i totally did not realize this was supposed to be lin

Libraries and Piragua (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You were sexiled by your roommate on a day that you’d kill just to collapse into bed. You end up passing time with someone that makes your day end on a high note.

Word Count: 1,340

Warnings: Aimless plot, mentions of sex (nothing graphic), cussing, mentions of death (but character death like Abuela Claudia’s death in ITH mentioned is what I’m saying)

A/N: College AUs are my weakness, this is a demonstration of my knack for tying In The Heights into literally anything (and making my Classical Tradition professor proud with my Sophocles reference). Also, I am obsessed with the way Lin’s eyes are so expressive and was forced to take out approximately 1,000 references to them from this fic during proofreading.

“Please [Y/N]? You owe me from that time you broke the coffee machine, [Y/N].” you muttered, mocking your roommate’s pleas as you trudged across campus to the library. You planned on mocking your own stupidity for agreeing to her request once you were done being annoyed with her. She had to pick the one day you ended up having a terrible, rushing-everywhere, everything-goes-wrong kind of day to seal the deal with the guy she’s been pining over for months. 

You yanked open the door to the library with an unnecessary amount of force before you stalked inside. You made it upstairs, appreciative of the near empty scene. There was only a few people scattered among the tables or computers along the wall. At least you knew you’d be left alone with your bitterness. 

You pulled out a chair to toss your bag onto before shedding your jacket. Once you got settled in, you pulled out your headphones and laptop. You popped in one headphone and scanned your library looking for a song that might ease your exasperation. Once you had it playing you pulled out your textbook and leafed through it, debating whether you wanted to be productive or not. You settled on not and shoved it away before pulling your laptop closer. With your one free ear you heard a chuckle and you internally sighed before turning to find its source. The table to your right had a boy who was looking at you amused. You wondered if the dark circles under his eyes meant he was as exhausted as you were.

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Embarrassed, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Lin is a fan of the Reader, who sees Hamilton with the insistence of her friend.

Words: 1122

Author’s Note: I was supposed to post a Daveed fic today but I was too tired to write it so I’ll let you guys have this fic I wrote a little while ago and have been saving! Day 4 done, 3 more to go!

Warnings: Cursing? I usually curse in a fic, so probably cursing.

Askbox | Masterlist

It had started innocently enough - a friend had recommended the album to you, you usually trusted her judgement, so you listened to it in your spare time.

Not that you had much spare time, but it basically consumed it.

You insisted on having it on full blast whenever you could - during photo shoots, while in hair or makeup, whenever you were walking around on set. Someone was bound to say something about it.

After nearly a month of the Hamilton album playing as constant background noise, you decided to fully dive in and see the show.

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“trust me” || lin manuel miranda

Originally posted by digitalloop

word count: 2590

summary: lin manuel miranda x reader → not just another ride on a subway

author’s note: there are a few cuss words in this so.. (sorry for any spelling or grammar errors) thank you, enjoy…

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Vikings / Sons of Anarchy Crossover Fic

So here it is! I didn’t come up with a fitting title so far but maybe next chapter. I already got the feeling that this will turn into a monster. I’m dying to throw an OC into this and see what happens, so this can be seen as a prologue. I really hope you guys like the idea because the next chapter is already in the making.

Naturally this is a bit off canon for both shows. Out of practical reasons the timelines are a bit different, also in this Ivar can walk and is a bit older then he currently is on the show. Later chapters might require more changes (I totally want Opie to be alive) but we will see.

I’m a bit nervous because this is so different from everything I have written before. I hope you guys like it.

@belle-scarre @nekodalolita


„Have you heared the news from Oaktown?“ Juice came running towards him as soon as he had pulled into the TM lot.

Jax took off this helmet and sunglasses. “Calm down, Juicy. What news are you talking about?”

“There’s a new crew in Oakland. They’ve taken over Lin’s territory.”

Jax narrowed his eyes. “Really? I suppose Lin’s not all too happy about that?”

“He was found dead yesterday morning.”

“Not too much of a loss for the world” Jax stated as they joined Chibs, who was sitting at the picnic table in front of the club house. “So what do we know about this new crew?”

“It’s an MC. They call themselves Vikings. No one knows where they came from, they seem to have appeared out of thin air.” Chibs said taking a long swig from his beer.

“They pop up out of nowhere, kill Lin and take over his territory? They must be more than bold to pull of such a thing. And smart if they’ve found a way of doing that without having to fear the retaliation of the Chinese.”

Chibs gave a shrug. “Or maybe they’re not so smart and the problem will solve itself soon.”

“There’s more. About Lin, how he was found.” Juice added.

Jax looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

“It’s just rumors so far but they say that his back was cut open and his lungs were pulled out. Then he was left like that to bleed out or suffocate or whatever. That is really brutal shit, man.”

“And it changes the whole dynamic in Oaktown. What does that mean for us, Jackieboy?” Chibs asked.

Jax rubbed his chin. “I don’t know yet. We’ll have to wait and see. But in the meantime I want you guys to find out everything you can about this MC. We’ll deal with this later. Nero is waiting for me in Stockton to talk about that Diosa expansion.”

On his way to Stockton the news about this new MC were going round and round in Jax’ head. The road was long and straight and there was not much to see besides slight hills and low bushes. Deep in his thoughts, he noticed the dark van that suddenly appeared next to him seconds too late. The side door slid open and Jax hit the brakes, just in time to fall behind as three masked men started to shoot. He managed to get behind the van and out of their sight but relief only lasted two seconds as the driver of the van hit the brakes and he had to take a fast swing to the left in order not to crash into the vehicle in front of him. He looked around for anything that could be helpful, but there was only the straight road ahead and the desert around him. That meant there was only one chance to get out of this alive. He turned the gas lever and accelerated his bike to maximum speed. By pure luck he dodged a few more bullets that came flying past him, but soon the shooters realized that at this speed their chances to hit their target were going towards zero and settled for just following him. For now.

Jax let out a relieved breath as the outskirts of Stockton came into sight. He barely slowed down his bike as he passed the first buildings, desperately trying to come up with a plan to get rid of his followers. Obviously he couldn’t show up at Diosa with them still in tow. He spotted a deserted looking factory hall to his right and managed to drift into the gateway at a deadly tempo, wheels smoking and brakes shrieking. A small smirk appeared on his face as he looked over his shoulder and saw that the van hadn’t made it and had to stop and reverse. He drove around the building and hid his bike behind a pile of scrap metal, although he knew it probably made no difference. Looking for a way in, he found a small dirty window just above his head. He smashed it with the handle of his gun and managed to pull himself up and inside.

Jax heard the van pull up outside and soon after there was a rattle on one of the doors. He found cover behind a rusting dumpster just next to that door. If they came through it and marched right in, he would be in their backs, maybe that would give him the advantage he needed.  A single shot echoed through the hall, followed by a loud crack as the door was kicked open. His plan seemed to work out, for the three men stepped in, totally unaware that he was that close. He waited until they had passed him before he left his covert, gun pointing straight at them as he flicked the safety off.

“Don’t move. Guns down. Don’t turn around. You can try and shoot me if you want but then at least one of you dies here.” He was almost surprised as they obeyed immediately, slowly bending down to place their guns on the ground. “Good. Now slowly turn around.”

The men did das they were told and slowly turned to face him. The moment he realized that all three were grinning through their masks it was already too late. He heard the metallic klick of a gun lock behind his back.

“Drop our weapon and raise your hands.” A voice commanded from behind him.

He had seen three men shooting from the van, of course there had to be at least one more. He cursed himself for his stupidity. He was screwed now. There was no way out of this one.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked as his gun landed on the floor with a clatter.

There was no answer, instead a shot rang out. Jax was startled and for a moment he was sure that this was the end. Surprisingly he didn’t feel anything. Then he heard the dull thud of a body hitting the ground.

The three men in front of him grabbed their guns from the ground and ran for cover. As more gunshots echoed through the factory, Jax decided that it probably was the smart move and followed suit. He found a place where he had good cover but was also able to see what was going on.

Three more men had entered the hall, unlike the first ones they weren’t masked. Two of them had bold heads and thick beards, the third one was dark haired and seemed to be younger than the others and even though they all were wearing cuts, he didn’t recognize any of them.

They were going to work expertly, giving each other cover while moving in on the masked men. It seemed as if the bullets flying towards them didn’t concern them in the slightest. Jax had to admit that he was impressed with their combat skills. He fired a few bullets as well but from his position he had a shitty angle at his former capturers and from what he saw these new arrivals weren’t in need for his aid. As soon as they were close enough one of the two bolds made a hand sign and the dark haired man started to move around the old truck the masked men had found cover behind. As he circled the truck, Jax could see the back of his cut. Vikings MC it said over some strange sign. The conversation with Chibs and Juice this morning came back to his mind. He obviously had found the new Oakland crew. The other two Vikings were keeping the men behind the truck down with steady fire and soon the dark haired one had reached them. No questions were being asked. Three quick shots and then in got quiet.

This was probably the time to get out of here, but to reach any possible entrance he had to get past them. He wasn’t sure if they knew that he was still here until the dark haired one gestured into his direction, addressing the others in a strange sounding language.

Jax tightened his grip around his gun as they approached him. “Who are you?” He asked, raising his gun.

A split second later he was staring into the muzzles of two hand guns. Only the bold guy in the middle hadn’t raised his gun and Jax spotted a President’s patch on his chest.

The President clicked his tongue in disapproval. “Is that the way to treat the guys that just saved your ass?” He was talking with a slight accent Jax had never heard before. “You can put that gun away, we have no quarrel with you.” He gestured for his companions to do the same.

The other bold man slowly lowered his gun but the younger one didn’t move. He was watching Jax through narrowed eyes, his finger tense around the trigger.

The President nudged him with an elbow. “Ivar.”

Jax could see the hesitation in the other man’s eyes and slowly let his gun sink in de-escalation. Ivar followed suit, but he made sure to move just a little bit slower than Jax did and unlike everyone else he did not shove the weapon back into pants but kept it his hand, radiating an air of silent threat.

The President nodded. “Now that that’s settled, my name is Ragnar and this is Ivar, my VP and Floki, my Sergeant.” He said, introducing the group. “And you’re Jax Teller, President of the Sons of Anarchy.”

Jax narrowed his eyes. “You know who I am?”

The Sergeant gave a strange giggle. “Of course we do. We always do our homework, otherwise we wouldn’t be around anymore.”

“Then maybe you also know who these guys were.” Jax said, gesturing towards the four dead men. “And what they did want from me, because I seriously got no clue.”

“A crew of drug dealers from Oakland.” Ragnar explained. “Shitheads mainly, but they thought now that Lin is gone they could become all big and influential. And they don’t seem to like competition, killed one of my guys two day ago. I had someone following them around ever since then and this place seemed perfect to make our move.” He dramatically waved his hand around. “This is how we ended up here.”

“But that doesn’t make any sense. My club isn’t selling drugs.” Jax argued.

“Well then, maybe they just didn’t like your hair.” Floki said with another giggle.

Jax ignored him. “We are trying to keep drug out of Charming.”

“Ah.” Ivar made, tapping his temple with two fingers  and Jax knew what he meant, maybe that was the point.

“Well, maybe we should continue this conversation elsewhere.” Ragnar suggested. “If the people of Stockton aren’t deaf, the cops should be here soon.” He looked at Jax. “There’s a little party tonight at our clubhouse. Why don’t you and your crew show up? Maybe we can work together in some way to both of our benefit.”

Where is the truth? Part Three

Lin x Reader, Daveed x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word Count: 2,038

Warnings: angst

A/N: I know, I know, Lin is not the best character here. I just tag everyone I tagged in the previous chapter. Thank you @i-revise-likeim-runningoutoftime for proofreading this, you’re amazing.

Tags: @ joesugg-casperlee-5sos @ umyas @ hamilton–trassh @hadahe1ada @ just-a-random-fandom-24 @ winchestergirl907 @shenellah @ congratsonhamlet @ beandenjoy @ fam-just-no

The knock on the door startled you, and you opened your eyes in an attempt to get up, but the strong arms holding you tight didn’t let you.

“Daveed,” you whispered, trying to slip away from his grasp. “Let me go, somebody’s knocking!”

“What?” He sat quickly rubbing his eyes and looking so adorably sleep mussed, that you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek. He smiled, remembering the last night when he kissed you for the first time and realized that you stayed with him on the couch for the whole night. “Hey.”

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13 Envelopes

pairing: reader x lin
summary: After graduating from UCLA, you would find any way to escape having to go back home. Lucky for you, your Aunt Jasmine Cephas Jones had organized a way for you to have the adventure you’d never gotten to have before. You’re ready to take her up on the offer.
warnings: rpf (naturally), mentions of teen pregnancy
a/n: thank you all for liking part i! we’re starting to go places now and this is Slightly Longer (by slightly i mean about 2k words longer).
(previous part) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5)
tagged: @defenestrate-yourself-please

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Exhaulted Part Seventeen

Originally posted by moondarkwolf

Parts: Prologue, One, Two, Three (M), Four, Five, Six (M), Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, Seventeen, Eighteen (Coming Soon!)

Genre: Drama, Romance, Violence, etc.

Pairing: SehunxReaderxMinseok

Word Count: 6.1K

A/N: Been kind of hard to write lately with all that’s going on here in the US. So if it seems more rushed/lacking, I’m sorry. Just be kind to others a bit more lately. (Also added a reference to one of exosexo’s vines because they’re fucking GOLD.)

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We'll Figure It Out

Anthony x Reader

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

Word count: 3525

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Satisfied- hamiltots


“Eliza! Come on! You know parent night is important! Put on your dress and let’s goooo!” Angelica shouted, stomping her Mary-Jane clad foot on the wooden floor.
Eliza came huffing out of her room, blue pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt with a blue and yellow bear on the front. “I don’t wanna.”
“Eliza you gotta! Daddy said we had’ta go with him to meet everyone’s mommies and daddies! Even Peggy is ready!”
As if summoned, Peggy came barreling through the duo, her gold and pastel orange dress fluttering by. “‘Liza, help me with my shoes! Daddy said I had to be a big girl and ask!” She whined pointing down to her frilly white socks with gold and orange stitching.
“Not until she puts on her dress.” Angelica demanded.
Eliza huffed, pouted and mumbled, “fine, I’ll put on the stinking dress.” Before storming into her room.
“Peggy, meet Eliza downstairs so she can help with your shoes, ‘kay?” Angelica asked. Peggy nodded and practically flew down the stairs.
Eliza emerged from her room in a beautiful teal dress and creamy white sash, with a scowl plastered onto her face. “This is stupid,” she muttered.
Angelica gasped, “Eliza we don’t speak like that! That’s a bad word!” Eliza rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
Angelica walked up to Eliza and placed her hands on Eliza’s shoulders. “What’s wrong? You were so excited for parents night!”
Eliza shuffled from one foot to another. “It’s just that… I wanted mommy to come too. Why’d she have to go to Paris for work?”
Angelica sighed. Eliza and their mother were very close, and this week their mom was in Paris for a conference, so their dad was home.
“Hey, mommy will be back on Friday, so we can tell her all about parents night, alrighty? It’ll be okay.” Angelica soothed her sister’s fears and she noticed Eliza smile a bit more, “okay. But I want to tell her first!”
Angelica nodded, “okie dokie! Let’s get our shoes on and let’s go!” She laughed as they raced down the stairs to help Peggy with her buckles.
Their dad came out from his office in a maroon “work shirt”, black pants and matching shoes. Angelica and Eliza grabbed their dad’s hands as Peggy went on his shoulders and he led them to the car.

“Hello Mr. Schuyler, I’m Mr. Washington; it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Mr. Washington said as he shook Mr. Schuyler’s hand. Mr. Schuyler let out a hearty chuckle and said, “my girls have told me so much about you Mr. Washington, it’s nice to finally put a face to words.”
“Please, call me George.” Mr. Washington smiled. Mr. Schuyler grinned, “Philip.” The girls stood at the men’s ankles and looked around the classroom at the other families.
Lafayette was sitting on his grandmother’s lap, pointing at all the paintings he had made while speaking French a mile a minute. “Je déjà faite une peinture!” His grandmother was bouncing him gently, smiling fondly at her grandson’s enthusiasm.
Hercules and his parents were sitting with Alexander and his mom. The adults were conversing as the two boys played with dolls named Oak and Lin; the dolls were fighting a war.
“I’m so glad Hercules has found Alex! He’s never had someone to match his energy levels,” Mrs. Mulligan gushed as Alex’s mom laughed.
“I feel the same way, my little lion was so nervous when we first moved here, you know. He told me our boys instantly became friends,” she smiled.
“Well then it’s surely fate,” Mr. Mulligan joked as he bounced Hercules’s baby brother, Hugh Jr. on his lap.
“Rachel, you know we’d be happy to have Alex over. We understand how hard it must be working and raising a son.” Hugh Sr. whispered as he watched Hercules toss “Oak” into the air and shout “WE HAD A SPY ON THE INSIDE!”
“Hercules!” Mrs. Mulligan shushed him as Hugh Jr. squealed at the airborne doll.
“Thank you. Ever since his father went back to Nevis, Alex has been really quiet.” Rachel sighed.
Alex cried that whole week and begged his father to return. “Does he know why?” Mrs. Mulligan asked in a hushed tone, placing her hand over Rachel’s.
“Only partially; he thinks it’s for his father’s job. He doesn’t understand the whole concept of divorce.” The Mulligans nodded solemnly.
“Well we’d be happy to do anything- anything at all to help you with this rough patch.” Hugh Sr. said sincerely.
“Thank you so much. Usually his cousin Peter babysits him, but he hasn’t been feeling quite like himself lately.” She whispered. “He’s been diagnosed with depression, and my sister is nervous he’ll… You know.” The Mulligans shared a look with her and Hugh Jr. began to babble whole pulling at his father’s shirt.
“All right tough guy, go to mommy.” Alex’s mother smiled at the drooling infant and Hugh Jr. grabbed her slender finger into his chubby hand and began to coo.
The Burrs and the Lees had congregated in a back corner, the Lees gossiping about “what’s-his-face getting a raise” and “did you see how much weight she lost!” to the indifferent Burrs.
The Jeffersons and Madisons were leaning against one of the walls, talking about their next co-family vacation.
“We really should take a tour of Versailles, it’s supposed to be beautiful in the spring, with all the gardens in bloom and fountains. It’s a once in a lifetime experience.” Mrs. Jefferson gushed to Mrs. Madison as the husbands discussed the important French government officials they would meet at galas.
“Oh that sounds marvelous, but what about our boys allergies?” Mrs. Madison giggled as she spared a glance towards the boys. Thomas was playing with Sally and James was curled in his blanket watching with a smile.
Over by the "animal corner” John was showing his sisters his turtles- Rebel and her babies, Shellby and and Frances.
“Turns out Rebel was a girl!” John exclaimed as his siblings gathered to stare at the recently hatched turtles. John’s father had taken to sitting down and had chosen between watching his children and scoping out the classroom.
"Dad, can we play now?” She asked, thumb in her mouth and eyes as wide as a doe’s, tugging on her dad’s pant leg.
“Sure Pegster. You and your sisters may play.” Peggy gave his leg a chaste hug before skipping over to Thomas and James so she could play with Sally.

Angelica was bored. She knew nobody besides Thomas, but she didn’t want to talk to him after he yelled at her for saying girls can’t play with action figures.
As she looked around, she noticed a thin little boy with black hair. He was smiling at a woman who looked like him. Angelica had never seen him before and her curiosity was getting the better of her.
When the boy turned in her direction and she saw his face- more importantly his eyes- Angelica placed a hand over her heart to try and slow its rapid pounding. Blush fanned out over her cheeks and she cautiously made her way to him.
Smoothing out the ruffles in her dress, she tapped his shoulder. He spun around alarmed, but smiled when he saw her face. “Hi!” His voice made Angelica smile wider and butterflies consume her stomach. “Hiya,” she said with a giggle.
“You look like you’ve never been satisfied.” He said abruptly.
Angelica’s jaw went slack. “I don’t know what you mean?”
“You’re like me. I’ve never been satisfied.” He said.
“Is that right?” Angelica asked curiously.
“I’ve never been satisfied.” He repeated.
“My name is Angelica Schuyler.” Angelica smiled.
“Alexander Hamilton,” he said with a nod.
Huh, Angelica had never heard of a Hamilton family before.“Where’s your family from?”
The boy seemed alarmed and quickly replied, “unimportant, there’s a million things I haven’t done. Just you wait. Just you wait.”
The two kept talking for around two minutes- maybe three minutes and everything they said in total agreement. It felt a dream to her. He was handsome and made her smile. Angelica looked over her shoulder and saw Eliza staring at Alex. The look on her face was one of helplessness. Angelica decided to introduce them. After all, what could go wrong?

As parents night came to a close, the Schuyler family returned to their home. Peggy babbling about how much fun she had, Eliza gushing over Alex and Angelica being awfully silent. It was during the car ride she realized 3 fundamental things at the exact same time.

“Oh! Follow me!” She said with a grin.
“Where are you taking me?” Alex asked curiously.
“I’m about to change your life,” Angelica replied slyly.
“Then by all means, lead the way,” Alex exclaimed.
NUMBER 1: she has a crush on Alex but has to like someone who is well known because she’s the big sister.
“Elizabeth Schuyler. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Eliza said with a curtsy.
“Schuyler?” Alex asked confused. Angelica nodded, “my sister.”
NUMBER 2: she’s a Schuyler sister so she is very popular- something Alex might like. So that is why she introduces him to Eliza, now that’s his girlfriend.
Angelica realized in her carseat that Alex was right, she will never be satisfied.
“Thank you for being so nice,” Eliza giggled.
“If it takes meeting your sister first, it will have been worth it.” Alex replied.
“I’ll leave you to it.” Angelica said.
NUMBER 3: Angelica knows her sister like she knows her own mind, you will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. If she tells her she likes him, Eliza would reside him. He’d be hers, she would says she’s fine- she’d be lying.
But that night when she thought of Alexander’s eyes, she romanticized what might’ve been if she hadn’t sized him up so quickly. Angelica whispered through tears, “at least my dear Eliza’s his wife… At least I keep his eyes in my life.”

Angelica snapped out of her haze and lifted her juice in the air- “TO THE GROOM!”
The boys repeated their chorus of “to the groom.”
“TO THE BRIDE!” The girls followed with their bride shouts.
“FROM YOUR SISTER!” She exclaimed. The kids shouted, “Angelica!” As she said “WHO IS ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE!”
“TO YOUR UNION!” She sang loudly.
The kids shouted back, “TO THE UNION! TO YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS!”
“AND THE HOPE THAT YOU PROVIDE!” Angelica said looking at everyone, as they shouted out their favorite snacks.
“MAY YOU ALWAYS!” Angelica drew in a deep breath and bellowed, “BE SATISFIED!” While looking at Alex. He blushed and looked pointedly at Eliza, causing Angelica’s heart to drop into her stomach.
While everyone else was celebrating, Angelica sat in a corner pouting. John came over and sat next to her. “Will Eliza be happy with Alex?” He whispered sadly.
“I know she’ll be happy as his bride.”
“Oh.” John whispered as he got up to go talk to Alex. Angelica could’ve sworn she saw him crying.
“And I know…. He will never be satisfied. I will never be satisfied.” She whispered as she began to cry quietly.

His Mistake

* Thayne × Reader
* Modern rpf
* Requested by anonymous
* Request: I kinda want to see My Mistake (His Mistake) from Thayne’s perspective now. The moment he realizes he screwed up would be hilarious. “Huh. Jon and Y/N…why do I have a problem with this.” And then the. “Oh. Oh no she’s cute. Oh no I fucked up.”

A/N: so I literally took those quotes word for word cause they were hilarious. And I cut the very ending because it’d be a lot of the same. And I cut the bonus scene cause it wasn’t really much of the story, just something I wanted to write at the time. But here this is. This was actually pretty fun to have the reader not be the main character. But please enjoy!

Word Count: 2,435


Thayne ate the last of the cookie he found amongst the snacks backstage as he waited for rehearsal to start. He ended up in a conversation with Lin and Pippa until Tommy Kail called everyone to places. He walked over to his spot, next to you.

He didn’t know you too well. You were nice, sure. He just didn’t know much else. But he did notice you roll your eyes at something. “You ok Y/N?” He decided to ask. He was talkative and any excuse to start talking was a good one.

“Oh yeah, just Jon being a dork.” You told him with a smile and pink cheeks.

Thayne smiled back at you. “The usual then?” He asked you jokingly. It had the desired effect as you began laughing.

“Definitely usual.” You fell silent as the music started. Thayne also fell silent so he could concentrate. He carried his box on stage so he could sing his song. He could’ve sworn he heard snickering as he started arguing with Lin.

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Original request from a lovely anon:  “Okay but I just imagined while singing A Winter’s Ball the reader, Wanda, and Natasha singing that one day and Sam overhearing and just trying not to crack up then and there and then he gets Scott and Bucky to get down Helpless (the song A Winter’s Ball leads into) with him so the next time the girls start singing them all three are /prepared/ and automatically break out into Helpless and just cause the girls to go stunned silence and I started dying laughing”

A/N: I went a little off the rails, but I hope you can forgive me, because this is absolutely one of the cutest things I’ve ever gotten to write. I may have gotten some of the lyrics wrong, and I definitely changed one of the words in one of Hamilton’s parts, but it’s in italics, so you should be able to point it out fairly easily. I just want to say that I don’t own any of the songs mentioned or quoted in this fic. All rights belong to Lin Manuel Miranda.

A/N/2: You should definitley listen to the songs as they come up so! Here is A Winter’s Ball and Helpless

Pairing: BuckyxReader

Word Count: 2463

Warnings: None


“How great was that musical?” Wanda says as we exit the elevator.

“Well, I mean, did you see how much merch we bought?” I comment, shaking my Hamilton bag and gesturing to each girl’s respectable bag.. “The guy’s bought even more.”

“Seriously?” Natasha snorts.

“I’m very serious.” I laugh. “Rhodey had to pull Tony away before he could talk to Lin and try to buy the entire show.”

“Wow.” Wanda’s eyes widen.

“Yeah.” I nod. “Definitely very ‘wow’.”

-1 week later-

“How does everyone feel about a round of karaoke tonight?” Tony asks, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“What kind of karaoke?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow.

“Why do you need to know?” He answers with his own

“Because we wanna know what we’re getting into here, Tony.” Steve says, peering over his newspaper at him.

“Fine.” Tony concedes. “If you must know, it’ll be Hamilton karaoke.” His words are met with quiet cheers from the group. “Don’t get too excited, we’re going to be assigning characters.”

“Oh?” Clint says. “Who’s playing who?”

“Oh, you’ll find out shortly.” He says, a sly smile on his face. “Check your rooms in an hour.”

“O-okay?” I stutter as he turns on his heel, coffee in hand, and leaves to do whatever assigning characters entails.

All of us just look around the room at each other, both excited and a little terrified at the same time. Tony doesn’t tend to half ass anything, so we could find full out period accurate costumes along with our assignments.

“You don’t think he’ll make any of the guys the Schuyler sisters, do you?” Clint asks.

“I’m more concerned about the possibility of costumes.” I say, running a hand over my face before pushing off of the place where I’m leaning on the counter. “I mean, can you imagine Steve in a corset?”

“Hey!” Steve protests, harshly folding up his newspaper and glares at me jokingly. I just grin at him. “I could totally pull off a corset.”

“I think (Y/N) would look nice in a corset.” Bucky says quietly from beside Steve. Everyone slows their actions, looking at him questioningly. I can feel a blush creeping across my cheeks. “I-I mean that all of you ladies would look nice in those dresses.”

“You keep telling yourself that, bro.” Sam says, patting him on the shoulder.

“Okay, well,” I clear my throat and dump out the contents of my mug into the sink. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my office, hoping for the best from this impending karaoke disaster.”

“I’ll walk with you.” Steve rises from his seat and tucks his paper under his arm.

“Alright!” I say, my tone cheerful. He gently rests his hand in the small of my back as we take our leave of the room and I can hear a sharp intake of breath from someone at the table. I shrug it off and allow myself to be lead from the kitchen and down the hall.

“Dude, do you realize how obvious your crush is?” Sam laughs.

“I have no idea what happened…” Bucky shakes his head, leaning forward on the table. “It just spilled out.”

“I thought you were supposed to be the smooth one?” Clint laughs, pushing off of the counter and pouring himself his third mug of coffee.

“I’m not the same person I was in the forties.” He leans back in his chair. “Maybe I should just let Steve have her.”

“You seriously think he has feelings for (Y/N)?” Sam raises his eyebrows at Bucky.

“Did you see how he touched her?”

“Dude, he was just being courteous. It didn’t mean anything. Steve knows how you feel about her.”


“Yeah, it’s kind of obvious.” Scott says as he enters the kitchen. Everyone stares at him while he pours himself a bowl of cereal until he notices. “I just ruined the moment, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, kind of.” Clint nods.

“Follow me tic-tac, I’ve got an idea.” Sam walks out of the kitchen.

“Where are we going?” Scott follows after him, cereal in hand. “Is this a cereal appropriate situation?”

“Tony, we’ve got a favor to ask.” Sam steps into Tony’s office, Scott close behind.

“Okay, what is it?” Tony looks up from the strips of paper and lists on his desk.

“We’ve gotta get (Y/N) and Bucky together, and we gotta do it tonight.”

“And how do you propose we do that?”

“Make Bucky, Scott and I the Schuyler sisters.”


“Yeah, I’d be Peggy, Sam would be Angelica and Bucky would be Eliza.” Scott explains

before shoveling a massive bite of cereal into his mouth.

“And (Y/N) should be Hamilton.”

“So you’re suggesting…?”

“We switch up the roles. Sing “A Winter’s Ball” and then go right into “Helpless”. They’ll be forced to do something about their feelings.”

“And If your little stunt doesn’t work?”

“It’ll make for a great show.” Sam shrugs.

“Alright, give me some time, I’ll get it done.”

“(Y/N), have you checked for your character yet?” Wanda asks, plopping down in the extra chair in my office.

“No, not yet, why?”
“I am playing James Madison.” She says, floating the slip of paper into my line of sight.

“Oh?” I say, taking the paper from the red tendrils of her power and looking back to her. “I would have expected you to have been given Peggy.”

“Right?” She says. “I wonder if you and Natasha also got Male characters.”

“I have no clue. You wanna come with me and find out?”


We both rise from our seats and quickly walk down the hallway to my room. Lo and behold, there’s a wide slip of paper on my pillow. Upon closer inspection, it’s actually parchment. The name written there surprises me greatly.

“Hamilton.” I say, turning to Wanda, my eyes wide.

“Wow.” She takes the paper from me, looking it over. “Who would have thought?”

“Definitely not me.” I take the paper back from her, turning it over to see if there’s any more information. “You wanna practice?”

“Sure, why not?”

-Five hours later-

“Here ye, here ye!” Tony calls through the living area. “The time has come for our little Hamilton karaoke night.” He looks around at all of us, his expression showing just how pleased he is with himself for having come up with the idea. “You all have your characters, and I have your songs. Does everyone want to reveal who’s who?”

“Sure.” Sam nods.

“Why don’t we start with you then, fly boy?”

“Fine.” Sam huffs, pulling his slip of paper from his pocket. “I’m Angelica Schuyler.”

“Peggy Schuyler.” Scott says.

“Aaron Burr.” Steve follows.

“Laurens.” Natasha sighs.

“James Madison.” Wanda chimes in.

“Hercules Mulligan.” Clint says, seemingly cheerful about his assignment.

“Lafayette.” Tony Says, a grin plastered on his face.

“Hamilton.” I add, holding up my piece of paper.

“Eliza Schuyler.” Bucky has a slight blush creeping across his cheeks and I try to suppress a giggle.

“How about we just jump right in?” Tony asks.

“Is there anything we should know before we start?” Steve asks.

“Just one thing.” Tony answers, holding up one finger. “We’re not going in order, so you’ll have to be paying attention.”

“Okay, let’s do this!” Clint says enthusiastically, clapping his hands together.

Tony passes around microphones and begins the first song. It immediately launches into A Winter’s Ball and Steve and I immediately jump up along with the rest of the male characters.

“How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, go on and on grow into more of a phenomenon,” Steve starts, eyes glued to the screen, the words seeming to flow naturally from his mouth. “Watch this obnoxious, arrogant, loud mouth bother, be seated at the right hand of the father. Washington hires Hamilton right on sight, but Hamilton still wants to fight, not write. Now, Hamilton’s skill with a quill is undeniable, but do we have in common? We’re reliable with the l-”

“Ladies!” The rest of the male characters and I join in.

“There are so many to deflower!” Steve grins, odd for the words coming out of his mouth.


“Looks proximity to power!”


“They delighted and distracted him. Martha Washington named her feral tomcat after him.”

“That’s true.” I nod, trying not to laugh.


“A winter’s ball, and the Schuyler sisters are the envy of all,” Sam, Scott and Bucky stand up and jokingly bat their eyelashes making the rest of the room laugh. “Yo,” Steve lightly smacks me on the arm. “If you can marry a sister, you’re rich, son.”

“Is it a question of if, Burr, or which one?” I raise my eyebrows at him, a grin stretching across my features.

“Hey,” He sings suggestively.

“Hey,” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.



“Hey, hey, hey, hey!” We sing together as the song moves on into the chorus of “hey”’s from Helpless.

Sam, Bucky and Scott immediately get up and launch right into the song. Sam and Scott sing the hey’s while Bucky goes into Eliza’s part. Steve and I sit down with the rest of the group to watch them.

“Oooh, I do, I do, I do, hey!” My eyes widen at the pitch of Bucky’s voice. His falsetto is surprisingly amazing, as he matches all of the notes of Eliza’s part. “Ooh, I do, I do, I do, I do! Boy, you got me helpless.”

“Look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit.” All of them sing, matching the harmonies. “I’m helpless, down for the count and I’m drownin’ in ‘em.”

“I have never been the type to try and grab the spotlight. We were at a revel with some rebels on a hot night. Laughin’ at my sister as she’s dazzling the room, then you walked in and my heart went boom.” He sings, placing a hand over his heart. “Tryin’ to catch your eye from the side of the ballroom, everybody’s dancing and the bands top volume.”

“Grind to the rhythm as we wine and dine.” They sing together.

“Grab my sister and whisper, yo this one’s mine.” The men at his side go into the “ooh”’s in the background to back him up. “My sister made her way across the room to you, and I got nervous thinking ‘what’s she gonna do?’. She grabbed you by the arm, I’m thinking ‘I’m through.’ Then you look back at me and suddenly I’m-”


“Oh, Look at those eyes.” He turns and gestures at me, a slight smile shaping his mouth. “Oh, yeah, I’m helpless I know.” He sings over the two men singing in the background. “I am so into you, I am so into you.”

“I’m down for the count and I’m drownin’ in ‘em!”

“Where are you taking me?” I ask, jumping up next to Sam.

“I’m about to change your life.” He says, a sly smile on his face.

“Then, by all means, lead the way.” Sam turns my body to face Bucky who looks nervous as hell.

“Elizabeth Schuyler.” He says, holding out his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Schuyler?” I ask, gently taking his hand.

“My sister.” Sam says.

“Thank you, for all your service.” Bucky says, adding a silly curtsey at the end.

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.” I smile at him and I see a blush quickly blossom across his face.

“I’ll leave you to it.” Same says, snapping Bucky back into the present. I pull away to stand a short ways away from the group, and sway my hips in time to the music.

“One week later,”

“I’m writing a letter nightly. Now my life get better every letter that you write me.” He turns his head to look at Sam. “Laughing at my sister cause she wants to form a harem.”

“I’m just sayin’ if you really love me, you would share him.” Sam shrugs.

“Hah!” Bucky laughs. “Two weeks later in the living room-”


“My father’s stone faced as you’re asking for his-”


“I’m dyin’ inside as you wine and dine, and I’m tryin’ not to cry, cause’ there’s nothing that your mind can’t do.” He angles his body slightly and looks at me. “My father makes his way across the room to you. I panic for a second, thinking ‘we’re through’. But then he shakes your hand and says ‘be true’, and you turn back to me, smiling, and I’m helpless,”

“Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit. I’m helpless! Down for the count, and I’m drownin in ‘em. Helpless.”

“That boy is mine, that boy is mine!”

“Down for the count and I’m drownin’ in ‘em!”

“Eliza, I don’t have a dollar to my name, an acre of land, a troop to command, a dollop of fame. All I have’s my honor, a tolerance for pain,” I step closer to him, looking at him very seriously. “A couple of college credits and my top notch brain. Insane! Your family brings out a different side of me. Peggy confides in me, Angelica tried to take a bite of me! No stress, my love for you is never in doubt. We’ll let a little place in Brooklyn and we’ll figure it out.” A wide smile spreads across Bucky’s face and he steps forward, taking my hand. “I’ve been livin’ without a family since I was a child. My father left, my mother died, I grew up buckwild, but I’ll never forget my mother’s face it was real. And long as I’m alive, Eliza, swear to God you’ll never feel so…”


“I do, I do, I do, I do,”



“I do, I do, I do, I do,”

“I’ve never felt so…”

“Down for the count and I’m-”

“My life is gon’ be fine cause Eliza’s in it.”

“I look into your eyes and the sky’s the limit, I’m drownin in ‘em.”

He pauses his singing during the wedding march to reach into his back pocket and retrieve a folded piece of paper. He makes quick work of unfolding it and holding it out for me to see. It reads “Will you be the Hamilton to my Eliza?”

“Yes!” I nod, quickly handing my mic off to Steve. I turn back to him and cup his face with my hands. “Definitely.”

“In New York you can be a new man,” He leans down and kisses me gently and I smile against his lips. “In New York you can be a new man.” He pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, slowly bringing his own mic up to his mouth. “In New York you can be a new man.”



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