Cliché Hamilton Imagines

#106 Rafael~Happy Halloween

You smile to yourself, hearing your boyfriend record something that will seemingly soon be on Instagram. "Couldn't go out and celebrate-"

Your eyes widen. Tuesday was Halloween, your boyfriend's favorite holiday. Once you think that he has stopped recording, you gently tap on his door. "Rafa?"

"Yeah, baby?"

You push open the door. "How's it going?"

"Eh. It's going. How about you?" He opens his arms and beckons for you to come sit with him.

You sit on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. "Better than you, apparently. When do you think you'll be done?"

He sighs. "I have no clue. I just wish that I could just be done with all this."

"Work for the next hour, and then just be done, okay? Then we can do something fun."

"Okay."

You smile and kiss him before leaving. You spend the next hour putting on makeup and gathering everything you need.

You finish applying another layer of mascara when Rafa comes out of his office. "(Y/N), I'm done!"

"Bedroom!" you call back.

He smirks and opens the door. "Y'know, you didn't have to-" He suddenly stops when he sees what you are wearing. A patchwork dress reaches your mid-thigh, revealing light green colored leggings with black scars. You hand your boyfriend his Jack Skellington onesie.

"What is all this?"

"Put this on and meet me in the car," you command, causing him to chuckle and kiss the top of your head before changing.

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"Where are you taking me?"

"Hush, and you'll find out."

"But, I need to-"

You make a right turn, taking the two of you onto a dirt road. "Nope. You're not allowed to worry about anything tonight."

"Can I worry about where you're taking me? Because this looks like some horror movie shit."

You laugh. "Trust me. We're almost there."

He looks around. "We are in the middle of a fucking forest."

"Damn. I didn't notice." You suddenly stop the car.

"If you are planning on killing me, can you at least make my death interesting? Like 20/20 worthy?"

You put your hand over your heart. "I solemnly swear to make sure that your murder inspiration for crime shows for generations to come." You step out of the car. "Now help me."

He gets out of the car and opens the door to the backseat and pulls out a basket of food and speaker while you grab the blanket. "What are you planning?"

You toss the blanket onto the roof of the car. "Up."

He smiles and climbs onto the roof of the car with you. "Are you sure this isn't an elaborate plot to kill me?"

You take a bottle of wine from the basket. "The night is still young."

He laughs and takes a glass from you. "I'm sure I'm going to regret asking this," he starts, earning a slight nudge from you, "but why are you doing all this?"

"I know how much Halloween means to you, so I thought we could do something fun. I would have taken you to a haunted house, but I am not paying someone to fake murder me, and I figured that this was eerie enough."

He wraps an arm around you. "This is perfect. Thank you so much."

"I love you," you say, giving him a quick kiss.

He kisses you slightly longer. "I love you more."

You push him against the roof of the car. "Not possible."

Giving you a smirk, he stares up at you. "I don't believe you."

"Rafa, as much as I love you, I am not fucking you on the roof of my car in some creepy ass forest."

"How about in the car?"

You pretend to think it over. "I suppose."