¤ Hamilton Imagines ¤

¤ Maria Reynolds ¤

"Queerly In Love."

The play on words— get it? Clearly in love? Queerly? Because gay? Anyways.

I wanted to do like.. LGBTQ+ imagines when I first started this book and with this story, I finally get to! (i'm gaying out (｡’▽’｡)♡ )

This was requested by the amazing LunaIsANightmare ♡

Characters: Maria Lewis Reynolds x Female!Queer!Reader

TW: Bigotry, Homophobia, Homophobic slang, swearing, abusive household, it will also be set in college, i think also slightly sacreligious? please do not take my writing as disrespectful to the church and to religion, as that is not what I intended! I do not intend to mock religion because I, myself, was raised religious ♡

Also, Maria's last name will be Lewis (because she isn't married yeeet)

A/N: This will be slightly angsty and slightly dark for those who may have experienced having to come out to a family who may not have open minds about the LGBTQ+ community. I, myself, am Pansexual and I am proud to be. If you ever need someone to talk to, just message me. You are never alone and you will always be accepted for who you are. If the people around you don't accept you, you've surrounded yourself with the wrong people. I may not know you personally, but I love you in all your queer glory ♡

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Chaotic.

It was the only way you could describe the conversation you had started thirty minutes ago. After confusion melted away, hurtful words replaced the bewildered air, and that turned to yelling and crying. They threw things and you barely dodged every vase and plate they threw at you. You had hoped they would understand, to even at least try to accept you when you told them but who were you fooling? Your parents couldn't have their heads farther up their own asses.

And now, here you sat on the curb— your clothes all messily threw into a big suitcase, your pale, pretty face streaked with your mascara coated tears, your lips were bloody red and shredded to ribbons from all the biting you'd done on it for the last ten minutes. You were chased out of your own home, homophobic slurs being thrown at you from every direction as you ran. The final thing you heard being yelled at you was, "Dear God, why was I cursed with a dyke?!" That one hit too close to home as the jeering you received at your school echoed in your head.

"Oh my god, slut. You couldn't get enough game— explains why you're into girls too."

"Seems to me is that she's just a thirsty whore who saw that people online were coming out of the closet. She probably just wanted some attention."

"Her parents probably don't love her enough." At least they were right about one thing. Your parents really didn't.

Your broken sobs cut through the air as your body wracked uncontrollably. Where were you to go? You had no friends in school and the only connections you had were with people you had met online. They were thousands of miles away from you, completely out of reach. Your head started feeling light as your uneven breathing grew more erratic, panic rising in your chest immediately. There was only one person you could turn to.

Maria.

Shakily pulling out your phone from your jean pocket, your fingers were barely steady enough to grip them and dial her number.

Please answer, 'ria. (Maria— without the "Ma", hah.)

"I need you." the voice in your head spoke.