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Eye of the Hurricane (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/mVRblpCcnG Kenna Grayson lived a normal life. Until she crossed paths with her favorite person on Earth; Lin-Manuel Miranda. What happens when the famous playwright falls for his ten-year younger fan? While dealing with problems of his own, not including the sexual frustrations he feels for his shy fan?

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Crosswalk the Musical: Hair w/ Lin-Manuel Miranda

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That close up...damn.

That close-up though

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Dat Ass. Damn!

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Understudy

Serious revamp of the original story I first published two years ago on this site.

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The second you stepped on stage, it felt like you and Lin were the only people in the world. He turned to face you, his dark eyes locking with yours, and stepped up to your being.

He wrapped his arm around your waist, burying his head into the crook of your neck. A puff of hot air escaping his mouth hit your collar bone causing your body to grow goosebumps.

Lin reached down and hooked a hand behind your knee, lifting it so your leg wrapped around his hip, the dark red skirt moving back to show your bare thigh.

“But the situation’s helpless.”

He raised his head slightly to kiss your jawline.

“And her body’s screaming ‘hell yes’.

He moved his hands to your waist, dipping you back as you sung your ‘whoa’ part. Before you straightened back up, you swear that you felt his crotch press into yours but, the second you were face to face with him, he acted like nothing happened.

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Bows ended and you walked off stage with the rest of the cast, some of them nudging your side with their elbows.

“What was that during 'Say No To This’?” One asked, not even trying to hide the laughter coming up. You shook your head, feeling your face warm up.

Another slung his arm around your shoulders, poking your cheek with his free hand. “Girl, you made us blush. Like-”

You threw off his arm, picking up your skirts to jog away from them. Luckily your dressing room was only a few feet away. “Screw off, why don’t ya?” You shouted over your shoulder, closing your door to muffle their boisterous laughter.

You pressed your forehead against the door, relishing in its coolness.

“What’s up, tramp?”

Turning, you took off your heel and chucked it towards your couch, screeching. The heel part hit Daveed in the middle of his forehead, the impact making him roll off your couch onto the carpeted floor.

He groaned, using the pillow he held on to to cover his face. You wiggled out of your other heel before walking over to the still crying man.

“The fuck, Daveed? How did you get into my room?!”

He raised the pillow to raise an eyebrow at you. “The…door was open.”

You stared at him for a few beats, watching him smile up at you. How dare he? “Being cocky isn’t a good look on you,” you managed to say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Daveed moved so he was leaning on his elbows. “I’ve got some fans that say otherwise.”

With an eyebrow twitch, you pulled the pillow from under him and whacked him in the face. In a flash, you were straddling him, the skirt of your dress practically enveloping both of you, as you pelted him with the cushion.

“H-help!” He yelled/laughed as he raised his arms to block your attacks.

You stopped at the sound of the dressing room door opening, turning around to see Lin stick his head into the room, the rest of his body hidden by the ajard door.

His eyes drifted from you to Daveed then back again, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looked to Daveed who was still trapped under you.

“Do you need help?” Lin asked, allowing his smile to reach his eyes. The man underneath you squirmed before replying with: “What do you think?”

Lin chuckled, opening the door enough so he could slip in. He still had on his Hamilton outfit on, minus the late black jacket. He looked at you and held his hands out, both in a claw like manner. At the same time, you felt Daveed shift and, from the corner of your eye, see him raise up his own hands. Most likely in the attempt to hold you down.

Quickly, you jumped up and off of Daveed, slipping under Lin’s arms and out of your dressing room. Hiking up your skirts, you took off down the hall hearing them pursue you.

“Can y'all fuck off?!” You shouted, sliding around a corner. You could see Anthony leaning on the wall, shirtless, with his cellphone in his hand. Most likely texting Jasmine.

Which reminded you -jumping over a box in the middle of the floor- that you had to berate Jasmine for taking an early vacation. You wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.

Anthony looked up to see you charging towards him, Lin and Daveed coming up behind you.

“Yo, Ant! Grab her!” Daveed yelled at him. He did as he was told-poorly.

You dodged his attempt of a grab and turned around the next corner. You stopped in place, hopping from one foot to the other. You had reached the hall leading to the common area, which is basically a dead end. You whipped your head to the left and right, noticing the dressing room doors.

Before you could read the names on them, you heard Lin and Daveed catching up behind you. Without a second thought, you opened the door closest to you, shutting it just as you heard their footsteps enter the hallway.

You pressed your back into the door and caught your breath. While you gulped down air, your eyes wandered around the room.

“Fuck,” you cursed under your breath. You were in Lin’s room. Off all the rooms you wanted to avoid, you ended up in the one man’s room you wanted to avoid.

Your body froze at their nearing steps.

“Where did she go?” Daveed asked. He was huffing.

There was another set of heavy breathing. “How should I know, dude? I was with you the entire time!”

Your head whipped back and forth, trying to find something to hide under or behind. The knob startrd to wiggle.

“Well, call me when you have her,” Lin said. “I’ll help aggravate her some.”

Daveed’s voice was farther away next time he spoke. “Old Man Miranda definitely fits you,” he laughed. Lin joined in and, before you could move, he opened the door. Luckily, the door opened in the way of hiding you completely.

You held your breath when his hand came into view. He pushed the door closed without turning around, heading to the middle of the room and begun to unbuckle his belt.

You let out a whimper, it being louder than you wanted, but it gained the attention of the Puerto Rican. Lin turned to face you, his eyes widening only a fraction before he smiled at you devilishly.

“[F/Name].”of>

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Damnnnn......

They call you coffee cause you're hot, steamy and the first thing I want to taste on a morning - groffy

Smoooooth Operator ✨

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Lin-Manuel & Me (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/eBHeP0jEwF Anna Grayson is a typical 16 year old girl. Leaves with her uncle, loves school, and is in love with New York's finest, Lin-Manuel Miranda. When a lesson turns into a unexpected sex session, both the playwright and Anna's worlds get turned upside down.

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Oh....fuck

When you remember ‘archiveofourown’ has the possibility to download fic:

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Breathtaking

I need to lie down

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Reblog In 5 seconds for good luck

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Albanza

Listening to Albanza from In the Heights. Crying at Usnavi's parts, Lin-Manuel's voice is so moving.

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Aaron Burr

I'm not sure if I am the first to pick it out or I'm just late. But I just caught on to a hidden meaning in a line in Aaron Burr, sir. Fools who run their mouths, wind up dead Introducing Laurens, Lafayette and Hercules Like I said Laurens, Herc and Lafayette ran their mouths and they ended up dead. Including Hamilton and Philip.

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Stay Alive for Me (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader) Part 1

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Teenager!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: 1100+

Warnings: Mentions of child abuse.

Masterlist / Part Two

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Run.

That thought raced through your head as your feet hit the concrete as you ran for your life through the dark and cold streets of New York. You could hear him. You could hear his profanities and yells but they got quieter as you got farther and farther away from that hell house. You needed to leave. You’d die if you stayed. You didn’t care about the clothes or the items you left behind, you just couldn’t be there anymore. You had to get as far away as possible. Just keep running, (Y/N). 

Keep running.

You stopped at a bus stop, doubled over and gasping for breath. Your muscles ached and the bruisings and cuts screamed for you to stop moving. You can’t hear him anymore. You saw your breath come out in misty clouds in front of you. You felt cold water on the back of your neck. You felt in on your arms. You felt it on your scalp. Rain. Wonderful. You were going to die of hypothermia. You had to get somewhere safe before this drizzle turned into a downpour. You looked up and saw you were in front of an apartment building. Maybe someone here could house you for the night? You had about $50 in your pocket so that should be enough for just one night. Then you’re gonna get to your mom’s house in Albany. She’ll take you in, you know she will. 

As you lurched forward towards the apartment building, you felt light headed and dizzy. Bile bubbled up into your mouth but you forced it back down. You forced yourself across the sidewalk and into the apartment building. It was surprisingly busy, but only because it was about seven or eight at night. You maneuvered your way through the crowd and slipped into the elevator undetected. You leaned against the wall as the elevator moved, making you wobble and shake. Then you stopped moving and the elevator’s doors opened. The group of adults all got out, forcing you to move. You stepped out of the elevator and followed most of the people down the hall and turned the left corner. You followed like a lost puppy then you started stalling behind and the hallway began to swirl and move. You felt sick and hazy. Your body shook and your muscles screamed in agony. Your eyes grew heavy and you ended up crashing into a door and slumping down to the floor. You tried to get back up but your body felt so heavy and black spots plagued your vision. With labored breaths, you sunk down to the floor and the world went black as your head hit the floor.

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Lin had a rough day. Besides having to deal with his broken heater in his apartment, he had to do an all-day rehearsal for Hamilton. Most of the cast was sick or on vacation since it was mid-May and everyone wants to be somewhere that wasn’t sixty degrees all summer long. So, he decided to cancel the rehearsal and as he was getting home, he got a phone call from his lawyer and Lin needs to come in to go over the last few details on his divorce and who was getting custody over his son. And while Lin was on the phone, it began to rain. So here he was, standing in an empty elevator as water dripped from his hair and clothes. Could this day get any worse?

He stepped out of the elevator and strolled down the hallway. He stopped when his front door came into view. And also the girl who laid unconscious on his welcome mat. As Lin got closer, he could see the black and purple bruises, the dried blood on her skin and clothes, and the dirty cuts all over her arms and cheek. He never felt so confused in his life. Who was this girl? And where were her parents? Was she a runaway? An orphan?  How did she get here? 

But most importantly, was she still alive?

Lin stuffed his phone back into his pocket as he stopped in front of the girl. He kneeled down and watched you intently. His eyes were mainly on your chest, to see if it was moving. He sighed in relief when he saw your chest risen and fell as you breathed. Lin slipped one arm under your neck and one arm under your knees as you picked you up bridal style with ease. You were so skinny. Did you eat before you collapsed? The first thing you needed when you woke up was a bath and some food. He miraculously unlocked the door and opened it without dropping you. He closed the door with his foot and laid you on the couch. That’s when Lin was able to get a better look at you once he turned on all the lights.

You were shaking and sweating profusely. Your breathing was labored and you were covered in dirt, rain, bruises, and cuts. Lin placed his hand on your forehead. You were burning up. Your wet clothes didn’t help at all. Lin went into his room and came back with an old sweatshirt and some sweatpants. He stripped you of the hoodie, tank top, jeans, and shoes you wore and dressed you in the clean warm clothes. You stopped shaking somewhat but you were still burning up and you were all dirty. Maybe you needed some fluid? Lin went into the kitchen and brought back a cup of water. He held you by the shoulders and adjusted you into a sitting position. Lin held your head in place as he poured the water into your mouth. After a few moments, Lin pulled away and you began to cough and gasp. Your eyes cracked open and twitched as you came to your senses. Still half-asleep but also somewhat conscious, you turned your head slightly towards him. 

“Hey…” He whispered as he brushed some hair out of your face and took your hand. “Can you understand me?” You nod weakly. “Okay, what’s your name?”

“(Y/N)….” You answered, half-conscious and your voice very quiet. 

“(Y/N),” Lin repeated, smiling softly. “What happened to you?”

“Dad….” You murmured, your eyes closing but you’re trying to keep them open. “….not nice….. hits me… mom…Albany..”

Lin shooshed you and squeezed your hand. “That’s okay. I’ll ask you in the morning. You should sleep.” He helped you back into a laying position and pulled a fleece blanket over you and placed a couple pillows under your head. He patted your head. “Sweet dreams.” Before he turned off the lights and retired to his room.

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Hamilton Tag Part 2

Question #2) Favorite Character? I will have to say, Alexander Hamilton. Even though he cheated on his wife, he was never afraid to fight for what he wants. Plus like Hamilton, I love to write. Be it fanfiction or just whatever.

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Hamilton Tag

I seen these videos on YouTube of people doing videos of answering 12 questions about the Hamilton Musical. I know I’m very late and this isn't a video but I figured I'll give it try. #1) How did you find out about Hamilton? It's actually weird. I was on YouTube looking at some animash videos when one video popped up, titled Helpless. After that night I kept running into that same video. Not knowing about the musical, I went searching for the artist of the song that gotten stuck in my head. In my search I came across the Hamilton soundtrack. That was two months ago, I have been hooked, obsessed since with the music that made me laugh and cry.

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Especially in Hamilton

that broadway thing where the song ends and everyone freezes in their final pose (usually with their arms in the air) and you can see how heavily they’re breathing reblog if you agree