Impress Me, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: Reader has to interview Lin last minute and has no idea who he is.
Author’s Note: I fell in love with the idea that Lin’s dad will only refer to him as ‘Lin-Manuel’? I have no idea why? Lots of dialogue cause…you know…it’s an interview thing. Also…this is the 13th fic I’ve written for Lin…whaaaaatttt.
Warnings: Cursing. A baby I decided to name ‘Elizabeth/Eliza’.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Toothbrush in mouth, keys in hand, purse thrown over your shoulder, you descended the stairs of your New York apartment building.
Of course Chris was sick. Of course you were the only one who could fill in. Of course you had no idea who the guy you were interviewing was.
To top it all off, you were late picking up your niece from your sister’s place.
You found yourself pushing her stroller as she sat excited, glancing upward at any person who passed by and happily waving at them. Most waved back.
The cafe was closed. The lights were on, but it was quite early to be open. You knocked twice.
“Sorry, we’re not open until 9.” The barista said, taking in your disheveled appearance and the child you were pushing along.
“I’m here to do an interview. Lin-Manuel Miranda?” You self-consciously adjusted yourself.
“He’s here.” She held the door open as you struggled to fit the stroller through the entrance.
He stood as you approached him. He was nothing like the pictures you had quickly glanced at on google. He was clean shaven, short haired, and wasn’t dawning a period costume.
“You’re not Chris.” He stated, offering his hand to shake, “And neither are you.” He knelt down to your niece’s level. She waved at him, he happily and enthusiastically waved back.
“Chris had to cancel, but I have his notes.” You held up the giant packet you had to print this morning, “This is Elizabeth.” You slammed the packet on the table before moving her from the stroller to the highchair the barista had offered, “And I’m Y/N.”
You quickly ordered before you both took your seats, him sipping the coffee he had already been served and you frantically shuffling through the papers Chris had supplied.
“Do you know who I am?” There wasn’t cockiness, there was a genuine curiosity. You winced at the question.
“No?” He beamed at the answer, sitting up in his seat.
“May I?” He glanced at the notes in your hand. You hesitated. “Trade you?” He fished in the pockets of his coat before pulling out a gently used notebook. His personal notebook.
You considered it for a moment before agreeing, pushing the notes across to him. He took them, pushing his notebook across to you.
“Off the record?” He asked before you could get your hands on it.
“You know you don’t really have to say ‘off the record’? Your publicist approves everything before it goes to print.”
“I know.” He smiled, letting his notebook go, “It just seemed like a cool thing to say.”
You flipped through a few pages, his handwriting was large and scattered, as if he was trying to write faster than his mind out of fear the words would disappear. You glanced up at him for a moment to see him frantically scratching away at the packet with a pen. Sometimes his eyes would skim down a page and crumple it up, throwing it to the side.
Elizabeth begins to stir, preparing herself to cry. Before you could move, Lin offers her his hand, and she completely stops her fussing to tug at his fingers. He hums quietly, a song you couldn’t place, but comforted her enough for her to settle back into a calm state.
You didn’t comment, just ducked your head back into his book.
“Alright.” He finally said, pushing back what remained of the packet. “Ask me these questions.”
The questions he left you with only took a few minutes to get through, leaving you with nearly an hour left over. You set aside your notes, but continued recording.
“What do you do with your time now?”
At some point during the interview, Elizabeth had begun to stir again and Lin acted out of instinct, lifting her out of her high chair with your permission and began to walk in paces from wall to wall of the cafe with her tucked close to his chest.
You turned your chair and sat on it backwards to take in what he said in a hushed voice.
“Anything. I went on vacation, which is unheard of for me. I wrote a show on never wanting to leave my fucking neighborhood.” You also learned he cursed like a sailor, “If you could go on vacation right now, where would you go? Just hop on the first flight there with no consequences.”
“I don’t know, maybe I’d just hop on the first flight period. See where it takes me.”
“See, I couldn’t do that! The uncertainty…it’s insane. It’s consuming! I don’t know why it exists, probably that whole fear of death thing? Pretty crazy.”
And there it was. A completely different person than the person who had answered your pre-prepared questions. No longer scripted, and with a baby in his arms, he was completely open.
“Fear of death?” You pressed on.
“Everyone has it. Nobody likes to admit it. Every time you’re driving up a hill, too close to the edge don’t you think ‘Hey, what if I drove off?’. Everyone does it, I probably do it way too often.” He turned his attention back to Elizabeth, “Is she yours?”
“My sister’s.” You answered, “I’m not married, don’t have any kids.” You added before you could stop yourself.
“Good.” Was all he said as he settled Elizabeth, who he now fondly called ‘Eliza’, back into her stroller.
“Alright.” You mused, “You’re like, a pretty big deal, right?”
“Eh…” He answered, shrugging his shoulders and taking the spot across from you.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Impress me.”
“What? Like, rap? Something from Hamilton?”
“If you think that’ll impress me.” You challenged, nonchalantly brushing dirt off your pants.
“Alright.” He smirked back, making your confidence waver for a second. He pulled his phone out, quickly unlocking it and opening the contacts app, “Who do you want to call?”
He slid out of his chair and took the seat next to you, allowing you to hover over his shoulder as he scrolled through.
“You have Jennifer Lopez in your phone as ‘Jenny From the Block’?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“Have I mentioned you’re kinda a nerd?” He beamed as he continued his scrolling. “I know who I want to talk to.” He hummed, and you almost changed your mind when he passed Robert Downey Jr, “I want to call your father.”
This certainly took him by surprise as you happily snatched his phone away in search of a contact labeled ‘Dad’. When it came up with nothing, you remembered who you were sitting with and instead found him under ‘Mi Padre’.
You hit ‘Call’ before he could stop you and put the call on speaker as the two of you huddled around the phone. He prayed his father wouldn’t say something too embarrassing. You prayed that he did.
“Lin-Manuel, why are you calling me in the middle of the day? Some of us regular people have jobs.”
“I already love him.” You whispered to Lin.
“Padre, I’m doing an interview. I said she could call anyone on my phone and she picked you.” There was a pregnant pause, making you think for a moment you had scared him off.
“I would have called JLo.” Was his answer, causing you to laugh nearly loud enough to wake up Elizabeth. “Is that her?”
“Yes! Hello Mr. Miranda! Sorry if we’re interrupting something.” You prayed you hadn’t, not wanting to make a horrible first impression with him
“Lin-Manuel she sounds beautiful! Have you done something stupid yet?”
“Not yet.” Lin giggled, proud of himself.
“Well, it’s only a matter of time.” Lin’s smile immediately fell. “I have a meeting, I’ll call you after I get out. Ask the beautiful woman out, Lin-Manuel!” Before Lin could chime in, the connection was gone.
You imagined Mr. Miranda happily strolling into his meeting with a shit-eating grin.
“You had to pick him.”
“Let’s call your Mom next!” You snatched the phone, sprinting out of your chair, scrolling for any sign of ‘Mom’ in his contacts. Before you could get very far, hands were at your waist, stopping you from getting away. You tried to keep the phone away, wiggling into the cafe wall, but his reach was too long for you.
You attempted to wrestle it back, but he held it high over your head, leaving you pinned against the cafe wall, glaring up at him.
He smirked down at you before locking his phone and pocketing it, not moving away from you.
“So, should I take my father’s well-meaning advice?” He fidgeted under your gaze, suddenly appearing nervous, “Should I ask out the beautiful woman?” You hesitated for a moment, allowing him to fidget more.
“Fine. But I get to call Jenny from the Block next time.” You placed one finger on his chest, pushing slightly so you could move past him, ready to collect your things and to get Elizabeth back home.
As you sauntered on, you heard a grunt and a crash. You whipped around to find Lin had attempted to follow you, only to trip over himself and fall straight onto his ass.
“My dad did warn you it was only a matter of time until I did something stupid.”