Hamilton One shots and Stuffs

Lin x Reader

"Y/n, come back to sleep."

"I have an early meeting out of town."

"Its still dark outside!"

"I know. I just need to write something down."

I felt Lins around go around my shoulders, his chin resting atop my head. I yawned softly, the prospects of curling up beside him sounded nice. I'm sure the bed would be much softer than my desk chair.

Silence fell between us, the keys of my laptop echoing as my hands slid over them. I needed to finish this chapter before the meeting with my publisher, but my mind refused to allow me to write until this early hour.

"Come back to bed," he whispered. I paused my writing for only a moment, the sound of the keys soon returning.

"I'll be back before you know I'm gone. Sleep in, I'll bring you breakfast."

"Come back to sleep, Y/n." His voice sounded like he was begging me, and my heart hurt. I needed to work, but it was hard.

"The meetings at dawn. I need to get this finished," I told him.

"Well I'm going back to sleep." His hands left their spot, his warmth leaving me as I heard footsteps padding back to our shared room. I grabbed his hand before he got to far.

"I love you, Lin. Don't forget that. Work is a bitch sometimes, but you already know that," I smiled at him, my computer screen lighting up my face. I'm sure I looked like a mess but I didn't care.

The day went by slow. I left the house at 4am, getting to the office by 5. The head of the studio would be in at 6, and I would be home by 10. A short day, yes, but draining.

He was still sleeping when I came home, the blankets a mess around him, his long hair everywhere.

He woke up a bit when I laid beside him, mumbles falling from his lips, barely audible. I ignored him.

We laid there for some time, and I drifted off. I was nearly out when I felt him leave.

Disappointment would be an understatement. I came home, only to have him leave.

"Y/n, you're a genius." I sat up, my attention now fully on him.

"Best of wives and best of woman. That's how I'll tie it together. This morning, the meeting, everything will be perfect!"

I didn't understand a single word he spoke, but he seemed happy for once so I went along with it. To be honest, I was tired of hearing the same songs over and over as he racked his brain to come up with anything.

While writing was a passion we shared, I was far from musically talented.

I sometimes enjoyed him playing, but while I was trying to fall back to sleep, was not one of those times.