look at miranda's face and cry

Descriptions of Broadway Guys' Voices
  • Leslie Odom Jr.: A red velvet cupcake fresh out of the oven with cream cheese frosting in the middle
  • Lin-Manuel Miranda: That Dragon's Egg Bath Bomb that just explodes with color when you drop it in the bath water
  • Michael Arden: Butterflies in your stomach that are so strong you want to pull a Julie Andrews and start spinning happily in a circle
  • Andy Mientus: Fuzzy socks and hot chocolate by a warm fire with tons of blankets while having a Disney movie marathon
  • Aaron Tveit: The cold side of your pillow that feels oh-so-good in the middle of the night
  • Jeremy Jordan: Dressing in a cute outfit and strutting around while everyone is checking you out and you KNOW you look hot AF
  • Alex Wyse: That one harmony in every Broadway musical that just is so frickin beautiful and you want to die because of it
  • James Monroe Iglehart: When you're home alone and you act out all of your favorite Broadway musicals. At the same time
  • Austin P. Mackenzie: Walking outside on a warm day and it's the perfect temperature and the sun hitting your face makes you feel so peaceful
  • Daveed Diggs: Tap dancing. Just tap dancing but also rapping at the same time
  • Ben Fankhauser: GO AND LOOK IT UP THE POOR GUY'S HEAD IS SPINNING!?!?!?!?!?!
  • Jonathan Groff: That one commercial for Coca Cola that they play at Christmas Time that makes everyone laugh,smile, and cry.
  • Gideon Glick: When Harry Potter opens up that golden egg underwater and that beautiful mermaid song starts playing
The Notes We Wrote

A/N: I found this prompt in a list of soulmate AU’s! I sort of took it as every time you write in your journal it appears in your soulmate’s journal. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate AU

Pairing: Lin x reader

Things you should know: 1.) Everyone receives their journal when they turn 18. 2.) The reader is 30 by the end of this. 3.) Lin’s dialogue is in quotations :)

Warnings: like one curse word

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2005
You were slightly younger than your soulmate so when you got your journal there were already things written in it. “Things” meaning there were already seven years of writing in it when you got it. Your soulmate was 25 years old and that’s all you knew. You didn’t know his name or where he lived; the universe did everything in its power to make sure you didn’t meet your soulmate before it was time. Everytime he tried to write his name or where he lived it showed up scribble out on your page.

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anonymous asked:

“Stay still, squirming will make it worse.” + Lin

THIS IS SMUT YALL!


“Stay still, squirming will make it worse.” Lin said, watching you wither next to him.

You tried to stop your hips but you couldn’t with the rough vibrations right against your clit. You were bad. You fucked up. You knew you fucked up and Lin wasn’t happy. He had warned you that today he was meeting someone extremely important so you weren’t supposed to send any sort of frisky text to him. However, your new lingerie came in and you excitedly sent Lin photos of you trying it on without thinking. The moment Lin entered the house, you realized your mistake. Now here you were, strapped to the bed with a vibrator between your legs that was being controlled by Lin. You were completely at his mercy.

“L-Lin, I’m sorry! Fuck, I’m so so sorry. I-I forgot, I didn’t do it on purpose I swear!” You cried out, tears in your eyes as your fifth orgasm started to build.

Lin didn’t reply, he just watched as you came again with an arched back and loud moans that subsided into small, choked out cries. Your pussy was extremely sore, he has been relentless with the toy between your legs. Your cries quieted down as he put the vibrator on low.

“Lin I-I don’t think I can take much m-more of this. It was an honest mistake. Please. Please.” You begged, hips twitching violently as your body tried its best to run away from the vibrations. 

Lin glanced at your tear-streaked face. Then, silence. The vibrator was shut off. You sighed in relief, letting your head fall back on the bed, breathing heavily. Lin set aside the toy and moved to take off your restraints. You let your arms plop down, too exhausted to do anything except lay there. Lin left the room and came back with a glass of water, he set it down before sitting next to you. Carefully he pulled you to him, cradling you in his arms. He picked up the glass of water and held it to your lips, you drank it slowly until he moved the glass away.

“I forgive you.” Lin kissed your forehead, stroking your arms.

“Really?” You asked, closing your eyes.

“Yes. I should’ve stopped after four. I’m sorry I made you cry, princess.”

“It’s fine, I was being punished because I was bad.” You looked up at him and kissed his jaw.

“Even when you’re bad, you’re still my good girl.” Lin smiled down at you, covering your face in kisses which made you giggle.

Your clit was still throbbing and your legs were sore but with Lin holding you and kissing you all over your face, you didn’t really care.

Where is the truth?

Lin x Reader, Daveed x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Summary: Lin finds something interesting on Tumblr, and there it begins.

Word Count: 2,197

Warnings: swearing, angst.

A/N: This is my first fanfic in English (it’s not my native language), and I had no one to proofread it, so I hope it’s not that bad. And I’m sorry for mentioning Vanessa, I love and respect her, but I just needed more drama here. This is supposed to be part one.

Lin was sitting on the couch in his girlfriend’s apartment where he spent the most of his time staring into his laptop as usual. He was supposed to write another song for his new project but surprisingly he had no ideas. Y/N was at work and he had nothing else to do. So he was scrolling the dashboard on Tumblr when he saw something interesting. It was a blog dedicated to Hamilton cast and it was Y/N’s picture on the profile. He was surprised because no one knew about their relationship. Actually, Y/N was not a celebrity, she worked as a teacher and it seemed strange to Lin that someone associated her with Hamilton. Unless…

Lin clicked the link and saw a description: “Hey there. I’m Y/N. 22. Lin-Manuel trash. ” And then it became clear to Lin. It was Y/N’s old blog. There were Lin’s and his castmates’ pictures almost in every post, Y/N reblogged even some sort of shitty fanfiction about him. That might seem adorable but actually, that was not. Lin thought that it was creepy in some way. Of course, he knew that Y/N were sort of his fan before they met, a lot of people knew who Lin-Manuel Miranda was, but this way? It seemed like an obsession. Completely unhealthy obsession, Lin thought. Although he didn’t have much time to think it over as he heard the door opened.

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I Missed You (Lin x Reader)

Word Count:1,367

Warnings: Swear words, Pessimism, Hospital, Surgery, Fluff

Authors Note: To the person who requested: I hope you feel better soon, and I hope this is what you were looking for. Definitely not my best work, but I’ve been working on this for hours so I think this will be the best it gets :) REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO PLEASE REQUEST YOUR PROMPTS. I ALSO LOVE HEARING FROM YOU GUYS SO PLEASE GIVE ME FEEDBACK. 

Request: Could you please write a one shot where the female reader needs an emergency surgery and Lin kind of helps her through it. I’m in the ER right now and I would really appreciate it. Thanks a lot :)

It happened unexpectedly and quite quickly. Also at the wrong time. Luck was never on your side, and today life decided to throw a big boulder on top of you that crushed you flat. Life was a bitch. You had decided to take a vacation to NYC by yourself to enjoy some time you had off of work. Your idea of a relaxing time off was cut short by an emergency surgery you needed to have. So now you sat in a hospital bed waiting for everything to happen with nobody next to you. “Miss, do you have anybody that you would like to come over before your operation?” a nurse asked. Your operation was going to be in a few hours, and all of your family and friends lived on the opposite side of the country. You knew they wouldn’t be able to make it, and that was a fact. You knew one person in the entire state of New York. Lin. and you hadn’t talked to him for many a years. Last time you saw him was in college. You guys had been best friends, but eventually drifted apart as he went into theater and you headed towards writing. You remembered him giving you a note at graduation with his phone number and a note that said: ‘if you’re ever back in town, call me.’ You had put the number into your phone but never had the guts to call him. That was 10 years ago. You wondered if he still had the same number as you pulled out your phone.
Lin pulled out his phone as he sat in a cafe. ‘Unknown number?’ he thought as he pressed the green button. “Hello?” he asked.
Your heart jumped to your throat, he sounded the same as he did 10 years ago. “Um, HI? Lin?” you said trying to be calm. “Who is this?” he questioned. “So this is going to be really awkward, I don’t even know if you remember me…” you rambled “Y/N?” he said. Lin’s heart skipped a few beats. He was flushed by the countless memories you two shared in college. Every party you two went to, drunken kisses you two shared (which you did not remember *YiKeS*), and his feelings which he had harbored towards you. “And to what do I owe this pleasure to?” he asked a smile spreading his face. “Remember when you gave me that note at graduation? Well I’m back in town… “ you began slowly. “You’re in town?” He questioned. “Yeah and I was wondering if you wanted to meet?” you asked. “When?” “Does right now work?” you asked hurriedly. “Now? Yeah that works” he responded packing all of his belongings back into his backpack, getting ready to leave. “Where are you?” He asked heading out of the cafe trying to catch a taxi. “In the hospital…” you said hoping he wouldn’t back out. “I’m headed there right now” Lin quickly said. When he thought you had hung up, he whispered into his phone “I missed you.”
A few minutes later a familiar person walked through the doors of your hospital room.”Lin!” you exclaimed feeling comfortable around him already. “Y/N!” He said before he realized you were in a hospital gown. He hurried over to you, “Are you ok?, What happened?” he asked. “It’s nothing,  just needed a surgery” you said smiling masking your emotions. Your friendship picked up just where it had left off. He pulled out a chair to sit next to your bed. A few hours must have passed because the nurse walked in. “Mr. Miranda, you have 5 minutes left” she said before walking out. That was when it hit you, you were actually going to have to do this. Lin must have sensed something because he pulled you into a hug. In his embrace you lost your hold on your emotions and began to cry. “Shhhh, Y/N it’s going to be ok, you’re going to be ok” he whispered in your ear, stroking your hair. You pulled yourself together enough to look at him in the face. In this moment Lin made a snap decision, something he had wanted to do for 4 years, and regretted not doing for 10. He used his hand in you hair to bring your face closer to his, and softly placed his lips onto yours, uncertain. Before you could react or say something, the nurse returned and said his five minutes were up and ushered Lin out. You looked at him with wide eyes as he walked out of your room with a beet red face. He had definitely distracted you from your surgery, as your last thought before fading into the powers of anesthesia was Lin.
You woke up in your hospital bed, back in your room. You looked around and saw 20 ‘get well soon’ balloons scattered around your room with a few vases of colorful flowers. Confused, you looked around for a card or some type of addressed item. Your eyes landed on a small post it note stuck to your bedside table. ‘If you’re ever back in town, call me.’ it said. You suddenly remembered all of the events previous to your surgery. You frantically reached for your phone, also by your bedside, and began calling Lin. When he picked up you didn’t actually know what to say. A minute went by of complete silence before you finally broke it. “Lin, I need you” you whispered almost inaudibly. At that Lin was already on his way to the hospital.
He walked in sluggishly not knowing what to expect. When he arrived you smiled up at him slightly. He shuffled his way over to you. “Lin…” you began, your voice raspy. Lin reached for a cup of water by your bedside putting it up to your lips. You gratefully accepted, and took a big gulp. You swallowed before you continued “what happened yesterday Lin?” you asked. He looked at your fragile state before sighing. “I- I’m not quite sure Y/N.” he managed to get out before looking down at his hands. “Yeah, me neither. If you’re gonna kiss me, might as well do it right” you mumbled. His head shot up to look at you. “Shoot, did I say that out loud?” you asked turning red. He answered you by moving a hair out of your face, and leaning into you. This time he added just the right amount of pressure, his lips moving in sync with yours. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip and you opened your mouth slightly letting him come in. Soon enough you went up for air. Panting from the heated kiss. “Was that better?” he asked, slightly chuckling. “Much.” you said, blushing.
He stayed by your side until you were emitted from the hospital, coming by every break he had. “Lin, you really don’t have to come every day” you said looking at him walking into the room. “Wow, and I thought you enjoyed my company.” he said jokingly, putting a hand over his heart. He walked over and pressed a kiss of your temple. “Besides, I come here to check out the cute nurse, not you” he said smirking. You swatted at his arm laughing. He stayed with you until he was called back to work.
You were out of the hospital in no time. Thanks to Lin’s company, time seemed to fly. Today was your last day in New York, and you decided to to out for dinner with Lin. You were outside of your Hotel room Lin following behind you, insisting you got back safe. You turned around after you opened the door. He handed you a small card with his hand writing on it.
‘If you’re ever back in town, call me.”
You smiled and looked up at him. “I hope it doesn’t take another 10 years” he said rubbing his neck, a smile playing with the corners of his mouth. You grabbed him by the collar and pushed his lips onto yours. When you parted you replied “It won’t, I can bet you that.” He turned to leave when you called out to him. “Oh and Lin, I missed you too.”

Stay Alive For Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 13

Originally posted by thedivorcecrockpot

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenaged!Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: Lin finds a teenage girl unconscious at his doorstep and decides to nurse her back to health. As her stay is extended, Lin finds himself attached to the troubled teen that captured his heart.

Words: 2500+

Warnings: Panic Attack, Fluff, Angst, Coming Out

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/ Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve /

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Monday, August 17 (Seven Months Later)~~ 

Hamilton has been on Broadway for about a week now. 

You never saw the Richard Rodgers so hectic and busy as this before. You had stepped into the backstage like normal and was greeted with actors and stagehands bustling to and fro, getting stuff done. You would help out with fetching costumes or arranging props for the opening number. You’d even practice with the ensemble. You had the dance numbers for My Shot, Yorktown, The Schuyler Sisters, and Helpless memorized by heart. You showed Lin and the cast a few times and Lin promised to get you a place in the ensemble in the future. Yeah, he thought you were good enough for Broadway, even though you were sixteen. 

Lin had told you to come to the theater as soon as you finished with your classes for the day. So, once you logged off for the day, you got into an Uber and went to the Richard Rodgers. You brought your homework with you just in case you needed something to do in between shows. You were used to sitting in Lin’s dressing room for hours while the show went on, usually bored as hell. Kail would sometimes come in and smuggle you some doughnuts and a soda, looking after you like a loving uncle, which is why you called him ‘Uncle Kail’. During the intermission, You’d hang out with Renée, Phillipa, and Jasmine in their dressing room while Renée and Phillipa touched up their makeup and changed dresses and while Jasmine transformed from Peggy to Maria. You’d help her with her hair and it would earn you a red kiss mark on your cheek. It kinda sucks since you’re a closet lesbian and haven’t come out yet. Oh well, take it one step at a time, (Y/N). 

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aiwyn  asked:

Thomas pining for James and stuff? Maybe talking to Miranda about it? This is a very vague prompt, I'm sorry

(I love it and it’s perfect shush here you go my friend)

The affair had been continuing for nearly a month. Miranda would come back from her visits to James’ rooms with a flush in her cheeks and a smile on her lips. She was radiant, love had always suited her. And there was no doubt of it; Miranda was in love with James and had been for a while. 

To say Thomas was jealous would be too simple. He was, yes, he was jealous that Miranda could touch and kiss and lay with James when he himself could not. He was jealous that the world only looked down on that relationship because Miranda was married. 

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Happy Birthday Baby

CHAPTER 17 (FINAL CHAPTER)

Miranda leaned in against her Husband and let out a loud groan. Blake supported her body weight and slowly swayed her hips for her to try and ease the tension. As the contraction eased, Miranda let out a big breath and lifted her face out of Blake’s shoulder.

Blake kissed her sweaty forehead and helped her back over to the bed, he could tell that she was having trouble standing, so he helped her back on to the bed, where she sat with crossed legs, leaning forward in to Blake so that he could support her. 

Blake knew she didn’t want to talk, so he ran his hands up and down the sides of her stomach and as the next contraction crept up, Miranda tensed up and squeezed Blake to try and ease the pain a little. As the climax hit, she grunted loudly and Blake frowned as she began to cry gently against his shoulder. He waited for the contraction to end, before he lifted her red face in to his hands so that she was looking at him, her eyes puffy from tears.

“Don’t cry Baby, you’re doing great.” He reassured her and she sighed and winced as the baby shifted inside her, she could feel her moving further down in to her pelvis with every contraction.

“I just want her out!” Miranda complained and Blake nodded understandingly, holding her tighter and using one hand to wipe away her tears.

“I know you’re tired sweetie, but you’re so close now.” He tried to reason but he knew she was fed up and wanted it over with. After 18 hours of contractions, he didn’t know how much more she could endure before she gave up. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

As the contractions began to inch closer together, Miranda cried harder through each one and Blake did his best to coach her through it, but it was obvious how much more intense they were becoming. Miranda was laying on her side and during a particularly strong contraction, he noticed that she spread her legs apart and cried out a little, before automatically starting to push.

When the contraction was over, Blake rubbed her thigh and helped her put her leg back down.

“I want to push.” Miranda muttered as she tried to catch her breath and Blake nodded, pressing the button for the midwife to come in. They had been told that once she had the urge to push, the baby was definitely on its way.

The midwife entered the room a few minutes later mid-contraction and she could tell that Miranda was getting close by the way her husband was holding one leg up and she was pushing lightly through the contraction. When it was over, the midwife gave her a sympathetic smile.

“Are you feeling the urge to push?” She asked and Miranda nodded, spreading her legs out and rolling on to her back, knowing that she would be having an examination. They hurt and it was uncomfortable to have their hands in there, but if it bought her closer to getting the baby out, she would endure it.

Blake rubbed her hand as she squeezed his and he encouraged her as the midwife examined her and Miranda winced at the discomfort. When the midwife’s hand was out, she took off the glove and gave Miranda a reassuring smile. 

“You’re 9 and a half centimetres. If you feel like pushing, then go for it. Your baby is very low down, it won’t be long.”

Miranda breathed a sigh of relief and Blake thanked her as she went to prepare everything she would need for the delivery and page a nurse to assist her. 

When the next contraction hit, it was different to the others and Miranda groaned loudly as the pain moved further down, contracting and squeezing in her lower stomach so the baby would move down. As Miranda started to push, Blake held her leg with one hand and her hand with the other, holding his breath with every push she gave. When it was over, Miranda pulled her hospital gown up and felt just below her belly, where the babies’ head was painfully entering the birth canal.

She barely had 30 seconds, before the next contraction hit and she pushed again, keeping her hand on the spot where she could feel the shape of the babies head and loosing motivation when she couldn’t feel it moving. As she gasped for air, the midwife put her gloves back on and examined her while she pushed, to try and estimate the location of the head.

When it was over, Miranda took deep breaths as her husband wiped the sweat off her forehead and the midwife took her fingers out and looked down at Miranda.

“How about you change positions to try and get her head moving?” She suggested “Let gravity do some of the work.”

Miranda moaned at the thought of having to move, but accepted Blake’s help to get her on her hands and knees, her head up near the head of the bed. As she moved in to the new position, she cried as her whole body ached. Miranda felt the weight of the low-hanging baby shift away from her back and felt a little release as some of the pressure on her spine was released. The relief ended a few seconds later when the next contraction hit and Blake quickly held on to her to support her as she cried out and the midwife lifted the gown to see what was going on.

“That’s it, she’s moving.” The midwife encouraged and Blake snuck a peak behind his wife, not seeing the head, but seeing that she was stretching out as she pushed. She was red and swollen with a little blood and he felt horrible that she had to go through this, but it was almost over and he would have his little girl in his arms soon.

When it was over, Blake was just about to give her a kiss when the next wave of contraction crashed over her and she gripped on to the head of the bed and pushed, her butt moving further up and the midwife smiled, she was making progress. 

For close to an hour, Blake was forced to stand helplessly as his wife sweated and grunted, crying as she pushed. He knew that first babies took a while to descend, but he prayed to God his girl would crown soon, he knew Miranda couldn’t endure much more without collapsing in exhaustion. With every push Miranda gave, the midwife used her gloved fingers to try and stretch her out a little more. She knew this woman was having big baby and she was quiet small in size, so extra stretching would be needed.

“Get your hands out!” Miranda whined as she felt the midwife pulling her apart and the professional sighed.

“I’m sorry, but I need to do this to avoid tearing.” She apologised and Blake kissed her back when she groaned. It was all getting too much and feeling how low down her baby was was scaring her.  

She barely lasted 2 more contractions, before she felt a big shift and she cried out as the baby pushed further down, past her pelvis and in to her pubic area. Blake had a look and couldn’t see the head, but she was opening up as she pushed and there was fluid coming out.

“I need to go to the bathroom!” Miranda suddenly whined and Blake looked at the midwife, unsure how this worked and the midwife just rubbed Miranda’s lower back.

“That’s not poop you’re feeling, that’s your baby.” She assured and Miranda groaned. The midwife knew it was very common for woman to poop while they pushed as they were using the same muscles, but that was something she didn’t need to tell this Mother. 

“I want to get down.” Miranda breathed heavily as she stopped pushing and the midwife nodded, helping Blake to very slowly roll her back on to her back, Miranda crying as she was moved. As soon as she was on her back, Blake pulled the bed up a little so that she was half-sitting and Miranda spread her legs as far as she could manage, finding a little relief in doing so. 

While the midwife checked the baby’s heart rate, one of the nurses put sterile white sheets all under Miranda’s bottom and gave Blake a pat on the back. He looked a little faint, but he was holding it together for his wife’s sake. 

During the next few contractions Miranda pushed he chin to her chest and pushed as hard as she could mange while Blake and the midwife watched her open and close, straining with every push. When she pooped out a little during the stronger pushes, the midwife simply wiped it away and Blake ignore it, he didn’t care if she pooped as long as it helped get their baby out. 

After almost 2 hours of pushing, Miranda used her hand to pull back her thighs and as she pushed, she cried out loudly as something round and hard poked through her entrance. Blake hated how much this was hurting her, but he couldn’t help but smile as he grabbed her hand and squeezed it, never keeping his eyes off the tip of his daughters head. 

“You’re doing it Sweetie, she’s right there!” Blake encouraged and as the contraction ended, Miranda collapsed in to the back of the bed and closed her eyes while one of her husbands hands held hers and his other wiped back the loose strand of hair on her forehead. She shifted her butt and groaned as she was stretched some more, before the next contraction washed over her and Blake supported her as she bared down.

As she pushed as hard as she could, the head began to shift very slowly and as she gave up, Miranda called out as the head began to crown, stretching her out more than she wanted to stretch.

“It’s burning!” She cried and Blake kissed her sweaty forehead as the midwife used her fingers to spread out Miranda’a stretching opening. 

“I know, it’s supposed to burn.” The midwife assured gently but that sans;t comforting anyone.

As Miranda cried and tried to stop herself from screaming, Blake looked down at the crowning head, stuck in the same position so she could stretch and make room for the rest of it. He didn’t understand how she was stretching this much without ripping apart and he knew there was still more baby to get out yet. He felt sick as he watched amniotic fluids and blood drain around her skin, but this was one of those situations where he needed to get his shit together for her sake.

“Do you want to feel the head?” The midwife asked Miranda and she shook her head. She was focusing too much on not screaming and didn’t think she could manage it. 

“Do you?” The midwife asked Blake and he looked at the mess a little dumbfounded, but knew he wanted to be the first hand to touch his baby. He gave Miranda’s hands another squeeze, before he reached his hand down and ran is fingers around the crown. 

He almost cried as he felt the little bits of hair on top of his daughter’s head, but at the same time, he could feel with his fingers just how tight Miranda was stretched and he hated that he knew she was going to tear. Only the first few centimetres of the head was out, so he knew the rest of the baby was going to be even bigger. 

When Miranda groaned at the touch, Blake pulled his hand away and wiped off the gunk on one of the sheets, before he took a deep breath and went back to Miranda’s side. He grabbed her tense hand in his and kissed it gently.

“Feel her, Baby.” He encouraged, knowing she would regret it if she didn’t and when Miranda didn’t respond, Blake took her hand and guided it down between her legs and she gasped as she felt the top of the head, tears falling down her face.

“That’s her?” She breathed, trying to ignore the pain for a second and feel the hair on the bubba’s head and Blake leaned in to kiss her. 

“That’s our baby.” He clarified in a whisper as their foreheads met and Blake kissed her. He didn’t care that she was sweaty and exhausted, or that she had vomited up the food she had been given. He kissed her anyway, because at that moment he was amazed by her strength and she had their daughter coming out of her. To Blake, kissing his wife while she was such a mess was the most romantic feeling in the world. 

The sweetness was short lived, however, when another contraction crept up and Miranda kept one hand on her baby’s head and the other squeezing her Husbands hand, she moaned loudly as she pushed down. She did it twice, before she got sick of the excruciating burning and pushed harder than she had before. As she cried and pushed, the midwife tried to gently guide the baby and as the rest of the head emerged, Blake bit his lip as trails of blood tricked down below her vagina. It was obvious that she was tearing, not just from the visible blood, but from the louder cries escaping his wife’s throat. 

As the head stretched through Miranda’s tight entrance, Miranda collapsed against the bed and tried to catch her breath, while the midwife checked that the chord wasn’t wrapped around the baby’s neck and Blake watched on in amazement. As he looked at the baby’s squishy red face, he was already falling in love and his eyes were getting cloudy with tears. Miranda closed her eyes and tried to breathe as Blake leaned down to kiss her forehead as their hands squeezed together. Miranda could feel the baby’s face with her spare hand and the only thing keeping her together, was the feeling she got as she traced the outlines of her little girls nose and lips. 

Blake rubbed his thumbs over Miranda’s hand and blinked away his tears as he watched the midwife slowly turn the baby’s head and support the neck with her hand as they waited on another contraction. As Miranda tried to breath easier, Blake frowned at how big the baby’s head looked against Miranda’s exposed pelvis floor. He could see just how far she had stretched out, but he was concerned that the shoulders would be even more of a stretch. 

When Miranda managed to get herself together a little, the next contraction crept up and Blake helped her sit up a little more as she put her chin to her chest and pushed down, grunting as the midwife tried to encourage one of the baby’s shoulders to come out before the other. As soon as Miranda gasped for air, she took another gulp of oxygen and bared down again, but as she pushed, she wasn’t making any progress. 

When the baby’s head had been out for close to 5 minutes and the shoulders weren’t budging, Blake frowned as he looked down at her skin, it just wasn’t stretching any further and she had amniotic fluid laced with blood oozing out around the baby’s head. 

“Miranda, I need you to really push now. We need to get this baby out.” The midwife said firmly and Miranda started crying harder as Blake kept one hand squeezing hers, while the other was lining her back, supporting the back of her neck to keep her more upright. Miranda took a deep breath and pushed and cried, her frustration boiling over as she reached down and felt that her baby wasn’t moving.

The midwife frowned when the baby still didn’t shift and as Miranda gave up her pushing and cried, her Husband did his best to stroke her and comfort her as she cried in panic.

“I’m just going to make a little cut to make more room.” The midwife said gently, trying to keep the situation calm and Miranda’s eyes shot open and she cried out as she watched the midwife reach over for the silver sterile scissors.

“No!” She whined loudly and Blake looked between his wife’s face and the part of his baby that was stuck inside her, knowing this was necessary.

“It’s okay Sweetheart, she needs to come out.” He tried to assure her but he was feeling like he would hurl as he watched those scissors curl through the midwife’s fingers. Blake tried to look away and moved a little closer towards Miranda’s head. He gave her face a kiss and squeezed her as she cried in protest. 

The midwife wiped something yellow over the skin stretched around the baby’s head and Blake leaned in closer to Miranda to hold her close, but Miranda had other ideas. She absolutely refused to have a woman cut her vagina with a pair of scissors, no matter how much pain she was in, so she basically pushed her Husband’s arms out of the way and grunted as she was helped sit up further. As she looked down between her legs, she closed her eyes and was horrified at the mess. As her hands grabbed around her thighs, she pulled her legs back as far as she could and Blake helped support her as she pushed down and cried out, putting energy she didn’t know she possessed in to it. 

As Miranda bared down, the midwife frowned as she watched the baby’s shoulder force it’s way out, a trail of blood escaping with it, but she put the scissors down and encouraged Miranda as she tried to guide the baby out as gently as she could. Blake watched his wife in complete amazement as she took control of the situation and tortured herself to get the baby moving again. He kept one hand firmly on hers, while he shuffled down and cried silently as his baby’s shoulders were freed and her pink slimy body forced it’s way out. 

Miranda hollered out as the baby’s torso was gently pulled by the midwife and just like that, a brand new life entered the world, followed quickly by a gush of amniotic fluid. Miranda collapsed against the bed and tried to get her breathing steady as Blake stood dumbfounded for a second as his emotions boiled over and he couldn’t help but cry as his baby was placed on the soiled white sheets and the midwife patted her back.

“Is she okay?” He managed to choke out and once the midwife had suctioned out the gunk from her nose and mouth, the pink blob of a person’s lungs filled with air and the midwife didn’t even have to answer his question. 

As their child’s first cry filled the room, Blake helped prop his wife up and the midwife lifted the crying babe. Blake quickly unclipped Miranda’s gown and pulled it off, knowing baby’s needed immediate skin to skin contact. As the baby was placed stomach down on Miranda’s chest, Miranda immediately burst in to tears. After just over 19 hours, this was the moment she had worked for. She was exhausted, her groin was throbbing and burning, but at the moment her whole world was confined to the tiny person crying on her bare chest. Blake’s lips found Miranda’s and they locked on and simply cried together, their ears rejoicing in the shrieks of the person they couldn’t quite believe was lying between them. 

“I love you so much.” Blake whispered against his wife’s cracked lips and she sobbed with him, their tears falling together as she managed to croak a reply.

“I love you too.” 

Miranda pulled her head back and reached it down to kiss the top of her little girls skull. She was covered in gunk, but that was the last thing Miranda cared about. Both her and Blake’s hands rubbed over her brand new chubby body and their faces breathed against hers as she calmed down and found a little comfort in the hands of the people who loved her unconditionally.

“She’s perfect.” Blake breathed as his face rested against Miranda’s breast and his finger gently stroked the droopy skin of his daughter’s cheek. Miranda closed her eyes and used one hand to hold her brand new baby against her, while the other rubbed the back of her Husband’s head. Her heart was so full that she could barely stand it, and she couldn’t help the constant sobs escaping her. 

The midwife did her best to try and clean Miranda up, but she knew the new family needed these moments to bond together, so she let them be and the nurse took Blake’s camera and took photo’s so they could remember. Blake stared in to his daughter’s eyes when they finally opened and their gazed met for a few moments as Blake and Miranda both cried.

“She looks just like you.” Miranda breathed as her heart expanded when she saw the giant baby blues that were squinting on her daughter’s face, it was like staring in to her husbands eyes. Blake smiled against her and he reached his face up to kiss Miranda’s sweaty head again.

“I’m so proud of you.” He mumbled against her, unable to fully comprehend how she had managed to get his tiny little love in to the world and Miranda just kissed his stubbly face in response, before they both went back to admiring their little one, who was squirming against her Mother’s warm, naked chest. 

“I love you Sweetheart.” Miranda whispered against her baby’s squished up face and Blake choked back more tears, his whole being overflowing with love for his girls. 

As he kept his hands around them, Blake’s cheek nestled back in to Miranda’s exposed chest and he stared at his baby as her hands grasped on to her Momma’s sweaty skin. He just could not comprehend that this perfect little girl in front of him was theirs. She was unwashed and her umbilical chord was still intact, but Blake just didn’t care. She was perfect and she was his. He didn’t understand what he had done right in life to deserve two girls who were so breathtakingly beautiful.

“I love you baby girl.” Blake spoke quietly and his daughter looked up in to his eyes as her mouth blew little spit bubbles, making Blake cry in pride. 

He reached over and his mouth ever so gently connected with the wet skin on her pouted little lips. As his mouth met hers for the first time, he was amazed at how tiny and vulnerable she felt against him. He knew she was going to be his whole world, there was nothing in the world he would rather devote his life to. He very softly kissed her parted lips and his forehead rested against her tiny little one, as he closed his eyes and breathed in his future.

 “Happy Birthday Baby.” 

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i just really want to cry right now, i mean, just look. look at how far lin has come, from a small innocent bean performing a demo of alexander hamilton, alone, in front of the president of the united states.

and now, he has the recognition, fanbase, and support that he has always deserved.

and seeing him and his hamilsquad perform at the white house and everything and hes sO HAPPY AND HE DESERVES THIS SO MUCH YOU GUYS BLESS THIS EARTH AND WHATEVER MIRACLE BROUGHT US LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA

Niall Imagine. " You can't have kids and then you found out you're pregnant"

“ So? are we goin’ t’ be parents?” Niall asked you.

“ No yet honey” You said a bit sad looking at the pregnancy test in your hands. 

“ I don’ get it babe, we have two weeks tryin’ t’ have a baby and still fuckin’ nothin’! ” he said sitting on the bed.

“  I want this as much as you Niall!  i’m trying, I seriously am” you said sitting beside him and holding his hand.
Niall softened his frowned face and kissed the back of your hand.

“ I’m sorreh’ love. Its just that, i love yeh so much and i want t’ start a family with yeh. Can you imagine it? a liddle boy or girl running around the house, with yer hair and my eyes. " 

Hearing Niall talking about having a baby with you made you cry.
He seemed so happy and excited about it  that i disappointed you to not be the one making him happy.

"We’ll go to see the doctor tomorrow alright?” you said and he nodded.

*** NEXT MORNING AT THE DR.’S OFFICE***

“ Do you want me to go with you?” He asked standing up from the chair.

“ No, its okay. I’m a big girl now” you smiled. Niall kissed your forehead and smiled sitting again on the chair. 

“ Good evening Ms. (Y/N), I’m Miranda” She said shaking your hand. “ what’s happening?”

“ My boyfriend and I’ve been trying to have a baby, but i the tests always end up negative”

“Alright. Let me check you a bit alright? ” You nodded.

***
When you entered to the waiting room, Niall was sitting on the same chair looking at two little kids playing on a corner. 
You couldn’t take it anymore and started to cry. Niall saw you and immediately stood up in front of you.

“ babe?” He said looking at you. “ why are yeh cryin’?" 

His face turned from happy to concerned, making you cry harder.

” I’ll tell you at home.“ you said sobbing.

Niall nodded with a worried expression on his face. 
You both made it back home in silent.

” take a seat.“ you told him and he did.

” baby you’re making me worry, what did the doctor said?“

” Niall, you make me feel so happy and loved everyday and the less i can do to return the favor is having a beautiful child with you. But i can’t , the doctor said i can’t have children for a problem with my body.“ You said starting to cry again. "and I’m so sorry i cant give you the family you want Niall, I’m sorry, i’m so so sorry. Maybe you need to find someone else" 

Niall kept silent. He stood up and kissed you gently but with so much passion at the same time, when he pulled away he had tears in his eyes.

” i don’t want to be with anyone else love, I love you no matter if you give me a baby or not. We can always adopt a little baby and raise him or her like our own.
I love you with all i have and more ‘kay we are going to work this out alright?“  You nodded and sighed in relief before kissing him again.

Niall and you tried one more time before looking for a baby to adopt. 
One morning after a few weeks, you started to feel sick so you decided to go to the doctor again.

When you came back home. Niall was sitting on the couch watching tv. You approached him and kissed him smiling.

” Someone’s happy today?“ Niall asked you after pulling away from the kiss.

” You tell me.“ You said handing him a piece of paper folded in half.

He opened and looked at you smiling.

” You are pregnant?“ He asked and you nodded still smiling.” but how?“

” I took some vitamins the doctor gave and problem solved!“ 
Niall hugged you and kissed you.

” we are going to be the best parents in the world" he kissed you again.

“ and you’re going to be the cutest baby in the world” he said kissing your tummy. 

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A/N: MASSIVE SORRY FOR THE WAIT DARLIN' 
imagine dedicated to yeslittlebutterfly 
you didnt gave me yout name honey so i used (Y/N) hope you dont mind!

If you liked it please let me know!♥

have a lovely day ! <3

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You couldn’t take it anymore, so you ran into the box and sat there to get calm. This was the first time that you realised you maybe never get out of the maze and might be stuck in here forever. The thought of that makes you sad.

“Miranda? Are you alright?” You heard from above. There was this blonde, strong looking guy standing there and by his face expression, he looked very worried.
“I’m alright, Gally” you said, while wiping some of your tears away.

Gally didn’t hesitated and jumped into the box and wrapped his arms around you, which made you cry. “I know you are not, y/n” Gally said “so tell me what is up”
You didn’t want to tell him, because it might scare him, but you decided to tell him.

“We will never leave this maze and that scares me very much” you could bring out in between your sobs.
“Y/n, we will get out of this maze, together” Gally said “I promise you” by these words, he planted a kiss on your forehead.

things i noticed
  • AJ’s grandma almost frantic when she thought Mike may be arresting her even though she is aware that she has done nothing wrong, she still thinks Mike is going to arrest her, and even putts her hands up
  • AJ’s face while being pinned to the ground
  • he did not necessarily resist
  • he did not say much besides “im with mike”
  • the way the cop handled AJ/ the situation as soon as he saw AJ
  • the absolutely calm-like-fear AJ had across his face
  • The cop didnt just assume AJ was part of the crime because he was in the area, he racially profiled AJ
  • The cop didnt even attempt to read AJ his miranda rights
  • The cop had the most disgusted look on his face when he had to “apologize”
  • AJ has been failed by the foster care system as a young black male foster kid
  • AJ is slowly letting Mike into his life
  • Mike really cares for AJ
  • Aj and Mike really need each other

  • those scenes were absolutely haunting and i hope they opened eyes for people who have stayed silent on whats been going on in the news in  the US