I don’t remember exactly what I had expected when I went to see the Reboot of the Power Rangers, but I was certainly not expecting to adopt five adorable puppies within the first ten minutes, who I can gladly say, now control my life, I but I can’t say I’m disappointed. 1000000000/10 recommend
Summary: You and Lin are extremely domestic, but not dating. Lin asks you to move in with him anyways. Low-key inspired by this quote:
“Date someone who meets you halfway. Date someone who brings you a glass a water when they get themselves one. Date someone who makes sure you don’t spend money on ridiculous things. Date someone your ex hates and your mom loves. Date someone who’d rather spend a Friday night watching movies, than out with 50 people they barely even talk to. Date someone who sleeps on your chest and leaves a little puddle of drool. Don’t date someone who makes you leave oceans of tears.”
Warnings: Cheesy ending? Mentions of jazz? I’m not sure.
A/N: Hi! I’m back at it again. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever get a single note on any of my writing, so the fact that I did get notes just has me over the moon. I might have a few fics already planned out because I have a free weekend and zero chill?
Side note: If you don’t know who Miles Davis is and have the time you should watch the movie Miles Ahead. Guy was wack. ________________________________
“Cariña,” Lin softly called out to you, drawing your attention away from your notebook. You looked up to see him offering you a glass of water and you were suddenly aware of how dry your throat was. You had spent a considerable amount of time with your only form of communication being the words you were scrawling across the pages of your notebook. You dropped your pen into the pages and set it aside, flexing your hand before accepting the glass with a grateful smile.
“Thank you, love.” you cooed back, taking a large drink. You set it on the edge of his desk that was only a few feet away from the window seat you were currently sitting in. He sat at his desk, flipping open his laptop, the screen illuminating his face in a way that the diminishing sunlight had ceased to do hours ago. This was your usual spot, Lin working away at his desk while you sat in the window overlooking New York. Your eyes had been drawn back to the pages causing you to miss the way Lin looked up at you, admiring the curve of your lips and the glint of your eyes as your mind seemed to pick right back up where your pen had previously stopped. There was a time when you had used to move straight out of his line of vision the moment he sat down at his desk, much to his dismay. It took a couple of weeks until Lin finally got the nerve to tell you to stay where you were and it had been your designated space ever since.
*robot voice* Lin-Manuel Miranda is an American writer, actor, and singer, most well-known for starring and writing the musical Hamilton.
The logo for this show is a five-pointed star, just like the one of SATAN.
Or five separate triangle eyes.
And we’re just getting started.
Hamilton is a musical about Founding Father Alexander Hamilton, before, during, and after the American Revolution. And you know who King George III was, at one point? That’s right, another Broadway star, Andrew Rannells.
Andrew was just on Broadway in the show Falsettos.
Also in the show is Brandon Uranowitz, who sings, in one line of the show, “Long live the Applebaums.” (1:19 on “Everyone Hates His Parents” in the Falsettos (2016) cast album)
What? Applebaums? Now that sounds familiar.
Ah, yes, because of BENJI APPLEBAUM, a character in the cult classic, Pitch Perfect, played by yet another theatre actor, Ben Platt.
(^witchcraft) Ben Platt is currently on stage in Dear Evan Hansen. D-E-A-R-E-V-A-N-H-A-N-S-E-N has 14 letters.
It was written by Justin Paul and Benj Pasek. Now. P-A-S-E-K-A-N-D-P-A-U-L. That has 12 letters.
Also, BENJI Applebaum and BENJ Pasek. Coincidence? I don’t think so.
That’s right. 12+14 is 26. And 26 divided by 2 is…thirteen. The number of the Illuminati.
Summary: A phone call at 3 A.M. was unexpected, especially when it was Chris using Lin’s cellphone to tell you something very important.
Pairing: Lin x reader
A/N: Take a wild guess where I got the inspiration for this one.
“Lin?” you whispered into your phone, extremely confused. You heard a lot of shuffling and muffled laughter. Maybe he accidentally butt-dialed you? …But at three in the morning?
“Lin.” You called a little louder, hoping that he would hear you. You strained your ears, hoping to catch some of the furious whispers passing through the line. You were more confused than ever when you heard: “Give it back!”, “It’s not funny!”, and “Oh relax. She’s probably too tired to remember this in the morning anyways.”
Okay, they were definitely talking about you.
“Hello? Lin?” you repeat, patience wearing thin.
Just before you decided to hang up and go back to bed, the smooth voice of Chris stopped you.
“Hi, it’s Chris!” he said cheerfully, voice slurred. It was a tell-tale sign that he was drunk.
“Hi. Can I help you?” you asked dryly, confused at why exactly you were talking to him on Lin’s phone.
“I just wanted to tell you, that my buddy here, Lin, likes you. He’s was too much of a wuss to tell you so I – ow! Shit Lin, that hurts!”
You heard more muffled sounds and struggling.
“I, um. Hi,” the breathless voice of Lin greeted you, and you bit back a laugh. “We’ve been drinking.”
“Yes, I can tell,” you drawled, rolling over to your side and bringing a hand up to cover the smile on your lips, “care to explain what Chris just told me?”
“Pining. I’ve been pining. And all I’ve been doing is whining. To Chris, to Lac, to my Uber driver. Damn, I really wanna take you out to this really fucking cool diner. Tomorrow night. Let’s go grab a bite. So say yes, alright?”
You laughed so hard that you snorted, tears in your eyes as you listened to him freestyling. “Lin,” you gasped, “that was magical.”
“Fuck, I’m so drunk,” he groaned, “I’m going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t I?”
“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me out for ages,” you whispered, your smile so wide that it made your cheeks hurt.
“I’m so stu - wait, what? Are you serious?” he yelled, “Holy shit, guys! She said yes!”
You heard multiple shouts from his end of the phone, making you realize that there was no way that Chris was the only person with him. You pressed the phone closer to your ear, laughing when you heard someone exclaim victoriously that Lin finally grew a pair of balls.
“I - I gotta go, they want celebratory shots? I don’t understand what’s happening right now. But I do know that I like you. A lot. Don’t forget that we have a date tomorrow.”
And with that, he hung up.
You laid in bed, dumbfounded and ecstatic.
When it all sank in, you did a small dance in bed and buried your face in your pillow, hoping that your roommates didn’t hear your giddy giggles.