senses lmm/reader

senses

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: Pretty suggestive. Poorly written. Certain parts aren't capitalized to add emphasis. Probably some good ol swearing. Angst yet a bittersweet feeling of fluff. Really odd metaphors. Possibly offensive to religion at the title of god or gods. It wasn't edited so yeah.

Prompt: None really, I just started writing.

Summary: Past memories flood in as the reader finds out news.

Word Count: 770 (Kinda short, I guess?)

he tasted like dessert.
the way cinnamon and coffee cake danced around his tongue. the way his strawberry scent matched with oakwood and fresh cologne only making someone want more. his hands left notes of lemon and his lips placed over skin, causing whipped cream moans and melon sighs.

he felt like the sky.
waking up in misshapen sheets and comforters with limbs intermingled made every morning feel like more of a dream than the traces of sleep and delusion just gone through. fingers tracing delicate patterns over the small of a back and smiles pressed into shoulders. nails bit off from anxiety pressed into skin and feelings of serendipity left on collarbones. 

he sounded like a bird's song.
creativity came from his mouth whenever it opened, new verses of intuition and love landing on anything he could think of. laughs echoed off walls at three in the morning, bowls of cereals in laps and old cartoons playing on the t.v.. three blissful words to pass the time or to follow a story, a script.

he smelled like culture.
hibiscus trailed over his figure, a hint of condensation and density of the ocean in his hair. jasmine and cotton trees came with every song that found its way to the shower, leaving it to be remembered for days. his hoodies scented of dances and dreams and the everlasting thought and hope for tomorrow.

he looked like a god.
delicate and wide eyes scanning every inch of body, taking it in as if it could send a message to the heavens. a crooked smile that showed ounces of security, a simple grin keeping someone at ease for years. short hair sticking up at times, yet it felt like a symphony to run fingers through. prominent posture and a wide display of emotions bringing endless possibilities and opportunities.

Your hands clenched at the single paper that came from the envelope, just another duplicate to the mass sent to others.
'Please share our joy as we
LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA
     and
VANESSA NADAL
Join in marriage
Sunday, The Fifth of September'

You turned the card over, seeing a time and place for this occasion and section to RSVP. Your mind was clouded with old ideas of happiness and innocence with the man you now called your best friend, even if you only talked once a month, at most. His promises to love and live with you no matter the circumstances were disregarded the instant she walked back into his life, bringing a hurricane with her. Your breakup with Lin-Manuel was what you both considered 'mutual', though you know that's a lie you screamed in last minute pleading to keep him with you somehow, whether it was under romantic relations or platonic.

In the back of your mind, you always thought there was a possibility, a sliver of a chance, that you and Lin would get back together someday. That he would come knocking on your door the way he had in the past and without enough time to speak his name his hands would be on your waist, as they had been before, and your lips would be pressed to his.

Without a doubt in your mind, or in his, he had loved you. Lin-Manuel Miranda wasn't the type to lie about that. He had loved you and you had loved him. You were his excuse to finish what he was doing, to get home early, to wake up on time. He would've run to the hilltops screaming praises of your name or danced with you at an ungodly hour in the streets.

But now you sat on the sidelines of his mind waiting for the newly found stories of the way Vanessa had screamed with him, or danced with him, or loved him.

Now, staring at you as if it was meant to hurt you, was the invitation of a wedding for the man you loved and the woman he loved. Your breaths didn't feel shaky as expected yet instead delayed, giving off the feeling this was some sort of bad dream. But as time progressed staring at this small sheet of parchment paper you realized it was a dream you had no aftermath of waking up from.

So as thoughts of sustained substances and side effects of loving and longing entered your mind space, thoughts of bruised lips and cherry thighs finding a way to seep in, thoughts of every movement Lin-Manuel has ever done eating at your brain, you checked the box that said 'Will be attending' and worked through the ways you were going to cope on their special day.