Room Neighbors - Chapter Four - Wanda Maximoff Series
series summary: A flood at the Nexus frat house requires its members to be relocated across all shared apartments of NYU. You and your roommates have a quiet routine, but everything is turned upside down when new students move in.
chapter summary: chaotic daily life between the avengers, wanda gets bold but unfortunately to you, so does carol.
warnings: (+16) a lot of sexual tension in this, heavy making out, realization and denial of feelings, friends teasing the hell out of reader, lack of privacy, wanda being a tease, light angst by the end.
a/n-> vampire elena gilbert inspired me for this chapter.
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Something had shifted between you and Wanda. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what, exactly - the tension was still there, but somehow you were in a tentative truce. She never mentioned you carrying her to bed that night, and neither did you. Instead, your days were marked by mild, innocent teasing rather than the usual sharp edge. You guessed she was, like you, trying to navigate this new dynamic of not outright hating each other. But you weren’t ready to fool yourself into thinking you two were friends yet.
With your internship finally over, you had hoped for quieter weeks; time to study and relax. But your usual Wednesday afternoon of video games and TV was interrupted by your phone’s insistent ringing.
“Where’s the fire, Romanoff?” you answered on speaker, eyes locked on the boss fight on your screen.
“Nice of you to answer after a hundred tries,” Natasha mocked, clearly amused.
You muttered a distracted, “Was busy.”
“If it was anything urgent, I already know Assassin’s Creed would be your top priority.
You laughed, glancing at the phone before returning to the game. “Sure, Romanoff. Alright - what can I do for you?”
She sighed softly. “Could you do me a huge favor and take the apartment keys to Wanda?”
“No.”
“Y/N, please,” she pressed. “Wanda texted me saying she forgot them earlier today, and she won’t be back until everyone’s gone. That is, if you didn’t cancel the game with Carol...”
“Nope, still happening,” you cut in, a bit impatient. “And why doesn’t Maximoff use those pretty legs of hers and come get the keys?”
Natasha chuckled. “Pretty legs, huh? I see you.”
“It was just a joke,” you shot back, cheeks heating up a little. Natasha laughed but dropped the teasing.
“Please, Y/N. I wouldn’t ask if there was anyone else. The girls are all working. Can you do me this favor? I’ll buy you your favorite burritos.”
You smiled. “Deal, Romanoff.”
After hanging up, you finished one last stage before putting down the controller. Grabbing your phone, you messaged Wanda: Taking the keys - where are you? When you stepped out of the shower, her reply was terse: Gym. No thanks, no emojis.
You rolled your eyes but decided to honor your deal with Natasha.
Campus was relatively quiet - most students were in class or internships - but the gym was packed. Cheerleaders and PE students shared the space, though the girls in uniform looked distinctly displeased about it. Your gaze landed on a grumpy Wanda Maximoff, stretching in the corner, her expression a mix of focus and mild irritation.
“...It’s so unfair they put us here while the boys’ soccer team can practice outside whenever they want,” you overheard one of the girls grumble as you approached. She was just as striking as Wanda - long red hair, sharp eyes, clad in the cheer uniform.
“Your Highness, I’ve come to deliver your keys,” you said with a smirk, cutting through their conversation and drawing immediate attention.
Wanda, who had been wearing an annoyed scowl moments before, surprised you by smiling when she saw you. Yet there was something unusual flickering in her eyes. Her friend shot you a curious look as well.
“Well, my shining knight, did you get lost?” Wanda teased, her lips curling into a playful smile. “You sure took your time.”
You raised an eyebrow, about to retort indignantly, but the comeback caught in your throat when Wanda resumed stretching. She swung her right ankle up and rested it casually on your shoulder. The short cheer skirt did almost nothing to conceal her legs in that position - and it was clear she knew exactly the effect she had on you. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she used you like one of the gym pillars the other girls were leaning on. “So, where’s the key, detka?”
You swallowed hard, trying to appear composed as you fumbled awkwardly through your pockets, your hands betraying a nervous tremble.
“Is this the girl you’ve been talking about, Wan?” the redhead asked, nodding toward you.
Wanda’s gaze didn’t waver as she nodded, and the other girl smiled approvingly. “You were right. She is pretty.”
Your ears burned, but you lifted your eyes to meet Wanda’s, surprised.
“You talk about me to your friends, Maximoff? Starting to think you might have a crush,” you teased, holding out the keys.
Wanda took the keys but held your hand - and your gaze - longer than necessary, her fingers lightly tracing yours.
“Maybe I do,” she said simply.
You choked on a breath, heat blooming at your neck. The redhead giggled softly.
“Jeez, Wan, you’re lethal today. Gonna give your friend a heart attack,” she teased.
Wanda barely glanced away, then said smoothly, “Jean, why don’t you check on Monica? See what’s taking her so long with the water.”
Jean’s smile faded to a reluctant sigh, and without another word, she got up and left.
You cleared your throat, still feeling awkward but proud that you were managing to stand your ground while Wanda was perched so close. If you tilted your head just right, you caught a glimpse of her black panties - and the thought sent a shiver down your spine. Wanda noticed, of course; the sparkle in her eyes deepened and that satisfied little smile tugged at her lips. You shifted into the most relaxed posture you could muster.
“That’s a pretty rude way to talk to your friend,” you said, voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. “Do you always treat people like they’re working for you?”
Wanda chuckled, shrugging as one hand found its way onto your shoulder.
“Of course not, detka. It’s just that…” She leaned in slightly - as if it were part of the stretch - and you barely caught your breath. Your heart hammered in your ears, and the intoxicating scent of her perfume flooded your senses. “Some people just like to obey. Too much.”
You exhaled softly, resisting the urge to step back. A sudden thought nudged at you. “How do you know that about her? You and Jean ever…?”
Wanda pulled away with a low chuckle, clearly entertained by the question. “Why do you care?”
You looked away, annoyed, huffing. “I don’t. Doesn’t matter. You’ve got your key. Bye.” You muttered and started to walk off.
Wanda stumbled slightly at the loss of your support but caught herself with a smirk.
Once outside the gym, you left her there biting her nail thoughtfully, replaying the conversation and wondering how it had taken a turn so fast.
Monica and Jean returned laughing, clutching bottles of water, but their smiles faded the moment they spotted Wanda’s clearly dissatisfied expression.
“Let me guess - your charm didn’t work.” Monica teased, handing Wanda a bottle of water. Wanda just grunted in response.
“We were doing fine. I almost had her,” She said, frowning. “Then I don’t know, I pushed too far and she just… backed off. Seriously, how can someone be so stubborn and difficult?”
Monica and Jean exchanged a knowing look. “Yeah, I can’t even imagine someone like that,” they said in unison, mockingly. Wanda didn’t catch their joke, lost in her own head.
Jean cleared her throat. “Why don’t you try being more obvious? Maybe she thinks you still hate her.”
Wanda gave a dry laugh. “More obvious? I almost risked flashing the whole gym just now, and I’ve been flirting with her for weeks! She just doesn’t notice. Maybe I should just accept that she's not interested.”
“Oh, please, she is interested,” Monica jumped in, and Jean nodded in agreement. “Pietro himself said when they got out, she couldn't stop talking about you.”
Wanda hesitated, pinching her fingers thoughtfully. It was true, but still…
“And she nearly had a heart attack at your little stunt,” Jean added with a grin. “You’re way too close to quit now. Honestly, Wan, you’re going way too easy on her. She’s best friends with Romanoff - she’s probably immune to flirting. Maybe she just treats it like a breakfast joke. You need to play hard.”
“For example,” Monica said, eyes gleaming with mischief, “use the apartment you share to your advantage.”
“Yes!” Jean agreed eagerly. “Imagine how much you could do with that!”
Wanda eyed them both skeptically. “Like what?”
The girls exchanged conspiratorial looks.
Monica stepped closer. “Tell me, friend - do you have any lingerie?”
Wanda admitted she didn’t, but the girls were more than ready to drag her shopping after practice.
The key? It ended up useless - Wanda didn’t come home until late that night, long after the apartment was bustling again.
She stumbled inside, arms full of shopping bags, while the girls were sprawled on the living room carpet, laughing over dinner. To her surprise, you arrived just moments later. Wanda barely had time to drop the bags in the bedroom and grab a towel before nearly bumping into you in the hallway on the way to the bathroom.
“Don’t even think about it, Maximoff. I’m showering first,” you declared, planting yourself firmly in front of the bathroom door. You hesitated to step aside for your towel because you knew if you moved, Wanda would slip in ahead of you. She raised a brow, ready to argue, but you softened your expression with a tired sigh. “Some idiot spilled beer on me at the game. So please, can I have first dibs?”
Wanda blinked, surprised by the sudden gentleness, but quickly recovered, shooting you a look that made you swallow hard.
“How about we save water and go in together?” she teased, stepping closer.
You choked on your breath.
“I-I...” you stammered.
“Oh, detka, did I melt your brain?” she laughed, closing the gap, and instinctively you backed against the door, the wood creaking under the pressure.
From the living room, Natasha’s voice rang out sharply: “I swear, if you two start fighting again, I’m putting you to sleep in the hallway!”
Wanda giggled, but you just grunted breathlessly, seizing the chance to grab your towel while the brunette called back, “We’re fine!”
When you returned, Wanda was leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed, clutching a towel of her own.
“You still haven’t answered my offer,” she teased.
You sighed, moving to open the bathroom door. Wanda lowered her head, conceding defeat - until you paused, door ajar, and leaned in to press a quick kiss to her cheek. It was just long enough to make her legs wobble and her breath hitch from the closeness.
“If I said yes, there wouldn’t be much showering,” you murmured, making her hold her breath. Then you smiled softly. “And I really need one.”
Wanda chuckled, catching the faint scent of beer on you - not unpleasant, but she could imagine how annoying it must have been, especially with wet clothes clinging to you.
You straightened up, giving her space to breathe again. “How about we watch one of your sitcoms later?”
Her heart skipped a beat, her face lighting up like a sunrise. “Yeah? Sure. I - I’d love that.”
“Okay.”
“Okay,” she repeated, unable to stop smiling. You gave a shy little laugh and nodded.
“I’ll go,” you said, nodding toward the bathroom. She returned the shy smile before you slipped inside and closed the door behind you.
She barely had time to wipe the goofy grin off her face before Natasha shot her a curious look from the living room.
-
Whatever had shifted in your relationship, it transformed the tension into something completely different. Or maybe… it had always been like this. Wanda couldn’t quite tell if, from the very first moment, she hadn’t secretly wanted you to kiss her again. Every stupid fight between you two had, in reality, been destined to end in your bed.
For long, torturous weeks, nothing had happened. Or at least nothing overt. But whatever subtle thing was simmering beneath the surface didn’t escape the notice of your friends.
“So, when did you and Wanda start sleeping together?” Yelena’s blunt question caught you off guard, and you nearly choked on the juice you were drinking. Fortunately, the house was empty except for the two of you.
After you stopped coughing, you stared at her in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about, Lena? Me and Wanda? Never. Just… no.”
Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you seized the excuse of hunting for a napkin to turn your back on her. But the blonde wasn’t the least bit intimidated by your little retreat.
“Right… but you’re definitely thinking about it,” she said, voice teasing.
You laughed incredulously. “What? No, I’m not.”
“Of course you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
Lena sighed dramatically. “Oh, so then you won’t mind if I ask her out - ”
You snorted angrily, wagging a finger at her. “Listen here, Belova. You stay away from her or I - ”
But Yelena just burst out laughing, and you grunted in shame. You stormed out of the kitchen, leaving her to settle into the free armchair next to you in the living room.
“You should’ve seen your face,” she teased, ignoring your silent glare. Then, with a chuckle, she softened. “Hey, don’t be grumpy. It’s good you two are getting along. Definitely beats the fights.”
“Whatever,” you muttered stubbornly, but Yelena just shrugged it off.
“I just hope you’ve thought this through,” she said quietly, and grudgingly, you took the bait.
Sighing, you kept your eyes on the TV before asking, “Hypothetically speaking, if I was thinking about it, why would it be a problem?”
Yelena laughed. “It’s not a problem if it works, Y/N.”
You frowned, confused.
She adjusted herself on the couch. “Dude, just think about it, okay? You’ve got some college years ahead, and Wanda’s… well, her situation isn’t exactly stable. If you start dating, it has to work. Otherwise, living with your ex is going to be really awkward.”
Her words gave you pause, and you found yourself thoughtful. Yelena gave you a reassuring smile before turning back to the TV.
You tried to focus on the screen, but it wasn’t easy.
Meanwhile, across campus in the university’s busiest coffee shop, twins were about to have a very similar conversation.
“You’re doing it again.”
Wanda looked away from her phone screen immediately - your Instagram feed fading as she blocked the device, cheeks flushing.
“I wasn’t,” Wanda muttered quickly to her brother, who had just appeared behind her at the window seat, carrying both their drinks. Pietro laughed.
“Oh sure, you accidentally spent the entire time I was in line stalking your roommate. Happens to the best of us.”
Wanda snorted impatiently. “Whatever. It’s not a crime to stare. She’s attractive, and I’m human.”
Pietro chuckled, surprised by how honestly she admitted it. He’d expected at least a little denial. That sincerity told him exactly how deep she was in this, and he didn’t hesitate to say so.
“You’re way too into this, you know that?”
Wanda took a slow sip of her iced coffee, finishing it before searching for the perfect excuse.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Pietro. I don’t have a crush,” she said, quickly adding, “What I have is…”
“A crush,” he finished with a grin.
“No. I have needs,” Wanda insisted, ignoring him. “I’m a single woman with a stressful routine and a roommate who drives me up the wall. She could do it in a different way.”
“Gross,” Pietro teased, earning a laugh from her and a grimace as she went back to her coffee.
He sighed and softened. “Just be careful, okay?”
Her smile faltered. “With what?”
“I don’t know, sestra. I guess I’m just used to being the twin who has casual flings while you’re the one thinking about marriage, kids, and a dog,” he said, receiving a playful pinch in return.
“Hey, it’s not a bad thing, just… who we are. And after Vision, I don’t want to see you get hurt again.”
Wanda swirled her straw through the whipped cream. “Well, I could do casual.”
She smirked. “Besides, Y/N’s always the first to remind me how different we are. She doesn’t expect anything serious. We’re both single - we should spend more time having sex and less time fighting.”
“I’m gonna need something stronger than coffee for this conversation,” Pietro muttered, grinning as she slapped his shoulder and giggled.
“Shut up. Like we keep secrets from each other,” she teased. “You forget I’ve been listening to you ramble about every relationship since third grade.”
Pietro laughed, tossing his hair back. “Please spare me the details. Just tell me you’ll hold her hand or something.”
“Oh, there will definitely be hands involved,” Wanda said with a sly smile.
Pietro stood, and Wanda followed, both laughing. Outside, she linked her arm with his as they pulled their coats tighter and walked side by side toward the apartment complex.
“Sľúb mi, že budeš opatrný?” Wanda asked in their native tongue - Promise me you’ll be careful? Pietro only spoke Sokovian when he was serious, and her frown betrayed her worry.
“Áno,” she replied softly - Yes. But she wasn’t ready to drop the subject. “She’s not Vision, you know?”
Pietro smiled, eyes scanning the path ahead to avoid tripping. “Of course not. Vision’s an asshole, but Y/N? She’s turning into one of my best friends.”
Wanda’s face lit up. “Yeah, I noticed. You guys get along well. I’m glad.”
Pietro twitched his nose. “Yep, which is exactly why you need to think this whole ‘casual’ thing through. I don’t want things to get weird between me and Y/N if you two break up.”
“We haven’t even started, and you’re already planning our breakup,” Wanda said, half annoyed.
Pietro slipped his arm over her shoulders as she tried to step away.
“Why do you even care? You said there weren’t any feelings involved, Miss ‘I don’t have a crush’…”
Wanda grunted, embarrassed and impatient, pushing him away before striding ahead. Pietro just chuckled at her stubbornness.
-
The quiet click of the lock pulled Wanda’s attention away from the book resting in her lap.
She knew it was you before you even stepped inside - recognizing the familiar sound of your uneven steps as you stumbled, once again, through the dim hallway whose faulty wiring never got fixed, no matter how many times the residents complained to the janitor or the front desk.
You tried to be quiet, mindful of the late hour, and Wanda found it oddly endearing - the way you fumbled to shut the door with just your fingertips, as if that would somehow make the noise softer.
“Fun night?”
You jolted, cursing under your breath, one hand flying to your chest in pure dramatics - but the second you realized it was her voice, your startled scowl melted into a grin. There she was, cozy in her little fortress of blankets, pillows, and half-open books, eyes glinting with mischief.
“Don’t do that,” you muttered, pressing your palm to your sternum with exaggerated offense. It only made her giggle.
Tossing your keys into the bowl by the door, you slipped out of your jacket - and Wanda bit down on her lip, entirely against her will. Her mind betrayed her instantly, conjuring an image of you shedding far more than just that jacket.
God. What are you doing to her?
“I won’t disturb your study session,” you mumbled, already padding toward the kitchen. “Just grabbing dinner and heading to my room.”
She chuckled softly, closing her book and slipping a bookmark between the pages. “Don’t be silly. Maria’ll cuss you out if you bring food in there - you know how she is about crumbs.” Wanda shifted, patting the spot beside her. “Eat here. I was about done anyway. Everything’s starting to blur.”
You flashed her a grateful smile, murmuring your agreement as you disappeared into the kitchen. Wanda busied herself gathering her scattered books - or, at least, that was the excuse.
She heard the soft clatter of pans and the click of the stove, and after a moment, sighed. Fine. If you were eating, she might as well grab something too - bad habits be damned. She’d gone all day forgetting basic needs again.
But then... there it was. That tension. That now-familiar, breath-stealing pull that filled every shared space.
Maybe it was Wanda’s fault - leaning in a little too close when reaching for a pan, brushing against you more than strictly necessary. Or maybe it was your fault - the way you didn’t even bother pretending not to watch her, gaze trailing, lingering, devouring every subtle move as if you were daring her to notice you noticing.
Either way, the air was thick, electric. And thank God for the glass of cold water in Wanda’s hands.
“So...” Your voice broke the silence, smooth, measured - but laced with something else, something heavier. Your arms crossed, eyes scanning her like a puzzle you were already halfway to solving. You licked your lips - absentmindedly, casually - and Wanda reflexively took a longer sip of water.
“Should we have the talk?”
She blinked, frowning. “The talk?”
That lazy little smile tugged at your lips. “Come on, Wands... you know.” You tipped your chin toward her. “There’s something going on here. Isn’t there?”
Her mouth opened but nothing came out. No denial. No confirmation. Just silence, her brain scrambling to decide which was worse: pretending, or admitting.
Not that it seemed to bother you. You uncrossed your arms, closing the distance with steady, unhurried steps - and Wanda’s heart tripped over itself.
“All the staring,” you murmured, voice lower now. “You. Wandering around in those ridiculously short skirts. Like you want me looking... like you want me wondering what’s underneath.”
Wanda sucked in a sharp breath, a shiver running the length of her spine as her back hit the counter - pinned, caged by the arms you’d braced on either side of her. Your body didn’t touch - not yet - but the heat between you was palpable.
“Yeah.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Yeah... definitely something.”
A chuckle rumbled out of you, soft, wrecked, as your nose brushed against her cheek - so close Wanda thought for sure you’d kiss her. She tilted up instinctively, chasing it -
But you didn’t.
Not yet.
You turned your face away, jaw tight, breathing shallow.
“We shouldn’t,” you rasped, eyes squeezed shut, as if not looking would somehow make this easier. Wanda’s lips dragged against your jaw anyway - slow, teasing, trailing downward - and every kiss made your hands grip the countertop harder.
“Why not?” she breathed.
You exhaled like it hurt. One hand rose, fingers curling around her neck - not rough, but firm enough to halt her, to hold her still. And yet, the thigh you pressed between her legs said something very different.
The sound Wanda made - sinful - nearly broke you in half.
Your head spun. God, how were you supposed to survive this?
“It’s better if we don’t...” you try to reason, your hand still firm around Wanda’s neck - her skin burning beneath your palm.
She ignores you completely. Instead, she starts grinding against your thigh, slow but deliberate. Your head falls back against her shoulder with a sharp, helpless groan.
“For God’s sake, Wanda...”
Dry-humping your leg was absolutely not how Wanda thought this night would go - but she wasn’t about to complain. It wasn’t enough - not even close - but it was something. Just enough friction to soothe the worst of the ache building between her thighs.
“If you don’t like it... I can stop,” she purrs against your ear, her voice a grin wrapped in velvet.
You growl sharp and impatient - and break away just long enough to spin her around, pinning her front-first against the counter. Any complaint about losing the friction dies in her throat when your hands are everywhere - sliding over her body, squeezing her hips, gliding up her waist until they grab her breasts, rough and possessive.
Wanda whimpers, forehead pressed against the cabinet. Her body arches into your touch like it’s instinct.
“Fuck...” Your mouth is hot against her neck, teeth dragging, lips mouthing along her skin. “You’re driving me insane lately.”
Your hands don’t stay still for long - one slips under her shirt, fingers immediately closing around her breasts, kneading, squeezing, thumbs flicking at her nipples until they harden beneath your touch. The gasp she lets out is choked, bitten off as she bites her lip - doing everything she can not to wake the whole damn building.
But it gets harder - so much harder - when one of your legs nudges hers apart, and your thigh presses right back into her center.
“All that little show you’ve been putting on,” you continue, lips ghosting over her jaw, her ear, biting at the lobe. “Walking around in practically nothing. Flirting like you wanted me to do something about it...”
“Wanted you… to do this…- ah...” she gasps, grinding harder against your thigh now, completely shameless. You can feel the wet heat soaking through her shorts, bleeding into your pants - a mess you’ve both made together.
The shrill whistle of the kettle becomes the cruelest kind of enemy - loud, jarring, inconvenient. You groan, forehead dropping to her shoulder, then curse as you force yourself to step back and kill the noise before the entire apartment wakes up.
Wanda whines - desperate, protesting - but only gets as far as pushing her hair out of her face before you’re right back on her.
This time, you kiss her.
No teasing. No hesitation. Just mouths crashing together, tongues sliding, hands gripping, pulling, claiming. Wanda melts into it - into you - her hands clawing at your shirt like she’ll die if you stop.
It’s breathless. Dizzying. Addictive.
When you finally pull back, she’s panting, lips kiss-swollen, eyes dark. Her fists are tangled in the fabric of your shirt, a silent don’t go.
“Don’t you think...” Your voice is wrecked, hoarse, barely there. “Don’t you think our friends are right?”
Wanda blinks, dazed. “What?”
You press kisses to her collarbone between words, hands roaming everywhere - flattening over her back, sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her flush to you. “They say we’re gonna hurt each other... that it’s gonna be awkward when it’s over.”
“They don’t know shit,” she breathes, hands sliding under your shirt, nails scratching over your stomach in a way that makes your whole body shudder.
Your teeth sink into the side of her neck and Wanda moans, the sound shameless, right into your ear. “Fuck... I want your tongue inside me.”
The noise you make is halfway to a growl, your mouth crashing back to hers, harder, messier.
You don’t even hesitate, lifting her onto the counter, stepping between her legs like you belong there (because you do). Your hands trail up her thighs, fingers about to slip under the hem of her shorts -
When the doorbell rings.
Both of you jolt, startled - hearts pounding, breath caught.
But neither of you stop.
The kiss doesn’t falter, just deepens - a wordless agreement that whoever it is can go to hell.
Wanda’s moaning into your mouth, fingers fisted in your hair, ready to suggest you forget the kitchen entirely -
But then the hallway light clicks on.
“Jesus Christ. In the middle of the kitchen?”
Natasha’s groggy voice - rough with sleep, hair a mess, one hand rubbing at her eye - makes you and Wanda freeze. Both of you groan in unison, practically wilting in frustration.
Wanda hides her face against your chest, her legs still locked around your waist, doing her best to calm her breathing. You bite down on a curse, hand flexing against the counter.
“Shit, Nat, sorry, we were just - ”
“Yeah, no. I don’t wanna hear it.” She cuts you off with a dismissive wave, followed by a loud yawn. “At least you could’ve answered the door.” She smirks, clearly more amused than annoyed, but very much awake thanks to the noise.
You barely have time to register the other muffled voices complaining from their rooms - something about “some of us trying to sleep” - but it’s hard to focus when Wanda’s mouth is back on your neck, pressing soft, lingering kisses like she fully intends to pick up exactly where you left off the moment Natasha disappears.
But then -
“...Yeah, she’s still awake. Just a second, I’ll get her,” Nat says - not to you, but to someone at the door. Her tone shifts - something cautious threading through it.
She glances over her shoulder. “It’s Danvers. Y/N... she wants to talk to you.”
Your entire body tenses.
Wanda’s grip tightens like a vice. You glance down - her face is unreadable, jaw clenched.
“S’okay,” you murmur softly, kissing her temple, fingers brushing along her thigh to soothe. “I’ll just see what she wants. We’re... not done here, yeah?”
Wanda doesn’t answer at first - just huffs, reluctantly unclenching her legs from around you. Her pout is immediate, her hands dragging along your sides like she hates letting you go. You steal one more kiss to her cheek, then force yourself to step back.
Natasha arches a brow but says nothing, moving toward Wanda as you head for the door - left ajar behind you like a wound still open.
“Hey... Carol,” you greet, trying for casual. “Did I forget something at your place or...?”
But the second you see her face, your stomach drops.
Big mistake. You should’ve stayed inside.
“No. I just...” She exhales, shoulders squared like she’s about to run into traffic. “I know what you said before. I know. But I can’t help it, Y/N. These... these dates. The way we get each other. The games. The jokes. The - ”
“Carol...” Your gut twists. You already know where this is going.
“I like you.” She blurts it out, desperate, stepping into your space. “I really like you. You’re funny and brilliant and beautiful, and I tried. I tried to settle for friendship, but it’s killing me. The more I’m around you, the harder I fall.”
Your heart sinks, not for yourself, but for her. You swallow, throat dry, scrambling for something - anything - to soften this.
You reach for her hands, gentle. “Carol, I... I’m so - ”
But she lunges.
Her mouth is on yours - sudden and uninvited. You flinch, stunned, hands flying to her shoulders as you shove her back.
“Jesus Christ, Carol.” You gasp, wiping your mouth. Your patience frays on the spot - this was becoming a pattern, and not a cute one.
She’s panting, flushed, but before either of you can say another word -
SLAM.
The apartment door.
You don’t even have to turn around. You already know exactly who saw it.
Carol tries again anyway, voice cracking. “Please. Just... give me a chance - ”
“No.” You cut her off, sharper now, voice steady but cold. “I don’t see you like that. I never did. And I’m sorry if... if anything I did made you think otherwise. But you told me friendship was enough. I trusted that. Maybe I shouldn’t have.”
She opens her mouth, but you hold up a hand.
“I mean it, Carol.” Your tone drops - low, dangerous. “If you ever force a kiss on me again... we’re done. As friends. As anything. Got it?”
Her face crumples; embarrassment, hurt, guilt all crashing over her at once. She stumbles back a step, nodding, eyes glassy.
You sigh, scrubbing a hand down your face. “Go home, Carol.”
It’s all you say before turning back inside.
The first thing you see is Natasha, standing at the kitchen counter pouring two fingers of bourbon into a glass - then another.
The second thing you notice is Wanda’s bedroom door. Closed.
“Do you think the community pool’s still open?” you mutter, dragging a hand through your hair as you collapse into the armchair. “Because honestly, I’m considering drowning myself in it.”
Nat chuckles, walking over to hand you a glass. “Might wanna hold off on that. At least until you drink this.”
“I can’t blame either of them, Y/N.” Natasha says, watching you take a long sip.
You grunt, not looking at her.
“And you can’t be mad at Carol for getting her wires crossed,” she goes on, voice firm but not cruel. “She’s liked you since day one.”
“I really don’t want to have this conversation - ”
“Yeah, well, we’re having it. Because I got dragged out of bed for this mess.” Her tone sharpens. She plucks the empty glass from your hand and replaces it with hers, still half-full. You sigh, dragging the drink to your lips, but don’t argue.
“You never drew a line with Carol. Not once. You let her think there was a chance. Spent weeks glued to her side while - surprise - something was clearly brewing between you and Wanda.”
She crosses her arms, glaring. “We all asked you two to be careful. All of us. Because it took a hell of a lot of effort to get this living arrangement to work without turning into a warzone. But no. Of course you didn’t listen.”
Nat scrubs a hand over her face, jaw tightening. “I’m serious, Y/N. No one wants to live in a house full of screaming matches and slammed doors. College is hard enough without that crap. Fix it. Talk to Wanda. Make it right.”
You tip back the last of the bourbon, grimacing as it burns down your throat. Setting the glass in her hand, you mutter, “Yes, boss.”
Nat rolls her eyes but lets it slide, turning to leave. “Smartass.”
The second she’s gone, the weight of everything catches up - your head pounding, chest aching. You tell yourself you’ll handle it tomorrow. No more midnight drama. Let everyone sleep.
But if you’d known Wanda was in her room crying into her pillow... you would’ve knocked. You would’ve swallowed your pride, your exhaustion, your fear.
fixing each other's collar/zipper/tie/etc - getting unexpectedly close, breath catching when they realize (or their light touches burning into the other's skin)
^ also moving someone's hair out of their face/behind their ear
^ or touching someone's necklace/bracelet/watch
eye contact in a crowded room, but not exchanging any words/expressions - just looking at each other, the rest of the world going still.
^a(n unironic) wink in this situation. or an eyebrow raise, lick or bite of lips, or head tilt. there's something in the subtlety of it - like "this is between us"
pulling someone in by their belt loops??? this is so random idk
feeling the other's breath/lips ghosting their neck
any sort of whisper. anywhere. goddamn.
a long pause when someone is speaking, as though they lost their train of thought while looking at the other person
their bodies accidentally pressed together - being stuck in a small space, falling onto one another, or having to sit really close together. the pause when it's realized.
^this but they're hiding
"make me"
"i dare you"
"and if i do?"/"what will i get (if i do)?"
"show/tell me what you want"
the pinky reach before holding hands for the first time
slow dancing (the hand placement, eye contact, proximity, MUSIC)
teaching the other something that involves physical contact (like holding their hands while trying to balance on a skateboard, or guiding their hands somewhere)
eye contact, waiting for one to fold
"don't do that to me" (tempting the other)
sharing earbuds - forced proximity, the vulnerability in sharing things that matter to them
i'm back!! i'm in a huge slump rn, so submit to my "ask" box if there is anything you want to see :) alsoo if you have anything to add to this list, reply to the post!! i love hearing what you guys have to say
Hiii! Can I request something? If so... Prompt: pippa x reader. Pippa offers a back massage to her tired friend the reader, but then regrets it once she sees the close proximity it puts her next to the love of her life. So now she's almost shaking especially when she grazes her bare skin by her neck. You choose how it goes, but please let it have a romantic and fluffy arc. Thank you!
this took me some time to get to! hope you like it i was stressing over it but it’s really cute imoalso is it a drabble if it’s 1.7k words???no warnings apply i think
Request: “can you do a phillipa x female reader where the reader has a big role on a movie (im thinking it part 2), and she faints and she gets a call from one of her co-stars telling her to get to the hospital. turns out they had been trying to get pregnant via sperm donor and it took- and they have a little babie on the way 🥺❤👉👈 and the hamilton cast gets so excited for them.” - @labellapeaky
Word Count: 1.1k
Warnings: Detailed description of passing out/fainting.
“Hey Y/N, are you alright? We can take a break so that you can have a few minutes” I heard my director say. I had been cast in a new movie that coming out. However, today I hadn’t been feeling the best. I was feeling really dizzy and light-headed. I figured I was just dehydrated, so I’d been drinking tons of water, hoping that would fix it.
“No no no, I’m good. I promise” I reassured the director. “Alright, if you say so. Action” the director called out.
“Tanya, we have to do something about this, we can’t just sit around and do nothing” my costar, Rachelle, said, starting the scene. “I know we do, but is this really our only option? There has to be a better option, right?” I recited my line.
I felt very weak, I could feel my legs start to shake underneath me. Rachelle was saying her next line, but I couldn’t hear it. Everything started to sound mumbled. It felt like the room was spinning. I couldn’t hear what was happening, I just heard ringing.
Rachelle stepped toward me and grabbed my arms to hold me up. She asked me a question, but I couldn’t tell what she was saying. My eyelids started to feel heavier and heavier and then everything went black.
I heard a distant beeping sound. Over and over and over again. Slowly, I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was and what was beeping.
The room was very bright and it took my eyes a second to adjust. I saw white walls and a monitor next to me. Then, I recognized that I was in a hospital room. I looked over and saw Pippa sitting in a chair, next to me. Pippa was my long term girlfriend and the love of my life.
“Hey, you’re awake” she said, looking up from her book. She set the book down and grabbed my hand. “What’s going on?” I asked her confused. “You fainted at work. They’ve been running all sorts of tests to figure out what happened. I was so worried when Rachelle called me. All I heard was hospital and I panicked. I’m glad you’re okay though” she said, kissing the back of my hand.
There was a knock at the door and we both looked over and saw the doctor in the doorway. “Look who's awake” he said, walking into the room. “Doctor, do you what happened?” Pippa asked him.
“We ran brain imaging and a bunch of tests and we know that you don’t have a concussion or anything other serious issues” the doctor explained. “But why did Y/N pass out? She’s never fainted before” Pippa asked.
“Well we ran another test, just as a precaution really. But we found out that Y/N is pregnant. Fainting during the first trimester is really common, so it’s nothing to worry about. Just be careful and don’t over exert yourself” the doctor said, leaving the room and closing the door on his way out.
I was so stunned, I didn’t know how to react. I had never been more happy in my life. It didn’t feel real, but I seemed to have forgotten how to move or speak.
Pippa and I had been trying to get pregnant for a while, through a sperm donor. We hadn’t had any success yet, and we were starting to get discouraged. Apparently it had worked though. I was actually pregnant.
“You’re...you’re pregnant” Pippa said, seeming to be in as much shock as I was. “I can not believe this, we finally have a baby” I said, smiling.
Pippa stood up and planted a kiss on my lips. We both pulled away and leaned our foreheads against each other’s. “A baby, this is big” I whispered. “Really big, but I’m so excited. We’re finally gonna be mommas” Pippa said, with a huge grin on her face.
“Now you’re going to have to go to the store and buy me all of my weird pregnancy craving foods” I said, giggling. “Nothing would make me happier” she said, kissing my forehead.
I heard Pippa’s phone ding and she quickly glanced at it. She smiled to herself. “There’s some people here to see you” she said, smiling. She walked over to the window that looked into the hallway and opened the blinds.
I saw the entire Hamilton cast standing outside the window. Pippa and I had met being apart of the Hamilton cast and we were all a big family.
They all waved to me and blew me kisses. I just giggled to myself, I loved them all so much. I waved back at them.
“Tell those dorks to come in” I told Pippa, laughing. She walked over to the door, opened it, and invited them in.
“How’s our rockstar doing?” Renée asked, walking over to my side. “I’m doing pretty good, what are all you guys doing here? You didn’t have to come” I told them.
“As soon as Pippa said you were at the hospital, we all dropped everything and came as fast as we could” Daveed explained. “We had to make sure that you’re okay, champ” Lin said, smiling at me.
“So what are the doctors saying?” Jasmine asked. “Well we have some news” I said, mysteriously. “Y/N’s pregnant” Pippa announced.
They all looked very shocked and then all of their shocked expressions turned into faces of joy.
“Congratulations you two” Renée said, giving me a hug. “Wait, I can’t believe this. The sperm donation worked? I’m so happy for you guys” Jasmine said.
Then the doctor walked back in the room. “I’m going to have to ask that you only have three people in the room at a time” the doctor said.
“You guys can’t even go to a hospital without breaking the rules” I joked. “Well I should get going, but I’m really happy for you guys” Daveed said, giving me a hug. “Yeah, you guys can all go, Jasmine and I can stay in case you guys need anything” Anthony proposed.
“Thank you all for coming” I said, as everyone gave me a hug. Jasmine grabbed a chair and sat down next to the bed. “I’m going to go and try to find a vending machine, do you guys need anything?” Anthony asked.
“No, I’m good. What about you Y/N, you need anything?” Pippa asked me. “Do you think you could hunt down a nurse and get me an extra blanket? It’s freezing in here” I asked Anthony. “Your wish is my command” he said, as he left the room.
“So you guys are going to be parents” Jasmine said, smiling. “We’re going to be parents, that still doesn’t sound real” I said, smiling at Pippa.
Request: “could you do a pippa x reader where, usually R is the understudy for peggy/maria but for some reason something happened and she has to play alexander? and everyone is shocked bc they didnt know she could rap and they didn’t know she was playing alex? thank you!” - @criminallyhamilton
Word Count: 1.3k
“Hey Y/N, you love me right?” I heard Lin say to me, on the phone. This usually meant he needed me to do him a favor. “What do you need?” I asked him, blatantly.
“Can you come to my dressing room? I have a favor to ask you” he asked me. “Okay, I’ll be there in a second” I said, as I hung up my phone.
I walked down the hallway and then walked into Lin’s dressing room. “Hey, you look great today” he said, with the biggest smile on his face. “You’re just trying to get on my good side. Just ask me the favor” I told him.
“Well I need to you to go on tonight” he told me. I was Jasmine’s understudy, so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to have to perform for her.
“That’s literally my job, it’s not a big deal. I won’t be mad at you or anything. I’ll go get into my Peggy dress then” I said, as I went to leave his dressing room.
“That’s the catch” Lin said, hesitantly. “What do you mean? Do I have to go on for one of the other sisters?” I asked him, confused.
“I need you to go on for me” he said, bracing himself for my reaction. “Wait what? You? Like you need me to play Hamilton? Like the GUY?” I asked him.
“Please don’t hurt me” Lin said, sounding scared. “What about your understudy?” I asked him. “He’s sick” he told me. “But I’m a girl” I told him, since he failed to see the obvious conflict.
“Everyone will love it, I promise. And you were at the rehearsals and you know the Alexander track almost better than me” he told me. “Yeah I know the part, but people love this show and pay lots of money to see it. What if they think I don’t take it seriously” I asked him.
“If you get any backlash, I promise I’ll handle it” Lin reassured me. “Are you sure about this?” I asked him. “Absolutely” he told me.
“But...” I said, trying to come up another excuse as to why I couldn’t do it. “What? Are you nervous because you have a crush on a certain other cast member” Lin teased me.
“Come on Lin, what are you talking about?” I asked, totally pretending like I wasn’t head over heels for Pippa. “So you’re saying that you aren’t in love with Pip?” Lin asked, raising his eyebrows.
I tried to hold my ground, but I couldn’t keep a straight face. “Ha! I knew it” Lin said, pointing at me. “Okay, maybe you’re right. But there’s no way you can ever tell Pippa. Please promise me that” I begged him.
“Fine. But I don’t have to tell her. She’ll figure it out tonight, when you’re playing Hamilton and you have to kiss her after Helpless” he said, smirking. I froze, I had completely forgot about the kisses. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the show tonight.
“Well you better go get dressed, love is waiting for you” Lin teased. I rolled my eyes and walked to my dressing room to get ready.
Luckily Lin’s understudy wasn’t the tallest guy, his costume fit me pretty decently. It definitely wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.
My nerves were through the roof. I would walk out and people would laugh. I knew they would. They would be unimpressed. They’d probably leave and not waste their time.
I was brought out of my thoughts by an announcement over the intercom that said it was time for places. I rushed to place, hoping none of the cast would see me, especially Pip.
I got to where I stood before the show and luckily no other cast members were near me. I heard Leslie start the show and I felt like I was going to puke. It felt like the song was going ten times faster than it ever went. Quickly arriving to the point where I would have to walk out on that stage.
Then it was my cue, I walked out on stage as Leslie said “What’s your name man?”. I sang my line and I saw most of the cast’s reactions. There was dead silence for a moment and I heard a thunderous applause from the audience.
I looked over and saw Pippa. I don’t think I had ever seen her eyes so wide. Then a smile grew on her face and she giggled to herself. “I love it” she mouthed to me.
Then the song went on as normal. Aside from their first reactions, no one gave it a second thought.
Then we got to the song that I had been dreading. It was time for Helpless.
I made it through most of the song and then we got to part where Pippa walks down the aisle. I felt like I was sweating buckets.
Pippa sang the last line as she stood in front of me. I smiled at her and she leaned in for the kiss. It was short and sweet and magical and fantastical and everything a kiss should be.
We pulled away and I heard Anthony start the intro to Satisfied. As Pippa and I walked over to the side of the stage, she whispered “you are doing amazing” to me.
The rest of the show went great and there were barely any mistakes. It was now the end of the show and we were doing our final bows.
Then before I knew it, the rest of the cast had taken a step back from me so I was in the front. Then I heard Pippa talking into her microphone.
“Let’s give it up for our first female Alexander Hamilton, give it up for Y/N. A Modern-Day Mulan” she said, I could see her smiling.
I took another bow and waved to the audience. Their cheers were deafening.
Then we all walked off the stage together. I quickly ran to the bathroom before I went to my dressing room. Then I was walking to my dressing room and I saw a bunch of people crowded both around and in my dressing room.
They saw me walking toward them and they all started to cheer. “So you playing Hamilton now?” Anthony asked me, slinging his arm around me.
“One time only, Lin asked me to do it” I told them all. “I really thought I was going crazy when you walked out. Don’t tell Lin, but you may have been better than him” Daveed said, and all of us started laughing.
“Now I have an onstage wife” Pippa said, hugging me from the side. “Here’s to Alexandra Hamilton” I said, earning laughter from the rest of my cast mates.
Most people left one by one and went back to their own dressing rooms. I noticed that Pippa stayed behind.
“That was some performance that you put on out there” she complimented. “Did you like it? It wasn’t too weird was it?” I asked her, we both sat down on the couch together. “No, it wasn’t weird at all. I loved it” she told me. “So I guess according to the theater code of conduct, we’re stage wives now” I said, giggling to myself.
“That’s not so bad. You’re a pretty good stage wife” she said, smiling at me. At this point, I felt her hand resting on my knee. “Pip, would you like to go out and get dinner sometime?” I asked her. “I would love that, I’m so glad you finally noticed that I liked you” Pippa said, laughing.
“Wait what? You liked me? How was I supposed to know that?” I asked her, shocked. “Are you kidding? I made it so obvious” she told me. “Well I made it obvious that I liked you” I told her. “Yes you did, but I wanted you to notice that I liked you back” she said, smirking.
“You knew this whole time and never said anything?” I asked her, in shock. “Of course I knew, but what can I say? I love to scheme” she said, giggling. Then she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek.
Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.
He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it
Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids
There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.
And Lin would be so proud of this
Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’
He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.
And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.
He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.
On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.
Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you
He can’t help it
But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…
“I am woman hear me roar!”
“Though she be but little, she is fierce!”
“A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.”
“You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”
And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.
Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word
Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.
Tobillo basically being your best friend
That dog follows you wherever you go
Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.
The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you
Especially Phillipa
That girl loved you as if you were her own
And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.
Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town
And they would absolutely LOVE having you over
You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping
Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.
The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you
Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.
The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize
Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling
You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course
Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.
Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days
Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you
And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you
But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows
The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night
He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life
I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world
And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee
“Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.”
“It’s called coffee, bebé.”
“Can I try some?”
“Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.”
“Please, papi.”
“Oh alright.”
Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.
Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.
But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do
Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.
By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.
Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.
Family trips to Disney World and Land
Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework
“You know I was a teacher.”
Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution
“Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”
Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.
“And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!”
“I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”
Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor
Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.
But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,
“Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”
And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.
He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too
Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.
“Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“
“Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”
Being very close with your grandparents
Your grandpa teaching you how to cook
Your grandma would spoil you tbh
Girl talk with your Aunt Luz
Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect.
Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales
“You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!”
“Papi-“
“He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.”
“Thank you abuelo.”
And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.
When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.
He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.
“Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“
“Y/n.”
“Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”
Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project
Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo
But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you
Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you
When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP
You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad
He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.
But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.
And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.
Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.
Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home.
And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.
And he would cry. A lot.
But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,
“Go Y/n!”
His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night
After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.
“You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”
You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.
Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.
Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.
This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!
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