I Am Insanely Attracted To Anthony Ramos

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Another request from @dianaftop !!! That’s all of their requests done now!

This time, they asked for an angsty Anthony Ramos/Reader, but I’m not going to show their request because it’d spoil it.

All you need to know is that Reader plays Peggy|Maria and she’s already in an established relationship with Ant.

I wrote this at school so enjoy !!!

This made me blubber like a baby to write.

Schuyler Defeated (Anthony Ramos/Reader)

This was supposed to be a big production.

It was Anthony’s last performance, and let’s be honest, as you were sitting in his dressing room with him, preparing to go on for the opening act, he was more nervous than you’ve ever seen him.

“What if I fuck up?” He mumbled stressedly, fingers raking through his abundance of curls. You reached up and rested your palm against his, holding his hand and pulling it away from his hair, kissing his fingertips.

“You won’t. You’ve been doing this show since it started. And I know that you’re going to go out with a bang.” You grinned at him, booping his nose. He smiled a little, a strained smile, but a smile nonetheless.

“Hey, (Name).”

“Mmm?”

“She was a (light/dark)-skinneded Puerto-Rican Dominican, long hair, mature in the body like, whoa.” He sang softly to you, cheekily pinching your backside. You gasped and giggled. “That’s not the only reason I liked her, though.”

You leaned in with a grin and kissed him, lips lightly moving against each other in a slow and sweet fashion.

“I love you.” He said with a soft sigh.

“I love you more." 

"Showtime, showtime!” Called a voice from outside the room, and Groff poked his head through the doorway. “Are you two decent, because we’ve gotta go up!”

Anthony was up in a flash, and he held out a hand to help you up.

His eyes locked with yours. “Showtime.”

“We fought with him." Called out Daveed and Oak.

"Me? I died for him." Anthony stated, firm look on his face.

"Me? I trusted him." Said Chris.

Then it was your turn.

"Me? I loved him." You chorused with Renee and Phillipa.

"And me?" Leslie took centre stage. ”I’m the damn fool that shot him.“

"There’s a million things I haven’t done, but just you wait! Alexander Hamilton!" 

And the lights dimmed out to raucous applause.

You watched from the wings as your boyfriend lit up the whole stage. Of course, he was nervous at first, but once he got his bearings, he threw himself into the role like a catapult. It made your heart ache with how much you loved him.

”Rise up! When you’re livin’ on your knees you rise up! Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up! Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up!“ He turned his head to the wings, caught sight of you watching and subtly blew a kiss while winking in your direction. You blushed red and pretended to catch the kiss.

"Love you.” You whispered.

“Love you more.” He mouthed.

You heard footsteps coming up behind you and turned to see Lin.

“Oh-hey, Lin.” You said quietly.

“Alright?” He grinned at you, ruffling your hair to your protest.

“Agh- Lin, I gotta go up in just a few songs!” You whined quietly. Lin laughed, and chucked your chin.

“Make me proud out there, kiddo.”

Finally, it was your turn. The happy, jazzy drums began.

“There’s nothing rich folks love more,” Leslie sang.

“Than going downtown and slummin’ it with the poor

They pull up in their carriages and gawk

At the students in the common

Just to watch them talk

Take Philip Schuyler: the man is loaded

Uh-oh, but little does he know that

His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza

Sneak into the city just to watch all the guys at—”

“Work, work!"  The ensemble chorused.

"Angelica!”

“Eliza!”

“And Peggy!"  You bounced onto stage with the energy and vigor that everyone expects Peggy to have, wide grin on your face as you caught sight of your boyfriend.

"The Schuyler sisters!”

“Angelica.”

“Peggy!”

“Eliza!”

“Work!”

“Daddy said to be home by sundown!” You called after Renee and Pippa, catching their arms.

“Daddy doesn’t need to know."  Renee dismissed you.

"Daddy said not to go downtown!" You protested.

"Like I said, you’re free to go.” Pippa laughed, pressing the tip of her finger to your nose.

“But look around, look around!

The revolution’s happening in New York!"  Renee called, spinning around.

"New York!”

You were twirling, dazzling the stage, dancing and enchanting.

The crowd went wild.

Everyone was so engaged by your performance that nobody noticed the dark figure, three rows back.

Nobody noticed the gun they pulled from their coat pocket.

Nobody noticed as they raised their arm, slowly, focusing the aim on you, stunning in your lemon-yellow dress. A perfect target.

“Whoo! There’s nothing like summer in the-”

BOOM.

All was quiet.

A collective gasp sounded.

The world slowed as you fell to the ground.

You didn’t even register the pain or the sticky warm blood that flooded your bodice.

Someone - a man - screamed your name. As did many others. Cast, crowd, production teams.

“(Name), NO!”

You looked up.

Anthony was the one who screamed.

“No…nonono no no fuck no no!” He collapsed to his knees beside you, gathering you into his arms.

You gasped.

You couldn’t breathe.

It hurt.

It killed.

“Fuck fuck fuck baby, you’re okay. You’re gonna be fine.” He promised, tears falling as he clutched your hand like a lifeline. The cast crowded around you, pale as sheets.

“I called an ambulance!” Karen shrieked from the wings.

“Did you hear that? An ambulance is coming. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Mmmph…A-Anthony…?” You shudder, coughing. Anthony let out a barely concealed sob as a slight dribble of blood dripped from the corner of your colourless lips.

“Yeah? Babe, I’m right here.”

“I love you, you know.” you whisper hoarsely.

“I love you too, you know I do.” He said frantically, pulling you even closer. “In fact - in fact I…” He paused, shaking his head and burying his face in your hair.

“You…?”

“I want to marry you.” He mumbled into your hair before pulling back and retracting a velvet box from his blue jacket pocket, much to the shock and sadness of the rest of the cast. They could tell that it was a lost cause. “Will you marry me?”

You smiled up at him weakly. “Yes.” You whispered. Anthony grinned at you, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

He knew.

He knew as soon as he did that something was wrong.

You were cold.

Far too cold.

“No.” He whispered against your lips. “No, no no no.”

It was too late.

The ambulance came, and they only confirmed what they feared.

You were dead.

They covered you up in a body bag.

Anthony didn’t move a muscle.

“No. No no no.”

His frenzied mumbling was echoed by the sobs of your castmates and production teams.