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“That hug… everybody was crying, the whole group was just choked up.” - Norman Reedus


The cat has been out of the bag before, and yet, people lose interest and put it back in. People always move on. Sheriff in New Mexico reports a UFO encounter. The crew of the SS Ourang Medan dies mysteriously.

36 (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

A/N: Okie dokie. So it’s been a while. I apologize that I haven’t been able to get anything out sooner, and for that, forgive me. That being said, here is something that I was inspired by a couple of days ago, and it’s a bit rough, but I hope you all like it. If you have any feedback please feel free to give it to me! :)

Also shout out to @braeixia for your kind words of encouragement. Thank you.

It had been 36 days since you could remember seeing him for more than two minutes at a time.

36 days since any physical contact between you two had been anything more than brief and unsatisfactory.

You had understood what it meant when you had first gotten together with Lin. He was a playwright, a man whose future was brighter than the stars in the sky. He was a talented man destined for great things, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have to work for it. You knew from the beginning that it would mean sometimes you would have to come second to his writing and you were okay with that.

After all, it hadn’t been that bad at first.

“Liiiiiim,” you giggled as you tried to keep him in bed with you before he got up for the day.

Lin chuckled and looked at you with adoring eyes.

“Cariña, I need to get up and write. Find some inspiration somewhere.”

“Oh please, you’ve got all the inspiration you need right here,” you smirked at him.

“I definitely walked into that one,” he grinned back.

“And you’re not walking out of it so come back here and get inspired.”

You felt your heart soar as he let out a musical laugh. Seeing the opportunity before you, you gently pulled him back into bed with you. His body hovered over yours, only the blanket separating you. He nuzzled his nose against yours and you let your eyes flutter shut momentarily. As you opened them, you were face to face with the handsome man you had been dating for only a couple months.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“Hi,” he repeated back, matching the gentleness of your tone.

“Thanks for joining me.”

“My pleasure. I’m feeling more inspired already.”

“Oh I can tell,” you smirked back at him.

You huffed in frustration and covered your face with your hands. You loved remembering the days when it was so easy to convince him to stay in bed with you for an extra hour or two, or that he needed to take breaks in between writing so he could properly relax. Even when you had to fight for him to eat a meal without simultaneously composing or writing, you knew that everything would be okay again.

But things between you hadn’t been okay for 36 days.

Take a break.”

When Lin didn’t answer you sighed audibly.

“Lin, there’s a little surprise for supper, and it cannot wait.”

He didn’t even look up.


“Y/N please stop trying to distract me from my work,” he muttered.

“You’re working too much. You need to take care of yourself.”

“It’s fine.”

“No it’s not. We share a bed so you can’t even lie to me about how many hours you sleep a night, which is definitely not enough. And when was the last time you ate?”

“Could you please stop nagging me?”

“I’m worried about you!”

“I need to finish this.”

“I know you do but you also need to eat… please,” You begged.

“Just go, Y/N.”

You looked at him for a few more seconds, wishing that he would just look up at you. Maybe then he could begin to understand how worried you were about him. After a few more moments you walked out of his music/writing room, closing the door behind you.

You didn’t see the pain in his eyes as he watched you go.

You hated the fact that Lin was overworking himself. You understood that he had deadlines to meet with songs, but it was becoming nearly destructive to his health. He ate and slept less than was healthy, and he gave himself no time for his family, for friends, or for himself. No matter how hard you were trying, however, to salvage his health, sanity - and your relationship - for that matter, he kept pushing you away. It hurt. You weren’t going to lie to yourself and say that it didn’t. It hurt every time he didn’t look up from his writing while you talked at him, and it hurt when he chose not to share meals with you or go to bed early with you, even just to sleep. A part of you had begun to wonder why you couldn’t make him see that he was doing more than enough, that he was enough.

That you could be enough for him.

You shook your head and tried not to think of that nagging thought that had invaded your mind more often than you would like in the past few weeks. You had never felt inadequate for Lin until now, and so you attempted to focus instead on the good moments with Lin.

“Honey, I’m hoooome!”

You heard Lin’s voice before you saw him. You didn’t even have a chance to turn around before you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, and a kiss land on your head.

“You know you can only say that so many times before it’s no longer endearing,” you said with a playful smile.

“Has it stopped being endearing?”  He challenged.

“Touché,” you accepted.

“Besides, you’re still overusing the “M” word.”

“Excuse me? Is it such a bad thing to be proud of the fact that I’m now a married woman, who married the love of her life and is still enjoying the marital bliss even after three months of being married?” you grinned proudly, causing your husband to laugh and hold you tighter to him.

“God, mi cariña, I adore you.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” you replied cheekily before turning your head to kiss him.

You sighed as your heart longed for you to be able to return to simpler times, when you were certain that the love of your life loved you back, and the worst fight you ever had was because your parents had doubts about marrying a writer. There were moments that were hard, but you still held onto the memories that still gave you goosebumps, because things couldn’t stay this way forever…


Now as you paced your living room, however, you couldn’t help but wonder how much longer you could keep convincing yourself that the scarce moments you shared with your husband that were becoming fewer and further between were enough to make up for all the time that was being lost. 36 days was a long time, and it seemed that each day, your future together was crumbling before you, and every day, you became more and more helpless to stop it from completely slipping away.

The sound of the door opening had shook you from your stream of thoughts and you looked up to see the man you had married six years ago rush in and drop his bag near the door, only to go straight to the bedroom.

“Lin!” You exclaimed as you followed him into the room.

“Hi, Y/N. Can’t talk, have to hurry,” he replied curtly as he stripped out of his shirt and looked for a new one in the closet.

After a few moments he huffed as he couldn’t find what he was looking for as fast as he wanted to. You sighed and went over to the dresser you shared and pulled out his back-up grey cardigan, handing it to him.

“Oh god what would I do without you?”

“Seems like you’ve been doing just fine lately,” you muttered, not being able to hide your resentment.

Lin snapped his head to look at you as soon as he had finished pulling the sweater over his head. You couldn’t help but notice it was the first time you two had made eye contact since he arrived. The thought made your heart ache a bit more.

“What was that supposed to mean?” He questioned, but before you had the chance to respond, Lin looked at the clock on the wall just behind you. “Shoot, I’m late, we’ll talk about it later.” he said as he went to leave.

“This is exactly what it means Lin!” You exclaimed as you once again had to follow him to keep up.

“Y/N I don’t have time for this.”

“You mean me. You never have time for me!”

Your words caused Lin to stop dead in his tracks, and you felt your breath hitch. It felt like ages before he turned around to face you. Your heart was racing. That wasn’t what you meant, but it wasn’t completely inaccurate as to how you had been feeling lately, either.

“Excuse me?” Lin’s voice was disturbingly calm.

“Okay… not exactly the best phrasing…” you admitted slowly.

“No, no please continue,” he said sarcastically, which made you angry.

“Don’t be like that-” you started.

“Like what? Because you’re the one who’s acting like a child.”


“This is my job. Hamilton has inspired me like nothing else before and it needs to get done!”

“Within reason!” You shot back. “You’re working yourself to death!”

“You’re just upset because I don’t spend every waking minute with you!”

“I’m upset because you refuse to spend a single waking minute with me!”

“That is not-”

“Don’t you dare say it’s not true! Because this is the most you’ve spoken to me in 36 days and most of it was arguing!”

Something in Lin’s face shifted slightly.

“Y/N… I just… I don’t think you comprehend just how much bigger this musical is than us,” he said earnestly.

“What are you saying?” You couldn’t hide the sting his words had caused you.

“This could be the defining thing of my career. This could be my legacy!”

Lin’s eyes were begging you to understand, and to a certain extent, you did. You knew of Lin’s obsession with legacy, and his desire to make something of his time here worthwhile. You knew that it was important to him to do something that would create an impact. That’s the reason you became a doctor after all, and it’s why he wrote musicals. You both wanted to change the world in your own ways. That being said, there was something else that wouldn’t leave you alone after his confession.

“What about our legacy?” You asked vulnerably.

“I - our..?”

“Yes, Lin. Our legacy. I… We always talked about starting a family and well…” You trailed off and looked away, trying to compose yourself as you blinked back tears. When you looked back up at Lin, however, he wasn’t looking at you.


Though the volume of his voice was quiet, it came out very harsh. You sucked in a breath.

“No. No, you don’t get to cop out here.”

“Just wait until the musical is done, okay?”

“We’re talking about this now. Please.”

“And how do you think we’re gonna be able to take care of a kid with how our lives are right now?” he snapped.

“Well maybe if you cared enough about me to spend more than-”

“This again? I can’t believe you. How can you be so selfish?”

It felt as though your breath had been forced out of you. In this moment your tears couldn’t be held back any longer.

“Well then please forgive me for wanting to be enough for my husband.”

You hated the way your voice broke, but it seemed like Lin finally understood what you had been wanting to say. He reached out for you.

“Y/N wait-”

“No, it’s fine,” you replied quietly as you moved away from his reach. “You can keep your legacy, whatever it may be. I just hope that at the end of it all, you’re satisfied.”

With that you ran straight past him out the door.

Alright Guys!!!

Next installment of My Immortal tonight sorry we’re so late we’re the worst


@highwaytothegrangerzone as Ebony/Enoby

@siriusly-not-over-remus as Vampire/Harry

@lifeasamarauder as Draco

@asktheboywholived Whatever Professors /B’loody Mary/ Whatever tf Else

@lizziebennetinjapan Narrator or Text

@whompingwillovv (me) as A/N

@girlswillbeboys11 as first time listener 








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Heartstrings (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

A/N: So this one is based off a request that I unfortunately can’t find (sorry omg). That being said, it ended up changing a lot from what the request actually was. I’m not sure if I’m completely satisfied with it, but hey, here it is!

Summary: You’re asked to be a part of the Hamilton orchestra, and then some. Of course, that means spending a bit of quality time with one Lin-Manuel Miranda

Word Count: 2,918


You made your way downtown, your violin in hand. You hummed to yourself to calm your nerves. It wouldn’t do well to look as anxious as you felt on your first day of work.

You were to be in the orchestra for a show called Hamilton. You were still in shock as to how you got asked to be a part of a show whose intentions were to go off-Broadway just freshly out of university. Sure, you had been playing several instruments since the age of 5, and had attended Juilliard, but you thought there would be a lot more of the clichéd “starving artist” period before you would make anything remotely big. Not that you were complaining, of course.

You just had to work harder not to fuck this up.

A friend of yours had been recently in touch with a man named Alex Lacamoire, who was working on Hamilton. Upon being asked if there were any openings for the orchestra, Alex had said that there was still a lot of work to be done before an orchestra could even be incorporated, but if they had anyone in mind he would definitely give them a shot. Not even a week later you had had a one-on-one audition with the great man of music himself.

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