#lin manuel fluff

[sgfgmichaelrry]

do i write a luke castellan angst/comfort fic where he basically vents about his parental daddy issues to reader and reader comforts him? like especially after ep. 6, the tension is through the ROOF. anyway, lmk because thots are being thunk 😋

[zmxchs]

Like a Father - lin manuel miranda

Father figure!Lin x underage!reader

Fluff ☁️

Trigger: Anxiety; abusive parents

The cool evening air kissed your skin as you walked down the steps of the theater, the echo of applause still ringing in your ears. You had just seen Lin-Manuel Miranda’s latest Broadway performance, and though you’d seen him perform before, tonight was different. There was something about his words, his energy, that had resonated deep within you. It was like you could feel every emotion from the stage wrap around your heart, and for the first time in a long while, you felt... understood. Even in a room full of strangers, you had felt less alone.

As you made your way toward the exit, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Your heart sank as you saw the name flash across the screen—another text from home. You almost didn’t want to open it. The familiar knot of anxiety gripped your chest. You quickly put it back in your pocket and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling.

But the feeling didn't go away. It rarely did. It was always there, just beneath the surface, waiting for a moment to remind you of everything you were trying to escape.

Before you knew it, you were outside the theater, trying to make your way through the crowd of excited theatergoers. The bright lights, the bustling people, all of it felt so overwhelming. You didn’t know why you had come here alone—maybe to find some peace, maybe to escape—but it only seemed to amplify the suffocating feeling.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You stopped in your tracks, heart skipping a beat at the sound of the voice. You turned, and your breath caught in your throat.

Lin-Manuel Miranda was standing in front of you, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. It took you a moment to process what was happening. You had seen him on stage, in interviews, even on TV, but never like this. He was just... here. In front of you.

“Are you—are you talking to me?” you stammered, unsure if this was real.

Lin chuckled softly, the sound warm and inviting. “Yeah, I’m talking to you. You look like you could use a friend.” He took a step closer, his gaze gentle, like he was trying to see past the walls you had built up. “I’m Lin, by the way.”

You blinked, still processing the reality of the situation. “I—yeah, I know who you are.”

“Good,” he said with a smile. “I don’t mean to interrupt, but you looked... well, you didn’t look like you were having the best time out here. You okay?”

His concern caught you off guard, and for a second, you didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t want to make a scene, didn’t want to explain everything that had been weighing on your mind, but the rawness of his sincerity made it hard to hide.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, though it wasn’t true. The words felt like an automatic response, a defense mechanism to avoid showing how fragile you really felt.

Lin, however, didn’t let it go. “You sure? Because it seems like you’re carrying a lot.” His tone was gentle, but firm, like he wasn’t going to let you pretend it wasn’t there.

You looked up at him, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself drop the act. You didn’t know why, but something about Lin’s presence made you feel like you could trust him. Maybe it was because you had seen how much of himself he put into his work, how he wore his heart on his sleeve. Or maybe it was because, in that moment, you just needed someone to see you.

“I just... it’s hard sometimes,” you admitted, your voice quieter now. “I don’t know if I’m enough for everyone. I try, but it feels like I’m always failing.”

Lin’s expression softened, and before you knew it, he was stepping closer to you, a comforting, understanding smile playing on his lips. “I get that,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. “You know, when I was younger, I used to feel that way too. Like I wasn’t enough. Like I wasn’t doing enough for the people around me. But you know what I learned?”

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

“You don’t have to be everything for everyone,” he continued, his words full of the same honesty that you had heard on stage, but now they felt personal. “You’re enough just as you are. You’re allowed to have bad days, to feel overwhelmed. But it doesn’t mean you’re failing. It just means you’re human.”

His words struck deep. For the first time in ages, you felt like you weren’t alone in how you felt. Like someone understood the weight that was constantly pressing on your chest, the anxiety, the fear. Lin had somehow pierced through all the barriers you had built, and you found yourself breathing a little easier.

“Thank you,” you whispered, not quite believing you were having this conversation with Lin-Manuel Miranda, but feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude.

Lin gave you a small nod, his expression soft. “Anytime, kid. Anytime. You know, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m just a message away. I don’t have all the answers, but I’ll listen. And sometimes, that’s enough.”

You smiled, genuinely, for the first time that evening. “I’ll remember that.”

Weeks later, after your impromptu encounter outside the theater, you found yourself reaching out to Lin in a moment of crisis. The anxiety had built up, and the stress of home—of everything—was too much to bear. You didn’t know who else to turn to, but the memory of his kindness stayed with you.

He responded almost immediately.

Lin: “Hey. I’m here. Let’s talk whenever you’re ready. Don’t do this alone.”

And so you did. You talked. You shared the weight of your struggles, the pain of your home life, the way it all felt too much at times. Lin never judged. He didn’t try to fix you. He just listened, really listened, as if your pain mattered. Every message from him was like a lifeline, a reminder that you didn’t have to do it all on your own.

As the weeks turned into months, your bond deepened. Lin became a steady presence in your life, offering guidance, humor, and above all, understanding. The anxiety, though it still lingered, felt more manageable with his support. You learned to breathe through it, to take it one moment at a time. And though he was thousands of miles away, his words still felt like a safe space.

One evening, you reached out again, but this time, you weren’t alone. Lin had invited you to visit him after one of his Broadway shows. And when you stepped into the backstage area, your nerves flared. But there he was, standing in front of you, that same comforting smile lighting up his face.

“Hey, kid,” he said warmly. “You good?”

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you walked toward him. This time, you didn’t have to hide. Lin was right there, your father figure in all the ways that mattered, helping you navigate a world that so often felt overwhelming.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice steadier. “I’m okay. I think I’m gonna be okay.”

And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed it.

[anxietyprxme]

zagreus: omg than! hello:)

thanatos:

zagreus: ummm hello???

zagreus walks up to thanatos and places an arm on his shoulder. thanatos turns around.... it's lin manuel miranda in thanatos clothes.

lin manuel miranda: In the eye of a hurricane

There is quiet

For just a moment

A yellow sky

When I was seventeen a hurricane

Destroyed my town

I didn't drown

I couldn't seem to die

I wrote my way out

Wrote everything down far as I could see

I wrote my way out

[milesandcorysupermacy]

YOU KNOCK ME OUT I FALL APART (idk why but the last headcannon made me think of hamilton)

Do you have any other miles 42 headcanons?

hiii !! i have a few romantic ones, like how he'd act like around his crush >:> here they are, i hope you like them!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

miles g. morales falling for you headcanons !!

he'd definitely overthink about how he feels about you, because despite coming off as a rizz master, boy has no clue on what to do with these butterflies in his stomach and the warmth he feels when you're close by or when you give him a smile, LIKEEEE he knows how to pull, he just doesn't know what to do when he gets pulled

he'd do the same as his counterpart in 1610 and find himself drawing, sketching, painting you through his graffiti--you left a lasting impression on him that made him want to see you a whole lot, and without even realizing it, he's expressing that need to want to see you, be around you through putting his image of you out through his art.

he pays attention to the little things you do :> he does seem apathetic and stoic at times, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you. he's observant, and when you have all his attention, you bet he's gonna notice all the little things you do and just admire you and how cute you are.

he is definitely a nerd. i think if you caught him with a keychain or pin of his favorite game or show and just complimented him about it, or talked to him about it, he would fall harder for you.

he talks to his uncle a lot about you, and it was through his uncle aaron that he realized he was falling in love when he walked miles through those feelings he couldn't really name or place his finger on.

he feels more confident about himself through the little compliments you give him, even though you might mean them in a friendly way. it really brightens his day when you tell him his shoes look nice, that his braids look beautiful, that he looks a little nicer than he did before--little do you know he tweaks himself up a little bit subconsciously due to your compliments, takes better care of himself, pays more attention to how he looks for you.

HE PRACTICES RIZZING YOU UP WHEN HE LOOKS AT HIMSELF IN THE MIRRORRRRR

+ rio once walked in on him doing that and kept teasing him about it

++ she told uncle aaron and they did not shut up about it, with uncle aaron telling him to just play cool as miles is flustered, embarrassed, sweaty in the palms, and shaky in the knees about it HEHE

he tells himself to always 'be cool' around you and when he feels confident about himself facing you, he loses all the confidence he had prior to you catching up with him to talk, and becomes a melting, stuttering mess when you get too close or your gaze becomes a little too piercing.

+ when you smile at him, he FALLS APARTTTTT

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @solecitoszn @q2ie @zalayni @anikaluv @conitagray

[mononijikayu]

“dear theodosia” — gojo satoru.

"I'll be here," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "I won't let you become a story. I'll fight with everything I have to be here, to see you grow, to love you." “Satoru, you’ll live a long and happy life with us, with me,” you said, looking at him tenderly. Worry echoed in your eyes, though. “You and I, we will grow old together. And die on the same day with our grandchildren and great-grandchildren around us.”

GENRE: post hidden - inventory arc (2010s)

WARNING/S: domesticity, fluff, family, comfort, angst, trauma, implied death, violence, romance, hurt/comfort, character death depiction of death, depictions of loss and depression, mention of pregnancy, mention of breastfeeding, mention of postpartum effects, depiction of the aftermath of birth, depiction of parenthood, depiction of blood, depiction of killing, depiction of suffering, depiction of anxiety, mention of death, mention of grief, profanity, family drama;

WORDS: 4.6k words

LISTEN: dear theodosia by lin manuel miranda and leslie odom jr.

NOTE: prepared to be sick of me because this entire time, you'll only be getting musical themed song inspired stuff because the songs have gotten back to me and kicked me into the nostalgia of musicals. anyway, this was so cute to me. i love dad-satoru so much. i hope i can write more of him. enjoy this a lot guys, i love you~ <3

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u s and t h e m

spoilers about shinjuku showdown

GOJO SATORU THINKS HE WAS NEVER BUILT FOR DOMESTIC LIFE. When he was younger, he thought he would live a life of solitary proportions. Sure, the elders would have pushed him to marry one way or another and force him to start a family. But he knew his heart wouldn’t have been in it. He knew that nothing in him would be genuine. And he didn’t want that. If he was being honest, his greatest fear was the lonesomeness that comes with his birth. His power had promised him the world. He knew from the moment he could think that he would not be a man among humanity — no, he would be a god. But it was quite clear that being on top is lonely, being a god is lonely, and he hated it.

He never thought that both of you would end up being together. Let alone that he would willingly settle down with anyone. You never truly seemed to be someone that loved that idea — you were still reeling from heartbreak. And him? He was left behind by the person he thought was his shadow, shattered with nothing. It wasn’t ideal, but he thought that you understood. He thought that you both had enough broken pieces between the two of you to be whole again. That if misery was an enemy, then the two of you would win. He was willing to bet on that.

And so, he took the gamble. He opened up, letting you see the cracks and scars that he had hidden for so long. He exposed his vulnerabilities, hoping you would do the same. It was a tentative beginning, filled with uncertainty and hesitation, but gradually, you both found solace in each other’s presence. 

The nights were the hardest, haunted by the ghosts of past loves and lost dreams. Yet, somehow, those shared moments of silence, the comfort of a warm hand, and the whispered confessions in the dark, made the loneliness bearable. You both learned to navigate the labyrinth of each other’s fears and insecurities, finding strength in the shared understanding that neither of you was alone anymore.

He was surprised by how naturally the pieces fell into place. Your laughter became a balm for his weary soul, and your touch grounded him in a way he never thought possible. Slowly, he started to see a future he had never dared to dream of – a future where he wasn’t isolated at the pinnacle of power, but rather, standing beside you, sharing the burdens and the joys.

He realized that the life he once dreaded, a life intertwined with another’s, was not a cage, but a liberation. The family he had feared would be forced upon him became a chosen haven of love and understanding. The heart he thought was too shattered to feel again began to beat with a new, hopeful rhythm.

In you, he found not just a partner, but a kindred spirit, someone who had been forged in the same fires of pain and loss. Together, you built something beautiful from the ruins, proving that even gods could find grace in the embrace of another’s love. And in that love, he discovered that being on top didn’t have to mean being alone. Instead, it meant having someone to share the view, someone to hold his hand as they looked down at the world together.

Gojo Satoru looked at you now, watching your sleeping form. It had only been a few days since he was released from the prison realm. Throughout that time, he couldn’t help but think about you. Thinking about how you were waiting for him. How your son was going to be waiting for his father to come home. Megumi, Tsumiki, his beloved students. They were all waiting for him. But when he saw you, he didn’t know what came over him. He rushed to you, and your arms opened wide. Just for him.

Time didn’t pass in the prison realm — but for you it did. He could see it. How tired you were. How all of this grief and pain, and suffering had cost you dearly. Your tears felt hot against his shoulders, your cries of relief bellowing through his entire body. He could feel it all; he could never forget it. Even now, he couldn’t. In all of your marriage, he had cost you dearly. You had sacrificed a lot of your life trying to help him achieve his dream for the Jujutsu world. You stood by him no matter what. You made a home for him anywhere and everywhere. You gave him everything.

As he watched you sleep, he marveled at your resilience. The lines on your face told stories of battles fought and won, of nights spent waiting and worrying, of unwavering love and dedication. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch light, as if afraid to wake you from your well-deserved rest. 

In that quiet moment, he made a silent vow. He promised himself that he would make up for all the time lost, for all the pain and sacrifices you endured. He would be the husband and father you deserved, the man who stood beside you as an equal, not just a protector. The burden of his power and his duties had always weighed heavily on him, but he realized now that he didn’t have to carry it alone.

You stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping your lips, and his heart swelled with an overwhelming love and gratitude. The world outside was filled with uncertainties and dangers, but here, in this moment, everything felt right. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, a promise of better days to come.

“I’m home,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with conviction. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to hope. Hope for a future where the weight of his responsibilities didn’t overshadow the simple joys of life. A future where he could see his son grow up, where he could laugh with his family, where he could find solace in your embrace every night. And with that hope, he drifted into a peaceful sleep beside you, ready to face whatever came next with you by his side.

He couldn’t believe it. How content you had made him — how happy you had made him. And now, he thought you had made him even happier. Even with all that had come to pass, he didn’t think it was a bad thing. He could feel it when he looked at you with his Six Eyes. You probably hadn’t been able to find yourself, being so busy holding everything together in his absence. Yet he could feel it. He could feel the life you had created bubbling in your belly. He could feel it echo with the essence of him and you.

A smile crept onto his face as he gently placed his hand on your stomach, feeling the faint flutter of new life beneath his fingertips. It was as if the universe had given him a second chance, a chance to be there for you and the new life you were bringing into the world. This tiny, growing miracle was a testament to your strength and resilience, a symbol of hope and renewal.

He marveled at the thought of another child, another chance to build a family filled with love and warmth. The future, which had once seemed so bleak and uncertain, now held promise and joy. He thought of your son, soon to be a big brother, and how they would grow up together, surrounded by the love and support of their parents and siblings.

Satoru's heart swelled with gratitude and love as he kissed your belly softly, whispering words of promise to the life growing within you. "I'm here, little baby." he murmured, his voice tender and filled with conviction. "I'll always be here for you, for all of us."

Satoru then held your belly, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your skin. You stirred slightly, a sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you murmured groggily, "That tickles."

He chuckled softly, his laughter like a soothing balm. "Sorry," he whispered, not really meaning it but enjoying the sound of your sleepy voice.

You sighed contentedly, your eyes half-opening to meet him. "Do you know?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "That you’re pregnant again? I can see the baby growing."

You laughed softly, the sound filling the quiet room. "You didn't see Satoshi last time, you know." you teased.

Satoru pouted playfully, his expression a mix of mock offense and genuine amusement. Even with just the moonlight, his childishness can be seen so clearly too. "Satoshi was already too strong as a baby," he defended himself. "He concealed his presence from his papa."

You giggled, reaching up to touch his cheek. "He is his father's son, after all."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes softening with love. "I guess he is," he admitted, a hint of pride in his voice. "But this time, I won't miss a thing. I'll be here, every step of the way."

You smiled, feeling a wave of warmth and gratitude wash over you. "I know you will, Satoru." you said softly, your heart swelling with love for the man beside you. “You’ve never failed at that before.”

Satoru's hand remained on your belly, his tone blossoming with so much love. "I can't wait to meet our new little one." he whispered, his voice filled with awe and anticipation. “I’ve always wanted to have a big family.”

“I know.” You whispered to him, taking his other hand and holding it close with your own. “You’ve talked about it before.”

“But it was just hard…..with everything.” He hums, laying his back against the bed frame. “Now it’s going to be even harder — everyone knows about Satoshi now. And now….”

You shake your head at him. “We will be fine. As we always have been. It will be okay, Satoru. You will save Megumi, the kids. You will do us proud. And we’ll finally get our happily ever after.”

Silence engulfed Satoru for a moment. He kept thinking about his own father. His father had died when he was too young, so he didn’t remember anything about him. But he heard stories. He was a rough man to all, but his mother remembered him differently. And so she had a different story to tell.

Gojo Satoru didn’t want to voice it out loud, but he was worried. He worried that, just like his father, he would be a story to his child. That he would be nothing but a forgotten memory. He wanted to be there. He wanted to be someone who loved his child. He wanted his child to know him as Satoshi did. But he didn’t know what would happen now. He still had to face Sukuna and Kenjaku. And it wasn't that he lacked confidence, but he worried still. He worried, and it hurt him. He felt his heart be heavy about this, more than ever.

As he stared at your loving face, the weight of his fears pressed down on him. The thought of leaving you and his children behind, of becoming just another story, filled him with a deep, aching sorrow. He wanted to be more than a legend or a distant memory; he wanted to be a father, a husband, a man who was present and involved in the lives of those he loved.

His hand tightened slightly on your belly, as if trying to anchor himself to the present moment, to the promise of the future growing inside you. He leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against your stomach, closing his eyes as he whispered a silent vow to himself and to his unborn child.

"I'll be here," he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. "I won't let you become a story. I'll fight with everything I have to be here, to see you grow, to love you."

“Satoru, you’ll live a long and happy life with us, with me,” you said, looking at him tenderly. Worry echoed in your eyes, though. “You and I, we will grow old together. And die on the same day with our grandchildren and great-grandchildren around us.”

He looked into your eyes, seeing the determination and love there, and felt a warmth spread through his chest. Your unwavering belief in their future together eased some of his fears, but the worry in your eyes mirrored his own. He didn’t want you to worry, he doesn’t like it. Not especially in your condition. But he thinks that you can’t help it. You love him. And loving him will always have its worst. Love after all is a curse among men.

"I want that," he whispered, his hand caressing your cheek. "I want to grow old with you, to see our children grow up, to be surrounded by family. I want to be there for all of it."

He lifted his head, meeting your concerned gaze. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice thick with unspoken fears. "I just... I want to be here. For you, for Satoshi, for our new baby. I don’t want to be just a memory."

You cupped his face, your eyes searching for him. "You won't be." you assured him, your voice filled with unwavering confidence. "We'll face whatever comes together. You're not alone in all of this, my love.”

Satoru nodded, swallowing hard as he tried to push past the lump in his throat. Your words, your presence, gave him strength. He knew the battles ahead would be daunting, but he also knew he had something worth fighting for, something worth living for. You, Satoshi, this babe, Megumi, his beloved students, his adored friends — you were worth living for. You were worth returning from hell from.

"I love you, darling." he whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips. "And I promise, I'll do everything I can to stay with you. To be the father our children deserve."

Your fingers caressed his cheek, your smile a beacon of hope and reassurance. "And we love He smiled, his eyes shimmering with affection. “I know. I love you too.”

You grinned at him and leaned toward him, your lips pressing against his. "And I can't wait to see you as a papa again," you replied, your voice filled with equal parts excitement and tenderness. “You’ll be so beloved by this babe, Satoru. And I know you’ll love our child so much too.”

“I already love them,” he whispered, his smile the epitome of joy itself. “I can imagine it already. They’re moving so powerfully in your belly. I’m pretty sure they’re going to blow us all away.”

You laughed, the sound bright and full of hope. “Can you imagine, Yaga teaching this kid the way Gakuganji has taught me?”

Satoru chuckled, the thought filling him with a mix of amusement and anticipation. "Oh, that would be something to see. Another little powerhouse in the making. But you know, with our combined stubbornness and spirit, I think we’re going to have our hands full.”

"Definitely," you agreed, your eyes sparkling with joy. "But we'll manage. We always do."

He nodded, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Yeah, we will. Together."

"You will be," you replied firmly, your hand covering his. "We'll make it through this, Satoru. Together. We'll have the future we've always dreamed of."

He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours, drawing strength from your presence. "Thank you," he whispered. "For believing in me, in us. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," you promised, your voice soft but resolute. "Because we're in this together, always. For better or for worse.”

Before Satoru could respond, the door to your bedroom creaked open, the sound slicing through the quiet of the night. A small figure shuffled inside, barely visible in the dim light filtering through the curtains. It was young Gojo Satoshi, his small form barely reaching the edge of the bed. He looked distressed, your little boy. Satoru’s eyes softened at the sight of your darling boy.

Clutching his favorite stuffed animal tightly to his chest, he paused at the foot of the bed, uncertainty etched on his face. You and Satoru turned towards him simultaneously, your hearts melting at the sight of your son standing there, his eyes wide and teary. His pajamas were rumpled, his hair tousled from sleep, and it was evident that something had unsettled him deeply.

"Mama, Papa," Satoshi whispered, his voice barely audible above the soft hum of the room. He took a hesitant step closer, seeking comfort in the warmth of his parents' presence.

Satoru's heart clenched with concern as he reached out a comforting hand towards Satoshi. "Come here, Satoshi." he said gently, his voice a soothing murmur. "What's wrong, my little dawn?"

Satoshi hesitated for a moment, his lower lip trembling as he struggled to find the words to articulate his fear. "I... I had a nightmare," he finally managed to say, his voice wavering with emotion. "There was a big monster... and I couldn't find you and Papa."

You exchanged a knowing glance with Satoru, silently communicating your shared concern for your son's well-being. Without a second thought, Gojo Satoru lifted the covers, creating a welcoming space between the two of you. "It's okay, dearest dawn." he reassured, his voice soft but firm. "You're safe now. Come, lie down with us."

Satoshi blinked back tears, relief flooding his features as he scrambled onto the bed. He nestled himself between you and Satoru, his small body seeking solace in the warmth and familiarity of his parents. Satoru wrapped an arm protectively around him, pulling him close, while you gently smoothed his hair, offering some tender comfort that could never be echoed in words.

"What was the monster like, Satoshi?" you asked softly, your voice a gentle lullaby in the quiet of the room.

Satoshi took a deep breath, his eyes still wide with lingering fear. "It was... big and scary," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I... I wasn’t strong enough, mama. It was too much!”

Satoru's heart twisted with empathy as he listened to his son's words. He tightened his hold around Satoshi, his voice filled with reassurance. "Monsters aren't real, my dearest boy." he said firmly, brushing a gentle kiss on his forehead. "But even if they were, I would never let anything harm you. Papa will always protect you."

Satoshi looked up at Satoru, his eyes searching his father's face for any sign of doubt. Finding none, he nodded slowly, a flicker of relief passing over his features. "Really, Papa?"

"Really," Satoru affirmed, his voice steady and unwavering. "You're safe with us, always."

You leaned over, pressing a kiss to Satoshi's cheek. "We love you so much, sweetheart," you murmured, your voice filled with tenderness. "You're our brave little boy."

Satoshi's shoulders relaxed, the tension melting away as he nestled deeper into the embrace of his parents. "I love you too, Mama and Papa," he whispered, his eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.

"We love you more than anything." Satoru and you said in unison, their voices a gentle promise of unconditional love.

As your son Satoshi drifted off to sleep, his breathing slowing into the steady rhythm of peace, you and Satoru exchanged a soft smile. In that quiet moment, surrounded by the warmth and love of your family, you knew that together, you could weather any storm. And as the night wrapped it's comforting arms around you, you held onto each other, cherishing the precious bond that bound your hearts together.

Gojo Satoru was happiest here, he knew.

Whatever gods there are, he thanks them now.

For you and his children, will be his dearest treasures.

epilogue

In the days that followed Gojo Satoshi’s night of nightmares, life settled into a gentle rhythm once more. The worry that had momentarily clouded Satoru’s heart lifted as he watched his son regain his usual spark, chasing after Tsumiki's cat or eagerly helping with simple tasks around the house.

One evening, with the leaves dancing in the breeze outside, you and Satoru decided it was time to share some exciting news with Satoshi. The three of you gathered in the cozy living room, nestled together on the couch as the fire crackled softly in the hearth.

“Satoshi,” you began, your voice warm with anticipation. “Your papa and I have something special to tell you.”

Satoshi looked up from his coloring book, his curiosity piqued. “What is it, Mama?”

Satoru took a deep breath, a smile spreading across his face as he exchanged a meaningful glance with you. “You’re going to be an elder brother, my dearest dawn!” he announced, his voice tinged with joy.

Satoshi blinked, processing the words for a moment before his face lit up in realization. “Wait... really?” he exclaimed, his eyes widening with excitement.

You nodded, your heart swelling with happiness as you watched your son’s reaction. “Yes, really, little one.” you confirmed, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. “You’re going to have a little brother or sister.”

Satoru thinks that your son will always be the morning sun.His name is just perfect. He was truly the dawn that made your lives ever so beautiful. It’s the way his smile will make him undone, it will always make him feel like the world is bigger than it actually was. When Satoshi was born, all he could think about was that he filled what was empty in Gojo Satoru’s life. And that will never change. Not even if there is a new little one coming along.

Satoru worried about telling Satoshi, because in these past four, five years — he was the only son. He had gotten doted upon as a little lordling, the only dawn in his parent’s lives. But Satoru feels glad that your son was happy. That Satoshi already loves his little sibling as much as Satoru loves this little baby in your belly already.

Satoshi’s eyes darted between you and Satoru, a thousand questions bubbling up within him. “When will the baby come?” he asked eagerly. “Will the baby be able to play with me?”

“In a few months, little dawn.” Satoru replied, his voice filled with tenderness. “But you’ll have to wait until the baby’s a bit older and stronger to play with them, hm?”

“It’s okay!” Satoshi beams tenderly. “I can wait. I’ll take care of the baby and make sure that they’ll grow up strong!”

 “You’ll be the best big brother, Satoshi. We know it.” You smiled at your son, kissing the edge of his brow. “You’re already so kind to them.”

Satoshi beamed with pride, a sense of responsibility settling over him as he realized the importance of his new role. You think that you were truly blessed — to have such an endearing little boy who wants to do nothing but good. Who wants to love as much as he can. Who wants to be as kind as he could. You could see all the good, the wonder, the beauty of your husband in your little boy. And you hope that he will grow up to be just like his father. 

“I can’t wait!” he declared, his excitement contagious. “I can’t wait to be a big brother!”

You and Satoru exchanged a glance, delighted by Satoshi's enthusiasm. The room seemed to glow with warmth and anticipation, the air buzzing with the promise of new beginnings. As Satoshi's excitement bubbled over, he jumped up from the couch and threw his arms around both of you in a tight hug, his little face radiant with joy. 

“I’ll be the best big brother out there, mama, papa! I swear!”

"You will, my little dawn," you said, squeezing him gently. "And you're going to be amazing at it."

Satoru chuckled warmly, ruffling Satoshi's hair affectionately. "What mama said is correct! You're going to be the best big brother this baby could ask for."

Satoshi grinned from ear to ear, his imagination already racing with thoughts of teaching his new sibling all the things he loved. "I'll teach them how to play jujutsu and how to be brave like Papa! I’m going to be as good as Megumi–oniichan!”

The mention of Megumi was a bit gut-wrenching. Satoru’s eyes dimmed a little, a flicker of sadness passing through them, but he continued to smile, his expression gentle yet tinged with longing. You noticed the shift in his demeanor and pursed your lips, feeling a pang of empathy for the ache he carried.

You could only hope that you and Satoru would be good enough. Good enough to create a home where Megumi would feel welcomed back, where he could find solace and warmth after all he had been through. You hoped that soon enough, Megumi would be by your side again, sharing in the joys and challenges of raising this new baby alongside you both.

Satoru glanced at you, sensing your thoughts, and reached out to gently squeeze your hand, offering silent reassurance and solidarity. He shared your hopes, your dreams of a future where their family would be whole once more. You take his hand and kiss the edge of his hand.

"I want Megumi to be a part of this too," Satoru murmured softly, his voice filled with determination. "I want him to see how much love we have to give, to watch this baby grow as he watched Satoshi grow."

You nodded, feeling a surge of determination and love for the family you were building together. "We'll make it happen," you replied firmly, your voice tinged with quiet resolve. "We'll create a home where Megumi knows he's always welcomed, always loved."

That night was filled with the tender innocence of childhood dreams and the quiet anticipation of parenthood. After tucking Satoshi into bed, his eyes bright with excitement for the sibling yet to come, you and Satoru stood together in the doorway of his room, soaking in the purity of his joy-filled imagination.

Satoshi had whispered animatedly about the adventures he envisioned sharing with the new baby—games in the backyard, secret hideouts in the attic, and bedtime stories where he would be the storyteller, just like Papa. His enthusiasm was infectious, filling the air with a palpable sense of hope and new beginnings.

You and Satoru listened with hearts full of love, cherishing these fleeting moments that held the promise of a growing family. As Satoshi's voice eventually faded into soft snores, you closed his door gently, the sound resonating with the quiet serenity of the night.

Satoru turned to you, his eyes reflecting the soft glow of the hallway light. With a tender smile, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. The warmth of his embrace was reassuring, a silent affirmation of the love and unity you shared.

"I can't wait to see where happiness begins." he murmured, his voice a gentle murmur against your hair. His words held a mix of excitement and wonder, as if he was already imagining the new dynamics their family would soon embrace.

"Me too." you whispered back, leaning into his embrace. The softness of his touch, the steady beat of his heart against yours, filled you with a profound sense of gratitude and anticipation for the future.

In that moment, standing in the quiet hallway bathed in moonlight, you knew that together, you and Satoru look at each other. There was no need for anymore words. You just needed each other. You just needed this moment.

You smiled at him, and he smiles back. Just a little bit more, everything will be over. You will finally live in peace. You’ll be happy. You’ll grow old together. You believe it so. And you wish that it would be enough.

[spicypepperjack]

Ok hear me out, but what if there was a musical universe in the Spider-Verse, in which every dialogue or scene has to be performed in a song.

Or what about an entire Spider-Verse adventure executed as a animated musical? Maybe sung-through? I can see that happening since some of the current voice actors have sang in other things (eg. Hailee Steinfeld in "Pitch Perfect", Oscar Isaac in "Inside Llewyin Davis", etc.)

Imagine Miguel singing a salsa Latin song, Penny a J-pop song, Hobie a rock/punk song, or Pavitr a Bollywood-style song, and Miles and Gwen duetting an angsty/fluff love song (or if they're solo, Miles performing a hip-hop song, and Gwen a rock ballad).

Obviously, all the music and lyrics are written by Lin-Manuel Miranda because of course he is.

[ratatoastwrites]

dude i just found your blog and i’m obsessed with your writing style PLEASE MORE SPENCER REID I BEG

aww omg tysm 🥹❤️‍🩹

I actually wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing for him, but then an idea came to me today like a vision, so now you made me want to share it with the class lol 🧚‍♀️

So, basically it would probably either be a longer fic or a multi chapter one, idk yet

And like I usually don’t write longer stuff like that cuz I have commitment issues, but this one is calling my name like Hamilton called Lin Manuel Miranda’s 🗣️

(jeez i just realised that i wrote man instead of men lmao)

(also fun fact i picked the title from the song genie in a bottle cuz im lame and unoriginal)

The only issue I have is that I’m only on s3 of cm so I would need to do a LOT of research first lmao, so I wanted to ask if y’all would even be interested in the idea xoxo also i just simply cannot promise that it’s going to be very lore accurate but hhhhhhhhhh idk idk

OH BTW I DO KNOW THAT HE ISN’T IN CM EVOLUTION, I just thought that it would be fun to imagine that this is what he’s been up to lmao 🫡

there would be smut (ofc), probably hella angst, possibly some fluff and also probably some more violent themes (cuz it is technically about a case yk)

ALSO i’m not telling y’all if reader is actually the unsub or not ✨🥰

🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

[rainswhenyourehere]

starduckys -> paperweight-inshadesofgreige -> rainswhenyourehere

now playing: for good from wicked the musical

hibi/wine ⋆ they/she ⋆ minor ⋆ may 11th (taurus) ⋆ lesbian ace spotify ⋆ pinterest ⋆ carrd ⋆ uquiz ⋆ letterboxd ⋆ hibiwine on dc intp-t ⋆ eet (utc +2:00)

musicals -> hamilton, wicked, beetlejuice, heathers, dear evan hansen, ride the cyclone, in the heights, into the woods, 21 chump street, the greatest showman, jesus christ superstar, six + more

music k-pop -> enhypen, stray kids, xdinary heroes, boynextdoor (i do listen to a lot more but don't necessarily stan. or smth) other -> taylor swift, lin-manuel miranda, maisie peters, gracie abrams, girl in red, alec benjamin, chappell roan, ariana grande, conan gray, bears in trees, laufey, sabrina carpenter

animanga -> vanitas no carte, haikyuu!!, tbhk, kny, oshi no ko, wonder egg priority, the promised neverland, bsd, spy x family, mha

books -> dark rise & dark heir, osemanverse, agggtm, five survive, ella minnow pea, poison for breakfast, ink in the blood, spindlefish and stars, kiss & tell, ana on the edge, improbable magic for cynical witches, the scapegracers, eat your heart out (+more i could talk abt books for ages)

misc -> keroppi kirby miffy <3333, coffee!!, slytherin, people pleaser, extroverted introvert, social anxiety !!! , angst > fluff, folklore & midnights my loves, mint choco>>>, either rly active or not active at all. tyson the graham to my cracker or something. if u read this far wow

dni : homophobes, transphobes, ableists, racists etc., -12, empty blogs

🍉 this blog stands with palestine!! 🍉

gelphie funko dividers by me. star dividers with lines by @/saradika-graphics. gelphie dividers by me, pictures taken from pinterest.

[hlples-s]

Happy birthday...

"You did all this for me?"

Lin Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warning(?): None or well... too much FLUFF anyway I hope you like it :⁠-⁠[

"My birthday doesn't matter" was what Lin always said, and that day was approaching, do men's birthdays always have to be so bland? you asked yourself, this time you were going to do it of his birthday the best of all, even if it was only for the two of you.

You bought a cake obviously from his favorite cartoon "He-man" You bought him a gift, a watch, a perfume and a notebook so he could write whatever he wanted. You filled the room with balloons and streamers. It was going to be a very nice surprise.

He came home from work, you waited for him, you told him not to come into the room until you told him, you went into the room, lit the candles, yelled his name and he came in.

—Happy Birthday!—You said in a low but at the same time loud tone, his face pure adrenaline and happiness, tears already on his cheeks

—all...all this for me? — he said with a broken voice —Yeah... It's your birthday darling... — you smiled as you left the cake on a small table you had set up for the occasion. You went up to him to hug him in a big hug, his tears kept running, he smiled but at the same time there was sadness in him, there were many emotions that he could not even express. After a few moments he separated from you, his hands on your waist, he raised a hand to his cheeks to wipe away the traces of tears that he had on his face, he let out a giggle as he saw everything that you had done in the room.

—You're completely crazy... How could you possibly have time for this?— This morning... when you left for work I went to buy all the things to make sure you had the best birthday in the world...—And it wasn't a lie, you spent from morning to mid-afternoon panic-shopping for his birthday. It was great to see him so happy, so full of life, you loved him and yes, seeing him with a smile it was the best gift for you.

After lots of laughter, kisses, hugs, a wonderful dinner, everything had to be called a day. you were both tired of sitting around and behaved like an old married couple, but that was the least of it. They both put on their pajamas, lay down, he remained silent with his head on your shoulder while the lights remained low but still illuminated the room.

—You know? I've never felt this happy for a birthday... I don't know why I feel the need to thank you for everything... [y/n] you're the best of all, you know that?— He turned around, wrapping you in a big hug, his head nestled in the crook of your neck as you felt him take all your scent with him, you smiled, your hand going to his hair, caressing it.

—Lin... you don't have to thank me for anything I just did, I just wanted you to have a great day, and I'll make sure you do until I get old, you hear?—You left a kiss on his temple, He nodded, you smiled, he looked at you in a way that described you because you were his adoration.

—What? Why do you see me like that? - you said while you had a smile on your face, he left a kiss on your lips while he settled on your chest, he was someone of few words... or well now he was maybe hiding his sentimentality... maybe hiding his sentimentality... only he knew what he was hiding but honestly... he had had a happy birthday.

notes:

AAAAAH honestly this is the first time I'm writing something outside of bots, I usually always use prompts, I hope you liked it 😭 definitely I have to improve and if you want chat with that story i have it in my c. ai : monkimari! bye!

Mari.

[writebackatya]

Was tagged by @justaboot in a post with a lot of questions, let's do this!

how many fics do you have on ao3?

14

what's your total ao3 word count?

159,641 words. but let's be real, a good chunk of them are song lyrics.

what fandoms do you write for?

DuckTales (2017)

what are your top five fics by kudos?

Indi-Quack!

Rainbow Connections

Home for the Holidays!

Moon with a View!

Let's All Go to the Movies!

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

For the most part, yes. I try my best to get back to people's comments, especially if they have questions. But sometimes I just don't have the energy when I wish I did

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'd say the ending to F.O.W.L. Play! from Indi-Quack! might be the angstiest. Nothing like ending a story where you go through the morning routine of one FOWL employee and finding out she keeps her sanity by getting high with another underpaid employee who works her ass off a minimum wage and is also not happy where she is in life

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hard to choose since I almost always go for the happy ending route. I think any of the stories for Home for the Holidays! could be the answer to this one cause those stories are nothing but holiday and winter fluff.

do you get hate on your fics?

it happens but not often. the first time I ever got hate was from a Della hater troll and they seem to be the only one who leaves hate on my fics

do you write smut?

no, but I've thought about it before. I don't mind sex in a story, but I don't know if I'm the right person to write that kind of stuff in a story. Honestly, the only reason why I wanna write smut is because I've plenty of jokes that I think are funny that would only work in a smut story

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've ever written?

kinda??? would you consider having characters from various Duck media that never appeared in DuckTales 2017 crossover stuff? Heck I've got a couple of Della Duck stories in the works where she interacts with Mickey and Friends and I don't know if that should be considered a crossover

have you ever had a fic stolen?

no. thanks guys!

have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but that'd be neat!

have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no, but that is something I wouldn't mind doing some day

what's your all time favorite ship?

Of all time!? I don’t know. I love love

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh so many: An Act of Murder!, Back in the Game!, F.O.W.L. Play!, The Iron Duck of Steel: The Gizmoduck Movie, Part I!, The Spear of Selene, and Thanks for the Memories!. I've just been working on these for so long that it feels like I'll never finish any of them

what are your writing strengths?

when I'm in the mood to write I can really write, I like to think my dialogue is interesting, characterization, and I'd say my rapid fire humor

what are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a terrible planner, I don't write stuff down, I keep stuff in my head like it's the best storage place, I underestimate how big some stuff will be, I don't allow myself to just write

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've mainly used Google Translate for other languages such as Jose and Panchito's dialogue in The Three Cabablleros (and Della)!. But for Let's All Go to the Movies! I got my buddy @tokuvivor to translate a conversation between Fenton and Gosalyn. Honestly, one of my favorite parts of that story and I think tokuvivor translating it himself adds to the joke. Both Lin-Manuel Miranda and Stephanie Beatriz both know Spanish, so having someone who can help me translate my dialogue so that it can sound natural and be a bonus to bilingual speakers just makes me happy beyond comprehension

I will say I did use Google Translate for that story, but for English! So for the Fight Fighters game I wanted to get that badly translated English feel for the dialogue so for pretty much every dialogue in the game was translated to Japanese and then back to English. Except the line "Now I will kill you until you die from it!", that comes from the movie Hot Shots! Part Deux

first fandom you wrote for?

...Sonic. it was a phase, i have no strong opinions about that blue hedgehog these days I mean I guess his games are...fine? The cast of characters are...pretty cool, I like Tails I guess.

favorite fic you've ever written?

hard to say, but I think I'd put Indi-Quack!, Rainbow Connections, Let's All go to the Movies! in the top spot

I choose to tag: @tokuvivor, @imjustusingthistolikeartists, if they choose to answer these questions

[linnamonrolls0]

can u write lmm x reader fluff for new years pleaseeeee also happy holidays if u celebrate!!!

Happy Holidays back at you! x 🥰

I’ll try to get another sweet little drabble piece done before the year is out (so lmk if you have any specific prompts…)

But in the meantime I just posted this little bit of festive Christmas fluff that’ll hopefully tide you over - https://archiveofourown.org/works/52560493

[linmanwe11]

Hey I’m the anon who asked if you’re still taking requests and I forgot… oh wait, I remember.

~ Fluff, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Fem!Reader 🩷 ~

Prompt: Fem!Reader gets hurt at work by falling off a high ladder, and it results in her having a bad limp, a few bruises and a few cuts. It can happen…! Okay?? She comes home and Lin notices immediately. Y/N can’t hide the pain no matter how hard she tries. “I swear I’m—OW—fine, babe.” Lin’s not buying it. He gently and slowly helps Y/N to the couch and then he leaves to get the first-aid kit. I’ll let you write the rest.

(It’s okay if you don’t want to write this)

That sounds so cute, omg. I’ll definitely get on that ASAP!! <33

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Moments That the Words Don't Reach

by Nation_Ustria *Major spoilers for Lin-Manuel Miranda's Hamilton* Things still aren't the greatest between Jason and the rest of the Bats, but they're good enough that Tim manages to get Jason to come to family movie night. Jason is the resident theater kid, after all, and Tim is making them all watch Hamilton after discovering that exactly none of them have seen it. It starts out okay. Unfortunately, there are more than just a few lines that end up hitting pretty hard... and Tim might have forgotten to consider how watching the protagonist's son die in the protagonist's arms might affect some people. At least everything turned out okay (or better, even) in the end? >Or, the Batfamily watches Hamilton, and it inflicts emotional damage. Words: 2282, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics), Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Batfamily Members & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Dynamics (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Domestic Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily Angst (DCU), Batfamily-centric (DCU), Father-Son Relationship, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Deserves Better, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Good Sibling Stephanie Brown, Damian Wayne Has a Heart, Batfamily Need A Hug (DCU), Hamilton Lyrics, The Batfamily (DCU) Watch Hamilton, and it causes emotional damage!, Movie Night, Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU), mostly in the form of a Titan's Tower mention, Tim Drake is a Menace, Dysfunctional Relationships, Jason Todd is Bad at Feelings, Crying, Panic Attacks, Hamilton spoilers, Basically Bruce has a bad time when Philip dies, and that finally gets the idea that Bruce does still love Jason through the Pit Madness, they're all trying your honor, they're just also all messes, Y'all would not believe how many lines in this musical can cause the Batfam Pain, and I am making them listen to all of them, Tim just wanted to have a movie night, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Multiple, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hopeful Ending, Timeline What Timeline, Family Feels, Popcorn, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Theater Nerd Jason Todd, Title from a Hamilton Song, Fluff and Angst, there is in fact fluff, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Character Death, one guess whose, Jason Todd Has Issues, You do not need to be familiar with Hamilton to understand what's happening, but I will admit that it helps, does this count as a song fic? via https://ift.tt/zNcXlZY

[doodleloopsy]

"he got a PhDoy." (Bro1)

"y'know y'all aren't identical, right?" (Me)

"we know that. Mom doesn't know that." (Bro1)

"that beesting, I used it as an excuse 'cause I was scared." (Bro2)

"of what?" (Me)

in the distance, eavesdropping "GIRLS." (Bro1)

"you don't eat cheese wax, what's wrong with you? actually, that might be what's wrong with you." (Me)

"that ain't no butterfly, that's a red wasp." (Bro1)

"YOU'RE SO SAD. I can smell your depression." (Bro1)

"ROLL THEM GLIZZIES." (Bro1)

"whAt? "SHE"??? THE SANDWICH????" (Me)

"a little cotton candy lil feller fluff in there, alright." (Mom)

"we don't need to know what your wife calls you. that's what she calls you, not us." (Me)

"your wife calls you Phyllis–" (Bro1)

"the world is a cruel place. first, they take the pizza. then, they take the pets. last, they take our toes." (Bro1)

"sometimes you gotta kill off the competition while they're young." (Bro1)

"that's... that's not competition. that's natural selection." (Me)

"like the Jedi." (Bro1)

"Godiva, that's what we should've named you." (Dad)

"Godiva? wasn't she a public nudist?" (Me)

"nevermind." (Dad)

"IM JUST A SIMPLE LITTLE MAN!!! ...I oughta kill you." (Bro1)

"keep farting like that and you'll turn your shorts into fishnets." (Bro2)

"you rather abandon your sister, you CHARLATAN! a RUSE, you put on her." (Bro1)

"you can't be hating 'cause he's French." (Bro1)

"seehowyourfatherputinthem carrots." (Dad)

"..hyperfolic?" (Me)

"carrots." (Dad)

"what???" (Me)

typed, not said

"we don't wanna turn heads and take breaths. we wanna give whiplash and asthma." (Me)

"why would we give it up for charity? we're broker than rice." (Bro1)

"why are you half shaved? you look half Caillou, half.... Little Bill in the face." (Bro1)

"do I look like I'm 2?" (Dad)

"welllllll. you are bald. that does dock points." (Bro1)

"it's a neurotoxin." (Me)

"what dat mean?" (Dad) rhetorically

"brain go dumb dumb, can't go walk walk." (Me) also rhetorically

"that was a butter sized scream." (Me)

"asiago cheese bread: it's makes ya feel just a little bit Italian. like the Macarena makes ya feel just a little bit spanish." (Me)

"we're gonna have an Indian Christmas." (Dad)

"what would that look like?" (Me)

"rice." (Dad)

"BREAKING NEWS: LIN MANUEL MIRANDA ARRESTD FOR.... ... ... poverty." (Bro1)

"SHUT UP, HORTENCIA. AND DON'T CALL ME HONEYBUN." (Bro1)

"southern freezers make things last forever. might as well be a crypt." (Me)

"has Woody ever killed anyone?" (Bro1)

"if he did, I don't think they'd tell us." (Me)

"he's a western gunslinger, 'course he did." (Bro2)

"this woman just said you got an hour and some change to live." (Dad)

completely unprompted and at random

"oh, I love juicy things~" (Bro1)

"he may be able to pay the dowry but how does his library look?" (Me)

"i know that was not a skeleton with a baby skeleton on a leash." (Me)

"that's called parenting." (Bro1)

"why was Archimedes so obsessed with floating?" (Me)

"because he was bullied as a child." (Mom)

[ablatheringblatherskite]

IMPORTANT:

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I am also an unashamed Christian!

Things to know about me:

FIRST THINGS FIRST, I am a proud member of the Rogue Squadron, so jot that down >:)))

(basically, we like to spam our friends for fun. so you might see me spamming the replies and even reblogging several posts in a row)

Second, I write fanfics :))) I have fics for Hamilton, Star Wars, ATLA, Marvel, Wednesday, Daredevil, the Phantom of the Opera, Les Misérables, and One Piece. Drop by if you want to HERE!

Genres I write: Fluff, friendship, healing, hurt/comfort, whump, angst, romance

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And my Artfight account HERE!

I also have RP BLOGS!

@vicomte-raoul-de-chagny

@comte-philippe-de-chagny

Here's things I enjoy:

Writing, Musicals, Books, good wholesome comedy, chocolate, pretty gifsets, editing videos, etc.!

Things I'm posting a lot about ATM:

One Piece, The Phantom of the Opera, Epic: The Musical, musicals in general, Star Wars, writing related stuff, random stuff I find funny, and Christian things.

And Things I like!:

The Phantom of the Opera, The Walking Dead Game, One Piece, Epic: The Musical, HTTYD (including all the series and the third movie), Spider-Man (personal faves are the TASM and Spiderverse movies), The Chronicles of Narnia, Star Wars (excluding sequel trilogy sorry), Avatar: The Last Airbender, Daredevil, Les Misérables, Batfam (Wayne Family Adventures!), Wednesday, the Addams Family, His Dark Materials (the show), Manifest, My Adventures with Superman, Over The Garden Wall, NBC'S Timeless, Wings of Fire, The Hobbit, Artemis Fowl, Ducktales (2017), Hamilton, Newsies, Anastasia, Lego: Ninjago, TMNT (2012), Harry Potter, Studio C, Jk! Studios, their Freelancers series, and more that I cannot remember right now!

Where I am considering some of these fandoms:

I am a Hadley!Raoul, Book!Raoul—and Raoul de Chagny in general—defender, and a Raoulstine shipper (BUT I love the Phantom/Erik and do not dislike him by any means 🥺), and I don't really like Love Never Dies much. I'm a Tyler Galpin apologist but NOT an Xavier Thorpe hater. I also love the Star Wars original trilogy and the prequel trilogy, but not really the sequels. I don't hate the third HTTYD movie and I love all the HTTYD series. My favorite Spider-Man movies are the TASM ones, and Andrew Garfield is my fav Spider-Man/Peter Parker. Yes I love both Narnia and His Dark Materials.

Ships I love:

Hiccstrid (HTTYD), Raoulstine (Phantom of the Opera), Odypen (Epic the Musical), Zekaela (Manifest), Silverparry (His Dark Materials), Wyler/Weyler (Wednesday), Petroclair (Wednesday), Clois (My Adventures With Superman), Peter and Gwen (TASM), Jaya (Ninjago), Lyatt (Timeless), Gomez and Morticia (The Addams Family)

Blorbos:

Raoul de Chagny, Roronoa Zoro, Sanji, Peter Parker, Matt Murdock, Lee Everett, Clementine, Tyler Galpin, Telemachus of Ithaca

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pequeño abejorro // lin x daughter!reader

summary: (just read the request) ↓

request: hi!!! I have a college audition coming up and it would be super radical if you could maybe do one where Lin is the reader’s father and she’s super nervous before her audition?? you can choose yourself whether to add angst by deciding if she got accepted or not. thank you!! -anon

warnings: fluffy clouds of fluff, anxiety, mentions of death and stillborn babies.

word count: 3,608 WOW

a/n: ooo another request! thank you! sorry for the wait. I just started my first year of high school and I’m still kinda getting used to it. 

You sat at the piano in your room for hours, your fingers gently pressing down on the keys to create a nonsensical tune. It didn’t make you forget about tomorrow, but it at least calmed you down a bit. Your back hunched over and your hair sprang out in every direction.

Finally, you stopped, and your fingers hovered over the keys. You groaned loudly in annoyance from all the stressed and nervousness laid upon you, and banged your head on the keys, creating a broken, cacophonous sound.

“Ugh, I need alcohol,” You complained, you head still on the piano keys. You heard a chuckle from behind you, but you still kept your head down. 

“How about a coquito instead,” Your father, Lin, said. You managed the strength and pulled you head up to see you dad turning the corner, the drink in his hand. He set it down carefully on the old piano that you grew up with, which happened to be the one Lin had grown up with also. Your eyes lit up at the sweet, coconut beverage that you loved. 

“Does it actually have the rum in it this time?!” You asked with high hopes, grabbing the drink off the top of the piano. You really wanted to drink your anxiety away, but then again, you were only eighteen. You waited for him to answer the question before you took a sip. 

“Nope!” He said just as enthusiastically, mocking your tone. Your shoulders dropped and you narrowed your eyes at him jokingly as you took a long sip, and to your disdain, tasting no alcohol mixed in with the coconut and cinnamon. You had already had your first taste of alcohol, however, your father was still in the unknown. Lin waved his hands for you to make room. You scooched to the side, the old seat creaking when you moved. Your dad sat down beside you and looked into your solemn eyes.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. You’re going to do amazing tomorrow!” Lin emphasized with his hands, throwing them up to the side. You took another sip and then set the drink down, the glass clanking on the wood. You sighed, thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow you were going to audition for college, your major being performing arts. You had practiced every single day for past month just to get it perfect and being super careful not to get sick or even worse, lose your voice. You performed your audition in front of the Hamilton cast, and they were completely blown away by the song choice, your voice, how you looked up on the stage, and how you portrayed yourself. 

“I don’t know dad, what if I stutter? Or-or if I start late or too early?” You said nervously. You had always doubted yourself throughout your entire life. Your self-doubt made you miss out on so many opportunities. You put your head down and looked at the keyboard again.

“Mija! Don’t fret!” Lin cupped your chin, turning it up towards him. “You will make it in. I know you will, and if they see you the way I do when you’re up on that stage, then they’ll know too.” You smiled slightly, the corners of your lips turning upward. A single tear ran down your cheek. You closed your eyes as your dad rubbed his thumb across your face, wiping away the tear. 

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “It’s getting late.” You nodded your head in response. He stood up from the bench and went back around the corner to the rooms, getting ready for bed. He was right; you looked at the clock, which showed the time of twelve o’clock. You let out a long sigh and gathered the chewed pencils and scraps of paper that littered the top of the piano. Your eyes drooped down, practically screaming how exhausted you were. 

You lazily walked over to the kitchen, placing your unfinished Coquito in the fridge. After that, you walked back over to your room.

Your room wasn’t huge, but big enough to hold the simple bed, bookshelf, and desk. The walls in your room were covered with posters from your favorite musicals and pictures of your many celebrity crushes (there may or may not be a small picture of Daveed Diggs posted on there somewhere). You didn’t even bother to turn on the light as you undressed, slipping into your pajamas in the dark. You flung yourself onto the bed face down, grumbling in exhaustion from the long and stressful day you’ve had. You heard your door creak open and footsteps nearing the side of the bed. 

“Turn around so I can kiss you goodnight,” he chuckled, seeing the position you were in on the bed. You only turned your head, the rest of your body still lying front down on the mattress. 

“Goodnight,” You mumbled, the sheets semi-muffling the sound of your voice. Lin bent over to the side and kissed the top your forehead, something that he had always done ever since you were a small child. He smiled at you as your eyes fluttered closed. “Te amo, mi pequeña abejorra,” He whispered. You smiled softly at the old nickname your father had also given to you when you were a toddler. The nickname derived from a time when you were fascinated with bees, intrigued with bee farms and even wanting to have pet bees of your own. You weren’t scared of them like Lin was. 

“I love you too, Papa,” You said sweetly. Your dad walked back to the entry of the doorway and watched you thoughtfully as you fell asleep almost instantly. He finally closed the door and went to his own room, where each night he would think about what happened over the years that led him to this point. 

He fiddled with his wedding ring as he remembered going home from the hospital with only you left to care for. Your mother had died from a hemorrhage at birth, and the last thing she saw was your small but beautiful face in her arms. It had been difficult raising a baby into childhood, as of course, he could not supply any milk, but his sister, Luz, had recently also given birth. Luz had become your mother figure and was able to give you her milk because sadly, her baby was stillborn. He remembers the sleepless nights he and Luz faced, and the endless cries for attention, even when he had already given you so much attention already. 

Coming back from his reminiscing, Lin deeply sighed and got ready for bed also. 

It seemed like only a moment past before you woke up, stretching and yawning while feeling the soft rays of the sun on your back. You hadn’t any nightmares the night before that could waver your confidence, which you wer quite thankful for. You got up and got ready for the day, taking extra time with your hair and clothing choice, making sure you looked presentable enough for your audition that was only hours away. 

With your father being a morning person, you knew that he would already be up and ready, making breakfast. Surely your notion was correct, smelling the sugary smell of powderd sugar. You walked across the hall and into the kitchen, where sure enough your dad was standing front and center, placing Mallorcas onto a plate. Noticing you out of the corner of his eye, he looked up and smiled widely, happy to see your face once again. 

“Good Morning, (Y/n), if it isn’t the loveliest girl in the place,” He sang, refrencing his first musical, In The Heights. You sang along, singing the next verse. “You’ve got some sugar on your face.” You changed up a word, pointing to the powderd sugar in his beard. You thought about how your voice didn’t sound as bad as it usually sounded in the morning, which reminded you that you still needed to do vocal warm-ups, and essential part to obtaining your magnificant voice. 

You quickly sat down on a bar stool, and Lin placed a plate full of Mallorcas, an eggy and sweet bread topped with powdered sugar, in front of you. It was a type of breakfast sandwhich that you loved, filled with egg, ham and cheese. You quickly dove in, taking your first bite and melting over how delicious it was. 

“You ready for your audition?” Lin asked, sitting down beside you and beginning to eat. You swolled your food before speaking. “Physically, kinda. I have all of my sheet music ready and everything, but I just need to do some warm-ups. But Mentally, not at all.” 

“You’ll do amazing, (Y/n). Never doubt yourself,” Lin assured, placing a arm around you and pulling you closer to him. He placed a light kiss onto your forehead, leaving some of the powered sugar that was on his lips. He let go, and you leaned back. Lin laughed when he saw the sugar.

“I got some sugar on your forehead,” He said, pointing at your forehead. You dusted the powdered, annoyed when you basically dusted it into your hair, making the hairs at the start of your hairline turn white. 

“Aw, man, now it looks like I have white hairs like you,” You complained. Lin put his hand on his chest and gasped dramatically, feigning offense. “I am not old,” He retorted. You laughed. 

You finished your breakfast and got up, putting your plate away and heading to your room to do your warm-ups.

You pulled up into a parking space in front of the theatre where auditions were being held. As you un-buckled your seatbelt, your last doubts ran through your mind. But you knew not to think like that, so you shook your head and took a deep breath. Lin looked at you and smiled, already feeling proud of you and what you’ve become.  

As you walked through the front doors, your heart began to race. The theatre lobby was huge and so beautiful, the most magnificant theatre you had ever seen in your entire life. Even Lin was amazed, looking around at how ornate everything was. There was already a line, but it wasn’t too long. Showing up in public was always a havoc ever since Hamilton began. Everywhere you went, someone would always come up to your father and praise him, asking for a photo with him. It was rare that only a person would only wave, or smile, or make eye contact with him but not say anything. And it was very rare that someone would ever notice you or ask for your picture with them. But you strived to be just as succesfull as your father, so that one day you would praised like your father was. Per usual, when you got in line, your dad was approached by the usual fangirls and boys. It amazed you how through years of this happening to him every single day, he still treated them with love and respect, never getting annoyed with them. It was always so genuine when he conversed with them, never forcing a smile. 

After a fifth fangirl left, Lin felt around in his pockets. You raised an eyebrow as he came to a realization. “Shit, I forgot my phone in the car. I’ll be right back,” he said, leaving you alone in the line. Like aways, no one came up to you asking you for your picture. You stood there alone for at least five minutes. 

As you rolled your eye in annoyance, thinking about the fame of your father, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around and became face to face with a guy, who was just a bit taller than you. 

“Are you Lin-Manuel Miranda’s daughter?” he asked. He had a deep voice, but it was more on the softer side. You rolled your eyes again. “I have a name you know,” You scoffed, looking him up and down. He was strongly built, with tan skin and deep brown eyes. You couldn’t help but admire his features. 

“Well, then what is it?” He asked. You folded your arms and looked him in the eye. Something about him made your heart leap.

“(Y/n),” You finally said. He smiled, accomplished that he was able to get something out of you. His smile captivated you, and couldn’t help but match his smile. Your smile captivated him as well, almost making him fall in love with you right then and there. 

“Well, (Y/n), could I get a picture with you?” He asked. You almost couldn’t process the simple question, mostly because the words had never been spoken to you before by a complete stranger. Before asking why, you went ahead and took the picture with him. 

After you were done, you finally asked him, “Why did you want a picture with me? Wouldn’t you rather have a picture with the famous Lin Manuel Miranda instead?” You moved up a little bit, still facing him. 

“Yes, but then when you’re famous, I can tell people that I’m best friends with the famous (Y/n) Miranda.” He put on a smirk. 

“And how do you know that we’ll be the best of friends like you claim?” You raised an eyebrow, the corners of your mouth turning upward a little. You moved up even more, him following suit, until you were the third person in line. 

“I have a pretty good feeling that we will be.” You looked into his eyes, fully immersed in them. You finally smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind you ear.

“Well if we’re going to be friends, you’re going to need my number, right?” You said, taking your phone out of your pocket and unlocking it, opening up your contacts and handing your phone to him. He smirked again, and took your phone. 

When he was done, he gave you your phone back, and you read the contact name. 

santi (your best friend ♡)

You laughed at the add-on that he put, but wondered about the first part. “Santi?” I questioned the nickname. You realized that you hadn’t know his name before now. He shrugged. 

“Sangiato, actually, but I just go by Santi most of the time, unless you’re my mother and you’re yelling at me to clean the house,” He chuckled. Lin had finally entered the theatre lobby again after almost 10 minutes of trying to find his phone, until he finally realized that he left it at home on the kitchen table, and then another five minutes conversing with fans. As soon as he came up to the line, he looked for you, until finally he saw you, talking to another. At first he was happy that you were talking to someone else, until he realized that you were talking to a guy that was about your age. His father instincts emerged, and he strode towards you.  

You laughed along with Santi, until you were interrupted by your dad coming up to you. 

“We’re up next, mija,” He spoke, making sure to say it in a loud and clear tone. He turned you around and pushed you forward. You looked at the lady at the front desk and said your name. While the lady looked down at the list, trying to find your name, Lin turned around and looked at Santi, who was a little surprised by the sudden interruption. Lin raised an eyebrow at him, looking him up and down, almost scowling. Santi saw his observations, and simply smiled at the man. It wasn’t a smirk, or a develish smile, but a gentle one. One that was soft and kind. When Lin saw his smile, he was almost taken back by it. But because smiles to him were always contagious, he smiled back. 

The lady finally found your name and gave you a number. Lin turned his head around, and smiled at the lady. You thanked her and began to walk towards the entrence of the actual theatre. Lin noticed you open the door and look back at the guy you were fraternizing with. He saw you blush as the guy smilled at you, which he had never seen you do before. In his heart, Lin knew that you really liked this guy, (besides the fact that you just met him) and he thought that maybe, just maybe, he would be a true friend to you, remembering the multiple times when you came home from school crying becasue your ‘friend’ left you, all because you couldn’t get her parents tickets to one of your dad’s shows. Even in your last years of high school, you had boys asking to date you so that they could get tickets for Hamilton and girls asking to be your friend just for braging rights.

You walked onto the stage, the sound of your heels echoing through the huge, empty theatre except for the directors that sat, waiting patiently for you to start. You took deep breaths as you walked to the center, your heart racing. You tried not to think of your dad, the person who you didn’t want to dissapoint. Your entire life you strived to make him proud, but what you didn’t know was that from the moment Lin held you in his arms, he was already proud of you. You closed your eyes and took a final deep breath.

When you opened your eyes, you smiled at them, building up your confidence. The spotlight above shone down on you, preventing you from seeing the directors, which you were thankful for. You introduced yourself, and began with your monolouge. Thankfully, you had remembered all of the words and spoke like you did when you practiced, becomming the character in the passage. 

Then it came to your song. You were very happy with the song you chose, and you thought it perfectly displayed your voice, showing off your belt, your low notes, and even some of your high notes. The song you had chosen was very somber and dramatic, including notes that held so much emotion and power. You began to sing, closing your eyes and pretending like you were at home, putting all of your effort into it. You perfectly hit the right notes, matching your tempo with the tempo of the pianist. You didn’t blank, and your voice didn’t break. 

When you closed with the long, high-noted ending, you stood there, almost crying tears of joy at how well you did. You immediately heard clapping, and you squinted your eyes, where you could slightly see the figures of the directors… standing up. You smiled, knowing that you had blown them away.

You bowed deeply, thanking them.

“How about we save you the wait and tell you that you’re definitely accepted,” One of the directors said. You put your hand over your mouth in shock. As you exited, you had to refrain form running off the stage as your excitement almost boiled over. Once you made it off-stage, you ran towards Lin, who was waiting for you backstage, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tightly. He hugged you back with as much power and whispered into your ear.

“I’m so proud of you my pequeño abejorro.”

The words hit you as soon as they were spoken from his mouth, and it made you cry even more. You both pulled apart, wiping the tears from your eyes. Before you began to speak, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You spun around again and saw Santi, a huge smile on his face. Lins smile dropped as he saw how the guy had interrupted your conversation.  

“(Y/n), you did marvelous out there!” He said with joy. Out of pure excitement and impulse, you hugged him also. Santi looked down at you, surprised by your sudden action, and looked up to Lin, who was scowling at him. He started to grow nervous, but eventually hugged you back lightly. You soon realized what you were doing and pulled away from him, embarrassment filling you. You turned to the side and moved out of the way, Lin and Santi now facing each other without you in between them. 

“Dad, this is Santi.” You motioned to Santi, who took a step foward and put out his hand, waiting for Lin to shake it. Lin hesitantly reached out a hand, shaking Santi’s hand and noticing how firm of a grip he had, which he was actually impressed by.

“And Santi, this is my dad.” This time you motioned to Lin, who now pursed his lips.

“It’s a great pleasure to meet you, sir,” Santi said, a smile on his face. Guessing by his name, Lin figured that he was Latino, in which he challenged him, switching to his Spanish tongue.

“Igualemente, Santiago,” He said, using his full first name. Noticing the language change, Santi also switched into his Spanish tongue.

“Su hija es muy talentosa. Ella es muy afortunada de tenerte como padre.” He responded, which made Lin smile. You looked up at Santi, smiling. You kept eye contact with him, looking into his beautiful eyes.

“Dad, this is my best friend.” You said. He broke into a grin, showing his perfect teeth.

Lin smiled, looking between the two of you. He thought about how this guy that you adored would change your life for the better, and he knew that you knew also. In that moment, he knew that both of you and had fallen in love with each other, and it was just a matter of time before he would become yours forever.

“I’m glad, mi pequeño abejorro.”