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Don’t You Dare Steal My Heart (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

Write-A-Thon: Day 3 (Lit Day)

Summary: Everything has a consequence, good or bad. Whether it be a fall from a cliff or a stolen kiss, nothing will ever be the same.

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 7635 (I’m literally the most extra I’m sorry)

A/N: This is a bit late but this is for Day 3 of the write-a-thon. it’s based off of the book I’ll give you the sun by Jandy Nelson but I sort of got a little off track with the plot, oops. I ended up making it a lot longer than I originally intended and theres still quite a bit left in the google doc, so I’m dividing it into either 2 or 3 chapters and I’ll be posting the next parts some time in the next few days. Without further ado, enjoy my fic.


It was said that the fall from the cliff would be fatal, but you knew better. You’d seen Anthony take the dive countless times, miraculously swimming back to the surface after a few moments of submersion. It wasn’t the fall that would kill you, it was the rocks.

If you weren’t careful about where you landed, you’d hit the rocks rather than the cold embrace of the water. And yes, that would indeed be fatal.

Despite having witnessed Anthony survive the plunge time and time again, you still felt your stomach drop to your knees every time he did so. Yet he always broke through the surface only a few moments later, but still: there was always that terrifying, heart stopping moment as you watched him fall through the air, and for a fraction of a second, you were convinced that he’d miscalculated his dive, that he would hit the rocks, but luck always prevailed.

You watched through eyes darkened by worry as Anthony climbed up the set of stairs that had been built into the cliff. His curly hair was matted against his head, and his clothes were dragged down by the weight of the river water, but his face was still illuminated by a wide grin.

His eyes sparkled with a fervent and ever burning fire, a genuine sort of happiness that Anthony seemed to carry with him in his pocket, a ray of sunshine that he held close to his chest at all times.

As soon as he was close enough to reach, you smacked him playfully with the sleeve of your hoodie. “For fuck’s sake, Ant. It’s got to be thirty degrees out, and you could freeze.”

He raised his hands in surrender, grinning like an idiot. “Hey. Hey. I’m fine, aren’t I?”

“This time,” you mumbled under your breath, earning another laugh from your cousin. “You could get seriously hurt,” you told him, knowing that this was no surprise to him

“Don’t worry about it, (Y/N).” That stupid smile remained on his face. As much as you loved your cousin, it was impossible to reason with him. He paid no regard whatsoever to his own safety, preferring to but his life on the line just for the sake of fun.

You stood your ground, daring to keep your gaze steady, meeting his. You were happy to stand there staring him down until the world around you had crumbled into nothingness and your life had become as meaningless as the words on the pages of the books you read: forever to be glazed over and soon to be forgotten.

Drawing out a smile, Anthony threw his head out a let out a great bark of an Anthony Ramos laugh: loud and clear, cutting through the still air with the sharpness of a knife. “You worry too much.”

His words were thinly veiled in truth, but forever failing to contain it in its cloak of white lies. You did worry too much, but only when it came to Anthony.

You shoved his jacket out towards him. “I’m not worrying right now.” Your words slid bitterly between your teeth. You weren’t lying: in that moment, you weren’t worried at all, not now that the moment of anxiety had passed.

Anthony took the jacket, an amused look taking over his face. “What’s the matter?”

You rolled your eyes, drawing your gaze out around the park. The world seemed to be washed in various shades of grey, a cold and artificial setting for the cold and artificial people to carry on with their cold and artificial lives.

The ground was littered with empty soda cans and candy wrappers, a bitter visual reminder that teenage recklessness would always reign superior over common sense, and that the high schoolers would forever carry with them such a blatant disregard for nature, with no reason in their minds to care for preserving the beauty of the world around them.

“I think you’re being an asshole.” You offered up what you both already knew.

Anthony smirked and dug around in the pocket of his jacket for a few moments before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. “I know.” He knew. He knew it a thousand times over, just as he knew that jumping off cliffs was reckless and stupid and that smoking could give you cancer. But he couldn’t find it in himself to care, as he lit a cigarette and tucked the rest of the pack safely away in the pocket of his jacket. He slung it over his shoulder and held the cigarette loosely between his lips, in what seemed to you as some pathetic attempt to look cool.

You often struggled to define the nature of your relationship with Anthony. You were much closer than many other pairs of cousins, yet you often found yourself losing your temper with him. People constantly told you that you and Anthony acted like siblings- perhaps that was it. You were like twins, always joined at the hip when he came into town. But lately Anthony had seemed off, much different than how he usually tended to act. There was the cliff diving, and then the smoking habit which had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Anthony was a different person than he’d been when you two were little, but then again, so were you.

“It’s five, we should be getting home,” Anthony told you, all too cynical and formal. You sometimes forgot that beneath the tough and fearless exterior, Anthony cared quite a bit about pleasing adults.

“My parents won’t care,” you supplied, knowing that that was vastly untrue. But lately your parents had become intolerable, even more so than Anthony. It seemed as though all they cared about was your art, and every moment with them was spent discussing your application for CSA: California School for the Arts, the prestigious artistic school in San Francisco.

Of course, you wanted more than anything to get into the school, but the constant pressure that had been put on you by your parents had begun to take the fun and excitement out of the process. Even the act itself of doing art, which had once been an escape had started to feel like a chore. Each drawing, every painting had to be done perfectly and in such a short amount of time that you could barely remember why you’d once loved it.

“They’ll care.” Anthony spoke with a sort of finality, putting his foot down to squash any sort of disobedience. Your mother had told you to be home by five thirty, and being even a minute late would the single most horrible act a person could commit- at least in the mysterious mind of Anthony Ramos.

“You’re a dick,” you decided with the kind of nonchalance that dug down deep with intent, set out purely to get under Anthony’s skin. Sure enough, you were met with success.

“Because I jump off cliffs and want to enjoy my life instead of just letting it fly by like you do?” Anthony demanded, indignance drawing itself out in his voice.

“Because you risk your life for the sake of having fun and you think that those cigarettes will make you look cool,” you clarified. You gave way to the smallest of smirks as you crossed your arms over your chest. “But by all means, continue what you’re doing. Don’t let something as simple and irrelevant as common sense stop you.”

Anthony chuckled softly, regarding you with a smile. He seemed to be at a loss for words: he simply turned and began the walk home, way too confident that you would follow.

But you did. You always did.

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Pirate AU Part 1

November 1779,

These were civilized men. Alex reminded himself the necessity of appearances, stretching his neck as the cravat itched. It would only be until he was paid…until he had what he could take from them.

Only a few weeks until he’d have what he could take.

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Word Prompts // Secret
  1. “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” 
  2. “Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
  3. “The secret of life, though, is to fall seven times and to get up eight times.”
  4. “Good books don’t give up all their secrets at once.”
  5. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
  6. “Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world, I mean everybody.”
  7. “The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away.”
  8. “Everybody is identical in their secret unspoken belief that way deep down they are different from everyone else.”
  9. “The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, nor to worry about the future, but to live the present moment wisely and earnestly.” 
  10. “People, I have discovered, are layers and layers of secrets.
  11. “All the secrets of the world are contained in books. Read at your own risk.”
  12. “Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
  13. “You can’t stop the future, you can’t rewind the past, the only way to learn the secret…is to press play.”
  14. “Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.”
  15. “A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”
  16. “If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.”
  17. “Everyone has secrets. It’s just a matter of finding out what they are.”
  18. “When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.” 
  19. “One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.”
  20. “The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.” 
  21. “ He won’t have to worry about you spilling his secrets.
  22. “The secret to getting ahead is getting started.”
  23. “I’d learned that some things are best kept secret.
  24. “I think I’ve discovered the secret of life – you just hang around until you get used to it.”
  25. “There is no secret to success except hard work and getting something indefinable which we call ‘the breaks.”
  26. “I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.”
  27. “When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so.”
  28. “Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.”
  29. “The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.
  30. “I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don’t dare to let out.”
  31. “The secret of flight is this – you have to do it immediately, before your body realizes it is defying the laws.”
  32. “A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”
  33. “A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.
  34. “I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.”
  35. “The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.”
  36. “Remind me to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?”
  37. “Never trust a pretty girl with an ugly secret.
  38. “She sat still, trying to hush her secret heart.”
  39. “The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.”
  40. “Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.”
  41. “Lies and secrets, they are like a cancer in the soul. They eat away what is good and leave only destruction behind.”
  42. “This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
  43. “Often secrets are not revealed in words, they lie concealed in the silence between the words or in the depth of what is unsayable between two people.”
  44. “Our fearlessness shall be our secret weapon.”
  45. “A picture is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know.”
  46. “ We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret.
  47. “Word spread because word will spread. Stories and secrets fight, stories win, shed new secrets, which new stories fight, and on.”
  48. “Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.”
  49. “Is this the part where you tell me you’re secretly in love with me?”
  50. “The sweetest smiles hold the darkest secrets…
  51. “This is the real secret of life – to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.”
  52. “Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.” 
  53. “He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.”
  54. “With a secret like that, at some point the secret itself becomes irrelevant. The fact that you kept it does not.”
  55. “All human beings have three lives: public, private, and secret.
  56. “But the heaviest things, I think, are the secrets. They can drown you if you let them.”
  57. “Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.”
  58. “There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told.”
  59. “Sometimes we just have to wait long enough…then we find out why exactly it was that we kept believing…There’s always another secret.
  60. “The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.”
The Popular Crowd - Newt

Originally posted by die-jou-bu

                                     Modern/High School AU

For: thescarftrials

Character(s): Newt, Thomas, Minho, Chuck

Pairing: Newt x Reader, (mentioned) Thomas x Minho

Prompt: Newt is one of the most popular boys in school; you, however…. are not. One day, during a particular boring day in science class, a note gets tossed to you, from said “most popular boy”, could this be the start of something Mr. Charisma and Little Miss Loner?

Warnings: None

Words: 1,633

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All About That Book

A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction
Written by Michelle Angeli (@heartpanorama)

Category: Fanfictions
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Words: 1,441
Summary: After having defeated a fake Volpina, Adrien is desperately looking for the book he took from his father’s safe. Meanwhile, Marinette meets Master Fu. Also, another akuma attack takes place in the city.
Author’s Note: Happy birthday to my Pinay friend @michigopyon!! This is my present for you. - Spoiler Alert! This fanfic takes place after episode 24 of season 1 and might contain spoilers from the Volpina episode and the origins.

Last edited on Apr. 3, 2016

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All About That Book

“Plagg, are you sure you haven’t seen the book anywhere? You might not, by any chance, have eaten it?” Adrien suspiciously eyed his kwami, after having searched through his bag where the book about Miraculouses and kwami was supposed to be.

“Excuse me?” Plagg didn’t like it when Adrien accused him of having eaten something he was looking for. “I might have an extraordinary love for food, but I’m not that desperate that I would eat an old book. I’m a gourmet!” he said firmly.

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Honoured

Author: vindictus-viridian
Word Count: 1990
Pairing: Fred x Reader

Request:  Fred Weasley sending anonymous love letters and gifts until he finally confesses his love.

A/N: My first time writing and submitting so be kind, please and thanks! 

“Y/N! The food trolley is here. Are you going to get anything?” the voice of your classmate and friend Angelina Johnson pulled you from where you had been lost in thought watching as the Hogwarts express raced along the countryside on its journey to the school.

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