Cliche Broadway Imagines

Drabbles!

Philip Hamilton x Reader

"Alright. Gandalf or Dumbledore?"

"How dare you?" He places his hand over his heart.

"You made me choose Marvel or DC!"

"How 'bout we stop?"

"You aren't getting out that easy."

"Fine. I guess..."

~~~

"Guess what I got you!" you exclaim, holding a present behind your back.

He matches your excitement. "What?"

You reveal a mug with Yoda with heart eyes, saying "Yoda the one for me".

He smiles widely.

"Do you like it?"

When he doesn't respond, you notice him blushing. "Aw, is my baby boy blushing?"

He looks down.

"It's cute."

~~~

You jump, trying to reach the top of the whiteboard, causing everyone to chuckle. Just as you are about to give up and get a chair, your boyfriend wraps his arms around you, lifting you.

"Put me down!"

"After you finish writing"

~~~

"Take that back!"

You shake your head. "Not until you stop texting me weirdly stuff so late at night."

"That's doesn't mean you can say that!"

"Prove me wrong then."

He smirks. "Alright then. Take off your clothes..."

~~~

There were times when it felt like you were the only reason Philip remembered to do anything. "Your room is a mess!" You throw your bag in the corner of the room.

"I'll clean it later, mom."

You roll your eyes. "Pick your underwear up off the floor."

He pulls you farther into the room. "Why? You're the one that threw them there." He pushes your hair out of your face. "Last night."

You blush deeply. "God, Philip."

"Ma'am?"

You shove him lightly, causing him to fall on his bed. "Stop. Clean up."

"We're already here, and the project isn't due until-"

"Philip."

He smirks before tickling you, causing you to shriek.

"Philip! Philip! Don't start a tickle fight when I'm supposed to be mad at you."

He sighs before stopping. "Fine."

~~~

You lay on his bed, head on his chest as he selects the next movie for you to watch. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently kissing the top of your head every now and again.

"The day is almost over. Then you can have a fresh start."

~~~

"Stop biting that fucking lip," Philip groans, peering over the edge of his textbook.

"You like it."

"Damn right. If you keep doing that, I won't be able to study."

"That was my goal." You walk over to him, wrapping your arms around him from behind.