cast: ensemble

My Dearest (Thayne Jasperson x Reader)

Pairing: Thayne Jasperson x Reader (modern)

TW: some swearing

A/N: this is my first fic on here and it may be trash (then again it might not so i have that going for me).

Word Count: 2,343

You waited in the line of your favorite hole in the wall coffee shop. The Daily Grind had been your second home since you had moved to New York, having nowhere to go after your family hadn’t supported your dream. All you wanted when you walked in was a decent cup of coffee, but you walked out with a new tight circle of friends. You found yourself walking back to The Daily Grind whenever you wanted to clear your cluttered mind. Soon enough, the small café on the end of 46th street became your go to spot to get a fresh, steaming cup of what you were sure was the nectar of the gods.

You tapped your foot absent mindedly to the beat of the Hamilton soundtrack that softly thumped through your earbuds. Although Hamilton had only been showing on Broadway for a few weeks, it had been the talk of everyone you knew. You had listened to the album front and back countless times and knew almost every lyric. You listened to it as you woke up and when you went to bed in the late hours of the night because something about it was so compelling.

“Hey, Y/N!” The cheery voice of The Daily Grind’s cashier, Sara, interrupted Farmer Refuted as you hit pause and tugged out one earbud. “I’m guessing you want your usual, with the fuckton of sugar?”

You dramatically placed a hand over your heart and pouted your lip. “You know me so well, how sweet.”

A grin fell on her face at your antics as she passed your order onto another employee. “Only the best for our most valued customer. Let me tell you, you’re sure a sight for sore eyes. The shop’s been busy ever since Hamilton hit Broadway. We’ve been slammed with customers before and after the shows since we’re the closest café.”

“Hey, any business is good business.” You stepped aside, suddenly remembering you were holding up a slightly angry line as Sara nodded and handed you your cup of sweet goodness.

You sighed in relief as the warmth of the cup met your palms. Recently, it seemed like coffee was the only thing that kept you going. You spun on your heel, ready to leave the shop just as you abruptly ran into a strong, solid figure. Before you knew it, your coffee was splattered all over your clothes and the ground. In the mess of this, your phone had fallen from your hand onto the floor along with your earbuds. At this point, you were more disappointed about your wasted coffee than your most likely shattered phone and damp clothes.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry, I—here—let me help you with that.” Your head snapped up at the sweet sounding voice as you saw the man grab about twenty napkins. His eyebrows were furrowed and his mouth was shaped into a worried frown as he continued to apologize to the employees as well, muttering to himself.

“Christ, Thayne, you can’t even walk down the street without making a mess.”

You laughed quietly to yourself, taking in Thayne’s features: his vivid chocolate eyes, his chestnut hair, and god, his teeth were brighter than your future.

But why did this all look so familiar to you? You felt like you had known Thayne from somewhere you couldn’t quite place.

You were taken away from your thoughts as Thayne stepped in front of you, frantically giving you more napkins than you knew what to do with. You patted the napkins on your shirt as you desperately tried to rid your clothes of the stain with no avail.

“Again, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am, that was totally my bad I—” His eyes filled with worry as you attempted to get the splotchy stain out of your clothes.

You glanced up at him for a second, in awe of how polite he was being to you. “Hey, it’s okay, I wasn’t watching where I was going. You’re fine, don’t worry too much about it.”

“Wait, what?” Thayne’s eyes flicked up to you at your words, as if he didn’t believe what you had just said.

“I said it’s okay. It’s just a little spill.”

“Oh,” he sighed, his muscular shoulders immediately dropping in what it seemed was relief. “Thank you so much, usually people on the streets yell at me to watch where I’m going! I’m just surprised is all, heh.” He looked down to your phone on the floor, swiftly bending down to pick it up.

“Yeah, some New Yorkers aren’t the most forgiving—what?” You were cut off by Thayne’s joyous laughter as he took a glance at your phone.

He grinned up at you and returned your phone, giggles still threatening to escape his lips. “Farmer Refuted, huh?”

You slipped your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, a ghost of a smile spreading on your face at the mention of one of your favorite Hamilton songs. “Yeah, I was going through what must be my tenth run through of listening to Hamilton.”

“You must be a pretty big fan, eh?”

“You could say that.”

“Well, I happen to know quite a bit about Hamilton myself.” He cocked his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

You raised one eyebrow at his claim. “Do you now?”

He hummed. “Mhm. How ‘bout this: I’ll pay for your coffee, no ifs, ands, or buts about it, either. I can get my order, then we can sit down and you can tell me everything you think you know about Hamilton.”

This man was too sweet, you almost couldn’t believe it. He immediately apologizes for something that was clearly your fault, and now he offers to pay for the coffee that you spilled?

He was as sweet as the “fuckton” of sugar in your coffee.

“Wait—you really don’t need to pay for that—”

“Ah ah ah! What did I say?” He turned around to face you, an exuberant smile plastered on his face as he placed himself in the line to order.

You huffed, accepting your defeat. “No ifs, ands, or buts.” You grumbled.

“That’s better. Smile more.

“Oh my god.” You made your way to a table near the back of the shop along the wall, pulling your phone out of your pocket to check the potential damage from when you had dropped it. To your surprise, and by some miracle, there were no visible cracks on the screen. You sighed, relief instantly flooding through you as you turned on your phone and played a game to pass the time while you waited for Thayne.

When you got bored of playing games, you glanced up at the clock. It had been ten minutes since Thayne told you he would order both of your coffees. You craned your neck to see Thayne at the counter, waiting for the order. Your eyes grew wide at the sight of twenty cups in front of him.

Who the hell were those for?

Sara placed one more cup in front of Thayne, giving him multiple trays to keep the coffee from spilling as he made several trips to your table.

After he placed the final tray to the side, he sat down, handing you your usual.

“Why in the world do you have all of those cups?” Your eyebrows furrowed, amazed at how much Thayne had ordered.

“I’ve got a lot of, uh, friends that need it…Oh!” He exclaimed after taking a sip of his own drink. “I haven’t even introduced myself yet!”

He stuck a hand out towards you across the table. “Jasperson. Thayne Jasperson.”

You giggled, taking his hand and shaking it firmly. “L/N. Y/N L/N.”

“You’ve got yourself a nice name, there.” Thayne sipped his coffee.

“Thanks, it was a birthday present.”

Thayne practically did a spit take as he cackled at your joke, his eyes crinkling. “Why did I laugh at that?”

“Because I’m funny as hell, duh.” You laughed at his reaction for a minute until you two settled down.

Thayne fiddled with his fingers, looking up at you. “Have you ever gone to a Hamilton show?”

You nearly choked on your coffee, covering your mouth with your hand. “God, I wish. Have you?”

He shook his head, a smile spreading on his lips. “Me? No, a couple of my friends have, though. They said it was really good.”

“How can it not with that amazing soundtrack? All of the songs are so genius and everyone has such amazing voices.”

He nodded in agreement. “Heh, I suppose so. So, uh, what do you do? Like, for a living?”

“Ah, not much, I’m basically your stereotypical struggling actor. Came to New York because my family didn’t support me, l live in a small apartment, I’m taking every opportunity for musicals that I can. I do teach acting classes, though, down the road. I figured I could help other people find their talent, instead of wasting mine. Enough about me, though. What do you do?”

“I dance, was in a couple productions here and there, y’know. That acting class thing sounds really cool, though. That’s awesome that you’re inspiring younger people.”

“Mhm.” You smiled. “As weird as it sounds, I kind of like watching the kids struggle—”

“Yeah, that is pretty weird—” He laughed heartily.

“Shhh!” Your face broke into a grin. “When they struggle and keep working towards a goal, it makes it so much better to see when they reach the goal. When it clicks. They try so hard to do something, and then all of the sudden they nail it and this smile just never leaves their face, it's—it’s why I still have that job.”

Thayne listened intently, his attention never diverting as a warm, soft smile that reached his eyes spread across his face; one that made you feel safe. “I can just tell you have some great talent in you, you know that? You’re so passionate about what you do and being able to teach kids all these technicalities that go into acting and dancing and singing is no easy job. You’re more interesting than I thought, Y/N.”

A blush rose to your cheeks as you laughed from embarrassment. “That’s really sweet of you; no one really cares to compliment my work, especially in the performing arts. My parents just said my dream would get me nowhere, no matter how hard I worked. They didn’t think I was talented, so I don’t really think so anymore either.”

“Hey,” Thayne reached across the table and placed his hand over yours, his eyes serious, yet still holding some kind of safety you couldn’t quite place. “Don’t you dare say that to yourself. Excuse my language, but fuck what your parents say! All that matters is that I’m here and I believe that you have what it takes to make it big! And from what I’ve seen, you are a lovely, lovely person and anyone who doesn’t want to work with you after this first impression doesn’t deserve you. You understand me?”

You nodded your head inhaled sharply, surprised by his sudden outburst. You had only known Thayne for a mere thirty minutes, and you already had such a strong connection with him. You felt your eyes begin to well up with tears at the thought of him thinking so highly of you after just meeting you. Thayne’s eyes were soft and he gasped slightly at the sight of you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He got out of his seat, crouching down beside you and taking your hands in his. “Was it something that I said? Because I tend to—”

“No, no, it’s nothing you said.” Your voice shook. “Well—maybe—but the point is, no one has ever truly believed in me and my dream. And to just hear you say those things, it’s…relieving.”

Next thing you knew, Thayne’s strong arms wrapped around your form as he rubbed your back. “Y/N, I know what it’s like to not have anyone rooting for you, and it absolutely sucks. That’s why I just want you to have some hope, I don’t want you to feel this way because no one deserves it. I believe in you because I can see talent in you, you’re literally dripping in it. I’m not saying this just to say it, y’know?”

You nodded against his shoulder as you pulled away from him, a small smile on both of your faces.

“You good?” Thayne asked. “Because if you’re gonna cry again I can give you another hug, you know, I specialize in those. Heck, I might as well put it on my resume.”

His comment caused you to giggle uncontrollably as he took his seat again and beamed at you.

“That was totally better than my name joke.” You looked up at Thayne.

“You bet it was.” Thayne pulled out his phone, turning it on to check the time as his eyes widened. “Oh shi—shoot. Shoot. I need to take these orders back to my friends. Y/N, can I see your phone real quick?”

“Uhh, sure?” You unlocked your phone and handed it to Thayne as he tapped the screen, his tongue poking out of the corner of his lips.

“Annnnd, here you go.” Thayne placed your phone in your hand as he grabbed the trays of countless cups. “I’ll see you soon?”

“I sure hope so.” You laughed at the sight of Thayne trying to hold 5 trays at one time as he walked towards the door of the shop.

Thayne turned back towards once more, a big smile spreading across his face. “I hope so too, Y/N.”

As he exited the café, Sara gave a pointed look towards you, a smirk tugging at her lips. “Looks like Y/N’s got themselves a boyfrienddd!

You shook your head in embarrassment, your cheeks flushing. “No…”

“You wish, though.”

You paused for a second, your eyes still on the door Thayne walked out of just minutes ago. “I guess so.”

this show means so much to me, i can’t even begin to explain, and i know a lot of people would agree with me.

i wanted to make something for the finale but i couldn’t finish on time so i’m posting now D: it might be a little blurry b/c the file is so big and tumblr messes up the sizing etc. but i hope it looks okay!

*edit*: the image kept crashing so i had to reupload :/) 

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Hamilton ensemble appreciation post™

((honestly bless Broadway.com for doing a photo shoot of these people they are all so beautiful and talented))

the funniest line deliveries (imo) for each of The Magnificent Seven

“I HAVE THREE MARIAAAAAAS!!!” - Vasquez

“Then just shoot him in the head, hell I don’t know, avenge me.” - Sam Chisolm

“Oh good they brought their pitchforks, we may stand a chance after all.” - Josh Faraday (OR “Je-sus-wept”)

“You little shit! We got a lot to talk about!” - Jack Horne

“I’m hungry.” - Red Harvest

C’MON! GET SOME GRAVEL IN YOUR CRAW! GODDAMNsonsabitches” - Goodnight Robicheaux

(1000% poker faced) “That is funny.” - Billy Rocks

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Is this a potentially challenging time to mount a show that has an earnest, straightforward story and that isn’t, perhaps, a cornerstone of musical-theater history? 

Benanti: We’re not “Hamilton.” But there wouldn’t be a “Hamilton” if there weren’t a “She Loves Me” or “Gypsy” or “The King and I.”
Krakowski: I did see Scott’s original revival. It feels, as it does now, like this beautiful jewel box. For a musical that isn’t as well known, it’s quite a perfect little piece.

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