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alright so i was reading this fanfic with spencer, a soulmate au in which you can’t hear your soulmate until you’ve kissed them first and i can’t find it anymore :( it has multiple parts and if anyone could help me find it i’ll literally give them a lil smooch

A Summer in Ottery St. Catchpole Masterlist

Pairing: George Weasley x Potter!Reader

Series Synopsis: Y/N Potter used to have a huge crush on George Weasley. She could hardly even function around him. Now that she’s fresh out of a long relationship, she can say with confidence that those feelings she harbored for years are gone. George, on the other hand, had barely even acknowledged her existence. But now that Y/N is more comfortable around him, he starts to see the real her. George starts to see her in a new light. Boy, is that bad news for him.

Prologue

Fire & Ice: Masterlist

Prologue

Summary: Being the eldest Malfoy comes with high expectations and more responsibility than you would like at 16 years old.

Added to the pressure is your impending 'inheritance' when you turn 17. As a Veela, you will go through changes during your inheritance that will make you more irresistible to your soulmate than ever before.

When the time comes, your parents expect your soulmate to a pureblood wizard like yourself. On the day of your 17th birthday, its revealed that your soulmate is a pureblood wizard.

However they wouldn't approve...because your soulmate is a Weasley.

More specifically, your soulmate is Fred Weasley.

Your parents go beyond disapproving of your soulmate, they threaten you with complete disinheritance.

The choice is yours. You choose your soulmate or your family.

But you can't have both.

♡♡ ♡♡

Behind Closed Doors Masterlist

A/N: Sorry for the lack of posts today, I haven’t had the best past few days. I need a break from most of the plots to requests especially the smut ones so I’m gonna be writing this series I’ve had planned for a while :) -I’ll be deleting this author’s note once I update this masterlist but I just thought I should give an update-

Summary: A holiday at the burrow brings out year long secrets

Part one - The Question

Part two - The Ride Home 

Part three - The Burrow 

Part four - The Box

Part five - The incident

Part six - The Aftermath 

Part seven - The Picnic (coming soon)

Part eight - The Ride Back (coming soon)

Two Weeks (coming soon) -a part of the series but can be read on its own, could be read after part 3 and before 4-

This is interview is too funny lmao

Am I the only one who saw this ad? Like… His last point? Is he allowed to do that??

REBLOG IF YOU THINK MARVEL IS FOR GIRLS TOO

trying to prove a point to my dad

okay so I know that the reason there’s a “stark tower” in the MCU is because in 2012 no one knew that “guy with big new york tower with his name on it” was going to have different connotations in fewer than ten years, but I choose to believe that it’s because donald trump just straight up doesn’t exist in the MCU

PSA

I lay in bed and I hear my sister crying in the bathroom and it breaks my heart. I failed to help her. She has no money to pay for bills, she has no money to take her son to the dentist or buy him new shoes. She sleep on the floor in my bedroom for five months now because she just doesn’t have any place to go. She told me today that she keep thinking about killing herself.

I saw signal boosts where people asked for money because they wanted to go to Disneyland or they wanted to visit their friend in another state. And they got tons of donations. I’m not saying that you can’t raise money for less serious things. But I see my sister who has nothing at all right now and wonder why everyone ignore my asks for help. No one owns me money of course. That’s not what I’m saying. It just would be nice if some nice person or two send a few dollars. You would make a single mother and her son happy.

So please please if you can spare something, send via paypal:  monicakil@mail.com

If you want to know more about the situation click here

AND PLEASE PLEASE REBLOG THIS POST, SPREAD IT SO MORE PEOPLE WOULD SEE IT. WE NEED AT LEAST $500.

THANK YOU

UPDATE ON THURSDAY JUNE 12: WE STILL NEED THOSE $500. PLEASE PLEASE IF EVERYBODY COULD JUST DONATE A DOLLAR WE WOULD MEAT OUR GOAL. OR IF YOU REALLY CAN’T (AND I TOTALLY FEEL YOU) AT LEAST REBLOG IT.

PAYPAL: monicakil@mail.com

Idk about y'all but I think everyone in the mcu is beautiful and they all deserve better

DON’T REBLOG ! or these beautiful men will come to your room and haunt you dreams tonight.

try at your own risk

my granddad just called me to tell me how big his cauliflowers are growing and it was so cute theyre “TWICE as big as the ones you get in the shop”

Reblog if you read imagines before you go to bed

They are going to pass all of their finals

Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.

Of fucking course

What sick bastard doesn’t

https://openstaxcollege.org

FUCK CAPITALISM! This didn’t cost tax payers anything. You don’t need to be a governing body with a police force to do decent things.

Muggles are not able to REBLOG this.

REBLOG this to prove you are not a Muggle.

my reblog button fucked up and i almost had a heart attack

I did it in the first try.

OH YEAH

will you pls continue this???? my heart cant take it if you dont

Please? I Can’t.

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader (x Pippa Soo ?) Warning: Mentions of dead soulmate, but that’s about it.  Prompt: Soulmate AU - You have a tattoo of the first words they say to you. Here’s the catch, you met your soulmate while you’re still in a relationship with someone else. 

Word Count: 2,352

Note: I made this back in February but I never posted it bc i’m not ?? good ?? at writing but anyway, here it is. Will post part 2 soon. Also! Reader here is bisexual, just a heads up. All comments are appreciated! Enjoy reading!

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Third.

Third time you had to witnessed a girl meeting her soulmate today and all you can do is give out a loud audible sigh. Your eyes continued to linger on the couple as the brunette woman cried before cradling the other girl’s face with her hand. Your gaze shifted to their wrists, squinting to see the words etched on the brunette’s skin.

– I’ll have a large coffee and a cinnamon roll, please. –

You chuckle at the line as you tended to your own cup of coffee. A hand suddenly waved in front of your face, snapping you out of your trance.

“Were you listening to anything I said?” Renee asked, slightly irritated.

You look down. “You were saying something about crappy local government?”

“That was ten minutes ago, Y/N. Jeez, you can’t even spare me an hour for my political rant.”

You held up your hands in surrender, your gaze shifting towards the couple. “In my defense, I just got distracted. That’s all.”

Renee chortled, rolling her eyes. She grabbed your face, forcing you to stare at her.

“You are literally the most hopeless romantic I have ever met.”

You escaped from her grasp. “You can’t blame me! There are couples everywhere and it’s almost Valentine’s Day,”

“And?”

“And thing aren’t going well, you know.” You mumbled at the end.

“What did I tell you, Y/N? You shouldn’t force these things. Your tattoo is romantic enough, don’t stress out too much.”

Right, the tattoo.

No one knows where it began or where exactly it came from but that’s how things came around today. You’ve heard about it from your parents, from your teachers back in elementary school, and even in the local library where Jasmine worked in.

It was all everyone could ever talk about nowadays. The days of chancing romance ended and the age of determined soulmates began.

You just have to remember one thing; the words etched on your skin are the first words your soulmate will ever say to you.

You glance at your own wrist, rereading the words you have never heard from anyone:

– Dainty fingers. I’m going to guess. Pianist? –

“It seems pretty damn beautiful if you ask me,” Renee said as you smiled down to your wrist. “Unlike my ever-so-wonderful tattoo.” She brought her wrist to your face and you laughed as you reread the words:

– This is the last roll of tissue paper and I am taking it. –

You rolled your eyes. “Beautiful, sure. Yet everyone found their soulmate but me. Heck, you found yours.”

“So? It doesn’t mean ‘he’ wouldn’t come soon.”

“Or she.” You say, giving her a cheeky grin.

She gasped with an amused smile on her face. “My, my, Y/N. I never suspected that.”

You chuckle. “Who knows? I am dating a girl right now.”

Renee’s eyes widened. “You’re what?”

You nodded nonchalantly. “Remember, Pippa? Phillipa Soo?”

“Yeah, I remember her. From the play we watched a month ago, right?”

“That’s her. I’m dating her now. What’s so shocking about that? You know I’m attracted to girls too.”

“That’s not the shocking part. It’s the fact that you’re dating someone who’s not your soulmate. What are you doing, Y/N?”

You took a sip from your coffee, shrugging your shoulders. “I got tired of waiting.”

“That’s it?”

You sighed as you placed your mug on the table. “Listen, I don’t even get why we have these pre-determined people we’re required to love. Why can’t I choose who to fall in love with?”

“Y/N..” You continued to talk.

“Why does it have to be based from some tattoo we’re born with? Can’t I be the one to make that decision?”

She looked down. “You know I can’t answer that for you. But, it’s still going to be different if you are with the person you are really meant to be with.”

“Renee, it’s not that-”

“Can you tell me right now that things are doing well between you and Pippa?” Her words shut you up.

“Things are just okay. That’s the problem, I guess. It’s just okay.”

“It is a problem. You can’t settle for just some shallow love. How do you think this is affecting her?”

“Her original soulmate died,” Another fact in this world – once your soulmate dies, you can’t replace them. You are left alone to look for someone else.

“To her, this is everything.”

“But to you, it isn’t. You can’t force her to be the one and she can’t force you to be her-”

“Can we just not talk about it?” You interrupt her, getting tired of all this talk.

She nodded, letting the silence fill between the two of you before speaking up again.

Renee dipped a biscuit into the coffee. “I still bet it’s going to be a ‘he’ for you.”

“Oh my god, Renee.”

“What? More than often, you fawn over guys more than you do with girls. Especially those into theater and arts.”

“So?”

“And you told me yourself before that you’re more inclined to men. Remember when we watched Singing In The Rain?” She laughed at the memory.

“What can I say? Gene Kelly stole my heart.” You giggle, clutching your chest.

Laughter filled the space between you two. She faced you. “Be patient, Y/N. Your soulmate will come.”

Your smile faltered and you rubbed your face with your palm, reiterating what you said earlier. “I’m tired of waiting.”

“He or she might be just right around a corner.”

Before you could even reply to her, a loud bunch entered the cafe, laughing away.

One of them nudged his head towards the table beside yours, all five of them settling down on the seats.

Their loud laughter immediately started to irritate you. You stood up and just before you could ask Renee to move to another table, her phone rang.

“I have to take this. I’ll be back.” She spoke, quickly making her way out of the cafe.

You sighed as you plop back down to your seat. With no one to talk to, you couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation among the men beside you.

—–

“With huge hands like that, playing the bass guitar wouldn’t be so hard.”

“Goddammit, Lac. You have to stop him. Seriously.”

The curly-haired man just chuckled, patting the other man’s back.

“I’m sorry, Daveed. I really do need a new bassist and well, Lin just wants to help.”

Daveed rolled his eyes, glaring at Lin.

“The one day we agreed on to have a reunion and you decided to bombard me with this. Just because you’ve got a new Lafayette and Jefferson.”

Lin laughed at his friend. “Technically, we aren’t complete yet. Leslie is on his way.”

Daveed sighed. “Man, I love you but please. Bother someone else.”

Lin raises his palms. “Your hangover must be so bad.”

“Very.” Daveed says, burying his face in his palms. Everyone in the group chuckled at him.

A tan boy with light brown hair stood up. “Okay, Lin. Since you’re so great, what can I play?” He said, squishing his palms towards Lin’s face.

“Calloused fingertips. Probably guitar. You seem like a guitar guy, Anthony.”

The boy, Anthony, let out a low whistle. “Pretty stereotypical but I’ll take it. How about Oak?”

A muscled man raises his palms. Lin stared closely. “With those palms, drums. Definitely drums.”

Lac looked at Lin, eyeing him up and down. “I’m still confused as to why you do this hobby of yours.”

Lin chuckled. “Come on, I can find musicians just by looking at their hands.” He says jokingly, leaning back into his seat.

—–

Suddenly curious, your eyes shifted to your own hands. The man beside you cleared his throat.

You turn your head up, only to see Lin staring at you and your raised palms.

You quickly dropped your hands, wrapping your fingers around the mug of coffee set in front of you.

You face front, trying to ignore him as if you weren’t listening in to their conversation.

“Miss. Hey, miss.” You close your eyes as you silently wished for Renee to come back from her phone call.

The man from the other table wouldn’t stop grabbing your attention until one of his friends tapped your shoulder.

You faced him. “Hi, I’m Anthony,” He extended his hand for you to shake.

“And I’m Y/N.” You say slowly, still hearing the other man’s attempts in calling for you.

“Introduction’s out of the way, good. Now moving on. Lin, that man right there,” He spoke, pointing towards the man calling for you. “Will not stop until you talk to him.”

You sigh. “He wouldn’t?”

“Not a chance.”

You let another sigh as Anthony started pointing at the other man with his eyes. Slowly, you faced Lin. You gave him a short wave, with the mug still tight around your other hand.

Lin smiled at you as he quickly pointed to you then towards your palms. With a loud voice, he spoke.

“Dainty fingers. I’m going to guess. Pianist?”

You let out a gasp. Your hands covered your mouth, letting the mug fall to the ground in pieces. As tears flooded your vision, you take a quick glance to your wrist.

He said it. The words that have long been etched onto your skin, he spoke them. You’ve been waiting for so long to the point that you have given up on the idea of ever meeting your soulmate.

Your teary eyes watched as Lin jumped from his seat and made his way towards you.

He kneeled down to pick up the pieces of ceramic on the floor. “I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t mean to scare you there. Was it something I said?”

You stared at the man by your feet as you mumbled something.

He looked up to you, watching as tears continue to well up your eyes. “What did you say? I didn’t catch that.” You let out a shaky breathe.

“Writer, actually.”

You watched as his own eyes widened, tears glossing over his brown orbs as he looked at his wrist. “It’s you,”

He stood up. “I’m Lin.” Words couldn’t explain how happy he was to hear the words that appeared on his skin since he was born, to find the one his heart has longed for.

“I’m Y/N.” You slowly extended your hand for him to shake.

You suddenly found yourself smiling at him with him reciprocating with a grin. He reached for your hand. With this, your mind snapped back to Pippa. As his hand brushed against your fingertips, you retracted your hand. His face contorted with confusion and the next thing you knew, you ran off.

At this point, everything was just happening all at once. Tears started falling from your face as you passed by Angelica, Lin running behind you, Angelica and Lin’s friends watching from the cafe.

It was when you reached an an empty alley when you stopped running, listening to your own sobs and the sound of the busy streets bouncing off the walls.

Why did you have to be with someone else? You were angry. You were angry at the fact that you didn’t wait longer, that you became impatient a bit too soon, that you felt goosebumps at the feel of his fingertips against your hand, that you felt a zap in your stomach, and that the zap you felt made you feel safe, that it made you feel at ease.

“Y/N! Please! Listen to me, where are you?” You heard him shout, the sound of speedy footsteps following suit.

You had nowhere to run to anymore, your back against the wall of the alley. You closed your eyes and prayed to the heavens that he wouldn’t find you. You didn’t want to complicate things. You prayed that soon, you can just be with Pippa and forget that you ever met Lin.

The footsteps started getting louder and all you could do was close your eyes.

In just a few seconds, he was in front of you with his hands on either side of your body.

“Y/N, I’m begging you. Please open your eyes and talk to me.” He spoke with a shaky breathe.

You slowly opened your eyes, your cheek facing him as you refused to face Lin.

“Fine, I’ll talk.” He sighed.

“I know this is scary. I’ve been waiting for a long time too and I have been on the brink of giving up, believe me. But, it’s okay now. I’m here. You’re here. We can stop waiting.”

“I gave up.”

“What?” He said, sadness looped around his voice.

You winced. “I-I thought I wouldn’t meet you. I gave up. I started dating someone else.”

“Is it not possible for you to just break-”

“I can’t just do that, Lin. What I have with this other person, it’s important to her. I can’t just drop her like that.” Tears started to form again.

You feel his fingers grabbing your chin, making you face him. His breathing turned shaky as his teeth captured his bottom lip in attempt to keep his tears from falling.

“I see.” You place your hand against his face, closing your eyes.

Your heart fell when he nuzzled his cheek against your palm. This felt like home. For once in your life, you finally knew how it felt to be with someone you’re meant to be with.

You tried to think about Pippa but quickly after that, your mind started to drift back to the man in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, Lin.”

“I’m not asking you to break up with her all of a sudden, I’m asking for you to give me a chance. I know this is scary but give me the opportunity to make you fall for me,”

“Lin, I-”

“I will treat you well. We can drink coffee together, watch movies, read books, we can do anything that you want. Just please.”

You had to admit to yourself, that’s what you wanted. But still, you couldn’t just drop Pippa so suddenly. You promised her. 

“I can’t.” You started to retract your hand from his face but Lin held placed his palm over yours, holding tightly onto your fingers.

“Why not?” He choked out.

“If I do,” You look up to meet his eyes.

“I know I’ll fall in love with you in an instant.”

Please tag me too oml

Where is the truth?

Lin x Reader, Daveed x Reader

Summary: Lin finds something interesting on Tumblr, and there it begins.

Word Count: 2,197

Warnings: swearing, angst.

A/N: This is my first fanfic in English (it’s not my native language), and I had no one to proofread it, so I hope it’s not that bad. And I’m sorry for mentioning Vanessa, I love and respect her, but I just needed more drama here. This is supposed to be part one.

Lin was sitting on the couch in his girlfriend’s apartment where he spent the most of his time staring into his laptop as usual. He was supposed to write another song for his new project but surprisingly he had no ideas. Y/N was at work and he had nothing else to do. So he was scrolling the dashboard on Tumblr when he saw something interesting. It was a blog dedicated to Hamilton cast and it was Y/N’s picture on the profile. He was surprised because no one knew about their relationship. Actually, Y/N was not a celebrity, she worked as a teacher and it seemed strange to Lin that someone associated her with Hamilton. Unless…

Lin clicked the link and saw a description: “Hey there. I’m Y/N. 22. Lin-Manuel trash. ” And then it became clear to Lin. It was Y/N’s old blog. There were Lin’s and his castmates’ pictures almost in every post, Y/N reblogged even some sort of shitty fanfiction about him. That might seem adorable but actually, that was not. Lin thought that it was creepy in some way. Of course, he knew that Y/N were sort of his fan before they met, a lot of people knew who Lin-Manuel Miranda was, but this way? It seemed like an obsession. Completely unhealthy obsession, Lin thought. Although he didn’t have much time to think it over as he heard the door opened.

“Lin, babe, I’m home!” He heard your voice.

Not having heard the answer you walked into the living room and saw your boyfriend standing in front of the coffee table with the laptop on it.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?” You smiled. “Didn’t you hear I came in?”

“Y/N, could you please explain to me what is it?” Lin asked, turning the laptop so you could see the screen.

“What are you talking about?” You said with a smile on your face and then you saw. “Oh… This.” You completely forgot about that old blog of yours and obviously, Lin wasn’t supposed to see it.

“Yes, Y/N. I found it today and I guess this blog belongs to you and I need explanations.” He closed the laptop and turned to face you with his arms crossed.

“Lin, it’s nothing. It was long ago, I was young and I was fangirling over you and In The Heights. I wanted to delete all of this stuff but…”

“But I’m even glad that you didn’t,” he snapped. “At least I found out who you are after all.”

“What?” You narrowed your eyes. “And who am I now? You are such a fanboy yourself and there is nothing wrong with it.” You tried to take his hand into yours offering a weak smile.

“But I don’t date people I am fanboying over.” He didn’t let you take his hand and took a step back.

“Lin, I still don’t get it. Yes, I did like you and your work before I met you, and then I fall in love with you and we started dating. What’s wrong? Why are you so mad at me?”

“Because I don’t know what to think now!” He exclaimed and went to your bedroom looking for his backpack as you were following him. “I don’t know if you really fell in love with me or you just were so obsessed with me that you decided to meet me and do everything possible to be my girlfriend. What was it for? Money? Fame? Anything else? And I don’t know if I can trust you anymore, Y/N.”

He packed some of his clothes into the backpack while you were just standing in the doorway watching him. Suddenly you began to sob and Lin turned to look at you. You saw that his eyes were also wet but he was trying his best not to cry.

“Just don’t begin to cry, Y/N!” he snapped at you. “Stop being fake at least now.”

“I… I’m not fake, L-lin,” You began to stutter as you always did when you were worried. “I l-love you and I always did.

“Oh I’m well aware of the fact that you did,” He said in a cold tone. “Or should I say you were obsessed with me and made me fall in love with you?” Lin came up to you with the backpack in his hand and looked into your eyes. “If it was not you, I could be with Vanessa for all this time.”

You took a deep breath hearing her name. Vanessa was Lin’s first love and you were always a little worried that he didn’t forget her. Of course, your relationship was perfect and you had never doubted that he loved you, but everyone has a special place in their heart for their first love and Lin wasn’t an exception.

“Vanessa left you before we even met, Lin!” You snapped back. “Don’t act like I was the reason you two broke up.”

“You were the reason I didn’t try to fix things with her and now I lost her forever.” His words made you cry again and Lin reached out his hand to brush а tear from your cheek with his thumb even without thinking. You looked into his eyes but he immediately looked away and removed his hand as you stepped back so he could leave the room.

“You know what, Miranda?” You said watching how fast he put on his shoes and coat. “Go the hell out of here! I don’t want to hear her name again in my own fucking house and I don’t want to see your fucking face ever again!”

“Great! You won’t see me again, Y/N!

He slammed the door behind him leaving you alone. You returned to the living room and sat down on the couch still crying. Everything had been so good, you two had been together for almost three years now. Of course, three years is not such a long time but you were sure that Lin was your one and only. Apparently, he didn’t think so. Apparently, he still believed Vanessa was his one and only.

When your sobbing went to a minimum you finally looked around searching for your phone. Then you realized that Lin didn’t even take his laptop with him. Probably he was going to ask some of his friends to come and pick up his stuff, Groff for example. When you finally found your phone, there already were a few messages from Groff asking what had happened and if you were okay and you typed the answer.

To: Groff No, Jonathan, I’m not okay.

To: Y/N Y/N, I don’t know what’s happened but Lin asked me if he could stay at my place and now he has locked himself in my guest room and doesn’t get out.

To: Groff We had a fight and I said I didn’t wanna see him again. So he left.

To: Y/N Oh, girl! I’m so sorry. Need anything?

To: Groff We are just not meant to be together. I need you only to take care of him, please.

To: Y/N I will. Love you, girl. Everything will be fine.

To: Groff Thanks, man. Love you too.

Jonathan was one of Lin’s best friends and since he had introduced you to Groff you two became very close. You went to Broadway shows together when Lin was busy with his show, you even had sleepovers at his place when Lin was not in New York for work and you didn’t want to be alone at your apartment. Lin often joked that you stole his best friend along with his heart, but it wasn’t really true. They were always there for each other, that is why Lin decided to stay at Jonathan’s place after your fight. Or was it break up? You didn’t know for sure, but at least you knew that Lin had a friend he could rely on.

It was a New Year’s eve and the streets were slightly covered with snow. The day before you returned from your parents’ where you spent Christmas days. All of your friends were going to New Year parties today but you decided just to stay at home and dedicate this evening to yourself. You were about to take a bath when your phone rang, the caller ID showed it was Daveed, one of Lin’s Hamilton castmates. You signed and picked up the phone.

“Hey, Y/N! Diggs calling!” He said cheerfully.

“Hi, Daveed.” You answered.

“Y/N, look. I have a party at my place tonight and you are invited.”

“That’s very nice of you, Daveed, but I…”

“I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer”.

“But…”

“Lin won’t be there. I understand your feelings, Y/N, and I promise he won’t be there. The other castmates will be glad to see you, especially Groff and me.”

“I wasn’t planning to go anywhere tonight, Daveed.”

“Do I have to repeat it again? I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Groff will pick you up at seven, be ready!”

He didn’t even let you answer and just hung up. The perspective of spending time with Hamilton cast seemed nice, except for they all reminded you of Lin. Lin, who had been with you for almost three years. Lin, who broke up with you because of a stupid blog on the Internet. Lin, who didn’t talk to you since then, for six months now. Lin, who moved to London for work recently with his newlywed wife.

All of your friends tried not to mention him when talking to you, but you wasn’t blind, the news about him was in newspapers, on TV, and on the Internet. It would be easier if you didn’t love him anymore but you did, and seeing his smile on the pictures of him and his wife, Vanessa, was heartbreaking. You really didn’t want to know how exactly they got back together and it was none of your business. You tried to move on, live your life, but it wasn’t that easy.

There was a lot of people at Daveed’s party. The original cast of Hamilton, the guys from the current cast and crew, some of Daveed’s friends. Almost everybody had plus one and you were glad that you were there with Jonathan. He squeezed your hand everytime someone started to talk to you about Lin and the great things he had done. No wonder, Lin was a genius who created something magical and gave the job to all these people. But Groff knew that every time you looked up at him, he had to bring a new glass of champagne for you. It was your third glass when Daveed approached to you.

“Hey, Y/N. Nice to see you here.” He greeted you, kissing your cheek.

“Thank you for the invitation”.

“My pleasure. Having fun here?”

“I am! I mean… Jonathan was supposed to bring me more champagne but now he is flirting with some guy from the ensemble.” You pointed at the bar where Groff was laughing at the guy’s jokes.

“Oh, let me be a gentleman,” Daveed laughed, taking an empty glass from your hand. “You look stunning in this dress, by the way.”

You forced a smile, remembering that you bought that dress for Hamilton Chicago opening night where you were supposed to be Lin’s date, but you had never get the chance. Suddenly you noticed someone in the corner of the room that made you weak in the knees.

“Oh my God, Y/N, are you alright?” Daveed grabbed you around the waist not letting you fall.

“I’m fine. Just… Need some fresh air I guess.”

“Let me walk you out to the balcony,” he said, still with his hand on the small of your back.

As soon as you stepped out into the fresh air you felt much better. That couldn’t be Lin, Diggs promised you before that he wouldn’t be here, you thought.

“Here,” You felt the fabric on your shoulders. “Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”

“Thanks,” You muttered, looking at Daveed, who was in a shirt now which accentuated his muscles and you gulped at the sight of his arms.

“Are you… Are you sure you want champagne?” He asked. He clearly noticed that you stared, and you lowered your eyes and colored slightly.

“Water would be fine.” You whispered, and Daveed nodded, quickly stepping inside.

The wind blew your hair back from your face, and you closed your eyes, hearing the noise from the apartment. It was almost midnight, but this year you had no one beside you to share a kiss with. You heard the sounds of fireworks and loud voices counting the seconds before the New Year. Suddenly you felt a soft kiss on your lips and your eyes flickered open.

“Lin?”

“Happy New Year, Y/N.”

[insp.]

this is the man I chose to stan (x)

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