usnavi imagine

lin-manuel miranda show lines that i relate to

“i never win shit”

“hey guys it’s me, the biggest disappointment you know”


“hamilton sit down”

“i can never be satisfied”

“a mess she looked pathetic”

“ive never seen this much money in my life”

“i disagree”

“actually, it said us navy”

“talk less” “im sorry what” “shut up, go home and pull your damn pants up”
All of the Best Ships™

Person A: *Is always angry, serious, and/or working, so is always frowning.*
Person B: *Exists.* *Smiles at A.*
Person A: *Smiles and stares for a second* *whispers to themself* Goddammit.
Person C: ????


“I think a lot about trying to meet the moment as honestly as possible, because I don’t pretend to have any answers. In fact, I have infinitely more questions than answers.”

for @ladyliberty7476 who wanted some more usnavi and sonny,, aka the worlds best cousins who love each other very very much

So Much More

Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader


Summary: The Whisper Challenge is the stupidest thing to exist.

Warnings: Cursing, because we all know I can’t contain myself.


A/N: Jesus Christ, I’m literally garbage. Here I am, take me away, throw me into the dumpster. Or better yet, an incinerator. This is dumb. It’s trash. Also, I sat down in front of my piano to write something for this and I’m mad at myself because IT’S MISSING SO MANY PIECES AND I’M NOT OKAY WITH THAT. Another also, MY FAVORITE NERD IN THE WORLD is gonna slaughter y’all with the best writing in the world (as expected) AND I AM STILL YELLING ABOUT IT (also as expected) BECAUSE SHE’S SO AMAZING AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH (y’all expected that too, right? LIKE YOU GUYS I CAN’T COMPREHEND HOW MUCH I LOVE HER. I also love love love love love love all of you that actually bother to read my shit like it’s not even that great and like I always say I’m legit SHoooOooOOOOOOK ‘cause of it like I really don’t get it you guys are amazing what did I do to deserve you guys????????



“Holy fuck,” you muttered, staring down at it just sitting on the edge of your bathtub. “What the hell?”

Nope, nope, nope. This was insane. It wasn’t happening. That was wrong, oh, so wrong.

But wait, come to think of it, maybe– No. Not right. Nope. It was incorrect, false, a lie. None of it was true. There was a glitch in the matrix and this was its mistake.

It was impossible. You had taken every single precaution to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. Lin was busy working on his latest work about some lame dude (Babe, how do you go from writing about barrio life to– I hear rap songs in this biography, okay? Trust me on this!), and you were too overcome with the responsibilities of being the new editor-in-chief of your very own magazine. There wasn’t enough time for this. The two of you had decided it was best to wait until the time was right, until the hype of your brand new lives had died down, until you had enough time to do this.

Now was not the time.

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Sweet Dreams~ Usnavi X Reader (In the Heights) {Requested}

Originally posted by pontmarius

(Warnings: Hints of sexual assault, nightmares, really bad writing but solid effort)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*It was all moving so quickly as I ran through the alleyway, Usnavi and I hand in hand as I bit my lip in attempt to stop tears from spilling out of my eyes.

“Usnavi I-”

“Shh.” He whispered, pulling us into an alleyway and pushing his body against mine in order to shield my body, “We need to hide now.”

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lil usnavi is a very good helper 

The Lies We Tell (Chapter 1) (Usnavi x Reader)

Summary: Life so far has been fine for her. Everything is fine, until a strange freak case comes to her. She finds out later she’s been burned and being hunted by her enemies.

Warnings: Violence, Blood mention, a tiny bit of Usnavi at the end.

There is a type of fear that takes hold of a heart and doesn’t let go until it’s run its course. Some say it’s anxiety, but really it’s pure and unadulterated fear of something. All fear is, is a defensive mechanism, a shield, to keep you from death too early. Someone once said all we have to fear is fear itself. Which isn’t necessarily true. Fear is what keeps you alive. What you have to fear is the regrets you will have from it. Fear is a coward and can make fools of us all.

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96,000 Issues ( Usnavi X Reader X Sonny)

armyTitle: 96,000 Issues

Ship: Cousin!Usnavi X Reader X Brother!Sonny)

Tags: @spilledkauffie @cupofkauffie @teenwolfarmy900 

Requested: No

Warning: Kinda angsty

Originally posted by intheheightsandfluff

Originally posted by intheheightsandfluff

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purelyrainbow  asked:

(This can be a full fic or dabble, which ever you prefer) character: usnavi (bc whay else do I request lol) basically usnavi one week keeps working late at the bodega, barely getting any sleep and such, so reader forces him go take a day and relax and it's just fluffy the rest of the way. 💜


Usnavi x Reader

Warnings: None
Words: 1,256
Y/N: Your Name


You’d started noticing it days ago. The bags that hung under his eyes, noticeable even in the darkest light. The slouched shoulders as he worked, carrying boxes or handing over change. Usnavi was more than just tired, he was exhausted. And you had an inkling as to why.

The rent had just gone up again, putting stress on everyone to up their workload and hours. You yourself had taken an extra few hours of your time in the weekend down at the warehouse you worked at, but you’d been careful. Organizing your time optimally so you could have both work and play.

Usnavi, however just seemed to be piling on work whenever possible, taking more than extra-shifts, opening up the store even earlier and closing it dangerously late. As the one responsible for Sonny, you understood he had a little more pressure on him to meet payments. That didn’t mean he needed to skip sleep and work himself to exhaustion, however.

So your plan was simple in theory. Get Usnavi to stop working for just a day, with the help of Sonny. Of course, it was only simple in theory.

You’d tried inviting him out to the club, paying for a new haircut at the salon, even offering to bring snacks and movies for a night in, all with Sonny offering to take his place. But he’d said no each time. Waved you off with a laugh and an eye-roll before leaving to start some other task.

So with nearly every option gone, you and Sonny turned to your final plan. A risky plan, with high reward for you, if it ended up working.

5am, Sonny opened up the door for you. Confirming that Usnavi had gone to bed 3 hours before, after cataloguing everything in the shop. Sonny had grabbed the keys to the door and the register, and, though a little bleary-eyed, was ready to cover for his cousin for this one day.

You slipped upstairs, wasting no time in entering Usnavi’s bedroom, the door already wide open, something you attested to the heat. There you found Usnavi, passed out and looking worse than you had ever seen him.

His long hair was tangled, pulled up into painful looking knots. His clothes hung off his body, which looked thinner than normal. His face was gaunt, and those bags under his eyes that you found yourself always looking at looked darker than ever. It killed you, to see someone you loved so dearly in so much distress, and even more so to know how badly he’d been trying to deny it.

You took a deep breath, walking forward to lower yourself into a sitting position on his bed. You’d never actually been in his room before, it was kind of a tip. His clothes had been bundled together near the end of his bed, and you had to do some Olympic level gymnastics to make it over without tripping or making a noise.

Finally at his bedside, you sat down, doing your damned best to keep quiet. The bed creaked, the covers rustled, but he stayed still. 10 seconds passed, and he didn’t even move.

“Oh thank god.” You breathed out in a low voice, only for your heart to stop in your chest as you saw Usnavi’s eyes snap open. Shit. No time for subtlety. You had to move now.

“What the- Y/N!?” Usnavi’s voice yelped as your arms found their place around his waist, pulling him deeper into the covers. You were thankful that he was turned around so he couldn’t see your blushing face. Maybe jumping a guy in his own bed wasn’t the best idea. The implications weren’t exactly appropriate.

“What are you doing?!” Usnavi screeched, voice breaking halfway through his sentence. He was too shocked to move for the moment, still half-tangled in his bedsheets, which left a chance for you to get the upper hand.

“I’m not letting you go! Not until you get some proper rest!” You shouted, tightening your grip around his waist and pulling him down. He tried to struggle, but his lack of sleep and increased work had taken a toll on his muscles, unable to break free of your grasp.

“I’m- I’m fine! I need to work!” He let out a long groan, falling into your arms after only a few more seconds of fighting. Damn, he must be exhausted. Pulling him a little closer, your arms reached all the way around his back, crossed arms leading to hands resting on his shoulders, as he practically lay atop you, head on your clavicle.

“No, you don’t.” You said firmly, shuffling down a little as he grumbled, pressing his face into your shoulder. You wondered for a second if he was going to bite you, like he would when you two would playfight as kids. Instead, he kept his head there, lips resting against the thin cotton separating him from your skin. A shiver ran down your spine, and you cleared your throat.

“Sonny is gonna run the shop. Today, you’re getting some sleep.” You told him sternly, flushing as his head fell into the crook of your neck. Now his lips were brushing skin, but you doubted he was awake enough to even make that connection, his short breaths fanning your neck.

“I’m… fine.” He murmured, sounding as bad as he looked. You let out a long sigh, shifting to pull him up a little more, his chin resting on your shoulder as if you were hugging. He never was able to reach head height with you.

“No, you’re not. You’ve been working yourself to a husk, Usnavi. If you don’t take a break, you’re gonna drop dead.” He grumbled again, this time mumbling something inane to himself, before slipping back down to immerse himself in the soft texture of your shirt. You felt your heart stutter at the look of him so comfortable atop you.

“No, I won’t.” He tried to defend himself, voice muffled in the fabric of your shirt. Your fingers trailed down to his back, slowly rubbing the tense muscles there slowly as to alleviate some pain. He let out a long, moan like sigh and you flushed even darker, trying once again to organize your thoughts.

“Yes, you will. And then what would Sonny do? What would I do?” You added the last bit a little quieter than the rest, voice faltering. He cared about people, especially Sonny. Enough so to give up on his dream of moving away. It was one of his best strengths and biggest flaws. And you weren’t about to let that hurt him.

Usnavi stayed quiet, and you knew he knew you were right. His breathing had slowed, and the grip of the hand holding onto one of your forearms had loosened. You could tell he was about to slip away into sleep, any moment now. You awaited his answer

“Just for today…” He murmured, eyes shut, still trying and failing to get any closer to you. A breath of relief left you as your head fell back, hitting a soft and downy pillow. Your fingers, on one hand, moved up, gently pulling the knots out of his hair, working as a brush. The rise and fall of his chest told you he was long gone, and the sounds of Sonny downstairs moving things around brought a smile to your face.

“Just for today.” Hoping and praying that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d find yourself in a position like this with him.

Wake Up- Usnavi X Reader

kinda requested by @sweaterkitty-fluff

a/n: it’s three am, i have a bad headache, i have to wake up in four or three hours, i didn’t edit this at all so rest in fuckig peace me

You knocked on the door and Usnavi opened, looking at you excitedly.

“I’m glad you’re here.” He smiled and he brought you in to a hug. “I mean I know that Sonny isn’t your cousin but you’re practically family and I thought that maybe you would want to meet his boyfriend.”

“Of course.” You smiled and you walked into the apartment, seeing that Pete and Sonny were cooking the dinner together. “You’re the host. You should be cooking.” You pointed out and Usnavi frowned.

“I’m sure that Sonny and that punk-”

You glared at him.

“I’m sure that Sonny and Pete wouldn’t appreciate if I burnt the building down.”

“Good call.”

The dinner went fine overall, Usnavi trying to interrogate Pete the entire time while you and Sonny did your best to keep him at bay.

Pete left the apartment and Sonny glared at Usnavi, who was pretending to be completely innocent by watching television on the couch.

He looked as though he was about to say something to him but he stopped for a second and he just walked away, heading to his bedroom and calling it a night.

You sat next to Usnavi and he looked at you.


“They love each other.” You told him and he rubbed his eyes.
“Yeah, I know. I just don’t want Sonny to get hurt.”

“Whoever hurts Sonny has hell coming towards them. But you’re hurting him by protecting him. Pete makes him happy.” You pointed out and he nodded.

“I’m gonna talk to Sonny, you can change into a shirt of mine and crawl into bed.” He smiled and he kissed you slowly before standing up and knocking on Sonny’s door.

You took your clothes off and you grabbed one of Usnavi’s shirts and you got into bed, falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

You woke up to the sound of cabs honking and you weren’t pleased in the least, considering it was still the middle of the night.

You tried to sit up and you resulted in hitting your head on the wall and you sighed, defeated by the day although it had barely even started.

You laid down again, careful not to hit your head and you turned to see that Usnavi was somehow asleep still and he was snoring even.
How he stayed asleep perplexed you and you made a mental note to remind yourself to ask him how that was even possible.

You were shook out of your thoughts by Usnavi snoring louder than usual and he took in a deep breath of air, hitting his head hard as he sat up.

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him concerned.

“Did you wake up yourself up by snoring?” You asked him and he mumbled something incomprehensible, put an arm around you and he fell back asleep.

Bless him.

You stared at him for a couple of moments, wondering how his snoring managed to wake himself up while he slept like a baby through the cabs.

You moved yourself closer to him and you kissed him gently before wrapping an arm around him, somehow managing to fall asleep between your boyfriend’s snoring and the cabs.

The next time you woke up to sunshine coming in from the blinds and Usnavi, who had somehow entangled himself with you while he was asleep.

His head was tucked into the crook of your neck and his legs were wrapped around yours.

You kissed his forehead and he groaned slightly.

“Waking up to you kissing me is my new favorite activity.”

“I can think of a couple others that you might like better.” You winked and his face turned red.

“You’re right.” He mumbled and he buried his face in the pillow as his face got redder.

“I know. Like didn’t you say that you loved making coffee with me last week?”

“You're… evil.”

“Love you too. And I found out something new about you this morning.”


“You’re cuddly.” You smirked and he pressed a kiss to your jaw.
“Do we get to stay here longer if I admit that I am?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“I mean I wouldn’t say that I am cuddly but more so that I just like cuddling in general.” He told you and you smiled.

“Mm, no. You’re just cuddly, Usnavi.”

You & I

pairing: Usnavi/Reader

word count: 1047

warnings: this is centered around a breakup and it also has like 1 or 2 curse words

summary: Daniela adores talking about who’s doing who and why. Of course she’s going to want to know why (Y/N) ended her relationship with her longtime boyfriend.

part 2 is here!

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anonymous asked:

Can I have a dabble where usnavi and the reader are getting ready for the fourth of July and the reader comes out in this new tanktop and bc it's usnavi he's flustered but it's all fluff and adorableness

I have no idea what 4th of July celebrations are like??? fireworks???loud Americans?? yes??


Title: Blush
Words: 722
Warnings: None
Y/N: Your Name


You weren’t really sure what prompted you to dress so casually for today. Normally with celebrations, you’d go all out with nice clothes and accessories, maybe you’d do your hair nicely. But today, you didn’t feel the pull. Not because you were feeling bad, but just because you didn’t feel like it.

A tank top, a pair of shorts and some flip-flops. It was a hot day, as they usually were in July. Some sunscreen to cover your face and arms and legs, and you were ready to go meet your friends and celebrate your country’s freedom.

A simple walk down to the bodega was all it took. This was what you did every 4th of July. Nina was waiting there at the corner, Benny and Vanessa at her side. They were all laughing and chatting. You didn’t have to announce your entrance, not even a hello. You just slipped right into conversation, like you’d been there from the start. That’s how it had always been with your friends.

“We waitin’ on Usnavi and Sonny?” You asked as Benny gave a nod, leaning against the wall. You felt the sun bearing down on your back, glad that you’d taken the time to put on sunscreen.

“Yeah, Sonny ran off to grab Pete and Usnavi is in the back, grabbing some food.” Benny told you, just as you heard a shout from inside the store.

“Just a minute!” Usnavi called, followed by the sound of a soft thump, and a groan. You cracked a smile, ducking your head in through the doorway just in time to see Usnavi dart around a doorway and into the back room. You shook your head and laughed.

You heard a call, and looked down the street to see Sonny and Pete approaching bright smiles on both of their faces. You lifted your hand, waving to them as they jogged up to your group. Sonny opened his mouth to speak, when a loud crash sounded from inside the store, followed by a loud and meaningful. 

“¡Madre de Dios!” Silence hung for a few seconds before the six of you burst into laughter.

“I’d better go check that out.” Sonny said, darting through the doorway with a grin. Pete turned to Vanessa, a curious look in his eyes.

“It’s taking him this long to get food? Is he cracking out the good stuff?” He asked, before turning back to you. Vanessa let out a short laugh, pushing back a bit of her hair.

“Yeah, if the good stuff is Pepsi and a bag of Lays chips.” She snorted, just as you heard footsteps coming out from the store. You turned to see Sonny and Usnavi, holding boxes of drinks and food in their hands.

“Ok,” Usnavi began, shifting the boxes in his hands. “Everything on my end is sorted, now all we need t-” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes landing on you. You felt your anxiety spike as he stared at you wordlessly.

“Mierda…” You heard him whisper under his breath and laughed, bringing a hand up to cover the blush on your face. His ears turned pink as the others started laughing, Sonny put his hands over his mouth and let out an. ‘Ooooo!’ Only to be elbowed by Nina.

“L-lo siento, sorry, you just… you look really nice.” Usnavi mumbled, shifting the box in his hands again, averting his gaze. You smiled, still blushing yourself.

“I’m just wearing a tank-top.” You shrugged, playing with your hair a little as Usnavi’s cheeks flushed, eyes meeting yours.

“I-I know, still. You look pretty.” He stuttered, offering a little smile which you returned. You heard someone gagging, which you attributed to Sonny, but spent more time concentrating on how cute Usnavi’s smile looked.

The sweet moment between you was broken, however, as Benny came over, giving Usnavi a slap on the back and a wink. You cleared your throat, looking over to Vanessa and Nina who were smiling at you knowingly.

“Well, we better get a move on. Right guys?” He beamed, taking the box from Usnavi as he coughed, looking away again. You nodded, turning to the girls as Benny started down the road, the group following behind. You glanced at Usnavi a few times, blushing with every growing second. You had a feeling this would be an interesting night.

Hints- Usnavi X Reader

request from anon: -slides in- heeeey, if you don’t mind, could you maybe write an Usnavi x reader where the reader works for Usnavi at the Bodega and they basically just flirt with him until he looks like a gd tomato? Please and thanks! - G.K

a/n: oh man oh man here it is, i hope it’s okay!!

“Benny I’m working right now and if you don’t leave, I’m banning you from the bodega.” I threatened and Usnavi looked at me.

“I’m pretty sure you can’t do that, Y/N. It is my bodega.”

“When we get married it’ll be our bodega and then we can ban my brother.” I suggested and I watched Usnavi trip over nothing. Benny started coughing, probably to hide his laugh.

“Leave the man alone. He’s not used to you flirting with him so early.” Benny laughed and I looked at Usnavi, who was red and almost tripped again.

“He just has awful coordination.” I shrugged.

“Is he like this in bed?” Benny laughed and I rolled my eyes.

“Ask Vanessa.” I suggested and Benny’s laugh filled the bodega and Usnavi groaned.

“Guys for the last time I have not slept with Vanessa. Recently.” He mumbled and I felt heat rise to my face. Jealousy, huh. That was a new feeling towards Vanessa.

“You slept with Vanessa again?” Sonny asked, just walking in.
Benny looked amused and he turned to Usnavi and me.

“Sonny, you’re late.” We said at the exact same time and Usnavi looked at me and smiled a bit. I looked away, hiding a smile of my own and Benny laughed loudly but Sonny and Usnavi were at it again.

“You must like him a lot if he makes you smile like that.” He teased, his voice quiet enough so only I could hear it.

“Banned.” I threatened, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah yeah we’ll see when you guys get married.” He laughed and checked the time. “Ah shit, I am running late.” He frowned and hugged me. “See ya later sis. Don’t forget to invite me to the wedding, Usnavi.” He grinned and he walked out of the bodega.

“You’re getting married?” Sonny asked, his curiousity piqued.

“You’re right we should ban your brother.” He mused and I laughed business continued steadily. Kevin walked in and Usnavi grinned and mumbled to himself “Right on time. Pan caliente, cafè con leche!” He yelled and while Usnavi made the coffee, Sonny grabbed some hot bread and wrapped it up, setting it in front of Kevin. I took Kevin’s money- exact change, as always.

“Do you want a lottery ticket as well?” I asked him and he pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

“Put twenty dollars on today’s lottery.”

“One ticket.” Camille corrected him and I smiled and I made change.

“You and Usnavi are such a cute couple. You remind me of Camille and I when we were younger.” Kevin said and Usnavi accidently spilled a bit of the coffee he was giving Kevin on me.

“He is a charmer.” I said through gritted teeth, the coffee burning me.

Usnavi looked torn between getting Kevin another coffee or making sure I was okay.

“I’ll be in the back room.” I told him and he nodded and he moved out of the way before making another cup of coffee. I went into the back room and I took off my shirt, glad to see that the stain was hardly noticeable. I put it back on and Usnavi walked in.

“Y/N! I am so so sorry…” He apologized.

“It’s okay, really. Kevin’s comment caught both of us off guard.”

“I didn’t correct him.”

“You didn't… huh?”

“I mean I tried but I said how people have been talking about us getting married all morning and while it would be wonderful to marry you, I’m not marrying you. Don’t get me wrong- I would love to marry you I mean I have liked you a lot since you first moved in and I still do but we aren’t getting married…?”

“So now they think we’re close to getting married?”

He didn’t say anything, his face slowly turning more red.

Why would he… oh.


“You would love to marry me?” I asked slowly, trying to comprehend the second half of his explanation.

No response.

“Usnavi you can’t just tell me all of this and just… go silent.”

“Talking has been working out pretty badly.”

“I thought it was pretty obvious that I felt the same way, in case you haven’t noticed that I’ve been flirting with you for the past year and a half.”

“Wait you were being serious that entire time? I thought you knew and that’s why you did that?”

“I did it because I was trying to give you a hint.”

“I’m really bad at taking hints.” He admitted. I rolled my eyes and I closed the space between us and kissed him.

“Apparently.” I mumbled.

Steps to You (Lin x Reader)

Word Count: 3,466 (this was supposed to be a short one…)

Warnings: nudity, mentions of sex

Authors Note: Hello! I thought of this when I was in my stats class on friday, and started it instead of doing my homework… hope its worth it! This is also dedicated to my dear friend @hamilton-noodles for no reason other than the fact that she is the most amazing person ever ( i dont think theres a better reason to dedicate this to her than that) Thanks for being amazing and comforting me and talking to be when im trapped in hell (AKA school) my man. Be sure to check out her amazing writing HERE.

Summary: (ooooohhh new addition to the beginning portion of my fics) Walking down the aisle is hard…

Request: NONE… ok leave me be.


You sat at the vanity, your hands trembling and tracing the white of your wedding dress.

“If you keep gripping at that dress it’s going to be wrinkled before you have a chance to walk down the aisle.” you heard your mom say, but you didn’t stop. It was the only thing that kept your nerves from getting to you.

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North Of 96th Street (Usnavi x Reader)

Summary: A girl, a modern New York princess more like, move to the Heights. She’s trying to keep her nannies legacy alive. It proves to be a lot more troublesome than first thought. With no help from the stupid little nerd across the street who runs the bodega.

Warnings: No Usnavi sorry I gotta set up the story, character death. Racist little shits, not everyone who lives in the Upper East Side is a dick it’s just a stereotype, probably also bad Spanish

A/N: I wrote this in a day oml

It was the day after her only son’s graduation that Isa started looking for a new job. She’d been let go a year before. Her son didn’t know. She’d been doing odd jobs all over the city trying to make ends meet. It was made worse since she was Latino, most white businessmen didn’t want Isa for more than a cleaning lady.

Nothing ever worked out. She was on call for a fancy hotel, it had penthouse at the very top for the owner. It’s where most of her money came from. Even though that wasn’t a lot either. The job search had been going poorly for a week when Isa got a call.

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the bus part 2 (Lin Manuel Miranda x reader)

summary : ur on a bus & Lin happens to be on the same one too & u expose ur fangirlness

warnings : maybe cussing¿? embarrassment ,, shipping

pronouns : they/them

a/n : I’m sorry it took so long GUYS !! I’m a bad PERSON & A BAD WRITER!! enjoy

tags : @youtubeandsatan
@favriotefightingfrenchmeme @katkitters

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you put your head to the window instead of his shoulder, plugging both earphones in and handing him the phone.

“you want to choose something?” you ask, laughing at him fumbling with your phone. the music app was opened up, so he roamed your music library, and found a playlist full of your favorite musical songs. he scrolled down, finding alexander hamilton, and pressed it.

“that’s quite self-indulgent” you comment, then pluck out one earphone and pressed it into Lins hand, beckoning him to use it. he listened to the song with you, and you dramatically lip synced the song, making him smile. you reach for your phone and put one of your songs, (favorite west side story song), and watched a grin break out on his face.

“no way!”

“YES way! I love west side story oh my god!” you laugh. he grins and keeps staring at you, even after the moment is done.

“what is it? Do I have something on my face?” you ask, and Lin shakes his head. you look at him quizzically, and he chuckles.

“you know, you should stop covering that smile of yours, it really is something else.” he pushes some hair out of your face. a blush danced across your face.

“uh- thanks.” you reply, not knowing how to react to such a blatant compliment.

“no problem.” and you two stopped conversing. you felt your eyelids start to droop again, and Lin watched you drift off to sleep. your head fell against the window, but with Lin moving ever so slightly and manipulating his arms, your head now rested on his shoulder. he smiled to himself and played with your hair. it was a long bus ride, but at least he had you with him.

he checked the clock, 4 hours to their destination. he knew you’d wake up in the next hour, which means he had about 3 hours to make a long enough lasting impression that you’d even consider going out with him. maybe he’d buy you coffee on the way back? maybe he’d continue texting you and slow burn his way to your heart? he needed to know where you lived too, in the least creepy way possible. what if you were from England? he didn’t hear it in your voice, but you never know. if you were in New York or San Francisco- that would be enough. he had houses in both areas, because of the huge productions going on between the two. he could move the California house and grow closer to YOU until one day you confess your undying love to him and you both get married and live happily ever after. ok maybe he was taking this a little too far, but he did want at least a chance with you at something.

he felt you begin to stir and looked at you. you were blushing as you realized the position you had fallen into, stuttering an apology before yawning and stretching out.

“how much longer till we reach Millford Sound?” you ask, too lazy to do the math.

“about 2 hours. why? that desperate to get away from me?” he jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“no you dum dum, the rest of my family and tanushka’s are waiting there. they went on an earlier bus.” you reply, redoing your hair and getting your stuff together. you take out your phone and start to scroll through the twitter notifications. little known to Lin, you had quite a large following on twitter. his post urged people to start creating a ship name with the two of you, something spreading to the ends of twitter.

“no way.” you muttered, laughing as you saw some of the posts.

if (shipname) doesn’t float then I’m banishing myself to an island where I will eventually die alone of no human contact nor supplies

y/n & Lin are my new ship and I will die by them

I s2g y/n is already so cute & Lin is a smol they’re made for each other

repeat it with me kids- (shipname) is realer then the tea on d-trump

you showed them to Lin, his eyes widening.

“I guess we have a few shippers on our hands” he says.

“no SHIT captain obvious!” you laugh, then check tumblr. somehow, the ship had spread there too. maybe… the thought went through your head. if he wanted your number, what else could he want? you shook your head, there was no way! how could a fan like you get the most amazing genius on the planet?

(idk should I continue?) (I’ll put in the link to the previous chapter afterwards when I have access to a computer)