#phillip hamilton x reader

[dorkszn]

THOSE GUYS WHO simply get hard off of kissing you. like when you’re about to go to the store and you kiss him a little longer than 2 seconds, you’re gonna wait because he refuses to walk to the store with a boner.

+ john l, phillip h, choso k, eddie m, atsumu m and all your other favs <3

[i-am-iron-man-3000]

happy birthday to Phillip Hamilton, rip to you baby. Also Happy Birthday to Famous Last Words, always been one of my favourite songs off the album.

[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

[strawbrry-fields]

John Laurens x reader, Cpt. 4

~slow-burn~

Word count~ 865 words

Warning~ none

Pairing~ John Laurens x reader

Note~ hello everybody! I know I promised that I would get this out sooner over winter break, but things got in the way. I honestly need to stop making excuses and just write lol. I am however, ahead seeing as I am almost finished with the next chapter, which will be quite long. I haven’t been writing as long chapters because I felt that it was too much for one person to read then remembered I prefer longer chapters to shorter ones, so I will be doing that from now on. Anyways, thank you for supporting me and enjoy this chapter!

•Chapter 4•

It had been a few days since meeting John Laurens, and you were over at the Schuyler family’s home for lunch. The Schuylers had always been great friends of your fathers, and you had known the sisters since a very young age. You were only a year older than Eliza, making you 23 and a year younger than Angelica. However, you were always a little closer to Peggy and loved her playful and teasing nature. When you were younger, the both of you often got in a bit of trouble for being misfits. Your thoughts were briskly interrupted when Phillip Schuyler, the head of the house, addressed the whole table.

“Who father?” Asked Angelica turning to face her father, her brow quirked while sitting a bit taller.

“George Washington.” A flurry of gasps and the stopping of utensils made their rounds about the room, mainly coming from Angelica and her mother. You suspected that it was due to them being the most interested in the impending war approaching. You were not as interested. You wanted freedom for your people, but disliked the idea of wars in general. It worried you and made it hard for you to focus on other tasks.

“I’m interested to see how his strategy works out,” replied Catharine Schuyler, Phillip’s wife as she went back to her breakfast.

“Me too, dear especially with is new right hand man. He seems to be a new face, I don’t believe I have ever heard his name before.”

This peaked Angelica’s interest further, prompting her to ask Phillip “Who is it, father?”

“Alexander Hamilton. He apparently stole some cannons when we were still down south, but nothing else is really known about him.” The name sounded familiar to you, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. The conversation drifted from one topic to the other, but to be honest you really weren’t paying much attention. Being too focused on trying to memorize the face of a certain someone tends to be distracting. Excusing yourself, you stood and made your way to the Schuyler’s gardens to get some air.

Hearing steps from behind, you quickly turned only to be confronted with your friends and their ongoing questions.

“Sooo, who was he? What’s his name?” Peggy exclaimed as she linked her arm with yours and teasingly smiled at you.

“Yes, you didn’t tell us anything after you said that you had seen him in the tailor shop again after you hurt your head,” chimed in Angelica, “You must tell us everything.” Suddenly you stopped, whipping around to face them.

Clasping your hands together, you slyly smiled and turned your head to the side pretending to think. “Well, he was the friend of Hercules’ who directed you towards his shop from what you told me.” You glanced at them with a grin on your face, gauging their reactions.

“Oh! I didn’t take in much of his face when he helped us in the crowd, or when we were in the shop after. Is he cute?” Eliza inquired.

You giggled and declared “Well I might be partial, but he most definitely is. His name is John Laurens.” At his name, Angelica’s face seemed to change. Her eyebrows furrowed and a small frown formed. You took notice of this quickly, your excitement dwindling. “Angelica, what is wrong?”

Angelica seemed to question whether she should answer or not, but eventually spoke up. “I just don’t know about him. I have heard through the grapevine that he’s a bit of an ‘interesting’ character.”

“How so?”

“Well I have heard that he flirts around with women a lot but doesn’t court them, at all.” Confusion suddenly washed over you, your eyebrows furrowing with a worried look soon taking hold. John had seemed so genuine in his words. “What if he was just playing with me, and the feelings aren’t mutual at all?” You thought. You sat down on the side of a fountain, Peggy sitting down with you.

“What should I do about it?” You asked your friends, “I genuinely thought that there was a spark of interest there, but I don’t want to try and continue something that will not happen.” It wasn’t like the two of you had talked for enough time to be considered interested in each other. Peggy looked at you reassuringly and took your hand in hers.

“Y/N, you will definitely be able to woo him into seeking your affection. From the other day at the shop he seemed starstruck when we left. He asked you if you were going to be at the ball this week, so seek him out there and figure out where he stands.” Smiling and wrapping your arms around her, you had never before been more grateful for Peggy for giving you the advice you needed.

“Oh Peggy, I completely agree,” Eliza spoke while joining the hug.

Angelica smiled and rolled her eyes, but joined in the hug anyways. “I guess I agree, just be careful.”

Chapter 5

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[jasminee-tea]

The Reynolds Pamphlet 

Warnings: Cheating/Affair, Cussing, Yelling (read at your own risk) ❗️⚠️

Alexander Hamilton x Child!reader (platonic)

Angst

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Y/n had been walking down the street, when you heard in the distance; ”Alexander Hamilton publishes, The Reynolds Pamphlet as he confesses the affair he’s had! Buy one today and learn about the sins he’s committed!”

They froze in place. No. This can’t be real, can it? You thought in fear and confusion. They began walking over to the man holding the pamphlet. ”Excuse me sir? How much is it to buy one?” They asked quietly.

“About $10.75 for one, and with todays deal, you’ll also get a free one. You buy’in?” “Yes, I’ll take it.” Y/n pulled $11.00 out of their pocket. ”Keep the change, also no need to give me the free one. Just hand one over, sir.” They suddenly grabbed the pamphlet out of the mans hand, as they started walking down the road to their home.

“Ok, let’s see..” Y/n opened the paper and read the first paragraph. It read; I, Alexander Hamilton, had a torrid affair with Miss Maria Reynolds for about 2 months. I have not committed treason and soiled my good name.

They started walking faster as tears pricked their eyes. How could he do this to us?! They thought furiously, as they clench their fists. Once Y/n got home, she saw her older brother, Phillip, standing at the door, pacing.

He looked up at them, then the paper in their hand. ”You read it.” The tears in your eyes finally fell as you collapsed to the floor. You were embarrassed to be related to him. ”W-why? Why would he do this, that asshole of a dad?!”

Phillip hugged your hunched figure as you sobbed into his shoulder. ”I know… Mom’s at Grandpas house right now. We’re gonna stay there for a while.” You nodded as he wiped your tears. You cleaned yourself up and packed your things into a suitcase, while Phillip had been upstairs. Shortly after, your da- Alexander, got home. He entered the door and smiled at you. His smile disappeared as he saw your expression. ”What’s wrong dear?”

“You know whats wrong, you prick.” His eyes went wide as he realized what you had meant. ”O-oh, that! Thats n-nothing my dear, its all a lie!” He spouted. ”I’m done with your lies! I’m done with your b.s.! My ENTIRE life, you’ve done the bare minimum for mom, and for our family!..” You paused as he looked like he was about to pass out.

Phillip came down the stairs to find you yelling at your father. ”You’ve only ever cared about the freaking money, and stupid Jefferson!” Y/n had started to cry again, as Phillip ran over to them.

Alexander stood there, pale faced. I should’ve kept quiet. He thought with regret. ”You..will never be satisfied, will you?” Your brother rubbed your back as he glared at Alexander.

They stood up again, picked up their suitcase, and exited the house. Phillip followed behind his sibling. The green coated male began to sob too as he knew Eliza would never want to see him again.

“They’re right…. I will never be satisfied..”

[froggywritesstuff]

I seriously need a chapter 12 to blow us all away | Philip even though you wrote it like a year ago HAGAHSH NO ANGST JUST THEIR WEDDING DAY AND FUTURE FAMILY Y'KNOWWW HEHE

its definitely not finished and i don't think i ever will finish it (sorry but i'm definitely not the same person i was when i wrote that so i don't even know how to continue writing it) so i stopped posting chapters on tumblr, but on wattpad there's like two more chapters

[thelovejustinbelivesin]

Hola I’m jay gender fluid I please call me the pronouns I feel idc if you slip up just don’t use slip ups as a way to be transphobic let’s talk about what I do

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[iangelofhell]

He threw away his shot (Phillip x reader)

Hi everyone!

I just wanted to say that this is the first time I ever post on tumblr... So I’m not sure how to use it exactly...

And that English is not my first language so I didn’t use an “old” type of communication, for me is more complicated. Anyway... if you notice something wrong, please tell me!

Summary: Your boyfriend and your friend got themselves on a duel. Luckily you, a medicine student, are there to save the day.

I promise this is not angst

Word count: 1463

Warnings: None.

I know George can be a little of a dick sometimes but this time he crossed the line. A duel. I will never understand why men die, literally, to prove the world their “honor”. They could do such without being so dramatic.  

It was a complicated situation, my friend on a duel to death with my boyfriend. If one of them kills the other I wouldn´t just lose the killed but the killer too. 

Never in my life felt my heart beating faster than now. While I saw the two men give each other backs and started to count to ten to kill the other. I didn’t trust the doctor on my side. He looked as nervous as I did, and that was bad. When I focused on the duel again My eyes locked with Phillip´s, just before he started to raise his gun to the sky. I smiled at him. If he didn´t shoot then George wouldn´t either. But then, when Phillip was at 7 and the gun almost fully pointing to the clouds above us, I heard the characteristic sound of a shoot, I watched and smelled how the air filled with gunpowder, how the red liquid spread on Hamilton´s white shirt, how his knees began to give in. I didn´t even think about it. I grabbed the doctor’s bag and started running in Phillip’s direction with the intention to catch him before his fall, but I didn’t. His knees impacted on the soft ground and he lowered his head to see the wound. His hands tinted with the same dark red of his shirt when he covered the injury. My eyes filled with tears and my vision went blurry, but I wouldn’t allow it. I allowed him to participate in this stupid duel and I let him fall, but I wasn’t going to allow him to die, even if that means I have to trade his life for mine. 

Omniscient narrator

Reaching Phillip’s side you let yourself fall on your knees and opened the bag that contained the necessary stuff to heal him. You were never this grateful for studying to be a nurse. While you take off the things you were going to need the boy beside you watched you with glassy desperate eyes. He didn’t want to die, he had so much more to see, feel, show… With his parents, his siblings… With you. He cupped your cheek with his bloody hand. The wet and warm touch made you focus your attention on him. His sad smile was too much for you. The sobs escaped from your lips without permission. 

“Don´t look at me like you’re going to die” Your voice was firm like an order, but, as in your eyes, it was evident the beg in it.

“(Y/N)-” 

“NO!” you yelled and grabbed his face as gentle as you could, but in this situation, it wasn’t much. “I do not allow you, I told yo- I told you this duel was a stupid thing, and when you are healthy enough I’m going to yell you and punch senseless for not listening to me” He chuckled lightly and nodded. You started to work again, slipping in the sterilized gloves and you began to clean the wound and patched it. Phillip just let you be, he didn´t know how many possibilities he had to live, but he knew if he wouldn’t let you tried it would be worst. After a glance at his eyes, you grabbed the first piece of clothing you saw and put it in his mouth. He quirked a brow but then he felt a horrible burning in his stomach and bit the fabric. you mumbled an apology and turned around to look at the doctor right where you left him the terror, still visible in his face. “For your sake, I hope the carriage is as close as it can be in less than a minute!” the man turned on his heels running to get the vehicle. Then you turned to Phillip’s friend, his second, searching for some composure. When you find it under the clear fear in his eyes you took the piece of material out of your boyfriend’s mouth and asked “Could you help me carry him to the carriage?” You saw him nod and wrapped Hamilton’s arm around his shoulder. You did the same thing and lay a hand on his chest. “We have to be careful I stopped the bleeding but any sudden movements won’t help…  At all” Both of you started to escort him as gentle and fast as you could. 

The travel was filled with a terrifying silence. You sat at Phillip’s left side with your arm wrapped around his, your hands intertwined. His head rested on your shoulder like its weight was too much for him. He wasn’t breathing, he was sucking as much air as he could. Sobs and whimpers leaving his lips now and then, your answer to that was squeezing his hand and run your free hand through his hair. 

Once in the hospital you explained just what had happened and your procedures to help. Then they took him away on a stretcher. you didn’t want to let go his hand, but you knew, if you let go this one time you could take it again a million more. So you did just that, but a second after you regretted it and started to follow the doctors so you could be with him. a man taller and stronger than you put himself in the way and with a soft voice told you to sit and wait for news about him. Someone asked a bunch of things about him, they asked for his family and send someone to call them. You answered automatically at everything but your head was in another place. 

You sat in a wooden chair. Your whole body shaking, hands full of your boyfriend’s blood, wet cheeks, your hair a mess, and your eyes and nose were puffy and red. It was quite a sight but you couldn’t care less. 

“Mr. Hamilton!” I raised my head and saw Mr. Hamilton there with eyes full of worry and horror. A man with glasses in front of him was explaining the same I explained when I arrived here. 

“Can I see him?” Alexander’s voice broke. 

“I’m sorry, right now the medics are working and they need space, but luckily he’ll live, thanks to the miss over there” he pointed at you “If she wouldn´t have been there he would have died”. You stood up and went to join the conversation. 

“So he’s going to live?” You started to cry again, but this time were happy tears. He was going to live. Phillip was going to be okay. 

The man nodded and smiled. 

“In a couple of hours you should be able to see him” Both you and Alexander left escape a sigh of relief. 

You waited and waited and waited. You were sat and then stand. At some point, Elizabeth Hamilton appeared. A doctor summarized the situation for her. When she heard that you saved her son she hugged you and thanked you. You hugged back and pat her back softly. 

Finally, we were able to see him, but you let the Hamiltons go first. They took their time, but it was understandable. It was your turn to talk to him. 

You reached his room. There he was. In a Hospital bed, pale as ever, and a little sweaty, but there he was. He was breathing you could see that but just to make sure, you let your head fell on his chest and heard the softs beatings of his heart. you sighed, relieved once more before looking at him. 

He smiled warmly at you.

“Hey” He nothing but whispered. 

“You stupid, stupid man” Your smile had nothing to do with the insult you just called him. He chuckled and took your hand. You sat at his side and cupped his cheek. “I swear to god if you ever scare me again like that I’ll kill you myself” He nodded and squeezed your hand. 

“Lay beside me?” You bit your lip, you wanted to do as he said. but you didn’t want to hurt him. “Please?” Oh, well, he used dis puppy eyes, there was no way you would say no to that. 

You lied down and rested your head on his chest as your hand drew random figures on his shirt.

“You saved my life” He whispered on your hair. You didn’t answer. You didn’t know what to say. Of course you saved him. What were you supposed to do? stay there and watched him die? 

wrapped his arm around you and hold you tight. 

You let his heartbeats lull you to sleep.

[marquis-lafayeet]

ok NOW I’m back bitches

[andyourmotherthatslut]

Stay Alive

Warning: death, wounds, gunshot wound???, lots of angst

Pronouns: she/her

Pairing: Phillip Hamilton x Jefferson!reader

Characters: Phillip Hamilton, Alexander Hamilton, Elizabeth Schuyler-Hamilton, reader

Rating:M

A/n: this hurts my feelings BUT I'm doing it anyway. Basically it's what if it was y/n rushing in to find Phillip instead of Eliza (she came in with Alex)

"Where is he! Where is Phillip!" The doctor rushed over to you. "Miss Jefferson come in they brought him in a half hour ago, he lost a lot of blood on the way over." You looked around panicked. "Is he alive!" The doctor simply nodded. "Yes. But you have to understand the bullet entered just above his hip and lodged in his right arm." You looked towards his room. "Can I see him? Please!"

"I'm doing everything I can, but the wound was already infected when he arrived." The doctor let you in and you rushed to Phillips side. "Phillip.." He looked to you with a pained expression. "Y/n. I did exactly as he said y/n. I held my head up high." You gently rubbed his forehead moving his hair out of his face. "I know, I know. Shh. I know, I know. You did everything just right."

He continued to speak while letting out shakey breaths. "Even before we got to ten, I was aiming for the sky." You shushed him quietly. "I was aiming for the sky." Tears rolled down your cheeks. "I know save your strength and stay alive."

Eliza and Alexander came in at the same time both worried for their son. "Is he breathing is he going to survive this!" You shook your head softly looking to Alexander. "Who did this Alexander did you know?" He was far to caught up in his emotions to answer.

Phillip turned his head to face his mother. "Mom I'm so sorry for forgetting what you taught me." Eliza shook her head and gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb. "It's alright my dear."

After a few minutes Alexander pulled Eliza outside to speak to the doctor.

Phillip looked to you again. "My favourite memory was when we played piano." You smiled softly. "I taught you piano." He smiled back and continued. "You would put your hands on mine." You replayed the memories in your head. A better time it was. "You changed the melody every time." Phillip let out a light laugh. "I would always change the line." If these truly were your last moments with the man you loved then you would do anything to remind him of a simpler time.

"Un, duex, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf." He repeated after you quietly. "Good." Tears were freely running down your face now. "Un, duex, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept." Philip followed getting quieter. "sept, huit, neuf." He didn't follow. "sept, huit, neuf." Still no reply. "sept, huit.." Phillip was gone. You let out a heartbroken and unbelieving scream.

[dorkszn]

# dating phillip hamilton

[riseupimagines]

Master list

Hamilton Masterlist 

[femilton]

My Fics

* = smut

HAMILTON

Character Fics

Alexander Hamilton x reader

Jefferson Refuted

Once Upon a Dream masterlist

The Aftermath Part 1 / Part 2

Lafayette x reader

In Another Universe

John Laurens x reader

There’s Hope for Our Ass After All

Phillip Hamilton x reader

Patience

poly!Hamilsquad x reader

My Boys

Cast Fics

Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

My Shot

Sick Day

Daveed Diggs x reader

Once Upon a Dream masterlist

Anthony Ramos x reader

Private Show*

Closing the Gap*

Perfect Day

Philippa Soo x reader

Golden Morning*

Jasmine Cephas-Jones x reader

Private Show*

Long Day

STAR WARS

The Last Jedi masterlist

Character Fics

Coming soon!

Cast Fics

Coming soon!

STRANGER THINGS

Character Fics

Steve Harrington x reader

Little Blessing in Disguise

Nancy Wheeler x reader

My Valentine

Cast Fics

Coming soon!

[bruhnushka]

did you really not know (anthony ramos x reader)

request: anonymous: *slides u 10 bucks* heyo bud! Can i request a anthony ramos x reader where reader is an understudy in Hamilton and has a huge crush on ant & some of the other castmates have a running bet about when the reader will finally talk to him. And one day the lin and daveed are teasing the reader and ant's like "who ya talking about" and yeah, fluff (sorry if its confuzzling + thank you<3)

Summary : fluff betweeen you & anthony bc u 2 belong togehter and people teasing and jfakdsfj;adskjf

Warnings: hardcore fluff, embarssment, cussing, u getting EXPOSED, you kissing daveed, anthony being dumb 

a/n - lots of these r in my inbox im working my way though them and hello anon i will gladly take that ten dollar foudning father without a father out of your hands.

Oh, he was cute. You were an understudy for eliza schuyler-hamilton, and you had just glanced your first view of john laurens/phillip hamilton. your heart started to race and blood rushed up to your cheeks as you slowly counted back from ten, the seconds it would take for him to realize that you were staring. you weren't just ‘oomf, oops, sorry for just glancing at you i spaced out’, you were staring staring. and then he looked up, and blushed, and you feel straight into daveed. 

“woah there pony boy” he laughed, as he extended a hand to help you up. you shyly glanced at  your feet as you stumbled onto your bearings. 

“so-sorry” you muttered. daveed laughed again, a roaring, loud, laugh which made a hint of a smile ghost your lips. 

“there’s that beautiful smile i was looking for! hey, aren't you the new eliza understudy?” he asks you, grinning widely. you look up and nod, starting to feel more comfortable. 

“let me show you around!” he volunteers. you nod again, and he grabs your arm, and drags you around. 

“thats our national treasure, aka, oakierite onadowan.” daveed laughs. oak turns around and gives him a deadly ‘are you fucking serious’ look. 

“you literally could not have pronounced my name worse” he rolls his eyes, laughing. you couldn't help but chuckle, and daveed continued to show you around. during lunch, phillipa caught you making heart-eyes to anthony, who was across the room, laughing with daveed about something. 

“so, you caught the anthony-fever too?” she asks, nudging your elbow slightly. 

“whaaaat? i have absolutely no idea-” you look at phillipa, rolling her eyes, “ok yeah i may have a little bit of a crush on him.” she laughs, and slugs her arm over you. 

“its like destiny or something, every eliza understudy ever falls for him. unfortunately though, anthony’s a huge player and your heart couldn't have fallen in a bigger hole than it just did.” she teases. 

“hey- you never know, i just might grow out of it.” you shrug hopefully. 

“sure you will.”

it had been about three months since  you came officially on the cast. they were absolutely wonderful to you. but you avoided anthony like the plague. almost your second week of the third month, you stumbled upon a piece of paper left haphazardly on one of the couches. 

pippa: 6 months 11$

daveed: 4 months 10$

lin: 8 months 8.56$

oak: 10 months 9$

groffsauce: a lot of fucking time 20 cents

ariana: i believe in my girl, ill go with 5 months 15$

the list went on and on. you had no idea what this paper was about, but you stuffed it in your back pocket and grabbed your backpack from the side of the couch. you had left it there yesterday on accident. it felt heavier than usual. suspiciously, you looked through the bag to find about three of anthony’s shirts, you'd know since you'd memorized his work closet, stuffed inside your backpack. rolling your eyes, you looked for anthony. you knocked on his door when you spotted it. 

“come in!” he yelled, and you carefully opened the door. a shirtless, confused anthony came into view, making your breath catch and all planned words fall into a stutter.

“u-u-uh i-i ha-v-ee-ve- yo-u-ur sh-i-i-i-r-rt” you barely got out, and anthony’s eyes widened in surprise. 

“ohmygod! y/n what are you- ahhh” and he let out a string of incoherent words in spanish. 

“uh-oh god- sorry for barging in on you but those dumbasses put your shirts in my bag. 

“thats where they went! jesus christ I've been searching for them for like an hour and a half now. how'd you know it was mine?” he asked as he took them out of your hands. 

“you literally wear the same five shirts everyday of your life.” you laugh, as he slips one of the shirts back on.  “anthony i-” you start, thinking about asking him out, but then was interrupted by a phone call. 

“sorry got to take this, one second.” he says, and picks up the phone. 

“hey babe!” he grins, and your heart and smile drop. “nothing, im on my way right now love you too!” and with that he leaves, no good bye or anything. you were startled, and in shock you go back to your dressing room couch and sit down. 

“surprise! did you do it? did he ask you out?” your friends all jump out from behind the couch and yell.  “wait- somethings wrong. y/n?” phillipa stopped them and sat down beside you. you started to cry into her jacket and they realized what had happened. 

“that son of a bitch-” “he has a girlfriend, i cant-” you start but phillipa shushes you and you cry. the cast comforts you as they glare angrily in the general direction of anthony. 

anthony furrowed his brows as he saw you laughing with daveed about something. he didn't feel particularly jealous or anything, just there was something boiling at the pit of his stomach and he couldn't knock that feeling off. he needed to get a breath of air, so he walked outside. meanwhile, daveed was teasing you about anthony. 

“honey, it is so obvious. he's not even dating anyone anymore!” phillipa pointed out, waving her finger around. 

“can we not talk about him for once? all we do is talk about him. everyday.” you sighed, and picked up a fry from the bowl in front of you, munching on it with a pout. 

“aw, ok fine. what do you want to talk about? we have no shows today and everyones free.” jonathan asks. you look at him and furrow your brows. 

“lets go to chipotle.” you suggest, and everyone whoops. so there you guys were, everyone in their full costumes, walking to chipotle. anthony was outside, talking on the phone to someone. daveed saw him and leaned over to snake his arm around your was it. you looked up at him quizzically, and he whispered “just go with it” to you. he nodded his head towards anthony and suddenly you understood. you snuggled into his arms and crossed the street. people started to take photos of all of you guys and notifications on your phone started buzzing. you echoed instagram, looking at the photos people tagged you in. 

@ brownmagiic ((my instgram self promo)) [photo] my mans @ daveeddiggs   is cheating on me!!!! but i would too if i had the option to date someone like @ y/u/n 

@ hamleton [photo] CONSPIRACY THEORY TIME!!!!! 

you rolled your eyes and laughed, occasionally glancing towards where anthony slugged behind you. he glared at daveed and you couldn't help but laugh more. as you and saved ordered your food, anthony sulked in the corner booth of chipotle. 

“what is it?” phillipa says , and anthony rolls his eyes. 

“nothing.” he huffs, turning away from her. 

“is it y/n?” phillipa laughs. anthony shakes his head vigorously. 

“what? no! i could never like-” “oh shut up” she laughs, “we all know it. man up. ask her out.” 

“but shes-” “with daveed? no-” “then explain that” anthony points at daveed kissing you square on the lips. 

“wha-wh- w- what” she stuttered out, confused. anthony storms out, face red. 

phillipa graciously stomps over to the two of you. 

“what was that?” she growls. 

“we just kinda got into it and then leslie was like you two should kiss so we did and-”

“go apologize to anthony! he was about to ask you out! go! now!’ phillipa pushed you out the door to meet anthony, sitting on the curb. 

“anthony?” you asked him, eyes pleading him to answer.

“hmm?” 

“what happened?” you shyly asked, taking a set next to him. 

“nothing-nothing really. uh. just, theres this person i like. and they uh- they like someone else. and its really hard.” he says looking up at you. 

“i can assure you that person does not like who you think they like” you laughed.

“wel, then who do they like? because they've been avoiding me.” anthony says with a breath. 

“they havent been avoiding you. they've just been scared to confront you because if they do-” you stopped yourself. 

“what? what will happen if you do?” anthony turns his whole body towards you. 

“then id have to admit to myself that i really do like you. anthony, i really like you.” you let a sigh esca[e and he spends a few seconds just looking at you. suddenly you both are kissing and cheers are  heard from all around you, several cameras on. 

“fi-fucking-nally!” daveed yells.

you guys laugh as anthony holds you close. 

a/n p. 2 - ANTHONY CUT HIS HAIR WHAT THE FLIPPTY FUCk???? FIRST LIN NOW ANTHONY.???? WHAT NEXT? DAVEED ???? I CANT STAND THAT HIS HAIR IS THE REASON I AM ALIVE TO THIS DAY HELPDS DFHASKDHF;L

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Cake- Phillip x Reader

Reader Gender- Not mentioned

Warnings- None

AU- Modern

A/N- I’m sorry this one is so short I just wanted to make sure I got something out for you guys. Because I got a request, I’ll now have two Lucifer x Readers after this followed by Jealousy in Laf’s POV so look forward to that!

You were sitting, bored, in the living room of your dorm, rewatching the first season of Orange is the New Black. It was a regular Saturday night and you were stuck at home, doing nothing. Despite your complaining though, you were much happier here than at the club your friends had invited you to.

In the midst of an episode, you got a text which was something you weren't expecting to receive this evening.

‘I just bought 50 boxes of cake mix we need to start making cakes ASAP. Where are u?’ It read. You didn't recognize the number but you were too intrigued to ignore it.

‘I think you have the wrong number but you can count me in.’  You replied.

‘Georges?’ They asked.

‘Nope. Y/N.’

‘Oh. Well do you happen to go to Harvard?’

‘Yep.’

‘Cool. My dorm number is 185. I'm so desperate pls help me.’

You laughed at his ability to trust you so easily. He must be desperate.

You slipped out of your sweatpants and pulled on a pair of black leggings so that you could look at least somewhat presentable. Deciding your shirt was good enough, you slipped on a pair of shoes and headed out.

Checking the map on your phone, you saw that 185 was located in Perkins Hall, the same dorm you were in. You went upstairs to where this person's dorm was. Reaching the door quickly, you knocked three times.

The door opened to reveal a boy with wild curls tucked into a ponytail. Hundreds of freckles dotted his face and his wide smile lit up his hazel eyes.

“Y/n? Oh hey don't we have theater together?” He asked.

“Oh yeah, we do, don't we? Phillip, right?” You lightly remembered him from your majoring class.

“That's me. Come in, come in, we have cakes to make.” He held the door open wider for you.

“Shouldn't we go to one of the kitchens?” You answered your own question when you looked around and saw an oven in the corner of the open flat. “Oh nevermind, you have an oven. Wait how the hell did you get that up here? You live on the third floor.”

“My dad's friend is really strong. His name is Hercules for christ’s sake.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah. So where's the person you were actually trying to text?”

“Oh, yeah. He forgot and went off to a club with his girlfriend. He's probably already drunk so I just let him be.”

“Alright, just you and me then. Let's make some cakes.”

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 After spending a good hour and a half making cakes, you had four in the oven while the rest of the batter sat in the fridge. While waiting, you and Phillip sat on the couch, listening to music and playing stupid games to get to know each other better.

“Never have I ever…” you thought for a moment, thinking of the best question to beat Phillip, who only had one finger remaining, “kissed someone.” You finished.

He blushed lightly, moving his eyes to his feet whilst keeping his one finger in the air.

“Seriously? How?” You exclaimed.

“I don't know, I've just never been with a person I really liked before. Most just aren't like me.” He shrugged.

“Yeah but you're attractive and sweet and funny! I'm sure you could have any girl- or guy- you want! Man some people must be really idiotic if they can't see how awesome you are.” You shyly stopped talking, realizing what you had just said.

“You really think that about me?” He said it so quietly, you almost missed it.

“Yeah of course. I should, um, go check on the cakes.” You stood up and briskly walked to the kitchen.

You slid on an oven mitt and pulled out one of the cakes, poking it with a toothpick to test it. When it came out clean you pulled them all out and turned to yell for Phillip.

To your surprise, you found him already standing just inches away from you. Before you could say a word, he took your face in his hands and pulled you even closer to him, locking your lips with his. Lost in hundreds of different thoughts, Phillip pulled away before you could respond.

“I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed any-” you cut him off by doing the same thing he had done only seconds ago.

He responded next to immediately, melting into the kiss. After a while, you started to feel self conscious and broke away.

“Sorry.” You breathed.

He laughed loudly, “I thought I made it clear that I don't really mind.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess you did.” You laughed lightly.

“It's getting kind of late, and we have a lot of cake batter left. Do you want to stay the night?” He asked nervously.

“I'd love to.”

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PHILIP HAMILTON X FEM!READER (modern AU)

Romantic

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(trigger warnings; angst, swearing, kissing, flirts)

 Prompt: “Where were you when I needed you?”

 Writers: @whydoiwritethesestories & @wheredidiputmywilltolive

I opened my eyes, and stared at my ceiling. It took me a minute, but I remembered immediately what day it was. The worst day of my life. It was the four year anniversary of the day Phillip Hamilton moved away without a word. At first I was upset about it. My best friend abandoning me. Now I was just angry. He left halfway through our first year in high school, and now, I was going to graduate without him. The anger had subsided slightly, but there was no denying I was pissed. I pulled out my phone, and opened twitter, trying to forget about what day it was. At about 10:30 my mom walked in, “(y/n), I want you out of the house for 12. We’re having an open house.” I sighed and got up, “Okay.” I walked towards the ensuite and got ready.

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I checked my phone, 11:45, might as well get a head start. My room was clean for once, because for some reason most buyers don’t like messy rooms. Strange. I walked out of my house and headed to the nearest park, which just happened to be Central Park. I had my coffee with me, and was walking along when all of a sudden, WHAM. How fucking cheesy, I walk right into someone, a guy, nonetheless. “Sorry..” I mutter, starting to walk away. “Wait!” I stop, but don't turn around, “What?”

“It's not every day you see an angel.”

I roll my eyes, what a fuckboy. I begin to walk away, but he grabs my hand. I turn around and pull my hand away, face to face with Philllip Hamilton. “What the fuck?” His mouth fell into a perfect o. “Listen, (y/n) I can explain!”

“No, Phillip.” I saw him cringe at my tone, “(y/n) I--”

“Fuck off! Don't ever contact me again! I can't believe you. You--You pessimistic fuckboy!” I turn and run.

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Phillip’s POV:

“I don't know why she was so mad..”

“Well, I mean you did kind of not tell her we were moving away.”

“I just didn’t think it’d be such a big deal.”

“That’s women for you, Philly.”

I groaned into my pillow. “But she isn’t… nevermind!” My father raised an eyebrow, “She isn’t a woman?” I quickly threw my pillow at him. “No! That’s not what I meant! I meant that I know tons of girls, but she always manages to surprise me.” Dad smirked slightly, “Philly, is there any chance you have a..crush on (y/n)?” I immediately replied, “Of course I do! I mean who wouldn’t?! She’s amazing…” He chuckled lightly, “That’s blunt.” I frowned lightly ignoring his comment. “Do you know how awful I felt when we had to leave, that’s why I didn’t say anything to her. I thought it would be easier if I didn’t tell her.. I guess that was a really dumb thing to do huh?” He nodded, “Very, very, very, ve-” I interrupted him, “Okay! I get it.. Geez.” Dad laughed again, before his phone went off, he checked it and cursed, “That’s work, Philly. I’m really sorry. Ask your mom?” before I could say anything he ran off. “Damnit!” I yelled, because I knew mom wouldn’t help me either. Sighing I went to grab my jacket, and ran out the door.

After about fifteen minutes of running I made it to (y/n)’s house. I checked the time, 5:46, and put my phone back in my pocket. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door.

The door opened, and there stood (y/n). She was in a (f/c) t-shirt and pajama shorts. She looked at me for about 5 seconds before slamming the door. I heard the door lock and footsteps pad away from the door, presumably back to her room. Running around to the other side of the house and jumping a fence I stood under (y/n)’s window. “Damn.. Why am I so much like my father..” I muttered under my breath as I reached down for a rock. Aiming, I carefully threw it at her window. I could literally feel her eyes roll as the window slid open, “Could you get any more fucking cliche? I don’t want to talk to you.” I smirked, “Then why did you open the window, Princess?” She blushed lightly at the pet name, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t want you to break the fucking window.” I rolled my eyes, “I wouldn’t have broken it. Much..” I laughed slightly and then began the speech I prepared in my head. “Look (y/n), I know I hurt you by not te-” She almost closed the window, “Hurt me? You fucking ripped my heart into pieces and then stomped on them. You think an apology is going to work?” She fumed. She was cute when she was angry..BAD TIME, PHILLIP. “Honestly..? I didn’t think you would even open the window.. I know the apology won’t make you forgive me, I just needed to tell you that I regret it. That was such an asshole move, and I’m sorry.” (y/n) shook her head, “I regret falling in love with you.” she spoke, before she could slam the window, I yelled, “I regret not telling you that I fell in love with you!” she looked me dead in the eyes, tears filled hers. “You should..” I looked at her and smiled slightly, “(y/n) (l/n) I am in love with you, and I have been for a very long time.” She smiled too, “Philly?”

“Yes..?”

“I love you too.”

“Can I come inside now..? It’s really cold out here.”

“It’s 80º.”

 “I know.” I said with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and closed the window. “Hey!” I yelled as I ran to the front door, climbing over the fence once again. The door was open and (y/n) was laughing, “What took so long?”

“Your damn fence is what!” I said with a winded laugh. She returned the laugh, pulling me into a hug, “I missed you.” I pulled back slightly and responded, “Me too, but do you know what I missed more?”

“What?”

“This.” I said as I leaned in and pecked her on the lips, a bright smile on my face afterwards. She turned bright red, tucking her hair behind her hair; a nervous habit. “I-I don’t actually believe we’ve done that before..” I shrugged, “I needed a transition okay?” She laughed, “I wouldn’t mind if it became a thing though..” I laughed slightly, “Well that depends.. Is your mom home?”