Bound To Happen (Part 5), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: Yes, I know the Tony Awards are in the middle of June but I needed to make this scene possible and this is how it worked. Whoops. This makes up for my lack of a Valentine’s Day fic, right? Right?
Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Things are happening in this one, though.
“Today’s the day.” Lin stormed past you, stride confident and determined.
“Good morning.” You offered, trailing after him.
“Today’s the day.” He repeated, stopping in his tracks just as he made it center stage. He glanced around for a moment, taking in the thing he had created. He looked at you, his eyes shining with something you only momentarily saw on stage.
“Today’s the day.” You confirmed, noticing a majority of the cast had collected onto the stage as well. Tommy Kail was striding from his office with a group of producers in tow.
There was more money among his little posse than you would ever see.
Tommy’s face was wet and soon everyone else’s were as well. He held up a crumpled sheet of paper.
“Is that it?”
“Straight from the office.” Tommy told him, just as Lin snatched it away. The yellow color of the pages signified the importance.
Lin scanned over the page, thumb brushing over each word.
“Thirteen.” He sighed, “Thirteen Tony nominations.” He watched as the cast erupted in cheers, embracing and laughing and standing in disbelief because this wasn’t something that happened everyday to people like them.
The producers were sharking hands and offering congratulations, and Lin swept you into his arms before he could stop himself. The stack of papers you had organized in your hands were on the floor in a pile, but you didn’t move to collect them.
Suddenly the entire team was around you, but all you saw was Lin grinning down at you, repeating ‘Today is the day’ in a hushed voice, as if this day was just for the two of you to share.
“Who are you using your extra ticket on?” Mandy asked conversationally, fingers running through your hair. Eyes were on you - the person who trailed after Lin and didn’t seem to do much else. There was no talk of boyfriends or girlfriends or any friends outside of the theater.
You smiled at the idea of having a secret identity away from these people who tried and failed to pry information from you. Maybe you fought crime - or committed them?
“Nobody. Considering selling it on E-Bay.” You shrugged, knowing that your joke could easily be a reality and make your rent payment a little smoother.
“And your dress?” She pushed further.
“I have the one from opening night.”
The women in the room gasped and you suddenly wished you hadn’t taken Lin up on that break he offered you. Mandy’s fingers tugged a little harder on your hair.
“You are not wearing that dress again, didn’t you say it was your Senior Prom dress?” Karen’s eyes were bearing into your soul, it felt like.
You didn’t answer - which was an answer enough for them.
“We are getting you a new dress and a date.”
The dress was an easy choice - something satin and pale in color that looked oddly similar to your prom dress but with a heftier price tag.
The date was another thing entirely. Within the month before the awards, you had shuffled through a handful of guys - and one girl - from Mandy and Karen’s black books. None appealed to you in the right way and eventually you were starting to lose hope.
Not just hope that you would find the right person to attend the event with - the hope that you would find the right person in general.
As the day rolled closer and the dates began to stop, you found yourself dreading the awards night more than anything else. You would be all dolled up in a room full of important people with amazing partners alone.
You decided five minutes before you were supposed to leave for the pre-party that you weren’t going. You left a hurried voicemail on Mandy’s machine, something about the snow and a headache and every single excuse you could make in the span of a minute.
Dressed in your gown and with pristine makeup that took a little longer than you were proud to admit - you drank a warm beer on your couch with Sesame Street paying in the background.
The snow was falling lightly outside and you could only imagine how warm the club the cast was currently in could be. Drinks and laughter and love were probably filling the air and you could spit at the idea.
“Remember we’re on a Broadway budget here - not too many drinks, please?” Tommy called to the group as another round was ordered. There was already a buzz and they hadn’t even walked the carpet yet.
“It’s a celebration!”
“Where’s Y/N?” Chris asked, eyes darting over the crowd the club provided.
“She’s not coming. Something about the snow and a headache and life in general.” Mandy was one drink in, stirring her cocktail with a tiny straw. “I called her six times but no answer - I don’t think there’s any getting through to her.”
“She’s not coming?” Lin asked, dumbstruck. Mandy nodded. “Is this about the date thing?”
Nobody spoke, all waiting for Lin to do exactly what he should.
“Okay. Guys, grab your coats. Ladies, order another round on me.” Lin fished in his pocket and slammed a bill on the bar, tossing back the final sip on his drink. “We’ll meet you at the theater.”
“Where are you going?” Karen called after his retreating form, the gaggle of men following his determined steps.
“I’m gonna kill her.”
You were halfway finished with your beer, rummaging through your pantry for an opened box of Girl Scout cookies you swore were still in there when you heard a thud.
You paused for a moment, waiting for another sound.
Thuds echoed through your entire apartment, and you nearly tripped over the length of your gown trying to find the source.
The sounds led you to the window of your living room - the visual of snow pelting the glass signaled someone trying to grab your attention. You worked the bottom of the window, shoving it open and having to dodge a snowball in the process.
The buzzer was broken - of course the buzzer was broken. Lin groaned as he retreated from the steps of your apartment building.
“Dude, where is your jacket?” Alex asked Chris, who was standing shivering in the snow.
“On my wife.”
“Why does your wife have your jacket?” Questioned Tommy.
“Sometimes you have to give up your jacket and develop hypothermia for the people you love.”
“Buzzer’s broken.” Lin sighed. “She’s not answering her phone either.”
“Looks like we’re breaking in.” Andy shrugged, already taking a step towards the door. A hand on his chest stopped him.
“We are not breaking in.” Lin pushed him back to the group, “I got this.” Lin pivoted back to your building, shouting your name at the top of his lungs.
“Don’t forget we have to perform today.” Chris chided him, hand on his shoulder.
Lin surrendered his yelling and instead found himself packing snow into his hands, wailing it at your illuminated window. The rest of the guys watched as his attempted throws narrowly missed and decided to help him out.
Soon, all four men were chucking hastily made snowballs at your apartment as their cab driver sat and watched, the toll slowly ticking higher and higher.
“What the hell are you doing?” You shouted down to the group of giggling men.
“Get down here!” Lin shouted back, quite a bit louder. “Come on!” The rest of the guys joined him.
You succeeded, slamming your window shut and slipping on the shoes you had perched by your front door. They crunched the snow as you descended the steps of your apartment building onto the empty street.
Lin’s coat was immediately wrapped around your shoulders.
“What are you doing here, you guys should all be on your way to the awards.” You shoved his chest gently.
The other guys stood in the back, making it rather obvious they were watching closely. They shared looks, each wondering is this going to be the night?
“Not without you.” Was Lin’s immediate answer. “It wouldn’t be right. You’ve been with me longer than any of these assholes.” His thumb jerked back to the guys, “You deserve this night more than any of us do.”
“Lin, I’m not in the mood for this right now.”
“You guys should go enjoy your night and I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
“You don’t understand-” Lin stopped himself, the wild rush of adrenaline he had been feeling on the drive over coming to a sudden halt as he took you in. “You look amazing.”
For the first time that night, you smiled.
“I’ll be your date tonight.” He insisted, gloved hands holding yours as you clenched them in the cold. “This is a night of celebration and happiness and the only way I can do that is with you standing next to me.”
You considered this for a moment, before looking over Lin’s shoulder at his merry little gang.
They all called back equal responses. Lin held out his arm to you and you couldn’t find it in yourself to turn away. You linked your arm in his as your friends climbed back in the cab, mumbling words on how happy there were you would be joining them.
“I’m sorry you did all this for me, on your big night.” You whispered to Lin.
“None of that.” He told you, arm squeezing a bit tighter, “You’re gonna have to sit on somebody’s lap.”
You piled into the car, your half finished beer long forgotten on your kitchen counter. Lin, as he was in your everyday life, was right by your side the entire night. You watched as he accepted a Tony Award and pointed at you from the stage, rhyming your name expertly in a perfect couplet.
Your lousy dates and prom dress was in the very back of your mind, and at the forefront was Lin. Not just the Lin who was making his dreams come true that night, but the Lin from all those years ago who had a dream and decided to bring you along for the ride.