Parallel Lines Who Meet, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: Loosely based off of Stephen Sondheim’s musical ‘Company’.
Author’s Note: With a midnight re-watch of my first favorite musical, Company, I was inspired to write something loosely inspired by it. Lin is Bobby in this scenario. Ish. If you don’t have the time to sit and watch this lovely production (which includes great stars, like Stephen Colbert!), I recommend at the very least listening to ‘Being Alive’ and ‘Someone is Waiting’’.
Warnings: Negative talk of marriage, divorce. 2k words of me rambling and nothing really happening.
“Happy birthday, Lin!” The group cheered in unison.
The man of the hour stood at the entrance of his apartment, looking on at the scattered party guests, each holding the hand of their significant other. He had been running late for the party in his honor - something that had been intended as a surprise but that he had known about for weeks.
“Thirty-five! You don’t look it!” Pippa cried, lingering by the gift table. She placed a pristine, wrapped box next to the dozen others, “You can return it. I mean, what do you get for the man that has everything?”
“Maybe a wife?” Teased Steven by her side, a giggle escaping his fiancee. Her ring glittered in the dimly lit room as she moved to cover her mouth.
“I better-” Lin pointed the guests all anxiously waiting for their turn with the birthday boy.
“Go, we won’t keep you.”
He was delivered boxed compliments all night, perfectly prepared ahead of time. Thirty-five and you’ve accomplished so much! Thirty-five and you look thirty-two! Thirty-five and look at where you are!