this is just a fanfic on Hamilton. i am kind of obsessed. so yeah this is just when Hamilton texts. there will be texts between Hamilton *cough*AND LAURENS.*cough* and everyone else.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I did not write Hamilton. That's all credited to Lin Manuel-Miranda. He's the genius who invented all the characters in this story. I, the author, just decided to write a book about them. Somehow, you clicked on this book, and, somehow, all of the Hamilton characters have been given phones. This is all the Hamilton characters' conversations! Note: The first chapters may not be that funny, but they get better with age, like... cheese! -Highest Ranking: #878 in humor- ^yea im proud to even have it in the rankings

She was lucky, in every sense of the word. social media au chris evans x oc

My mind raced as I kissed her slowly, pulling her impossibly close. I couldn't help myself. She never stared at me like that before. Like I was the only person in the world. My eyes fluttered closed as I felt her gentle fingertips on my scalp, pressing me against her. "Oh my God." I whispered when she breaks away. I watched as she struggled to say something. I took the time to admire her. Her usually straight hair was curly and shining in the moonlight. She looked like a honest to God angel that night. All for me. "Scared?" I remember asking her quietly. "I'm not scared." She said firmly, resting her hand on my chest. It's the way she said it that assured me that I was doing the right thing. I took a deep breath. "Truthfully, I am." I told her. She frowned. "What for?" "For not being right for you. Ruining everything." I said simply. She rolled her eyes. "You're perfect, don't go changing your mind on me now." She huffed, pulling me back to her eagerly. "Yes ma'am." My eyes fluttered closed as she reconnects our lips in a passionate kiss. I think about the first kiss we shared a lot. Every moment I spend with her after that is the best thing that's ever happened to a lost soul like me. But now the roles are switched and I have to be the one to shelter a lost soul. That's when everything starts to go downhill. *Mature content*

𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚎. 𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚜. 𝙽𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝o p