#Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader Fluff

[luciaramosc]

do i write a luke castellan angst/comfort fic where he basically vents about his parental daddy issues to reader and reader comforts him? like especially after ep. 6, the tension is through the ROOF. anyway, lmk because thots are being thunk 😋

[linnamonrolls0]

can u write lmm x reader fluff for new years pleaseeeee also happy holidays if u celebrate!!!

Happy Holidays back at you! x 🥰

I’ll try to get another sweet little drabble piece done before the year is out (so lmk if you have any specific prompts…)

But in the meantime I just posted this little bit of festive Christmas fluff that’ll hopefully tide you over - https://archiveofourown.org/works/52560493

[linmanwe11]

Hey I’m the anon who asked if you’re still taking requests and I forgot… oh wait, I remember.

~ Fluff, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Fem!Reader 🩷 ~

Prompt: Fem!Reader gets hurt at work by falling off a high ladder, and it results in her having a bad limp, a few bruises and a few cuts. It can happen…! Okay?? She comes home and Lin notices immediately. Y/N can’t hide the pain no matter how hard she tries. “I swear I’m—OW—fine, babe.” Lin’s not buying it. He gently and slowly helps Y/N to the couch and then he leaves to get the first-aid kit. I’ll let you write the rest.

(It’s okay if you don’t want to write this)

That sounds so cute, omg. I’ll definitely get on that ASAP!! <33

[the-amazing-simp]

I posted 375 times in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Hi! could you add me (@shaded-echoes-recs) to your tasm!peter (and andrew garfield if you have one) taglist? Also, could you do an AG x reader where famous!r (an actress, singer-songwriter as well but mostly an actress) ends up accidentally outing her crush on AG in an interview (ex tonight show) and it turns out her most recent single (abt crushing on someone who doesn't know her) was about him and then they end up working on a film together & shes embarrased but he likes her and they date?pls!

The Slip-up | A.G.

📝 Title: The Slip-up (x actress/singer-songwriter!reader)

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: Let's face it, even celebrities have celebrity crushes. But what if you had accidentally let slip your little crush on Andrew Garfield in an interview? | 2.6k

Love knows no bounds and even celebrities have celebrity crushes.

And to say that you simply adored and admired Andrew Garfield would be the understatement of the century.

You were literally one of his biggest fans.

And after a quiet Monday morning, one of your biggest dreams had come true.

“Good morning, I am speaking to Y/N L/N, right?” A voice said as soon as you picked up the call.

“Yep.” You answered nonchalantly, stirring your coffee, you hadn’t auditioned for anything so far so you didn't know what this call was for, “This is she.”

“So, I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda.” The voice introduced, “Since you’re this amazing actress and singer-songwriter and you were highly recommended by one of our cast members - I was wondering if you’d be interested in starring in a romance musical?”

You nearly spewed out your coffee, not believing in the slightest that the director of Tick, Tick… Boom! was casting you, “That would literally be a dream come true! Thank you so much for this opportunity! And is it okay if I also get to know who highly recommended me so that I could thank them too?”

“Um,” Lin trailed off for a bit, as if talking to someone else on the other end of the line, “for now, the person wishes to remain anonymous - but, I’m sure you’ll get to know them really well once we start the shooting.”

“Okay then,” you smiled, “Thank you, again, so much for this wonderful opportunity and I can’t wait to start.”

The next day, your manager delivered the script to your house and you swear that you could’ve fainted once you took a look at the cast list.

Immediately picking up your phone and ringing up your manager, you asked, “Please reassure me that you didn’t by any chance give me the wrong script.”

You could practically hear her smile as she answered, “Now when I have done that to you? I’m guessing that you’re over the moon with who your co-star, or rather leading man, is?”

You couldn’t stop the heat that rose up to grace your cheeks, “Maybe?”

She chuckled, “C’mon, like you don’t gush on about him all the time, especially when we’re alone.”

“Fine.” You giggled, “This is literally the best day of my life.”

A beat of silence followed before you spoke up, “You anticipated this call didn’t you?”

Another laugh came, “Let’s just say that I had an inkling as to how you would react.”

“Oh and remember that you have to head to the recording studio later today to record your new single.” She reminded.

“Yep. I don’t have anything else today, so I won’t forget that.” You said.

–

“How’re you feeling?” Your makeup artist asked as she put the finishing touches on your look for your interview.

You shrugged, taking a deep breath, “Well, it’s always nerve wracking before a show or an interview, you just kind of forget it once you’re already doing it.”

You were then brought backstage, where you waited for your cue to enter the studio.

“Now let us welcome an amazing actress and singer-songwriter, Y/N L/N!” Jimmy announced to the already buzzing crowd.

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465 notes - Posted March 4, 2022

#4

The Letter underneath the Bed | TASM!Peter Parker

📝 Title: The Letter underneath the Bed

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: You had spilled your feelings for Peter in a letter, not knowing that it would still reach it one day. | 2.6k

💌 Inspired by the line "In a box beneath my bed, is a letter that you've never read." from Tim McGraw by Taylor Swift.

Peter Parker was amazing at a lot of things - but figuring out whether you returned his romantic feelings for you or not is one of them.

You had been his best friend for as long as you could remember.

Wherever he went, you go too.

When Peter’s parents left him with Aunt May and Uncle Ben - you told your parents that your sole birthday wish was to move to the house next to Aunt May’s. Thankfully, your wish had been granted.

Ever since, you and Peter had been practically inseparable.

–

“Peter!” Aunt May called out from the bottom of the staircase, “Y/N is here! Hurry up or the both of you will be late for school.”

“Coming!” Peter called from the top, shouldering his backpack before almost running down the stairs.

He kissed Aunt May on the cheek, giving a rather rushed “See you later!”

Peter then headed to the door where you were patiently waiting for him with a smile.

“Ready to go?” He asked.

You chuckled, “I wasn’t the one running down the stairs this morning.”

Peter made a face at you before breaking out into a run, “Last one that gets to school pays for lunch!”

“No fair!” You whined, running after him, “You got a head start!”

The two of you always headed to school together, which caused some rumors to circulate that the two of you were dating.

Well, the rumors haven’t reached you or Peter yet.

Not for long though.

–

Even if Peter had a head start, you still managed to outrun him - maybe because you had pushed him a bit when you had caught up, but that didn’t matter.

You were sitting with Gwen and her boyfriend waiting as Peter got lunch for the both of you.

“Okay,” Gwen said, suddenly cutting her conversation with her boyfriend short, “Y/N, I thought you were my best friend - why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, aside from Peter, you are my best friend. And I have no idea what you're talking about. What didn't I tell you?" You asked, giving her a puzzled look.

She gave an exasperated sigh, "Do you seriously have no idea? The whole school is practically talking about it."

"Talking about what exactly?" You were getting more confused with every passing moment.

Gwen leaned forward, speaking in a whisper-shout, "That you and Peter are officially dating!"

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468 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

perhaps…you and peter both being touch starved so when you start dating it’s so many cuddles, so much hand holding, always being near the other but never clingy👉👈

I can just imagine how adorable this is 🥺. If you want me to write this into a full fic - just let me know 👀

If somebody asked you and Peter who was more "touch starved" between the two of you. Both of you would probably just look at each other, laugh before saying that its both.

Ever since you started dating, Peter just couldn't keep his hands off of you. Literally.

He always needed to have an arm around your waist, a hand (or even just a finger) interlocked with yours, or just being near you in general.

Not that you minded anyway. You were just the same, if not worse.

Now, it was a nice Saturday night, you and Peter decided to take a small break from your homework to watch a little movie while being cuddled up on the couch.

The deadline wasn't in two days anyway.

Honestly, neither of you were paying any attention to the movie at all.

Peter was just quietly running his hands through your hair while you were busy drawing random patterns on his arms.

No words needed to be exchanged for the two of you to say how much you loved each other, how much you cherished each other.

A single touch was more than enough.

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@beloved-bucky, @hunnybunimdun, @andrewgarfield2022, @jasmin7813, @andrewgarfieldsbae, @spxiiee, @shaded-echoes-recs, @holy-macncheese-balls

522 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#2

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a fic with andrew garfield where you have a abusive relationship with your toxic boyfriend and your super close with andrew and he tells you “I could be a better boyfriend than him” (like the dove cameron song) while you are kinda like cheating on your ex?

I completely understand if not! Thanks for your time and have a amazing day!

Better Boyfriend than Him | (TASM) Peter Parker

📝 Title: Better Boyfriend than Him

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: Peter will always be there to protect you, always. | 2.5k

🧧 Warnings: Abusive boyfriend, physical violence, mentions of physical violence, toxic relationship, bruises, mentions of a restraining order

💌 I kind off forgot to write about the "cheating part" and I was already 2.4k words in when I realized that - but, I hope you enjoy the fic nevertheless 😊 Anyway, Happy Valentines day everyone!

Peter learned that there were certain pros and cons of not admitting your feelings for your best friend.

Being able to preserve his long-lasting friendship with said best friend is one of the pros.

But the cons? He had to suffer the pain of watching the girl he loved on the arm of a guy who wasn’t him.

And they say that all is fair in love and war, right?

–

You sighed in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the compact containing concealer tightly in your hand. You had two more bruises to cover up on your face and your long sleeved blouse would take care of the ones on your arms.

You knew that this was wrong. You knew that you should tell someone about it, especially Peter. But you can’t.

Mark had threatened that if you told anyone about it - he would hurt Peter.

Not that Peter couldn’t defend himself, he’s Spiderman for crying out loud, he swings from building to building and fights literal criminals that the police can’t even catch. Max wouldn’t stand a chance against him.

But the mere thought of your best friend (and the guy who your heart really belonged to) getting hurt was enough to get your mouth to shut.

You had promised to hang out with Peter at the bodega near school, starting to apply the concealer on your bruises - you knew that you had to hurry.

–

When you had arrived at the bodega, Peter was boredly skating around - eyes immediately lighting up the moment he saw you.

Next thing you knew, he had engulfed you into a hug with a smile that reached from ear to ear.

“Cookie,” he smiled, the childhood nickname floating delightfully in the air, “how are you?”

“Bug boy,��� You chuckled, “we just saw each other in all of our classes this morning.”

“So?” He said, “I wanted to know how you are now.”

“Well, I’m doing fine, if that’s what you wanted to know.” You said.

Being the overprotective and loving best friend he is, Peter then asked, “How about Mark? Is he treating you well?”

You gave a nervous chuckle trying to give him a reassuring smile, “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s doing amazing.”

“Treating you like how you deserve to be treated?”

“Of course Peter, he’s my boyfriend not some kidnapper taking me hostage while waiting for ransom.”

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555 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Laurie’s Beloved | T.L.

📝 Title: Laurie’s Beloved

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: After losing a bet to Jo, Laurie has to write a letter to you. But what happens when you find the letter and think it’s for someone else? | 1.3k

“Jo, please I’ll do anything else.” Laurie begged as Jo held a triumphant smile.

“Rules are rules, Teddy. This is what you agreed to.” Jo reminded him.

“Please Jo, have mercy on me.” He pleaded, giving the girl a look.

Jo shook her head, “Nope.”

“Now what’s all this fuss about?” Meg asked as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Teddy won’t keep his part of the bet.” Jo said.

“Meg you have to help me!” Laurie said, walking to the eldest March sister.

Meg raised a questioning brow, “What’s his part of the bet?”

Jo smiled, knowing she had found an ally, “Since he lost the bet he has to write a love letter to his dear Y/N. Only now, he refuses to.”

A small smile reached Meg’s lips, “Well Laurie, a deal’s a deal.”

Laurie glared at the both of them, “You’ve got to be joking! I swear all of you are teamed up on this.”

—

It took him a week to finish the letter. Not because he found it hard to pour out his feelings for you. But because he wanted to find the right, the perfect words to express just how much he loves you and how much you mean the world to him.

“Happy now?” He asked, handing the fresh letter to a beaming Jo.

“A bit.” She cooed as she read the letter upon Laurie’s request to improve anything that would embarrass him - especially grammatical and spelling errors.

“What do you think?” Laurie asked nervously as the silence grew, “Is it bad?”

Jo shook her head, giving him a smile, “Surprisingly, it’s rather wonderful. Did you have some kind of poet write this?”

He furrowed his brows, “No. I wrote that myself.”

“Hm.” Jo hummed, giving the letter another look through, “There’s only one thing missing then.”

“What’s that?” Laurie asked.

Jo’s smile seemed almost wicked, “To give it to her.”

Once she had uttered this words, she stood up and dashed in the direction of your house.

Fear started to run through Laurie’s veins as he chased after Jo.

But, Jo was faster than him and arrived at your door within minutes.

She quickly rapped a knock on your door, clutching the letter behind her back while Laurie stood by the side, horrified.

Just as his luck was getting worse, you were the one who opened the door.

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[ezraspiderwick]

Moonlight Dancing

Lee Scoresby x Reader (just a lot of fluff)

It's a cold night, even hugging your daemon is doing very little to stop the freezing air from creeping into your bones. At least it’s a clear sky tonight so you can distract yourself by watching the stars while Lee checks the balloon’s equipment for any damage it might have sustained during the emergency landing. You had run out of gas sooner than planned and Lee decided it was safer to land in the clearing below you rather than keep going into the dense forest. You would make your way to the nearest town in the morning. 

There is another gust of wind and with it comes a shiver that shakes your whole body. A couple of seconds later there’s a coat around your shoulders. You turn to see Lee standing right behind you.

“You’ll freeze” You protest trying to give him his coat back, but he won’t take it.

“Maybe, but it’s worth it.” That smile that you love so much appears on his face.

“Lee!”

“I’ll be fine love.”At your still concerned look, he adds, “I promise. Plus it looks better on you.” 

You close the distance between you and plant a soft kiss on his lips. He tastes like alcohol and bacon, flavors that you have long come to associate with him. Looking at him you know there’s no one else you’d rather be stuck in the middle of nowhere with.

“Dance with me?” He asks once you split apart.

“Right here?” You motioned to your surroundings and Lee nods. “but... there's no music playing.” 

“We don't need it. As long as we’re together we don’t need anything else.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You tease him making him blush.

“Don’t tell anyone.” He says and extends his hand to you. You take it and he leads you off the balloon and into a clearing. You put your arms around his neck and he hugs you by the waist. You follow his lead and in a matter of seconds, you are dancing to music that isn’t there, your daemons watching you from the balloon. 

“I love you.” He whispers into your ear. This is the first time he has said those words. You feel your heart speeding up and you look into his eyes, brown had never been your favorite color until you met him. He has the most beautiful eyes, and they’re so full of love for you, you feel like your heart is about to burst.

“I love you too.”

You keep dancing until you can no longer feel your fingers from the cold. 

“Let’s go to sleep cowboy.” You give him a quick peck on the lips and take his hand leading him to the balloon. While he turns on the heater, you prepare a makeshift bed next to it, which really just means some blankets on the floor. Once it’s done, you lay down and Lee joins you a few moments later. You are quick to snuggle into him, his arms around you. As you start to warm up, your eyelids grow heavy and the last thought you have before falling asleep is that this is what happiness feels like.

[blessedblog02]

When you can’t find anymore good fanfics

[ramp-it-up]

Lin-Manuel Miranda

You’ll Never Feel So*

Reader feels helpless when Lin needs time to cool down. The cold shoulder ensues.

No Stress*

Lin spends all day proving himself.

Stressin’*

Moving is stressful. Lin helps you cope.

cometa de heidra*

Lin gets handsy.

Sleigh Ride

Lin takes you on a special sleigh ride in the park.

Christmas Time to Me*

You and Lin could possibly spend your first married Christmas apart.

Christmas in Hollis

Lin finds you, and inspiration, in Queens on Christmas Eve.

Communication*

Lin teaches you that communication is very important in a marriage.

Never Been Kissed*

You were married off to Lin by your mafia affiliated family. But you didn’t have to like it. Did you?

Couples Therapy*

You act out because you and your husband are not in love. You thought.

Fun mini series

We Are Young*

What a time to be alive and have sex with a stranger in a bowling alley.

Some Nights*

Your boyfriend breaks up with you to go on tour. You move on with a new person. What happens when he comes back to town?

[hamiltonimagines]

It’s Been a While

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Request: “Hey girl! Can you do a Daveed imagine where you and Daveed used to be best friends in high school and y’all kept in touch a little after but once he joined Hamilton he stopped talking to you. You posted something about being excited to go see the show and Daveed sees it and he like brings you backstage to talk, but y’all get into a fight about who stopped talking to who and eventually you give up and leave and he shows up to your apartment and does something really cute! Thanks 🥰🥰🥰” - @roxanne2020

Word Count: 1.8k

I had never been more excited, I was going to see Hamilton tonight. I had gotten a text the other day from the one and only Lin-Manuel Miranda. He had told me that he was friends with Daveed and that Daveed had mentioned me and our past. Lin said that Daveed had brought up how he regretted that we lost contact. Lin gave me a ticket for the show tonight so that I could finally see Daveed after all these years.

Daveed had been my best friend in high school. We were the friends who told each other everything and we valued our friendship more than anything. We both went to different colleges and we started talking a lot less. Then he got cast in Hamilton and moved off to New York. We hadn’t spoken since besides a few texts on birthdays or holidays.

I wondered if Daveed would even want to talk to me. It had been so long and I was unsure if we could be friends again or if too much time had passed.

I had gotten ready for the show and took a picture in my outfit. I posted it to Instagram with the caption: Seeing Hamilton tonight, let’s see if it’s as amazing as everyone says it is.

I checked my hair in the mirror one last time and then left my apartment. Ironically, I had moved to New York after college. I always wondered if I would randomly run into Daveed in the street, it never happened though.

I got on the subway and checked my phone. I saw a new comment on my Instagram post. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was from Daveed. It said “Looking forward to seeing a familiar face in the audience”.

I felt my cheeks heat up a little and I felt a familiar warm feeling in my chest. With all this time apart, I may have developed the slightest crush on Daveed. I knew it was weird, especially since at one point he was my ride or die.

I eventually got to the theatre and I went in and found my seat. I got chills when the show started. Then Daveed walked on stage and it was like the world froze. It was then in that moment that I realized how much I had missed him.

The show ended and I was beyond blown away. My expectations had been high, but this surpassed any expectation I had. I didn’t think this show could truly be as good as everyone said it was, but they were all right. This show was phenomenal.

I was standing, along with the rest of the theatre, and applauding as the cast took their final bows. Daveed made eye contact with me as he walked off the stage and he froze for a second, as if it was too good to be true. His eyes lit up and he gave me a soft smile, before leaving the stage.

Then, a few minutes later, my phone started to ring. I saw Daveed’s name on my screen. I answered the phone with a smile on my face. “Hello there stranger” I said, giggling. “So you’re really here?” He asked. “Yeah, I am” I said. “Can you come backstage? I need to see you” he told me. “Anything for you” I told him, smiling.

He told me who to talk to and then he hung up. I found the person who worked for the theatre and told them what Daveed told me to say. The employee let me backstage.

I was in a hallway with a bunch of the cast and ensemble running up and down the halls. I was overwhelmed to say the least. How would I find Daveed? Then I saw a familiar face. I recognized Lin.

“Hey Y/N, you made it” he said, running over and giving me a hug. “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it. The show was fantastic. If you don’t mind, can you tell me where I can find Daveed?” I asked him.

“Come on, I’ll bring you to his dressing room” he said, as he started walking down the hallway. I followed him, “I don’t know how you don’t get lost down here” I told him, honestly. “You have no idea how many times I got lost during the first few weeks of rehearsals” Lin said, laughing. Then we walked up to a door that said Daveed’s name on it.

Lin knocked on the door and I heard Daveeed say “come in”. Lin opened the door and stuck his head in. “Someone's here to see you Diggs” Lin told him. “Send her in please” Daveed said, knowing it was me.

“Have fun” Lin said to me, before he walked away. I carefully walked into his room and his eyes lit up when he saw me. He ran over and picked me up into his arms and spun me around.

He carefully placed me back on the ground. We both had the biggest smiles on our faces. It felt like no time had passed at all.

“It’s been a while, you look good Y/N” he told me, still smiling. “You too, so is the success treating you? You were amazing tonight by the way” I told him. “Oh thank you, I had to put on a great performance, I had someone important in the audience” he said.

He grabbed one of my hands and pulled me over to the couch. He sat down and I sat next to him. He grabbed my legs and put them across his lap. Daveed and I had spent many nights as teenagers in this position, talking for hours and watching movies.

“It’s been so long” I said, staring into his eyes. “I’ve really missed you” he said, grabbing my hand. “I’ve missed you too” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“Y/N, why’d you ever stop talking to me?” He asked, seriously. “Are you kidding? You were the one who stopped talking to me. You moved to New York City and fame happened and you never reached back out to me. I was giving you time to adjust to the move and I figured you would call me when you settled in” I told him, so confused as to how he thought I ended our friendship.

I pulled my legs off his lap and stood up and walked to the other side of the room. “Yeah right Y/N. You never reached out to me either. And when you moved to New York a year later and you still didn’t reach out. Don’t try and pin this on me” Daveed argued.

“I can’t even listen to you anymore, you used to be my best friend and I told you everything. And one day you just started treating me like I didn’t exist and it broke my heart. Now, you’re sitting here and you can’t even take responsibility for what you did” I yelled. I walked out of the door and slammed it behind me.

I quickly started to walk down the hallway, I had tears welling up in my eyes. I ran into Lin and he looked confused. “Hey what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked me. “Thank you for being concerned, I just really have to get out of here” I told him. He nodded, understandingly. I rushed past him and eventually ended up out on the cold New York street.

I called a cab, not wanting to risk the subway at night time. I got in and told the driver my address. After a few minutes, we pulled up out my apartment complex. I thanked the driver and gave them a tip. I quickly rushed inside my apartment.

I changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie. I couldn’t believe that I actually thought Daveed and I could be friends again. I had been looking forward to things just feeling natural again. I made myself a cup of tea and curled up on my couch and looked out my window.

Then I heard a knock at the door. I put down my mug and walked to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw that it was Daveed.

I unlocked the door and opened it. Only then, did I realize what he was holding. He had a huge bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear, and my favorite candy bar. “Uh...hi” I said, shyly. “I brought you some stuff” he said, smiling.

“Isn’t this the same stuff you brought me when I got dumped by Harley Simmons?” I asked, only then remembering it. In high school, I dated our school’s star football player and he dumped me in front of the whole school and I was devastated. “It cheered you up then, so I hoped it could cheer you up now” he said, hopefully.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked him. He smiled at me and followed me inside. He set down the gifts on my coffee table. I sat down next to him on the couch.

“I am so sorry for how our conversation ended. I was being selfish and I didn’t look at things from your perspective. I never should of ignored you. I don’t want argue over who should of reached out first, I just want to tell you that it was mistake of me to not reach out. I never wanted to make you upset, I was only caring about myself and it was wrong. I really hope you can forgive me, I want us to move on and be friends again” Daveed confessed.

“I could’ve reached out just as easy as you could of, but I didn’t. This falls on both of us. Of course I want to be friends again. Not being friends with you felt so lonely, I felt like you had forgotten all about me” I told him. Then I saw Daveed smirk.

He held his hand out in front of me. I saw a bracelet on his wrist that I had given him when we were saying goodbye before we both left for college. “You never forgot me?” I asked in shock. “How could I forget the first girl I ever loved?” He asked me, interlacing our fingers.

I was so shocked, did he reciprocate my feelings? “You loved me?” I asked him. I was praying he wouldn’t say that he used to love me and didn’t anymore. “I always have” he said, smiling. I smiled back at him and he leaned in and kissed me. He cupped my face and I held onto his forearms.

We both pulled away and I started to blush. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he said. “You want to know something?” I asked him, excitedly. “Tell me” he said, chuckling at how excited I was. “I never forgot about you either” I told him, rolling up my sleeve and revealing the matching bracelet.

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[sarainstuff]

A lucky meeting

Jack the Leerie x Reader

A casual meeting in a dark street with a charming lamplighter makes the reader question everything she knew and will help her broken heart to heal and love again.

Hello hello hello, here it is the first chapter of a new story involving our favorite leerie. I honestly have no idea of when the second chapter will come out and this chapter also ends in a sort of "cliffhanger", nothing too big in my opinion but if you want closure then I guess this isn't the right time.

I hope you'll enjoy it!

TRIGGER WARNING: AT THE VERY BEGINNING THERE IS A DESCRIPTION OF A WOMAN BEIGN CHASED BY A MAN, IT'S LITERALLY A COUPLE LINES LONG

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The echo of your shoes on the paved road and your raggedy breath were the only sounds on the empty dark street. Your lungs were on fire for the long run and your eyes were filled with tears for the fatigue, but you couldn’t stop yet, you weren't safe yet.

You turned around to see if the man chasing you was still there, that was when you tripped and banged your chin on the unforgiving pavement. You had to get back up, you had to run again or it would have been the end of you, but you just couldn’t convince your legs to work, so you praied that the man was far gone now, as you tried to catch your breath feeling the taste of blood in your mouth.

You felt a slight nudge on your shoulder and you froze, trying to hold your breath and pretending to be unconscious, hoping that you will be left alone.

“Miss? Are you alright miss? “

The voice you heard wasn’t the one of your chaser. It seemed kind and full of concern, but you knew better to not trust a stranger. A cover isn't a book.

After being tricked many times by apparently good men, you learnt to not trust anyone. The reason why you were laying on the ground right now was pretty eloquent on why that was a stupid idea. 

“Miss? Are you hurt?” the kind voice said, nudging on your shoulder once again. 

You gained a little bit of strength and you hoped that would have been enough to run away if the situation worsened, so you turned your head around to meet the owner of the voice. 

The man was kneeling next to you under a lamplight and the light reminded you of a halo around his head.

It took you a moment to take in the features of his face: he seemed to be fairly young, probably around his thirties, he sported a slight stubble and overall he looked as kind as his voice. You hated to admit that to yourself, but he was kind of cute. 

“Hello miss, is everything alright?” he asked tilting his head. He was definitely a stubborn man, any other person would have just walked away or taken advantage of you, but this man didn’t look like any other.

You got up on your knees, slightly hurting from your fall “Yeah, I’m alright” you said sarcastically.

The man giggled a little at your comment. He got up on his feet and handed out his hands to you “You need help getting up?”

“No thanks I can manage that myself” you said with confidence. Way too much confidence, because as soon as you stood up your legs gave out and you would have fallen again if that stranger didn’t catch you in time.

“Gotcha!” he said smiling kindly. That was a really sweet smile, you couldn’t deny it.

“Thanks” you mumbled, feeling a little annoyed about the help.

“You are welcome, miss”

“Stop calling me miss, nobody calls me like that” you sourly said. 

“Then what is your name?”

“Y/N” you mumbled

“Is a very lovely name” the stranger said.

It was weird because he said it like he really meant it and not just to be polite. You definetly haven’t met anyone like him before, but you still tried to keep up a thug appearance. 

“My name’s Jack, I’m a lamplighter” he said with a radiant smile. You knew about the lamplighters, you often saw them going around at night, they would gather up once their shift was over and share a pint or two, singing and speaking in their own weird language (to be honest, you believed they were simply too drunk to remember English), but they seemed to be a very cheerful group. 

You realized that you were still standing between Jack’s arms. You reluctantly let go, feeling all of the sudden way too much cold without him, but trying to hide it

“Thank you for your help, Jack, I think that I can handle myself now” you said, hoping that would make it true. 

Jack’s face got immediately serious. He reached out a hand towards your face and you jumped straight away, worried by his sudden motion. Could it be that you were fooled once again by the kindness of a stranger? 

Jack tried to get closer but soon realized his mistake “I’m sorry” he said “I didn’t mean to scare you, I just noticed that your chin was bleeding”. 

You touched your chin and it was, in fact, bleeding. Jack produced a clothed tissue from one of his pocket “May I? “ he asked politely. 

You went closer to him under the light. Normally you would have never trusted someone like this, but Jack had plenty of ways to hurt you and never did anything. You were still on the edge, catching any worrying signs, but you didn’t felt as scared as before “Thank you… “ you mumbled. 

“Tell me if it hurts” Jack said, tilting your head up delicately with one hand. Under the light, you could see his face better and you were struck by his deep brown eyes. They were probably the most beautiful pair of eyes you’d ever seen, it was like swimming inside warm cocoa, such a piercing yet calming gaze that made it impossible to look away. 

Jack was very delicate as he lightly tapped your chin, whenever you flinched in pain he would stroke your cheek tightly with his thumb, gently shushing you down.

You didn’t know what to do, your feelings towards this man were very conflicted: on one side you wanted to believe that, as strange as it was, Jack was actually very sweet and kind. You knew that he was already stuck in your heart and for how hard you could try, you would have never forgotten him.

But your most reasonable part was still trying to warn you to not give all of this confidence to a stranger, your experience recounted to you of all the times you had faith in someone and those people crushed it. You weren’t ready to trust anyone so quickly ever again, but could Jack be the only exception? You weren’t ready to find out.

“There you are, you are good as new” Jack said with a huge smile. You noticed that his hand lingered a second too longer on your cheek, but maybe you were just overthinking about it. You thanked him and were about to say goodbye to him, when Jack stopped you immediately “You can’t go home alone at night, it might be dangerous”. You thought about the man chasing you and realized how lucky you have been to escape him.

“So you offer to protect me from the darkness, Mr. lamplighter?” you asked sarcastically cocking an eyebrow “Don’t be offended but as far as I know, you could be a scoundrel yourself and I highly doubt you could beat someone in a fight”.

Jack snorted at your commentary “I guess that if I look as weak as you say you’ll have no problem escaping me. But I can assure you that I’m not that kind of person. Plus I have a bike, I could get you home faster” he said pointing at it.

“It looks pretty unstable to me, is that how you hurt your victim? You let them fall off your bike? “you asked. That made him laugh and you felt your insides dancing along that warm music.

You had no idea where this was going to end, but you were enjoying this little flirting and secretly hoped Jack felt the same way.

“C’mon now, nobody ever fell off my bike, I promise you” Jack said handing out his hand for you to take it.

You gladly accepted it, the thrill of the unknown running down your spine. You sat right in front of him, Jack’s arms close to yours, as he leaned over you to give himself a push and start riding.

It was nice to be held in this half embrace, you felt Jack’s warmth on your back and his breath on your neck, but most importantly, you felt safe for the very first time in a while.

“Where are we going miss?” Jack asked, his lips close to your ear. You were grateful to be looking away from him because otherwise, he would have seen you blushing.

A thought occurred into your mind: you couldn’t tell him where you lived, what if he changed his mind after he discovered the truth? What if you’d never seen him again?

“Y/N? Is everything alright?” Jack said, worried about your silence. You turned your head slightly to look at him and as he looked down at you, your lips were close. This small moment of distraction was fatal since one of the wheels of the bike ran into a branch in the middle of the street and you both fell down. 

Jack hold you tight to his chest to prevent you from hitting the ground and landed on his back with you on top of him, everything happened so fast and it took you a while to realize how inappropriate the situation was.

Jack was hissing in pain under you, he had probably hit his head, you tried to turn around but then you noticed that in the midst of the fall he grabbed you on your chest. Jack stopped his complaining and retracted his hand immediately, allowing you to roll next to him as your cheeks grew redder and he repeatedly said how sorry he was.

“Jack are you alright?” you asked as you reached for him, trying to calm him down.

“Yeah, I’m alright” He said massaging his head “Actually i think that I might be bleeding a little”. 

You turned around him and checked the back of his head, thankfully there was no trace of blood there 

“Oh Jack, I’m incredibly sorry…”

“Nothing to be sorry about,  it was my fault” he said turning his head to face you. Very closer to you, once again.

 

You were drawn by that dark pair of eyes once again but rapidly averted his gaze as you felt a slight blush appearing on your cheeks once again. You got up and offered Jack a hand to help him on his feet.

“His hands are so warm” you thought before scolding you once again. What was up with you and this handsome lamplighter, for God’s sake? 

You looked down at his bike and noticed that one of the tires was slashed. It really wasn't a lucky night for none of you two.

Jack was kneeling down to examine his bike, worry on his face. You felt so sorry for what happened, he was just trying to help you and now his bike was broken, you needed to help him and made up for it, the least you could do was offering a place to sleep.

“Look Jack” you whispered getting closer to him as he looked up at you “my house isn’t far from here, you can sleep at my place if-“

He jumped up and interrupted you “No, no, no absolutely not. Miss I can’t abuse of your kindness, it wouldn’t be fair and I-"

You took his hands and looked at him straight in the eyes “Please Jack, you can’t come back home this late and you are injured. You will get some sleep and I’ll help you fix your bike tomorrow”

You held his hands tighter and searched for his eyes in the dark “You helped me before, let me return the favor”. 

Jack looked away and untangled from your hands, you thought you saw a small blush on his cheek. Oh God if he was cute. 

“It wouldn’t be very appropriate” he said looking down at his bike "we don't really know each other..." 

You sourly smiled “That won’t be a problem…”

“What do you mean?” he said tilting his head 

You took a deep breath, ready for the worse. 

“I live in a brothel…  and I work there too”

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Daveed Diggs x Reader Fluff

Summary: Reader is apart of the Hamilton backstage crew and although the cast are very welcoming, somehow always manages to feel left out. 

AN: This is my first post ahh! It might not be the best but i hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave any suggestions/story ideas. I’ll write pretty much anything about a certain celeb or fictional character so yeah have fun! :)

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You sat in the communal area backstage, hugging your knees and starring blankly at the wall ahead of you. Once again your thoughts had got the better of you, consuming you until you’d worked yourself up. But this time things were different. Instead of getting all hysterical and crying intensely  - you just sat there, a vacant expression on your faces as a few tears slowly crawled down your face. There was nothing you could do to shut your mind up. No medications seemed to do anything. I mean how could they, all of this was self inflicted. You were very aware of this but it had been going on for so long now you werent sure you could ever stop.                                                                                      In the background you could hear the cast coming to the end of the show meaning they would soon be piling back into the room. Slowly you got up and went to the bathroom. You splashed your face with cold water before starring at yourself in the mirror.                                                                                        “You disgust me” You thought suddenly having to turn away from your reflection. Suddenly the sound of applause filled your ears and a few members of the cast made there way back into the room. You took a deep breath, smiled and went out. “Hey guys” You said taking back your seat in the corner of the sofa, Anthony sitting opposite you. “Hi Y/N” Antony replied. “Show sounds like it went well. I love your line at the beginning of ‘Satisfied’” You said chuckling slightly. He laughed at your comment. “I swear the way i say it changes every time i perform but the audience love it so i ain’t complaining” Oak sat down next to Anthony. “Yeah it’s good but i love the little rap Philip does for Alex, it’s so cute” You raised an eyebrow jokingly at Oaks comment while Ant fake blushed. “Oh my god, you think I’m cute?” He said putting on a high pitched voice. All three of you let out a laugh, yours a lot let passionate than theirs, but neither seemed to notice.                                                                                                                    A few more minuets went by ad more people filled the room. Phillipa and Renee headed straight for the food before taking a seat next to you on the sofa whereas Jasmine ran straight over to Anthony, kissing him passionately. “ GET A ROOM” Lin and Leslie yelled in unison. Everyone around you was talking, cracking jokes while you just sat there in silence. Listening to everyone around you made you feel more alone then before. You could feel tears threatening to spill but you refused to cry in front of everyone. You got up and headed towards the door but as you opened it you collided with a very muscular chest. You stumbled back but were caught by two firm hands that pulled you in for a tight hug. “There’s my girl, clumsy as ever” A very familiar voice said laughing. “Hi Daveed” you said feeling his chest vibrate against you. You relaxed into him. You and Daveed had a slightly complex relationship. He had been the first person you’d grown close with when you joined the crew around a year ago and since then you’d both very clearly developed feelings for each other. But neither of you acted on it. Yes you acted like a couple - you two were always touching each other, whether it was something small like Daveed resting his hand on the small of your back or things like you sitting on his lap, arms round his neck playing with his hair. But neither of you had made a move to make it official.        “Hey” He nudge you slightly. “You okay?” He looked down at you concerned, then you realised you’d been holding onto him for a while. You pulled away and smiled. “Always” He smiled back at you, not looking entirely convinced but he wasn’t going to push you. “Mhm chocolate” He said happily as he darted over to the food table. You laughed softly, leaning against the doorframe. He turned back to you, his mouth stuffed with chocolate. He was like a child sometimes. He joined the others and you stayed for a few moments, waiting for everyone to be engrossed in their conversations before slipping out the door and heading to your room.                                                                                                        You’d been staying at the theatre for a while seeing as the flat you’d been renting had just been knocked down. Sitting down on your bed, you let out a huge sigh. It shouldnt be this exhausting being around everyone. And the worst part was - it’s not even their fault. They don’t make you feel excluded in any way yet you still feel like you stick out like a soar thumb. The more you thought, the more tears streamed down your face. You lay down facing the wall  sobbing your heart out. So much so you didn’t hear anyone enter the room until you felt your bed dip down beside you. A soft hand gently rested on your arm. “Y/N. What’s wrong beautiful?” It was Daveed. You buried your face in your hands so he couldn’t see the mess you were in although there wasn’t much point. “Hey” He said gently. “You can talk to me. I hate seeing you this upset” A slight sob escape your lips. Daveeds heart hurt for you. “Come here” He slowly pulled you up and onto his lap. You flung your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder while his arms stayed wrapped tightly around your waist making you feel safe. After what felt like a lifetime you pulled back and wiped your eyes. Daveeds hands stayed on your hips but the look in his eyes made you feel guilty. “What happened love?” He said calmly. You sighed. “Nothing. Just me and my stupid mind” He looked at you confused. “I keep getting this overwhelming feeling of being alone. Like I’m standing in a room filled with hundreds of faces yet I'm not really there, if that makes sense. And just now when everyone was sat in the back room hanging out, i just feel out of place as if I’m not supposed to be there.” You said unable to look daveed in the eye. “Why? Has someone said something to you?” He asked protectively. You shook your head. “No that’s the worst part. Everyone’s been so welcoming yet I’m still convincing myself that i’m not wanted. I know it’s stupid but-” “No it’s not” Daveed cut you off and cupped your face with his hand. You closed your eyes leaning into his touch. “Y/N listen to me. Things have never been better since you arrived. You light this place up. I mean literally yesterday Groffy was saying how it doesn’t feel right when your away anymore. I get where your coming from but I promise you - we all love the fact your here” He said smiling at you. You chest filled with joy. You were actually wanted? “And if it helps” He continued. “I’ve never been happier” He said shyly. You beamed at him. You looked at his lips, only now realising the extent of how attracted to him you really were. Without thinking you closed the gap between you and kissed him. Your lips melted together in perfect unison. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other supported your back. You hands tangled in his hair tugging at it ever so slightly causing him to smile into the kiss. You finally broke away for air resting your forehead against his. “I love you” He whispered. “I know” You joked before he pulled you back in for a kiss. 

[gray-anxiety]

“The rain... it’s calming.” | Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: Language, messy fuckin plot because why not-

“And 90% chance of storms later this hour. Stay safe, Folks!” The weatherman signed off for the morning. You had already been up for five hours, but since it was a Sunday, Thomas slept in as much as he could. Hamilton drained him beyond belief to the point where Thomas would come home from work and collapse on the couch.

You turned off the TV and sighed knowing that you should wake up Thomas after his weekend hibernation. Getting up off of the chair and sauntering over to your shared room, you quietly tried to open the shut door, knowing that your dog might wake up Thomas not so kindly if startled. Mentally congratulating yourself after bypassing only one of many obstacles, you carried on to the black bed occupying with a snoring Thomas.

Muted streams of sunlight barely came through the layers of decorative curtains near the king-sized bed. Your dog, Levi, was sleeping soundly nestled deep in the faux sheepskin rug, whining every once in a while. Finally, you crept towards the sleeping Jefferson and brushed a few stray curls out of his face. The light perfectly shown Thomas’ peaceful face. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown, forming a pouty look on his gorgeous caramel face.

You kissed his forehead and played with his curls as he finally started to awaken from his slumber. Thomas rolled to lay on his back, rubbing his eyes afterward to finally open them; revealing loving mocha orbs focused only on you.

“Mornin’ Darlin’.” Thomas’ southern drawl came out especially heavy whenever he was tired, leaving you to internally ‘uwu’. You chuckled as Thomas took your hand to kiss it.

“Hi, Asshole. It’s 10. You might want to get up.”

“Ah shit, seriously?”

“C’mon, we still have leftover pizza from last night.”

Thomas, slowly but surely, emerged from the pile of blankets only in his boxers. Of course, any other time you’d be drooling over your boyfriend’s body, but you were determined to drag his ass out of bed since you magically felt productive about doing anything today. You threw Thomas some shorts, only mumbling ‘get some shorts on, idiot.’ before walking out of the bedroom to go back on the couch.

Thomas walked out of the bedroom shortly after, immediately picking you up so he could sit down and hold you.

“Hi.” Thomas mumbled

“Hey, doofus.” You responded, tucking your head underneath his chin.

“Is this why you woke me up?”

“Yup.”

The two of you stayed like that, listening to the soft breathing that emitted from the two of you and the rain that came shortly after. Thomas laid his head on yours and whispered to what seemed like to anyone who would listen:

“These days are the ones that are filled with the most peace. The rain... it’s calming for me in a way.”

You curled up to Thomas more and smiled, mumbling some inaudible words of agreement until you finally succumbed to your peaceful trance once more. Productivity can be thrown out the window for now.

[loridrabbles]

That Would Be Enough

Boba struggles to give you the life he thinks you deserve.

Warnings: Angst. Hella fluff.

Dewdrops, anointing the petals and leaves of lush greenery and flowers, glistened in the sunlight as the day broke over the planet you called home for the past 2 years. Boba, your husband refused to tell you the name of it in fear that it would come up in conversation around the wrong group of people, haunting the both of you.

Steam from your fresh cup of tea rose to the air, swirling, before being taken away by the soft morning breeze. A robe of the warmest and most hard to come by threads draped over your shoulders before coming to a stop just dusting your ankles, fluttered across your soft skin.

Taking a deep breath, you took in the comfort of the moment. The only thing that could perfect mornings like this was your husband who, as much as you hated to admit, seemed to never be home. Off again after another one of innumerable bounties. The lavish gifts he left you with could never make up for his presence.

You longed for his scent. To be able to feel his arms around your waist was you traced patterns on his chest with your fingertips. To leave kisses along his jawline as he whispered sweet nothing in your ear, even if you couldn't understand the language.

"Nose in that journal again, my darling?" Your husbands velveteen voice warmed your heart as you stood and turned to meet him face to face.

"You're home!" You exclaimed, crashing into his chest, pulling him closer to you in a longing embrace without even the chance to catch a glimpse of his rich dark eyes.

"At last." He punctuated his words with a kiss to your forehead. It had been 4 long days without him and you drunk up every second you could with him before he would have to depart again. "I've brought you something. Close your eyes."

You complied and hear a few high pitched clanks and the sound of liquid being poured into 2 vessels. You bit your lip, stifling a small laugh.

"What?" He asked, almost laughing as well at your small outburst.

"I just love you. Can I open now?'

"Yes darling." As you opened your eyes, he handed you a crystal glass containing a sweet red wine.

"What's this for? You know I love wine but its 7am." You gasped. "It's not our wedding anniversary is it?"

"No it's not." He replied laughing at your questions. "Take a closer look at the glasses."

"Huh? Wait. Are these-?"

"The glasses from the restaurant where we had our first date? Yes. And the same wine we shared. I bought two bottles. I knew right then you would he the one to tame me, and I would never let you go."

You teared up at his tender actions. It were moments like these that made the days he was gone feel like minutes.

"I can't believe you remembered, Boba. I barely remember that night at all. If you remember this you'll probably how flustered I was that night. I could barely keep my eyes off you, but I was so lost in your eyes I didn't hear a word that was said." You admitted, pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

"I have that effect on people." He scoffed, taking your chin in his hand. "I wanted to do something nice before I leave again. I have 2 days. I won't be gone long."

Aside from your feelings after he retuned home and showered you with guilt gifts, Boba felt a lasting emptiness inside of him. This next job was the first in a month. Down a glass. He knew how much it tore you apart when he left, but there was no other choice. He could love no other life. Down a second. He knew of your dreams and desires, things you hoped to accomplish. He couldn't provide them. Down a third and a fourth.

He sat with his head in his hands, leaning over his holopad at the table, hoping for something to pop up. Hopeing someone wanted someone alive. Those payed the most. Down half a fifth. This is how you found him.

The room was dark, illuminated by only the glow of his screen and light crackling in from lanterns outside the window.

"Love?" You asked, voice stirring up the darkness. You got no answer. "I want to talk about something."

Still no answer. You could feel something was wrong. Stepping behind him, you ran your hand across his shoulders a few times before is stopped at the base of his neck, thumb rubbing soft circles of comfort.

"What is it?" You asked and he pulled you onto his lap, burying his face in your shoulder.

"Nothing. I'm just...so tired." He said, looking up at you forcing a smile. "Let's go to bed"

"Ok." You could smell the drink on his breath and you knew he was lying through his teeth.

"Oh. What did you want to talk about?" He said, pausing in the doorway, hands landing on your shoulders. You put your hands on his wrists and leaned your cheek against his hand.

"I just wanted to say I miss you and I wish you were around more. Especially since..."

"Since what?" He asked, almost a little angrily from the alcohol. You didn't want to tell him in this state, but knew he wouldn't let it go until he fell asleep or passed out.

"Since...I'm pregnant. I was going to tell you before you last left, but I didn't want you to worry." You said, not bothering to hide from him. His heart sparked in his chest, then sank.

"How long have you known?"

"About a month or so. I'm sorry I should have told you as soon as i found out."

"No, I'm sorry." He pulled you to him. "I shouldn't have been so selfish."

"What? What in the world for?"

"I can't give you the life you deserve. How am I supposed to do this. I can't be a father. I mean.... I would love to but I can't. You can never do what you dream of and this child will never have a normal life because of who I am. I can't afford the life you deserve. I know you worry when I leave. I hate worrying you. I hate it. I shouldn't have kept you to myself. I should have let you go that first night."

"Boba!" You called, snapping him out of his ramblings. "Stop it! I love you so. much. Stop talking that way!"

"Tell me the truth, (y/n)!"

"I said stop! You're drunk. Go to bed!"

Trying not to cry, you decided against climbing in with him at the moment, and returned to your journal again pouring you thoughts out onto the paper.

The sun had risen again. You were up and ready for the day way before your husband could awake from his drunken slumber. Finally his eyes fluttered open.

"I'm heading out to the market. Don't stay in bed too long sleepyhead." You said kissing him on the cheek. "There's a pot of tea on the heater and an ice pack in the fridge. If you need some medicine for your headache it's on the counter next to your mug. I'll be back shortly."

She knows everything about me. She knows I prefer ice instead of heat for headaches. She knows I can never find the medicine when it's in the cabinet. Hell she even knew I'd wake up with a headache... though I did drink quite a bit last night.

He got up, poured a cup of tea, popping a few pills in his mouth and grabbed the ice pack out of the freezer. He noticed your journal sitting out on the side table next to the couch. He knew you didn't like when he read your things, and he respected that, but this time curiosity got the best of him and he cracked it open to last night's entry. He had to know what you thought of him.

I’ll never leave you when things get rough

I love who you are

I knew it from the day I met you

I relish being your wife

Look around my love open your eyes

Look at where you are

Look at where you started

The fact that you’re alive is a miracle

Just stay alive, that would be enough

And if our child

Shares a fraction of your smile

Or a fragment of your mind, look out world

That would be enough

I don’t pretend to know

The challenges you’re facing

The plans you keep erasing and creating in your mind

But I’m not afraid

I know who I married

So long as you come home at the end of the day

That would be enough

If I could grant you peace of mind

If I could help you rest at night

If you could let me inside your heart

Oh, let me inside your mind

Let me carry your burdens with you.

Then I could be enough

And we could be enough

That would be enough

"Getting nosy?" You asked setting your bag on the table. He was so lost in his thoughts as he sat there, head in his hands, tears falling down his face. You didn't mind one bit. He knew everything you wrote in that journal was truth, straight from your heart, no your soul. You knew he would never listen to those words had it come from your mouth.

"I don't understand."

"Don't understand what?" You asked sitting next to him.

"After all this time, everything I've put you through, that you see nothing wrong in me."

"I love you, Boba." You ran your fingers through his hair. "I don't need money, or possessions, or this lavish lifestyle you want me to have. I just need you."

He was quiet for a moment, before turning and pulling you close. He let the tears fall as he held you tighter and tighter, kissing the top of your head and whispering sorts of apologies in a foreign language.

When his tears dried he let you go, then grabbed your face, laying a hard kiss across your lips.

"I love you so much." He said. "I want to give you everything."

"Then stay." You interlocked your fingers with his as his land lay on your cheek. "You're everything to me, love. Stay home. Just for once." You begged. He let out a deep sigh and placed another kiss on your forehead.

"Ok." That's all you wanted to hear. Finally having the time to relax, he kicked back on the sofa. You sprawled out across his chest, needing nothing more than this moment to last forever.

"Do you think we'll have a boy or girl?" He asked after what seemed like an hour of silence.

"Hmm... A girl. I can feel it."

"I hope your right."

"Really?"

"There's enough of me in the world. I hope she's just like you."

You smiled and nuzzled your face into his chest before you both passed out into a mid-morning nap.

[linmanwe11]

The Drama Bookshop

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Words: 1,565 words

Warnings: FLUFF- seriously it's so sweet, I got cavities from writing it- Swearing

"My heart was set on you from the moment I met you."

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Listening to the wild streets of New York City, you sat in the corner of you favorite book shop, rereading a chapter of an unfinished book you were currently working on. The Drama Bookshop was one of your favorite places in the world, next to your own couch at home, this place felt like the only place where you could unload all of your creative thoughts, everything seeming to come to you easy in the quiet space. You had discovered this spot a few years back and were devastated to hear that it was going to be shut down, so you were overjoyed when you heard that someone had bought the shop and brought it back to life.

Talking quietly to yourself, you emptied all of the words that had been occupying your brain onto the page on your laptop, ideas flowing out of you like the calmest river. This was the only other place you could work at besides your house, whenever you needed a change of scene, you always came here and browsed along the hundreds of pages of manuscripts and lyrics from various plays and musicals, plus, the coffee was some of the best you had ever had. You were so engrossed into your work, you had hardly noticed that you had run out of coffee, so when you noticed after going for another sip, you decided to get up and order another.

“Miss [Y/N]! Same as usual?”

“Yup! You know me so well.”

The barista smiled kindly at you before he got to work on your coffee. You liked your coffee to be sweet with a little bit of cinnamon to add to the flavor. Deciding to use this time as a break, you scrolled through your twitter, liking and retweeting things you though you could use as some sort of inspiration, but overall just for the entertainment. You heard the front door open and glanced up for a second before quickly picking your head up again to get a look at the figure who had just walked in. It felt as if all time had slowed down, the only thing you could focus on was the gorgeous man who had just walked in. He looked around for a second, seeming to be very familiar with the place, and then he turned towards you and as soon as you made eye contact with you, it felt as if you were the only two people in the whole world. Your heart was beating faster now, as if it was being pulled to the man, and he was feeling the same thing.

“Hi… I’m uh, I’m Lin-Manuel.”

His name ran through your head and then wrapped itself around your heart, giving it the warmest hug.

“I’m-“

“Alright, [Y/N], here you go!”

“[Y/N], I’m guessing?” Lin said, making you laugh shyly.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you.” You shook hands, and you swear you felt a bolt of electricity shoot through your hands as you touched, the two of you maintaining eye contact the whole time. After you pulled away, you went back to where you were sitting and saw the man, who you now knew as Lin-Manuel, have his drink handed to him by the barista. The blush rising to your cheeks failed to leave as he made his way towards you.

“May I?” He asked, motioning to sit in the empty seat across from you.

“Of course!”

“So, [Y/N], do you come here often…? God, that sounds so cheesy, um, have you been here before?” You both laughed, and for some reason, all of this felt so natural even though you literally just met.

“I do, actually! I’ve been coming here for years. Well, I had before they started rebuilding this place. Thank God it was bought out and brought back. This place got me through college and I have no idea what I would have done if it had been shut down for good.”

You went on about how much the place had meant to you and how it’s been your safe space for as long as you could remember. Lin went on to tell you about himself; he was a writer too, except, unlike you, he was a song writer. The two of you had talked for hours, but it seemed like no time had passed, neither of you realized that it was closing time already. When you walked out of the shop and onto the street, you were hit with a sudden chill that was quickly blocked by Lin handing you his sweater, his scent engulfing your senses.

“Well, I have to say that that was the best first date I’ve ever had!”

“Oh, so that was a date?”

“Uh, only if you wanted it to be! Shit, [Y/N], I’m sorry, you’re probably super weirded out right now. I mean, we just met but I-“

“It was the best first date for me too, Lin.”

He stopped his rambling and smiled, sighing in relief. It was cute seeing him so flustered.

“[Y/N]? Can I get your number? I’d love to see you again. Maybe I could take you out to dinner?”

“I’d love that. It’s a date.”

You exchanged phone numbers, him putting his in your phone and vice versa. On your way home, you immediately got a text from him, smiling to yourself when you saw that he had put a heart next to his name, knowing that you did the same to your name on his phone. From there on, it was smooth sailing for the two of you.

ONE YEAR LATER

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah, Lin?”

You turned your head to look up at your gorgeous boyfriend, your head resting in his lap as the two of you sat on the couch of your, now shared, apartment, him gently stroking your hair as the TV played softly. He looked down at you and smiled, leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. You ran your hand through his short, dark brown hair, his goatee tickling your lips before you both pulled away, both smiling as you looked into his beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Lin-Manuel.”

“You know, there’s something about me that you don’t know.”

You panicked for a second, sitting up and facing him, worry flooding your mind.

“What is it?”

“So, the Drama Bookshop-“

“What about it?”

“We have history with it, right? We had our first date there, our first kiss...”

“Yeah… Lin, what about it? Is it shutting down? Fuck, they can’t do that, Lin! I won’t let them, I’m gonna start a petition, send a letter to the owner and give them a piece of my mind if they wanna think about shutting that place down-“

“[Y/N].” You continued rambling on about how you refused to let them shut down the one place in the world that had so much significance to your life, the one place where you met the love of your life.

“[Y/N]!”

“What?”

“It’s not shutting down. I promise.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, if you had let me FINISH,“ He laughed, “you would have given me the chance to tell you that I own it.”

“You… You what? You OWN The Drama Bookshop?”

He nodded, a smug smile growing on his face. You started laughing- you couldn’t believe that all this time, your boyfriend was responsible for the resurgence of the most important place in your life.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place!” Lin joined you in your laughter, but it was stopped as he gently grabbed your chin and kissed you. It was soft, slow, passionate- the kind of kiss that made your heart flutter more than it usually did.

“Actually, WE own it.”

“We?”

Confused, you didn’t know what he meant. Suddenly, he seemed nervous, at a loss for words, which was rare with him. He held your hands in his own, his thumb gently running over your soft skin.

“[Y/N], I love you so much. More than anything in this entire world. You’re the most important person in my life, and I wanna be with you forever. I wanna spend my life with you. So…”

You felt tears well in your eyes as you realized what was happening and what he meant by saying that the two of you owned The Drama Bookshop. Lin went to reach in his pocket, revealing a small velvet box before getting down on one knee in front of the couch.

“Will you marry me?”

Nodding, and now with tears running down your face, you grasped his face with your hands and kissed him, both of you sharing one heartbeat. You had met your soulmate, and you were going to spend the rest of your life with him- just the simple thought of that made your heart jump. He gently slid the ring onto your left ring finger, it fitting perfectly as he wiped the tears away from your face and then his.

“My heart was set on you from the moment I met you. I love you so much, [Y/N], so fucking much.”

“I love you too, Lin-Manuel.”

You engaged in yet another passionate kiss, remaining eternally grateful for the owner, who was now your fiancé, of The Drama Bookshop.

[lexislawson-blog]

"You lied to me." with Alex???

You stayed up late for him. It’s not the first time he’s been out this long. He came up with an excuse that he had forgotten something at work.

You were about to give up on waiting for him until you heard someone struggle to open the door.

“Fucking shit…”

You caught him by surprise when he swung the door open. Alex had a beer bottle in his hand; it only aggravated you more that he lied to you so he could go drinking. Again.

“Hi…” he said in a giddy tone.

“You wanna explain to me why you were out so late?” you asked, deciding to give Alex a chance to explain himself.

“Well… I got my papers from the office, then John offered me a drink and…” Alex explained, voice trailing off.

“And?”

“And I said yes.”

“You lied to me!” you screamed, “you should have told me!”

He had no response.

“So you didn’t think to text or call me that there was a detour? I can’t believe you,” you exclaimed angrily.

“You didn’t call me or text me so I assumed it was alright!” he shouted back at you.

“I did, actually. Check your phone.”

Alex snatched his phone out of his pocket, aggressively turning it on. He read 39 missed calls and 52 text messages.

“Oh honey,” he murmured softly, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know..”

“You don’t know how worried I was,” you replied angrily.

Alex came closer and wrapped his arms around you. He muttered a bunch of ‘I’m sorry’s and 'I love you’s into your hair while he embraced you.

“(Y/N), I’m so sorry,” he apologized once more.

“Just don’t do it again,” you said softly.

[ramp-it-up]

Sleigh Ride

DJ’s 10 Days of Christmas

Day 3: 12.17.2020

Sleigh Ride x TLC 

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Word count: 992

Warnings: None really. This is pure fluff. And short! I’m so proud of myself. 

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It was December 17th, and you hated the thought of gathering with Lin’s family for Christmas. 

He was so full of freaking Christmas cheer that the pressure was getting to you. Everyday was getting more and more unbearably cheerful and you were getting more and more grinchy.  

Having dated him for exactly 13 months,  you’d been in love with him for about 12 months and 29 days.  You were helpless, hopeless, and you were sure, hapless about this holiday.

Last year, only having been together for a couple of months, you’d celebrated Christmas separately with your families.

You’d already “met the parents” and that didn’t go so well, partly because you’d pre gamed too much because of nerves. You were certain that Lin’s mother pulled him aside and offered him money to break up with you.

This year, you were going to have dinner with both families on Christmas Day, something Lin had promised to organize since you were so busy with work.  That allowed you to not have to think about your two families getting together and the nerves that would cause.

But work, and then work. And then work.  Thankfully today was your last day before the office shut down for the holidays.  Then you could concentrate on psyching yourself up for the Great Debacle that was sure to come.

This morning:

Come here

Got a package for you

Lin woke you up early and almost made you late, his love making almost tempting you to call in.  But if you did, you would have to work one more day before break and that wasn’t happening.

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Just hear those sleigh bells jing-a-ling, ring-ting-ting-a-ling, too

It's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

Tonight, to celebrate your last day of work for the year, Lin took you out to Armondo’s and then ordered a ride to  the park.  You were bitchy because it was cold until you saw the weird vehicle in front of you. It looked like something out of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.

“It's an electric carriage.  Horse and buggies are inhumane.”  

 Your countenance relaxed.  Lin was so sweet.  

You two climbed in and bundled together under the blankets.  The driver started and so did the sound of sleigh bells.  You couldn’t help but giggle and snuggle closer to your man.   You rode for a good thirty minutes, then circled back into the park.

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Outside the snow is fallin' and friends are callin' you (ooh, ooh, ooh)

It's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you

This was the perfect night to escape from all the pressures of life.

“Hey!  Girl!” 

You sat up from your reverie of contentment and relaxation with Lin when you heard your friend’s voice. 

“That's ...Andrea!” Lin looked surprised. 

“Really?”

“Yeah. And that’s Connie, and Tammi and Melody, and DWight, and .. my parents.”

You were just narrating who the eclectic sleigh was passing and not putting 2 and 2 together, until you saw your parents.

You hadn’t even noticed that you had pulled up to the stage in Central Park until you turned to Lin and saw the stage, and the crowd on his side of the carriage. There was a tent set up off to the side with what looked like heaters and food.

“What…?”

Lin got out, and extended his hand for you.  You stayed in, a little frightened. Watching the crowd of your friends and family, and Lin’s friends and family, watch you.

Suddenly, TLC blasted from the speakers.  Your favorite Christmas song.  One of Lin’s too.  

Let's have a very Merry Christmas

And a Happy New Year (A happy new year)

Filled with love and joy and happiness

And lots of good cheer (I want you to have)

Have a very Merry Christmas (Ooh)

And a Happy New Year (A happy new year)

Filled with love and joy and happiness

And lots of good cheers

Reindeer, presents, happiness (Yeah, right, check it out)

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You met at the Rockefeller Center ice rink. You were skating backwards, eyes closed and belting it out.  He plowed right into you, knocking you down and giving you a concussion.  He stayed with you in the hospital until you were discharged, which wasn’t until the song stopped playing on a loop in your head.  It was 3 am, 10 hours after the collision.

By the time he’d taken you to breakfast and made sure you made it home safely, you were pretty much a goner.  

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Lin had a microphone.  Lord, this was crazy.

“These past 13 months have been a rollercoaster. I knew as soon as I knocked you out cold that you were special.”

Everyone awwed.

“And the moment you opened your eyes in the ER and started rapping:

Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup and away we go

In winter wonderland

Off we ride in the snow (ho, ho, ho)

I knew you were the one for me.  I was struck, smitten, and bewitched by your beauty, brains, charm, and wit.”

You knew what this was. But you couldn’t move, talk, or breathe. You just stood there.

“So,   I'm going to ask you a question."

Lin got down on one knee.  Everybody went crazy.  Your friends and family were loud as hell.

 "Shut the hell up!  I'm trying to do something here."  

You were finally able to do something, which was  cry.

“Will you marry me?"  Lin produced a black box with a beautiful ornate square cut engagement ring.  Your eyes almost popped out of your head .

 "Say Yes, Say Yes, Say Yes!"  The crowd was all chanting.

 "Uh... YESSSSS!"  Lin grabbed you up.  

You kissed for a while until Lin lead you over to the tent for your engagement party.

“How would you be so sure that I said yes?”  You teased Lin.

“Honey, we’re two birds of a feather.”  Lins eyebrows were doing things to you.

“Giddy up!” was your response as you watched your fiancé’s eyes darken.

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I Can’t Lose You

Pairing: Lin x Reader

Request: “Can I ask for another Lin imagine? Maybe the reader and Lin are married, but are struggling because of his schedule and how busy he is? Then something happens to the reader and he realizes how close he came to losing her and he vows to do better and make it up to her? Thanks!” @heatherdawn82

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Discussion of shootings and traumatic events

“Good morning, my love” I heard Lin say as he kissed my forehead. I opened my eyes and saw that it was morning. Lin was dressed and was ready to go to the theater for the day.

Lin and I had been married for three years now and it was safe to say we were past the honeymoon phase. We still loved each other with every part of our being, but we were both just always busy. Our free time never seemed to line up and it felt like we hadn’t had a date night in ages.

“So what are your plans today?” Lin asked me, as he grabbed his phone off the nightstand. “I have to go to the mall and buy my mom a birthday present. Are we still on for dinner tonight?” I asked him.

He looked at me with an uneasy glance. “You’re cancelling again?” I asked, exasperated. “We’re having a meeting tonight for Hamilton stuff and I really can’t miss it” he explained. “Lin, we've been trying to have this dinner for six months and you’ve cancelled like five times” I told him, frustrated.

“I’m sorry, but this meeting is non-negotiable. I have to be there” Lin said. “I am your wife for crying out loud, I should be one of your priorities too. Do you how long it’s been since we’ve actually just hung out?” I argued, my volume starting to increase.

“Do you expect me to just blow off work? That’s not really how it works” Lin complained, starting to yell. “I had to move around my work stuff too. I’ve been working extra time for weeks to have time off tonight. You aren’t the only one making sacrifices” I yelled.

“Oh so now I’m the bad guy” he mocked. “I’m not trying to make you the bad guy, I’m just pointing out that everything isn’t about you and you aren’t the only one with obligations” I yelled. “Alright whatever. I’m leaving” Lin said, as he stormed out of the room. I heard the door slam as he left for work.

I got out of bed and changed out of my pajamas and got ready for the day. I decided that I wasn’t in the mood to go to the mall. I grabbed my laptop and sat in front of the television. I turned on the news to listen to in the background and opened Amazon on my laptop.

I started searching for a birthday present for my mom. I eventually found the perfect gift, it was a vase that had intricate designs wrapping around it. I continued to browse through Amazon since I was bored.

Then I heard the news say “We’re going to a breaking story right now, police are responding to gunshots at the mall. Witnesses say they heard gunshots, but police have yet to release more information”.

I froze in my seat. That was the mall that I was planning to go to. I felt so lucky that I had decided to stay home. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I thought about how easily I could of decided to go to the mall. I had never realized how much seemingly insignificant decisions can change your life forever.

I sat, still frozen in my seat, watching as the reporter described what was going on. Then I heard the front door slam open and it brought me out of my trance.

I saw Lin standing there, completely out of breath. “Oh my god” he said, under his breath. He sprinted over to me and pulled me into his arms. He held me tighter than he ever had before.

“I heard about the mall and I panicked. I kept calling you and texting you and you weren’t responding. I thought I lost you. I am so relieved that you are safe” he whispered in my ear, taking a few pauses to catch his breath.

“I saw it on the news and I froze, I didn’t even check my phone. I’m sorry I scared you” I told him, honestly. “Don't be, it’s all okay because you are safe and that’s what matters” he said, pulling away and kissing my cheek.

“What if I had gone? That’s terrifying” I asked him, still pretty shaken up. “Don’t worry, you’re safe for whatever reason made you stay home. I just thank every higher power that you are okay” he said, thankfully.

“I love you” I told him. “I love you too. I want to fix our fight from this morning. I’m taking you to that Italian place you like tonight. We can dress up and we can finally have some quality time together” he said, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“But what about your meeting?” I asked him. “I told them that I had a prior commitment that I couldn’t skip out on. No more not making time for you. I’m going to make sure we have plenty of time together. I don’t want you to ever feel ignored by me or feel like you’re putting in more effort than you’re getting back” he explained.

“Thank you, you know how much this means to me” I said, appreciatively. “When we got married, I vowed to love and cherish you. I haven’t been doing that recently and I need to fix that. Y/N, you are the love of my life. I never want you to feel ignored by me because you are so special and you deserve the world” he told me. I smiled back at him and kissed his cheek.

“Now come on, let’s cuddle. If anything, this has made us realize how valuable our time is. We should make the most with it, no more fighting” I told him, pulled him towards our bedroom.

We both laid down in our bed and Lin pulled me into his chest. He held me and I felt safe and secure. “I don’t know what I would ever do without you. I can’t lose you Y/N” Lin said, softly in my ear.

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