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Paper Planes (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate AU where if you throw a paper plane out your window it always makes its way to your soulmate. You can’t write your full name, your location, or any contact info, anything else is fair game. It’s up to fate to bring you together.

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: Zero proofreading. It’s strictly fluff though so you’re safe here.

A/N: This was such a cute idea and also reminded me of that one Disney short. You know the one. Also, I will jump at any opportunity I can to write sappy love notes and Lin’s messy handwriting. Please don’t ask me about logistics of this, I have no idea what happens if your window is shut and your soulmate throws a plane, I’m just here to write fluff.

Your parents had told you the story all through your childhood. They would always weave you intricate tales at bedtime about how you might meet your soulmate. Your favorite stories always had a prince playing that role. As you got older the stories evolved from fictitious plots to questions and conversations. 

You received your first letter from him at seven years old. It took you by surprise when the paper plane made of blue construction paper landed on the floor of your bedroom. You scrambled from you bed to scoop it up and inspect it. You unfolded it carefully, flipping it over.

‘ Hi! My name is Lin! ‘

You yelped as if the paper itself had spoken and ran into the living room where your mom was preoccupied with a book. She seemed to notice your panic because her eyes immediately left the pages to study your face.

“They wrote you, didn’t they?” she asked wryly with a twinkle in her eye. You squeaked out a yes, shoving the blue paper towards her. She unfolded it to see the note before chuckling. “Well, are you gonna write them back or not?”

You spent the entire night debating and when your mom came into your room to kiss you goodbye before she left for work she saw you sitting on the floor surrounded in papers. 

“For them or from them?” she asked with an amused smile as she leaned against your doorway.


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Things My Govt. Prof. Said In The Span Of A Week
  • 1: So we became the U.K.'s bitch, basically.
  • 2: You guys...remember...the Boston Tea Party...right?
  • 4: So we said "dude, fuck off" - We didn't actually say that, but we meant it.
  • 5: You might want to rethink that whole college thing.
  • 6: I'll hit maybe...one more.
  • 7: Sorry I keep using you as an example, [name], you're just too...lovable.
  • 8: Isn't that how Americans have always acted?
  • 9: This should be about three Justin Timberlake songs long.
  • 10: So in the 1780's, we were in deep shit.
  • 11: This fucking government's on life support.
  • 12: He frickin' slams into you from behind. So what do you do about it?
  • 13: Virginia thinks they're badasses.
  • 14: Anarchy's not good...anarchy's just...shit.
  • 15: I'll just spit another analogy at you.
  • 16: Are you just gonna take your ass-whoopin'?!
  • 17: So what do we do? We sell out asses off.
  • 18: The party don't start til Ben Franklin rolls in.
  • 19: The Philadelphia Convention was just a frat party, except for the fact that they only talked about politics.
  • 20: The Articles of Confederation was a fucking disaster.
  • 21: Sometimes you can't fix it -- You just have to destroy it.
  • 22: How the hell is three the majority of nine?
  • 23: Hey! I still have more to pour on top of your head!
  • 24: I'll just punch you then! Conflict solved!
  • 25: He just looked out his window, and in his courtyard, people were just throwing rocks at women.
  • 26: I'll just...answer my own question. I usually do anyway.
  • 27: Those guys from Delaware are just "fuck you, I'm out."
  • 28: He must've looked worse than his portrait then.
  • 29: I mean look at it! It's fucking awful.
  • 30: IF you get your portrait painted, don't you tell the painter 'make me look good'?
  • 31: Everything here is from [name]. [Name] wanted this. [Name] wanted that. [Name] decided everything.
  • 32: He literally locked him in a broom closet and said 'figure something out'.
  • 33: Oh, the entire American colonies and their views and opinions rest on your shoulders. No pressure.
  • 34: Are we gonna panic and run around? Yes, we are.
  • 35: That plan could only work for five minutes.
  • 36: The poor guy's just become a sad meme. Like that frog thing. Pepper, or whatever.
  • 37: Let's all pick on Wyoming!
  • 38: Literally no one lives there.
  • 39: Easy, big boy. You'll get your turn.
  • 40: I really don't think history gives a damn.
Dreams & Kisses - September 22nd, 2016
  • Nick: Hey Carrots?
  • Judy *working on paperwork*: Hm?
  • Nick: I had a very weird dream just now.
  • Judy: You always have weird dreams when you fall asleep at work.
  • Nick: No but this was really weird.
  • Judy: That's nice.
  • Nick: ...
  • Judy *sighs and sets down her pen*: Alright what was it about this time?
  • Nick *slides his chair over to her desk*: Okay. So, we were out having some dinner on a Friday...
  • Judy: As usual.
  • Nick: Yeah. Don't interrupt me.
  • Judy *rolls her eyes laughing*: Sorry. Continue.
  • Nick: Thank you. Anyway, all of a sudden, some guy comes in screaming your name at the top of his lungs. I never caught this name but he ran over and apparently just poured his heart out to you. You know, the whole "I've been in love with you for years and I made a mistake letting you go and please give me another chance" blah blah blah.
  • Judy *blushes a little*: what did I do?
  • Nick *coughs awkwardly*: You uh... You told him you appreciated the sentiment and decided to give him another chance. Then you skipped out the door throwing flowers and laughing maniacally.
  • Judy: Huh. That was weird.
  • Nick: Yeah... But the weirdest part was uh... *rubs the back of his neck nervously* I chased you out the door... Begging you not to go.
  • Judy: You...chased me? Why?
  • Nick *thinks for a minute*: You're my partner, Carrots. Why would I want to you leave? *smiles* I'm not that heartless. I'm barely a cop without you.
  • Judy *smiles*: Slick Nick going soft? Hmmmm... But that was sweet. Thankfully it was just a dream. I'm not running off. Anyway, I have to get these forms to Bogo so... I'll see you later. *gathers up her paperwork*
  • Nick: What, I can't come with you this time?
  • Judy: You have all your own paperwork to finish, Slick. *smirks and kisses his nose as she walks past* Get on it, partner. *leaves*
  • Nick *blushing furiously, smiles* Gladly.