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bengals-barnesbabe · 4 months ago

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Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!Fem Reader

Summary: Venus goes on live after rehearsal and lets her fans take a glimpse into what her and Joe's nights together are like.

Chapter 24: Mr. Perfect

#Track9 Masterlist | Main Masterlist

TW: implied smut, language, haters.

WC: about 2k

Part 1 🖤

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@musicbyvenus has started an Instagram Live! Come join!

“Hello, all you beautiful people. How are my babes doing tonight? I haven’t done this in a hot minute, so be patient with me. I had a really long day and thought the best way to unwind would be for me to unload onto my darling fans.” The woman chuckled to herself while watching the viewer count grow by hundreds per minute.

Tell us all about your day bestie!

How are rehearsals going?

Are you gonna release the set list yet?

How’s Joe doing?

Where’s Joe?!?

“Wow these are coming in fast. I’m going to try and answer as many of your questions as possible, but thank you guys for just being here with me. I know I tend to go a bit awol with my public appearances, so I appreciate everyone here. Rehearsals are going great, I’m very happy with how the show is looking.”

@MarsOfficial Im expecting a least two Hamilton songs while I’m in attendance

“You always expect so much of me; you’re starting to sound like my mother, Y/Bff.”

@MarsOfficial then maybe you should start listening to me

A light-hearted giggle makes its way into the air as she reads her best friend’s comment. “I always listen to you!”

@MarsOfficial fat liesssss

“Y'all listen; the only reason I am in a relationship right now is because Y/Bff and Riana, two of my best friends, literally pushed us together. None of this would’ve happened without them.”

“What wouldn’t have happened without who?” A deep voice coming from behind her says.

OMG ITS JOEY

Joe said shit i have to work lol

PLEASE ASK HIM TO STAY

ON GOD HES SO HOT

I DON'T KNOW WHY I expected him to walk in shirtless, but I’m kinda disappointed

IS HE COMING TO THE LA SHOW???

“I was talking about how we got together.” Y/n peaks behind herself to watch the quarterback snicker while fishing through their kitchen cabinets.

“Oh you mean when your friends pretended to be my ex to make you jealous? Yea they were a great help.” Joe rolled his eyes while grabbing a snack and a bottle of water. “I’ll have you know, I was fully capable of doing that on my own.”

@Riri.intl24 why is he lying, he had almost two years to make a move and DIDNT

“Riana begs to differ. Can you grab me-“ Y/n’s cut off by her own water and snack being dangled in front of her. “Thank you.”

WHAT A GENTLEMAN

UGH I WANT ONE

IS THAT A CLIFF BAR

Y/n we’re judging you so hard right now

Joe takes a seat next to her but slightly out of camera. “Of course, and tell Riana I was trying to time it right.”

“Ok Mr. Time-Is-Of-The-Essence.” She smirked, then turned back to her phone. “Why are you people roasting my cliff bar?”

@MarsOfficial because you once said it tasted like good dirt then proceeded to inhale one

“I’m going to ignore that. Let’s answer some questions! Yes, Joey’s going to be at the LA show. I am not releasing the set list, but I do have an announcement regarding it. I’ve decided that my show will be about 2 hours long and each show will have 3-4 different surprise songs. I’m very excited about that. If yall have been keeping up on X, then you’d know the first show’s theme is ‘Slumber Party’. Unfortunately I can’t kick anyone out if they don’t dress up-“

ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO PERFORM HAMILTON SONGS?

Is Walk Like This on the Set List

“Fantastic.”

THE NERVE

“You are not anyone, you have to dress up.” She pointed at the man.

YESSS SIS

You should bring him on stage with you!

WALK HIM LIKE A DOG

Joey shook his head and sighed, “I was joking babe, kinda.”

“Uh huh sureeee. Whoever asked about Walk Like This, this answer is 100%. I absolutely love that song and the choreo, ugh amazing. I can’t wait to perform it.”

What song is Joe most excited for?

What songs will you absolutely NOT be singing?

Is ‘The One’ on the no list?

“I don’t even have to ask him which one he wants to see the most. Joey?”

“Crazy for You.” He smiled.

“See, he’s extremely predictable.”

scripted

“Ok hold on, I also like what you did with Tell Me You Love Me.” He so kindly added.

“Why thank you kind sir.”

@lahjay10_ gross

We love a supportive boyfriend

Husband Material

Get married please

ADOPT ME

Not all of Team Shiesty being in the comments

It's in their dating contract

“Yall are too funny.” Y/n looks over at Joe to see him with his head thrown back laughing. “What is it?”

“Your accent.” He coughed out.

“Joey, I don't have an accent.” She pouts.

Nahhh we know a southern belle when we hear one

Someone forgot she’s from Georgia

You’d think it’d get weaker the longer she stays up north

orrrr maybe she still has it because she doesn't actually live in Ohio

“Yes you do, but don’t worry I think it’s absolutely adorable.”

“I can’t with you.” She rolled her eyes, but the smile spreading across her cheeks told him otherwise.

@MarsOfficial I KNEW IT

@MarsOfficial I knew he had a thing for your country shit

“Aight, we are getting off task! Is there a No list? Technically yes, but no ‘The One’ is not on it. And before any of you start, Joseph, please tell the people how you feel about ‘The One’ once and for all.” Y/n turns the phone so the fans have a full picture of him.

“I feel like people have been waiting and praying for this moment.” He chuckles brushing his fingers through his hair.

CAUSE WE HAVEEEEE

TELL USSSS

WE NEED TO KNOW

He raises his right hand. “Ok, everyone listening. I, Joe Burrow of the Cincinnati Bengals.”

“Oh my god.”

“I’m trying to deliver an address here, princess.” He said sternly. She pretended to zip her mouth shut and throw away the key.

Stop making me feel singleeee

“Ok where were we, right. I, Joe Burrow of the Cincinnati Bengals, solemnly swear that Track Nine is one of my actual favorite songs that Y/n has put out. Now all the commotion stops here, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.” As he finishes, they lock eyes and simultaneously burst into fits of laughter.

I knew it wasn’t that serious

We were clickbaited

THEY FOOLED US

Social Media is the devil

@MarsOfficial I tried to tell you

Her next project is gonna go so crazy

Hiiii from Canada

Instead of turning the phone back towards his girlfriend, Joey gently cuffs her waist and pulls her over to himself so she can continue her job. Then rests his hand over her shoulder.

Yoooo if you couldn’t see the height difference then, you def see it now🤭

Ugh they look so damn good together

Yall should do an whole day in the life

What happened to not liking cameras Joey???

“Okay guys, I think I’m gonna take a few more questions then call it a night.”

Noooo

Has Joe seen the entire show?

Booooo

Yes get off so Joe can get off from work and see his real girl

European fans here!!!

What is your ideal date night?

“I know I know, but our dinner’s almost here so we gotta wrap this up. No, he has not seen the whole show. I need my man to be surprised too. More importantly, he has no clue how Crazy for Me is being set.” She smirked as she felt his hand move down to her thigh.

Oh they gon wrap something else up tonight too

“Oh but does my mind wonder.” He bites his lip, no longer able to pay attention to anything but the woman on his right.

Omg the sexual tension is brewing

His hand continues to stroke her thigh until his phone goes off. “Fuck, food’s here.” He gets up and rounds the couch, but before he completely passes her their dark eyes meet and he makes a quick stop.

@MarsOfficial I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again, they are literally CRAZY for each other

Dream vacation??

I’m sorry why can’t a man look at me like that

She was right about this not lasting very long

Shiiiiii I wonder how long HE lasts👀

@lahjay10_ yalls comments are getting out of hand

A strong but gentle hand lightly pulls her head back and they smile before he connects his lips to hers for a shy but sweet kiss, then he pecks her forehead and leaves the frame.

AGAIN A MAN LIKE THAT PLEASE

GOD WHOEVER IS LISTENING THANK YOU

That looked mad forced

You make me feel so single🤧

If you weren’t famous, what would you be doing?

Y/n quickly clears her throat before looking back at her comments.

@lahjay10_ oh god, get that off of my phone

She’s so flusteredddd

Girl we understand whewwww

“Uno, go away. Okay um, speed round. Dream vacation is definitely Greece. Ideal date night depends on how we’re feeling, but you can’t go wrong with a nice restaurant then coming home and getting in the hot tub. If I weren’t famous what would I be doing?”

Joe Burrow.

The man right behind you

That one Cincinnati quarterback maybe🤭

regular shit because they wouldn't even know each other

yall are unhinged

Her eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder at her boyfriend setting up their dinner. “Hmmmm yes to the first three.”

QUEEN

@Riri.intl24 Girl focus!

@MarsOfficial Ridiculous.

“Ok but for real if I wasn’t famous I guess I’d be trying to put myself through school.” She shrugged.

“Nope, you’d be in your residency program like you’re supposed to because I’d take care of everything. Now sign off of there so I can have my dessert.” He stated from the background.

“We didn’t order any dessert.”

Joe darkly smiled, “we didn’t have to. Everything I want is already here.”

HOT SHIT

OMG

thats so scripted🥱

I THREW THE PHONE

MSKSKFYCYHC

GIRL GO

“Fuck me.” She says under her breath, then reaches for her phone.

“I’m trying.”

SCREAMING

@lahjay10_ imma clown his ass for this so much

@MarsOfficial Venus you need to move faster

@Riri.intl24 Esa comida no se comerá pronto

(translation: that food is not getting eaten anytime soon)

“Jesus, bye babes. Love yall, and I can’t wait to meet you soon.” She stands, blows the camera a quick kiss, and turns off the phone.

As she walks toward the dining room, he meets her half way and backs her up against a wall. “Fucking finally, I’ve wanted you since I first walked in.”

His hands go straight to her soft waist and his lips meet hers with an intense fervor. Breathless moans are smothered against his lips and her fingers tangle in his hair. “Wha-what about the food?”

Joe grips her ass, his lips pull off of hers, and they begin to suck purple bruises on her neck and behind her ear. “You always say it tastes better after it's reheated anyway.”

He pecks her lips and smiles at his handy work: her lips swollen and red, eyes burning with a dark desire, neck glistening with a shiny magenta hue and knees trembling from the pressure. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her face heats up as she takes in the sight of her lover with a matching set of glossy lips. “I love you.”

“I love you more than anything, and I’m about to show you exactly how much.” He smirks then throws her over his shoulder and takes off towards the bedroom.

“Joey!”

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a/n: part two this weekend♡

<<< Ch. 23: Tour Countdown | Part Two >>>

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itsgiovanna · 1 year ago

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private but not a secret

pairing: fem!reader x lewis hamilton

type: instagram a.u

summary: you're a very famous actress and is keeping a private relationship with lewis hamilton, you've been together before but things didn't work out. although, there’s a saying that goes: what's yours will find you. maybe they find each other, maybe not. who knows? destiny makes the move.

notes: this is my first instagram a.u, i hope you love it as much as i did 🤍 :)

warnings: fluff, cursing.

face claim: jasmine tookes

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yourusername happy to be part of it 🤍☺��

user1 she’s so gorgeous i can’t 😭🥺

user7 LOVE OF MY LIFE

yourinstagramupdates mother is mothering 🥵

user3 wait…. is that an engagement ring?

↳ lovingyourinstagram I JUST NOTICED IT

↳ hater6 she better not be back with lewis 🙄🤮

↳ hater4 i hate her lmao

↳ user2 you don’t even know her stfu

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yourinstagram thank you, @BritishVogue! it was an honor to be part of the october issue 🤍

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zendaya 😍😍😍

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florencepugh i miss you, hottie! ❤️

↳ yourinstagram miss you, flo 🥺💖

user5 STUNNING

user10 can i be you when i grow up?

user2 please hit me in the face with a baseball bat

carmenmundt gorgeous 🤎

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lewishamilton there's no place like home. 🇬🇧

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georgerussel looking good for the lady

↳ lewishamilton always, mate.

↳ user44 GEORGE RUSSEL WHAT IS THIS

↳ user35 did he just referred to that girl? 🤨

↳ user6 you mean his gf lol

yourinstagram the necklace would look better on me, tho. 🤍

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↳ yourinstagram we’ll see…

↳ user 32 WHAT IS GOING ON OMG

↳ user 1 i hope they got back together 😭😭❤️‍🩹

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↳ user27 get off roscoe's account lewis

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yourinstagram just got to do the hot laps with mercedes at the british grand prix! thank you @f1 💜

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georgerussel finally, lewis wouldn't shut up about it. anyway, it was good to see you 😄

↳ yourinstagram good to see you too, george!

danielricciardo still on the soft launch...

↳ yourinstagram 🤫🤫🤫

lewishamilton 💜

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user34 OMG IS THIS REAL

user5 i love them 😭

user8 not george exposing their relationship lmao 💀💀

mercedesamgf1 welcome to the family 🤍

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heidiberger how can you never look ugly? ugh, i hate you.

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user67 this is too much i'm gonna pass out

user82 she had the privilege of being the passenger princess of SIR LEWIS HAMILTON 🫠

anyataylorjoy 🩵🩵

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yourinstagram i couldn't be more proud of you, @lewishamilton. congratulations on @Almave! 🤍🥃

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lewishamilton you're something else ❤️

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pierregasly this is good advertising

↳ georgerussel he probably begged her to post it

↳ lewishamilton really, mate?

↳ user58 THE OFFICIAL SOFT LAUNCH

user9 i just need one picture of them together, ONE!

user12 hope they post something together soon 😭

user87 what’s written on her necklace?

↳ user5 it looks like two letters? “m” and “n”? idk, i’m confused 🤔

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lewishamilton every day in the motherland is more beautiful than the last. much love from us, kenya. 🇰🇪❤️

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yourinstagram it was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, happy to share it with you 🤍

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user76 I'M GONNA PASS OUT RN

fencer 😍

user1 this just made my day omg

user59 oh to be her :(

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yourinstagram one month ago, this happened… i'm the happiest woman in the world, you've stolen my heart in every possible way and i'm forever grateful for you, @lewishamilton. i can't wait to continue writing our story, my love. i love you, endlessly 🤍💍

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lewishamilton I promise it'll be a thrilling ride, baby. i love you, forever.

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georgerussel congratulations, guys! 💙

roscoelovescoco mom's and dad's 😍

sebastianvettel ❤️

naomi 🥰😍

serenawilliams the best couple there is ❤️

mercedesamgf1 future mr. and mrs. hamilton 🖤

user4 SHAKING CRYING THROWING UP

user67 imagine their babies 😭😭😭😭

user2 OMGGGGG

user8 the best day of my fucking life!!!!!!

valtteribottas when can i babysit your kids?

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susiewolff i'm so happy for you two ❤️

mickschumacher congratulations 😇🤍

landonorris aw ❤️

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lewishamilton three months ago on 7.9.23 at exactly 10:34P.M we welcomed our little girl to the world, mia nancy hamilton. it's been emotional and incredible at the same time, y/n you're amazing and mia couldn't have a better momma, i love you, darling. altought we're very happy to share the news with you all, we kindly ask for privacy at this moment. ❤️

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yourinstagram thank you for everything, love. i will always be by your side, i'm so happy that it gets to be the three of us now. mia is extremely lucky for having a caring, loving and admirable daddy like you, @lewishamilton. i love you more than my words can express, can't wait to have you home 🤍

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sebastianvettel beautiful family 😊❤️

zendaya omg 😍😍

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pierregasly congratulations!!!

heidiberger auntie heidi loves baby mia 🥹

danielricciardo can i babysit?

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user4 OMFG SHE'S SO CUTE

user6 i fucking KNEW IT 😍😍

user1 lewis was meant to be a girl dad

user8 imagine her wearing a little mercedes suit 😭

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umlewis · 11 months ago

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Informing Toto Wolff that he's off to Ferrari in 2025, the team boss told Lewis Hamilton to picture the Mercedes rear wing, because that will be his "perspective" next season. Although Hamilton signed a two-year contract with Mercedes back in August last year, the Briton opted to activate an escape clause that allowed him to leave after just one year.

Toto Wolff: Hamilton/Ferrari leak didn't "give me lots of options"

Deciding over F1's Christmas break that he wanted a new challenge, the timeframe reads the decision, contact, negotiations, and signing all took place over a six-week period, and after that, Wolff was informed with Hamilton telling his team boss about his move as the news began to leak. "Not a lot," Wolff told Fox Sports Australia when asked about the time difference between his sit-down with Hamilton and the announcements. "I think it was difficult for him to really tell me because he left for the Christmas holiday and was Mercedes forever. Normally that's a time where we don't speak a lot, because he's gone, because otherwise we're speaking every day. And then he came back and said, 'Can we have a coffee?' He came for coffee-that's a normal thing we're doing when the season kicks off-and he said, 'I'm moving to Ferrari,' and I said, 'Really?' Not that it shocked me, because we knew that we have a short-term contract, but the timing, at the beginning of the season... I said, 'Why at the beginning of season?' He said he just wanted to have it out and not have it as a burden. Then you've got to stay pragmatic. After that five minute shock and disbelief it was like, 'Okay, what are we doing announcement? What are we doing going forward into the season?' And he said, 'Well, the announcement is a tricky thing, because I think it's leaking.' It didn't give me lots of options."

Toto Wolff "can't imagine" Lewis Hamilton in red

With Hamilton joining Mercedes in 2013, the same year Wolff signed up, the two have been together for six of the Briton driver's championship titles, and together won eight consecutive Constructors' Championships from 2014 to 2021. It begs the question, is Wolff disappointed by Hamilton's decision to leave Mercedes for Ferrari? "No, not at all," he insisted. "I think sportspeople have a limited shelf life when they are at the peak of their performance, peak of their earning power, and that is maybe ten to fifteen years. They've got to do it and take that limited amount of time where you want to win as many races and as much as possible, and that's why I understand that he says 'I gotta go a different path, I need to reinvent myself.' I see the positives, because our years were so great and we really have a strong bond. And in the same way, we are able to separate in wishing each other really all the best. Hopefully we'll be beating him on track, and we at the same time can embark on a new route with another new driver next to George." And beating him on track was Wolff's jibe to Hamilton after the 39-year-old broke the news. "I think, first, I can't imagine him in the red. I don't think it suits him," the Austrian added, "but I think that picture is gonna be interesting. And then I told him, 'You got to really picture our rear wing, because that's the perspective you're going to have.'"

#l o l to be as delusionally optimistic as this idiot #keep your george hate out of my notifs :)#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #not a race #2024 not a race #between australia and japan 2024 #pre-season #pre-season 2024 #with george #toto wolff

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mirrorball-leclerc · 1 year ago

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track 001. quien es el?

─── ❝ y ¿quién es él? ❞ ───

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esteban ocon can i be the first to say that i had no idea any of this was happening? fernando and i knew he was leaving, we just didn’t know where. i was not expecting otmar to react the way he did.

daniel ricciardo i think this may be the most dramatic exit and entrance in the current years of f1

mae jones the only thing to top this would be if ferrari’s golden boy announced he was leaving to redbull charles leclerc stop spreading the rumor that i’m leaving ferrari! mae jones never, it's hilarious watching the tifosi lose their shit on twitter whenever the rumor starts back up again

mick schumacher not to mention seb’s retirement

lance stroll STOP! IF WE DON'T TALK ABOUT IT THEN THAT DOESNT MAKE IT REAL! charles leclerc DON’T TALK ABOUT IT! SEB ISN'T RETIRING! LET US LIVE IN DELUSION! isabella perez can’t believe paddock dad is leaving us to fend for ourselves. don’t bring it up again mick freya vettel at least you still have nando and lewis? george russell realistically, we’re all gonna die then. lance stroll we get it, he’s your dad, you’re going to see him more than us now lewis hamilton okay, forget you guys and seeing roscoe penelope trevino don’t you dare take away our roscoe privileges sebastian vettel nice to know you all love me charles leclerc is it enough to keep you from retiring? sebastian vettel no

lando norris i’m supposed to be the responsible one now?

daphne jones added two new people

daphne jones i'm begging you heathens please be nice to the new rookies and do not question how i got their numbers

max verstappen it’s because you are daphne jones bailey winters anyone remember when she did this same thing with me? just randomly put me in a groupchat with a bunch of strangers?

+1 954-397-5464 i would say i'm creeped out by someone managing to get my number so quickly but i'm more so impressed. who the hell is in this and why is fernado alonso the group picture?

+61 491 570 157 this is why you would be the first to die in a horror movie. hello esteban.

esteban ocon hello oscar, i'm assuming the other person is logan?

lando norris logan is such an american name. we get it you’re from america. rah, freedom, guns, and all that shit 🇺🇸🦅

logan sargeant i’m not the only american here? why am i being singled out?

max verstappen you seem like you fit the stereotype for americans

logan sargeant did i just get called basic by max verstappen? mae jones as long as there are no forks nearby, you shouldn't worry max verstappen oh fuck off

bailey winters oscar, does he have a tinder profile? and is there a picture of him holding a fish on there?

oscar piastri i don’t know about the tinder thing but he does have a picture of him holding a giant fish

carlos sainz what’s the saying? i rest my case?

logan sargeant i hate this already

lewis hamilton join the club mate oscar piastri i feel like it's my job to let everyone know logan just let out the most ungodly screech i've ever heard from him. my ears will never recover. arthur is currently clutching his ears in pain

freya vettel speaking of balls, isa had some to tweet what she did about mclaren

isabella perez 🤷🏻‍♀️ someone had to say it and it was gonna me isabella perez i will not tolerate any mistreatment of daniel ricciardo

pierre gasly no one was speaking of balls?

rowan todd figure of speach french fuck

daniel ricciardo talk about having a dramatic f1 entrance

lance stroll how high is this on the list from brocedes to abu dhabi 2021?

natalia ruiz i’d say right in between? lewis hamilton can we not talk about that? thanks. esteban ocon someone’s still heartbroken about his loss lewis hamilton you would be too if your best friend pulled the same shit on you. matter of fact, mick get in my car, pull the same shit on him mick schumacher please don’t involve me in this. i don’t want any part of this.

alex albon OH MY GOD! OSCAR IS DRS GUY

george russell THAT'S HIM?

oscar piastri i thought those days were behind me

isabella perez some advice for the rookies, this group never lets anything go, ever. they still bring up the smoothie inchident and that happened in 2019.

charles leclerc they still bring up the inchident and its been years

max verstappen no, it's just unfair george russell i'm leading, he want to pass alex albon he push me, i push him back esteban ocon and after he push me off the track pierre gasly it's not fair right? lando norris thank you! thank you max! isabella perez charles! what’s happened with max? natalia ruiz nothing just an inchident on the race charles leclerc i hate all of you

carlos sainz i'm going to be cupid again!

isabella perez what the hell does that mean? daniel ricciardo i believe i told you your time would come again? george russell what does that mean? max verstappen sorry, you people weren't around when the original groupchat was made. you'll never know. sebastian vettel do i get to know? daniel ricciardo of course you do.

duckling NO ONE SAID PIASTRI WAS CUTE???? HE’S THE ENEMY!

super max we didn’t notice?

honey badger didn’t you just get out of a relationship?

duckling I’M ALLOWED TO THINK PEOPLE ARE CUTE!

super max why is oscar the enemy?

duckling he’s signed with mclaren? our biggest enemy for the way they treated danny?

honey badger oh my god isabella, please let it go. it’s for the best.

duckling unless you’re coming to every single race next year, this is not fine! what am i supposed to do without my emotional support person? super max stick with oscar apparently. duckling i’m going to leave you at the next gas station i see. super max wow.

honey badger haven't you seen him around the paddock? he's been around the entire season

duckling i had a boyfriend daniel.

honey badger you could've been friends?? or was that not allowed.

duckling wow. is this what max felt earlier? super max hurts doesn't it? ducking oh yeah.

honey badger wait…WAS HE ONE OF THE CUTE PREMA BOYS YOU HAD A CRUSH ON?

duckling

super max oh my god…HE IS!

duckling

honey badger so oscar was one of them but who were the others? oliver? or was it just oscar?

duckling just oscar but oliver is pretty cute

daniel ricciardo carlos, it’s your time to shine. matchmaker sainz is back

¡leclerc-s speaks! in honor of oscar winning today’s sprint, i give you the first chapter of my oscar series. these are all being posted at random and have no specific order of posting. if you're confused about the order of events, refer to the timeline posted.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #oscar piastri #formula 1 #oscar piastri x female oc #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

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hamiltonimagines · 5 years ago

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Inside Jokes

Pairing: Phillipa x Reader

Request: “Hey! Can you do a jealous!Phillipa where it ends with fluff?” - @multifandomwriterx

Word Count: 1.6k

I was currently sat in my dressing room, looking in the mirror. I had just got my hair and makeup done, but I was still wearing my robe. I was starring in a new Broadway show and tonight was opening night.

The show involved two girls who were best friends. I played one of the girls and the other girl was a girl named Cassidy. We didn’t know each other before rehearsals, but we had become really close.

I heard a knock on my door. “Come in” I answered as I turned toward the door. I saw one of our security guards, named Brad, walk in. “Someone’s here to see you Y/N” he said. “Thanks Brad, you can let them in” I said, politely.

Then I saw Pippa walk into the room. I gasped and ran over and gave her the biggest hug. Pippa and I were dating, we had met doing Hamilton, I was in the original ensemble and the rest was history.

“I thought you said you couldn’t make it” I said to her, still shocked. “I wanted to surprise you, you look so gorgeous. I’m so proud of you” she said, giving me a quick kiss.

“I’m so happy you could come. I didn’t want to make you feel guilty, but I was really bummed when you said you couldn’t be here” I told her. I sat down on my couch and I patted the spot next to me, so she would sit. “Is it normal to be this nervous?” I asked her, I couldn’t ignore the butterflies I got thinking about being on that stage.

“Nerves just mean that you care about your performance. But you’ll do great, you’ve already been on Broadway. You can do anything” she assured me. “I was just in the ensemble, now I’m the lead. Everyone will be watching me, what if I mess up?” I asked, worriedly.

“I’ll tell you right now, there will be mistakes. You can’t avoid that. It’s opening night, there are always mistakes. But you will keep going and the crowd won’t notice a thing, and you will do a fantastic job” she told me.

“I guess you’re right” I said, interlacing our hands. “Knock knock” I heard someone say as they walked in, since the door was open. I looked up and saw Cassidy standing there, in her robe that matched me.

“Cas!!!” I exclaimed. “Hey chica, what’s going on?” She asked me, smiling. “I’ve been meaning to introduce you two. Cassidy, this is my girlfriend, Pippa. Pippa, this is Cassidy, she plays the other lead” I said introducing them.

“It’s really nice to meet you, Y/N talks about you all the time” Cassidy said, smirking at me. “Guilty as charged” I said, giggling. “Yeah it’s nice to meet you too, I see you guys have matching robes. That’s cute” Pippa said, but she didn’t seemed as relaxed as she had before Cassidy came in.

“So are you nervous?” I asked Cassidy. “I’m completely freaking out, I’m so terrified I’ll forget all my lines” she said, and I totally related. “Listen, nothing can be as bad as Derrick’s mess up of 2020” I joked. Both me and Cassidy started cracking up, laughing.

Derrick was another actor in the show, at one rehearsal, during his solo he completely forgot all the words and just stood there and eventually starting singing the wrong song.

I looked and Pippa and she clearly didn’t get the inside joke so I explained it to her. She laughed in response, but it felt awkward and forced.

“So I’m going to go and finish getting ready, that way you two can spend some more time together before the show” Cassidy said, sensing the rising awkwardness.

Cassidy walked out the door and I turned to Pippa. “Is something up?” I asked her, confused. “No, I’m fine” she said, but she wouldn’t look at me. “Pip, just tell me what’s going on” I said, grabbing her hand and begging her to talk to me.

She pulled her hand away and told me “I said it’s nothing, I’m gonna go to bathroom”. She stood up and walked right out of my dressing room.

Then, they made an announcements for 5 minutes until places and so I quickly put on my costume and my shoes. I kept anxiously checking the clock, waiting for Pippa to come back. Then, they made the places announcement over the intercom.

I knew that I couldn’t wait for her, no matter how much I wanted to. I walked to stage left, where I came out at the opening. Cassidy was standing there already.

“You okay?” She asked, seeing the look on my face. “Oh yeah, I’m just nervous” I lied, and faked a smile.

Honestly, I had no idea what Pippa was upset about. I knew that it wasn’t nothing, but everything was going so well and then all of a sudden, it was like talking to a brick wall.

Cassidy gave me a quick hug and said “We are both going to do great, don’t even worry”. I smiled and thanked her. I focused on the show that I was about to do and blocked out whatever was happening with Pippa.

I knew eventually we would make up, but right now I needed to be focused because it was opening night and this only ever happens once.

I heard the music begin to play and I waited until it was time for me and Cassidy to run out. She grabbed my hand and we both ran on the stage and started the show.

The show went by so quickly, there was so much happening at once. I felt like I was on cloud nine the entire show. I only made a few minor mistakes, but overall it was amazing.

We were currently doing our final bows and then the rest of the cast took a step back so that Cassidy and I were in the front of the stage. We both bowed again and then the writer of the show ran on stage and gave us both a hug. Then she handed us both a bouquet of flowers. We let her take a bow and then we all walked off the stage.

As soon as we walked off stage, I gave Cassidy the biggest hug. Then, I walked to my dressing room and saw a bunch of my cast mates in my dressing room already. I also saw that my parents were there and I saw Pippa sitting in the corner.

All my cast mates started chanting my name and cheering for me. “Aww thank you guys” I said as I pulled them all into a group hug. They all talked among themselves while I talked to my parents.

They congratulated me on the success and gave me flowers. They said it was late so they should probably go back to their hotel room.

Eventually, my cast mates left one by one and it was just me and Pippa. “Can we talk now?” I asked her. She looked like she was thinking about it and then Cassidy walked in the room. “Hey boo, you did so great tonight” she said to me. I heard Pippa groan under her breath.

At this point, I could tell Pippa didn’t like Cassidy, but I wasn’t sure why. “Um Cas, can you give us a minute?” I asked her, smiling. “Yeah of course” she said and she shut the door on her way out.

“You know, I can’t read your mind. But do you not like Cas? Is that what this is about?” I asked Pippa. “What are you talking about?” Pippa said, ignoring how distant she had been.

“We were fine until Cassidy walked in the room, I just need to know what you’re thinking. We can’t work through this if you don’t tell me what’s going on” I told her. “It’s everything. It’s the nicknames and the inside jokes and just all of it” she said, really quickly.

“Why does any of that matter?” I asked her. “Because we don’t have any of that” she said, under her breath. I walked closer to Pippa and asked her “Pip, are you jealous?”.

She looked away from me and said “maybe”.

I held her hand and said “There is no reason for you to be jealous. We have tons of fun nicknames. And do you even know how many inside jokes we have from Hamilton? And another amazing reason for you to not to be jealous, you’re the one that I’m in love with. Cassidy is just a friend to me, nothing more”.

Pippa smiled and then stood up and kissed me. I kissed her back softly. “Thank you for clearing everything up, I’m sorry that I got so jealous” she said. “That’s okay, you are allowed to get jealous, it’s only human. It’s not like I’ve never been jealous before” I confessed.

“How about we go try that diner we’ve always wanted to try? I know I haven’t said it yet, but you did amazing tonight. You were truly breathtaking and you deserve a congratulatory dinner” Pippa said kissing me on the cheek.

“That sounds amazing Pip” I said, with a smile on my face. We walked to the diner and held hands the whole way there.

We sat down and my phone kept buzzing. I checked it and saw a text from Pippa in the Hamilton group chat. It said “Y/N just finished the opening night show. She did so amazing, you are all in for a treat when you see it”. Then there were responses from everyone congratulating me on opening tonight and saying they couldn’t wait to see me perform.

“Awww Pip, that’s really sweet what you said in the groupchat” I said, blushing. “Well I meant every word of it” she said, smiling at me.

#phillipa soo x reader #phillipa soo imagines #phillipa soo imagine #pip #pippa #phillipa #pippa soo #phillipa soo #hamilton cast imagines #hamilton cast imagine #hamilton cast #hamilton cast x reader #hamilton imagines #hamilton imagine #phillipa soo jealous #phillipa jealous #pippa jealous

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tales-of-spring · 5 years ago

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Satisfied | Tony Stark x male reader

Pairing / Ship: Tony Stark x reader

Featuring: Tony Stark

Words: 1.8k

Category: Angst

Warning: Sad and angry reader, feelings of helplessness, stubborn and overly-ambitious Tony, Angst, broken marriage.

Summary: Hamilton!AU where Alexander Hamilton is Tony and reader is Eliza Schuyler Hamilton. Reader and Tony fight about him working too much and not spending enough time with them, or being satisfied with what Tony already has. (There will be lots of references to the musical)

Author’s Note: I just had to do it, and it can honestly fit into canon on its own?? Header credit goes to: @whimsicalrogers! Check ‘em out, they make some neat stuff. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this.

You tossed and turned in your sleep, your arms feeling across the now empty side of the mattress. When you realized what this meant, you sighed out off irritation. This was night number how many that your husband didn’t spend next to you in bed, but rather in his lab. You clicked your tongue and stared at the ceiling, pondering over what you should do. You eventually mustered up the will to get out of bed, put on your bathrobe and stride down to the lab.

JARVIS automatically let you in the lab without saying anything, and you passed through the door that slid open sideways. There he was hunched over his new project, a blue light coming from the table, illuminating the dimly lit room. You puffed out your cheeks and walked over to your husband, putting your arms around his neck, rubbing his collarbone and chest. Tony did not show any sign that he noticed your presence, no movement whatsoever, he was focused on what he was doing as usual. You knew him long enough to know that he notices your presence though. He would softly tap his foot on the ground, or hummed a certain tune. You stared out in front of you, not really knowing what to do.

‘’Tony, come back to bed.’’

‘’I’m still working on this, babe.’’

Tony kept fiddling with the piece of tech in front of him that was emitting the blue light. This had been going on for months now. Tony would always be away from home and when he was home, he’d spend his time in his office. Sleeping in there instead of in his bedroom. Next to you. You bit down on your teeth. Come on, Tony. It’s like whenever he reaches a certain point, a new discovery, it’s not good enough for him. He keeps going and doesn’t stop. It’s like he’s never satisfied with what he has. Alas, you tried again.

‘’Tony, the sun is about to come up.’’

‘’Y/N, I know. I just need to work on this a bit more..’’

A pause ensued between the two of you. Tony focused again on his technology and you not knowing what to say. A thought came to your mind, a question, one that you have been meaning to ask Tony for weeks now. But you held off in hopes that Tony would realize on his own what was happening. Clearly, your hopes had gone down the sink. And so, you dropped it.

‘’Why do you work like you’re running out of time?’’

Tony’s fingers kept on fidgeting with the tiny instruments inserted into the piece of tech. His gaze fixated on what he was working on. You breathed in and out deeply, you were used to this. You could handle this, you told yourself. You stopped hanging your arms around his neck and rested your hands on his shoulders, now looking down at him.

‘’Come back to bed, Tony.’’

You begged once more in a serious tone. You had long given up on the sad, begging tone and taught yourself to be more stern and serious with Tony when you wanted something from him. But Tony, as always, was stubborn and persistent. You’ve never managed to crack him, persuade him to leave his work and come join you in bed. And you didn’t think this would be the first time.

‘’I’ll be there before you know it.’’

He promised you. An empty promise, because you would return to your bed like usual and fall asleep alone like usual, and wake up alone like usual. You had to reach him, somehow, in some way. What would be enough to satisfy him?

‘’Well then. I’m going back to sleep.’’

You tried to sound as irritated and sad as possible, but you just sounded tired and hollow. You sighed out of disappointment from your husband, pushed yourself off of him and walked out of the lab, back to your empty bed.

It had been a few weeks since that night. And every time again and again, Tony was either found in his lab or in his office or at SHIELD. You had arranged something, and you were sure, absolutely sure that Tony would stay. You’d given him months and months of notice in advance and you constantly reminded him, you even programmed JARVIS to remind him day in, day out. And tonight was finally the time; a romantic diner with the two of you at home. You were positively radiant that day. You had your suit laid out on your bed, you shaved, bought a fancy perfume. Everything was going smoothly, even Tony was in a good mood. What could happen today that would be so important and urgent for Tony drop everything, to drop you, and go away? You couldn’t imagine anything of the sort and was all the more excited for tonight to happen.

You had just gotten out of the shower and now you were standing in front of the mirror, trying on the suit you had bought earlier. It was a beautiful navy blue and cream toned suit with matching shoes. You giggled as it fitted perfectly around your body. You spinned a few turns, put on the fruity scented perfume and hopped out of your room. You looked on your wristwatch and saw that it was almost 7 pm. Perfect.

‘’Ooooh, Tony!’’ You called up from the hallway upstairs. Where was your darling husband? Maybe he was in the living room. You walked over to the stairs and leaned over the railing, your eyes darting to the lower floor. A soft voice coming from below you.

‘’Yeah. No- let’s go. I’ll be right there.’’

It was Tony. Of course it was Tony. Your face turned from happy, to stone cold. How? How could he do this?! You had planned this for months, months! And now he was just gonna drop everything to go to some dumb meeting about the next big think for STARK industries? You breathed in sharply through your nose and leaned your hands on the railing.

‘’Anthony.’’

You used his real name, which meant you were pissed off. Even he knew it. He froze in his path to the front door. He seemed to turn around and face you, but he didn’t. So he’s a coward as well as a traitor.

‘’I have to leave.’’

He said it in such a cold, absent-minded tone that a shiver ran down your spine. As if you didn’t know he was about to leave you again for another one of his work meetings. He’s unbelievable, honestly. He unfroze and resumed his path but you weren’t just done with your husband.

‘’Anthony!’’

You raised your voice because you didn’t know how else to catch his attention. This time it seemed to work though. Tony stopped once more and turned around this time, facing up to you. Looking at you as equally furious as you looked at him. How dare he?

‘’Look around you, Y/N! Do you even know how lucky we are to be alive right now at this moment? Don’t you see that I need to take this opportunity?’’

He was unbelievable. This is exactly why he should stay with you and not waste any time on stupid work meetings. This has been going on for far too long and you have had enough of this. You didn’t marry him just to have him leave at any godforsaken moment.

‘’You don’t even know how helpless and powerless I feel when I’m around you! It’s like you’re never happy with what you have, Tony.’’

‘’They’re asking me for my help, they need me, Y/N!’’

‘’No, you look around yourself Anthony Stark! Isn’t this enough?’’

You gestured around you. To the house, the lab, to you. He just shook his head and glanced off into the distance, pulling his car keys from his pocket. He really was just gonna leave you again. You tried one last time.

‘’What would be enough for you Tony? To be satisfied?’’

The door slammed shut. The car turned on. He drove away. Tony was gone. You breathed out slowly, letting your anger and frustration simmer. Tony was dancing on very, very thin ice. You pushed yourself off of the railing and walked back to your bedroom, tears welling in the corners of your eyes.

A month passed since the diner incident. Tony and you were still together, but if you two were close was an entire different story. Your ideas and attempts to console with him ran dry. You were out of options and out of ideas. And out of breath. You didn’t want to try anymore, you’ve had enough. It was nearing the summer and to be quite honest, you could use a vacation. You needed to be somewhere else, away from Tony for now. At least until he gets his shit together. Perhaps one of your siblings wanted to go with you. As the idea creeped into your skull, you got up from the couch and took a seat at your desk, grabbing some stationary paper and a pen. Writing letters may be old-fashioned, but in your family it was tradition. As the idea formed in your head, your hand started writing on the paper.

‘’I’m going upstate. To my family.’’

You announced as soon as you entered Tony’s lab, a neutral tone linger onto your voice. There he was, pencil behind his ear wearing a black tank top. You thought your eyes deceived you but no, Tony actually looked up from his work and was now staring into your eyes. He looked at you for a second, a mildly puzzled look on his face but then he have you a simple nod.

‘’Yeah, okay. I mean- have fun.’’

He walked past by you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. The air felt dry and awkward around you two. Was he really going about it to easily? you licked your lips, you felt yourself coming back up from the dark pit. Surely he could say no to a vacation, right? It would be fun and Tony could relax, maybe even spend some more quality time together. You turned around and decided to try one last time. You felt yourself walking over to your husband, who was busy sorting out equipment, your arms instinctively go around his neck, as always.

‘’Take a break. Mhm? You could come with me upstate for the summer.’’

You rubbed his collarbone and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He seemed to - dare you say - ponder over the thought for a second. Was he really, truly thinking about leaving his work and joining you for the summer? All hope left your heart however when he shook his head and turned around.

‘’I have to finish this and get it through Fury.’’

You didn’t even care anymore. You walked out of the lab, climbed up the stairs to your bedroom and started packing for your trip to your family. Everything probably would be better after the summer, when all if this had blown over and Tony was done with late night experiments and meetings with SHIELD and Fury. Everything would be just fine you told yourself. You hoped, you really hoped. You couldn’t loose him too.

#tony stark x reader #tony stark x neutral!reader #tony stark x neutral reader #marvel universe #mcu #marvel angst #tony stark angst #iron man x reader #iron man x neutralreader #iron man x neutral reader #marvel one shot #iron man one shot #tony stark one shot

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witchesofmysticfalls · 4 years ago

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Miss Mystic Falls - 3

"Has anyone seen Amber?" Carol asked as she walked by. I shook my head at her. Come on Amber!

Elena was looking if she sees Stefan downstairs "Do you see Stefan down there?" She questioned.

Caroline and I both look over the balcony.

"Nope, just my boring fill in escort." Caroline muttered.

"What happened to Matt?" Elena asked.

"They wouldn't let him out of work." I explained.

"Wait, what happened to Stefan?" Caroline asked.

Elena sighed "I don't know, he just disappeared somewhere, I don't know. What am I doing? I never should have gone through with this."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to find Stefan, this isn't me, I'm not this person anymore." Elena said slightly panicked for Stefan.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her back "No, no, no, no way, no. Elena I'm here because of you, there's no way your leaving now" Caroline continued the little speech.

"You had your chance to drop out and believe me I was all for it because there is no way that I could beat you. Elena, you're doing this because it was important to your mom." Elena smiled, realizing we were right.

"Miss Caroline Forbes and her escort Jeffrey Lockwood Hamilton." Mayor Lockwood said over the microphone, Caroline smiled at us before heading down.

I took a breath as I approached the stairs, My turn.

Elena smiled at me "You'll do great" I smiled at her as they called my name

"Miss Ariel Donovan and her escort Tyler Lockwood" I smiled as I walked down the stairs. Tyler was at the bottom and I took his hand and we walked to the patio, putting our selves in line. "How am I doing?" Tyler asked.

"So far so good"

I look to my side and see Elena walks to her place with Damon in arm.

Okay, I have to admit, they are pretty cute.

We all bow and curtsey to our partners as the music starts. Tyler and I hold our hands up, not entirely touching. Then when the music picks up, we finally grab hands and dance around the dance floor, just like we did in practice. Moving to the beat was what Carol said we had to do.

Right before the song ends is when we get back in line formation and part. I look towards Elena who looks like she might faint.

We all stand on the stage in row as we wait for the results of the contest.

"Where is Amber?" I mumble to Caroline and Elena as I scan the crowd. I haven't seen her since she went to get some air. I'm starting to get worried.

"I don't know." Elena responds back.

Mayor Lockwood stands on the stage making us all quite.

"Before I crown the winner, I'd like to offer a personal thank you to all of these young ladies for their efforts to better our community."

I smile as everyone claps in applause.

"So, without further a due it is my honor to announce our very own Miss Mystic Falls, Miss Caroline Forbes!"

Caroline looks surprised as they all start clapping.

"Congratulations!"

Caroline laughs glad. "I actually won!"

We brace her in cheers and part when the mayor puts the banner around her shoulder.

Once we're finally able to get off the stage, Elena and I meet with Damon who had bad news.

"What is it, did you find him?" I ask wirried.

"There were signs of a struggle in the upstairs bathroom. There was blood and that Amber girl is missing." Damon explains.

My eyes widen with worry and shock.

"Oh my god! He wouldn't hurt her, he won't!" Elena argues on Stefans Behalf.

"Let's just find him, okay? Let's get your coats come on!"

After getting our coats, we ran out of the founders Hall and into the woods, were we heard Ambers screams.

"Stefan!" I yell when we see Stefan feeding off Amber.

He releases her.

"Stefan, come on get control. It's okay, come on. Breath through it man." Damon says, trying to calm his brother as he makes small steps towards him, once he reaches him, Stefan grabs him and throws him into a tree.

"Stefan stop it!" Elena begs.

All the sudden Stefan holds his head, Elena and I turn to see Bonnie, holding her head high as she gives him pain.

Damon holds a hand towards him "It's okay. Stefan."

Stefan runs away.

The police arrive, and they were thankfully treating Amber.

"She doesn't remember what happened."

Damon nodded "It's a good thing the girls got here when they did, she lost a lot of blood."

Sheriff Forbes looks to me, Elena and Bonnie. "You didn't see anything?" She asked.

We all turn to look at Bonnie to see what she would say.

"No, we just found her and then called Damon." Bonnie said.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Bonnie asked.

Sheriff Forbes nodded "It looks like it yeah. Why don't you girls get back to the party? Damon and I can take it from here."

Bonnie started heading to her car and Elena followed her. Bonnie wasn't as mad with me as she was with Elena.

But she is mad. I mean, her grams died to get open a tomb Katherine wasn't even in and to get Stefan out of the tomb. I wasn't the one dating a vampire. But nonetheless she was still dealing.

I ended up forgiving Tyler, it still doesn't mean I was just a little mad at him. When I got home Matt was already worried out of his mind, once I managed to calm him down, i went to my room, stripped the dress off, changed into something more comfortable and went to bed.

#damon salvatore #donovan #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #series #the vampire diaries #vampires #witches #caroline forbes #bonnie bennett #rewrite #part three

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snushthings · 7 years ago

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I Love Her (Part One)

Pairing: Eliza Hamilton x Reader Warning(s): Angst, pining, Modern au, its terrible Word Count: 1,310 A/N: really i had no idea how alex and burr’s duel transferred to modern times so ignore the last paragraph lmao. for that lovely anon that requested eliza x fem reader fluff with angst (although this turned out more angst with fluff oops). i’m making this a two part series so- yeah,, i hope you like this whoever you might be anon friend! ____ Eliza Schuyler was your best friend. You wanted her to be happy. She deserved the world. And you were ready to give it to her on a silver platter if she asked. You loved her. More than a friend. But she didn’t feel the same. She loved him. Alexander Hamilton; the workaholic coffee addict that you despised. You never understood what she saw in him. While you only saw him for the recluse that he was, she seemed to look past that and see who he was on the inside. You refused to. Yet, when he was brought up in your conversations, you smiled. Only because Eliza smiled.

Oh god, her smile- It left you breathless each time. The way her beautiful brown eyes crinkled in the corner. Or the way her beautiful laugh escaped her equally beautiful lips. You’d catch yourself staring and would quickly look away; laughing to yourself. When she was sad, you wanted to make her smile again. Usually, you would succeed. But sometimes, you’d enlist the help of her sisters; Angelica and Peggy. Together, you three would always bring the smile back to Eliza. You were there for her every step of the way. Every date she went on with Alexander, you were there to hear her late night gushings. “Oh (Y/N), he’s wonderful. I think I love him.” You were there when they had their first argument; they’d been bickering about Alexander missing date night. You had confronted him the next day. “Hamilton, what the fuck? You know Eliza had been looking forward to that date for weeks! I know you wanna get a leg up on whatever Thomas is working on, but really. Stop and think of what this is doing to Eliza!” You must’ve scared him. Because that following night, Eliza was back to gushing about her love for him. While it still pained you to hear her speak so lovingly of Alexander, you were glad she was happy. As long as she’s happy. It was no surprise to you when Eliza announced her engagement. She’d called you that same night, nearly screaming in excitement. You could barely hear what she was saying, but were able to pick up a few keywords: Alexander, engagement, married, and bridesmaid. You were able to congratulate her before she hung up to call her sisters. That night, you cried. You cried knowing your shot with Eliza was gone. You cried knowing she’s happy. That was all that mattered. Their wedding was beautiful. You cried when you saw Eliza in her dress. You cried when you helped her with her veil. You cried as she hugged you before you went out ahead of her. You wore your bridesmaids dress with pride, holding back tears. The light blue reminded you of the sweater she lent you the first time you slept over at her house. Painful yet pleasant memories you held onto. You listened quietly as Angelica gave her speech, and you smiled when Eliza came over to you. It was both genuine and forced. The familiar bite of tears was still there, but you couldn’t let her see you cry again. You danced with your friends. Gilbert left a kiss on your hand, Herc gave you a comforting hug. Alexander even offered you a dance. You told him to always look after Eliza. Do everything for her. You stayed in touch with the new Mrs. Hamilton. A marriage wouldn’t make the two of you fall apart. You had lunch with her every other day; and brunch on Sundays. You were one of the first to hear about her pregnancy. Their child was to be named after Eliza’s late father, Philip. You were overjoyed to hear the news, having long accepted Eliza’s marriage to Alexander. You loved Philip. He was like the son you never knew you wanted. You weren’t planning to have kids anytime in the near future, but you were happy to watch the young Hamilton while his parents got away for a while. You thought that nothing would happen. Philip was the glue that held their family together, it seemed.

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That summer was a difficult one. Alexander didn’t accompany his wife to their father’s house. Even you accepted the invitation. It was just you and the Hamiltons alongside Angelica and Peggy. Eliza seemed okay, but you knew she was hurt by that. You’d never think that the shit would hit the fan like it did.

He’d cheated. Alexander Hamilton cheated on your beloved Eliza. When you got word of what he’d done, you were furious. Angelica had already scolded him, and it was your turn. You nearly screamed at him. Just barely managing to keep a level voice. You had your fists balled so tightly you puncture your skin and drew blood. Many unladylike words escaped your mouth that day, and your hand connected with his cheek before you stormed off to comfort your best friend.

____

Just when you think the worst has come and gone, life seems to tear up the newly poured foundation. Philip had matured into a fine young man. A graduate of King’s College! You were as proud as Eliza. You remember the first time you got to hold him, and how small he was. Now he was forging his own path in life. He was gonna blow everyone away someday.

You never thought things would go wrong. You never thought that he’d leave you so soon.

It was a hit and run. The culprits had caught him while he was on his bike, and shot him. They shot Philip. You were there when both Eliza and Alexander got the news. All three of you cried as you were rushed to the hospital where they had brought Philip. Eliza was devastated. She clung to you; tears soaking through her thick lashes and onto your shirt. You buried your face in her beautiful hair, sobbing just as much. Alexander was off to the side, a shadow cast across his face as he stared at his son’s lifeless body.

After that moment- Things got worse. Eliza was just a shell of her former self. You almost had to beg her to eat. You’d catch her crying in her room, holding Philip’s old baby blanket close to her chest. You comforted her when you could, but you could only do so much. Alexander was worse; he’d wander around alone. He’d go up to the store by himself or sitting alone in the garden. He seemed suffocated with the silence.

They would go to church on Sundays; their other kids in tow. Alexander would pray while you held Eliza’s hand. Your heart hurt.

“....I know I don’t deserve you, Eliza....” You resisted the urge to comment: ‘Yeah, you don’t’. “I know you need time.”

You weren’t sure if Eliza caught his words, but you for sure did. He was doing the unimaginable. You prompted her to at least talk to him.

“.... It’s quiet up town...” Your heart both swelled and shattered when she took his hand.

Forgiveness, could you imagine?

_____

Just when things seemed to be getting better between the two, Alexander died. Nobody knew for sure what had happened. All that you knew was that Alex had been shot by a coworker, Aaron Burr. Both Alexander and Burr rarely got along, and you had overheard Alex complain about him when you joined the Hamiltons for brunch. You didn’t know the exact specifics (Eliza refused to tell you, Angelica wasn’t any help) and, for a while, your darling Eliza crumpled in on herself. Her sister was there, but for the first time, you were excluded.

While you knew Eliza needed time; it hurt. You found yourself crying- the thought of being pushed away like this. It just went to show how much Eliza loved Alexander.

She loved him, and not you.

#eliza x reader #hamilton x reader #hamilton imagine #eliza hamilton x reader #this is so bad im so sorry

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tamararajaviforpresident-blog · 7 years ago

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Hi I know you're probably busy with life, school, magisteriumday and all (thanks so much for that btw) but I was wondering if you could maybe write something about the squad going to see Hamilton. If you ever have the time to do so of course. Thanks for existing and making the fandom less tiny and more awesome

I know you sent this to me weeks ago, but I was struck by inspiration last night and I really hope you like it! 😊 It's jascalronmara where everyone is alive and happy and at college and it's also on ao3 under the same title! Is It A Question Of If, Sir, Or All Of Them? "I want to see Hamilton."

"What?" Call choked, craning his neck around Jasper's hair from where he was sitting on his lap to give Aaron an are you serious right now? look. "The three of us are literally cuddling on the couch right now, and Tamara's gonna come back to our room in a few minutes, and we're all around just having a great time, and you want to bring up some dead white asshole?"

"I want to see Hamilton," Aaron repeated stubbornly. "It looks really good, and they're performing in D.C. right now, and that's not far from the Collegium, and I think you'd like it."

"Besides, the guy who wrote it, directs it, and plays Alexander Hamilton is Lin-Manuel Miranda, and he did Moana, and you can't even deny that you love that movie," Jasper interjected.

Call gasped. "Traitor!"

"Because you know I'm right." The worst part? Jasper was right. Call had insisted on Moana for Polysquad Movie Night on the magic-powered laptop (optimal for cuddling) in their Collegium quad more times then anyone could care to remember. Call certainly didn't care to recall just then, especially as Jasper's smirk rose on his face (the one Call not-so-secretly adored), and so he decided to go mysteriously deaf for a while. "At any rate, the original cast from Broadway got back together-" Aaron began.

"-and we got tickets for four, with our own box, and they have just been confirmed and billed to my trust fund, so, face it, Call, we're going," Tamara announced as she marched into their room like a beautiful badass, set her equal parts shopping and studying by the door, slipped off her Adidas, took her Ray-Bans off, and plopped onto their couch next to Aaron, who gave her a quick kiss.

"Bam!" muttered Jasper, from where he was sitting underneath Call, who was wiggling and protesting at the idea of seeing Hamilton . "That's how you do it, Queen Tam! Outgunned, outmanned-"

"-Outnumbered, outplanned! We gotta make an all-out stand! I'm a' need a right hand man!" Aaron and Tamara jumped in. "What the hell." Call stared at the three of them. "You guys are so weird."

"And that's why you love us," Aaron's entire face was lit up by his smile, as his green eyes laughed happily and his hair was mussed up by the couch. Call swallowed, suddenly aware of the fact that maybe that was a small reason why he loved his signifs and they loved him, but a much more important one was Aaron's smile, or Jasper's thoughtful brown eyes, or Tamara's beautifully perfect hair and eyebrows, and suddenly aware that of course, there was no way he could say no to them when Jasper, Tamara, and Aaron were so beautiful, so cute, and so adorably excited about Hamilton. ~~~~~~~~

Call was plunged into a world of rapping Revolutionaries, "dun dun nun dun dun, dun ni na," and " pardon me, are you Call, y'all?" in a matter of minutes. During the drive to D.C., Tamara took shotgun while Aaron drove, for the most part, and she had The Hamilton Mixtape on continual replay, because "sorry, I don't make the rules and if you haven't listened to the Broadway recording yet you don't deserve to until after we watch the show- IMMIGRANTS! WE GET THE JOB DONE!" she screeched suddenly, as the refrain for her and Jasper's favorite track played.

Aaron nearly slammed into some senior citizen's Prius.

~~~~~~~~~

The four of them collapsed onto the too-small hotel bed at one in the morning, having finally arrived in D.C. after three Hamilton Mixtape-related near-wrecks, the Ten Duel Commandments played at least five times, and all twenty-four tracks on the mixtape being played at least twice, and somehow, despite their deep-set exhaustion, managing their usual pattern (Call and Tamara, dubbed 'the small ones,' in the middle, with Jasper and Aaron curled around them, managing not to fall off the edges of the bed). Call's leg was throbbing horribly but there was no way he wanted to move, not at all, because there wasn't any force in hell or heaven that would make him be sufficiently motivated to get off the bed, not with Jasper's arms around him as he snored softly and Tamara smooshed up against him, dead to the world, and as Aaron's luminous green eyes met his gray ones, filled with the deadening tiredness that only hours of driving in the dark could bring, and then Aaron gave a half smile as they looked at each other, and that was the last thing Call remembered before fading warmly into the dark.~~~~~~~

The next afternoon, Jasper insisted on he, Call, and Aaron wearing suits "somewhat because I want us to look nice and mostly because I want your asses to look even better," and Tamara was absolutely stunning in an ivory and gold skirt and crop top, and honestly Aaron looked like he was about to cry because of how hot his signifs looked, and Jasper interceded luckily with a "it's time to go," before Aaron could ruin his on fleek eyeliner. Call couldn't help but feel the same way as he watched Tamara, Jasper, and Aaron walk somewhat ahead of him on their way to the taxi and to the theater.

~~~~~~~~~

Call hadn't expected the cacophony of people that nevertheless surrounded the theatre entrance. He could hear a large amount of off-key singing, men nearly crying at the ticket office as they begged for tickets, and, mysteriously, on one memorable occasion, a rather small child screaming "PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES!"

Tamara nimbly lead them through the crowd (god Call was so bisexual), flashing her phone with the tickets on it to some waiter or server dude with a suit on (an usher? Is that what those were called? Call had no idea) who did some sort of little bow to her, said "This way, Miss Tamara," and lead the four of them through some sort of private door. Immediately, the crowd surged towards the door, absolutely determined to get inside one way or another, but Aaron (who was so strong and Call loved it) decisively slammed it shut. The usher lead Tamara, Jasper, Aaron and Call up a staircase (he levitated a small bit, just to help his leg, but Call didn't think that the guy noticed) (hopefully) to their box, and departed.

"I want to sit on your lap."

"Call, no."

"Call yes."

~~~~~~~~~The lights were fading, and the theater was hushing, and Call could feel Aaron nearly tremble with excitement on his left side, and Jasper looked like he was about to cry even though nothing had happened yet on his other ("I'm just a little emotional, okay?) , and suddenly the theater was black and the curtains began to open.

A single spotlight focused on Leslie Odom Jr. as the opening notes to 'Alexander Hamilton' started, and as he began with a question: "How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman-" and ended his part in the song so remorsefully and dramatically with "And I'm the damn fool who shot him!".

Call couldn't help but choke during Hercules Mulligan's introduction- "Lock up your daughters and horses!" and stare at the interactions between Hamilton and Laurens."Aaron, is it just me or is Lams a real thing? That's the ship name for it, right? Because there's no way they're straight. Aaron, LOOK AT THEM. LOOK AT MY BOYS SINGING ABOUT RAISING A GLASS TO FREEDOM! Aaron, those boys ain't straight. I should know!"

"Yes, babe, you're right, and we can discuss it later, but can we watch the show now?"

From Tamara's palpable excitement, Call could feel how much she loved ' The Schuyler Sisters' and he quickly understood why. It was stunning. Angelica was incredible- "include women in the sequel!", Call could already tell that Eliza was a cinnamon roll, and then there was Peggy.

Call thought Seabury might have been crying in the next song, and 'You'll Be Back' was hilarious.

He watched as Washington started forming his army and as Peggy danced with Laurens in the background at the end of 'Helpless.' 'Satisfied' was devastating, and Call snorted at Hamilton's little "oh shit" in the song after that.

And then Laurens shot that asshole Lee and Call pumped his fist in the air. Wow, he thought. I am really invested in this. How did this happen?

And then he thought, who cares? The French dude (Lafayette, right?) had a incredibly fast and mostly-unintelligible rap solo. Hamilton got to come back to the army. And then, the world turned upside down and the Americans won at Yorktown!

King George walked out again and then Burr and Hamilton started singing about Theodosia and Philip. Though Call figured that Burr sang about his kid and Alexander, Alexander screeched. "LOOK AT MY SON!"

Then came 'The Laurens Interlude.' And the four of them cried as Eliza read the letter, as Hercules took a sad swig of his drink, as Hamilton stared at her with a lost look for a few sad moments and finally declared: "I have so much work to do."

"This wasn't in the soundtrack," Aaron moaned softly. "Why? Why? "

And work he did, nonstop. Call realized that Hamilton's coping method was about as healthy as his own inferiority complex as a twelve year old- terrible. Yet he was still blown away by the choreography and his final defiant spitting out of "I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!" as a blackout dropped down like a curtain and a few moments later, the House lights turned on for intermission.

Jasper looked like he was about to smirk at Call and Aaron's red eyes as they exited the men's, but Aaron interceded. "Babe, don't start. We all know you were nearly bawling."

Jasper appeared thoroughly put out.

"And besides," Tamara announced as she walked near them. "We all know it gets worse."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Call nearly shouted. ~~~~~~~~~~

After the House lights faded away and everyone in the theater was settled and ready for Act II, a purple asshole (Thomas Jefferson) came onstage and flounced around with no idea of what was going on in America. Then Hamilton absolutely destroyed him in an epic rap battle. "I think they have major sexual tension," Jasper whispered in Call's ear. "Jefferson and Hamilton were like us. Before we fell in love."

Call started coughing violently.

Then the actor who had played John Laurens ( Anthony Ramos?) was apparently also playing Phillip Hamilton in Act II, part of the family Hamilton refused to take a break for. "Wanna know what both of Andy Ramos' characters have in common?" Jasper muttered softly. "Laurens and Philip both called Alexander Hamilton 'daddy' ."

Call was choking now.

But Aaron patted his back and he somehow managed to recover as Miss Maria Reynolds walked into Hamilton's life. "Dick," he could hear Tamara mutter. "You doesn't deserve Eliza."

And indeed, Hamilton didn't. He kept paying James Reynolds, and getting into fights with Jefferson and Burr, who was now a southern-motherfucking-Democratic-Republican. And then Hamilton managed to sell the nation's capital to Jefferson in exchange for his plan getting passed, so Aaron Burr became extremely jealous.

Call watched, transfixed, as George Washington stepped down from the presidency, as King George realized somewhat how the American Constitution worked, then Hamilton basically destroyed his own party during 'The Adams Administration.' "SIT DOWN JOHN!" Jasper gleefully whispered in Call's ear.

"Honey, have I ever told you how much I love you?" Call asked him in a low tone.

"Oh, yes. Loads," said Jasper confidently.

"This is not one of those times. Please be quiet so I can watch this bloody musical that you got me hooked on, babe, in peace."

Jeffershit, Mad-as-a-hatter-son, and Aaron Chilly confronted Hamilton about him supposedly lining his and James Reynolds' pockets with the Treasury- to which Hamilton responded with "No, but I am having sex with his wife and paying Reynolds to keep his mouth shut! Here! Just so everyone knows I'M NOT embezzling, I'll write my way out and write a pamphlet about how I had an affair! Yeah. That's the only way forward. It'll be published before I even have the chance to tell Eliza, so she'll find out about it by complete strangers waving my ninety-page sex scandal at her in the streets! Nice job, Alex! You're a genius!"

At least, that was how Call understood it.

Eliza sang a devastatingly heart-breaking solo while going full pyro and burning her and Hamilton's letters. "If any of you numbskulls ever date another person without talking about it to us first, I'll burn your Collegium graduating thesises after you perfect them," murmured Tamara threateningly. Call shuddered at the thought- his was twenty pages long already and he's been procrastinating...

Call couldn't help but wonder if 'Hamilton' could get any more dramatic or sadder.

It did both, because then nineteen year old Phillip Hamilton decided to a) manage a threesome with two random women he met on the street, and b) go on a crusade for his dick of a father, throw away his shot and get shot himself by George Eacker. As 'Stay Alive (Reprise)' played, as Philip lost his count at 7, Callum was bawling. Jasper and Aaron were blubbering beside him, and Call could see unshed tears glinting in Tamara's eyes from the stage lights.

Things didn't grow any happier in 'It's Quiet Uptown,' but somehow Eliza, cinnamon roll that she was, managed to forgive Hamilton. Call knew he wouldn't've.

James Madison broke the fourth wall by not wanting to sing another sad song, and Hamilton basically, in Call's opinion, bitchslapped Burr by giving Jefferson the presidency. 'Binch, you thought?'

And Burr hated that. Call got caught up in their passive-aggressive letter-sending, only to realize that bam, it wasn't passive-aggressive anymore. It was just aggressive. 'Weehawken. Dawn. Guns. Drawn. '

Hamilton was a jerk to Eliza one last time, leaving without telling 'the best of wives and best of women' the truth, yet the song was incredibly soft and mellow compared to what came next.

A duel.

As the now horribly familiar ' one two three four five six seven eight nine' began, Call could feel himself tensing up. The entire theater was on edge, enraptured. Burr sang of his enemy, of being scared for Theodosia. He fires. Time slows down as Hamilton decides to throw away his shot, as he sees the other side. His last words quote Laurens', as Laurens' last words quote Alexander's.

Burr strikes him right between the ribs, and Alexander Hamilton dies. Call realizes that now Burr's seen as the villian in their narrative. Burr sings about how he should have known that ' The World Was Wide Enough' for both Hamilton and himself. Call's pretty positive that every single person in the theater is openly sobbing. He's not even going to try to deny it.

Aaron lived.

Alexander died.

And Eliza tells their story. She's left with Alexander's writing, his need to be remembered, and her own remarkable compassion. She becomes an abolitionist and opens an orphanage for all the bastards, orphans, and sons of whores in New York City. Tears continue to roll down Call's cheeks as the final, haunting murmur of "tiiimmme..... who lives, who dies, who tells your story?" echoes through the theater.

~~~~~~~~~~

All three of his signifs' eyes were red as they exited the theater and stepped outside, holding hands and blinking in the bright D.C. sunlight. "Let's not waste any more time," announced Jasper, drawing Tamara in for a kiss on the sidewalk. White politician passersby openly stared, but Call didn't give a crap as he thought what the hell, why not? I love you all so much, and did the same thing to Aaron.

#Magisterium #Magisterium day 2k17 #Hamilton #Callum Hunt #Aaron Stewart #Tamara Rajavi #Jasper DeWinter #jascalronmara #the silver mask

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ooobirdy · 8 years ago

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Let go (A hurt/Comfort Hamilfam one-shot)

He was in shock.

Hamilton didn’t get fired. Hamilton got other people fired with his big mouth, but had never had it happen to himself.

The kicker? He not only got fired, he was unhirable from his less than satisfactory exit.

Don’t punch your boss square in the face, kids. It doesn’t bode well for anyone at all.

Words: 2,411 Tags: Hamilfam (including all the kids. all of them), swearing, inappropriate conversations, mentions of being fired, emotional distress at being fired, and comfort from multiple sources, John Adams is a dick, and Burr is here too Pairing: Eliza Schuyler/Alexander Hamilton (they’re married, it’s an established relationship) Alternate Universe: Modern era, the government branch officials and politicians work at a banking firm

The door shut with a resounding click. It was too quiet. All the kids were at school, and his Dearest Eliza was working. Heh, working.

Alexander ran a hand down his face, sighing heavily as he set down his briefcase on the table, shuffling from the room. It’d be hours before his family came home. It gave him time to think, to try to gather his bearings and understand what he had truly done.

He was in shock.

Hamilton didn’t get fired. Hamilton got other people fired with his big mouth, but had never had it happen to himself.

The kicker? He not only got fired, he was unhirable from his less than satisfactory exit.

Don’t punch your boss square in the face, kids. It doesn’t bode well for anyone at all.

His metaphorical pink slip weighed heavy on his mind. Maybe fast food was hiring… He needed a job to support his family. What he really needed was something that matched his banking finance, but that wasn’t coming his way anytime soon, his former employer would make damned sure of it.

Alexander flopped down at the breakfast bar, hiding his face in his hands as he shook with barely contained rage and grief at his stupid decision. It wasn’t just him he was hurting with that stupid move. It was his family. They could still live on a budget with his wife’s paycheck, but that just wouldn’t be fair to his family, especially said wife.

He had made a mistake, but was too stubborn, too prideful to admit it to anyone but himself.

The Caribbean man slid his face from his hands, sighing again. He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately.

How would Eliza even react to this news? He’d had it where they could live and still splurge if they wanted to… Would his wife even want to remain with him?

His phone buzzed in his pocket and Alexander froze, blood turning to ice, breath hitching. He stayed like that for the full minute his phone went off before finally fishing the object out of his pocket and checking who had been calling.

Aaron Burr?

Alexander called him back.

“Alexander?”

“Aaron Burr, sir?”

“I...I heard what happened. If it’s of any consolation, you have my condolences.”

Alexander scoffed, laughing mirthlessly.

“It’s just a job.”

“Which you’re probably beating yourself up about.”

“...”

“Your silence says all I need to know.”

Alexander sighed, running a hand down his face.

“You’ve only called to express pity, and as much as I appreciate it, I don’t rightly need it. I do, however, need to figure out what the hell i’m going to do to support my family..”

“Jobs aren’t that easy to find, Alexander.”

“Gee, Burr, it’s like I didn’t know that already.”

“Hey, I’m not here to be mocked, I’m just being honest.”

“Be honest elsewhere, sir.”

“Your pride is gonna be the death of us all.”

And with that, the line clicked to a close, static playing over the phone. Hamilton frowned.

“Ah, jeez…”

Setting his phone aside, Alexander paced the hallway of his empty foyer. What was he going to do? Should he apologize? Get on his knees and beg Adams, the bastard, for forgiveness? Should he shut up and let the man scorned become him? Should he immediately go a print a new resume and hope for the best? Jeez, what if he ended up a cashier again? He hadn’t been in retail work in almost ten years, he doubted he’d be able to do it flawlessly if it came to that.

That’s when it hit him.

Law school.

He had never finished being a lawyer!

Would they still take him?

Would Burr recommend him?

Hamilton thought quietly, stopping his pacing before running to his phone and dialing.

Surprisingly, Aaron picked up.

“If you’re calling to yell at me-”

“No, no, quite the contrary, sir!”

Aaron was taken aback by the suddenly chipper man. He had just gotten fired, what the hell had him so excited?

“Your mood flipped pretty easily.”

“Do you still have your lawyer buddies?”

“...Did you do something illegal?”

“No, no, I didn’t do anything like that….Yet.”

“Think of a plausible alibi if you’re gonna do something stupid.”

Alexander laughed.

“You’ve got a dry sense of humor, but it’s definitely still there after all these years.”

“Aging me up, aren’t you?”

“Face it, Burr, you’re old.”

“I’m only a year older than you.”

“I never said I wasn’t getting old. Which, for the record, I’m not.”

It was Aaron’s turn to laugh.

“Why’d you need my lawyer friends?”

Alexander smiled sheepishly on the other side of the phonecall.

“Well, you and I used to work together on cases, and I wasn’t too bad at it. I think it might help? I mean, sure, it isn’t a bank, but I can live with righting injustice and putting wrong doers in their place again.”

Aaron paused, absorbing the information.

“You know this means you can’t blow everything out of proportion, right? You have to redo your training and do as they tell you to do.”

Alexander blew a raspberry into the receiver.

“And not do childish stuff like this.”

“I’m fiiiiiiiiiine. Can they help me, or not?”

“You’re a grown ass man, Hamilton.”

“Are you saying that to my ‘fine,’ or to me asking if they can help, because either way, it works, and it’s disturbing how accurate that is.”

Aaron stifled a laugh on the other side of the phone conversation.

“You’re such a kid, remind me again how you kept the bank afloat in Washington’s wake?”

“Because I’m a fucking badass, and I knew what I was doing. Watch, it’s gonna close under Jefferson and Adams’ thumbs.”

Burr chuckled.

“Your confidence is astounding, Hamilton.”

“Hah, you say that like it hasn’t always been.”

“Just minutes prior, you were a shell of this exuberant facade.”

Alexander rolled his eyes, hmmphing.

Aaron paused.

“I’ll talk to them. I know that’s what you’ve wanted to hear, not to me rambling.”

“You weren’t rambling, Mr. Burr, sir. We were bantering.”

“Still, I apologize. I’ll talk to William, but you should get a hold of Pendleton if you want to see if he still needs a partner.”

“Oh-! I had forgotten all about poor Pendleton!”

“Isn’t he one of your best friends?”

“Yes.”

Aaron facepalmed.

“It’s a wonder you have any friends.”

Hamilton laughed.

“Hey, Aaron?”

Burr blinked.

How...Informal.

“Yes, Alexander?”

“Thank you. For everything. You’re always so succinct and persuasive. I’d botch it somehow, and I appreciate you picking up the phone even after I made it seem like I didn’t need your help. Well, i mean, i didn’t at the time, but still.”

Aaron chuckled.

“I knew you’d come back, either to yell at me, or ask for help, so I kept my phone nearby.”

“Wait- Aren’t you still at work?”

“Lunch break.”

“And you’re spending it talking to me? Geez, Aaron, go feed yourself.”

It was Aaron’s turn to scoff.

“You’re not allowed to lecture me about not eating when you probably haven’t eaten today at all.”

Alexander snickered.

“No need to get so peeved, sir.”

Aaron sighed.

“Just go call Nathaniel. I’ll get with Van Ness, and we’ll see where it goes from there.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“ No problem, Alexander.”

Burr ended the call.

Hamilton felt a little bit more at ease now that he had a plan. All that was left was to tell his wife. But first, time to binge Hell’s Kitchen now that he had free time.

---

Alexander was about ten episodes into Hell’s kitchen when his kids and wife walked through the door, confused to see him there, dressed up in his sweats and with his hair in a messy bun, not in his normal business attire, eyeing his briefcase on the table near the front door wearily.

“You’re home early, pops,” Philip said, flopping down on the couch next to his father.

Alex paused the tv, smiling, albeit strained.

“Heya, Pip, how was school?”

“It went alright. I passed a test with really high marks.”

“ Nice!”

Hamilton’s second oldest child peeked her head around the corner before taking a running start and leaping onto both her father’s, and her brother’s lap, wedging herself into a comfortable position that left both men cringing in pain.

“ANGIE, WHAT THE SHIT!”

“Language,” Alexander laughed.

“She’s squishing my dick.”

“Your dick is too tiny for me to squish, it’s practically concaved.”

Philip shoved her off his lap and onto the floor, fuming.

Alexander Jr. blinked, raising a brow at the display before asking the obvious question looming in the air.

“Dad, how was work? You’re usually not home until a couple hours after us.”

Alexander Jr’s father sighed heavily, curling in on himself.

“Go get your mother and sister, I have an announcement.”

Alex left to go get both Eliza’s, John Church wandering into the room, sipping on a caprisun that were for the younger children, but not really giving a shit otherwise.

“Sup, pops.”

John raised a brow at where Philip and Angelica were bitching at each other, pushing each other in a makeshift wrestling match. Alexander was just watching his children with a far-off look on his face. John could tell something was wrong.

Both Elizas wandered into the room, the eldest one holding her daughter’s hand.

She eyed where her two eldest children were fighting with displeasure before letting her daughter’s hand go and going over, pulling Angelica from Philip, and vice versa.

“Can you two not stop fighting for even five minutes?”

“He’s insulted cause i said he has a little dick.”

Eliza blushed deeply, covering her mouth.

“Angelica!”

Angelica laughed and Philip blushed, looking off to the side angrily.

For once, Hamilton was glad the spotlight wasn’t on him. This was far more amusing.

But it could only last for so long when his little prodigy came back into the room, toting James along with him.

The only one missing was William, but he was probably down for a nap. He was too young to understand ‘fired’ anyway.

Hamilton cleared his throat.

Everyone paused and turned to face the man, and Alexander felt hot under the scrutinizing gazes.

“I’ve called you all here for a reason...”

“Mhmm, yup, we’ve all heard this one before,” Philip said offhandedly, flinching when his father turned and glared coldly at him, actually recoiling to the other side of the couch.

“You asshole,” Angelica said sternly.

Alexander took a breath, running a hand down his face, careful of his glasses.

“As I was saying...There’s no easy way to say this, but it has to be said. I got let go from my job.”

There was a lot of collective gasps, and a sputter of disbelief from Philip, who was spewing apologies for his comment earlier, having thought his father was just going to tell a terrible dad pun.

Little Eliza crawled up into her father’s lap, staring him in the eyes.

“What are you gonna do now, daddy?”

Alexander smiled sadly.

“Daddy’s gonna go and try lawyering again.”

His youngest daughter lit up.

“Lawyering? Daddy’s gonna be a law man?”

Alexander laughed, ruffling his daughter’s dark hair.

“A lawyer, sweetheart.”

“Ooooooh.”

He chuckled, lifting his daughter up and setting her more comfortably on his lap, playing with her hair. He looked up at the rest of his family carefully, trying to gauge their reactions.

“Any questions?”

His wife raised her hand and he couldn’t help but feel more in love. That was such an innocent, dorky thing to do. He loved his teacher wife.

“Yes, love?”

“Why were you let go?”

“I, uh- They didn’t need me at the firm anymore…”

The eldest Eliza looked upset.

“They just let you go out of the blue? That’s horrible!”

Alexander felt a sharp stinging in his chest and sighed, setting his daughter down before getting up and kissing his wife’s cheek, whispering in her ear.

“I’ll explain more tonight, love.”

Philip raised a brow.

“Please don’t use dad getting fired as foreplay.”

His mother balked.

“Philip James Hamilton!”

Alexander was bright red at this point, praying to anybody who would listen that his younger kids didn’t ask what foreplay was.

He considered himself lucky when they brushed to a new topic completely.

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As they were getting ready for bed, Eliza and Alexander fluffed the pillows and made the duvet, talking aimlessly, just trying to get things about their day out in the open. Eliza’s students had painted flowers.

“They were so lovely, too. They’re very talented kids.”

“I bet,” Alexander replied, changing into his sleep clothes, tossing his others in the hamper and letting his hair down from its messy bun.

Eliza shimmied out of her dress and slipped on her nightgown, trying her hair up and stretching, walking over to the light and flipping it off before walking back to the bed and slipping in. She snuggled into the covers as she waited for her husband to do the same.

He didn’t.

She frowned and sat back up, raising a brow at him in the dark room as her eyes adjusted and she spotted him waiting on the end of the bed, lost in thought.

“Alexander?”

He jolted from his thoughts.

“S-Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“About what, love?”

Alexander sighed, turning to face his wife in the dark room.

“I ran that firm under Washington for years..But then Adams takes over, calls me undeserving, and with the help of Jefferson, the fucker, dethrones me completely..”

Eliza frowned, crawling back out from under the covers and padding over to her husband, sitting beside him and running a hand soothingly over his back.

“Come to bed, sleep it off, love.”

“I punched him.”

Eliza paused.

“What?”

“He called me a creole bastard. So I socked the bastard in the fucking face.”

Eliza sighed, leaning over and kissing her husband.

“Defend your honor in a way that doesn’t hurt someone.”

“He had it coming!”

"You're strong and capable of picking yourself back up even after this, and that's what really matters. They lost a valuable person at the firm today."

Alexander took his wife’s hand.

“And I’d do it again if I could.”

Eliza rolled her eyes, but smiled and kissed Alexander’s forehead.

“Come back to bed, that would be enough.”

And for once, Alexander indulged her.

They’d work through this later, but for now it was time to sleep.

#hamilton #hamilton: an american musical #hamilton fanfic #aaron burr #Alexander Hamilton #eliza schuyler #hamilton's buttload of kids who i am not going to type out individually #fun fact: i wrote this after getting let go from my own job as a way to vent #Birdie's writings

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hamilton4laurens · 8 years ago

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Friday Night Lights

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Fem!Reader

Request: Any chance you can write one where the reader is Anthony’s younger sister and they meet Lin and they really like each other? Like super fluffy with them getting together at the end but also protective Anthony too? Sorry that is vague and sorry if you can’t! ~ Anonymous

Will you do a Lin x reader? I’m always craving some more of that! @ruth-hamilton-delrio

Words: 1957

Warnings: protective older brother; alcohol mentioned; fluff

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Stepping into the club your older brother Anthony made sure you stayed by his side as you pushed your way through the crowd of people.

It was Friday night, for once there wasn’t a show so the cast wanted to go out and have fun to make up for how hard they’ve been working. And it just so happened to be the night you were suppose to hang out with your older brother. So he decided to drag you along so you can meet some of his friends. And in all honesty you were kind of nervous.

Up ahead Anthony can see his girlfriend Jasmine talking to Daveed. He grinned and pulled you along to walk faster as the both of you made your way over. He released your hand and went over giving his girlfriend a kiss on the cheek causing her to giggle.

“Anthony Ramos how nice of you to finally join us.” Anthony chuckled before motioning you over.

“Y/N you’ve already met Jazzy, so Y/N this is Daveed Diggs, he plays Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson in the show.” Your brother told you. You smile at the man.

‘Damn he’s hot.’ You thought to yourself as you shook the mans hand.

“Where’s Lin?” Anthony asked Daveed while casually slinging an arm around Jasmine’s shoulders.

“Uhhh.” Daveed looked around. “He should be around here somewhere, why what’s going on?”

“Nah nothing man, I jus’ want to introduce my baby sister to the guys.” You glared at him.

“Anthony I’m literally 1 year younger than you.” You pointed out to him.

“Damn I feel bad for you, having Anthony as a brother?” Daveed let out a low whistle. You and Jazzy laughed as Anthony playfully glared at Daveed telling him to ‘fuck off’. Daveed only grinned in response.

“Well it was nice meeting you Daveed now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to go grab a drink.” You announced, turning away from the small group, walking right into someone.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” You apologized.

“No it’s my fault I should’ve watched where I was going.” The man stammered. Looking into his eyes blew your breath away. He was handsome, he sported a goatee and a man bun. You nervously smiled at him, feeling your heart pound in your chest or its the base of the music, you weren’t sure.

“I…I don’t know what else to say.” You admitted, avoiding eye contact with him, feeling yourself blush from the awkwardness of the situation.

The man chuckled, shoving his hands into his front pockets.

“How about I buy you a drink?” The man offered. “You look like you kind of need it.” You smiled slightly.

“Okay.” You trailed behind the man, making your way to the bar which wasn’t as full as you thought it would be. The man hopped onto the bar stool, patting the stool besides him. Sliding onto the stool you twisted your body so you were facing the bar.

“What would the lady like this evening?” The bar tender asked. You lightly chuckle.

“A rum and Coke.” You tell him. The bar tender nodded before looking at the man next to you.

“Beer.” The bar tender left the two of you to get your drinks. Twisting in your seat, your knee brushed lightly against the mans leg.

“Im Y/N.” You told him. He smiled holding his hand out to you.

“Lin.” Once he said that you thought of Anthony’s friend.

“As in Lin-Manuel Miranda?” You tried. Lin laughed but nodded saying ‘Yes’. You smiled. “I’m Y/N Ramos, Ant’s sister.” He stared at you for like 2.3 seconds before it clicked.

“Right! Ant told me you were coming tonight. Well it’s nice to meet you, Anthony talks about you as much as he does about Jasmine.” Together you laughed as your drinks were set down in front of you.

You took your drink in your hands and took one big gulp from the glass.

“Woah!” Lin laughed. “Well then, um, tell me about yourself Y/N.” Looking at him you can see him blushing, his hands fidgeting with the bottle.

“You don’t need to be nervous Lin.” He smiled anxiously at you before looking back at his bottle.

“Sorry it’s just I didn’t expect you to be so beautiful I- Oh my god I’m sorry.” His face was a bright red at this point from embarrassment.

“You think I’m beautiful?” You asked, turning bashful. His brown eyes locked with yours.

“Of course I do, h-have you seen you? Like damn girl.” You giggled, your face turning redder, Lin noticed this and smiled. At least he wasn’t the only blushing mess here.

“Well thank you.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach in that moment.

Anthony was looking for you. He was kinda worried. He lost you and him being the protective brother he is had to make sure you were all right. So of course he was relived when he saw you at the bar but what caught his eye was you talking to a man besides you. From where he’s at he couldn’t recognize who was with you and his older brother instinct kicked in so he walked over.

“Y/N!” He called it. Your head turned in the direction of your name being called and you grinned waving him over. Lin took a sip of his beer, setting down his second bottle as Anthony arrived. Anthony pulled you into a protective hug before looking at the guy you were with.

“It was his best friend Lin.

“Oh shit man it’s just you.” Anthony sighed in relief. “I had to make sure it wasn’t some douche trying to pick up my baby sister.” Lin laughed as you groaned pushing your brother away playfully.

“Ant I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself okay? And if I wanted to go home with a guy I will do just that.” You drawled. Anthony crinkled his nose in disgust.

“Ew, stop it your my sister.” He grumbled. You looked at him with amusement with a growing smirk.

“Okay this next song we’re going to slow it down a bit, and - hey no having sex in the corner!” The DJ yelled at the couple in the corner as the next song played. Anthony sighed looking back at you.

“I’m going to go find Jazzy, jus’ don’t do anything stupid okay?.” Anthony begged you. You shook your head.

“Go I’ll be fine right where I am, right Lin?” You glanced over at Lin who raised his bottle a bit.

“I’ll be with her, go find Jasmine.” Lin said. Anthony just nodded before going after his girlfriend. Picking up your drink, you drank the rest of it. “You, um want to dance?” Lin asked. You grinned at him.

“Absolutely.”

Your arms were around Lin’s neck as his hands held you by the waist, your head rested against his collarbone, his chin on top of your head as the both of you swayed to the music. Your eyes were closed, enjoying this moment.

“Hey.” Lin lightly squeezed your waist. Lifting your head you looked up at him.

“Yeah?” Lin licked his lips his eyes looking into yours with intently.

“I was wondering if-” Suddenly the whole crowd roared as the music picked up again. Lin sighed, running a head through his hair but it didn’t go as well because it was in the bun. You giggled, covering your mouth with your hand. HIs hair looked a mess now. Lin jerked his thumb back behind him. “You wanna join the others?” He asked. You shrugged before shaking your head.

“I think I want to keep dancing.” You told him with a grin, wrapping your arms around his neck as you danced to the beat of the song. His eyebrows raised in amusement. Lin was a bit awkward in the beginning but soon loosened up grabbing your hips, moving with you.

The night went better than you expected it to be. Sure you came with your brother to meet to cast of Hamilton and make new friends yourself but the second you met Lin you two stuck by each other’s side and Lin was disappointed when the night had to come to an end.

“Y/N you ready to go?” Anthony came up to you and asked. You were sitting at an empty table, Lin went to fetch you a water, to your request.

“Uh, sure, let me go tell Lin goodbye.” You responded, standing up from your seat. You stumbled forward a bit.

“Woah, how much did you drink?” Anthony asked, placing his hands on your shoulders, steading you out.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled, rubbing a hand down your face tiredly.

“Hey.” You peel your eyes open, smiling at Lin reaching your hand out for the water which he gladly handed over. Drinking the entire glass you set it down.

“I’m gonna take her home.” Anthony told Lin, who nodded glancing at you worriedly.

“Wait.” You said turning to Lin. “Bye.” You hugged him. Lin chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, hugging you goodbye.

“I’ll see you around?” He rubbed his hands together.

“Definitely.” You say, looking at your brother. “Take me home now please.” You begged your brother.

“Let’s go.” Anthony helped you to the car where you passed out by the time you got in. As quiet as he can Anthony shut the car door as Lin walked out of the club, his hair now out of his man bun.

“Yo Lin!” Lin craned his neck over to see Anthony. Walking over Lin shoved his hands into his pockets.

“Yeah?” Anthony glanced back to his sleeping sister inside the car before looking back at Lin.

“I’m not stupid yunno? I can tell when somebody likes another. And I can tell you like my sister.”

“Anthony-” Anthony put a hand up to stop his friend.

“I’m cool with it man, but if you hurt her, I kinda have to kill ya.” Lin chuckled nervously, running his hand through his long hair.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Anthony smiled.

“Good. Night man.” Lin watched Anthony get into the car, driving off with Y/N sleeping besides him. Turning down the street Lin began his walk to his car.

You let out an audible groan as you turn over in bed, pulling the blanket over your head. Slowly you dared opened your eyes seeing lightly through the gray blanket. Pulling it down you blocked the light with your hand. The light nearly blinded you, it hurt. Looking at the time on your nightstand it was 11:00pm. Beside your clock was a glass of water and two Tylenol. Taking the pills you took a big gulp of water. Reaching over for your phone you pressed the power button alas lighting up the screen.

1 text from Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Rubbing the side of your face, you unlocked your phone. You remember Lin, and talking for the most part. A lot of things were still blurry but you know that you liked him though despite only meeting him that night.

‘Hey, had a great time with you last night and again it was nice meeting you. But aside from that I was wondering if you maybe wanted to grab dinner possibly tonight? It’s totally cool if you don’t want to I understand!’ ~ Lin-Manuel Miranda

Sending him a text back you tossed your phone besides you before pulling the blanket back over you, falling back to sleep.

Lin’s phone vibrated in his pocket. He was about to get dressed as Hamilton seeing as the show started soon. Opening his texts he couldn’t help but let out a small cheer when he saw your text.

‘Yes.’ ~ Y/N Ramos

#lin-manuel x reader #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin x reader #anthony ramos imagine #Anthony ramos x sister!reader #Hamilton #hamilcast

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fullytenaciousstranger · 8 years ago

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Forget What We’ve Been Told- Part Three

Alexander Hamilton x Eliza Schuyler

Hello! This is the third part of my first fanfic collab with the lovely @icanneverbesatisfied!

Rating: Angsty, and

Word Count: 1801

Brief Plot: After the war, Alexander asks for Eliza’s hand in marriage. They are head over heels, but unfortunatley Philip Schuyler refuses to give Alexander his blessing, and he forbids Alexander from ever seeing Eliza again. Angelica, in her selflessness, sets up meetings for the young and daring couple, making sure that their letters are read only by them, and not by Mr. Schuyler. Eliza’s father suddenly arranges a marriage for her, and Alexander and Eliza struggle to see each other for as long as they can before the wedding. Angelica, who knows what will happen, writes Alex, telling him he needs to stop this wedding; this is his last and only chance to get the girl…

Part Three:

Nervously, I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. Behind me, Peggy was intricately braiding my hair into an elegant bun, a few pins sticking out from her pursed mouth.

“Eliza, I know you don't want to do this anymore than Peggy or I, but it's just one party, and you can fake a sickness halfway through if need be.” Angelica spoke from far behind me, sitting on her bed. “It'll be over before you know it.” She stood, and I gaped at her appearance.

“Angelica, you look beautiful.” She looked like a goddess, her dress the color of a primrose in springtime. Angelica’s dark skin practically glowed, and I knew her every move in the ballroom would be purposeful and graceful. A small silver ornament was nestled in her hair, reminiscent of an angel’s halo. I pushed down the jealousy rising in my chest.

“As do you.” Angelica responded, buckling her glossy shoes on.

“Really?” I said faintly, staring at myself in the mirror. I took in in my appearance. My dark hair had been twisted into an elegant updo, and rouge liberally applied to my cheeks by Peggy. A dark red lipstick stained my lips and I tugged at the low neckline of my emerald green dress, trying another smile in the mirror. It seemed as fake as it felt.

“Girls, are you ready?” My father appeared in my peripheral vision, and I turned to him. After rejecting Alexander, he had acted as if our relationship was fine, when in reality it been been ripped to shreds. I stiffened and stared down at my chestnut-colored, heeled shoes.

“Yes, we’re ready.” Angelica regarded our father coldly and snatched up Peggy’s gloved hand, brushing past him. My father frowned at her slightly, but turned to me.

“Believe me when I say this is going to be a very important party for you, Eliza.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. He simply nodded knowingly and squeezed my shoulder, ignoring my uncomfortable facial expression. I didn’t get a chance to push past him before he hooked his arm through mine, leading me down the hallway, and then the grand staircase. Below me the ballroom gushed with energy and people, and the chandelier hanging in the center of the room sparkled.

I watched as Angelica and Peggy hurried off and out of my sight, and I turned to my father. “Thank you, father, but I can take it from here.”

I shook his head. “No, Eliza. There's someone I want you to meet.” He pulled me away from the foot of the ornate staircase, and to a small group of people dressed in obnoxiously coloured clothes.

My father tapped one of the men on the shoulder, and he turned towards us. “Oh, how dare you- ah, Mr. Schuyler! What a wonderful party!” The man exclaimed, greeting my father warmly.

“Thank you; there's someone I want you to meet.” He swept his arm out towards me, and the man's gaze raked greedily down my frame.

“Elizabeth Schuyler, it's lovely to meet you.” I said, and sighed quietly, shifting around uncomfortably and crossing my arms in front of me. I didn't even know this man, but he was already beginning to irritate me.

“Thomas Johnson.” He drawled in a bored tone. In my father's mind, Thomas was obviously a prestigious individual. He had light blond hair that had been secured into a slick ponytail at the nape of his neck, and unattractive green eyes the colour of river muck. His face held all the signs of a person raised to believe they were much better than the people around him, and that they existed only for his pleasures and whims.

“Now, if you'll excuse me, I’d like to talk with my sisters-” I started to announce, but my father cut me off.

“That is not necessary, Eliza. You should spend some time with Thomas, get to know him a little better.” He said, pushing me towards Thomas. “Go, take a walk.” My father suggested, already turning away to chat with the rest of the group.

“I'm sorry, but I would be much more comfortable with Angelica and Peggy. I should hope you understand.” I started to turn away, but Thomas grabbed at my wrist.

“Absolutely not.” He froze, then continued in a more light-hearted tone. “Your father has said what you should be doing, and as his daughter you should be listening to him.” Thomas said, tightening his grip on my wrist. “So, let's take a walk.” He lead me out of the spacious ballroom, and into the gardens. I had to admit that I was grateful to be out of the crowded room, the noise fading behind me.

“Could you let go of my wrist? You're starting to hurt it.” He reluctantly dropped my wrist, and I let it fall to my side, tangling my fingers in the soft, green material of my dress.

“How long have you known my father?”

“Since I was fifteen.” He offered no other information, and I nodded my head.

“Well, um, how did you meet him?” I asked, biting my lip. My earlier thoughts of dislike were only becoming further reaffirmed.

“My parents were part of a project with him.” He stopped suddenly. “For a woman, you ask quite a lot of questions.”

I stopped dead in my tracks, and looked him in the eye. “Excuse me?” I breathed out, scarcely able to imagine that my father had thought I could get along with this man.

“Didn't your father ever teach you that women are supposed to be seen and not heard?” Thomas questioned.

“No, because my father is somewhat sensible.” I blurted, my hands curling into fists.

“How dare you speak to me-”

“Excuse me, but what the hell, man?” I whirled around, and caught sight of Peggy and Hercules. A few years back Hercules Mulligan had become a fast family friend after Peggy and I met him through Alexander. Peggy and him had retained a special friendship throughout the years, and I considered him a friend as well. Thank goodness he was here. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I hurried towards my youngest sister. She pulled me into a hug, and patted my back lightly.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I turned, releasing Peggy. “Are you okay?” Hercules asked me, and I nodded.

“Thank you, Hercules.” I said, and he smiled at me. He turned back towards Thomas.

“Now you and me are gonna have a little talk…” I heard him say as Peggy lead me back inside. She pulled me into the area behind the staircase that was always deserted at our father’s parties, and took my hands in her own.

“Are you really okay?” She asked me, her eyes sparkling with worry for me.

“Yes, I'm fine.” I repeated and smiled reassuringly.

“If you say so.” She breathed out a sigh of relief. “Are you ready to rejoin the party?”

“For a little while, I-”

“Eliza? Eliza, there you are!” My father said, turning into the hiding spot. “Come with me, I have an announcement to make.” He hooked his right arm through my left, and his left arm through Peggy's right. He shooed Peggy away as soon as we reached the crowd, and she turned back towards us in panic.

My father pulled me up a few of the steps, before clearing his throat loudly. “I would like to make an announcement!” He exclaimed, and the party started to gradually fade into an impatient silence.

“I am all too happy to announce my daughter, Eliza's, engagement to Thomas Johnson.” He said, and I had to fight the urge to scream aloud.

“What?” I whispered, biting my lip, begging myself to look happy. Why hadn’t he told me his plans? “Oh my God,” I spoke, my words almost inaudible. Please don't let my face betray my heart.

The crowd started to clap, and I spotted Angelica in the very center of it. She was clearly fuming, and under other circumstances I would have laughed at the face she was making. Dark spots peppered my vision and I felt my heartbeat increase.

My father raised a glass. “To your future union, Eliza. May you always be happy and satisfied!” I fought for a smile, and nodded, agony blossoming throughout my body.

“Thank you.” I said, trying my hardest to look only at Angelica. The crowd began to dissolve, resuming their activities. “Now if you'll excuse me, I’m- I’m off to go find Thomas.” I blurted out, and hurried down the stairs and out the door, in dire need of the fresh night air.

--Angelica’s Perspective--

“Father!” I shouted, rushing back down the stairs. I had taken Eliza to her room after the last guest had left the party. She was a mess, sobbing so hard she was gasping for air, muttering about how she could never be happy now.

“Angelica! Did you enjoy the party?” He laughed heartily. “I bet you'll be excited to finally have a brother in the family!” He came towards me for a hug, and I stepped back.

“No. I did not enjoy the party.” I stated, pushing my shoulders back and raising my head confidently, trying to make myself look as tall as I could.

“Well, why ever not?” He asked, his smile drooping.

“Because you've ruined her! You've ruined Eliza!” I shouted. “How can you not see it?”

“I'm making a sacrifice because I know what's best-”

“Sacrifice?!” I practically screamed, the word echoing around the large room with an eerie resolve.

“Yes. It's a sacrifice I'm making because I love her, and I know what's best for her.” He said, setting down the wine glass he was holding. “You should be content and happy with my decision.”

I let out a shocked breath. “I love my sister more than anything in this life, I would choose her happiness over mine every time!” I yelled, taking a step towards him. “Eliza is the best thing in our lives! Never lose sight of the fact that you have been blessed with the best child!” I took another step towards him, and he took a step back. “Congratulations!” I shouted, and pushed him lightly, already preparing to turn around.

“Angelica!” He roared after me, and I stopped moving.

“What?” I spat.

“I'm not sorry.” He said, not a tinge of regret in his tone.

I turned towards him, looking him full in the face. “I know my sister like I know my own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. I know she'll never love him, but she'll just say ‘I’m fine.’” I said, letting my anger fuel me. “She'll be lying.” I breathed out, and turned on my heel, running up the stairs.

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hamilficsfordays · 8 years ago

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New Beginning—Chapter Three: Too Much

Disclaimer: I don’t know Lin, nor do I know any of his friends or family.

Also posted on Ao3

Summary: Alexa is starting to become dependent on Lin, all the while mysteriously isolating herself from Vanessa. When she’s first exposed to time without either of them, a harsh reality is presented.

Rating: M. NON-CON TRIGGER WARNING

Author’s Note: If you’d like to avoid that scene, I’ve taken the liberty of putting the line directly before and after the scene in bold lettering. If you don’t want to read the scene, don’t read between the bold lines and you’ll be fine. There are references after the fact, just so you’re aware.

Words: 6533

Askbox / Masterlist / Chapter Two / Chapter Four

With the beginning of August, and Hamilton’s Broadway debut closing in, Lin wasted no time slaving away, spending time to perfect the show down to the very last detail.

When he wasn’t caught up in Hamilton, his efforts shifted to being a better father and whatever that may have entailed. This week, it was tireless research on immunodeficiency. After nearly a month of having Alexa as a part of their family, he seemed to know virtually nothing about her disease. Since Vanessa was usually at work for more than fifty hours a week (not including the time she spent working at home), he was the only guardian around her most of the time. If something went wrong, being as clueless as he was would not be helpful.

It was Saturday evening when he was particularly caught up in research, his understudy Javier Muñoz set to perform that night in his place. Sebastian was already asleep, Vanessa was at work in her office.

Alexa joined him silently in the living room, a sweatshirt and leggings on, wrapped in a blanket. Her phone was in one hand, a pair of headphones attached and keeping her attention, a small blue device with a large syringe on top in the other. There was a tube attached to the device that vanished underneath her sweatshirt. She sat on the far end of the couch, Lin across the room on the loveseat.

“What are you watching?” he asked, loud enough for her to hear through the headphones. She pulled one aside.

“Oh, um, I’m just going through my cue on Netflix. I found this show called The West Wing. It looks pretty good but I’m only about two episodes in—what?” Alexa paused when she saw Lin’s face change into an excited smile.

“You do know that’s my favorite show of all time, right?” he told her, setting his laptop aside in search of the remote for their smart TV. “What part are you at? We should watch it together.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.” she insisted. “Don’t let me stop you from… whatever you were doing.”

“I can multitask, I was just researching your immunodeficiency.”

“Why would you do that?” she demanded, glancing down at the machine attached to her, confused if not shocked by the gesture.

“Because I care.” he reminded her.

“You mean unlike every other foster parent I’ve ever had?”

“Exactly.” he smiled. “You can make fun of me all you want for being proud of that, but I am.”

Alexa couldn’t help but smile. “Just turn on the show so I don’t have to hear you brag about it.”

They had managed to make it through five more episodes of the show before Alexa’s treatment had finished, though a few unwanted side-effects had already kicked in.

“One more?” Lin asked as Netflix cued up the next episode to run in twenty seconds.

There was no response. He glanced over at his daughter to see that her eyes were still open though she chose not to respond. She was curled up in the blanket, shivering every so often.

“Lex?” he asked again, moving closer to her. “Are you okay?”

She groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she shook her head in response.

“What’s wrong?”

“I fucked something up.” she finally said, pulling the device out from under the blanket. The syringe was empty and the device off, signaling that her treatment was complete. “I’m supposed to pause the treatment for like five minute intervals, but I forgot. I was distracted by the show.”

“That’s okay,” he attempted to reassure her. “Do you know that you’re shivering right now?”

“I’m so cold.” she managed back, shivering again. “Oh my god, am I gonna die?”

Lin put a hand against her forehead, feeling how warm she was in contrast.

“You’re not going to die, but I think you may have a little bit of a fever.” he warned. “We should probably pull that tube out—”

“Bandages.” she reminded him. “They’re in the bathroom.”

“I’ll just go grab a few—” As he stood up, Alexa reached out for his hand, pulling him back.

“Please don’t.” she begged, squeezing his hand.

Though Lin had no firsthand experience with anxiety disorder, he could tell his daughter was on the verge of a panic attack. Her occasional shivering had turned into constant shaking as she tried to hold herself together.

“I’m right here.” he assured her, squeezing her hand back. “You’re okay.”

Lin sat on the floor beside the couch, not letting go of her hand. Considering the strength of her grip, letting go didn’t seem to be an option even if he had wanted to do so.

“Hey Vanessa,” his voice projected down the hall to his wife’s office, where she pulled herself away from the desk and out to the living room.

“What’s going on?” She asked, catching sight of her daughter shaking on the couch. “Is she okay?”

“Everything is fine.” He hoped the calm presence that he was exhibiting would be enough to signal Vanessa to do the same. Thankfully, she caught on.

“Could you grab some bandages and bring them over here? In fact, just grab the box.”

“Yeah, sure.” She scurried off to the bathroom, grabbing the box from the cabinet underneath the sink and rushing it back to the living room.

There was a cry from the hallway catching everyone’s attention.

“Shit,” Lin whispered, taking the box from Vanessa. “He must’ve heard me call you.”

“I’ll take care of him.” she offered. “Stay here.”

While V left to take care of Sebastian, Lin stayed behind to be with his daughter. He slowly pulled the blanket aside, cautiously avoiding sudden movements, and pushed up the hem of her sweatshirt to reveal three small needles embedded underneath her outer layer of skin just above her hip bone. He pulled each of them out and replaced them with a bandage.

“Really weak…” Alexa managed through uneven breaths.

“Mija, you have to breathe evenly.” He reminded her, taking one of her hands and placing it against his chest. “Follow me, okay?”

The teen nodded slowly, eagerly trying to match her breathing rate with his. She did, feeling her skyrocketed heart rate drop ever so slightly.

“Do you think you can walk?”

“I-I don’t know.” she admitted.

Slowly but surely he helped her off the couch, supporting most of her weight as they relocated to her bedroom. When she was safely in bed Lin opted to stay with her, sitting beside the bed on the floor. She still insisted on holding his hand, though her constant shaking and uneven breathing had been reduced to occasional shivering and steady breathing.

He had every intention of staying beside her until she fell asleep, but when he was woken up by Vanessa a few hours later only to discover that he’d fallen asleep leaning against the side of Alexa’s bed, he debated if having done so was a step too far.

“At least she knows you’re there for her.” Vanessa said once they’d stepped out into the hallway, closing her bedroom door.

“I just don’t want her to become too dependent.”

They headed down the hall to their own bedroom, sliding into bed beside one another.

“What’s gonna happen when she starts school in September?” he prompted. “We can’t be there for her all the time. She’ll occasionally need to whether a storm on her own. I’m not sure she knows how to do that.”

“We could always ask you mother for advice.” Vanessa pointed out. “Before we discuss school though, we should probably settle on a school for her to attend.”

As July pressed on, Lin and Vanessa came face to face with a very serious decision and a very strict deadline to make it.

They had searched the city, desperately seeking the best possible school to send Alexa to. They knew it had to be private—though tuition would be steep, they would only have to pay it for two years—and that it had to have a good arts program. It was the only way her heavy interest in playwriting would be encouraged academically.

“Okay so, we’re down to two options.”

It was a week before Hamilton opened on Broadway at the Richard Rodgers Theatre. The couple sat in Lin’s office, laptops out and coffee in hand to make a final decision. Both Sebastian and Alexa were asleep, giving them the space to put their heads together.

“Right. First is Brearley.” Vanessa announced, reopening the tab to the school’s website.

“All-girls, which you know I’m a fan of.” Lin offered. “The less shitty teenage boys around to hurt her, the better.”

“Yes, but it is all the way out on the Upper East Side which makes commute a huge hassle coming all the way from the Heights. I have enough trouble getting to court downtown. Especially during rush hour.”

Lin shrugged. Distance was another negative peg for Brearley. Travelling from so far uptown to the Upper East Side would mean a lot of buses and a lot of transfers that would make the morning commute inconvenient.

“Still,” she added. “It’s a top notch school. I think Tina Fey’s daughters go there. Not to mention, their college prep is really great too.”

“Right.” Lin nodded slowly. “But their arts program is kind of bleak. It mostly focuses on music. Which is great, but it’s not Alexa’s area of interest.”

“What are we up against?” Vanessa asked

“Columbia Grammar and Preparatory School.” Lin started, changing the tab on his own computer.

“Upper West Side, so commute is really simple.” he paused, wincing at the next thought. “But they’re co-ed. Which means shitty teenage boys.“

“They’re also a great school, and with a similar college prep system.” Vanessa added, taking a swig of her coffee.

“Their arts system also has a more profound Drama program. This has to be it, right?” Lin questioned.

“At $47,000, it’s two-thousand more expensive a year than Brearley.”

He sighed. “I mean at this price, what’s two-thousand more dollars?”

“Lin,” she grabbed his free hand, squeezing it. “We may have to cut corners to make this work.”

“Well if Hamilton does as well on Broadway as In The Heights did, we might be able to scrape by.”

“Sweetie,” she tried.

“We’ll be fine.” he insisted. “Hamilton will do fine. It did fine at the Public—.”

“You know I want nothing but success for you. But there’s always a rare chance that these things don’t work out like you thought they would.”

“But if they do—”

“Then we pay tuition for this year, set aside tuition for next year, and keep going. That’s great.”

He sighed again, groaning as he rubbed his eyes. “What do we do now?”

“We pay for this year and we budget until we see how Hamilton turns out. I’ll pull a few extra cases at the firm. We can make this work.”

As fortune would have it, their off-Broadway tickets sold out almost immediately. In time, Hamilton quickly became an overnight sensation. Ticket prices soared, seats for their Broadway shows sold out months in advance and, much like at the Public Theatre, notable names came out in droves to see the show.

With this popularity, Lin-Manuel Miranda very quickly became a household name. His once quiet days at home writing were now spent doing interviews, photo shoots, and and press for Hamilton’s upcoming opening on Broadway. Time typically spent at home with his kids now had to be split with his busy schedule.

Coming home from a Sunday afternoon matinee, Lin stepped into his living room only to find him a significant collection of shopping bags scattered about the room.

“What the…”

Alexa stumbled into the living room then, picking up a few bags before she noticed Lin in the doorway.

“Oh, you’re back.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your mom took me shopping.” she explained. “She’s in my room trying to figure out how we’re going to fit all of this in my closet. The woman has amazing taste… but it’s like the shopping was never ending. I left owning no bathing suits and came back owning five.”

“Wait, why did you go shopping with my mom?” Lin picked up a few bags, glancing in them before setting them down. “She goes way overboard when it comes to clothes shopping.”

“You weren’t here.” she reminded him. “Neither was Vanessa.”

He sighed. He couldn’t exactly argue that.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

Alexa opened her mouth to speak, hesitating for a moment as she placed the bags in her hand back down on the floor.

“I’m not…” she sighed, groaning in frustration as she struggled to get the right words out. “I’m not great at expressing feelings.”

Lin was silent, waiting for her to continue.

“I get that… I understand that you’ve created Hamilton and it’s this big, successful thing that a lot of people like, but I didn’t ask to have a famous parent and still I’m getting all of the negative repercussions of what that entails. I don’t see you anymore. You’re not here. You’re off doing interviews or photoshoots and I get it, that’s what you have to do, but you can’t just leave your family behind at the same time.”

“Lex I’m so sorry,” he tried. “This all kind of happened at once and I’m still trying to work on my time management skills—”

“Just be a father.” she interrupted him. “That’s all I want.” She picked the bags back up, turning to head back to her room. “Oh, and something else,”

He glanced at her curiously.

“I don’t know how long this public interest is going to last,”

“It should die down soon.” he suggested. “Usually people are pretty hyped in the beginning, but once you’ve been running for a while it dies down pretty quickly. Things will go back to normal soon.”

“Whatever it is or however long it lasts, just leave me out of it. I can’t stand the idea of being related to someone famous. People always befriend you because they want something. Money… attention… tickets to Hamilton. I’m not about to be taken advantage of just because you’re a good writer.”

He nodded slowly. “That’s fair. I’ll leave you out of it.”

“Okay,” she sighed, dropping the bags again to pull her hair back into a high bun with the hair tie on her wrist. “That sucked.”

“I’m proud of you.” he smiled. “You expressed how you were feeling in an appropriate matter.”

She rolled her eyes. “Rare, I know. Don’t expect that to happen all of the time.” She picked up the bags once more. “Since you’re actually home for more than five minutes, can you help out?”

He picked up bags as instructed, following her into her room.

Fall was approaching, the beginning of the school year soon to arrive as well. Once the decision had been made (and down payment sent), of where she would attend school that year, Alexa changed her facebook information to show the school she would be attending that fall, Columbia Prep.

It drew a lot of attention, mostly from other students at that school. She was a recognizable face, the girl who hangs out with the cast of Hamilton, the hottest show in New York. The girl who was the daughter of the creator. A big deal.

It was August sixth, the date circled on the calendar as opening night for Hamilton on Broadway.

That morning, as she was being briefed on her dreaded babysitting duties for the evening by Vanessa, an unexpected facebook message caught her attention.

[Hey, Are you Alexa? You’re going to Columbia Prep in the fall, right?]

Vanessa was delivering instructions to her daughter while feeding Sebastian at his high chair in the kitchen, Alexa alone with her macbook in the living room. Desperate to discuss anything else, she started typing back.

[I am… who are you?]

The stranger was quick to respond.

[Oh, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I’m Eric Westley. I go to CP. I’m the varsity lacrosse captain. I don’t suppose you’re into sports?]

With that short description, Eric sounded exactly like the type of boy Lin had lectured her to avoid. Athletes. She remembered him saying. Especially with typical rich white boy names like Eric or Eric or Nathan… they only want to take advantage of you. Avoid them at all costs.

She was usually one to heed Lin’s warnings, but being exiled from the night’s events, she was feeling rather rebellious and chose to respond.

[Not unless you count University of Alabama college football… and only by force tbh. I’m sorry, but how do you know me?]

[Then I guess I should say Roll Tide. Aren’t you Lin-Manuel Miranda’s new daughter? The guy who wrote Hamilton?]

Reading that last line, her interest vanished.

[Whatever you’re trying to get out of me, I’m not interested. Thanks for wasting my time.]

Eric could tell he’d lost her faster than a dying patient’s pulse. He was quick to defend his actions.

[Woah hold on… I didn’t mean it like that. Listen, I get what that’s like. My dad’s an actor… it always feels like people are trying to get shit from me. I just figured you could relate.]

Alexa hesitated. The idea of knowing someone who had similar experiences was comforting at the very least.

[I guess it can’t hurt to meet new people if we have something in common.]

[Exactly. Hey speaking of meeting new people, do you have any plans tonight?]

“Lex, are you even listening to me?”

The teen glanced up from her computer, Vanessa standing over her, half dressed, a jar of baby food in one hand, her cell phone in the other.

“Sure,” she muttered back.

“What did I just say?”

Alexa rolled her eyes. “Could you put on a shirt while you’re talking to me, Vanessa? This isn’t a Victoria’s Secret fashion show.”

Vanessa scoffed, headed back to her bedroom to put a dress shirt on.

“Not like they’d ever invite you anyway.” the teen mumbled just loud enough for Vanessa to hear. Once she was gone, Alexa turned her attention back to the screen in front of her.

[No plans. Why?]

[A bunch of upperclassmen are having a party tonight. It’s just people from CP so you’ll meet plenty of people who go there.]

[Sounds like fun.]

[It’s kind of low-key though, so don’t tell anyone. The address is 2 E 61st St.]

A quick google search revealed a luxury hotel on the Upper East Side along Fifth Avenue.

[Can I take a wild guess and say you have your own suite there?]

[Didn’t I say it was lowkey? ;) Be there at midnight. I’ll meet you in the lobby.]

“Lex, I’m serious!” Vanessa was back, fully dressed for work this time.

“Could you not call me Lex?” she finally asked, breaking Vanessa’s stride.

“What do you mean?” she asked, putting on a pair of earrings. “Lin calls you that all the time.”

“I know. I’m asking you not to.”

There was a pause. Vanessa glanced at her daughter who seemed serious about the request.

“I don’t know what I’m still doing here.” she finally said, grabbing her briefcase and choking back tears. “I’m going to be late for work. I should go.”

Lex watched carefully as Vanessa made her way out without another word. Once the front door was closed, she briefly turned back to her laptop.

[I’ll be there.]

Lin had left for the night around four, Vanessa returning briefly around six to change and head to the theatre.

This gave Alexa plenty of time to prepare for the evening, all while putting Sebastian to sleep at a prompt seven-thirty.

She was out the door at eleven, wearing one of the many dresses her grandmother had bought for her on their recent shopping trip along with a pair of heels and a small bag to carry the essentials (phone, house keys, wallet, a tube of lip gloss). Before she left, she felt obligated to peek in on Sebastian. He was fast asleep as expected, though that didn’t keep the guilt she felt of leaving him alone at bay. He was only eight months old, after all.

“I’ll be back soon.” she whispered. “Just don’t freak out until then.”

On her way out the door, her phone buzzed alerting her of a text that had come through. As she headed to the elevator down the hall, she opened the message.

[Just finished an amazing show. Can’t wait for you to see the others. Thank you for coming through tonight. Grateful for you.

Love you

Lin]

She held her breath as the elevator made its way down to the first floor. The unholy “L word” had finally made it’s way into her life and it managed to hit her like a car hitting a brick wall.

She’d been with the Miranda’s for five weeks, and while her time had been enjoyable no doubt, using that word had never occurred to her.

Until now at least.

The night she was lying to them and sneaking out, leaving their infant at home alone.

“Did you have to love me right this second? She managed, closing the messenger app without drafting a response.

She took a cab to sixty-first street, carefully adjusting her hair before she entered the hotel.

Eric Westley was waiting in the lobby for her, dressed for a cocktail party. Eric was tall, at 6’2” compared to her 5’7”. He was also rather fit, although the lacrosse probably had something to do with that. He was blonde, his hair flipped back and styled meticulously. He was already smiling as she approached.

“Hey.” He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, causing her to blush. “Are you ready?”

She nodded, glancing around at the other patrons in the lobby—employees and older guests.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place?”

Eric took her hand, leading her toward the suite’s private elevator on the far end of the lobby. “You’ll see.”

It was a short elevator ride to the top floor of the building. The largest suite was at the top. As they headed up, Alexa could hear the music blaring. The doors opened and they entered the space, a living room full of dozens of other teens. Everyone had a red cup in their hand, a table loaded with small bar in the kitchen being frequently populated. She spotted a few people snorting coke off of the tables using hundred dollar bills. While most were in groups of friends, there were couples scattered around, some likely hidden away in one of the bedrooms.

Suddenly, she felt very out of place. This was nothing like she’d experienced before.

“Can I get you anything?” Eric interrupted her thoughts, a smirk on his face. “A drink? Maybe something a little more exciting?” he gestured to the group of students snorting coke off of the dining room table. “If that’s your thing.”

“Just a drink.” she confirmed.

“What do you feel like swallowing?” he asked, a cocky grin on his face.

Her eyes widened in shock, though Eric seemed completely serious. Finally, she seceded. “Surprise me.”

“Oh, I will. Don’t go anywhere.”

Leaving her in the living room among the others, Eric headed over to to the bar, signaling a friend as he did so.

“Are you sure this is gonna work?” his friend, Braxton, asked, handing him a pill bottle.

“The guy said it would work. He said one, maybe two to really have an effect.”

“Then go with two. I don’t want to risk anything.“

Eric opened the bottle, shaking out two pills and placing them both into a red solo cup full of whiskey. He grabbed a cup of his own, untouched before turning back to Braxton.

“Just make sure the guys are ready. When she’s out, I’m gonna bring her into the bedroom at the end of the hall. I’ll text you when it’s okay to come in. Then it’s time to put on a show for daddy.”

“Alright man, get out there.” Braxton gave his teammate a supportive pat on the shoulder as he headed back toward Alexa, drinks in hand.

“There you go.” he smiled, handing the correct one to her.

“Thanks.” she immediately took a sip, sucking down the hard liquor without hesitation.

“Hey did I ever mention that my dad has won four academy awards?”

Oh god… Alexa was already sighing internally. If she’d known Eric would brag about his family, she would’ve bailed before he got back. She took a long swig of her drink and waited for him to continue.

“… Then when I was six, my parents put me in a lacrosse league. I was the best one there. They kept moving me up to the next group early because my skill was so good.”

Every time he told an obvious lie, Alexa forced herself to take a sip. She’d started when he bragged about his IQ being over 200.

“Then in fourth grade…”

Alexa could feel her vision blurring. She would stumble once or twice, grabbing onto him for support. He didn’t seem to mind.

This whiskey is a lot stronger than I thought… she realized, feeling her senses fade. She struggled to stay up now, depending entirely on him to stay upright.

“Are you okay?” he asked, helping her stay up. “I think you’re a little drunk, Alexa.”

“S-strong drink.” she managed, her words heavily slurred.

“Let’s go somewhere to cool off.” he suggested, quickly helping to relocate her.

They stepped into the bedroom at the far end of the hall, devoid of other patrons. Alexa was confused by her surroundings, unable to process the new environment before Eric leaned in to kiss her. He slid his tongue between her lips, exploring the inside of her mouth.

“No—” she managed to push him away. “No I’m not okay with this.”

“Too bad there’s nothing you can do about it.” He smirked.

As if on command, the room started to spin. Alexa’s vision blurred to shapes and colors as she collapsed to the floor, barely coherent.

“That’s more like it.” He pulled her up onto the bed, unzipping the back of her dress and fumbling with her bra before he managed to pull it off. Her breasts were revealed, bare to the cold air in the room.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a cell phone, opening the camera, and snapping photos of her.

“Aw shit… Your dad’s gonna love this.”

Alexa could hear him speaking, but wasn’t able to form a response. She felt her dress being completely pulled off, her underwear nearly torn apart. There was something inside of her.

She wanted to scream, to kick, to do anything to stop it. Still, she lied there. She felt weak, motionless. Like nothing could be done.

Eric made sure to get a photo with her face in frame, her motionless body and how he slid himself inside of her.

She managed a groan in protest, a tear sliding down her cheek.

“Yeah, that’s good, isn’t it?” Using one hand, he switched the format on the camera

“What do you say we take a little video?” he asked, hitting record. Carefully, he zoomed in on her face.

“I wonder what he’d think if he saw you know? His little bastard orphan making some awfully bad choices.”

Another protesting groan. Eric readjusted the camera, filming himself pulse in and out of her. He leaned over, using one hand to wrap around her neck, then refocused on penetration. He was quick, hungry for release. He finished inside of her with a sigh, squeezing her neck harder before pulling away from her.

Alexa felt a wave of relief. It was over. She wanted nothing more that to be left there to her own merit.

“Now,” Eric stopped recording. “We’re going to bring a few friends in.”

The fear quickly returned as three figures entered the room. They were all excited at the sight of her.

“Is she totally out?” one asked

“She’s awake enough to hear and see us… Not enough to fight back.” Eric confirmed as he began recording once again.

They each took turns then, going one by one. The penetration was short, a product of their age and lack of control. They would finish over her, an insult to injury, leaving their remains to stick to her skin.

Alexa could feel herself rolled over, pushed to lie on her stomach.

“Holy shit look at all those scars.” one of them said.

“We’re probably not the first ones to do this.” someone else quipped.

“Are you getting this?” She heard someone ask.

“Yeah. I’m gonna send it to Lin-Manuel Miranda on twitter.”

There was a chorus of laughter as a warm liquid made contact with her back. One stream, then two then three. She could feel the liquid seeping into the duvet she was stuck on. She sobbed, causing another chorus of laughter.

She was wasted. Numb.

The group managed to push her back onto the wooden floor for good measure, before leaving and shutting the door.

As soon as they returned to the living room, they wasted no time relocating the data to social media.

[@EwestCPchamp: @Lin_Manuel looks like someone needs to head back to the orphanage.]

[@EwestCPchamp: @Lin_Manuel are you proud of her now, Daddy?]

[@EwestCPchamp: @Lin_Manuel knows how to raise a girl. Didn’t even put up a fight. Maybe because #Idruggedher]

[@EwestCPchamp: @Lin_Manuel The best part? I may not even go to jail for this. #richwhiteboypriv]

[@EwestCPchamp: @Lin_Manuel #bastard #orphan #grewuptobeafucktoy]

[@EwestCPchamp: @Lin_Manuel some people just deserve to be pissed on

[@EwestCPchamp: @Lin_Manuel Come find us, daddy. 2 E 61st St. Renaissance Suite.]

Each tweet had an incriminating attached photo or video. They had no shame, showed no regret. They were proud of themselves. They were hoping to solicit a response loud enough to get attention.

Downtown, the afterparty was in full swing. Lin was drunk, celebrating with his cast mates and family over Hamilton’s overwhelming success. Music was blaring from the stage as The Roots performed, among a ton of other celebrities.

Alongside his wife, Lin’s father, Luis, was actively retweeting things about Hamilton in support of his son. It was almost a ritual of his, to do anything he could to support his kids. Because of Hamilton’s literal overnight success, he’d been busy keeping up. There were thousands of tweets celebrating the success of opening night. While scrolling through tweets, he came across a group of them from one individual. All sent to Lin, all with a photo or video attached. Eager to see fanart or something more exciting, he negated reading the tweets and opened the first video.

An image appeared of his granddaughter, nude, on a bed in what appeared to be some kind of hotel room, barely conscious. She was being raped, laughed at, choked as she lay there, a victim of her situation.

Luis was shocked, disturbed, enraged by this. He glanced at the other tweets by the same account, all sent to his son, all including incredibly graphic photos or videos of Alexa being sexually assaulted. He closed twitter immediately, prompting his wife to find Vanessa as he went in search of his son.

Lin was on stage, freestyling for the crowd as The Roots played a beat to back him up. As he finished there was an eruption of applause, his father there to greet him as soon as he got off-stage.

“LIN! Have you seen what’s happening?”

Still plenty inebriated, Lin all smiles as he gestured to the room. “Yeah, Hamilton’s doing great!”

“No!” His father pulled him closer, an attempt to keep a secret even with the blaring music. “There’s someone on twitter sending you videos of him sexually assaulting Alexa!”

Lin’s face fell, almost in disbelief. “Wait, what?”

“It’s all over twitter!”

Frantic, Lin pulled out his own phone an opened twitter, desperate to find the evidence himself. There is was, dozens of tweets from teenage boys sent directly to him, filming as they (or others) violated his unconscious daughter.

His was furious, an emotion he rarely, if ever, felt. The rage matched his concern and fear.

“I’m going over to that address.” His father announced. “Come with me. We need to find her.”

“Wait! I have to find Vanessa first.”

There was a tap on his shoulder then, Vanessa behind him.

“Oh my god, V. We have to gowehavetofindher—” Lin was frantic, rushing through his words.

“Your mom and I are going home to find Sebastian.” she announced, cutting him off. “I never thought I’d say this, but I really hope she left him home alone.”

Lin pulled her face closer, kissing her forehead. “Go. I’ll get in touch with you as soon as we find her.”

It was a twenty minute drive from midtown to the Upper East Side. Lin and his father had begged the cab driver to drive faster, to run red lights, to do anything to get there as quickly as possible. Lin tried to mask the panic in his voice, but given the circumstances, it wasn’t easy.

When they arrived, the street outside was nearly silent. From the exterior, no one would know what was going on inside.

They rushed in, frantic, determined. There was one employee, a young man, behind the check-in desk when they walked in.

“Can I help you?” he asked as they approached him.

“We need to get to the Renaissance Suite.” Luis glanced at the tweet once more for confirmation.

“I’m sorry sir, that suite is currently occupied.”

Lin rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we know that. We need to get in there.”

“Unless you’re a guest of the person currently residing there I’m afraid I can’t let you—”

“Can we speak to your manager?” Lin interrupted him. “Now?”

The employee nodded slowly, heading to the back. Lin rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up, realizing just then that he’d left his jacket in the cab. It was the furthest concern from his mind as he loosened his tie slightly, still fuming.

“Hello, my name is Geoffrey. I’m the manager of guest relations. Is there a problem here?”

“Hi Geoffrey,” Lin offered his hand to the older gentleman. “My name is Lin.”

“How can I assist you this evening, Lin?”

“Papá, ¿puedo ver tu celular?”

Luis handed his phone over as requested, prompting Lin to pull up one of the many videos before turning the phone to face Geoffrey.

“Do you know what this is, Geoff—may I call you Geoff? This is a video of my sixteen year old daughter being raped in your hotel. Now unless you want me and my wife—who is an attorney, by the way—to sue you out of business, you’ll take me to the Renaissance Suite immediately.”

Geoff nearly sprinted to the private elevator, Lin and Luis close behind. They made the slow climb to the top, a cesspool of bad decisions awaiting them. At first sight, both Lin and Luis came across mounds of illegal drugs alongside copious amounts of prescription pills and alcohol that were being ingested simultaneously Among them, the occasional used condom.

“She wouldn’t do this.” Lin whispered to himself.

“Geoff,” he said louder this time. “Call 911. Ask for the police.” he paused, another wave of fear washing over him as he remembered the state his daughter was left in. “And EMS.”

The manager pulled out his cell phone, wasting no time.

Lin and Luis went on a search then, carefully looking out for his daughter.

At the far end of the room, the group of boys responsible managed a sarcastic applause when they saw him approaching.

“You,” Lin approached Eric directly, recognizing his face from the photo on this twitter profile. He got uncomfortably close, right into the younger boy’s face.

“Where’s my daughter?”

“Isn’t it your job to know that, daddy?” he mocked, his friends chuckling behind him in response.

“Tell me where she is.” Lin could feel the rage coursing through every inch of his body. It took everything he had not to snap the sixteen year old in half like a twig.

“Or what?” Eric challenged. “You’re gonna write my death and put it in a fucking musical? Oh boy… I’m so scared.”

“Listen kid,” he started, immediately calling out their age difference. “I’m being nice and not kicking the shit out of you right now. If you don’t tell me where she is, I’m not gonna be as nice.”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” he shot back. “You know I’m a 18 year old heir to a billion dollar company and you’re, what, a 40-something Mexican that practices a dead media? Who do you think the police are gonna go after?”

“Lin!” Luis attempted to pull his son aside, away from what was brewing. “We need to look for Alexa.”

“He’s right. You need to keep an eye out for your damaged goods.”

Lin was instinctive then, winding his arm back to punch the teen directly in the eye. He winced in pain, but was satisfied in watching his target go down.

“By the way,” he added, starting to follow his dad. “I’m Puerto Rican. Not Mexican.”

“You’re gonna pay for that!” he heard, walking away from the scene.

“Try me.” he responded, not even glancing over his shoulder.

There was a wailing of sirens approaching as Lin and Luis attempted every door in the room. All of them lead somewhere else, none of them to Alexa. Finally they approached the last door at the far end of the hall, locked. Frantically, Lin used his shoulder to slam against the door until it forced open. There, on the floor of the bedroom, was his daughter. Completely nude, her clothing scattered aside, bruises around her neck. She lay motionless, having lost consciousness.

“Oh my god…” Lin was choking back tears at the sight. He fell to her side, trying to shake her awake.

“Alexa, are you okay? Please say something, please. Anything.”

Luis left to grab towels from the bathroom, using them to cover her.

“NYPD! Everyone freeze!”

Outside the room, the police had arrived at the scene, taking anyone they could catch into custody. EMS was right behind them, Luis leading them to the room where Alexa was. They carefully pulled her onto the stretcher. Briefly, she regained consciousness.

“Alexa! Are you okay?”

“Can you tell us what you took, sweetie?” A female paramedic asked, making sure her body was covered. “And how much?”

“I… I didn’t.” She tried. “They put something in my drink—” was all she could manage before losing consciousness again.

“St. Luke’s is diverting, so we’re gonna take her to Roosevelt.” a male paramedic announced. “We can only take one of you in the back with us, though.”

“I’ll go.” Lin immediately volunteered. “She’s my daughter.”

They passed Eric, being interrogated by police, on the way out.

“Don’t let the door hit you on your way out of the country when Trump wins!” he managed, getting a stern look from the police while Lin ignored his harsh words.

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In the six decades since The Temptations began, as we’re told near the end of the latest Broadway jukebox musical “Ain’t Too Proud,” 24 men have performed at one time or another as members of this R & B quintet. Even the “classic five,” as Temptation fans call them, were not all involved at the beginning, when Otis Williams got a group of his Detroit homeboys together, and snagged a recording contract with Berry Gordy’s Motown Records.

The Temptations, in other words, is less a band than a brand – one that has sold 25 million records worldwide, turning out 17 top 40 pop hits, among them four that made it to number 1: “I Can’t Get Next To You,” “Papa Was A Rollin’ Stone,” “Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me)” and arguably their biggest earworm, “My Girl.” Others include “Get Ready” and the song that gives the show its title, “Ain’t Too Proud To Beg.”

“Ain’t Too Proud” is an extension of the Temptations brand. It’s subtitled “The Life and Times of The Temptations,” but it would be more accurate to label it The Songs and Smooth Moves of the Temptations. Those are the reasons people will want to see this show, and these are the aspects of the show that will most reward them. The 31 songs are largely peak Motown (and include some hits from the Cadillacs and the Supremes; see song list below) Sergio Trujillo’s choreography is a thrilling upgrade of the group’s trademark dips, snaps, splits, sways and twirls. The performers are talented enough as singers and dancers to be members of the actual Temptations — original, classic or replacement — and they can act too.

Derrick Baskin portrays Otis Williams, who was the founder of the group, and the only surviving member of the classic five. The musical is based on the 1988 memoir that he wrote with Patricia Romanowski entitled “The Temptations,” and he is credited as the executive producer of the show. It makes sense, then, that Otis is the narrator. The story, shaped by librettist Dominique Morisseau, is told from his point of view.

But it’s not just his story. Ain’t Too Proud wants to tell everybody’s story – the classic five, sure, but also those whom they replaced, and those who replaced them, as well as their neglected families. We see their struggle to keep together and get to the top, bickering with each other all along the way. We also see how fame and life on the road take a sometimes tragic toll on each individual’s health, their equilibrium, their relationships, their family life. Paul Williams (James Harkness) drinks too much and dies young, his death ruled a suicide. There’s one scene where all but Otis are freebasing cocaine. In a nod to the promise of the subtitle, there are also scenes that reflect the contentious times: While riding on their tour bus in the South, they’re shot at by racists. There is much thought-provoking back and forth about the requirements, restrictions, and resentments involved in being crossover artists.

This all-inclusive approach has two stumbling blocks. The general outline of rising to the top and falling from grace, feels overly familiar. And with so many songs and so many incidents to get through, there is little time to keep them from coming off as generic. The proceedings can feel rushed, the transitions jarring. Not long after one of the Temptations announces that Martin Luther King Jr. has been assassinated, followed by a quick relevant montage accompanying the song “I Wish It Would Rain,” we see the group sitting in their dressing room, looking morose. But the reason why they’re morose is because David Ruffin, a terrific singer but a screw-up, is late, and they want to kick him out of the group. Mourning finished; we have to move on.

In fairness to “Ain’t Too Proud,” it’s hard to come up with a single example in tbe rapidly replicating subgenre of jukebox bio-musical that has done full justice either to its subject(s) or to the art of theater. The one that comes closest is probably “Jersey Boys,” Des McAnuff’s first foray into the genre as a director. He is also the director of “Ain’t Too Proud,” and of last year’s “Summer.” The saving grace of these shows is their function as showcases and training grounds for some terrific performers.

The show’s savviest move is in the casting.

Jeremy Pope, who just made an impressive Broadway debut as the lead in Chorus Boy, carries forward the lesson he learned on how both to stand out and blend in for his portrayal of Eddie Kendricks. Rashidra Scott lets loose as Josephine, Otis’s put-upon first wife, with “If You Don’t Know Me By Now.” She is a veteran of five other Broadway musicals, including “Beautiful,” a jukebox that several other “Ain’t Too Proud” performers list in the bios. Jawan M. Jackson gives us the silky deep bass of Melvin Franklin, aka Blue. Jackson made his Broadway debut in Motown The Musical, which also cast Ephraim Sykes. Sykes has also performed in “Memphis” and “Newsies” and “Hamilton,” as well as NBC’s production of Hairspray Live as Seaweed J. Stubbs. As David Ruffin in “Ain’t Too Proud,” Sykes steals the show, with moves that astound, and sounds to die for. That he commands attention seems to fit the character he’s playing. Even after the unruly Ruffin is kicked out of the group, he pops up on stage to perform with the reconfigured group in a series of ambushes. In one of Otis’s cornier lines, he says: “David was getting addicted to the worst drug of all: The spotlight.” May the performer who portrays him maintain this addiction for many more years – and shows – to come.

Derrick Baskin as Otis Williams, front

Jeremy Pope and Candice Marie Woods center

Ephraim Sykes as David Ruffin

Ain’t Too Proud Imperial Theater Written by Dominique Morisseau Directed by Des McAnuff. Choreography by Sergio Trujillo. Scenic design by Robert Brill, costume design by Paul Tazewell, lighting design by Howell Binkley, sound design by Steve Canyon Kennedy, projection design by Peter Nigrini, hair and wig design by Charles G. LaPointe, fight direction by Steve Rankin, associate choreographer Edgar Godineaux, music coordinator John Miller, vocal supervision by Liz Caplan, orchestrations by Harold Wheeler, Music Direction and Arrangements by Kenny Seymour. Cast: Derrick Baskin as Otis Williams, James Harkness as Paul Williams, Jawan M. Jackson as Melvin Franklin, Jeremy Pope as Eddie Kendricks, and Ephraim Sykes as David Ruffin. Saint Aubyn, Shawn Bowers, E. Clayton Cornelious, Taylor Symone Jackson, Jahi Kearse, Jarvis B. Manning Jr., Joshua Morgan, Rashidra Scott, Nasia Thomas, Christian Thompson, Candice Marie Woods, Esther Antoine, Marcus Paul James, Jelani Remy, and Curtis Wiley.

Songlist (listed alphabetically)

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg (music by Edward Holland, Jr. and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Edward Holland, Jr. and Norman J. Whitfield) Baby Love (music by Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland and Edward Holland, Jr.; lyrics by Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland and Edward Holland, Jr.) Ball of Confusion (That’s What the World is Today) (music by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) Cloud Nine (music by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) Come See About Me (music by Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland and Edward Holland, Jr.; lyrics by Lamont Herbert Dozier, Brian Holland and Edward Holland, Jr.) Don’t Look Back (music by Smokey Robinson and Ronald White; lyrics by Smokey Robinson and Ronald White) For Once In My Life (music by Ronald Miller and Orlando Murden; lyrics by Ronald Miller and Orlando Murden) Get Ready (music by Smokey Robinson; lyrics by Smokey Robinson) Gloria (music by Ester Navarro; lyrics by Ester Navarro) I Can’t Get Next to You (music by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) I Could Never Love Another (After Loving You) (music by Carl Christiansen, Rodger Penzabene, Sr., Helga Penzabene, Roger Penzabene, Jr., Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Carl Christiansen, Rodger Penzabene, Sr., Helga Penzabene, Roger Penzabene, Jr., Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) (I Know) I’m Losing You (music by Cornelius Grant, Edward Holland, Jr. and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Cornelius Grant, Edward Holland, Jr. and Norman J. Whitfield) I Want a Love I Can See (music by Smokey Robinson; lyrics by Smokey Robinson) I Wish It Would Rain (music by Rodger Penzabene, Sr., Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Rodger Penzabene, Sr., Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) If I Could Build My Whole World Around You (music by Johnny Bristol, Vernon Bullock and Harvey Fuqua; lyrics by Johnny Bristol, Vernon Bullock and Harvey Fuqua) If You Don’t Know Me By Now (music by Kenneth Gamble and Leon Huff; lyrics by Kenneth Gamble and Leon Huff) I’m Gonna Make You Love Me (music by Gregg America, Skip Batey and Gregg Crockett; lyrics by Gregg America, Skip Batey and Gregg Crockett) In the Still of the Night (music by Fred Parris; lyrics by Fred Parris) Just My Imagination (Running Away with Me) (music by Troy Carter, Anthony Fontenot, Barrett Strong, Norman J. Whitfield and Armique Wyche; lyrics by Troy Carter, Anthony Fontenot, Barrett Strong, Norman J. Whitfield and Armique Wyche) My Girl (music by Smokey Robinson and Ronald White; lyrics by Smokey Robinson and Ronald White) Papa Was a Rollin’ Stone (music by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) Runaway Child, Running Wild (music by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) Shout (music by Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley and O’Kelly Isley; lyrics by Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley and O’Kelly Isley) Since I Lost My Baby (music by Warren Moore and Smokey Robinson; lyrics by Warren Moore and Smokey Robinson) Speedo (music by Ester Navarro; lyrics by Ester Navarro) Superstar (Remember How You Got Where You Are) (music by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) The Way You Do the Things You Do (music by Smokey Robinson and Robert Rogers; lyrics by Smokey Robinson and Robert Rogers) War (music by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Barrett Strong and Norman J. Whitfield) What Becomes of the Brokenhearted (music by James Dean, Paul Riser and William Weatherspoon; lyrics by James Dean, Paul Riser and William Weatherspoon) You Can’t Hurry Love (music by Lamont Herbert Dozier, Edward Holland, Jr. and Brian Holland; lyrics by Lamont Herbert Dozier, Edward Holland, Jr. and Brian Holland) You’re My Everything (music by Carl Christiansen, Cornelius Grant, Rodger Penzabene, Sr., Helga Penzabene and Norman J. Whitfield; lyrics by Carl Christiansen, Cornelius Grant, Rodger Penzabene, Sr., Helga Penzabene and Norman J. Whitfield)

Broadway Review: Ain’t Too Proud: The Life and Times of The Temptations In the six decades since The Temptations began, as we’re told near the end of the latest Broadway jukebox musical “Ain’t Too Proud,” 24 men have performed at one time or another as members of this R & B quintet.

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