

“Nothing.” 

You put your hand on her face and turned her head until she was facing you then you pressed your forehead against hers. “I love you.” 

She smiled slightly and put her hand on yours. “I love you too.” 

This was something you did when one of you was upset. If you were both angry, all hell broke loose, but if one of you was in their right mind, they usually tried to fix it by pulling the other closer and talking quietly. So that was exactly what you were going to do. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Elizabeth nodded and turned around so she could lean back into your chest and you could put your arms around her. You reached towards the remote to turn the TV off. “It’s just so hard when you’re not an original cast member, you know? It’s normally fine, but sometimes when I go out to stage door, I can just tell that they all wish it was Pippa out there. Or God forbid I understudy Angelica because Renée needed a break. So then I get a psyched out that I’m not gonna perform that well. It makes me nervous, and then I mess up during the show!” She moved slightly so she could look at you. “It just gets hard every night.” 

You smiled and started to stroke your hand over her hair. “You are an amazing actress and a wonderful singer. You’re so incredibly talented and Hamilton is lucky to have you.” 

She shrugged. “I could have done better.” 

“Please, you do like 80,000 shows a week not every one of them is going to be stellar, babe. That doesn’t make you any less deserving of praise.” You started to stroke your hands slowly up and down her face. “Just relax. Don’t worry about all the bad things you’re thinking about yourself. Let all those thoughts go, okay? Breathe.” 

Elizabeth closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, and then slowly let it out. You pulled her in for a hug and started to place gentle kisses on her temple.”You mean the world to me,” she whispered.

You smiled and pulled away slightly. “You are my world, darling.” You kissed the tip of her nose lightly. “I mean, nothing can be worse than when you were in Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark, right?” 

She pulled away from you and hit you playfully, “I could have died, Y/N!” 

“That’s what I’m saying!” you laughed, “Hamilton is much better right?” 

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, Hamilton is much better.” 

“Come on.” You patted her thigh and stood up. “I’ll reheat some of the chicken chow mein from today, and we can watch TV or something.” 

“Babe, it’s like midnight.” 

You turned around with a fake look of shock. “It is never too late for Friends reruns and crappy infomercials.” You continued into the kitchen, and Elizabeth followed you. She sat on the counter and watched you pull Tupperware containers out of the fridge. 

“Alexa, shuffle my Spotify.” You said to your AI speaker. Sweet, romantic music flowed through the room. You popped a bowl in the microwave and turned to Elizabeth. She smirked and pulled you closer using her legs. You put your hands on her waist and pulled her off the counter, feeling your body heat up at the proximity. Elizabeth wrapped her arms around your neck and started to sway slowly to the beat. You pulled her body closer to yours and kissed her. Kissing was something the two of you had done a thousand times before, but that didn’t make it any less special every time you did. 

The microwave beeped, signaling the end of your impromptu dance. You turned to pull the food out, but she grabbed your arm and pulled you back. 

“I can think of other ways than watching TV to distract me.” She put her hand on the back of your neck and kissed you again. 

 You pointed to the microwave behind you. “But what about the-” 

Elizabeth started to pull you towards the bedroom. “We can deal with that in the morning.” She kissed you again and started to run, laughing into the bedroom. You smiled and followed her. She definitely wasn’t upset anymore.