Rewind, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: Sequel to ‘Still Hurting’.
Author’s Note: Hello! More fics! I already have some in progress, but feel free to keep sending in prompts!
While Lin’s response the night before had been breathtaking and tripled every feeling you had been trying to suppress for him, you had no idea where the two of you stood.
Were you involved? Were you just talking?
You felt childish - only one step away from asking one of your friends to ask one of his friends if he like-liked you.
The next day, you slept in a bit later than planned and rushed into the theater only twenty minutes before the top of the show.
You hustled to Pippa’s dressing room, your temporary home while she was on vacation. You half-assed your stage makeup in ten minutes and ran through a warm up in five as your mics were placed in your hair.
You stripped and changed into your first costume of the day. As the dress was zipped up by your dresser, a knock sounded at the door.
“Come in!” You called.
“Hello hello hello!” Lin poked his head in, “Sleep in today, babe?”
Your eyebrow quirked at the use of the name. Since when were you ‘babe’ to him?
Your dresser also picked up on the phrase, smirking as she reminded you of the time and took her leave.
“Forgot to set my alarm babe.” You told him, giggling when he faltered.
“I can’t call my girlfriend babe?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“So I’m your girlfriend now? Thanks for involving me in that conversation.” You moved forward, forcing his arms apart and around you.
“Well after last night…” He started, stepping closer, his nose bumping against yours, “I can’t help but think there’s something going on.”
His breath fanned across your face as his lips drew closer.
“Cast to places. This is the whole cast to places call.” The stage manager called over the PA, forcing the two of you apart.
“See you out there, babe.” Lin backed away, smirking at just how flustered he left you. You took a second to compose yourself and steady your breathing as you heard the first notes of the show play.
You quickly realized that Lin would be the death of you.
It didn’t take long for word to spread, and Lin’s desperate need to be in close proximity to you was easy to pick up on.
Intermission for you was spent going over notes. Remembering choreography was difficult when you had to bounce between roles like you did, and sometimes you needed to study.
“Y/N.” Your head shot up to the open door, where Chris stood in all his Washington glory.
“Mr. President.” You greeted, closing your notes, “What’s up?”
“When did you and Lin start bangin’?” His casual nature caught you off guard. That, and the presidential uniform he confidently wore. He took a seat on Pippa’s couch, motioning for you to join him.
You gathered the skirt of your gown in your arms and scampered over to sit next to him. He cleared his throat after a moment, unsure of where to begin.
“Lin’s my best friend.” You nodded in affirmation, “I’m gonna be very protective of him.”
“Sure.” You answered, bracing yourself for the worst.
“That being said, you are way out of his league!”
Your face split into a grin and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m not kidding, does he have a spell on you? Did he witness you murder someone and this is the only way he’ll keep your secret?”
“All due respect, Chris, but he’s the one that’s out of my league.”
He inspected you for a moment. The light smile on your lips, the genuine look of adoration and uncertainty in your eyes. The same things he had recognized in Lin just moments ago after he told him of the events from the night before. Your walk home, your near-midnight confession, his inability to fall asleep with you on his mind.
“Yeah.” Chris finally said, patting your knee and forcing himself to his feet, “You pass.”
He sauntered out of the room before you could so much as comment on the fact that he was testing you.
Lin was antsy from the moment he asked you out to dinner that night. He tapped an unrecognizable beat on his leg the entire walk to the cafe. You had been there together a million times - in between shows, after shows, just to have lunch together - but the both of you felt there was something different about the night.
Conversation was just as easy and fun as it normally was, but the entire walk back to your apartment building was tense.
You stopped at the bottom of the steps, hesitating to go any further. Lin stopped in his tracks and watched for a moment. Your eyes were fixed on the door, where you had stood the night before and proclaimed your love without a moment’s hesitation.
You wish you could go back to the night before and see yourself in that moment. You wish you could back and replay everything about that moment. You remember Lin’s hands in his jacket pockets, either from the cold or to keep them contained.
His hair was tucked behind his ears but it was messy from him quickly tugging his mic out - he was always the first of the cast to be unattached from his mic.
You heard your name being called, and swiveled to see Lin’s concerned eyes on you. His hand was subconsciously tugging at the bottom of your jacket, something he usually did when the two of you walked through the busy streets and he wanted to be sure he didn’t lose you in the bustling crowd.
“You didn’t let me say it last night.” You told him.
“You cut me off before I could really say it. I was going to tell you something but you stopped me.”
“I did.” He answered, eyes going to the door, “Do you want to try again?” He gestured over to the spot, a single light bulb illuminating overhead.
You grinned and took the steps two at a time, situating yourself in the exact right spot. He still stood at the bottom, eyes shining with something you had seen them shine with before but was always unable to name it until now.
“I love you.” You started.
“I love you too.” He said, sticking to the script.
“No.” You breathed as he slowly climbed the stairs. He nodded. This time, he wasn’t going to cut you off, “I’m in love with you, Lin.”
He was on you in a second, lips on yours, arms around your waist to keep you grounded. You pushed back enthusiastically, tugging at the bottom of his jacket. His cold fingers found themselves creeping up your shirt, tickling the bare skin at your stomach.
He pulled back while he could still control himself, knowing that if he let it get any farther, he wasn’t sure if he could stop.
“I’m in love with you, too.” He told you, dizzy and crystal clear at the exact same time.
You silently nodded to the door, an invitation for him to join you inside. He nodded coolly, but the silent cheer he did behind your back as you unlocked the door told another story.
“Pippa’s gonna have a lot to catch up on when she comes back.” You teased, tugging him by the neck of his shirt into your apartment building.