Amelia (Part 2 of 3)
Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader
Summary: Meet Melissa.
Note: (I’m not sure what time it is for you guys but I need to go to class so I’m posting this early-ish? Sorry yo)
So..?? You guys have been crazy wonderful and supportive about part one and I’m stupid emotional about it?? I was low key terrified to post it bc I hadn’t posted any writing in so long but y’all are incredible and I don’t deserve you holy wow.
Anyway, here’s PART TWO uh oh here we go. I think it goes without saying that this wouldn’t exist without Taryn’s help but also like THIS WOULDN’T EXIST WITHOUT TARYN’S HELP.
enjoy the trash!
Word Count: about 12k whatever (I promise part 3 is less obnoxious)
Late nights working at the bar usually left you exhausted beyond belief, barely able to make it to your bed before you collapsed and passed out until the incessant buzzing of your alarm woke you up just a few hours later. You hated your job. You hated the low-cut uniform and the creepy men you had to serve with a smile. You hated the late hours and the shitty pay.
You hated it, and so you were trying to consistently sleep off the grimy film that shifts at the bar always left on your skin.
This night, however, was different. On this night, you barged back into your apartment after your shift ended at two in the morning with your mind already racing and fingers itching for a pen to start writing things down. You pulled out a crumpled wad of napkins that you’d started jotting ideas, facts and figures onto throughout the night and started transcribing them in more detail into a notebook on your desk– a notebook you hadn’t touched since the last time you had started planning a gallery display.
You stayed up all night, doing research and thinking through logistics and never tiring as you worked towards something for the first time in two years.