Heartstrings - Part 2 (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)
A/N: So I’ve been awful and not writing anything good enough to post until now. I hope you all enjoy!
Word Count: 3,415
The next few months were spent helping Lac create music to Lin’s words. The three of you would have extra meetings to get things done in time for rehearsals, most of which would be in Lin’s apartment late at night. Normally you would sit close to Lin, letting him sing while you and Lac figured out if the song needed anything else, such as extra instruments in certain places, or if it needed to be stripped down. You would chime in whenever you had an idea, and were growing used to the fact that your thoughts were not only being taken seriously, but were being praised and very often incorporated into the final product, For the most part, no matter how long it took to get things just right, it was incredibly enjoyable.
However, sometimes when you were all stuck on what could work with group numbers, Lac would ask you to sing with Lin so he could get a better idea of what would sound good with the harmonies. At first you were hesitant, but the men had encouraged you into it, and really, you loved singing with Lin. Aside from when he was writing, it was one of the few times that he would wear his heart out on his sleeve. Of course you were nowhere near perfect, but it was enough to get an idea of what the song would sound like.
You were also lying if your heart didn’t melt every time Lin sang to you when you were his Eliza. He looked at you with such tenderness that you had slipped up more than once because you had been so focused on him, and not the song. For more than you’d care to admit, you had been falling for the man. You had gone from your small celebrity crush to getting to know him and caring for him as a person and his personality and genius. Spending so much time together had only served to strengthen your respect and affections for him, and you were falling deeper every day.
“Okay that’s it for me tonight,” Lac said as he got up from the piano bench.
“Tired already?” Lin teased.
“It’s midnight and we have rehearsal tomorrow at 9am. I’m just being smart.”
You grinned and rolled your eyes as he patted your head as he passed your spot on the floor.
“Don’t stay up too late, you crazy kids,” he winked, causing you to laugh.