#so he wouldve loved garlic bread

[wish-i-were-heather]

can i headcanon historical figures

[schlattslonghairytoes]

pictures and pizza📸 🌃 🌹

personal assistant reader x boss schlatt

schlatt forgets something important. again. how will he make it up to you?

working for schlatt was easy

getting every thing done meant you guys could kinda just hang out

you two were getting along great, you were basically friends, except you cooked for him, cleaned, and kept his schedule moving

and you were beginning to love it

but not everything can be perfect

there was one thing about schlatt that was very hard to deal with

schlatt is really fucking stubborn and no diss, a bit lazy

like omfg it was getting old

if he didnt want to do something, or better yet, didnt want to get out of bed!

there was no use, you had no chance of convincing him

but that is your job, and you were damn good at it

it was 10am, as that was the set time you and schlatt decided work began. he had gifted you a key to his apartment after one morning, where you had to call his little sister to let you in, you thought schlatt was dead.

he just fell asleep with headphones on.

anywho, you let yourself in and tidyed up the living room, because the night before schlatt promised you he would be up and ready at 10, he had an extremely important meeting at 11 that was kinda far.

like he could not miss this.

so you trusted him, you also hated barging into his room, it felt like a total invasion of privacy to you, schlatt didnt care when you did it, but to you it was the end of the world

so you waited.

and waited

until you knew he would not make it on time if he wasnt up.

so you mustered up all your courage and knocked on his door.

... silence

by then you gave up and opened the door, and oh lord if you werent mad at him it wouldve been the cutest thing youve ever seen

he was spread across his bed, limbs and blankets everywhere, and jambo and garlic bread (i am not writing REACTED every time.) were cuddled up on top of him. jambo curled up in his left arm, and garlic bread sprawled across his right leg

for a moment you forgot you were mad at him, he looked so handsome, yet so adorable, his mouth was open, and he was snoring softly, and honestly drooling a bit

you pulled out your phone and took a picture, wanting to make it your lockscreen but too scared he would see it. you hearted the picture in your camera roll before opening youtube

you connected your phone to his speaker in the room, and searched "morning bugle call" and hit play on full volume

jambo and garlic bread went flying off of schlatt as he sat up and slapped his hands over his ears "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT" you were wheezing on the floor at that point

when you finally stopped laughing you locked in and turned of the sound, then frowned slightly at him "up and at it, we were supposed to leave 30 minutes ago, you have 5 minutes to get ready. your outfit is picked and hung in the closet, lets go." and you shut his door and sat waiting on the couch

he was out in 4 minutes and 26 seconds. you handed him the breakfast you got him and made your way out the door silently.

"toots, im so sorry, i know i said i would wake up, i swear i set an alarm, c'mon dont be mad at me doll. i promise it wont happen again." he followed hot on your tail, almost chasing you.

like if someone saw they might be worried your about to be abducted.

you sighed and got in the drivers seat of your car, you wanted him to eat so you decided he could be the passenger princess for once

"schlatt this is the third time this week, im not mad, like this is literally my job, but it throws the whole day off, its whatever, eat your breakfast so you dont pass out at the meeting." the meeting was in new jersey and you didnt want to hear schlatts bitching the whole way

you turned up the music and hoped he would be quiet

schlatt on the other hand was rethinking his entire being

how could he let you down again, all he wants is for you to love and want your job, and hes already jepordizing that. for the span of the 30 minute car ride he hatched a plan.

after his four hour meeting he was drained, he waited to see your car pull up and get him, but you were taking an abnormally long time, he was getting worried

but those fears subsided quickly when he recived a text from you

"im gonna kms johnny. why the fuck did you have to have a meeting in new fucking jersey. traffic is insane, be there in 30 minutes pls dont die to a homeless man."

that certainly made him feel better, he searched for a near by store or cafe, but when he found a flower shop he knew that it was redemption time

you on the other hand wanted to throw yourself off of a freeway.

the traffic leaving the city to new jersey was insane, why on a thursday at 430 was traffic slower than joe biden falling off a bike? dont have the answer to that one

but this drive gave you time to think, it wasnt schlatts fault he had trouble waking up, and when traffic got so bad you could literally park, you went on amazon and bought him an alarm clock

one that will for sure wake him up, problem solved. now you could relax. night changes played on aux (rip liam 🥲) and you could think about the man you were ten minutes away from picking up

you opened your phone to see the picture from this morning, you decided so what if he sees, this picture ment the world to you, even though schlatt had been in your life for nearing a month, you knew he'd somehow be apart of it forever

schlatt stood outside of a coffee shop you told him to wait at, holding stuff that could possibly help fix his mistake.

when your car pulled up he started to get nervous, what if he got the wrong flowers, or they didnt make your coffee right, but those doubts melted away when your car came to a hault

you watched him open his door and hand you a large bouquet of flowers and a cold brew. overwhelmed at first you didnt realise what you were holding. you placed the cup into your cup holder and looked at the flowers infront of you

it was made up of roses, lilys, sweetpeas, carnations, alstroemerias, daphnes at the bottom you think?, ruscus, dusty millers, and eucalyptus.

you didnt even know this many pretty flowers existed, after placing the boquet on your lap, you reached over and threw your arms around schlatt

"johnny what is this!" you exclaim, voice muffled my his neck, suprised he wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close

"thought you deserved a gift after i fucked up this morning" he sighs, whichmakes you pull away, but you place a hand on his cheek, slightly scratching his beard with your nails

"oh jay, i wasnt even really mad, this is the nicest thing anyones every done for me" you look at him in awe as he leans into your touch.

"yeah but i feel bad, m' gonna make it up to you, tonight your comin' over, were gonna watch 10 things i hate about you, play mario kart, and order pizza, dont ever let me break your trust again, sound good toots?" his smirk cut right through your heart

oh he looked so kissable right now

that night was spent cuddled up on his couch, playing wii games, forcing schlatt to watch rom coms, and stuffing your faces with pizza

he made you feel like you were in a rom com

that was only just beginning

[dovemouth]

to make up for my short comment last time, prepare yourself ari: this is gonna be lONG

(also sorry i dont reply/quote ur lines in the parts i comment on, i write on my notes app while going back to reread LMAOOAMXMS)

- again, pls, im so happy with wanda and bucky’s dynamic, theyre so fucking cute

- and its like!! i never see them interact in other fics, so this makes my heart sing

- also?? A WALMART DATE WOULDVE BEEN CUTE NGL

- dont have walmart here in the philippines, but i know its a fun experience to be in one anyways

- tHE WAY T AND MISS VILLAIN ARE SENDING TEXTS AT THE SAME TIME KSKDKSKS

- ITS SO FUNNY CAUSE ITS EXACTLY JUST THEIR DYNAMIC WKSKWK

- just gotta say i love how u foreshadowed her hitting her stupid leg on the bedpost HAHAHHAHAHAA

- I LOVE HOW BUCKYS JUST LIKE 👀 WAITING FOR IT TO HAPPEN AT THIS POINT

- also. PLS WKKDKSK

- THE WAY THEY HELD HANDS SO NATURALLY PALDLKS IM 🥺🥺🥺🥺

- dude i almost didnt notice? my GOODNESS

- theyre relationship is gonna be the best because of how much fun they have together... 🥺😌

- lmao when bucky asked “what flowers do u want for ur funeral” PLSSS

- i deadass tell people my preferred flowers ALL THE TIME (as a joke and... not as a joke oop)

- ((not that anyone cares but i want to write it anyways: i want the calmest yellow flowers!! like butter yellow, or soft yellow... i love them))

- ngl... when i read the warnings, i was HOPING someone gets injured and it becomes real dramatic, EXACTLY how miss villain pictured it

- but its just not them 🤷‍♀️ but honestly, i dont mind

- theyre already perfect

- on a serious note... bucky being used to the smell of hospitals :(( poor baby

- on a completely UNserious note, BUCKY AGREEING TO WEAR A TRENCHCOAT AND SHADES IN HER FUNERAL AKSKKSKW

- istg it reminds me of that tiktok,,, wait lemme find it

- i couldnt.., find it...

- idk how to :( but i hope u know what i mean

- the anti gravity boot is really genius ngl?

- like imagine how much people that could help tho, if it was built more efficiently

- miss villain is so talented

- alpine in a cowboy hat made me think of this :)

- agent j... agent p... agent s... i deadass dont remember whos who anymore KAKKDKSS

- why did...miss villain VACUUM GLASS???? HUH

- sorry im sorry but that has to be the most chaotic thing shes done

- i get that glass is a pain to clean up but... shouldnt u like OK LEMME STOP MYSELF im blabbering

- gotta skip this is too long omg

- bucky cooking??

- LASAGNA??? WITH GARLIC BREAD???

- 🤤👋 care to share? yUM

- the sword knife makes me think of percy jackson’s pen sword

- but also...

- i can just imagine jake cooking something up

- and being so used to the shit miss villain put in the kitchen that he just KNOWS which is a normal item and which isnt HAHAHA

- domestic bucky 👉👈 uwu

- sweater? check

- apron? check

- bun? check

- pls im so happy... couldnt help but think of typos bucky too (idk why but i picture him softer and domestic, and harmless bucky looking more like he does in tfatws)

- the droid... WITH HEART EYES

- droid said 🦾💗👄💗 intruder alert KAKKDKS

- a cutie pie

- ngl i felt stressed out the entire time she tried hiding the robot from him

- made me feel so relieved when bucky said he knew

- THEM WATCHING KISSING BOOTH 2 HAJSKSKAKSK

- i havent even finished the first one cause it was so bad

- i kinda want to now HAHAHHA

- “yeah my boyfriend”

- “i’ll warm up the leftovers”

- PLS HAHAHAHA THEYRE SO CUTE I LOVE THEM

- the dialogue is so witty istg

- last but DEFINITELY not the least

- THE CHEEK KISS

- 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

- and *dreamy sigh*

- the way that bucky is so much softer and smoother in this episode?

- like, he flirts with her so naturally

- and literally doesnt even hide his affection im so soft

ari, i genuinely mean it when i say that each chapter gets better and better. i think you’re incredibly talented and hardworking.

when u feel like youre writing isnt good enough, remember that theres people like me who LOVE what you write; and we’re so lucky to read your creations! don’t worry about disappointing us, because u arent. we’re so proud of u!

this series has gone so far, and im so lucky to be part of the ride! thank u so much for this as always! see u love! 💗💗💗 AND HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🥺💗

harmless (xviii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader)

Warnings: cursing, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, obnoxious flirting, mention of death, injuries, hospitals, weapons, etc

Word count: 7.6k

A/N: this chapter was supposed to be short. anyway, happy 6 months to this disaster fic! thank you to the anon who suggested the idea for the beginning of this chapter. my anon who sent me the tiktok about the funny lil vacuum cleaner and the other anon and @rivercocytus for mackie’s steel blue eyes line that’s used here

also im not very sure if this is a good chapter. if i disappoint anyone, just know that i didn’t mean to fkjghfkjgh

If you want more nonsense, you can head on over to Harmless Mini Drabbles :))

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Memories (Lin-Manuel Miranda X Reader)

AHHHHHH so this took a VERY log time to write but its here!!!! I really hope you guys like it <3

Request: Can I have an imagine where the reader and lin have been married since 1997 (they have no kids) and they celebrate their 20th wedding anniversary! 

SO just an fyi, i changed the anniversary to their 15th. In 1997, Lin wouldve been 17, and I didn’t want the characters to be really young when they got married. So they were about 22 when they got married :)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

Word Count: 3277

Warnings: Just some cursing, someone gets a minor injury (i dont wanna say what it is cause it might spoil the fic), if theres any other warning lmk please

MASTERLIST

You stood in front of the mirror, fretting about tonight, July 13.

July 13 was a special day. It was the day you first met Lin, at a campus tour for Wesleyan University, 20 years ago in 1997. It was also, coincidentally, the date of the first Hamilton preview. And, the most important event on this date, your wedding anniversary.

Needless to say, everything about tonight had to be perfect. Starting with your outfit.

You wore a dark blue dress, that fit tight in all the right places. Lin was so going to love it, but he’d probably love taking it off you more when he found out what you had underneath for him.

Lin knocked on the door. A few days prior to today, Lin planned to stay at a friend’s house for the day, so that you two could act like this was a date, and he’d have the opportunity to knock on the door. You had to admit, hearing the knock gave you butterflies. It made you think about your first date with him, in your sophomore year of college.

Despite having met Lin at Wesleyan, that wasn’t the college you’d decided to go to. You both kept in touch during your senior year, always hanging out when you had time. You both knew that you liked each other, but because your careers were going in two different places, you both decided that staying friends would’ve been much easier and less stressful. But that plan hadn’t lasted long. Since your colleges weren’t too far from each other, you and Lin had spent even more time together, sometimes even going to each other’s classes whenever one was too bored waiting for the other’s class to finish. Your friend groups, which eventually merged due to all the time spent together, constantly told you two of the passion you’d had when around each other. You always denied it, and you and Lin continued the friendship.

Until one fateful night, at a frat party at Wesleyan. You were sorta dating a guy during that time, and invited him to the party. A very sensual song came on, so naturally, you had decided to dance with your date. You’d both kissed during the dance and Lin saw it all. After walking you back to the dorm, Lin admitted he couldn’t stand to see you with another guy, and asked if you’d be willing to give the two of you a chance; of course you said yes.

Your first official date had been sometime in the fall of your sophomore year. You were in a red dress, all dolled up and ready. You weren’t nervous, because this was Lin. Why in the world would you be nervous?

But when you heard that knock on your dorm room door, your stomach dropped. The thought of eating that night made you sick. This was Lin. You kept telling yourself. But no, it wasn’t Lin. It was your date. You had to impress him, right?

All bad thoughts you’d had that day came back, which was absurd. You’d been married 15 years. Why in the hell would you be worried?

Because you love him. A beautifully reasonable voice in your head said. You agreed with the voice, and swallowed your worries. This was your husband, your beautiful, talented and amazing husband.

Finally getting the courage to go on this date, you smoothed down the non-existent wrinkles in the dress you’d spent a good hour ironing and walked to the door. The moment you opened the door, you were greeted with the beautiful sight of Lin-Manuel Miranda. He literally took your breath away.

“Woah,” Lin whispered, obviously as starstruck with you as you were with him.

“You look amazing,” You both said at the same time.

“Thanks, I try.” You both said at the same time again. You giggled and Lin rolled his eyes. 15 years of marriage made you both think the same way.

“So where are we going?” You asked, linking your arm with Lin’s.

“It’s a surprise.” He said.

You rolled your eyes. Lin loved surprises. As long as they weren’t for him.

Lin led you down to his car and opened the passenger door for you. You stepped in, making sure your dress was tucked under you. You didn’t want Lin to get a peak of his surprise.

The drive to wherever the hell you guys were going was a pretty long, so you and Lin played a car game on the way. I Spy, was always a favorite of yours, so that was what you played.

“I spy with my little eyes something green.” Lin started.

“The traffic light?”

“Mm-mm.”

“Uh… That tree?”

“Nope.”

“Your air freshener.” You said, sure of yourself.

“Nope, do you give up?”

“I guess.”

“It was that sign we passed by like four miles ago.”

“Lin! You can’t choose something like that!”

“Why not?”

“It’s cheating!”

“No, it’s called strategy.” He said smugly. You socked him in the arm and took your turn.

Lin won the game, through lots of cheating you might add.

As you stepped out of the car, you were greeted with the sight of Wesleyan University.

“Wha-”

“Now this is only our first stop for the night. I thought you might like a tour of the campus. It might convince you that you made a bad decision not going to Wesleyan.”

“Haha, very funny. But can I ask how you expect to get a tour of the campus when it's 6 o’clock at night?”

“See, since I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda, I can get whatever the hell I want, especially since I’m an alumni here.”

As Lin said that, a man came walking out of one of the buildings, carrying two folders with him.

“Hello, Mr. Miranda.” He said, walking up to Lin and shaking his hand. “Hello, Ms. Miranda.” He now gave his hand to you. You shook his hand, still in a state of shock, since Lin wasn’t kidding when he said you guys were getting a tour of the university.

The tour was just as you remembered it. You all passed by the science building and you were hit with another memory.

Senior year was fast approaching, so your parents decided that summer was a great time to visit colleges. You’d already visited a couple, some you had good chances of getting into, others not so much. The whole experience was fun, but at this point, you just really wanted to go home and be able to sleep. This was the second and last college of the day and you were dreading it. It didn’t help that being around other people your age made you anxious. They were so different yet similar to you that you could hardly stand them, let alone kids from your own school.

Wesleyan University had a beautiful campus, but it just didn’t give you that vibe. The vibe that this was the place that you belonged in, that feeling that this was home. But you continued the tour because the tour guide said there would be snacks waiting for everyone at the end of the tour.

Five minutes into the tour, a young man followed by an older man, who looked similar to him so you could only assume that was his father, walked up to the rest of the tour. They were both out of breath as they stood next to you and your parents.

You gave the younger man a questioning look and he shrugged and leaned in close to whisper “My dad got lost on the way here.” You nodded in response and paid attention to the tour guide.

You thought that was the end of the conversation, but the other guy apparently didn’t. “You from here?”

“Not really.”

“Where do you live?”

You sighed loudly, hoping he would see that you were exasperated with the conversation. He didn’t care. “New York.”

“Really? So do I!”

“Lin.” His dad said. You stifled a laugh as Lin quickly shut his mouth so his dad wouldn’t yell at him again.

The tour guide led everyone inside a building. You could hear him start explaining how it was a science building and where they got the money to afford to build it. Lin decided this was a perfect opportunity to start talking again.

“Where in New York do you live?”

“NYC.”

He nodded his head and thankfully, that’s the end of that conversation. The tour guide leads everyone upstairs and as you lifted your leg to step up, you tripped on your untied shoelaces. Your leg got stuck in the air and you barely had a chance to fall forward before you mom turns around to you, ultimately knocking you backwards instead.

With a yelp, you fell backwards until you’re caught in the air by a certain Nuyorican.

“Looks like you’re falling for me.” He said with a smirk.

You scoffed and stand up, putting as much space as you can from ‘Lin.’

Thankfully, the memory isn’t relived and you make it up the steps without incident.

Everything else about the tour was unmemorable, the first time you went through it. If there was anything you remembered from the first tour, it was that Lin consistently tried to flirt with you, and consistently failed.

The next stop on Lin’s surprise night is a restaurant. And not just any restaurant. It's your favorite restaurant.

It's a pizza parlor, that only just recently got renovated to add indoor seating. You and Lin are much too overdressed, but Lin didn’t seem to mind as he led you over to a table he apparently reserved. You both sit down and a waitress comes over with two small menus. Lin waves the menu away and said, “I already know what we’re going to order.”

“Do you now?” You asked, resting your chin on your hand.

The waitress tried to stifle her laugh. Lin stuck his tongue out at you and continued. “Yes, half-mushroom and half sausage pizza, with three mushrooms on each slice of the mushroom side, one lime Coke, one regular Coke, an order of garlic bread, with extra garlic, and buffalo wings, with two ranches and one nacho cheese.”

You were shocked.

“What?” Lin asked when the waitress walked away.

“We haven’t been here in five years. You still remembered our order.”

“Of course I do. I remember everything.”

You smirked. “Everything?”

Lin noticed the evil twinkle in your eye. “What?”

“Do you remember the first time we came here?”

His cheeks went red. “Nope, don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh I think you do.”

Another memory found its way through your head.

On your one year anniversary, you’d decided to take Lin to your favorite restaurant, one that your family always took you and your sibling up to on vacations. It was where they had met, and you’d always dreamed of meeting your own soulmate there too. Unfortunately that never happened, but you were pretty happy with the place where you met your soulmate.

You’d told him about it, but neither of you ever had the time to go and visit it. But for your one year anniversary, you both thought it would be fun to take the long drive up to Middletown for the date.

You loved mushroom pizza, but only from this pizzeria. No other pizzaria could match the taste of this pizza, so you’d never ordered it anywhere else. Which was why Lin was surprised when you ordered a large mushroom pizza.

“Mushrooms?” He asked, taking a nervous sip of his water.

“Yeah… Is that okay?”

“Yeah, its just just never ordered mushroom pizza before.”

“That’s because I only like it from here.” At seeing the anxious look on his face, you added “We can make it half and half if you want, it's okay.”

“No, I love mushrooms! Don’t worry, babe.” Lin said quickly. You nodded your head, although you already knew he was lying. But if he didn’t want to speak up, then you were just going to sit back and watch as a disaster happened. Boy, was it going to be a great show.

And a great show it was.

When the pizza came, Lin gagged, though he hid it pretty well. But considering how well you knew Lin, you knew when he was disgusted with something. And he was definitely disgusted now.

“Smells amazing right?” You asked, smiling big.

“Yup! Can’t wait to eat it!” He rushed to grab a slice and stuffed a big bite into his mouth. His eyes widened as the slimy texture of the mushroom finally touched his tongue. With great difficulty, he swallowed it, and smiled at you.

“Taste good, babe?” You asked. He smiled, but you could see the pain in his eyes.

He struggled to eat two slices of pizza, and you happily ate half of the pie.

Once the pizza was stored away in a take out container and the meal was paid for, you and Lin left the pizzeria.

Lin was silent as you guys walked back to the car.

“Lin, are you-”

Before you finished your sentence, Lin was running to some bushes across the street, and throwing up what he had eaten. You ran to him, asking him if he was okay.

“Yeah, I just...”

“Don’t like mushrooms?”

He looked down guiltily.

“Lin, babe.” You used your finger to lift his head up by his chin. You grabbed the sleeve of the hoodie that was wrapped around your waist to wipe his mouth. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You seemed really excited to eat here, and when you ordered that,” He made a disgusted face, “I didn’t want to make you unhappy. You love it whenever we have something in common, and I just like making you happy, okay?”

You shook your head, smiling. “I also like it when we have things not in common. It keeps me on my toes, you know.” You joked, but then turned serious. “I want to make you happy too, and I want to take care of you. Letting you suffer by eating mushroom doesn't seem like taking care of you. Next time you don’t like something, you tell me, okay? We’re married and that means we take care of each other, Lin. It's not a one-way thing.”

He smiled, and wrapped his arms around your torso. “Got it.” He leaned down for a kiss and you quickly turned your head away.

“Okay, I love you a lot, but what we’re not gonna do is make out after you just vomited all over some people’s lawn.”

He smiled again, and settled for kissing you on your cheek.

“I thought we agreed to never bring that up again.” Lin said.

“Wha- No! That was the funniest thing to ever happen. You weren’t watching your face as you ate it, Lin. You looked like you were forced to eat shit.”

“It tasted like shit too.”

“Hey!”

He put his arms up in surrender. “I’m just being honest.”

The time at the pizzeria is uneventful. You and Lin just continue to talk and joke around, occasionally throwing food at each other, thus earning the stares of parents in the pizzeria. Neither of you were setting a good example to any of the kids in there.

Once the food was eaten and packed away, you and Lin left. There was a beach not too far from the pizzeria, so that was the next stop.

Like every other moment of that night, the beach brought up old memories of you and your husband.

It wasn’t necessarily the beach that you were afraid of; it was the nasty creatures that resided in the ocean. Namely, jellyfish. When you were ten years old, a jellyfish came and stung you on your arm. This was back when people still believed peeing on a jellyfish sting actually helped it; so of course what happened on that horrible day? Your friend, who’d been there with you, decided that they were going to save the day, and peed on your arm. Unfortunately, they didn’t pay attention to where they were peeing and accidentally got some pee on your hair.

Since then, beaches were completely banned for you. It was Lin who’d convinced you to go to a beach during spring break in your freshman year of college. You just absolutely refused to go anywhere near the water. Your rational adult brain knew that there was no reason for you to be afraid of the ocean, but your inner child always came out whenever a beach was mentioned, so you still never managed to go into the actual ocean. And if you would ever go to the beach, it would only be with Lin by your side, so that he could “beat all the mean, ol’ jellyfish away from you”, as he kindly explained it.

It was your fear of beaches that gave Lin the brilliant idea to propose to you there.

“Now wait, hear me out.” Lin said when he brought the idea up with your older sister. “I want to replace a bad memory with a good one. This is the perfect way to do it!”

Now you had to admit, when your sister told you he said this after that day, it made perfect sense. And you couldn’t help but fall more in love with him, if that were even possible.

Lin took you to the beach, as normal as ever. He’d even coaxed you into going to the edge of the water, watching him as he splashed around in the water, and giggling whenever he splashed you in return.

It was there, when he got down on one knee, submerging almost his entire lower half of his body in the water, that he proposed to you. Too bad that immediately after you said yes, and he was standing up to put the ring on you, a jellyfish stung Lin. On his… private part.

He was rushed immediately to the hospital, and the whole way there, Lin cried about how he ruined the proposal.

“Babe, it was perfect, stop crying about it. I love it.”

“But it's ruined. I tried to give you a good memory but now its a bad memory.”

“Baby, a couple years from now, hell, a couple days from now, we’re gonna be laughing about today. Don’t worry Lin, everything about today was perfect.”

He, of course, still wasn’t happy about that. But you were right. A couple days later, when Lin’s embarrassment was gone, he laughed about the situation until he couldn’t breath and he had tears rolling down his face.

You and Lin walked along the water’s edge, talking about each other’s job, occasionally splashing the other with water using your feet. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.

The drive back to New York was quiet, the only sound in the car being a CD that Lin made for you on your birthday many years ago. Come to think of it, everything you had in your life was touched by Lin. Even the car, which you’d had for 10 years now, was touched by Lin; he was there when you bought the car and he’d been the one to pick it.

There was nothing that didn’t have Lin all over it, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“What are you smiling about over there?” Lin asked, grabbing your hand and giving the back of it a big smooch.

“Nothing. Just that I’m lucky to have you.” You turned to look at him. “I love you so much, Lin-Manuel.”

“I love you too, Y/N. I love you so much.”