Summary: Haven’t you every heard of the phrase “curiosity killed the cat”?
Perhaps snooping on the sleeping man on the floor of the bookstore
wasn’t such a bright idea.
Pairing: Lin Manuel Miranda x reader
A/N: Chapter 1 can be foundhere! I apologize in advance, it is part of my writing style to hang cliff hangers. Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
“Yes, a play!” Lin repeats giddily, eyes still bright with
“Not only have you written a play about Alexander Hamilton, but
you’re starring in it too?” you say incredulously.
You didn’t give him a chance to answer because you bombarded him with even more
questions: “Correct me if I’m wrong, but did you say you rap in the play?”, “There are actual rap battles?”, and “You’ve
worked on this for eight years?!”
“Believe it.” He answers,
You let out a breath of disbelief, resting your back against
the bookshelf behind you. “Hamilton,” You say to yourself, wracking your brain
for some type of recognition of the name. Other than the actual ten-dollar bill
and from history classes you’ve taken in school, you come up blank. You enjoyed
all types of music, but you were never an avid listener of musicals. Even more,
you always tended to be a few steps behind on trending topics and celebrity
gossip because you were never entertained by it.
“Want to take a look through my notes?” Lin offers, holding
up the notebook.
You nod eagerly and he scoots a bit closer, his knee bumping
“Do you mind?” he asks, gesturing at how close you two were.
You felt your heart stutter, and you willed yourself to not
blush at his intense gaze. “Not at all,” You say.
He places the book between the two of you, one side of the
notebook resting on your leg and the other on his. He flips to the first page,
and begins to explain every word and every line he has written.
Somewhere after the first five pages, you came to the
conclusion that he was a genius. After a few more pages, your mind began to
drift. Instead of actually listening to Lin, you observe him. You couldn’t help
but smile, finding his jittery hand movements, animated eyes, and talent of
“Oh no. I lost you, haven’t I?” Lin laughs, interrupting
your thoughts. “You have to forgive me,
I tend to go on and on if no one stops me.”
You shake your head. “No please, continue! You’re brilliant,
and I can’t believe I’ve never heard of Hamilton before. It seems wonderful.”
“Don’t apologize. You are a breath of fresh air, Y/N.” he
says. “As much as I appreciate all of the accolades and recognition Hamilton
has brought me, it’s nice to not be fawned after.”
“Is that why you’re here? To get away?” you ask.
“Partially,” he says, “Naturally, I found myself enjoying
reading history books. That, and it helps me constantly build Hamilton’s
You shake your head in amazement. “You are brilliant,” you whisper.
“A rap musical about the founding father…”
“The ten-dollar, founding father without a father. Got a lot
farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being a
self-starter. By fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter.” Lin
interrupts you, breaking out into a small rap.
He lets out a chortle at your shocked face. “And that’s just a
snippet of the intro, Y/N.”
“I have to listen
to it.” You say, thoroughly impressed. “I’ll buy the album the minute I get
“I’ll do you one better – come to the play tomorrow night.
You can hear it in person yourself.”
I wanted to draw something big for this piece, so I thought I’d try to draw how Datz escaped out of prison in Case 3. This piece was a big effort to draw a big leap off of a big mountain.
Most of my time was spent doing a lot of research into parachuting. To catch the wind properly, I chose to draw the base-jumping technique called ‘rollover’, which involves doing a front flip off a cliff with the parachute hanging down in front of you. This technique seemed perfect for a poorly-constructed parachute since it didn’t require any complicated unravelling sequences, and it would seem like something that Datz would pull off well because it looks cool.
Of course, Datz’s downfall was most likely the weakness of the stitching compared to how much force the air resistance would make as Datz descended, which is hopefully conveyed through this image.
Seriously speaking here, how much money do you want to make a part 2 of that Reborntale fic? I will actually pay you HOW CAN YOU CLIFFHANGER US SO HARD
Funnily enough, the continuation is already funded? Just need to finish someone else’s commission first. I’ll try not to leave the cliff hanging too long!
If anyone still feels the burning desire to pelt me with spare change, there’s always the tip jar hanging out in the blog description. :p The description also has my commission info linked, if there’s something else I might be able to write for ya. As always, reblogs/recs/comments/likes/kudos/pouring one out for a homie are always appreciated, too.
I love you guys. You make a marsupial feel really special.
The rapid rise and fall of my chest falls into rhythm with each careening brush stroke across the canvas. Had it been wrong to venture forward so blind? I know not of what our relationship should become after this exchange. My stomach twists at the thought of her response, yet even more at the possibility of no response. What could be done there? The movement of color falls off tempo. Red! So much red clouds my vision and yellow swells in my chest, bursting off the canvas. Across the room I hear
WHAT DID YOU HEAR ACROSS THE ROOM THO AWHAW TRJGDS CLIFF HANG ER
You look upon the sea of pricefield while you’re scaling the edge of the cliff, you make sure you don’t fall in. Even though you’re being extra careful you somehow slip. You grab the edge of the cliff, now you’re hanging and you can’t hang forever.
A figure walks to the edge of the cliff. It takes you a minute to recognize them but…
“AO3, Please! I need more, I need more of something else!” You plead and beg but AO3 doesn’t hear you. They kneel down to you and look you straight in the eye, they have cold dead eyes.
They grab your hands and for a second, you thought they might pull you up. Kneeling even closer now, they whisper in your ears.
“Long live the king..” They push you backwards and you fall into the sea of pricefield, with a scream.
Zion National Park is truly one of the most incredible national parks I’ve ever experienced. It’s HUGE
- 593 sq. km. huge & so diverse in it’s flora & geology. Zion
has something for everyone, alien red rock landscapes, massive white
sandstone cliffs, dense forests, waterfalls, hanging gardens &
fields of flowers.
Like all national parks in the US, it’s well
equipped for visitors with shuttles that run around the park &
excellent varied hikes, from easy (wheelchair access easy) to
challenging (too scary for Vi Lu challenging).
For those who know, Zion is the site of the infamous all you can eat taco
incident which meant we didn’t see anything the last time we visited.
Thank god that happened because we had only planned an afternoon in the
park & the incident meant that we came back. In our 3 full days in
the park this time, we barely scratched the surface.
Distance from Vegas: 2hrs 43 minutes - Cost for a vehicle entrance: $30
USD for 7 days - The Zion cliffs were formed over 250 million years
from what was once a shallow sea - There are about 18 common hikes which
range from 30mins to overnight and countless more which you can do.
Some of the hikes you can easily reach from one of the 9 shuttle stops
in the parks and others you would need your own car to drive to. -
There’s a scenic drive you can do which includes two tunnels which were
bored through the sandstone cliffs - both terrifying and extremely cool.
can’t express how much I loved Zion in one post - the variation in
landscape, the ease of getting around such a gigantic region, the
hilariously quaint accommodation in Springdale (the closest town) &
attitudes of locals (we waited for ages to pay at the local supermarket
because the only attendant was outside looking at the sunset) & so I
will do a couple of posts.
I also took over 1000 photos (not a joke) - these are all from day 1.
Take away - Zion is massive, beautiful & I took lots of photos
P.S. We’re safe & sound in Toronto - I’m just catching up!!
we’ve learned about Toronto so far is that the subway system is very
strange - you use tiny coins and then take a ticket to prove you’ve used
your tiny coin… Canada ay
It was crazy to think that while the world was
looking for me, I wasn’t lost– simply lost in my own world. At this
point I didn’t actually know anyone was looking for me. But when I
got home I sure would have a shock. But for now I swung back and
fourth on the swings watching the night sky move as tears fell
effortlessly down my cheeks. Ashton was right, what the fuck was I
doing? I didn’t know, all I knew was I was in fucking love with two
people, two of my best friends and my heart hurt. It felt more like
physical pain that the emotional kind and that was eating me up.
Running a hand down my face I cried into my hands more, and the sobs
got louder. I’d been crying so hard I hadn’t even noticed the
presence beside me until I heard a scuffling a little while after I’d
silenced myself. Looking over I saw a man, well a teenage boy around
the same age as myself staring at me. Who was he? And why was he
here? I gulped a little as he offered me a smile that was to wide. My
smile that I tried to offer back was pathetic and unbelievable.
’‘Y/N, right?” the voice asked causing me to
raise an eyebrow as I nodded.
“Yeah…and you are?” I asked back, confused
to how this guy knew my name. He laughed lightly.
“The names Harry, I was walking home when I
saw your little…altercation with Irwin” Harry said, and then it
hit me– Harry Styles, the guy from our rival school; Brookway. I
just shrugged at his mention of Ashton, I wanted it to disappear from
my mind as if it never happened. Harry looked at me for a few seconds
before he diverted his eyes to the sky.
“So are you going to tell me why a pretty girl
like yourself is sobbing her heart out in a park at two in the
morning alone?” Harry asked, his voice was concerned and it was nice
someone seemed to care how much I was hurting.
“How does this sound for a tragic cliché high
school love story” I said taking a breath before I continued “I was
in love with my best friend for six years, but he couldn’t see it
and was dating a girl who was mean and shallow..so my other best
friend Michael said to date him to make Luke jealous…Luke being the
original best friend” I paused to see if Harry was following and he
just nodded for me to carry on. “So I start flirting with Michael
and we go out and…then I start to develop these feelings for
Michael seen as Luke hadn’t really been around much. Well anyways
Luke then decided he loved me and broke up with his girlfriend…but
he told me literally hours after me and Michael had lost our
virginities to each other. And then tonight after me and Michael
decided we were official we went to this freaking party and Luke was
wasted so I put him to bed…and…me and Luke kissed and now my head
is fucked up” I whisper the last part and hadn’t realised Harry had
started rubbing my back as more tears spilled down my cheeks.
“well that sounds like the start of a really
fucked up fanfiction or something…” Harry said causing me to burst
into laughter, his eyes lit up as he laughed with me.
“What the hell is a fanfiction?” I asked
creasing my eyebrows together, Harry’s eyes went wide.
“Are you serious? You have never read a
fanfic?” Harry asked, almost like an excited puppy. I laughed again
shaking my head. “Right give me your phone and one of these days I’m
sending you some” Harry stated, I laughed again handing my phone
over. For a few seconds I’d forgotten my problems while Harry made me
laugh. I needed a friend away from all of this, from the drama and
the boys and I think I may have just found one.
10am the next morning
Harry was walking me home as we talked about
everything, and anything. He told me about this girl back at his
school who he liked and how she was dating his friend. I was quick yo
tell him not to date someone to make her jealous, he seemed to find
it funny as he laughed with me. I walked with him until my house
appeared at the end.
“This is my stop” I said with a sigh
realising that I’d have to go back to normal life now. Harry seemed
to sense my uneasiness as he turned me to face him.
“You have my number, if you ever need to
escape just drop me a text. OK?” Harry asked.
“Yeah, thank you. Same goes for you” I said
with a small smile. Waving at him I took off in the direction of my
house. Walking up the steps I groaned knowing that my mother was
home; she wasn’t supposed to be here today. Sighing I looked at all
the miss calls and texts that I hadn’t bothered to even open, as I
pushed my key into the front door and step inside. But what I wasn’t
expecting was to see my mother, Luke, Michael, Calum and Ashton all
in the living room mumbling between themselves. When I shut the door
behind me all their heads snapped up.
Michael was the first out of his seat as he ran
at me engulfing me in his arms, I barely hugged back as I felt
something churning in my stomach. This hug felt wrong. Taking a step
back from his grasp I heard my mother approach; great.
“I-I was so worried! Where were you?” My
mother asked, instead of being stern like I expected her voice was
sad and soft. I leant my body into her and sighed and from that small
gesture she knew something was wrong. Turning slightly she looked at
“Could you go outside and give me and Y/N some
time?” My mother asked as all the boys mumbled and headed to our
back yard. My mother guided me to the sofa and sat me down looking at
me. “What’s happened?” she asked and I told her everything, and
when I mean everything– every little detail down to me and Michael
having sex and I spilt my head and my heart to her. My mother was
that woman you could talk to about anything and as I finished she
took me into her arms and just hugged me– this Is what I’d needed
these last few days.
'I-I’m sorry I just like off loaded all that
onto you’’ I whispered and she shook her head vigorusly.
“That’s what I’m here for stupid” she
muttered into my hair before pulling back looking into my eyes. “Now
I’m going to give you my honest opinion, about everything” she said
matter-of-factly so I just nodded. “Michael is a sweet boy, but
Luke? He’s been there through everything. He sat with you when you
cried about your period. Luke punched the guy who pushed you over and
I see the way he looks at you. I always have but you two were just
too blind to say anything. But today and last night I saw the way
Michael panicked, and the way he spoke about you…they both love you
very much” My mother paused and I just looked at the ground. “But I
know you, and I know how you see Luke Y/N. If you truly love Michael
then let Luke go, but if in your heart you honestly know Luke is the
one…then you need to do something about it” My mother finished my
kissing my temple as she got up to tell the boys to come back in.
“MOM” I yelled as she turned to look at me.
“Send Michael in…I need to talk to him” I whispered. She gave me
a soft smile and nodded. I needed to tell Michael how I felt about
Luke, how I’d always felt. I just didn’t know how he’d take it.
It was quiet
as Michael entered, hands in pockets quickly
dropping down beside me on the sofa; knee’s touching and my heart
racing. How could I break this boy’s heart after everything? Biting
and nibbling on my lip I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
Michael looked tired and beat as his eyes kept his gaze on his hands
which were shaking.
’’M-“ before I could finish he kissed me, with
such ferocity and power that I was taken aback and kissed him back.
It lasted a matter of seconds before he pulled away.
’'I needed to do that once more before you
break my heart” Michael whispered as a single tear fell down his
cheek and my heart shattered because I did love him, more than I’d
been allowing myself to realise but I also loved Luke with the same
power. I just began sobbing again which seemed to take Michael by
surprise as his large arms and hands wrapped around my body pulling
me into his lap. Kissing my hair he rocked me and I felt safe. I just
kept crying as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.
’'I-I hate loving the both of you Michael,
because you are so good to me, and you haven’t done anything to make
me doubt that but Luke’s been that guy for six fucking years’’ I
cried and Michael nodded and stroked his index finger down my cheek.
“You do what you have to do to be happy baby
girl, because whether it’s me or Luke I’m going to love you and be
waiting for him to fuck up” Michael stated and as I looked into his
eyes I knew he’d never hurt me, he’d never break my heart. Luke? I
couldn’t be so sure and I once again changed my mind as I kissed
Michael. He seemed taken back but quickly responded bringing both his
hands to my face. Pulling away for breath our foreheads rested
together. “I will love you every day, of every fucking hour”
Michael told me and I nodded.
’'I love you Michael Clifford’’ I replied,
bringing a hand to rest in his hair. Shaking my head Michael looked
at me confused. “Me and Luke kissed last night…that’s why I ran
off” I admitted worriedly and Michael laughed causing me to raise an
“Luke was quick to tell me this morning, I
knew it was going to happen at some point because I mean– the nature
in which we got together” Michael admitted. I looked at him with sad
eyes. “What?” he asked.
“How can you be OK with what I did?” I asked
my voice barley about a whisper.
“Because I’d walk across fire for you, do you
hear me?” Michael asked, shifting so I was gazing right into his
eyes. “Y/N I would do anything for you, and maybe Luke would do that too but
I’m telling you. I would go through fucking hell to make sure you are
OK. So if it’s me or Luke then just know I will always be here”
Michael stated, he was so serious his eyes were watering. He meant
“it’s you” I whispered. Michael nodded
placing his lips to my head, I finally felt that spark. That one I
only felt with Luke, maybe it wasn’t as strong but it was there.
“I-I need to talk to Luke” I grumble, burying
my face in his shoulder with a sigh. Michael nodded placing his chin
on top of my head.
’'Want me to do it with you?“ Michael asked
and I murmured a 'yes’ into him.
This was going to be painful, but I could trust
Michael more than Luke when it came to my heart. Luke was an amazing
friend but it took someone else to love me for him to realise I was
even worth it. Sighing I looked up at Michael.
’'Oh by the way Calum met someone” Michael
said and my eyes widened.
’'Finally? Mr playboy met someone?“ I squealed
earning the laugh I loved from Michael.
’'Her name’s Kasia, she’s a half polish girl.
Calum noticed her at the party and they hit it off pretty fast”
Michael explained and I smiled wide.
“About time” I murmured.
“Tell me about it” Michael said a little too
“Michael you are yelling!” I said with a
“Shut up you sound like Ashton” Michael
whined as I once again giggle kissing his neck before I sighed.
“Can you get Luke too come in?” I asked with
sad eyes and Michael nodded.
just so ya’ll know this isn’t near the end, I have a lot of ideas for this if you keep requesting. Is Michael as good as he seems? What does Luke know about Michael that he’s hiding? THERE’S A LOT HAPPENING AND I HOPE YOU ARE EXCITED.