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We'll Figure It Out

Anthony x Reader

Notes: Reader is the newest member of Hamilton and quickly develops a friendship with Anthony, though both of them secretly want more. Per usual, I write this with all respect to Ant, Jasmine and their relationship as this is purely fictional. Enjoy! (Ps: this my second request! I was so sure no one would read these things lol - sorry it took so long!)

Word count: 3525

Warnings: mentions of sex (uuuuuh) and making out, I guess.

You have walked by the Richard Rodgers Theater several times before, but somehow, it seemed to have doubled its size now that you were standing in front of it. “The opportunity of a lifetime. There’s no time for second doubts” you reminded yourself before walking in. Your eyes wandered for a moment, unsure of where to go, until you spotted the signature ponytail of the man who’s taking Broadway by storm.

- (Y/n)! Welcome! - he smiled at you, giving you a quick embrace.

- Hi, Lin! It’s great to be here. - you made sure to call him by his first name, since he corrected you on the phone a few days ago (“Oh please, Mr. Miranda is my dad. Call me Lin”).

- Everyone’s at the stage to warm up so we can stop by to introduce you and then I’ll give you a tour of the theater. - he pointed to the right direction, waiting for your response.

- Sounds awesome. - you smiled at him and the two of you made your way through various flights of stairs.

As soon as you reached the stage, you had to take a moment to admire how grand the venue is. In fact, you were so fascinated by the scenario that you didn’t even notice how some people turned their attention towards you, not even the talkative curly haired guy who suddenly lost his train of thought.

- Guys, I’m happy to introduce you to (y/n), the newest member of our cast! - Lin announced with a smile to the group of artists in front of him.

- Hi! - you smiled, waving your hand for a moment and regretting it immediately.

They shared a small laugh, your nervousness probably reminding them of their early days in the production. A dark haired woman with rosy cheeks suggested that they went around the room, introducing themselves by name and their character on the show. With an unanimous nod, she began.

- I’m Phillipa, but everyone calls me Pippa. - she said with a kind smile - And I play Eliza.

One by one, they put names to the faces and you were thankful for their enthusiasm. It was only a couple of introductions later when you noticed a certain pair of green eyes that haven’t left your direction since you walked in. “Of course he’s looking at you, you’re the new kid, that’s all” you thought to yourself.

- Hi, I’m Anthony and I play John Laurens and Philip. - he simply smiled at you and you could feel your face getting warmer. Oh god, breathe.

Once everyone had spoken, Lin walked you around the theater as he promised, showing you everything from the dressing room area to the orchestra pit. And while everything was so foreign and there was a lot to memorize, you were as excited as ever. However, you still had two weeks of rehearsals before your Broadway debut, so while everyone was performing, you were enjoying the show from the wings. Your eyes lingered on the man passionately rapping about the end of slavery, an involuntary smile gracing the corners of your mouth.

- Do you ever have food here? - you take a look at the fridge, finding only a couple of beers and a large bottle of ketchup.

- Only when my parents visit. - Anthony replies from the couch - I’m surprised you haven’t gotten used to it yet.

- Oh well, a girl can dream. - you close the fridge door and turn around to look at him. - So, pizza?

- Always. - he grins, making you roll your eyes with a small smile.

It’s your day off, you have good company and, soon, pizza. What’s there to complain about? Sure, you initially had a crush on Anthony, but he quickly became your closest friend in the cast and that’s great. You’re happy to be friends with him, which is what you remind yourself when he decides to rest his arm on the back of the couch over your head, sitting a bit closer than usual.

- How I Met Your Mother? - he asks, scrolling though Netflix.

- It would take forever to choose an episode. I feel like watching a movie.

- True. Remember Me?

- Too heavy. Amélie?

- We saw that last time.

The debate continues for a moment, until you come across the animation section and a particular movie catches your eye.

- Mulan! - you shout excitedly at the same time. Mulan it is.

You start the movie, laughing at the jokes you’ve heard countless times. When the first song begins, you look at each other with bright eyes, silently agreeing to sing along to every word. He even gets up from his seat, trying an interpretative dance that makes your stomach hurt from laughing too hard. He then takes your hand and starts jumping and dancing around the room with you, both of you singing and laughing. It’s only by the end of the song that you realize how close you are. His hands firmly on your waist, yours on his shoulders. You’re still smiling, looking straight into his beautiful green eyes. You’d gladly get lost in them. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips for a second and you lean forward. He does the same. Eyes closed, his lips ghosting over yours, when the bell suddenly rings. You jump away from each other, breathless.

- That’s the pizza. - he points to the door, walking towards it with a shy smile. Maybe you’re not over your crush after all.

Now with the pizza in hand, you continue watching the movie, though not as close as you were before. You sing the next song without leaving your seat. Everything feels a bit awkward for a moment, until I’ll Make a Man Out of You comes up and you have no choice but to belt the lyrics, laughing with the same intensity you had at the beginning.

Almost a week later, you’re making your way towards the bright yellow lights of the theater, just as you did two months ago on your first day at Hamilton. You’re no expert of the theater community, but you’re certainly more comfortable with your settings than you were before. You even managed to make friends all the while, especially Anthony, becoming inseparable after a few days of being on the show. You’d hang out together at work, sharing funny videos and even occasional naps on two show days, and on your free time, going to the movies or playing video games at his place. You never seemed to get tired of each other. In fact, you had just placed your bag on the ensemble dressing room when you hear a familiar voice:

- Yo, (y/n)! - you turn around to find Anthony with his phone in hand and a smile on his face.

- Ant! What’s up?

- There’s this new Netflix series coming up and it sounds awesome. Check this out. - he hands you his phone, a YouTube video on the screen.

- Wow. It seems really cool. - you hand back the phone after watching the short video.

- Right?! We should totally binge watch it when it comes out.

- So you’re basically planning to Netflix and chill? - Morgan teases with a raised eyebrow on the other side of the room.

- What?! How.. why.. what? We’re just gonna watch the show - he stumbles with his words, blushing furiously.

- Besides, you’re supposed to “Netflix and chill” while watching something boring and The Get Down sounds awesome. - you try your best to sound cool, despite the heat on your cheeks. Morgan raises her hands in surrender, clearly holding a laugh.

- Of course it’s gonna be awesome, I’m in it! - Daveed suddenly shows up at the door with a conceited look on his face.

- See? Another reason why you can’t Netflix and chill to it: Daveed is in it. - you turn to Morgan’s direction, earning a laugh from her and Anthony while Daveed dramatically gasps with a hand on his heart, though he ends up joining the rest of you with a grin.

Soon it’s time to warm up and rehearse before the matinee, the whole cast ready to enjoy their day off tomorrow. While the ensemble practices a specific choreography, the lead actors have a few extra minutes to prepare for the show on their own.

Meanwhile

- So, Ant.. what’s your deal with (y/n)? - Daveed asks him out of the blue while they’re hanging out in his dressing room.

- What? There’s no deal with (y/n). She’s my friend. - Anthony replies with as much confidence as possible, though he wishes his answer could be something else entirely.

- C'mon, dude! We’re your best friends. You can tell us. - Oak reassures him.

- I just.. like to be with her, okay?

- Then why aren’t you with her already? - Daveed asks with curiosity.

- Cause.. we’re friends. And I don’t wanna mess that up. - Anthony looks down, his friends sharing a knowing look.

- So, did y'all watch the game last night? - Daveed asks the group.

After the show, feeling sweaty and tired, you head straight to the ensemble dressing room, ready to leave. As you’re about to close the door, Jasmine appears.

- (Y/n)! What are you up to, girl?

- Today? I’m just gonna go home, binge watch something, take a bath, that kind of thing. Why?

- Weeeell, now that you asked, a bunch of us are going out tonight and I was hoping you’d come along. - she tilts her head, a slight pout on her lips.

- I’m so tired, Jas..

- Pleeeeeease? - she uses her puppy eyes as a last resort. Damn you, puppy eyes!

- Okay. But you’re gonna have to help me get ready cause I have no idea what to wear.

- Done and done! Meet me in my place at 8! - she grins before going on her way, leaving you to wonder how you got yourself into this.

A couple of hours later, you find yourself at Jasmine’s place with Pippa. Renee was also supposed to be there, but one of her kids wasn’t feeling too well and she decided to skip this one.

- So, what are our options here? - Jasmine asks with the intensity of a general in battle.

- I’m settled for this matching top and skirt, but I’m gonna need your help with hair and makeup. - Pippa responded promptly, both of you laying on Jasmine’s bed.

- And I brought this crop top, these two skirts and this dress. I’m lost, I never go to these things. - you sigh.

- These are not bad.. oh, this dress is cute. So flowery! - Pippa sits up straight to look at your options.

- That’s the problem, Pip. It’s not a picnic. We’re not going for cute. - Jasmine rules out the outfit.

- Wait, what are we going for? We’re just meeting people from the cast. - you sit beside Phillipa, a bit confused.

- But Anthony is part of the cast and I know for a fact that he’s going tonight. - she raises an eyebrow with a mischievous look on her face.

- So? I see him everyday, it’s not a big deal. - you furrow your eyebrows with your arms crossed in front of you.

- True, which is why tonight requires something special. Come on, I see the way you look at each other. We both do. - she looks at Pippa, who nods in agreement.

- It feels like you should be together, don’t you think? - Pippa asks softly.

- I don’t know.. I really like him. But we almost kissed once and everything felt so awkward afterwards. I don’t want to risk everything. - you confess.

- The problem is not the kiss. It’s the almost. Trust me. - Jasmine reassures you while holding your hand - It’s time for this struggle to end and tonight is the night.

- So.. what do you have in mind? - you ask quietly, which is all they need to start working on you.

Two hours later, you’re on your way to the club. Pippa wearing her matching top and skirt, Jasmine in a bodysuit and jeans, and you with a tight lace dress that showed off your curves, courtesy of Jas. Bold, yet elegant. Definitely something that you wouldn’t wear on a regular basis, but with the heels and the red lipstick, you felt oddly confident. Soon enough, you’re at the club, making your way towards the group of loud performers you know and love. Anthony’s mouth drops slightly open when he sees you, which you take as a good sign. Maybe your feelings could be reciprocated after all.

- Girls! Good to see you! - Lin shouts over the music, which is loud, but thankfully not to the point where you can’t hear each other. - Wow, (y/n)! Looking good tonight, are we?

- It’s only thanks to these two. - you indicate to Jasmine and Phillipa with a smile.

- Let’s get something to drink. - Jasmine points to the bar, where the three of you head to.

Each of you drink a shot of tequila to loosen up a little and you decide that’s enough for you, as you don’t want to get really drunk. You go back to the group, talking for a couple of minutes with Carleigh and Thayne. Just as they head to the bar, Anthony shows up.

- Hey! You look.. amazing. Just amazing. - he exclaims over the music and there’s a hint of alcohol in his breath but he’s clearly not drunk.

- Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself. - you smile with confidence, aware of how different you look from your usual self.

He’s about to say something else when a remix of Hotline Bling comes up and Jasmine pulls you to the dance floor. The majority of the group had already been dancing, so you feel at ease joining them. At first you’re dancing with Jasmine, then Thayne, and lastly Groff. As you switch between having different dance partners and dancing by yourself, Anthony and Daveed have their sights on you from the bar.

- Honestly, if you don’t make a move, I will. - Daveed says firmly.

Anthony takes a shot and walks straight to the dance floor.

He offers you his hand just as that popular song from The Weeknd comes up and you gladly take it. You dance together for hours, varying from really dancing, as the Broadway performers that both you are, and just goofing around. A remix of another overplayed song begins and this time, dancing with him, the lyrics hit you a bit harder.

I thought that I’d been hurt before. But no one’s ever left me quite this sore.

Your rhythm gradually slows down, until it’s just the two of you practically slow dancing while everyone else is jumping around.

And now that I’m without your kisses, I’ll be needing stitches.

You’re as close as you were that day at his apartment. His hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders. He leans over, eyes closed, and you do the same, meeting him halfway. Like a wave hitting the shore, his lips crash onto yours, gentle and desperate at the same time. Your hands move to his hair and he tightens his grip on your waist, pulling you even closer. He tastes like alcohol and you’re sure you taste the same. You melt on his embrace and the feeling of his lips against yours. There’s just you and him. Everything else fades away. When you finally reach for air, his forehead touches yours, eyes still closed while a smile appears on both of your faces. You slowly open your eyes, afraid that it might be a dream. He smiles even wider looking at you. You suddenly hear applause and cheers and you turn around to find your fellow castmates high-fiving each other, some even with their phones out. You rest your head on his shoulder and laugh at how insane this moment is.

- Alright, TMZ, that’s enough for you. - Anthony raises his arm to the group, who laughs and puts their phones away.

You keep dancing through a few more songs, but when it becomes more making out than dancing, you know it’s time to go.

- Bye, guys! - you wave to the group quickly, a giant smile on your face.

- Bye, lovebirds! - they reply in a chorus, leaving you to wonder if they rehearsed it before.

Hand in hand with Anthony, you wait for your Uber, breathing into the chilly air of the city. You end up kissing again in the backseat of the car, his hands rest on your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. The poor driver has to clear his throat to get your attention once you arrive. You walk to his apartment hand in hand and when he closes the front door, he pulls you closer and presses you against it, kissing you again, this time rougher and needier. Your hands are on his hair again, pulling it lightly. He places his hands on your thighs and, letting your body move on its own, you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you to the couch, carefully dropping you off. He sits down, pulling you with him so you’re sitting on his lap. He kisses you intensely, as if he’s out of breath and you’re the only source of oxygen in the room. Soon you’re lightly grinding against him, making him moan against your lips. When both of you reach for air, he starts kissing your neck.

- Bedroom? - you suggest, breathing heavily.

- Bedroom. - he looks up at you, his eyes dark with lust.

You stand up and he follows you, his fingers intertwined with yours as you make your way towards his bed. When you do, you turn around to kiss him, feeling your heartbeat echo through your whole body. His hand moves to the clasp on your dress and stops there, stepping away from your embrace to look at you first. Consenting with a nod, his lips are on yours again, the taste of alcohol slowly fading. He then leads you to the bed, laying on top of you. His hands travel around your body while you unbutton his shirt. Anthony breaks the kiss to toss it on the floor, giving you a moment to catch your breath. He pauses for a moment, his chest rising and falling quickly, to take a look at you. He lets out a small laugh at how surreal this moment is.

- I can’t believe we’re gonna do it. - he laughs against your neck in between kisses.

- I know, right? - you smile with him. A week before you barely kissed and now there you are.

- I’ve always had a crush on you, you know? - his eyes sparkle with happiness, fingers gently caressing your cheek.

- What?! Shut up! I had a crush on you! - you exclaim a bit too loud.

- Well, I know for a fact that I had a crush on you since the minute you walked into that stage with Lin.

- Wait, really?

- Really. - he smiles, leaning over to kiss you once more. - The problem was that I’m apparently awful at keeping secrets. I’m telling you, I almost told people so many times.

- Really? How? - you ask, curious to know more.

- I think it was mostly small details, you know? Like commenting on how beautiful you look or how good you smell or whatever you said that made me laugh and, I mean, these are fine on their own, days apart. But all the time? Suspicious. - he’s now resting his head on his arm, laying on his stomach.

-That’s so sweet, Ant. But you should have said something to me, who knows what could have happened if I knew sooner.. - you play with his hair, all your affection reflected in your eyes.

- We figured it out. That’s all that matters. - he smiles brightly - Wait, does that mean we could have been doing this for months?!

- Yep. - you laugh and he joins you, the sound making you feel at home.

The night is spent sharing stories of how you’ve felt about him and vice versa, times you almost revealed your feelings to someone else in the cast (though, let’s face it, everyone knew), weird dreams involving each other that you felt too embarrassed to share before, and just retelling good stories of your adventures. You move around in bed, sometimes facing each other side by side, or sitting, or him resting his head on your lap. You share secrets and childhood stories that neither of you had the chance to bring up before. Bad habits and hopes for the future. You don’t even notice falling asleep, only waking up to the sunlight slipping through the curtains and his arms wrapped around you.

- Good morning, sleepyhead. - you smile when his eyes open, so close to him you could count his freckles.

- Good morning, babe. - he smiles back, his voice still raspy. - I can’t believe we didn’t have sex. The guys would crucify me.

- We have plenty of time ahead of us. - you laugh with him - In fact, we have a whole day to do whatever we want.

- Hmm so what are we thinking? Pancakes? - he pulls you closer, your legs still intertwined, and you hum in response.

- We’ll figure it out as we go. - you look into his eyes, your words possibly meaning a lot more than just your schedule for the day. He kisses you softly.

- Hey, (y/n).. wanna watch something boring?

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anotherhelplesshamiltrash · 8 years ago

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Can you maybe do an Anthony x reader fic?? :) sorry that I don't have a plot xx

That’s alright! I’ll give it a shot ♥

Update: I’m sorry it’s taking so long! I’ve been really busy these past few days but I promise I’ll post it as soon as possible.

#ask

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anotherhelplesshamiltrash · 8 years ago

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Moonlight

Phillipa x Reader

Notes: Reader continues in Hamilton while Phillipa moves on to Amélie, their relationship becoming long distance for a while. Phillipa surprises (y/n) with an unexpected visit. I write this with all respect to Pippa, Steve and their relationship as this is purely fictional. Enjoy! (Ps: this if my first request ever! What?! Sorry it took so long!)

Word count: 4817 (I know)

Warnings: just a lot of fluff, no time for sadness around here.

– Is it still warm? – you ask your girlfriend through Skype, walking with your laptop to the kitchen.

– Actually, it’s getting chillier around here. Not as much as in New York, I bet. – she replies on the other side of the country, laying on the couch of her rented apartment.

– Oh, that I can tell you for sure.

– Is it snowing?! – her eyes widen; you’d think that with all those years living in Chicago, she would be sick of snow, but no. She still gets adorably excited for the first snow of the season.

– Not yet. But it’ll happen anytime now. Did I mention that Christmas sucked without you? – you walk around the kitchen, assembling the ingredients for dinner.

– Only about fifteen times. – she teases with a smile.

– Well, it did. I mean, I love my family and I guess it was technically okay but I missed you so much.

– We were on FaceTime for hours! – she laughed – But I agree that it’s not the same.

– Thank God your parents managed to visit you or I would have panicked at the thought of you spending Christmas by yourself. Are you sure you can’t make it for New Year? – you unconsciously tilt your head to the side.

– Positively. Can you make it?

– No. I tried everything I could, but Thomas insisted that the understudy had dibs on that holiday or something. – you shrugged, adding some vegetables to the pot and stirring.

– Dibs? Doesn’t sound very professional now, does it? – she raises an eyebrow.

– I might have paraphrased a bit. – she laughs, the sound making your heart soar – The point is I have to be at the theater on New Year’s Eve. I could swear that going from an understudy to a regular cast member would have more advantages.

– Sorry, love. No special treatment whatsoever. Wait a minute, is that your famous vegetable and pesto soup?! – she leans toward the screen trying to get a better look.

– My specialty. – you smile broadly. – Come home and it’s all yours.

– Trust me, if I could, I would.

– Any plans for tonight? – you ask while stirring the pot.

– One of the ensemble ladies is celebrating her birthday today and the cast is getting together for drinks. I’d much rather hang out with you though. – she rests her head on the couch with a slight pout on her lips.

– Aww babe, I’d love to chat the night away with you, but you should go. You’re the leading lady, they’re gonna notice if you’re not there.

– You’re right. – she sighs – Better go get ready then.

– Alright, text me later.

– I will. Love you. – she gets up with her laptop in hand.

– Love you too. – you smile before her image fades from the screen, leaving you to your empty apartment.

Pippa has been away for only three weeks and you already miss her more than words can say. As her number one fan, you’re beyond proud of her in this new project, wanting the whole world to know what a true star she is. As her girlfriend, however, you can’t help but wish the pre-Broadway run was being held in New York instead of Los Angeles. You decided to move in together in the middle of the year, right after she left Hamilton. Sure, maybe a year and a half together was still a bit too soon for the next step but you were having sleepovers so often that it was almost like you lived together already. And since you wouldn’t be working together, it was only fair to live closer. Through Lin’s recommendation, you visited the apartment in the heart of Washington Heights that has become your home. You loved everything about it: the large windows with the view of the George Washington Bridge, the wood floor, the large kitchen and the fireplace in the living room. But nothing seemed the same without Phillipa there. You miss the lazy mornings, the sun coming through the bedroom window like a blanket, the two of you still intertwined. Her sleepy eyes slowly getting wider with her cup of coffee. Her arms around your waist while you make pancakes or scrambled eggs or anything your hearts desire. Her voice before warming up, still a bit raspy but as angelic as one could be, singing softly. With a melancholic longing you can’t quite describe, you turn on some music. The soundtrack of The Last Five Years fills the apartment, distracting you while you prepare your soup. Once it’s ready, you serve yourself and head to the living room, where you binge watch Gilmore Girls until bedtime, exchanging a few text messages with Pippa.

The week goes by and slowly, but surely, the big day gets closer and closer. You try your best to stay in touch with Phillipa, although the different time zones and your busy schedules make it a lot more challenging than you imagined. It feels like there’s always one of you stuck in rehearsals or performing or attending meetings but you somehow make it work with quick phone calls, FaceTime/Skype sessions and text messages. And since she left for the West Coast, you spend most of your time thinking about your relationship and how essential she has become in your life. It’s weird to realize how far you’ve come. You’ve known Phillipa for many years as you both went to Juilliard around the same time, although you didn’t have that much contact back then. You bumped into her a few times and had the pleasure of seeing her various performances, but that was basically it for the two of you. She was breathtakingly beautiful and ridiculously talented and by the time you were a sophomore, she was already a senior. Not to mention that she had a boyfriend and you were still questioning your sexuality. When you bumped into her on the first day of rehearsals for Hamilton, both of you single, you didn’t waste any time and asked her out for a cup of coffee on that same day. After two years of dating, she swears she had a crush on you back in college but “didn’t know what was your deal”. Now you try to imagine your life without her, but you just can’t. Not a happy one.

You’re on your way to the Richard Rodgers Theater on a particularly cold Friday when you receive a PipMoji. Now those always make your day. This time, Pippa recreated the tongue-hanging-out emoji, which you replied with your version of the closed-eyes-smiling face, earning a few odd looks on the A Train. You go on with your day as usual, a decision running through your brain. Before the show, you meet with Anthony, your closest friend from the cast, at the coffee shop nearby to catch up. He left the production in November but you continued to talk and meet regularly over coffee or drinks. Sometimes Jasmine would come along, as you were also good friends, but this time it was just the two of you. You pull the heavy doors of the bustling establishment, your eyes scanning the place when you hear a familiar voice.

– Yo, (y/n)! – Anthony calls you from a table near the back and you smile, making your way towards him.

– Ant! It’s so good to see you! – you greet him with a hug before taking the seat in front of him.

– You too, kiddo. – he teased you with a grin, even though he was only a few months older than you – Caramel latte, right?

– Yep. – you gladly accept the drink as you usually take turns buying them and this was his. – So, what’s up with you?

– Not much, really. Having my well deserved rest before the whole madness of shooting a Netflix series begin, hanging out with Jas a lot. You?

– The usual. Eight shows a week, talking with Pippa whenever I can, thinking about proposing. – you drop the bomb casually, as you were talking about buying a new phone. He nearly chokes on his drink.

– You what?! – his eyes widen with surprise.

– I’m thinking about proposing. – you laugh at how foreign that sounds – I mean, we’ve been together for almost two years and I know it’s not a lot, but people usually get engaged around our age. And I love her to pieces. I think she’s the one.

– Wow. I mean, that’s great! That’s awesome! You’re clearly meant for each other. – the surprised tone turning into excitement.

– You think so?

– I know so. – he smiles reassuringly – So, do you have the ring?

– Yes! I bought it a bit impulsively a couple of days after she went to LA.

– How does one buy an engagement ring impulsively? – he raises an eyebrow.

– By taking a walk to distract one’s self now that one’s girlfriend is on the other side of the country, when one comes across a cute jewelry with a discount sign. – you explain in between laughs – And it was there when I walked in. The perfect ring.

– And you kept it for this long without saying a word? – you nod in response.

– I mean, I thought about returning but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. One time I even brought it with me to the store but when I got there, I turned around and left. I guess part of me already knew. – you ramble as Anthony nods attentively.

– Well, can I see it? – he asks with curiosity.

– I’m not carrying it with me, but I have a photo. – you reach for your phone, scrolling through your gallery when you find it – Here it is.

You hand your phone, displaying a photo of the diamond ring with little sapphire stones, a beautiful detail that represents not only Phillipa’s favorite color, but her signature dress on the musical that brought you together. The perfect ring for the perfect girl. (x)

– It’s perfect, (y/n). – he hands back the phone with a giant smile – So, when are you going to pop the question?

– When she comes back next month. I was thinking about that scene in Friends when Monica proposes to Chandler, you know? – he nods – And I think I’m going in that direction. Roses and candles around the apartment for when she gets home and a special dinner afterwards.

– And then you’re totally gonna get laid! – he exclaims a bit too loud, your turn to choke on your coffee.

– Ramos! Oh my god! – you cover his mouth with your hand while he laughs.

After chatting for a couple more minutes, it’s time to go back to the theater for your performance and, with another hug, you say goodbye at the door. You arrive right on time, quickly putting on the storytelling costume for the opening number and warming up your voice again while getting your makeup done. You’ve been a part of this show for years now, but it was only when Jasmine left that you became the regular Peggy/Maria, which still makes you a bit more nervous than you used to be. With a deep breath, you sing your way through the first song quite smoothly. It’s only during Schuyler Sisters that you glance through the audience and could almost swear that she was there. Maybe the whole proposing thing is getting in your head. During intermission, you notice Karla and Hope talking in hushed tones and giggling while looking at your direction. Weird. Rory, Jordan and Mandy walk by, the three of them giving you knowing looks and contained smiles. “What on Earth is going on?”, you think to yourself. There’s no one way they know about the proposal already. You distract yourself with your phone, absently scrolling through Instagram. Places are called and the majority of the cast heads to their marks, but you opt for another cup of water, having some minutes to spare before your next song. On your way to the water cooler, Javi walks to you in a rush.

– Row L, center orchestra. – he says briefly with a smile and a nod, then he’s gone.

You pause for a moment, disoriented, when you remember the water you were about to get, your eyebrows still furrowed as you drink. Once you hear Lexi and Jordan singing over the piano, you’re back on performance mood, checking if your lipstick is in place before walking upstairs. It’s only when the sound of the cello fills the stage that Javi’s words start ringing through your ears again. Row L, center orchestra. Still in the wings, you manage to look in that direction and your heart skips a beat. There she is, in all her glory, attentive eyes probably going through jet lag. So that’s what the fuss backstage was all about. Almost missing your cue, you perform Say No To This with even more passion; an attempt to impress your girlfriend in the audience. Act 2 is over soon, though not fast enough for you, who could barely contain your excitement. During curtain call, Phillipa jumps up and down in the audience, occasionally ceasing her applause to point at you and exclaim: “That’s my girl!”. You can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm, blowing her a kiss before the curtain closes. You rush to your dressing room, exchanging the costume for your street clothes and, as soon as you’re done, there’s a knock on your door. You open it as fast as you can, jumping into her arms as she laughs.

– Oh God, I missed you so much! – she smiles against your neck.

– I missed you more!! – you reply, breaking the embrace to look at her.

Your hands move to the sides of her face, holding her gently as if she is the most precious being in the world; and in your eyes, she is. Her arms rest on your waist, pulling you closer. You have an overwhelming need to freeze time and live in this moment, relishing every second of it. Her hair cascading down her shoulders, her rosy cheeks, her gorgeous smile. Oh, look at those eyes. You stay like this for a few more seconds before her lips are on yours, your hands moving to her neck, deepening the kiss. It’s all so familiar and yet so thrilling. She tastes like coffee and something sweet that you can’t distinguish and when you reach for air, you feel eager for more.

– I thought you couldn’t come. – you mention with a smile, still holding her.

– I couldn’t, but after we talked on Monday, I just couldn’t bear not being with you for the holiday. So, I cashed in a few favors and voilà! – she makes a cute pout, her eyes sparkling.

– Hmm.. it was the soup, wasn’t it? – you raise your eyebrows, earning a laugh.

– I can neither confirm nor deny it. – she gives you a peck on the lips – Come on, let’s go home.

With your fingers intertwined, you say goodbye to your fellow castmates and head home, the happiest you’ve been all month. You suggest cooking dinner, but she insists that it’s much too late and, before you know it, pizza is already on its way. You continue your episode of Gilmore Girls while waiting for the delivery to arrive, although you end up rewatching it over dinner since you were too entertained with each other to pay attention to the screen. She tells you all of her adventures with the newest production of Amélie and you get her up to date with the recent stories from the Hamilton cast; the door decorating competition leaving both of you breathless from laughter. Everything feels right again.

After a rather busy night, you wake up to the early daylight pouring through the blinds, Phillipa’s arms around you. You gently turn around to face her, breathing in the coconut scent of her shampoo. She slowly opens her eyes.

– Good morning, Ace. – she gives you a lazy smile.

– Good morning, Huntzberger. – you give her a quick peck on the lips – Jess is still my favorite though.

– Ditto. – she lets out a small laugh – What time is it?

You roll over to pick up your phone from the bedside table. With a quick glance, you put it down again.

– Nine o’clock, we could still get some more sleep. – you snuggle closer to her, your head resting on her shoulder.

– I wish I could, but I have to run a few errands in the morning and then I’m meeting Jasmine for lunch so we can catch up. – she explains while playing with your hair.

– What? You’re gonna leave your poor old girlfriend all alone after weeks of being apart? – you hold her a bit tighter and she smiles at your drama.

– Only for a couple of hours. I’ll be back before you notice. – with a kiss on your forehead, she gets up, putting on your oversize Hogwarts t-shirt that was hanging on the chair.

– Hey. – you call her attention.

– Hey? – she turns around to face you.

– Stay.. – you sing, reciting the words from the show. She walks up to you with a smile and kisses you briefly.

– Lord, show me how to say no to this. – she smiles and turns around again, making her way to the bathroom.

– I’m pretty sure that’s not how this part is supposed to go. – you tease her with a raised eyebrow.

– What can I say? I have more self control than Alexander. – she smiles, closing the door. The sound of the shower serving as a reminder that she’s here.

While she’s getting ready, you make her a cup of coffee and blueberry pancakes, which she gladly accepts before heading out. After breakfast and another episode, you wander around the bedroom for a moment, opening one of your drawers to check on the small velvet box that you hid between your socks. You reach for your phone with the box still in hands.

– Ant! Hi!

– (Y/n)! Jas just left to meet with Pippa, how great is having her in town? – he says excitedly on the other end of the phone call.

– So, so great! I had no idea she was coming, she just showed up at the theater yesterday. – you confess, unable to contain your happiness.

– Wait, really? You had no clue at all? – he asks with a tone of surprise.

– Not at all.

– Wow, you girls are better at keeping secrets than I thought. Yesterday I was talking to Jasmine and I almost mentioned the proposal.

– Ant! – you let out a squeal, your heart beating at bit faster at the thought of Phillipa hearing about the proposal before it happened.

– Don’t worry, I didn’t say a word. So.. you haven’t propose yet, have you?

– No, I haven’t. – you sigh – But honestly, having her around and knowing that I have the ring.. I don’t think I can wait until next year.

– (Y/n), next year starts tomorrow. – he laughed while you rolled your eyes, aware that he couldn’t see it through the phone – But I get what you’re saying. A New Year’s Eve proposal sounds awesome.

– So you don’t think I’m crazy? Should I go for it?

– Oh, you’re totally crazy. But Phillipa is just as crazy about you.

– Thanks, Ant. – you smile at the box – See you at the party.

– See ya. And kiddo, – he pauses – Good luck.

With determination in your eyes and your heart racing, you get changed to face the cold weather of the city. One Uber drive later, you find yourself in the fancy venue where the Hamilton New Year’s Eve Party will take place. The owner who rented the space for the cast, luckily for you, is supervising it when you arrived and, after hearing your situation, allows you access to the rooftop of the building. With no time to lose, you gather the items you’ve brought from home and start setting up the place. After a few hours of mostly cleaning and rearranging, your work is done. The only thing left to do is light up the candles, which you would do so in the evening. Thanking the owner once again, you make your way to the Richard Rodgers just in time for the warm up. You even manage to sneak out of the theater to grab a veggie wrap and a small bag of potato chips at the coffee shop around the corner. The show goes by as usual: Burr lives, Alex dies, Eliza tells their story. Same old, same old. You silently thank Yesterday You for remembering to bring your outfit to the theater the day before. Quickly putting on the new scarlet colored dress with a black trench coat and heels, you make a few adjustments on your hair and makeup before grabbing your purse. You place the velvet box inside the trench coat pocket, giving it a last reassuring squeeze before leaving your dressing room.

The cast is reunited around the stage now that the audience has left so that everyone can gather for carpool and taxi rides to the venue. Phillipa is laughing with Renee and Oak when she spots you across the room. She looks painfully beautiful, her navy blue dress under an unbuttoned white coat. As you’re walking in their direction, she gently grabs Renee by her arm and says loud enough for you to hear:

– Yo, this one’s mine. – the three of you laugh with her, clearly glad to have her around.

Renee wastes no time and quickly reaches you, holding your arm with a broad smile.

– Where are you taking me? – you raise an eyebrow, trying your best not to laugh.

– I’m about to change your life. – Renee replies with a giggle.

– Then, by all means, lead the way. – you attempt your best Lin impersonation, causing her to look the other way to hide her laughter.

Oak grins, taking a step backwards when you reach Phillipa, who is standing in the corner of the stage with shy smile and wandering eyes.

– Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you. – she makes a small bow with a smile that could thaw the coldest heart.

– Schuyler? – you turn to Renee with furrowed eyebrows.

– My sister. – she smiles at Pippa, truly meaning those two words.

– Thank you for all your service.

– If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it. – you place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

– I’ll leave you to it. – Renee lets out a laugh, Oak applauding as you offer your arm and she gladly takes it.

– Come on, you nerds. We have a party to go to! – Lin announces with a playful smile, hand in hand with his wife, Vanessa. He must have arrived during your little scene since he was the only one missing from the group.

– You heard the boss. Let’s go! – Javi smiles at the group.

Soon enough, you’re on your way to the venue, sharing a cab with Groffsauce and Oak. You try your best to focus on the lovely conversation you’re having instead of your heart, which is beating like crazy. Pippa is on another car with Jasmine and Anthony, the latter being responsible for slowing them down so you could arrive first to make final adjustments. Suddenly, your phone buzzes with a text notification.

From: Ant

Just made them stop to get a hot dog. Jas is not happy, but you should have enough time to set things up. I’ll send Pippa straight to the rooftop when we arrive.

You smile at the phone screen, quickly responding.

To: Ant

You’re the best.

Feeling a little bit calmer, you walk into the building, pretending to be surprised at the decoration even though you saw the staff putting it all up earlier. With the excuse of going to the restroom, you walk to the elevator, heading for the rooftop. You light up the candles to form a walkway in the middle of the roof with rose petals and a couple more candles all around it. You decide to stand at the end of the walkway, taking in the view. It’s so cold, but the view of the city with its thousands of lights make it worthwhile. Soon enough, your phone buzzes with another text.

From: Ant

The eagle has landed (aka we’re here).

With a small laugh, your hand goes to your pocket, feeling the blue velvet box. Your heart beats so fast you could swear it would fall out of your chest, but you have no doubt that this is the right decision. The elevator door opens with a confused Phillipa inside.

– What’s going on? – she laughs, stepping out.

Her mouth falls open when she sees the candles, the roses and, most importantly, you looking at her with a radiant smile. You walk towards her and she meets you in the middle of the walkway. You hold both of her hands, taking a deep breath before you start talking.

– Phillipa, everyday with you feels like a dream. Not to insinuate that life is always perfect, but whenever we share a moment, even and maybe especially the mundane ones, I’m overwhelmed with this feeling of home. When you see me in the morning with my hair all over the place and just not cute, and you smile at me. And when we have breakfast in those mornings where neither of us has a place to go and we can just go back to bed if we want to. When we wash each other’s hair in the shower. When we sing together, from the quietest lullabies in the early morning to belting our lungs out in the car. Hell, even buying groceries after a stressful day can seem to cheer me up if you’re with me. – both of you laugh, your vision getting blurry with tears – I remember seeing you walk through those halls in Juilliard and thinking how you looked like an angel among men. Afraid to fly too close to your light. And then I spent years wondering what could have been if maybe the timing was better. Then Hamilton came along and I knew it was the universe giving me a second chance and, goddammit, I just had to take it. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. You’re my soulmate, my best friend, my home.

Now there are definite tears running through both of your cheeks as you reach for the velvet box in your pocket. You get down on one knee, opening the box to reveal the ring. She covers her mouth with her hand while you continue to look into her eyes.

– Phillipa Soo, will you marry me? – you ask her with a smile, every fiber of your being shaking.

– Oh no! – she squeals as if she just realized something; you hold your breath – I mean, that’s not my answer! It’s just that I..

She reaches for her pocket, grabbing an identical velvet box. She then gets on her knees in front of you, opening the box to reveal an exact same diamond ring, except with ruby stones instead of sapphires. It’s absolutely gorgeous. (x)

– I was gonna propose before the countdown. – she looks at you, both of you surprised and confused for a moment until you start laughing.

– Wait, wait, wait, I had a speech planned! – she exclaims and, with a deep breath, she takes your hand – (Y/n), you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. You’ve shaped me into the person that I am today in more ways than you could imagine. You make me want to be a better person and that’s all I’ve ever wanted from a relationship. Being with you is an adventure and I can’t wait to continue this adventure for the rest of my days. (Y/n), will you marry me?

– Yes! – you nod with a huge grin on your face – Will you marry me?

– A million times yes. – she smiles back with the same intensity.

You take out the ring from the box to carefully place it on her fourth finger and she does the same. The two of you stand up, still holding hands. You look at each other for a moment, wanting to remember this night in the tiniest details and, with a giggle, she pulls you closer. The kiss you share is slow and passionate, making you feel on Cloud Nine. Still during the kiss, you feel cold drops on the top of your head and at first you think it’s rain. It’s only when you open your eyes, Pippa still in your arms, that you realize it’s snowing. The first snow of the season. She looks around, her mouth open in awe, making you smile at her adorableness.

– The snow in the moonlight. – she sighs, her arms around your waist, taking in the view.

– And your childlike eyes and your distant smile.. – you sing softly, swaying without music.

– I know I’ll always be this happy again. – she turns to look at you with stars in her eyes.

– I like your version better. – you smile, sharing another kiss.

You and I, and no one else.

#hamilton #hamilton cast #phillipa soo x reader #hamilton cast x reader #eliza schuyler x reader #hamilton imagine #phillipa soo imagine

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anotherhelplesshamiltrash · 8 years ago

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Can you do a Phillipa x reader one? I loved your Jasmine one !!

Definitely! Pippa is adorable. And I’m glad you enjoyed it!!

Update: I’m currently writing and I’ve already compared the time zones in NY and LA, researched the weather in both of these places and the time of specific Hamilton performances. I’m nothing if not an observant to details.

#ask

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anotherhelplesshamiltrash · 8 years ago

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“Sisters?” We’re close

Jasmine x Reader

Notes: a day in the life of Jasmine’s girlfriend. Reader is an understudy for Eliza in Hamilton and this is the first time she gets to play the part since they opened on Broadway. I write this with all respect to Jazzy, Anthony and their relationship. This is purely fictional (obviously). The story takes place in the Fall of 2015.

Word count: 5163 (this is painfully long. I know. I promise I won’t ever post anything this long.)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and it’s long af. Lots of fluff. Also making out?

You wake up to a brisk Autumn morning in your tiny NY flat. Taking a moment before you get out of bed, you look around your bedroom, still warm under the flowery duvet your parents sent you as a housewarming gift. It has been almost a year since you packed up your bags and moved to the city with little to no money, but huge dreams. Yes, the flat was very small but you lived by yourself and had enough room for everything you needed. Still debating whether you had a few more minutes to spare, your phone buzzes with a text:

From: Jazzy ♥

Rise and shine, babe! You up for breakfast before work?

You unconsciously smile at the screen, your heart beating a little faster even though you were more than used to the person on the other end of the message.

To: Jazzy ♥

Sure thing, hun! See you there <3

You texted right away, yawning as you got up, your body still tired from the eight-shows-a-week routine. Hamilton is one of the most demanding shows on Broadway, but you can’t believe how lucky you are to be a part of it. History is happening in Manhattan and you’re right there! You thought to yourself while getting ready for the day.

You were beyond relieved when you got the part, glad that your years at Performing Arts School were about to pay off, despite some of your relatives’ negative predictions. The business is not easy, but you knew in your heart it was your calling. Besides, it was thanks to the theater that you met Jasmine. It was the first day of rehearsals and you felt like a kid on the first day of school. Hell, you felt even more nervous than that! Thankfully, the whole team was so wonderful that the anxiousness slowly turned into excitement. They made it very clear from day one that it would be hard work, but that has never stopped you before. “We have to build something that, even if we open and close on the same day, we would still not regret the time we spent on it.” Lin told the group of bright eyed artists standing in front of him. On the midst of people being introduced and first directions being made, you were trying your best extroverted disguise, smiling and being friendly to everyone around you. You can remember everything so vividly. You were just talking to a beautiful woman with dark, straight hair and rosy cheeks who introduced herself as Phillipa (“but everyone calls me Pippa”) when you spotted her across the room. The most gorgeous human being you have ever seen. Curly brown hair, effortlessly tied up in a half-up ponytail, and a playful smile. Her eyes caught yours for a brief moment and you could swear she smiled even brighter at you. After a nice chat with Pippa, you decided to take a break from the introductions, a bit tired from all the social interaction. You were in the corner of the room, absently checking your few notifications on Twitter when you noticed her walking in your direction, standing with her back against the wall beside you. You looked up from your phone, checking out the room before directing your focus to her. She smiled shyly (from her looks, you would never have guessed she’d be shy) and you automatically smiled back, your heart skipping a beat.

– It kinda feels like the first day of school, doesn’t it? – she asked, almost as a confession.

– It definitely does. – you smiled back at her.

– I’m (y/n), by the way. – you extended your hand, imitating the other cast members’ introductions.

– Jasmine. – she replied, shaking your hand a bit longer than everyone else had, her eyes never leaving yours.

To everyone’s happiness, the show has been extremely successful so far and everyone in the cast seemed to get along, quickly becoming a big multiracial family. You and Jasmine became inseparable from day one and you were friends for three months before you gathered the courage to ask her out. Ever since then, you two were even closer and as in love as anyone could be. You smiled to yourself, making your way to your regular coffee shop near the Richard Rodgers Theater. One day, still during rehearsals, you were running late and didn’t have time for breakfast at home when you noticed the small sign that said “coffee” and your body, desperate for caffeine, made its way to the quirky spot that quickly became your favorite. As soon as you open the door, you feel thankful for the warmth and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. Jasmine is sitting at your usual table by the window and looks up as the door opens, smiling at you. She puts her phone down as you make your way towards her.

– Hey, you. – she smiles as you hang your bag on the chair in front of her.

– Hey, yourself. – you smile back, leaning over the table to give her a quick, yet soft, kiss – The usual?

– Yep. – she says, giving you another quick peck on the lips.

You get up from your seat, walking to the small line in front of the counter; a mixture of relaxed tourists, taking photos with smiles on their faces, and busy New Yorkers, barely looking up from their phones, some occasionally taping their feet in a hurry. You couldn’t imagine yourself living anywhere else. Soon enough, it was your turn to order: two blueberry muffins, a large caramel latte and a large mocha with extra whipped cream. Once everything was ready, you took the muffins to your table and went back to get the coffees, as they were hot and you could be quite clumsy sometimes. Jasmine lets out an excited squeal when you hand her the mocha.

– I don’t know why you’re surprised. I always get your extra whipped cream! – you laugh, making yourself comfortable with your latte in hand.

– And I love you for it! – she smiles, taking a sip.

– You’re easy to please. – you rest your head on your hand, wondering how you got so lucky when she sets the cup back on the table, unaware of the whipped cream on her nose.

– Wait, stand still. – you tell her, grabbing a napkin and softly brushing over the tip of her nose – There you go.

– What would I do without you? – she asks, grabbing one of the muffins.

– I have no idea, but I’m not willing to find out. – you smirk, sipping your coffee.

After both muffins have been devoured (“Are they getting better?! I feel like, every time we get them, they’re more delicious than last time!” “Or you’re just hungrier, Jas”) and you’re just about to finish your coffees when your phone buzzes in your pocket.

From: Tommy K.

Good morning, (y/n). Would you mind coming to the theater a bit early today? I need to have a word with you.

You gulped. “Have I done something wrong?”, you thought to yourself. The director wanting to talk to you could be a good thing, right? Right?!

To: Tommy K.

Of course. I’m on my way right now.

You could feel your heart racing as you replied, breathing into the cool air of New York City. Jasmine must have noticed how you suddenly tensed up because there is a concerned look on her face when she takes your hand.

– (Y/n), is everything okay? Who was that on the phone?

– I’m alright. Thomas wants to talk to me about something. Didn’t say what exactly. Who knows, right? – you ramble, attempting to cover your nervousness.

Jasmine, knowing you better than anyone else, sees right through it and stops walking, holding both of your hands.

– Hey, whatever it is, I’m sure you’re fine. You’re super talented, remember? It’s probably nothing to worry about. – she snaps you out of your anxious mentality with a reassuring smile.

– You’re right. – you smile, taking a long breath.

– I usually am. – she teases, placing a kiss on your forehead with ease (an advantage of being slightly taller than you).

You continue your walk, talking and laughing with your favorite person. Sure, there’s still a whisper in the back of your mind, worrying about the conversation to come, but Jasmine manages to silence it just fine. Soon enough, you’re standing in front of the yellow lights of the Richard Rodgers and with a deep breath, you enter the building. You walk Jasmine to her dressing room (“So chivalrous of you” “I’m a regular Lancelot”) and continue to walk down the hall, dropping off your bag at your desk in the ensemble room. You head to the stage and, as you guessed, Thomas is sitting in the audience, typing away on his laptop.

– Hi! You wanted to talk to me? – you call his attention as you stand in front of him.

– (Y/n)! Yes. – he closes his laptop – Phillipa fell ill so I’m going to need you to step in for Eliza.

– Oh, I see. – you could feel your hands already getting a bit sweaty. The last time you understudied for Pippa, the production was still Off-Broadway.

– I know you haven’t played this role in a while so I wanted to tell you in person and make sure everything was ok. – his voice rises at the end of the sentence, sounding more like a question.

– Everything’s fine! – you reply, a bit too fast.

– Great. See you at rehearsal. – he smiles, opening his laptop again. You nod and head backstage, where you bump into Lin.

– There you are! I went to the dressing room but you obviously weren’t there. – he laughed – Did Tommy tell you the news?

– Yes! I’ve been notified of the cast changes indeed. I hope Pippa gets better soon, though.

– Me too, but I’m sure you’ll be great in the meantime. – he smiles reassuringly – Let me know if you need anything.

– Will do. Thanks, Lin! – you smile, taking a deep breath. It’s gonna be fine.

– No problem, ‘Liza. – he says before continuing on his way.

Since the costumes are already on Phillipa’s dressing room, you decide to take your things from your usual space and use hers for the time being. Lucky for you, your temporary door is right next to Jasmine’s and, once you’re settled, you head to her room.

– Hey, you. – you open the door as she looks up from her laptop. Everyone in this building is so busy, it’s surreal.

– Hey, yourself. – she greets you with a smile as you make your way to the couch to sit beside her.

– So, I had a talk with Thomas.

– Aaaaand? – she gesticulates with her hands like the adorable dork she is.

– Aaaaand turns out Pippa is sick so I’m up for Eliza.

– See? I told you there was nothing to worry about! – she says, playfully pushing your shoulder.

– And you were right once more. But I am a bit nervous cause I haven’t done this in a while, you know? Actually, could you help me go over my lines? If you’re busy, it’s no big deal! I was just-

– It’s fine! – she interrupts your rant – I was just replying some e-mails but now I’m done so we can totally do that.

She closes her laptop and gets up to place it on the table, confirming what she just told you.

– Thanks, Jas. – you sigh, feeling less tense. She sits back on the couch, this time closer to you.

– You’re welcome, babe. And I’ve seen you as Eliza before, you’re gonna be great tonight. – she caresses your hair.

You instinctively lean towards her hand; a moment of peace in the midst of the bustling city. Her eyes move from yours to your lips, lingering for a moment before resting on your eyes again. Your body moves before your mind can process anything and soon your lips are on hers, soft and longingly. Your hands move to her hair, deepening the kiss. She leans back, pulling you with her. Her head rests on the arm of the couch, her body underneath yours. Hands are everywhere. You break the kiss, reaching for air, and she moves her lips to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. Something in your mind clicks and, as much as you’re enjoying yourself, you feel the weight of the role you’re about to take and how you should be preparing for it.

– Jas.. – your voice comes out lower than you hoped, almost as a moan.

– Hm? – she hums against your neck, thankfully not leaving marks.

– Rehearsal.. – you reply, this time steadier.

She sighs and kisses you again before you get up, feeling a bit weak in the knees. You offer your hand and she grabs onto it, standing up as well.

– To be continued. – she affirms.

– To be continued.

Since you arrived early, you have time to practice some of the parts you were most worried about with your extraordinary talented girlfriend before the official rehearsal with the rest of the cast. Lucky for you, you were more familiarized with the character than you first thought, slipping into Eliza’s shoes with surprising ease. You had just gone over your big solo, the heartbreaking Burn, when you heard a knock on the door.

– Come in! – Jasmine replied and the door quickly opened, revealing a smiling Renee.

– Sisters! – she squealed, making both of you laugh – Ready for rehearsal?

– Born ready. – you get up with a new found confidence.

– Let’s go! – Renee sings excitedly, heading for the hallway. You turn to Jasmine, who stands up from the couch.

– Well, someone’s cheerful today.

– You know what? I just realized this is the first time you’re gonna play Eliza since we started dating. – she says, with a thoughtful look on her face.

– Oh, you’re right. That’s a bit weird. – you make your way to the stage, Jasmine following you.

You turn around to find her with a mischievous look, furrowing your brow at what she might be thinking. The rehearsal goes smoothly, every member of the cast moving in harmony. By the time Helpless comes up, you forget why you were even worried in the first place. In between your songs, Jasmine was being extra affectionate, teasing the rest of the cast with your relationship since you had to play sisters for the first half of the show (“You’re a weird one” “And you love me anyway!”) You lost track of the Snapchat and Instagram stories you were featured in for the day and the various jokes about the situation. Most of them involved certain lines from La Vie Boheme – obviously. After rehearsing Non-Stop, you unlock your phone, enjoying the quick break before your next song. You’re surprised to see the numerous notifications from Instagram (of course, you’re on Broadway, people know you. Still, you weren’t used to the attention you were receiving). As you should have guessed, most of it comes from Jasmine’s account, where she posted a picture of you kissing. You didn’t even notice the picture being taken! What? It seemed to be taken from the stage while you were sitting in the audience, maybe during Wait For It, you weren’t sure. Because you were facing each other and the photo was taken from above, it was clear how Jasmine’s hand was resting on your thigh, which made you blush.

@jazzy_joness: This one is up for Eliza today but we’re clearly too distracted to notice the rest of rehearsal #heymister #shesmysister

You only had time to post the blushing emoji in the comments and attempt to give Jasmine your best “seriously?” face (which she replied with sticking her tongue out and laughing) before going back onstage for Take a Break. Thomas makes a few comments, which you happily apply to your repertoire, but overall, everything seems to be going great. While going over the middle of Act 2, you lose track of where Jasmine is for a while but she’s back on stage by the time of the grand finale, which was your biggest concern. You feel even more admiration towards Eliza, if that’s possible. Your fellow castmates give you a round of applause once the song comes to an end and, in response, you exaggeratedly bow and throw kisses in the air for comic effect. Taking advantage of the hour and a half to go before places are called, you head to your dressing room to get your makeup ready. You are greeted by a plastic bag from the diner down the street, smiling as you encounter your favorite sandwich, an iced tea and a chocolate chip cookie inside. As if on cue, Jasmine walks in with a bag of her own.

– You’re spoiling me. – you raise an eyebrow, a playful smile on your lips.

– You’re easy to please. – she shrugs, kissing you before taking a seat on the couch.

You follow suit and enjoy the pre-show meal. Afterwards, Jasmine quickly grabs her makeup bag from her room and you share the large mirror, dancing to Beyoncé and Prince blasting from her phone as you get ready. You part momentarily to get dressed (“I’m just saying, I could grab my dress and change right here, no problem at all” “Will you behave for once?” you push her out of the door, both of you laughing all the while). By the time she comes back, you are ready to go, dancing around the room to Carnaval del Barrio.

– Will you ever get over that show? – she teases while leaning against the door, her arms crossed in front of her.

– Never! – you laugh, pulling her by the arm. The song had just finished when the announcement of ten minutes until places is made.

– Prayer time! – Daveed reminds you, walking down the hall.

On your way to the large room backstage, Andrew comes up to you with his phone in hand and, knowing him as well as anyone in the cast, probably on Snapchat.

– Look at this girl, about to go on for Eliza! She gonna rock this theater, I’m telling ya. – he says, with the camera pointed at you, while you laugh and make silly poses attempting to look glamorous.

The whole cast gets together backstage, holding hands to form a circle, while Chris Jackson leads the prayer; a tradition he came up with. Once the prayer is done, there are still a couple of minutes before the show. Jasmine places her hands on your waist when she notices the way you’re fidgeting with your hands (a sign of your anxiety). You instinctively copy her movement, resting your hands on the small of her back.

– Everything’s fine. You got this. Breathe. – she reminds you.

You rest your foreheads together while you focus on your breathing. In. Out. Everything’s okay. You open your eyes to see her looking at you so lovingly, you can’t help but smile. Suddenly, you feel a light go on, like a camera flashing. Both of you turn your heads to the source of the light, not breaking the embrace just yet. Ariana, still with her phone in hand, smiles sheepishly.

– Sorry! You guys are so cute, I just had to! – the rest of the cast nodded, causing both of you to laugh.

– We’re cool, just make sure to send me a copy. – Jasmine replied, still grinning.

Ariana agreed right away and everyone rushed to places. Act 1 was over sooner than you imagined, every song running smoothly and the audience vibrating with the intensity of the show. Schuyler Sisters was definitely the most fun you’ve had onstage, followed closely by Helpless. Eliza was so sweet and affectionate and you were the happiest to be able to show that. During intermission, you changed costumes and retouched your makeup before heading to the large room backstage, where the rest of the cast was reunited. Jasmine is dressed as Maria, a sight that still takes your breath away, when she notices you come in.

– You were so amazing back there! I mean, I know how talented you are and I saw you rehearse, but still.. wow. – she says, making you blush.

– And you’re amazing every night! Now, come on, you posted a picture of us and now I want one too. – you tell her with your phone in hand.

– Anything for you. Shall we recreate the first photo? – she smirks, making you blush even harder.

– Jas! – you squeal, making her laugh.

– Carleigh, could you take a picture for us? – you ask your friend from the ensemble, who is standing closer to you and Jasmine.

– Of course! – she puts down her phone as you hand her yours.

She takes the photo vertically, the camera capturing both of your dresses. You’re standing right beside Jasmine, your left hand on her waist and her right hand on yours, both looking at each other with a smirk and a raised eyebrow instead of the camera.

– Done! – Carleigh announces with a smile and hands your phone back as you thank her.

You continue to talk to other members of the cast until the announcement of five minutes until places is made and people start heading to where they need to be. Jasmine is not up until the fourth song so she is not in a hurry and decides to stay. You give her a quick kiss, careful not to mess up both of your lipsticks before heading to the stairs near the stage. You can hear Daveed singing his cheerful jazz song as Thomas Jefferson while opening the Instagram app on your phone. You quickly select the picture you just took backstage and add the caption:

@(y/n)_: That’s when Miss Maria Reynolds walked into my life. (sisters? #weareclose)

Act 2 is significantly more demanding and there is a lack of Jasmine in your time onstage, but you do your best with what you have. Take a Break is one of your highlights. Playing the role of affectionate, yet stern, wife with Lin, beatboxing with Anthony and singing riffs with Renee? Sign me up! You leave the stage by heading to the left wing. Leslie’s voice fills the room as you see Jasmine on the other side of the stage, sending her a kiss before her big moment. You see her smile and wave from the right wing, close her eyes and open them again, this time focused on her character. After watching her performance in awe, you give yourself a moment to drink some water before your next song. Time flies and soon you’re changing costumes, the adrenaline kicking in before your big solo. Reminding yourself to breathe, you grab the lantern and letters and head to the stage. You put your everything in that one song; everything you’re feeling through Eliza’s skin. The anger of the betrayal and the sadness of the broken promises.

“The world has no right to my heart. The world has no place in our bed.” you sing with tears blurring your vision and a new found strength you forgot you had in you. The words come out fluidly, as if they’re from the deepest part of your heart. “I hope that you burn” you sing quietly, a sour taste in your mouth and a couple of tears falling from your cheeks. As the light dims, you notice part of the cast squeezed in the wings, some with raised eyebrows, still processing the song. You take another big breath to leave the character for a moment, still shaking from the weight of the song. You receive high fives and praises on your way to change costumes again, the sound of the applause still ringing in your ears, the audience cheering way longer than you expected.

The show comes to an end and you feel exhausted, both physically and emotionally. During curtain call, with the audience applauding and the cast beside you, you feel the deepest and purest appreciation for this moment. Lin pushes you forward, singling you out, and the audience cheers even louder. You can’t believe this is your life and with overwhelming joy, you immediately tear up. You rejoin the cast and take the final bow of the night. Jasmine rushes by your side, giving you a hug, and you walk hand in hand as the curtain closes, some “awwww’s” coming from the audience. Backstage, you receive compliments and several “you go, girl!” from the cast, a bunch of them demanding photos.

– But you see me everyday! – you complain to the group with a laugh.

– But today we had a memorable performance, so it shall be remembered! – Lin demanded, followed by cheers.

After pictures were taken and you’ve changed into your street clothes, you grab your bag, ready to leave, when the news reach you. Apparently, Matthew Lewis was in the audience and is now meeting the cast backstage. As exciting as that is, you would still consider it a typical day. Many celebrities have been visiting the show. Except he is specifically waiting to meet you. What?! Oak, the bearer of the news, leads you to the stage, where the cast has gathered now that the audience left.

– Here she is! The girl of the hour. – Oak announces and you have to laugh at how surreal that sounds.

Matthew was just talking to Lin and Daveed when you join them. He mentions that it was a pleasure to meet them and they shake hands, leaving you two alone. That was unexpected.

– Hi! (Y/n), right? I’m Matthew. – he extends his hand and you greet him with a handshake.

– Yes, that’s me. It’s a pleasure to meet you! I’m a big Harry Potter fan. – you smile at the actor you’ve watched grow up through the screen.

– And I am now a big fan of you! I was told you’re the understudy, is that right?

– Yep, that’s me. Our official Eliza is currently under the weather so I had to step in.

– Well, I’m sure I’ll have the opportunity to see her performance some other time, but I’m so glad that I got to see you! You were phenomenal, absolutely outstanding. That song.. what was it? Burn? Left me in tears. Don’t tell anyone though. – he confided in you with a smile.

– Your secret is safe with me. – you laugh together – And thank you so much! I haven’t done this track since we were Off-Broadway so I’m just happy it went so well.

– Well? It was way better than well! Trust me.

Just as you’re about to respond, Jasmine comes up right beside you, a hand on the small of your back.

– Jas! Have you met Matthew? – she shakes her head, extending her hand.

– Hi! I’m Jasmine, (y/n)’s girlfriend. Nice to meet you. – they shake hands.

– Matthew. Nice to meet you too. – he smiles at her.

– She plays Peggy and Maria on the show. – you explain.

– Oh, right! You were amazing. – he says with sincerity.

– Thank you. – she smiles.

– Pictures? It’s getting late. – Lin says to the group.

Everyone gets together to take a picture with Matthew, as you usually do when celebrities visit and, just like that, the cast begins to head home for their well deserved rest.

– Bye, (y/n) and Jasmine! It was a pleasure to meet you both!

– Same here. Bye, Matthew! – you wave as he leaves the theater.

You and Jasmine pick up your bags and walk out of the theater hand in hand through the stage door, where a group of dedicated fans are still waiting. They cheer when they see you. Sure, you’re tired. But you remember being on the other side of that fence, willing to wait for hours to greet the artists. So you smile for the photos and sign as many autographs as possible, still receiving compliments for your performance and some comments on how cute you and Jasmine are as a couple. You often blush with the latter. Once both of you have reached everyone at stage door, Jasmine turns to you with a smile.

– C’mon. Let’s get you home, best of wives and best of women. – she says, giving a soft kiss on the back of your hand. Your heart soars.

– How can I say no to this? – you smirk, intertwining your fingers as you head to the subway station nearby.

On the train, Jasmine rests her head on your shoulder and you lean against her. You’re about to put your phone down when a mention on Lin’s twitter catches your eye and you click on the notification to find a video of you and Jasmine dancing to Carnaval del Barrio. You didn’t even notice the door was open, let alone that Lin recorded you two. That sly dork!

@Lin_Manuel: look at these cinnamon rolls! Aren’t they the cutest?! (@(Y/n) & @JasCephasJones love you!)

You laugh at his comment, happy to have that memory saved. What an insanely wonderful day it has been. You reply:

@(Y/n): @Lin_Manuel @JasCephasJones what?! How?! I didn’t even see you there! (I’m glad you were though hahaha)

He replied a few seconds later. Of course he’s on Twitter. Where else would he be?

@Lin_Manuel: @(Y/n) @JasCephasJones and you think I wouldn’t recognize my own song? *gif of Rihanna winking mischievously*

You show the tweets to Jasmine, who laughs with you.

@(Y/n): @Lin_Manuel @JasCephasJones touché, mon ami *gif of him dancing as Usnavi*

You lock your phone as you reach your stop. Too tired and noticing it was too late for Jasmine to walk on her own, she stays in your apartment for the night, as she has many times in the course of your relationship. She’s already asleep when you take a last look through your phone, checking if your alarm is set for the next morning and the different social media accounts you’ve been tagged in. From the Snapchat of fellow castmates to tweets from members of the audience, your performance was memorable indeed.

There was a new mention from Lin, this time with the photo he insisted on taking after the show, both of you still in costume.

@Lin_Manuel: My Eliza for the day. She made us smile, she made us cry. But most importantly, she told their story beautifully. (Y/n) is a star, y’all.

You smile at the comment, noticing the hundreds of replies agreeing with him. You let out a long yawn. Before locking your phone, you decide to check out the replies from the photo you posted earlier. You laugh at all the “OTP” and “just get married already” comments when you notice she posted another photo. You click on the notification to find the picture Ariana took of you backstage. Both of you looked adorable, you couldn’t deny it.

@jazzy_joness: My life is gonna be fine cuz Eliza is in it ♥

You smile, looking at the sigh of her asleep beside you. So beautiful. So peaceful.

You comment “I look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit ♥”, this time locking your phone and placing it on the bedside table. You get closer to her, your legs already intertwined, an arm across her waist. You place a kiss on her forehead, caressing her hair until you fall asleep. Helpless.

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