#go easy on me hamfam

[vintageglassheart02]

I humbly request fic prompt #26:

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

For Papa Miles. 😈

Against the Window

Beta read by the lovely @littleredwritingcat

Glorious gif by @putonyourbathingsuits

This is the first thing I've written in years. Please take it easy on me, haha. Without further ado, I bring you Miles smut. 3.2k words

"Will you relax for once? Have a drink and mingle," she replies , "and stop worrying about your shorts. You look great."

"l can't believe I let you drag me here," you groan to Alex, tugging at the short shorts you are wearing in an attempt to cover more of your exposed thighs. You hadn't expected this many people to be here when you allowed your neighbor and friend talk you into going to a "small get-together", which was obviously a very not small pool party.

You sigh and stop fidgeting for the moment and look around to see if you recognize any faces. "Is Hank even here? I thought you guys were done for good this time." You look at her watching as she scans the crowd herself, pulling you towards the shaded open bar by the ridiculously large pool.

"He said he and Mi--" she stops as she realizes her slip up and you pull your hand from her grip, placing it on your hip instead.

"Miles? Really?" You glare at her as you order a drink, forcing a smile at the bartender.

"Come on, give him a chance. He likes you."

"So that's what this is about then? Not you and Hank. You're trying to set me up with Miles. Again." You accuse, your voice raising higher than you intended and you noticed other party-goers beginning to stare. You wince and lower your voice as you take your drink. "And if he likes me so much why didn't he call after that night we spent together? He just ghosted me."

"I don't know. Try talking to him about it," she suggests. "He's a really great guy, actually. If Hank were half as considerate as Miles we would probably still be together."

"I don't think giving a woman the best orgasms of her life and then pretending it never happened is very considerate, Alex." You chug the rest of your drink and order another. You decide if Miles shows up you'll get to speak your mind and if not, well, you'll just get drunk and make the most of the night.

_______

Forty-five minutes and two drinks later you're sitting next to a guy who calls himself "Clint", though you're fairly sure that's not really his name, as he tells you about the time he "met Mike Tyson at a strip club and beat him in a round of poker." You resist the urge to roll your eyes and internally curse Alex for stranding you to go off with some guy she'd been flirting with since shortly after you'd arrived.

You chance a look around to see if you can spot your neighbor when instead you notice another familiar face - Miles - headed directly your way and he absolutely doesn't look happy, especially when "Clint" suddenly gets brazen and sets his hand on your knee.

Just as you're about to push this jackass' hand off of you, Miles slides up and slings an arm around your waist and shoots the man a glare.

"Thanks for keeping my woman company, but I'd advise you take your hands off before I do it for you," Miles says, pulling you closer. You nearly push him off of you, indignant that he thinks you can't take care of yourself. But then Clint backs off immediately, his hands raised in defense.

"Hey man, she didn't say she had a boyfriend." His words come out slurred and you wince as he stumbles out of his stool and mumbles something about "not looking for any trouble" as he heads towards the poolside.

Miles relaxes his grip on you but doesn't pull away entirely and you turn to finally look at him properly; his thick salt and pepper hair has grown since you last saw him and his beard seems a little thicker. What you notice most, with a deep blush, is his open button-down shirt revealing his tan, toned chest and stomach. When your gaze slides back up to his face, you notice he's looking at you as well, though instead of a blush, he's wearing a smirk.

Breaking out of your daze you push his arm off of you and take a step back, making his smirk vanish and his thick eyebrows draw together.

For a moment you're not sure what to say so you simply stare, anger and confusion obvious on your expression judging by his own silence.

Finally you speak: "What's up Miles? Here to fuck and run again? A little wham bam thank you ma'am? Once wasn't enough?"

He has the decency to look ashamed, clearly at a loss for words. "Can we just, I don't know, talk? Inside I mean; too many drunks out here."

Against your better judgement, you nod in agreement. No matter how angry you may be, something about this man is irresistible to you, so you find yourself following him inside and up a flight of stairs when the lower floor appears to be crowded as well.

Miles leads you to what appears to be an office, with sparse, expensive looking furniture and a lot of windows along the walls so that you can clearly see the party going on below. You consider sitting down but you don't know how much time you're willing to give him just yet, so you simply lean against a wall opposite the windows and wait for him to speak.

He paces for a moment, then stops in front of you and gives you a weak smile. "I know I fucked up. I've never been good at anything other than one night stands, so when I realized I actually cared about you I just... freaked the fuck out. I thought if I ignored it then it would go away--"

"For you, you mean. You obviously didn't give two shits about how I felt, did you?" You spit out the words as you poke him in the chest.

He glances down to where you're touching him and steps even closer, and you can now smell his aftershave and cologne, which has more of an effect on you than you like. "I'm an asshole, I know. But I want to do better. I want to try," he says, "with you." He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and leans down to press his forhead to yours.

"Please, just... give me a chance."

The rational side of you knows you should shove him off of you, and run back downstairs; just call a cab and go home, crawl in bed and forget this night ever happened.

Instead it feels like you're glued to the spot, so close to him you're practically breathing the same breath, the warmth of his skin seeping through your clothes. Everything about him seems to overwhelm you; his scent, his broad shoulders and his deep brown eyes peering intensely into your own and you feel absolutely paralyzed with desire.

You open your mouth to respond, but you're not sure what you want to say, so you just look at him, feeling what little resolve you had left break. If this turns out to be another disaster, you'll survive. All you know now is how badly you want him. Right now.

You're both breathing heavy, staring at one another as if daring the other to make the first move. You slowly slide your eyes down to his mouth, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. That proves to be his breaking point, as he pulls you towards him, one hand on the back of your head, the other on your lower back. He crashes his lips into yours, his teeth clanking almost painfully with your own. Wasting no time, he slides his tongue into your mouth when you gasp, bringing your hands up to rest on his shoulders as his hands slide down your body and firmly squeeze your ass, forcing a moan from the back of your throat.

He pulls you firmly against the growing bulge in his shorts and you moan again, grinding into him to hear him groan your name. "You drive me crazy," he pants into your ear, his warm breath making you shiver, and you feel yourself getting wetter from the sensation.

The way this man affects you...

"Miles, please," you say, though you're not sure what you're begging for exactly.

"Please what, baby? Tell me what you want," he says, a taunting edge in his words.

"Just touch me," is all you can manage, dragging your nails down his chest making him hiss in response.

"Oh, I'm going to touch you alright." He slides his nose across your cheek, kissing his way across your jaw before leaving wet, open mouthed kisses down your neck as he slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, backing up just enough to look up at your heaving chest and lust-blown pupils .

"Take everything off," he demands. Something about his submissive position mixed with the authority in his commands makes you feel dizzy with lust. "Keep your eyes on me," he adds as though he can tell you're really into his game.

You bite your lip, feeling a blush rise across your cheeks as you slowly slip off your clothes starting with your shirt. Just as you're about to remove your panties he places his hand over yours. "Not yet," he says, his eyes traveling over your body. Your eyes flicker behind him self-consciously as his gaze slides from your face to your neck, to your breasts and abdomen, and he slowly leans in. "I told you to look at me,” he tells you, and his voice has shifted. All in all, you’ve always thought of Miles as a fairly laid-back guy, but in this moment, he sounds direct. Demanding even. The change in tone does something to your bones, and you can’t tell if you’re still standing upright, or sinking.

"You're gorgeous, perfect."

He presses his lips against your stomach, making you tremble as his beard tickles deliciously at the soft skin. Miles never breaks eye contact as he slowly kisses his way up, finally landing on your left breast and wraps his lips around your nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth and then firmly sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" You can't help but throw your head back at the sensation, and he grabs your waist as though he can tell you're about to lose your balance.

He stops all movement until you look back down at him at which point he tells you're a "good girl" and returns his attentions to your other, neglected breast. You thread your fingers into his thick hair and shiver as he drags moan after moan from your lips, his mouth kissing, nipping and sucking your breasts, collarbone and stomach.

Just when you think you can't take it anymore and you feel like screaming at him to stop the torture, he leans in and huffs a hot breath against your clothed pussy, and drags his tongue over the thin cotton barrier. "So wet already," he whispers, clearly able to see the wetness through the material. "I've hardly even touched you yet." Part of you feels embarrassed but that quickly passes when he begins dragging your panties down with his teeth.

He gently guides you over to the chair against the window and encourages you to sit and pulls your panties off your ankle, his eyes immediately landing where you're spread open and glistening. He groans as he licks his lips and leans in pressing his open mouth to your inner thigh, biting down just hard enough to sting and again you find your hands in his hair, tugging slightly which only seems to encourage him.

You look over at the open window, knowing that at any moment someone could look up and see what you're doing; what you're allowing Miles to do to you in a stranger's home.

You've never really considered yourself an exhibitionist, but at the moment the idea sends a thrill right through you, and you feel yourself growing even wetter at the thought of someone watching as Miles slides his head closer to your throbbing center, sliding his tongue over your thigh on his journey upwards.

Miles smirks as though he can read your mind, and he slowly slides his hands up your thighs before lifting them over his gorgeous shoulders.

"You think they're watching? I bet every man here wishes he could do what I'm about to do to you; make you come so hard you forget your own name." You glare at him, though his words seem to carry a hot jolt of distilled lust straight through you – like good whisky down your belly. Instead of wasting your energy with coming up with a witty retort, you grab his head and pull him closer. "So fucking do it then," you challenge. You feel his chuckle more than you hear it as he finally drags his tongue from your opening all the way to your clit, sucking briefly before pulling back and adjusting your thighs and placing his hands on your hips to hold you in place as he sets to work.

At first he runs his tongue up and down in lazy motions to tease, but soon he brings up his right hand to spread you open and before circling your clit in rapid pace. Your hands don't know where to land: his hair, your breasts, the armrests of the chair so you alternate, moaning his name, even louder when you feel him slide a thick finger into you, quickly followed by another. You all but shriek when he sucks on your bundle of nerves and curls his fingers to hit just the right spot and this time you tug his hair harshly, which seems to spur him on as he moans nearly as loud as you and sucks even harder, nearly to the point of pain. Your thighs are shaking, your toes are curled, your back is arched and you're almost there when... he pulls back, leaving you confused and more than a little angry.

"What the fuck, Miles?" You glare at him, even as he licks the remnants of you off of his fingers and leans closer to your face, his nose nudging yours.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm nowhere near done with you." You want to tell him to forget it, frustrated that he cut you off right at the threshold of what would have surely been an earth shattering orgasm, but then he slides of his shorts and your mouth waters at the sight of him. Long, thick and just curved enough to reach all the best spots.

"Come here," he says, stroking his cock as he watches you with hooded eyes. "I'm gonna take such good care of you."

You stand on shaky legs, and your eyes widen as he leads you towards the window, looking down at you with a question in his eyes. "Tell me how you want it," he presses his body firmly against yours as you try to process what he means.

"Wh-- what?" You think you know where this is going but you're still not sure how to say it.

Miles chuckles, slowly turning you around so that you can see the remaining party-goers drinking, swimming and laughing. He sucks your earlobe into his mouth, lightly biting down while reaching down to slide his fingers though your soaking wet folds. "I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it. And I think you want that too," he adds.

There's no need denying it. There aren't too many people left -at least whom are conscious- but still, the thought of being watched thrills you in a way you never imagined. Without responding you place your hands on the window, arch your back and flash a grin at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

His already dark eyes turn nearly black as he growls, placing one hand on your hip to pull your ass closer to him and sliding two fingers into your heat with the other. "That's my good girl," he praises pumping his fingers hard and fast as you moan, watching as a man jumps into the pool and another laughs at his friend's antics.

Your attention is immediately returned to Miles as you feel him remove his fingers and immediately replace them with his much thicker cock. You yelp and scratch at the glass, hoping like hell it holds up because you're pretty sure you're about to get the pounding of your life.

"Oh fuck, Miles," you groan, readjusting your hands on the glass and trying to balance your legs enough to where you're not entirely leaning on the window. While being throughly fucked wouldn't be the worst way to go, you'd rather not fall through a window naked into a crowd of strangers in the process.

Miles moans your name, his face pressed into your neck as he praises how "unbelievably tight and wet" you are, his hand sneaking around to rub harshly at your clit as he slams into you harder and faster.

"You take my cock so well," he tells you, his voice raspy, "like you were made for it; like this little pussy was made just for me." His words make you clinch and he hisses, squeezing your hip and rubbing your nearly overstimulated clit even harder. You're absolutely certain that you're going to have bruises for days to come.

Your moans start to come out louder and you glance down outside, and you swear you see someone watching but you can't care when Miles reaches his free hand to wrap loosely around your throat.

The wet sounds of him pumping into you and his hips slamming into your ass are vulgar enough but when your moans turn to actual screams of his name, he places a hard pinch to your clit and your whole body tenses up before you fall apart in his grasp, his arm moving from your throat to wrap around your waist to hold you upright and to make sure you don't fall through the now fogged up glass. Your vision goes completely black as your toes curl and your hands reach back to tug at his curls as you thrash against him, nearly wailing at the intensity of your orgasm. He continues to pump into your spent body one, two, three more times, pulling your hips firmly against his as he spills inside you with a loud groan and a whisper of your name. "Fuck baby, you're amazing," he tells you, sliding out of you slowly, rubbing a hand down your back.

You turn to look at him, the post orgasm high flowing through you as you wait to see what happens now. Miles leans in and kisses your forhead, then your nose and smiles sweetly at you. "Now that we've given a bunch of strangers a show, you wanna go get dinner?" He asks, "or would it be breakfast at this time?"

You just laugh. "Actually I was thinking we could just go back to my place." You say, turning around as you hear commotion outside and notice a small crowd has formed to witness your activities.

"Encore!" You hear someone shout and you're sure you're blushing down to your toes.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," you say, "now."

#hamish linklater #miles (you can't say no) #hamish linklater x reader #miles x reader #smut #hamfam #go easy on me hamfam #i haven't written in so long #but my need for haim smut was so strong #i encourage you to objectify his characters too

[girlwiththenegantattoo]

Hey guys!! I've gotten an itch to write about Jeb again despite needing to finish the second part of Hoover, Nobody Does it Like You and my JT fic (I was worried I've just stopped enjoying writing but thanks to the Hamfam it's just a slew of things going on atm). Anyways this baby is mostly all written I just want to make some edits and give y'all a sneak peek. Hope it strikes your interest and any input is welcomed.

Juror #6

“Let me guess, you don't recall?”

The once quiet courtroom, save for the sound of clicking cameras, suddenly came alive with low laughter and conversations that could only be about the man, Jeb Magruder, sitting ever so uncomfortably in front of them all. In Sheila’s opinion Jeb was far from innocent however, witnessing dismissive gestures from men in illy fitted suits and women with beehive hairdos that reminded her of her grandmother, only exacerbated her frustration.

The front of Jeb’s face was perfectly visible from the seat Sheila was assigned to. She could see the embarrassment build up from behind his blue eyes, eyes of which would be alluring in any other circumstance. The rosey color that blossomed across his cheeks and the awkward twitch of the corner of his lips (in an attempt to smile?) also brought on an emotion Sheila dared not to think about.

If only for once Sheila hadn’t let her emotions influence the decision she made. Honesty would have revealed her disgust for Republicans. Perhaps that would have disqualified her from being a juror in this trial. Instead there she sat, stuck in a courtroom full of people determined to get justice for criminal acts committed by the US government. In another life this would be an easy guilty verdict from Sheila Anderson. That was of course in another life where Jeb Magruder hadn’t sat down at that god awful looking wooden table.



#hamish linklater #jeb magruder #gaslit #Jeb is a mess #and Sheila has never been so perplexed

[plainlo-inthemorning]

Smut etiquette

Hey all, I got a couple of anons from the Hamfam asking me to remember to add the “read more” break line to explicit fics that may be triggering to some (did I, say, write a VERY explicit, tiny little JT/Jeb drabble? Of course I did). Now, I normally just add the breaker automatically when I upload fics on the computer, BUT - this afternoon I just scribbled something quickly, and uploaded it from my phone. And here comes the tech issues: There’s still no option to add a break line in the app. However! There is a super easy hack, as I have now been made aware, and that I’ll pass on to anyone else who may have encountered the issue:

Simply add :readmore: in a new paragraph, et voila.

(And yes, it could very well be that I’m the last person on tumblr to learn this, but there we go;) For anyone thirsty, here’s the filthy little beast)

#when blorbos whip it all out on main #fic etiquette #hamfam #thanx guys #hamish linklater

[ebiemidnightlibrarian]

Show: Midnight Mass vs Gaslit 😘😘😘

OMGGGGG THIS IS HARD!!

puts my hands together under the chin and stares into space for ten straight minutes

All right, as Jack the Ripper would say, let's make it step by step. (jk)

I'm a twenty-year-old woman who lives in a small town on a ridiculously small island in Brazil, so I had no idea what Watergate was really about other than that it was a political scandal involving corruption and Nixon. That said, obviously to understand Gaslit I had to do some research (which was fun because some people at HamFam wrote posts that helped me a lot, thank you so much btw).

When I saw what the content of the series would be, it was a pleasant surprise, because I have a taste for dark and sardonic humour, with exaggerations that border on the absurd, like the humour made by Monty Python. (ofc Gaslit isn't THAT nonsense).

So I'm having a lot of fun with Gaslit and its development… HOWEVER

Midnight Mass was such an absolutely immersive and emotional experience for me that in my heart, Mike Flanagan's universe will always win.

Ever since watching Hush in a crowded mall cinema with a group of friends, I've fallen in love with Flanagan's cinematography and the sensitive way he chooses to tell his stories. lol, what can I do, I am a slut for character development.

As a card-carrying horror fan, it was easy to get caught up in the emotional train of The Haunting series and the great Gerald's Game. (Of course it helped that I simply loved the books these works adapt). But, I've always been very curious about the blessed easter eggs from the Midnight Mass book that were all over the Flanaverse, so once the series was announced I couldn't have exploded with more joy.

I think I can safely say that MM is Flanagan's work that I most identify with, for a number of factors that I shouldn't list here or I'll go overboard lol.

The emotional weight, the lyrical melancholy of the narrative and the monstrous character construction that Flanagan made, makes me shiver every time I watch it. Not to mention that the suffering I went through in the last two episodes makes me avoid them more than the devil avoids the cross. (I think I totally saw her 7 times, but I must have gone from 20 times watched, until episode 5 lmao).

Honestly, I would need a ridiculous amount of pages to describe how much this series means to me, and I've already talked a lot, lol. I'm sorry!!

#ebie talks #ebie asks #ebie's answer #midnight mass #gaslit #gaslit starz #hamfam #Thank you so much #i love when somebody sends me an ask #ily 😘😘😘 #nice people

[sunshineystilinski]

I know you have probably heard this before, but you are going to hear it again. You ARE important, you are worthy. It is difficult to make yourself think that, I experienced it myself. There is a giant wall of negativity you have to climb over, It isn't easy, it won't ever be easy, but you can do it. You ARE strong, and when you don't feel strong enough to pull yourself up, even if I am just an anon, I will always support you. You are a great member of the HamFam and we would never give you up.

oh my god this brought me to tears. whoever you are, made me smile. thank you. i think i really needed this message.

s

#asks #asks answered #anons #anonymous #people can be amazing

[elizaslegacy]

i want you to belong to me (chapter 2)

Period: modern

Pairings: Lin x reader, Anthony x reader

Warnings: cursing (as always)

The show went pretty smoothly your first few nights, although you had no previous experience to compare it to. You met the rest of the cast, and had found fast friends in Daveed and Phillipa (or as she affectionately told you to call her, Pippa). At some point during your fifth show, you snuck into the wings to watch pieces of the show. It was good. Like, really fucking good. The actors flawlessly portrayed their characters as if they had lived in their shoes in some sort of past life.

You giggled at Daveed’s French accent; you marveled at Pippa’s insane vocal talent. You thought your favorite part of Act 1 was definitely Satisfied. Renee was another level of talent. You joined the men in the cast for what was apparently a nightly tradition - a backstage dance party during The Schuyler Sisters. 

You had vaguely noticed Lin’s eyes scanning up and down your body as you danced, your hips rolling to the beat. You had immediately questioned your dancing skills and quickly toned it down; you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your new coworkers just yet. 

During the intermission, you helped actors fix the makeup that they had sweat off - or in Anthony’s case, “accidentally” rubbed off. You were carefully combing through his curly locks with your fingers when Daveed and Lin walked in. The taller man was laughing hysterically, his wild curls bouncing as his body was racked with cackles. Lin looked extremely annoyed and almost a little flustered. You were surprised; it was a side to the outgoing man you had never seen before. 

“What’s up?” you inquired as you glanced at the pair in amusement. Lin rolled his eyes and plopped down in a chair. “Daveed’s being an ass, as usual,” he huffed. Daveed scoffed dramatically. “I am not!”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not!”

“Are too.”

“You’re just annoyed because I figured out that-”

Lin cut the curly haired man off with a hard pillow to the face. You giggled amusedly, tapping Anthony’s shoulder to let him know that he could go. He flashed you a grateful smile and scampered out of the room.

Back on the other side of the room, Lin was still going after Daveed angrily as the other man continued to laugh. “Dude, I don’t know what you’re so mad about, it was so easy to figure out. You’re so obvious,” Daveed howled. “I can’t blame you though, she’s hot!” You considered what you had just heard slowly. Lin was interested in someone, and it was obvious enough for people to figure it out. You felt your heart sink the slightest bit. If it was so obvious, it must be someone else. Right? You were sure that you’d be able to tell if Lin was making advances on you.

Crestfallen, you decided to at least put an end to Lin’s embarrassment. “Hey! Diggs,” you called sternly. The gazes of the two men snapped up to you quickly. “Chair. Now.” Daveed scrambled towards you, sitting in front of you with a guilty smile. You rolled your eyes impatiently as you began to stretch the wig cap over his curly locks.

“(Y/N)?” Lin called softly. You glanced up at him quickly and saw the apprehensive look on his face.

“Yeah?”

You heard a deep breath from him; it was almost shaky. Daveed began cackling once again - god knows why - so you yanked on the curly haired man’s ear. That shut him up. “This Friday we’re having a little cast party,” Lin blurted out. “Well, not really little. Our cast isn’t really great at keeping gatherings small and casual. But it’s gonna be at this high end club and I was wondering-”

“Yes, I would like to go,” you cut in, watching a small smile play on Lin’s lips. You signaled to Daveed that he was done after fastening his wig on, and the taller man left. Lin moved to the chair in front of you. “You almost seemed nervous to ask me, Miranda,” you mused. You removed the elastic in his dark hair and began working some dry shampoo in with your fingers - the actors’ hair tended to get pretty nasty after a whole act of singing and dancing.

You watched as Lin bit his lip. “N-no...” he protested, shrugging casually. “Diggs was just making me nervous with the teasing is all.” You felt your heart sink the slightest bit for the second time that night. God, why were you so bitter that Lin was interested in someone? You barely knew the guy, and you hadn’t spent tons of time together. If anything, you had been avoiding him as a result of the weird feelings he seemed to breed within you.

Shaking the odd jealousy that plagued you away instantly, you pulled yourself out of your thoughts and realized that you had been just absentmindedly stroking and playing with Lin’s soft hair. You yanked your hands away nervously. He probably thinks I’m so fucking strange, you thought glumly as your cursed yourself. But then the strangest thing happened. As you removed your hands from gently running through Lin’s hair, he subconsciously moved his head back and followed them - almost like he was searching for the contact you had just deprived him of.

You didn’t know what to say, so you did the only thing you could think of - you wove your hands back into his hair and began stroking it again. Lin immediately let out a satisfied hum, causing you to crack a smile. “My god, I’ve found your weakness,” you gasped jokingly, attempting to shatter the silence. Lin looked up at you with those huge brown eyes in inquiry. You gestured to your hands, which were working their way through his long, dark locks. “Who would’ve thought that the Pulitzer Prize winning genius would come undone from getting his hair played with?”

Lin’s cheeks flushed with color and he avoided eye contact with you. You continued to grin at him despite his clear embarrassment. The loudspeaker interrupted the moment with a “Places everyone! Please get in your places for Act Two!” At that, he leapt out of your chair and darted towards the door. He was about to leave when you stopped him. “Lin,” you called out, hoping he wouldn’t ignore you.

Lin turned to face you, still making minimal eye contact with you. The blush hadn’t disappeared from his cheeks. “Yeah?” he murmured anxiously. You bit your lip, attempting to hold back an earsplitting smile.

“Your secret’s safe with me,” you assured the flustered man in front of you. “And if it’s worth anything, I think it’s really adorable.”

With that, Lin was gone in a flash of hunter green velvet.

You eyes stayed glued to the doorframe, the recent events playing through your head over and over again. That was very weird, but you didn’t really mind hearing that content little hum fro- stop it! You shut down that train of thought immediately; it was headed on a dangerous path towards affection and attraction. Lin has feelings for someone! you reminded yourself harshly. No matter how hard you tried, though, you couldn’t stop thinking back and smiling.

You unlocked your phone out of boredom, flipping through Instagram and Twitter as you longed for the comfort of your bed. That night, your plan was as follows: pour a glass of white wine, have a bubble bath, do a face mask, and fall asleep. You savored the thoughts of the haven that was your apartment; your phone buzzed with the notification of a new text message.

It was from Daveed. Great, you thought as you rolled your eyes. Shouldn’t he be, like, on stage actually doing his job? The text had been sent in a group chat with a bunch of random numbers.

Daveed: Hola HamFam. We still on for post show Chinese takeout and movies tonight?

You were about to type out a confused reply when texts from other numbers began flooding in.

1: Ooh yeah!

2: Hellz yes!

3: I’m down for some wine as well.

2: Boooooring. I was thinking shots

1: How has Ant not died from alcohol poisoning yet?

3: Some of us would actually like to function tomorrow, Ramos.

2: Y am i friends with u losers?

4: Lol i accidentally put my phone in my pocket and it was ringing off the hook during Hurricane

4: I screwed up like 50 times BAHAHA

2: Old Man Miranda strikes again

1: Back to tonight’s plans....who’s the new number in the group?

Daveed: It’s our new favorite lil lady (Y/N)

Daveed: @ lin ^^

4: I’m firing you from my show

4: Assface

3: Watch the profanity

1: Hi (Y/N)!!!!!!!

2: Hey sweetcheeks ;)

4: Cool it buddy

2: Heeeeeey i’m just playing

5: You guys seriously can’t just talk face to face?!

5: You’re all pathetic. But Chinese food sounds heavenly.

Daveed: What do you want to eat, (Y/N)?

You looked at the screen with an exasperated stare. The group chat had jumped between nearly 10 topics of conversation in seconds. It seemed as though Daveed was giving you no option, so you reluctantly replied.

You: I just wanna go home and take a bath :( u guys are all high maintenance and u wore me out

You: But if i have no choice, i’ll have sweet and sour chicken and pork fried rice

You: Also can u all say who u are? Very confused atm

2: The man of ur dreams ;)

You: Ryan Gosling? Is that you?

2: U suck. It’s Ant

3: This is Leslie

1: Jas!!!!

5: Renee

5: Also pls stop texting?!?!

5: It’s Quiet Uptown is supposed 2 b serious + i can’t think about anything but chinese food

4: Lin :)))))

4: Sorry i had 2 go roast burr real quick

4: I’m back now

4: wAIT SHIT GOTTA GO DIE

You sighed deeply and said goodbye to your peaceful night of relaxation. You could tell you had a long night ahead of you.

#i want you to belong to me fic #hamilton fic #lin fic #lin x reader #lin manuel miranda fic #anthony x reader #anthony ramos fic #chapter 2