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[criminalamnesia]

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warnings: enemies to friends, hinted enemies to lovers, Tyler’s sister!reader, mean!scott, bickering, very real tornado danger, mentions of a car crash and physical injuries, not proofread, f!reader

summary: the three time you see storm par’s one and only scott, including the one in which he saves your life.

author’s note: look at me, finally writing something again! I’ve been extremely busy and, truthfully, in a writers slump. I started writing this after seeing twisters, and I just got the motivation to come back and finish it. I’ve been obsessed with this man since that movie, and good lord do we need more fics of him. anyways, enjoy! (also, for my traitor fans— I haven’t forgotten about you! I hope to work on the next part soon!)

the first time you’d seen scott, you’d wanted to break his jaw, and you hadn't even gotten his name.

“get lost on the way to the hillbilly convention?”

his tone is snarky, his eyes full of disdain as he watched you slide out of tyler’s truck.

your eyes had widened, your spine straightening as you registered his unprovoked hostility.

“the fuck is your problem?” you ask, eyes narrowing as you come back to your senses. you look him up and down, huffing a laugh at his clothes.

“you look like you’re going to a fuckin’ business meeting.” you say, coming to a stop in front of him. your cowboy boots dig into the dirt, and the sun beats down on your face.

perfect day for storm chasing, as your brother had said. darkening clouds rolled in the distance, and the wind was steadily picking up. according to lilly's drone data and tyler's instincts, your first chase would occur sometime within the next few hours.

you had been away at college when tyler’s tornado-chasing YouTube channel took off. you’d always loved the thrill of being close to the storms, but even when you came home to visit during summers, tyler refused to let you tag along.

until now, that is. now that you’ve graduated with a degree in meteorology, just like him. he had always accused you of wanting to follow in his footsteps.

“don’t mind storm par over there,” comes your brother’s drawl as he appears beside you, a hand coming down to rest on your shoulder. “the stick up his ass seems to have been lodged a little deeper recently. you’ll get used to it,” tyler grins, barking a laugh at the brunette's scowl.

"haven't seen you before," another man moves to stand beside the brunette. he's also wearing storm par gear, and you watch as him and the taller man share an unreadable glance.

"she's new," tyler responds for you, his wide grin still present as he acknowledges the shorter man with the tip of his hat.

"i'd run while you can, sweetheart," the taller one says, a look of pity in his eyes as he looks back to you. "fucking him isn't worth dying over."

you stare at the man for a moment before bursting into laughter. the storm par pair's eyes both widen, their stares moving from your hysterics, to tyler's rolled eyes, and then to each other.

"you two are supposed to be scientists, huh? the guys who are gonna 'tame tornadoes?'" you throw the last two words in air quotes as your laughter subsides.

the shorter of the two men nods, while the taller opens his mouth once more. "that's right. while you morons are out trying to get yourselves killed, we'll be busy doing shit that actually matters."

"right, right," you nod along, glee shining in your eyes as you stare at the taller one. "you must be so smart, then. where'd you get your degree?"

"MIT," he says smugly, popping the gum in his mouth.

"MIT, wow," you whistle, your eyes finding your brother's. tyler just shakes his head, trying and failing to suppress his laughter.

"you got a degree from MIT, and you're too stupid to tell that he-" you jab a finger towards tyler. "is my fucking brother?"

the man's smug grin instantly falls as his eyes scan you, then tyler, and then fall back onto you. tyler steps forward, smacking a hand on the man's shoulder with a laugh.

"meet my little sister, storm par. may not have gotten a degree from MIT," he says, tipping his cowboy hat to you. you mime tipping an invisible hat back at him. "but she seems to be a hell of a lot smarter than you."

the second time you see scott, you still don't learn his name.

"jesus christ, this thing is huge!" you yelp as tyler swerves the truck back onto the dirt road. he scowls as the storm par truck ahead of him jerks back and forth on the path, blocking his approach.

"how's the wind lookin'?" he asks, his words clipped as his hands grip the wheel tighter. wheat fields ripple on both sides of the road, an ocean of tan as the sky continues to darken.

"pickin' back up," you tell him, glancing down at the laptop in your lap. it was displaying real-time data of the atmospheric conditions. the software had cost a pretty penny, but had been worth it. plus, it had been more than covered by tyler's t-shirt sales. cheesy or not, tyler’s face on a shirt was worth his weight in gold to his followers.

tyler groans as the white truck in front of him cuts him off again.

"ty, just go around!" you yell at him, your eyes widening as you stare out of the passenger side window. the clouds overhead were beginning to swirl.

"i'm tryin' to drive nice," he tells you through gritted teeth. "don't wanna make you sick-" he begins, but you roll your eyes and reach over, jerking the wheel. the car swerves off the road and into the ditch beside it, and tyler scrambles to avoid hitting a wire fence as he swats at your hand.

"what the fuck?!" he yells at you, his eyes cutting to you for a second before focusing back on the road.

"stop tryin' to baby me!" you tell him. "show these storm par pricks what we're made of."

tyler falls silent, clearly debating his next move. you're about to grab the wheel again when his foot slams down on the gas and the truck lurches forward. you cheer, throwing a fist in the air as you laugh with glee.

"just don't tell mom!" he says to you, laughing along.

as the truck speeds forwards, tyler lets off the gas just enough to keep speed with the storm par truck. you lean past him to get a look into the cab, and there's the brunette you'd had the displeasure of meeting a few days ago.

you can see his scowl from here, and your grin is wide as you hold your middle finger up, waving it around to make sure he couldn't miss it. his scowl deepens, and before he can even think of responding to the gesture, tyler hits the gas again.

"what was that for?" your brother asks as you lean back into you seat.

you shrug. "just havin' fun."

the third time you see scott, he saves your life.

it's a week after the middle-finger incident. although storm par and your brother's wranglers have been following the same storms, you haven't had the pleasure of bothering the tall brunette, much less seeing him. you’d caught glimpses, but he seemed to be keeping his distance. you supposed he’d finally grown tired of your constant teasing.

you don't know why you find yourself caring. he's an asshole. an asshole who hates you, your brother, and everything the two of you stand for. who constantly underestimates and looks down on you.

and yet you miss his scowl and the unmistakable pop of his bubblegum.

"hey, you okay over there?" boone asks as he leans over the center console, his head peeking out between the two front seats. you know the question is directed at you, as boone is watching you like a hawk.

"yeah, fine," you shrug, your eyebrows furrowed as you lean down, getting closer to the screen of your laptop.

"ty, turn the music down for a sec," you tell him, and he listens without protest. a rare occurrence, but now wasn't the time for bickering.

what had first appeared to be a measly EF1 had begun to grow. it wasn't dying out, and things were starting to get scarily real as moisture kept feeding into the funnel miles ahead of you.

"this thing isn't stopping," you tell the two men. "you need to tell the rv to turn around. hell, we should turn around."

boone shakes his head, leaning further into your space. his eyes scan your computer screen, and although he's learned a lot from tyler, he still doesn't see what you see.

"nah, it's gonna be fine. ty said it's gonna die out anyways, right? we just need to get in it before it does."

"boone," you warn, turning in your seat to face him. "love you, but shut the fuck up right now." you reach out a hand and grip tyler's arm.

"ty, I mean it."

rain starts pelting the windshield. you can hear the wind howling outside of the truck, and you shudder as hail begins to pound against metal.

tyler mumbles something under his breath as he kicks the windshield wipers up to maximum speed. "you sure?" he finally says.

he turns to look at you as you nod, and those precious seconds are all it takes for the world to spin on its axis.

a fence post slams through the windshield as rain and hail continue to obscure the world around you. you scream and tyler jerks the wheel out of instinct. the truck turns sharply, running off the road. your stomach drops as the truck drops and rises again- your own personal rollercoaster from hell.

"tyler!" you yell, gripping the straps of the harness holding you in.

"workin' on it!" he responds, jerking the wheel the other way. the truck rights itself back on the road, and you close your eyes as adrenaline rushes through your veins.

fuck, the others-

"boone, tell the others to turn around now!" you yell at him, and he's nodding frantically from his seat in the back, his hands fumbling for the walkie talkie in the floor.

"so much for an EF1!" tyler says, and although his tone sounds easy, his face betrays him. you can see the glimpse of fear in his eyes. it mirrors your own.

"yeah, ri-" you begin, but the sentence never fully forms.

you black out as another car slams into the passenger side of the truck.

"c'mon, get up!"

everything feels fuzzy. your head is pounding, and your ears are ringing. pain shoots through your body, engulfing every inch of skin. you think something has to be broken, judging from the numbness you feel on the right side of your body.

"get up!"

your eyes begin to crack open, but your vision is blurry. someone is a few feet in front of you, but you can't make out who it is.

"for fuck's sake-" the voice growls, and you can just hear the faint crunching of glass before your hearing comes back in full force.

the wind is an unbearable howl, and the rain and hail pounding down around you make hearing your own thoughts almost impossible-

your thoughts. what had happened? one second, you're driving and then-

fuck. tyler. boone. where were they?

your eyes shoot open, your body jerking against the harness still keeping you strapped to the leather passenger seat.

you look to your left- to the driver's side- but tyler isn't there. you try to turn you head to see into the back, but a sharp pain in your neck quickly stops you.

"tyler?!" you yell, but your voice is carried off by the wind. you can't even hear your own words.

"boone?!"

"they're fine!" a voice calls to you, and your gaze shoots back to the driver's side. you can see a man crouching by the driver's now blown-out window— which is upside down.

you were upside down. the truck had rolled with the impact of whatever had hit you. everything comes back with devastating clarity, and even though adrenaline pumps through your veins, the pain is beginning to become unbearable.

“can you move?” the voice says. you can’t tell who it is through the spots in your vision and the sheets of rain still coming down.

“I-” you start, pushing your chest against the harness. “I think so.”

“good,” you recognize it as a man’s voice. “then hurry the fuck up and get out!”

under different circumstances, you would’ve scoffed at the order, but now wasn’t the time for defiance. your life was literally on the line, and if you didn’t get to shelter before the tornado engulfed you—

well, you didn’t want to think about that.

you force your brain to gather itself, directing your thoughts toward moving your aching limbs. your left arm is the only one that responds, coming to fumble with the metal buckles of the harness.

the first one unclasps and you swear you could cry from relief.

“any day now!” the man calls, and you can’t help but roll your eyes. you reach your left hand across your torso, working at the clasp on your right side.

“im trying!” you call back. once you get it undone, your arms fall downward as gravity claims them. you groan in pain as your right arm shifts. something is definitely broken, but you can’t afford to give into the pain at the moment.

you reach for the lap belt, tugging at it with a shaking hand. the wind continues to howl around you, and you feel tears pricking the corners of your eyes. hopelessness begins to eat away at you as you try and try again to undo the lap belt, to no avail.

“it’s stuck!” you call out, hoping the man can hear you. “I can’t get out!”

your breathing is picking up. your chest feels tight, and the feeling you still have in your left hand ebbs as you begin to panic.

you don’t want to die. you know that. it scares you shitless.

but you don’t want anyone else to die, either.

you’re stuck. whoever is outside of the truck isn’t. he should run while he can—

“hold on!” you’re jarred from your thoughts as a figure begins to crawl through the hole left by the blown-out window, and that’s when you register your savior.

it’s him, the brunette from storm par. the man who belittled you, who rolled his eyes at every sentence you spoke, and who you somehow found yourself missing.

he’s crawling into the cab, his arms no doubt suffering cuts from the shattered glass littering his path. “I’ve got you,” he calls to you, and when your eyes meet his, there’s no look of disdain. there’s thinly veiled terror.

“you need to leave me,” you tell him, and you can’t tell if the wetness on your face is from your tears or the rain that’s now blowing sideways into the destroyed truck.

“shut the fuck up,” he tells you, groaning as he slices his forearm on a jagged piece of metal.

“im serious,” you reply, your left hand still fumbling with the belt restraining you. “I can’t feel my right side—”

“will you shut up? please?” he heaves out, his face inches from yours now as he reaches for the lap belt.

you fall silent, but not because you’re heeding his demands. no, you’re too busy examining his face. he’s never been this close to you, and you’re taking in every little detail before death comes to sweep you up.

can’t blame a girl for wanting to gawk at a handsome man in her final minutes, can you?

“stop staring at me,” he grits out, his forearm flexing as he tugs at the lap belt. something has the fabric trapped, and although he’s freeing it inch by inch, you’re not sure if—

the belt gives, and his arms leave your lap to cushion your fall, protecting your head from slamming into the metal below you.

he doesn’t say anything, but you watch as his gaze flits over your right side. stone cold as ever, his expression gives nothing away regarding your physical state. you can’t bring yourself to look down.

“im gonna pull you out, okay?” he says, and you absently nod your head. the pain is heavier now— harder to push away. your vision swims as he hooks his arms under yours and shuffles back on his knees.

agony spreads through your thoughts as the numbness gives way to excruciating pain. your eyelids flutter, but the man doesn’t stop. he grunts as he pulls you forward again, slowly but surely removing you from the truck.

“you need to leave me,” you tell him again, your teeth biting into your bottom lip to stifle a scream of pain. “im not going to be able to walk. I’ll just slow you down—”

“jesus christ, you don’t listen, do you? im not leaving you here to die.”

he finally makes his way out of the wreckage, pulling you with him. once you’re free of the ruined truck, he stands on shaky legs— fighting to maintain balance as the wind whips across his figure. he reaches down, scooping you up in his bloody arms, and starts to run as best he can. the rain is so thick you can’t even see a foot in front of you, let alone where he’s taking you.

lightning cracks overhead, followed by thunder so loud it shakes your shattered bones. your head tilts up to the sky, and you watch in horror at what was once an EF1 tornado races toward you. it’s got to be an EF4 by now— maybe even a 5 based off its sheer size.

“drop me!” you screech, your working hand clutching the soaked fabric of his storm par shirt.

if he hears you, he pays you no mind as he continues to struggle against the wind.

with your eyes focused on the impending doom behind you, you don’t even realize when he reaches his destination. he jumps down into a deep ditch, and you hear him groan as his feet hit the ground. he must be hurt, too.

“is she alright?” a voice calls, and your eyes widen as boone comes into view, a large cut across his forehead that looks like it definitely needs stitches.

��not the time!” the storm par man shouts, ducking behind your friend. your eyes catch boone’s over his shoulder, and you give your fellow storm chaser a weak wink. boone’s lips crack into a wide smile, even amidst this horrible storm.

the brunette carrying you falls to his knees, laying your back against muddied dirt. he refuses to let you go, his arms cradling you against his chest as he shelters you with his own body. there’s nothing to hold onto except for him, and you know if the tornado gets any closer, you’ll both be goners.

you close your eyes tightly, welcoming your end despite your overwhelming fear— but it never comes.

you pry your eyes open as the sounds of wind and rain finally begin to subside. the body above yours still clutches you tightly.

“are we alive?” your voice comes out a whisper. your left hand flexes against the man’s chest, and sure enough, it meets a solid body. he’s not an imagination— he’s real. you’re still here.

“yes,” his chest rumbles with the words, and his arms slowly snake out from under you as he sits back on his haunches. his eyes are locked on yours, his icy blues unreadable as he watches your face.

you don’t say anything for a moment. and then,

“you’re the stupidest son of a bitch I’ve ever met.”

his eyes widen in surprise, and his stern facade cracks for the first time— at least, that you’ve seen— and he chuckles.

the bubble surrounding you two quickly pops as tyler’s voice meets your ears. you turn your head and there he is— your brother, running towards you with relief written all over his face.

“oh, thank god,” he says, throwing himself to his knees and scooping you up in a hug. you hiss in pain and he pulls back, his hands on your shoulders as he looks you up and down with a grimace.

“you took the worst of it. those storm par pricks—” his eyes cut to your savior, who is still sitting nearby, watching the two of you. “hit us. you and boone were knocked out, and you were stuck, so I got him first and was coming back, but—”

“ty,” you interrupt, your left hand landing atop one of his. “it’s okay. im okay. we’re okay.”

tyler takes a deep breath and nods, his eyes flitting back down your body, focusing on your right leg. you follow his gaze, grimacing at the unnatural twist of the limb. no wonder it had gone numb.

“I’ve had worse,” you tell him, taking notice of your limp, lacerated right arm.

“now’s not the time to play hero,” your brother chastises, standing up before reaching down and picking you up. your eyes meet your savior’s once more. he’s standing now, too, his arms crossed over his chest as he matches your gaze.

“guess we owe you a thanks, clipboard. and you owe us a new truck.” tyler says, to which the brunette rolls his eyes.

“ty,” you roll your eyes, too, as you keep your gaze locked with the brunette’s. “ignore my brother. thank you for saving my life….” you trail off, realizing, truly realizing for the first time that you don’t know his name.

“scott.” he tells you. you nod.

“thank you, scott.”

he nods back, turning his back to you as he starts to limp back to the road your vehicles had been abandoned at. you doubted they would still be there.

just as you’re about to look away from his retreating form, he glances over his shoulder and gives you a true, sweetly small, smile.

maybe storm par isn’t so bad after all.

[sunshineandspencer]

Cowboy hat rule, Part 3 (Tyler Owens, Twisters)

A/N: This was written as soon as I woke up the morning after seeing the movie, I woke up at 5am for some reason and this was spat out of me. I have no knowledge of it even after rereading it all, but the groupchat liked it so here you are. Also I’m working under the headcannon that you don’t get your hat back until you complete the rule.

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader.

Summary: In between butting heads with Javi’s team and running a successful YouTube channel based entirely around tornadoes, Tyler Owens is introduced to the most interesting woman he’s seen in a good while - and her sister.

Word Count: 946

Warnings: past emotional(?) infidelity (fuck anthony ramos for cheating on his fiancé), talk of beer, slightly suggestive (again, cowboy hat rule)

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

I have redone the form for the taglist now that I’m apparently expanding from Criminal Minds

So, apparently, Javi was working for a company that profited off the suffering of people that were most recently affected by the storms. 

Of course, it makes sense. Old white guy, white hair, irritating face, makes sense he’s into real estate. 

What doesn’t make it any better, is the fact that while both her and Kate found out, he only bothered to go and explain himself to Kate.

Nice to know he hasn’t changed. He’s always preferred Kate to her, even when they dated, he always called for Kate first on the radio. 

If she tries hard enough, she can hear them through the wall. 

But she’s not going to try.

Doom scrolling through that old guy’s website and pretending she’s not feeling sick about inadvertently helping this guy was cut short by a knock to her door. 

Shutting the lid of her laptop, she shook her head and pressed the base of her palms to her eyes. 

Getting up and walking to the door, she gave herself a few moments to try and decide what emotion to put on, not sure she’s ready to face her sister or - God forbid - Javi. Pulling it open and leaning against it. 

Fighting the smile, and the genuine relief, when she was met with Tyler. 

“Evenin’ wrangler, what you all the way up here for?”

It’s the second level of a motel, there are a lot of people up here. If he didn’t sleep in the RV with everyone else he’d be up here. 

“Heard you hadn’t eaten, wondered if you wanted a pizza? It was the last one before the lady went home, should still be warm.”

Shrugging, he offers the pizza, margarita. Safe, lots of people like it - thankfully it’s also the only pizza she likes. And God she needs a pizza, and a beer, but she needs the pizza first. 

“You actually- nevermind, come in, bring the pizza.”

As if he’d leave it outside, she holds the door open a little more and he steps in. Taking a good look around the room. 

It’s not like this place has meaning to her, it’s a shitty motel room in tornado valley; they don’t build these with the expectation to last. The most you can do is collect stuff from home and wherever you’re staying and try to give it some personality.

But then his eyes fall on the white cowboy hat on her bedpost. Let’s correct that, his cowboy hat on her bedpost. 

There’s the splash of meaning. 

“You still have my hat.”

She lets out a soft snort, a pretty kind of laugh that she probably hates. 

Sitting down on the bed with her pizza and opening it up. Resisting the urge to dive head first into the greasy shit she knows it’s going to be. 

God- she’s never hated New York and her fucking fad diet more than she did right now. 

Luckily, she’s not in New York, she’s in Oklahoma and a cowboy just bought her a pizza, she couldn’t turn it down now could she. 

Offering him the first slice, she gives him a smug little grin, tilting her head. Acting all innocent as if she doesn’t know exactly what it means, his stupid cowboy hat has kept pride of place since she stole it.

“And you know how you have to get it back. Otherwise it’s staying on my wall. Add it to the collection.”

She’s not had a collection of guy’s cowboy hats since she was in college - it was a pretty decoration, and she loved watching the guys find their hats once they left. 

But he doesn’t know that, and she liked the upset glint in his eyes at thinking there are still some hats waiting for their owners. 

He took the slice and sat with her, and the itching silence caused her to sigh. Able to see his kicked-puppy look in the corner of her eye. Cursing her inability to say no to a pretty face, or even allow herself to hurt someone in the slightest.

“I’m joking, by the way. The only hat I have is my own, and that’s in Texas.”

Whether he knows it or not, Tyler Owens visibly relaxed at being told that. And that sends a concerning rush through her chest. 

Something she really does not need right now, especially not with her sister and ex-boyfriend’s voice coming through the wall. A little louder now, probably an argument. 

Her head turns, staring unseeing at the ugly painting above the bed. Not really paying attention, but knowing the words would come back to her later. When she really didn’t want them to. 

Honestly, he’s barely said a word since he came in, still surprised he actually convinced himself to bring her the pizza. And now he’s sat on her bed.

Not wanting this odd little dream to disappear before he could grasp it fully. 

This woman is a wisp of smoke, the angry clouds before a tornado forms, unpredictable and dangerous. Unpredictability and danger, the two things he’s dedicated his life to.. he wouldn’t mind making her a third. 

Nudging her foot with his, he dipped his head down to finally meet her gaze. Habit from wearing the hat, the damn thing somewhere off in his periphery. 

“I have something I want to show you, if you’ll let me. It’s a hell of a lot better than anything this place has given us yet.”

“Like what?”

He doesn’t appreciate her dull tone, but knows she didn’t really mean it. Not when her gaze slowly returned to his, the fractals of guilt swimming in her eyes. 

“A home away from home for you Alpine, trust me.”

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[magoapple]

The Story of Tonight

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Word Count: 1,345

Genre: Historical au

Warnings: Not really a warning but this not historical accurate and is not about the actual historical person but the Laurens by Anthony Ramos

Summary: You've been friends with the Schuyler sisters for years and they invite you to the winter's ball. At the ball you meet eyes with John Laurens and you know you're helpless.

You always wore dresses in shades of lavender, making you a sight for all eyes. You were also born into a family of wealth as the only child. Your job was to marry rich and have children. However, you never found yourself interested in any of the men who crossed your path. Angelica told you that tonight would be different, as there was a ball for Washington and his troops.

In your normal life you weren't too acquainted with soldiers, so you gave in to her request and joined the Schuyler sisters at the ball. One big problem was you had no idea what to wear. Sure you had many gowns, but none seemed to pick your interest. That was until your fingers came across a lavender gown with white ruffles at the ends of the corset, sleeves that ended at the elbow and were adorned with the same pearly white ruffles. There were also pearls along the neckline and you knew this was the dress.

After your handmaidens helped you get dress and do your hair into a beautiful low bun with a pearl clip, you could hear the Schuyler carriage pull up to your home. Squealing, you made your way outside, curtsied at the men opening the door for you. As they did, you could see big smiles on Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy's faces. “Ladies I am truly thankful for the invitation.” Angelica smiled and shook her head while Eliza pulled you into the carriage. “Come on Y/N we don't want to be late!”

It did not take long till you all arrived at the ball and were quickly greeted by eligible, some not, men. You and Angelica were both tired of them men just trying to suck up to you two and not be true and honest. While chatting with the sisters you heard some noise and noticed Washington and his troop were now here. You paid respect and turned to curtsy when your eyes fell on a certain soldier.

He had freckles all over his face and luscious brown curly hair. It felt like your heart stopped beating and everyone was frozen. That was until Eliza tapped on your shoulder bringing you out of your trance. "Hm?"

"Y/N you were staring is everything alright?" You quickly blinked and turned to face her with a smile. "Yes, I'm fine just... Do you know who that man is." As you pointed Eliza shrugged but placed her hands on the small of your back. "No, but you should go talk to him he's cute." Before you could you answer she was already walking you towards the man.

You noticed the small group of men around him smile and back away so he could take a step forward. You felt like you couldn't speak and you needed a timer telling you when to breath in and out. All it took was one smile and a kiss on your hand from the man and you were done for. "John Laurens at your service ma'am." So that was his name, come to think of it you did hear about the Laurens and their wealth from your father but never did you think their son would be this breathtaking. "Are you going to introduce yourself m'lady?"

If you weren't embarrassed you were now as you look at his smirk ridden face. "Ah yes my apologies Y/N L/N it's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, say would you care to take this over to a less crowded area?" You nodded and laced your arm through his as you walked to a more secluded place. You felt so helpless being near John. You had just met the man yes, but you could already feel the sparks flying. "I must say I have heard of the L/N family but they never mentioned the daughter was as beautiful as I am seeing now."

You knew he had to be a flirt and you also knew your game was not the best. "Well the feeling is mutual. I don't mean to burden you, but I'm not great at communication at least not right now." John had given you look of confusion and you sighed. "Please do not laugh. When I'm near you I feel like the world has stopped and it's just us in it, like my heart is beating so fast I can't feel it."

He took your hands into his and smiled the brightest smile you had ever seen. "Y/N when I look at you I feel this sense of longing I never had before, and I do not want to let it go. I have to be honest with you, I am a soldier fighting in the war where we do not know what will happen. If I'm to court you, and if your father accepts, will you take the possibility of not knowing?"

You understand every bit of his words and held his hands tighter. "I do accept, all I ever wished for was a man who had his life planned how he wanted and was never afraid to do the unimaginable. Only request is you write to me when you can?"

"I'm not the biggest writer but for you I promise to send you letters." A beautiful smile made it way to your face and you couldn't feel any happier than now.

During the week's at war John sent you four letters, and you re read them every day. In reading them it was almost as if you could hear his voice. You learned that Eliza hit it off with Alexander Hamilton at the ball and she was also receiving letters from him. The pair was also getting married the next day.

As the day came you were excited for two things. One, your dear friend Eliza had met the love of her life, and the other was you had believed you did too. John Laurens was there at the wedding, so were the others but you only cared for him.  You knew you weren't to walk with him as the maid or honor, Angelica, and the best man, John, had to walk together. However you gladly waited for him with the same smile on your face from the first night you met.

The wedding was beautiful and so was the reception, especially because you were able to get some time with John alone. "I missed you dearly, have the soldiers been good to you?" He chuckled and moved a stray hair from your face. "Yes, even they weren't I wouldn't stop fighting for what I believe in and neither should you."

You knew what John was talking about, it wasn't like a war but you knew you would have to fight for it. See you wanted to open a library for kids of the unfortunate, where they could learn to read and write. John mentioned in a letter after you told him about how your caring nature was something he loved about you. Love, it wasn't a word you two expressed before but once he wrote it, the word and feeling became a frequent.

"I'm still in the works of convincing my father, but all can be on the side for now because I want to relish my time with you before you leave again."

"I know my dear Y/N, sadly we can't stay long after the wedding, but my dear I promise to write more than I have and I will help win this war to come back to you if you'll have me." You nodded and held his hands. "I will always wanted you John Laurens always. I'll get this library started and when you come back we can get married, have children and show them how beautiful the world can be."

John caressed your cheek and looked into your eyes deeply. "I would love nothing more than a family with you Y/N." As he was leaning in you did as well giving him a kiss goodbye hoping he'd come home to you.

[stargazefearless]

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

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

[hamilton4laurens]

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

[froggywritesstuff]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Aw thank you anon!

In order it’s probably

First is ‘Eye Fucking’ (Anthony Ramos x male!reader), either because it’s the first Anthony x reader thing I’ve done, or it’s the longest fic I’ve ever done

2 is the first chapter of ‘Rivals’ (John Laurens x fem!reader) because I remember putting so much time and effort into that, and didn’t publish it until I was really happy with it

3 is ‘Are You In?’ (Carlos Madrigal x reader) because I’m a sucker for the fake dating trope (also ✨Carlos✨)

4 is ‘Sisters For Today’ (gender fluid Camilo Madrigal) because I’d never written about anything like that before, and I could easily see myself in Camilo’s situation

5 is Beautiful (Yandere!Philip Hamilton x reader) because recently I became too obsessed with yandere characters, and this is the first yandere thing I wrote

Tysm for this anon! I really enjoyed it 💖

[chasedbyunclewalt]

I’m Right Here Anthony Ramos x sad reader

A/N- heyyyy I just lost someone and thought I could maybe write about it kind of for Anthony x the reader where the reader just lost someone and Anthony is there to comfort them I hope you guys like it! 💕

You were cleaning yours and your boyfriend Anthony’s bedroom when you felt a buzz in your back pocket. Looking at the phone you saw it was your sister/ BEST FRIEND Phillipa! “Hiiii” you excitedly answer “hey y/n,” she sighed “Pippa what’s wrong?” You asked concerned. But, right as she was about to answer you heard the door open and Anthony sweetly yell “n/n I’m home!”you asked Pippa to hold on one second while you went to kiss his cheek. “Y/n are you there?” “Yeah sorry Pippa what’s up what’s wrong?” You asked seriously, remembering where you were in the conversation. “Y/n-“ Phillipa started but got cut off by tears “Phillipa what’s wrong please tell me?” At this point Anthony was staring at you confused about what’s happening, you just shrugged at him and returned to trying to comfort your sister. “Y/n it’s mom.” She sobbed “what?” You asked shocked and definitely knowing what she meant by ‘it’s mom’. Your mother has been sick for quite awhile now and you knew deep down this would be coming soon, but that doesn’t help. “But-“ you started not knowing what to say, you could barley say anything at all you were in so much shock and pain. “Y/n I love you hon I’ll talk to you about it later, I know you need to think goodbye.” Your sister told you. You tried to answer her but it came out as more of a squeak and hitting the end call button. Turning to Anthony you saw him staring at you and you knew he heard the whole conversation. For a second he stood there looking at you trying to figure out what to do, but when you broke down crying he knew what to do. He rushed over engulfing you into a warm hug while you sobbed. “Anthony w-why “ you stuttered, he sighed and said “I don’t know baby,” kissing your head and looking down at you. He hated seeing you like this seeing you upset or sad and right now he knew you were both. “Shhhh” Anthony said petting your h/c hair and taking you to the couch so you’d be more comfortable. You quietly sobbed into his chest for awhile but honestly he didn’t mind but he knew he’d have to change soon. When your sobs stopped he look down at you and quickly kissed your head. “I’m sorry” you said to him sitting up, “don’t be baby,” Anthony replied “I know you’re upset right now you don’t have to be sorry.” You wanted to kiss him or hug him or tell him how much you appreciate him but we’re cut off by more crying. Anthony pulled you close again but this time saying “shhh y/n, shhh it’s gonna be ok we should talk about it.” You sat up again wiping your tears and agreed to talk. ((time skip)) You had finally caught your breathe. Talking to Anthony helped his soothing voice, and how he held you, also the music he turned on in the background. It reminded you of why you love him. “Anthony?” “Yes y/n?” He asked slightly smiling at you. “Thank you for everything.” “Anything for you,” he smiled even wider “and I promise I’m right here and I always will be.” “I love you.” You laughed slightly and laid on him again “I love you more,” he said starting to play with your hair “now do you wanna watch tv?”

[hamiltonimagines]

First Impressions (Part 2)

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Daveed and Y/N get off on the wrong foot and then realize they have mutual friends.

(Part 1) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Word Count: 2.6k

“Anthony, come on. What’s taking so long?” Jasmine yelled up the stairs. We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago for the rehearsal dinner, but Anthony decided he needed to change his outfit. “I’m coming” he yelled and he ran down the stairs.

We all walked out to the car and I got into the backseat. As we all buckled up, Jasmine said “I swear, if you’re late to our wedding because you decide to change your outfit, I will fight you Ramos”. I giggled to myself as they jokingly argued with each other.

We finally arrived at the venue for the rehearsal dinner and we all got out of the car. We were some of the first people to get here. We walked inside and found our table and sat down.

It was a circular table with eight seats. Jasmine and Anthony sat next to each other. I sat next to Jasmine. I looked at the name cards and saw that Daveed, the best man, was going to sit next to Anthony. The other four spots had names that I recognized as being friends of Jasmine and Anthony that I had maybe met once or twice.

Anthony excused himself to go to the bathroom. I was looking around to see if I knew anyone else. I saw both Anthony’s and Jasmine’s families and a few friends that I recognized.

Then I looked over at the bar and saw a really attractive man standing there. He had his back to me and he felt familiar. Maybe I knew him from high school or something. Then he turned to the side and I saw his face.

I choked on the water I was drinking. Jasmine quickly patted my back and took the cup away from me. “Are you okay?” She asked, after I had finished choking.

“Who is the guy over at the bar?” I asked, mentally freaking out. I recognized him as the guy who was staying in the room next door at the hotel, the one that I had yelled at.

“Oh that’s Daveed, Anthony’s best man. He’s attractive, isn’t he? He’s the one we’re setting you up with” Jasmine said, smirking at me. I felt like I was going to be sick. “Jas, please tell me you’re kidding” I said, seriously.

“No why? You can’t possibly think he’s not attractive. I mean you choked on your drink just looking at him” Jasmine replied. “No Jas you don’t get it. That’s the guy from the hotel” I told her. Jasmine laughed and then realized I wasn’t laughing with her. “Wait, you’re serious?” She asked me, looking surprised.

“Why would I make that up?” I whisper yelled at her. “Oh, well that makes things more complicated. Maybe he doesn’t remember” she said, trying to look on the bright side.

“Really? He doesn’t remember the crazy girl who banged on his door in the middle of the night and screamed at him?” I asked her, freaking out. “Well then we need to clear the tension” she said, with a mischievous smirk.

“No Jas, don’t even. What are you planning? I can’t talk to him, I can’t even look at him. I was such a jerk to him” I told her, dreading whatever she was about to do.

The smirk didn’t leave her face, she turned towards the bar and yelled “Hey Daveed”. My heart sank, this was the moment. He turned and smiled and waved at Jasmine. I wanted to hide under the table, then his gaze shifted over to my bright red face and I saw him chuckle to himself.

I lightly hit Jasmine on the arm. “Why would you do that?” He's going to hate me” I asked her, stressed out. “Relax, Daveed is an amazing guy. He’ll understand that you were just upset. But you have to talk to him” she said. “How am I going to do that?” I asked her, desperately needing her advice.

“Well he’s walking over here now” she said, smirking. I looked up, not wanting it to be true, but here he came. “I should probably start making the rounds and greeting people” Jasmine said as she stood up. “No Jas, please don’t leave me” I begged her. She smiled to herself and walked away. I was a goner, he was going to hate me.

I watched as he walked closer and closer, every step brought me closer to my fate. Where he would eventually throw a drink in my face and tell me I was a horrible person.

Soon, he was standing right in front of me. I could smell his cologne and it only made me like him more, too bad he probably hated me.

“Do you mind if I sit?” He asked, politely. Of course he was a gentleman, why did I have to yell at him? “Yes of course, er no I mean, I don’t mind. Um. Please sit” I said, terrified and messing up all my words.

“You seem a little nervous” he said, as he sat down. He had a smirk on his face, maybe he enjoyed watching squirm under the pressure. “No I’m not nervous...I don’t know what you’re talking about” I said, completely lying.

“Well I got you a drink” he said, handing me a glass of wine. “We’re strangers, you aren’t supposed to take drinks from stranger” I said. “Oh is strangers what we’re going with. We’ve never met?” He asked me with that same smirk on his face. “Yep” I said, knowing if I used long sentences there was more room for me to say something embarrassing.

“So you wouldn’t happen to have a twin sister who’s staying at the hotel down the street, would you?” He joked. “I just remembered I have to tell Jasmine something, I’ll be right back” I said, through a fake smile and then I stood up and quickly walked away to find Jasmine.

At this point, I was completely out of breath and completely freaking out. My eyes were searching the whole place to find Jasmine. Then I ran into somebody. “Oh I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going” I said, looking up at the person's face. I realized it was just Anthony.

“You okay Y/N? You seem a little freaked out” he said, sounding concerned. “Well I met Daveed” I said. “Oooo are you two hitting it off. I knew you guys were perfect for each other” Anthony teased, making kissy faces. I lightly hit his arm. “Knock it off” I told him, seriously. “Are you embarrassed cause you like him?” He asked me, smirking.

“No, Daveed is the guy from the hotel. The one I yelled at. And he’s clearly enjoying how flustered I’m getting. He totally hates me, I can’t face him” I told Anthony. “Oh shoot, Daveed is the hotel guy? That’s crazy, well you can’t avoid him all night” Anthony told me.

I knew he was right, I mean I had to sit near him at dinner and I would see him all day tomorrow at the wedding. “Well I can certainly try” I said, with a fake smile. “So if I run into your Romeo, should I tell him I saw you?” Anthony teased. “Nope, you never saw me” I said, smiling and walking away.

I was still trying to find Jasmine and she didn’t seem to be anywhere. Of course as soon as I needed to talk to her, she had seemingly disappeared.

I glanced back over toward our table and saw that Daveed was gone. Some of the other people were sitting at our table. I started to walk back over there, at least if Daveed showed up again, it wouldn’t just be us.

I sat down at the table and the guy next to me asked me “So who are you avoiding?”. I turned to look at him and realized I recognized him. “Wait...you’re Lin, right?” I asked him. “I am, have we met?” He said, looking like he almost recognized me. “I’m Jasmine’s best friend, I came to see Hamilton and she introduced me to you and the rest of the cast” I explained.

“Oh yes. You’re Y/N, right?” He asked, sounding unsure. “Yep that’s me” I said, smiling. “Sooo, I’ve seen you running around the whole venue. Who are you avoiding? An ex-boyfriend?” He asked. “No no, not quite. But I am avoiding someone. It’s a long story” I said, politely.

“Well we’ve got a few minutes until they bring out the food” he said, smirking. “Well since you’re from Hamilton, you know Daveed, right?” I asked him, already knowing the answer. “Yeah, Diggs is one of my best friends” he replied.

“So the night that I saw Hamilton, he was sick and his understudy took over. So I had never met him and I didn’t know what he looked like, but Jas and Ant have been telling me for years that they’re going to set me up with this Daveed guy. They told me he was the best man. So last night at my hotel, there was this rap music playing in the room next door. It kept waking me up and I was cranky from the plane ride so I may have banged on the door and yelled at this poor guy next door. So I felt bad later, but I thought I’d never see him again. Then, I show up with Jas and Ant tonight and who do I see at the bar? The guy from the hotel. So, I ask Jas who he is and she says oh yeah that’s Daveed. Then, he got me cornered by myself and I ran away, lying and saying I had to tell Jas something. And I’ve been avoiding him since” I said, rambling on.

“Woah that’s a lot to unpack” Lin said, laughing. “So that is who I’ve been avoiding” I said, with a sarcastic smile. “I can’t blame you, but Daveed is a really cool guy. If you explained why you yelled, he’d be really understanding” Lin told me. “Yeah that’s what everyone keeps saying” I said.

“Well what’s stopping you from believing it?” He asked me. “Maybe fear of him hating me and our fighting ruining Jas and Ant’s wedding” I explained. “Daveed is the most understanding guy I know, trust me” Lin said, and I couldn’t help but want to believe him.

Then I heard Jasmine talking in a microphone. I turned and saw her, standing on a little stage. “Hello everybody, the food is about to come out, so if you could all please take your seats. Thank you” she said, kindly and then put down the microphone.

Then, Jasmine and Anthony came to sit down. “So did you talk to him yet” Jasmine asked me, as she sat down. “Um I may have panicked and ran away. But that’s only cause you ditched me” I told her.

“You have to talk to him at some point. The maid of honor and best man walk down the aisle together at the wedding” Anthony pointed out. “He’s got a point” Lin said. I turned to face Lin. “I liked you better when you were giving me advice, not taking their side” I joked. Lin held up his hands, like he was surrendering.

I felt someone lightly place their hand on my shoulder as they walked by. I turned slightly and saw it was Daveed, as he walked to his seat next to Anthony. We made eye contact and he winked at me. I felt my face turn bright red. I turned to Lin, that way I wasn’t facing Daveed and he wouldn’t see me blushing.

Lin was busy trying to laugh at how embarrassed I got. Then the waiters all came out of the kitchen and gave everyone their food.

All throughout dinner, I could feel Daveed watching me. I’m pretty sure my cheeks were red the whole time. Every time I met his gaze, he would smirk or smile at me.

We had all just finished dessert, but everyone was still sitting at their tables. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I had been watching my every move around him and it was really draining. I needed to go somewhere and just be able to breathe.

Jasmine was currently telling a story, so I leaned toward Lin and whispered “I’ll be right back”. I got up quickly and rushed out of the main ballroom space that we were in.

I walked into the bathroom that was in the lobby. I reapplied my lipstick and just tried to focus and breathe.

After a few minutes, I walked out of the bathroom and I jumped when I saw someone sitting on the couch in the lobby. I quickly realized it was Daveed.

“Oh god” I mumbled under my breath, and instantly I felt tense and worried. “Hey I was just coming to check if you were okay” he said, genuinely. “Yes, I mean...um...I’m okay” I said, my hands were visibly shaking at this point.

“Do I really make you that nervous?” He asked me, stepping closer and holding my hands still. I froze and every escape plan was running through my head, trying to find a way to get out of this situation before I embarrassed myself.

I came up with no grand escape plan. I had absolutely nothing, so I just stood there frozen. Why could I not come up with anything to say?

“Can you please talk to me? I can’t read your mind” he joked. I couldn’t help but smile because of his joke. “There’s a smile, that’s a start” he said, smiling.

“I really need to go” I pleaded, trying to avoid what would turn into an awkward conversation. I tried to pull my hands out of his, but he wouldn’t let me. “Y/N, please don’t run off. I just want to talk” he said, kindly.

“How do you know my name?” I asked, caught off guard. He started to blush a little and chuckled to himself. “Anthony and Jasmine have been telling me about this stunning girl that I had to meet. They’ve been trying to set me up with her for a while” he said, honestly.

I instantly felt like my face was on fire when I realized he was talking about me. “They may have mentioned you too” I said, quietly. “Oh come on, don’t leave me hanging? What did they say about me?” Daveed asked. “They said you were very attractive and they talked about how we were made for each other” I replied, the last part just slipping out.

“Well do you agree?” He asked, quietly. He took another step forward while still holding my hands. Before I knew it, I had leaned in and his lips were on mine. I don’t know what made me do it. But here I was cupping his face and kissing him like my life depended on it.

Then I realized how wrong this was. This was a guy that already hated me for yelling at him and now here I was, kissing him because I had no impulse control. I pulled away, waiting for him to scream at me. “Y/N” he said, cautiously.

And here it was the moment where he tells me that he’s not interested, and then the wedding is super awkward. The only I wanted was to prevent that moment from happening.

I took a few steps backwards and then quickly ran back into the ballroom, without saying a word to him. I couldn’t believe that I could never seem to do the right thing when it came to Daveed.

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[meepmoopfanfics]

you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game

Daveed Diggs x Reader

I’m thinking of making this an extensive fan fiction on your journey to becoming a member of the first post-COVID recast of Hamilton where they bring back the OBC principals for one month only. It’s going to go by slowly because I’m really attentive to detail. 

Chapter 1

You had been working your ass off for months to prepare for your final Hamilton audition. You went in, nailed it, and pretty much nailed the singing, except for when they had you sing for a potential Maria Reynolds alternate. You had already known the show by heart from fangirling over every single Hamilton Slime Tutorial available on Youtube and the internet as well as the new HD movie on Disney Plus. You suffered long hours in the gym building your stamina and endurance for this. Your agent told you you would be hearing back from casting today at 2:00-3:00 pm sharp if you were hired. This was it. Your chance for Broadway. They were recasting the entire cast. You were 1/50 being considered to fill the 5 women ensemble parts, as well as women swings roles. 

You look down at your phone which displays the OBC Hamilton cast’s Vogue centerfold shoot photo. Of course it was zoomed in on Daveed Diggs to the left, grabbing his nuts, looking like a hot, charismatic, gentleman. It was your life goal to meet this man someday.

2:43 PM

“Fuck…” you said out loud to yourself. You were all alone in your closet sized studio apartment. You began pacing. You were browsing Youtube on your Apple TV, listening to your favorite Broadway songs that had nothing to do with Hamilton to ease your nerves. Your green urban outfitters tank top was drenched in sweat in the underarms. Your anxiety was skyrocketing. You thought about your ex who you recently broke up with and wish you had him to comfort you through this terrifying time. 

You finished scream singing Suddenly Seymour and looked back down at your phone.

2:48PM

It was getting bleak. It didn’t seem like this was going to happen for you. You began to spiral, beginning to feel your throat tensing up, your heart falling into your gut, feeling your soul shattered, you worked so hard and this is what you were going to have to live with for the rest of your li—

“LAFAYETTE! I’m taking this horse by the reigns making redcoats redder with bloodstains!”

Your head couldn’t process that your phone, which you made sure wasn’t on silent and turned up to the max so you wouldn’t miss a call, was ringing with a random number on it. You’ve seen the number so many times before from your agency calling for normal check-ins. 

“LAFAYETTE! And I’m never gonna stop until I see em drop and—“

“Hello?”

“Hi! Y/N?”

“Yes this is she!”

“This is Jenny. Where are you at right now?” “I’m in my apartment in the heights! Simply pacing waiting to hear back from casting.” You nervous giggled, putting on your most professional voice. You had personally asked your agent to call you either way based on what casting had to offer or not.

“Well Y/N I have some news for you... I I think you may want to sit down to hear this.”

Your heart sank back down. You felt tears rushing to your tear ducts. Heat rushed over your face and you began to shake as a panic attack began settling in.

“Okay I’m sitting. Is everything okay? Was the feedback negative?”

“Y/N… how’d you like to make your Broadway debut as The Bullet?”

Your whole world stopped.

“Are you joking right now?”

“Of course not. This is one of the happiest calls I’ve ever made as an agent. I know how badly you wanted this and we’re all so happy for you.”

You begin to scream and cry and laugh all at the same time. 

“Y/N? Are you okay? Are you laughing or crying? Or both?”

“I’m so happy I can’t even breathe!” You exclaimed. 

“You’ll be starting rehearsals on Monday morning at the Richard Rogers. Wanna know something else really cool?”

“What?”

“The principals for the first month of shows will be from the OBC. Lin Manuel, Anthony Ramos, All three Schuyler sisters, Christopher Jackson, Daveed Diggs, Oak-“

“I’m sorry… WHAT” you screamed. 

Jenny laughed a huge belly laugh. You began to dance around your apartment alone, stomping your feet on your hard wood floor. You’d be sure to be getting a noise complaint from the elderly couple that lived in the apartment below you.

“Yes! Daveed is coming back.”

“I’m in, I’m so in.”

“I’ll send you the details as soon as I’m done. We’re so proud of you and will be there for you debut on president’s day!”

You dropped your phone onto the floor. You didn’t even look or check to see if it was cracked. You could afford a new one anyway. Broadway salary? And Hamilton for that matter?!?

And you were going to be your dream role, making your Broadway debut, with Daveed Diggs right at your side. Daveed Diggs was going to know your name.

You already started writing what your Instagram caption was going to say for your debut post…

You had to call your parents and all of your best friends. This was the start of something new.

[glorysalazar]

ok but

what if Alexander had cheated on Eliza with Laurens and when everyone found out he was so disgusted with himself and so sad and angry (even though it was obviously not his fault) and just felt so fucking bad that he ended up commiting suicide

and then Alex would realize he had lost the two people he cared about the most in the entire world because he had fucked up

[potter-imagines]

Because my heart was broken when my little cinnamon roll lost):

- Daizy xx

[mythomagicannabeth]

lin-manuel miranda show lines that i relate to

“i never win shit”

“hey guys it’s me, the biggest disappointment you know”

“SIDDOWN JOHN YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER”

“hamilton sit down”

“i can never be satisfied”

“a mess she looked pathetic”

“ive never seen this much money in my life”

“i disagree”

“actually, it said us navy”

“talk less” “im sorry what” "shut up, go home and pull your damn pants up"

[yourneighborhoodhamiltrash]

Accepted (Anthony Ramos x Sister!Reader)

Summary: You get into your dream college and tell your brother and friends

Words: 819

Warnings: horrible writing

a/n: i woke up to the news that i got into this really great art school to study filmmaking for my sophomore year. it’s not quite usc and this fic is crap, and i’ll probably delete it later, but i’m super excited and decided to write a ‘lil something.

Your heart pounded so hard that you swore that you could hear it. You made your way to the RIchard Rodgers Theater with your backpack bouncing behind you as you ran. You snaked your way backstage where you saw your brother laughing at something Daveed said.

“Hey (Y/N)! What are you doing here?” Anthony asked, giving you a hug. Unable to form words, you dragged him with you to the dressing room of the Schuyler sisters. Jazzy turned to you and your brother in confusion, similar to Renee and Pippa. You put your backpack down on the small couch and pulled out an envelope that read “University of Southern California”.

“It just came in,” You said, hardly able to breathe. While Anthony found his passion in performing on stage, you found yours behind the camera. Making movies was something you’ve loved since you were a kid, and having the chance to study it was insane to you. Anthony knew just how nervous you were about getting the letter. Despite his and the rest of the Hamilton company’s reassuring comments that you’d get in, you still felt the anxiety and worry that you weren’t good enough.

Soon after your brother and Jasmine, who you met during their first few months of dating and instantly clicked with, convinced you to meet the rest of the cast, you became friends with them. You confided and spent several movie nights with Pippa, Renee, and Jasmine. You had karaoke nights with Daveed, Lin, Oak, and Anthony. You constantly messed with and talked to Leslie and Chris. You were practically family to them.

When they heard of your plans to apply to the prestigious college to follow your dreams, they were ecstatic. They all helped with the short film you had to submit- some acting, some as moral support, and Lin off screen with the writing. Yet, you were still beyond nervous to hear the results of your hard work.

They looked at you and walked closer in interest. “Well?” Renee voiced.

“I- Well, I’ve been too nervous to check.”

“C’mon (Y/N), they’d be idiots to not take you.” Jasmine said, encouraging you to open it. You felt your brother squeeze your shoulder reassuringly.

“You’ve got this, kid.”

You carefully tore the envelope open and took the letter out.

Dear (Y/N) Ramos,

I am pleased to inform you that you have been accepted for admission to the University of Southern California School of the Cinematic Arts.

Your mouth dropped open as you read the first sentence.

“Oh my god,” You said in a whisper. “I got in.”

“You got in,” Jasmine repeated in a stronger voice.

“I got in.”

“Oh my- (Y/N), I am so proud of you!” Pippa was beaming while you stood in absolute shock.

“My sister’s going to USC!” Anthony yelled out, engulfing you into a hug. The girls joined in, everyone screaming and freaking out about the news as you stood, still processing what was happening.

You turned as you heard a knock on the door. It opened to reveal Daveed and Lin standing outside.

“What’s with the screaming?” Daveed asked. Your brother and friends looked to you.

“I got in,” You paused, your voice becoming more confident as a smile spread across your face, “I got into USC.”

They ran into hug you. The next several moments were consumed with yells of congratulations and hugs.

“We’re so proud of you!”

“I knew you could do it!”

“Our ‘lil (Y/N) is all grown up!”

Before you knew it, Jon, Oak, Chris, and Leslie were in the room as well screaming.

Later that night, you were joined by the cast for a celebratory dinner and movie night. As the movie played, most of the people cramped in the apartment were fast asleep. You looked to your brother who was wide awake with a sleeping Jasmine in his arms. He met your eyes and smiled.

“I’m going to miss you a lot.”

“I’m going to miss you and all these nerds a hell of a lot too. I mean it’s across the country.”

“But, you’re going to do so great. I’m so proud of you. I knew you had it in you, and I’m so freakin’ proud of you.”

“Thanks, Ant.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You looked back at the movie. His eyes remained on you, smile still on his face. You had been there for him whenever he needed. You supported him in everything he did and watched every show that you could. All he could do at the fact that you were getting a chance to live your dream was smile, just as he did. Words couldn’t begin to explain the pride that he felt. Sure, he was in Hamilton, but no matter how many awards he won through the show, nothing could compare to how proud he was of your accomplishment.

You made it.

[hamiltontrashaccount]

Promise Me: Part 8 (Anthony Ramos x Reader)

asdfghjkl its pretty long i really hope you guys enjoy <3

Word Count: 4050

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: cursing, some making out, fight between siblings

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

MASTERLIST

You wished you could say that you didn’t act weird around Ant after Phillipa’s revelation. But you did; and you hated that. Anthony never gave you any reason to not trust him. But Phillipa wouldn’t lie to you. And neither would Anthony. Gah. Just talk to him. You thought to yourself.

But what if what Phillipa said was true? What if he just wanted a casual relationship, and when he was bored of you, he threw you away? What if he cheats on you? What if-

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” Ant asked, the first time you’d let those thoughts into your head around him. You were able to evade answering that first time, but the next time your head got stuck in those thoughts, Anthony called you out again.

He pulled you tighter into his chest and started rubbing circles on your arm, like he was trying to coax the answer out of you. Phillipa was busy for that day, so you were able to finally visit Anthony’s apartment. Usually, this would be a big step in a relationship, but with all this anti-Anthony talk from Phillipa, it was hard to enjoy this new step in the relationship.

You shook your head, trying to comfort him, but the frown remained on your face. He asked if you were okay and this time you answered with words. Just not the words that you were trying to make come out of your mouth. These words weren’t good at all.

“What happened with Marisol?”

You could feel every muscle in Anthony’s body tense. “Who- Why-” he sighed. “Pippa told you about her, huh?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “So… What happened?”

“What did Phillipa tell you?”

“I- I’d rather hear your story first.”

“Why? So you can see if it matches her story?”

You didn’t answer his question. That was why you wanted to hear his story before you told him hers; if you told him what Phillipa said, then he would say the exact opposite of what she said, and defend himself. You wanted the full truth.

He sighed again. “I understand. Phillipa’s your sister and we’ve only been dating barely a month. You’ll trust her first.”

“Ant-”

“Y/N, its okay, don’t worry.” He gave you a peck on your lips and gave a weak smile. “So, Marisol… We… dated, I guess.” He takes a deep breath. “She was Pippa’s friend, and she really liked me. She always asked me out on dates, but I didn’t really like her. She was gorgeous, and she had an amazing personality, but we just didn’t click.”

“Yeah, that happens.” You said.

He continued. “So Pippa came and talked to me, told me to just go out on one date with her. She said Marisol would probably stop bothering me if I went on at least one date, and if I didn’t like her after that, then she would leave me alone. So I did. We went out, it was fine, but I still didn’t like her like that. And then a couple days after the date, she asked me if I wanted to have a casual relationship. I’d never had one before, because I’m a relationship guy, but we were both single and I was too busy for a real relationship. And I was horny. I’m not afraid to admit that.”

He gives you a look, asking if he should continue. When you nod your head yes, he does. “So we have sex pretty much every night. I didn’t kick her out after each “appointment”, because I’m not an asshole, so we hung out. It was becoming a friends with benefits type of thing. And she assured me she didn’t still have romantic feelings for me, so I believed her. Then in comes another girl. And I like her, in the romantic way. We went out a couple times and I really liked her, so I told Marisol that I wanted to stop our relationship. And… she gets pissed at me. She starts screaming and throwing stuff at me, telling me that I was a piece of shit because I was leading her on. I probably should’ve said no from the beginning. But we’re both adults, so when she said she didn’t like me romantically, I believed her. I think we were old enough to know when we should speak up about how we feel about things. A couple days later, we’re rehearsing for a show, and Pippa comes at me. She hit- we argued in front of everyone.”

“I’m sorry, she what?”

“Nothing, we just argued.”

“Did you say she hit you?” Your voice cracked. “She- She doesn’t do that. She’s never done that, how could she-”

“Y/N, its okay. It’s okay.” He said, attempting to calm you down. “She- It was just one hit, okay? It was fine.”

You shook your head, wanting to argue with him. It wasn’t okay. Nobody should ever get hit, male or female.

“She hit me, just once, and we started arguing in front of everyone. For a while the tension between us was really unbearable, and it was affecting the way we acted on stage, and then that started affecting the entire show. It was either we get over it, or one of us leaves. And Pippa really didn’t want to, said she couldn’t. Now that I look back on it, I think she claimed she needed to stay because of you.”

“Me?”

“Your obsession with Lin.” He smirked, attempting to break the tension, but you weren’t having it. “I talked to her, and we agreed to act professional. And then we started acting more normal with each other, almost like we did before Marisol. But I knew she still hated me. I know she still does.” He seemed sad at this. “We were good friends before all that. I really considered her like a sister.”

“Ant, I’m so sorry. All of that… That’s so horrible.” You threw our arms around his neck and held him close. He hugged you back and neither of you said anything for a while.

Anthony was the first to pull away. “I’m okay now, Y/N.” His hands make their way up to your body until his hands cup your face. “I have you.” He leans in, as slow as he can, until his soft lips reach yours. He gives you small open mouthed kisses until your panting for more.

“Anthony,” you moaned, trying to deepen the kiss.

He wastes no time giving you what you want. He deepens the kiss, and soon his tongue finds its way into your mouth. The kiss is hot and sexy.

Then all of a sudden, a phone rings. Its Anthony’s.

You groaned. “Let it go to voicemail.”

Anthony was perfectly fine with that. He goes back to kissing you until the phone start ringing again. He breaks away. “Let me just tell them to fuck off.”

You nodded in agreement and he answered the phone.

“It’s Oak.” Anthony mouthed to you. He listens on the phone for a moment. His eyes glance over at you before he says, outloud, “Me and Y/N are actually hanging out right now, so...” You can hear Oak’s voice through the phone though you can’t hear what he’s saying. “I’m not whipped, shut up.” Anthony laughed.

“Shut up, Oak.” You shouted.

You could hear Oak’s laughter.

“No, she’s not holding my balls somewhere in her apartment.”

“Not yet, at least.”

Anthony made a choking sound and Oak laughed again. After a beat, Anthony hung up the phone and turns back to you.

“What did Oak want?” You asked, caressing Anthony’s face.

He smiled lazily and said, “He invited me to some party.”

You frowned. “You could’ve gone.”

He kisses your frown away. “I’d rather be alone with you.”

You smiled, and you and Anthony continued your previous makeout, with no more interruptions.

Now, everything Phillipa did annoyed you. She was your sister; of course you would love her above everyone else. But just the thought of her being so callous and cruel about the man that you really and truly cared about was enough to entice the argumentative side of you. And ever since she admitted the reason for why she distrusted Anthony so much, she’d been taking more hits towards Anthony, and eventually Oak and Daveed. You knew if she did it again, you’d probably blow up.

One day, only two weeks after Anthony told you his side, you and Phillipa were having a regular conversation about things you’d been doing that week, when you casually mentioned something that you and Anthony did.

“I didn’t realize you and Anthony were hanging out so often.”

“Yeah. He’s my friend. Of course we’re hanging out.”

Phillipa shook her head. “He shouldn’t be your only friend.”

“He’s not. I have Oak, and Daveed, and-”

“I think you spend too much time with the boys.”

“Well, yeah. They’re like my best friends.”

“They shouldn’t be. They’re way older than you-”

“You’re just as old as they are.” You interrupt but she continues like she can't hear you.

“And they aren’t the best people. They're untrustworthy, they can really be quite rude when they want to be-”

“Why, because they supported Anthony after that whole Marisol shit?”

Phillipa stopped herself abruptly. “That whole Marisol shit? That whole “Marisol shit” ruined my best friend, Y/N. She hasn’t trusted anybody since then. She’s been miserable, because of what Anthony did to her.”

“He-”

“No. Not only that, but Oak and Daveed took his side.” Her voice cracked. “How could they take his side when he ruined her?”

“Anthony didn’t do anything!”

“I told you what he did!”

“No! You gave me Marisol’s twisted version of everything!”

“What twisted version? You mean the truth?”

“No, I mean Marisol’s twisted version of the story. That isn’t what happened!”

“What? Did you ask Anthony for his side of the story? He’s lying to you, Y/N. It’s what he does best.”

“He wasn’t lying.”

“Oh, I see. You trust Anthony over your own sister, is that right?”

“No, Philli-”

“No, that’s fine. Go ahead and trust that asshole-”

“Don't call him that!”

“I can call him whatever I damn well please-”

“No, you can’t! You act like you haven’t fucked up before, Phillipa. I’ve seen all your fuckups, okay? So don’t act like your righteous enough to criticize other people and call them names.”

“I know I’m not righteous enough. But at least I’m not fucked up enough to mess with people’s emotions.”

“Oh, get the fuck over yourself, Phillipa.”

She goes silent for a moment. “You’re not allowed to see them anymore.”

“Huh?”

“Daveed, Oak, Anthony. I was fine with you seeing them when they weren’t changing you into a selfish... person. But now that I see that they have, you’re not allowed to see them.”

“You cannot tell me who I can and can’t see, Phillipa. So get. The fuck. Over yourself.”

“You’re living under my roof, so yes I can tell you what you can do. Especially when you’re acting like a child about it. And I say you cannot see any of those men. Do you understand me?”

“So you’re saying that as long as I’m living in your apartment, I have to abide by your ridiculous rules.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Okay, then. Bye.” You said, standing up. You walked to your room and Phillipa followed.

“Bye?”

You stayed silent as you packed up a few days worth of clothes. If Phillipa wanted to act like this, then you would leave.

“Y/N, what the hell does bye mean?”

When your bag was zipped up, you finally answered her. “It means I’m not gonna live under your roof anymore.”

You slipped on some shoes and walked out of your room. After dropping your set of keys by the door, you walked out into the hallway and pushed the elevator button. Phillipa, still barefoot, followed you inside.

“Y/N, you’re not leaving.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Stop acting so childish. Get back inside.” she said when you stepped foot outside.

You hailed down a taxi, and refused to answer her. Sure, to her it all might’ve seemed childish, but you weren’t going to tolerate her acting like such a… bitch towards the people you loved. And you did. You loved Oak and Daveed and Anthony. Those boys made you so happy. Happier than you’d ever been in your life. The same way that you’d never let anyone trash talk your sister, you’d never let anyone trash talk those boys.

A cab stopped in front of you and you stepped in. Right before you could close the door, Phillipa grabbed it.

“Y/N.”

“Stop!”

She took a step back and you used that opportunity to close the door. The driver, thankfully, didn’t wait until you gave him an address to drive.

When he finally did ask for one, you gave him the address of the only person you could stand to be around when your emotions were on the fritz.

You gave him Anthony’s address.

Anthony was already waiting outside his apartment building since you texted him in the cab.

The moment you saw him you broke down crying. The cab driver looked at you then said, “You're having a bad day. Just hand me a 20 and you can leave.”

You mumbled a thanks and have him the money. You were glad that he asked for only $20; the fee was almost $40 and all you had was two 10s and a 5.

When you got out, Anthony hugged you close to him.

He dragged you inside to his apartment, saying nothing and just rubbing your arms.

Once inside, both of you sat on the couch. “She… she told me I couldn't be with you guys anymore. And then she kept saying all these things. How you guys were untrustworthy and selfish and she called you an asshole and-”

“Baby, breathe. It's okay, it's okay.”

You broke down crying. When your tears started flowing more slowly, Anthony pointed at your bag.

“Plan on staying over?” He smirked.

You giggled, some of the tension leaving your body.

Anthony didn’t question why you were at his house so late. He just opened his arms and his door and let you in so you knew you owed him a proper explanation. You told him what happened.

“Y/N, don’t distance yourself from your sister. I know you love her.”

“I do, but I’m not going to let her talk shit about you guys.”

“Its okay. We’ve all kinda gotten used to her not liking us.”

“Anthony… No. If she’s gonna hate you guys, fine. But I will not be there to hear her.”

Anthony sighed. “You need to go talk to her.”

“I tried-”

“No, not about us. About you guys. Tell her that you appreciate her concern, but that you're old enough to make your own decisions. Pippa does try to baby you, and I think you’re old enough to handle the consequences of what you do. This all wouldn’t have happened if you guys would have talked.”

“I know, but...” You didn’t have anything else to say. Neither of you talked, and Anthony just held you.

An hour later, Anthony ordered Chinese food to eat. The conversations during the meal were funny and light-hearted, and it didn’t take long for your anger to lessen.

After you both finished eating, Anthony turned on some music; a slow song. Anthony grabbed you and pulled you close to him. He started swaying to the beat of the song, and you followed suit.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and it was quiet and peaceful for the remainder of the song.

When the song changed, another slow song, Anthony spoke.

“I’ve never felt like this about anybody before.” His voice was soft and he sounded almost scared. “You… You make me happy. And not, like, a regular type of happy.” He chuckled. “That makes no sense. What the hell is a regular type of happy? But… When I’m with you, it's like I’ve achieved nirvana. I feel so blissful, and everything is amazing. I’m just… Happy.”

You smiled. It took you awhile before you spoke, because Anthony’s words had left you speechless.

He mistook this silence as hesitation. “You don’t have to say anything back, I just wanted to let you know how I was feeling. I don’t want you to feel obligated-”

“Anthony, I feel the same way.”

He let out a breath and smiled.

“I don’t think I can really compete with what you said. It’s all exactly the way I feel.” You laughed. “That’s it, that’s my declaration of love. “Ditto”.”

Anthony was quiet, and when you looked up, he was smirking.

“What?”

“I never said the “L” word.”

Your face turned red, but you didn’t back down. When he spewed all his feelings out to you, you felt it in that moment: Love. You loved him. Loved him as a friend, as a boyfriend, as something more. You were in love.

“I love you.” The words spilled out of both of your mouths at the same time. Neither of you could help the laughter and giggles that fell out.

And then you both were kissing each other, nobody coming up for air.

Phillipa was freaking out. She had no idea where you went after you stormed out. Well… she had an idea.

You were most likely with any one of the guys. She called her fiance, Steven to help her.

“Did you try calling them?”

“No...”

“I know you don’t want to think she’s with them. But that’s the only likely place.”

She decided he was right, and first rang Daveed.

“I haven’t spoken to either of them since yesterday.” He answered.

Next was Anthony. He didn’t pick up.

She called Oak and he answered with the answer she’d been hoping to hear.

“Yeah, she’s over here. She seemed pretty upset.”

“Did she tell you what happened?”

“No...”

Phillipa sighed. “I hope its okay that she’s over there...”

“Of course, she’s welcome any time.”

The conversation ended there. Steven held Phillipa as she cried, trying to figure out how she was going to fix the problems she started.

“I told her you were with me.”

You and Anthony looked at each other. “I’m sorry, Oak.” You mumbled.

It seemed like everyone was always lying for the both of you.

“It’s fine. I just… I think you both need to come clean already. You’re just together, it’s not anything illegal.”

“I know...”

Anthony spoke with Oak for a while longer before hanging up.

“We should tell her.”

“Anthony, I promised.”

“Promised what?”

“That I wouldn’t get involved with you romantically. And I broke my promise. I broke it!”

“Babe, it’s fine, it’s okay.”

“I can’t tell her… Not yet. I have to wait until we’re okay again. If I tell her now, she’ll never trust me again.”

“Babe-”

“Anthony, I swear, I will. But when everything is alright again. Even if she doesn’t accept it. I’ll tell her.”

He swept the hair away from your face, and kissed you.

You both fell asleep on the couch, the tv playing in the background.

Anthony was the first to wake up. He normally didn’t wake up on his own; his alarm clock would wake him. Except this wasn’t an alarm clock. This was a banging on his front door.

He got up slowly, trying not to wake you. You’d had a long night last night, and he wanted to make sure you got enough rest.

He usually didn’t get anybody to his apartment so early; actually, nobody ever came this early. WHat time was it? He didn’t even know.

He opened the door and almost shrieked. He immediately closed the door, making sure that all that could be seen was his face and nothing inside.

“Phillipa!” He shouted loudly, hoping that you’d wake up and hide.

“Hi Anthony.” She said, softly.

“Wha- uh… What are you doing here so early?”

Her brows furrowed. “Early? It’s noon. I was going to see if you wanted a ride to the theater.”

“Oh, uh… Um, I guess?”

“I just… With everything that’s been happening and has happened, maybe it's time we… call a truce?”

“Uh, yeah, no, I agree.” And then it clicked. Phillipa wanted them to make up. To put everything that happened behind them. If everything went well, they’d be friends again and when you finally told her about you guys, she’d be okay with it. Because she’d trust him again. “Give me five minutes.”

“Alright, how about I just wait inside?”

“Oh, of course. Yeah, you can wait inside.” He started yelling again, hoping that you heard him now and woke up to hide. He opened the door really slow and let Phillipa inside.

He turned slowly to the sofa and… you weren’t there. He let out the breath he’d been holding and said, “I’ll go get dressed now.”

He rushed into his bedroom. You were sitting on his bed, his quilt wrapped around yourself.

“Anthony, what the fuck?” You whisper-yelled.

“I don’t know, she just showed up.”

“I woke up to go pee and then all of a sudden I hear Philli’s voice.”

Anthony was ripping off his t-shirt and throwing another one on.

“Where are you going?”

“She offered to drive me.”

“Phillipa?” You said, a little too loudly.

“Shhhh… Yes, her.”

You shook your head. “That’s weird.” A gasp. “This is good! If she starts liking you now, then when we finally tell her, she’ll be okay with it.”

He smiled. “I know, babe.” He walked up to you, grabbed your face and gave you a passionate kiss. He pulled away, and whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You both kissed one more time, and it didn’t take long for Anthony to leave after that.

“It was so awkward.” Anthony said to Daveed. “I mean… We tried to talk, but everything just died before it got anywhere.”

“Give it some time, you guys spent how long not talking to each other. Now you are. It’ll get there.” Daveed said. “Also, she talked to me this morning. Even gave me a bagel she bought before you guys got here.”

Anthony shook his head. “I like that she’s trying to make things right, but why now?”

“What did Pippa and Y/N fight about?”

“It had something to do with us. You, me, Oak.”

Daveed shrugged. “Then that’s it. I’m pretty sure Phillipa realized that if she isolates us, she isolates her.”

Anthony nodded his head, agreeing. “Yeah, that makes perfect sense.”

“Just play your cards right, bro. Maybe you guys will be cool before you and Y/N tell her about you guys.”

Anthony agreed.

The show that night was good, but Anthony couldn’t wait to get back to his apartment to see you. But when he got home, instead of finding you in his bed, he found a note.

Hey, I went to go talk to Philli. If things end well, see you tomorrow. If they don’t, see you later ;)

Anthony smiled at the note, and plopped down on his bed. He hoped things ended well. No… He knew things would end well. You and him were meant to be together.

You knocked on the apartment door, and, as if she was standing by the door, Phillipa swung it open. She threw herself at you, kissing you all over your face.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” Her tears fell onto your shoulder. “I’m going to make everything good again, I swear.”

“Philli- I can’t breathe.”

“Oh, sorry, sorry.” She said, chuckling. “I missed you.” She ran her fingers down your face. 

“It was only one day.”

“Well… One day and a night.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I guess we should talk?” She said, stepping aside so you could walk inside.

“There’s really nothing to talk about. You know what you did wrong. I know what I did wrong. It won’t happen again.”

She was nodding her head. “I completely agree. It won’t.” She brought her hands up to your face again. “Everything will be perfect.”

You silently agreed with her. Everything would be perfect.

[wwonder-landd]

From Kitchen to Couple

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Female Reader

Warnings: like maybe two swears, nothing bad just the S word, yikes im sorry for that Preview: The reader meets Anthony again. This time it’s in a new place, at a new time. 

Y/S/N is your sisters name, but if u dont have one just IMAGINE Masterlist | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Three weeks later, Monday, 7:02am

Waking up at the sound of your alarm was going to take some getting used to, as you had gotten so accustomed to lazily sliding out of bed around 9am to go see a new country on your recent school holiday. 

Getting up and grabbing a pair of light wash skinny jeans and a pale yellow sweater, you went into the bathroom for a quick shower and then dried your hair and changed into today’s outfit. 

After much of a struggle to get your bag packed for classes today, you left all your books and pencil cases shoved under your bed before the trip. Finally prepared you walked back into the small bathroom and looked in the mirror and brushed your hair and teeth before spraying on perfume. 

Grabbing your phone and seeing a new text and some notifications. You open the text first. 

Y/S/N hey, hope you landed safe. mom didn’t want you to worry, but she said that you left something here before you left? like a journal of some sort? i wasn’t sure.

Quickly grabbing your bag and shuffling through it, then checking your carry on you realized what exactly you had forgotten. Shit and it’s not a journal, well it is. You use that book as a journal and a planner, and it’s super important to you especially on a day that your already thrown for a loop. To not have your journal would cause mass destruction!

Not exactly mass destruction, 10:00am

Walking into your first class of the day; advanced level two music history. 

Trust me, it’s more exciting than you might think. Learning why things were the way they were had always excited you, from being little when they main question is always “Why?” to learning to derive the Pythagorean theorem in ninth grade algebra. You always liked knowing why.

A cause your mother would say. “There’s a cause for everything, everyone you meet, every way you react and every person you meet, there’s a reason.”

Those words deeply resonated with you. You figured because your mother had said them so much over the years. Now at your bright age of twenty-one, you still wanted to know the cause of things. She said that’s probably why you’re going for a doctorate in music, to be able to know why everything about music is how it is. 

Y/N can she send it to the dorm or something? i really need it 

You messaged your sister about your journal after remembering you had rushed out earlier today to get to class. Now that class was over you could head to the cafe for some lunch or work on some work from music history. You did have a paper to write and figured on walking to the cafe to eat something while starting it. 

Out of class, 1:00pm

“A large hot mocha, with no whip please. Hm, also can I get a grilled cheese?” 

“Sure, your total is $6.47. Oh, debit or credit?” 

“Debit please, thank you.” 

“It’ll be out shortly. Thank you for coming.” The girl behind the counter had said. 

“Wait, I know you from somewhere don’t I?” She said, as you began to walk away. This caused you to turn around. 

“Um I don’t know. You do look familiar.” 

“The kitchen!” 

“Pardon?” You said, truly not knowing what had caused her to yell at you.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just, that’s where we met, the community kitchen. I’m Jasmine, you met me and Anthony that night.”

It all suddenly clicked in your head, you had met her when you met Anthony, but hadn’t seen them since before break.

“Hey Anthony, come out here.” 

“Jas, you know my post is in the kitchen, not the counter.” You heard a familiar voice say, before seeing his hair up in a hairnet and piled on his head inside said net. 

“Oh, hey Y/N! Wait hang on.” You smiled and waved, quite awkwardly you thought, as he turned and walked back into the kitchen. “I believe this is yours,” he said as he came out with a plate and a coffee in hand. 

“Yeah that’s me, thank you both. I have a paper for music theory to write.”

“Music theory? What’s your major?” Jasmine asks, 

“Music, I worked on a few small Broadway productions.” 

“Wait, how old are you?” Anthony asked, now jumping in the conversation.

“I’m twenty-one, and I’m here to get a doctorate degree in music. The goal is big Broadway productions for me.”

“That’s rad! I love Broadway and I was in a show called 21 Chump Street last year!” Anthony replies.

“You were in Chump? No way! I love that show, I look up to Lin so much.” 

“I’m trying out for Hamilton, I hope I get it. Well Jasmine is trying out too so we’ll see how that goes!” 

“Good luck to you both, but I’m gonna sit down now so you can take her order.”

Jasmine hands you a slip of paper, “our numbers so we can hang out sometime!” “Oh cool, thank you, bye guys!”

You said your farewells and looked at the clock, 2:24pm.

So much for getting to work on that paper with another class at 3:00.

[femilton]

Once Upon a Dream (Part III)

A/N: These next few parts will be mostly or all Lin, since that’s the way the narrative of the play goes (and I’m not sure where to fit the reader in between this and The Schuyler SIsters). Hopefully y’all will still enjoy it though! As always, be sure to leave some feedback so I know that people are reading and that I should post more parts -- because this fic, in case you haven’t guessed already, is going to be a longggg one...

Words: 902

Pairing: Daveed x reader, Lin x reader (ish)(we’ll get to that later)

Once Upon a Dream masterlist / + more

III. MY SHOT

[Lin’s POV]

Lin walked next to Burr to the pub, internally yelling. He was Alexander Hamilton. This was the perfect chance to test out the storyline of his play, to get a feel for the characters… it was like one big simulation, and he was the main character.

“Remember,” Burr said, putting his hand on the front door of the pub. “Talk less, smile more.” With his deep voice, it took on almost a melodic tune, but the meaning was not lost in the music. “Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.”

Lin turned to his comrade, confused. “Why not?” Burr sighed.

“It’s a dangerous time, Alexander. Loyalists and Revolutionaries alike are everywhere, and the constant confrontations are never pretty. The best advice I can give you is to keep your head down and progress in your own life without disturbing those around you too much.”

Lin shook his head. “But if you stand for nothing, Burr, what will you fall for?” He stepped past a concern-looking Burr and opened the door, entering the pub.

Immediately, Lin’s eyes fell upon a rowdy trio of men occupying a booth toward the back of the club, talking loudly and surrounded by empty glasses of beer. Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan, he recalled. Burr stepped into the pub, looking flustered.

“Alexander, please,” he pleaded. “Watch what you say. This area is crawling with passionate men like yourself, and I don’t want you getting in over your head.” He followed Lin’s gaze to the table with the rowdy men, where they were now all laughing loudly and gesturing wildly. “Oh, Alexander, not them please…”

But, to Burr’s chagrin, the men had already noticed him and his friend.

“Well, if it ain’t the prodigy of Princeton college!” Laurens cut in, extending a hand toward Lin and Burr, who were still standing awkwardly at the door. The man waved them over, and Burr sighed, but walked across the room. Lin followed giddily, having noticed that Laurens had the face of his good friend Anthony Ramos.

“Aaron Burr!” Mulligan, with the face of Okieriete Onaodowan, roared, taking another swig of his beer.

“Drop some knowledge, my man!” Laurens clapped Burr on the shoulder as he slid next to him in the booth. Beside him was Lafayette, with the face of Daveed Diggs. I am having so many double takes right now, thought Lin, as he stood by Burr’s side.

Burr shook his head, chuckling. “Good luck with that: you’re taking a stand. You spit. I’ll sit. We’ll see where we land.” Lafayette and Mulligan booed.

“Burr, the revolution’s imminent. What do you stall for?” Laurens asked.

Lin chimed in with his previous line, ingrained into his memory from years of coordinating this exact scenario. “If you stand for nothing, Burr, what’ll you fall for?” Burr shook his head as the drunk trio “ooh”ed again.

Lafayette chuckled, flashing his set of pearly whites. “Who is this kid?”

Mulligan chimed in. “What’s he gonna do?” The men stared at Lin expectantly, and he broke into a wide grin.

“I’m not throwing away my shot.” He took a quick swig out of Laurens’ beer, setting the empty mug down with a determinate thump. “I’m going to get a scholarship to King’s College, finish in two years, and join the military to kick King George’s rich ass.” The trio cheered, and Burr shook his head.

Lin kept a rhythm going, reciting the lines that had been tumbling around in his head for months. “Britain keeps shittin’ on us endlessly. Essentially, they tax us relentlessly, then King George turns around, runs a spending spree. He ain’t ever gonna set his descendents free, so there will be a revolution in this century. Enter me! I’ll lead my own troops before you know it, take down those Redcoats, and free our young nation from the evil clutches of monarchy.” The men applauded, Lafayette standing up with a large grin plastered on his face.

“I dream of life without a monarchy. The unrest in France will lead to anarchy, and I intend to aid American troops in their revolution to inspire my countrymen back home. We must overthrow these evil kings!”

Mulligan stood. “I’m joining the rebellion because it’s my chance to socially advance, instead of sewing damn pants! I’m gonna take my shot!”

Laurens stood, looking around at his friends. “But remember, fellas, we’ll never be truly free until those enslaved have the same rights as you and me.” Lin and the others nodded. “Wait ‘til I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion.” Lafayette, Mulligan, and Lin applauded, the former two whooping and hollering as they sat and downed more beer.

Burr looked at the men nervously. “Geniuses, lower your voices. You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you, but the situation is fraught. You’ve got to be carefully taught; if you talk, you’re gonna get shot!”

Lin chuckled. All was going according to script. “Burr, check what we got. If anyone wants to take us on, I’d like to see them try.” His comrades cheered.

“Another round of beers!” Laurens shouted. “Let’s take to the streets, men. We’ve got some revolutionaries to inspire.” His friends hollered and stood up, and the three of them plus Lin made their way out of the pub and into the night, Lin smiling to himself the whole way.