A Man’s Opinion, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: “I’m helping you pick out an outfit for your date tonight and I’m totally in love with you.” + Lin
Author’s Note: As I’m writing this the Daveed fic I posted has only been up for a few hours and it’s already hit 75 notes…you guys are amazing! There is a sequel in the works fro that one!
Warnings: Cursing, probably?
“What exactly are you going for here?” Jazzy asked, skimming over the dress options you had hung in front of her.
“I don’t know? Something nice?” You popped onto the couch, resting your head on Renee’s lap, who combed her fingers through your hair lovingly.
“You said casual? We should rule out the strapless.” Phillipa said, tucking it away to leave you with three dresses. You scanned your options again, wondering why you even bothered.
Why were you trying to impress this guy? You barely knew him, you barely liked him. You mostly said yes because he was offering a free meal and you’d never say no to that.
“Knock, knock!” Cheered Lin, pushing the door open to see four dejected girls staring at dresses, “Am I interrupting something here?”
“(Y/N) is struggling to find a dress for her date tonight.” Renee answered for you, rubbing your arm.
“Date? You have a date?” Lin shut the door behind him and took the seat at your feet. He examined the dresses for a second, “The middle one, obviously.”
You sat up, squinting at the garments for what was probably the hundredth time. With four words, Lin had completely made the decision for you.
“You’re so right.” You shot up to snatch the dress of the hanger, “Not too busy, not too laid back. Says I’m happy to be there, but it won’t kill me if I never see him again.” The girls giggled at your description of the dress, all agreeing that it fit it perfectly, “You’re the best!” You called, heading out to the dressing room you shared with a few ensemble members, the dress clutched closely to your chest.
Lin sighed, glancing at the two dresses you left behind.
“Now, I wonder what dress Lin would like to see (Y/N) in on their first date?” Coo’d Jazzy, pretending to think for a moment while leaning forward to place her chin into her hands.
“This one!” Phillipa called, snatching a dress, holding it to her body as she danced around, “It says: I’m excited for our date and even more excited for you to take this dress off of me!” She tossed the dress to Renee, who joined in on the fun.
“It says: I’ve been in love with you for months and this is my ‘just ravish me already’ dress!” The dress was passed to Jazzy.
“It says: Lin! Just ask me out already!” Jazzy chucked the dress to Lin, who sat dejectedly on the couch, barely able to catch the dress before it hit him in the face, “What does it say to you, Lin?”
“It says I need to stop her from going on that date tonight.”
After the show, you were quick to freshen up and change into the dress. You messed with your hair and makeup a little, deciding not to go too bold so he wouldn’t think you were that interested in him.
There was a gentle knock at your open door, and Lin stood there silently leaning against the door frame as you applied a coat of mascara.
“Ah! What do you think of your choice?” You twirled in place as he looked you up and down, giving a jokingly obnoxious whistle.
“I think you look amazing, but I think I changed my mind.” He gestured to the deep red dress he had draped across his shoulder.
“I don’t know Lin, I don’t think that’s the message I want to be sending this guy. I barely said yes to the date in the first place.” You turned your attention back to the mirror, checking for smudges or creases.
“It’s not for him.” You turned back, but he refused to meet your gaze, “This is going to sound really sudden and totally out of line, but I really like you. I understand if you still want to go on your date tonight, but there’s this really fun karaoke bar a few blocks from here. We could get a few drinks and I can pretend that I’m not thinking about kissing you the whole night.” He finally chanced a look at you.
“Well, I guess I should tell him I have to cancel. How can I turn down an offer like that?” You pulled your phone out, texting a half-assed excuse to get out of tonight. Some ‘sudden work thing, that’s show-biz, right?’.
“Are you ready?” He asked when your ‘date’ sent back a ‘It’s fine! I totally get it! Some other time, then?’
“I have to get changed.” You swiped the dress off his shoulder, “This dress doesn’t exactly give off the message I want to be sending to you on our first date.”