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His Hair: Part 1

This is my very first Lin x reader fic and I am more than a little nervous. So take it easy on me guys, I’m new to this, haha. Sorry for the length, more parts are coming soon. :3

Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for answering my ask a few days ago and giving me the courage to post this. I hope you like it too, haha.

The first time you noticed was when you met him.

Hamilton was just beginning and you had been practicing your dances for weeks to audition. By some stroke of rare luck, you made it; you were a part of the cast of Hamilton. Albeit a small part, but a part, nonetheless. All of your friends had cheered like crazy and insisted on celebrating the instant they heard the news. But now that the giddiness had faded away, you were left with a stomach full of butterflies and a nervous shake in your step.

Today, you were on your way to a certain dressing room and you couldn’t have felt more underdressed: sweatpants and an old T-shirt were your usual attire during dance practices and that’s what you were wearing right now. Not only that, but you were sure your hair was a mess, because all you’d done was rake it back into a messy ponytail before coming here. Daveed, fellow actor (and quick to becoming your best friend), had found a friend’s phone left behind and asked if you could take it to him. But that friend happened to be Lin-Manuel Miranda.

Yeah, sure, no problem. You could totally take the phone of the guy you secretly thought was amazing and give it to him without stuttering like a fool. No problem at all.

You’d reached the door and you took a breath before knocking. A cheerful, “come in!” sounded and you hesitantly inched the door open.

He was across the room, sitting on a chair with one leg pulled up and his elbow resting on his knee. You took in his jeans and grey tee, along with—oh dang, his hair was longer than you’d thought. Almost-black and with a charming wave to it that made you admire how it curled beneath his ear. Then his dark eyes flicked from the laptop to you, his mouth curving up near the edge, and yep, okay, he was really cute.

“Sorry, I don’t think we’ve officially met yet,” he said, standing up and tugging down the hem of his shirt. “You’re…?”

Oh, yeah, your name. You should probably stop gaping like a fish and tell him that. “(Y/N),” you stammered. “It’s (Y/N). Um, I know who you are, so…” Ohmygodshutup.

But he only smiled wider at your nervous antics and stepped across the room to you. “(Y/N),” he repeated. “I like it.”

You grinned stupidly. “Thanks, uh…is it okay if I call you…?”

“You can call me Lin. Everyone does.”
“Okay. Um. Daveed sent me because you forgot your phone.” You held up the phone you’d been fiddling between your fingers.

Lin’s shoulders sagged a little when he saw it and he dragged a hand over his face with a relieved laugh. “God. I’ve been looking for that for an hour.” He rubbed his fingers across his temple and then back through his hair, before holding his hand out gratefully. “Thanks.”

For some reason, your throat suddenly felt dry. “N—no problem.”

When you handed it over, your fingers brushed against his. There was an instant reaction in your skin, a little thrum that traveled into your hand. At the same time, you thought you heard the slightest catch in Lin’s breath.

Yeah. You were definitely in trouble now.

My friend showed me a blank version of this meme and first thing thought of was: Robinson. Somehow it became this kind of thing~ My contribution to the fandom u w u 

Somehow that “use me” scene is probably one of the most questionable scenes to be taken out of context.

Your Not-So Friendly Neighbourhood Consulting Love Poodle
  • : :THIS WAS GOING TO BE TWO PARTS BUT I COULDN'T WAIT. PLEASE EXCUSE MY CLUTTERING UP THE TAG (PS. IT'S LONG) :)
  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *writing frantically*
  • John: *reading the newspaper*
  • Sherlock: *taps his chin with the pen*
  • John: *glances at him over the paper*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *hastily crossing things out*
  • John: *sighs* Aren't you usually at Bart's-
  • Sherlock: Do you know where William Shakespeare lives?
  • John: ...
  • John: William Shakespeare? As...as in-
  • Sherlock: *frustrated* As in the playwright and romantic poet, yes.
  • John: *amused* Why?
  • Sherlock: *frowns* I need his help.
  • John: *folds his paper* So, you want to know where William Shakespeare lives? Presently?
  • Sherlock: *through gritted teeth* Yes. It's a perfectly simple question.
  • John: *forces a neutral expression* Oh, he lives in Stratford-Upon-Avon but he's a pretty busy man. What with all the plays and poems he's writing. Plus, it's a two hour drive.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Mmm. A phone number?
  • John: *hiding behind the newspaper* Try the Yellow Pages. Why are you so keen anyway?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Women seem to like him. He writes romantic poems.
  • John: *smiles* Ahhh *pauses* Here... *gestures for the paper*
  • Sherlock: *narrows his eyes*
  • John: *rolls his eyes* Trust me.
  • Sherlock: *sighs; hands him the paper*
  • John: *writing, folds the paper and seals it; smiles* Go get her, mate.
  • LATER
  • Molly: *yawns; enters her office and finds a note attached to a muffin*
  • Molly: *confused; reads the note* "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite. I do love nothing in the world so much as you'. Your not-so friendly neighbourhood consulting love poodle. PS. I think Shakespeare is still alive."
  • Molly: ...
  • Molly: *grins*

I love when people say that a villain superhero shows do is stupid. Like everyone is like “wow music meister is dumb!!!” Like the comics books are dumber. Comic books created music meister. There’s a villain named Papercut because he can manipulate paper. Paper!!!!! People are reading wayyy too much into these shows. Shows like this (especially supergirl and the flash) not supposed to be taken seriously. You’re not supposed to think too much about it. Just enjoy it