Hamilton x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader - Wilde

Summary: You're oddly similar to Nick Wilde.
Triggers: cussing maybe
Time period: present
Note: CONGRATS TO ZOOTOPIA FOR WINNING THE GOLDEN GLOBE!!!🖤 I'm so happy for them! also wow,, I posted

Slamming the door open to your apartment, a light that you had left on warmly glowed in front of you. The buzz of the building radiated a kind and homely feeling.

Walking in and closing it, you throw your bag on the floor and sunk into your plush couch. The fabric and foam seemed to give you a big hug, as your eyes fluttered to close and you let out a content sigh.

Your phone, in your pocket, hummed, and you pulled it out to see your co-worker, and best friend, Lin-Manuel Miranda, calling you. Without hesitation, you clicked the green button that would accept the call, and pressed it to your ear.

" Hey (Y/N)! Can I come over? I need to run over some lines with you and stuff, " he asked. You could hear some shuffling in the background. " Yup! " you say, and he thanks you and hangs up.

Only a few minutes later, you hear a knock on your door. You get off the couch, opening the door to a Lin who looked much more tired than he had around an hour ago. He barged in, slamming a couple notebooks and loose papers on your countertop.

" Okay, so I didn't just cast you as Nick, because you're an amazing singer and actress- " you had blushed at this comment, he had told you this morning he wanted you as Nick Wilde for the Zootopia musical he was working on, similar to Aladdin- " but because you remind me much of him.

You're also just a great writer, and I know you'll be able to perfectly embody his way of talking in a sophisticated, musical way. So. I'm here to ask, can you help me with the lyrics? "
Accepting, you went through the music with him, working on picturing Nick with every word and phrase.

Collaborating, you quickly went through, and completed his lines.
" God damn; you're too good at this. He's not gonna be talking for a little, so I'm gonna just call it a night and work on Judy tomorrow. So I'll see you tomorrow? " he asked, gathering his papers.

" Lin, it's late. Just stay over, " you say, leaning against the wall, " You have backup clothes here, anyway. " He chuckles, " Yeah, fine, alright. But I can't imagine the couch is too comfortable. I always feel bad to kick you to it."

" It's fine, " you comment, walking to the bathroom, " I'm gonna start getting ready for bed, feel free to eat or whatever. "

The next weeks were spent writing lyrics and lines until it was finally time to start the choreography.

You learned that he had many of his Hamilton coworkers joining back, like Jasmine being Bellwether, Chris as Chief Bogo and Daveed as Lionheart. And Lin, himself, chose to take the part of Judy.

Late nights were spent between you two, working on dancing and doing everything properly. He had, really, no trouble, but you were a terrible dancer. So terrible, in fact, he decided for most of Nick's dancing scenes to just be ironic dancing.

Working with Lin and reciting snarky remarks and hugs became a second life to you. Aching feet and numb bones. Lin, one night, had pulled you home with him.

" Come on, you need to take a break. We're gonna watch movies and eat until we explode. You need this break, " he grinned, tugging you into his apartment. " But there is no rest for the hardworking! " you dramatically whine, sitting down on his couch next to him. " Whatever hard worker, just try to enjoy yourself. "

All those late nights with Lin, those dancing and writing nights, finally came into perspective on opening night. Nerves were high for you, everyone joking and pushing you around, telling you to calm down.

They didn't subside until you were finally on stage. Everything was a blur, perfect singing and lines until you were taking off the tie and cargo pants.

You'd quickly became a popular from the people that had shown up to watch the musical; followers and articles were pouring in left and right. Interviews occasionally, to get the scoop before you guys hit Broadway. You'd barely been around Lin.

It wasn't until one of the most meaningful nights; when you had finally gotten to the Richard Rodgers. Everything was perfect, everyone on top of their game. The former Hamilton stars were enjoying their time back on their old stomping grounds; the newbies loved admiring the old building.

The bow at the end of the show had been beyond meaningful; as you bowed, you felt a rush of warmth go over you and the cheering engulfed you. You looked around and giggled; those nights had payed off.

You looked over at Lin, who was on your left, him giddily smiling and looking at you. The overhead lights perfectly highlighted his face, and his short, raven black hair. Your face lit up as you realized what those late nights and sleepovers were: you were in love with him.

After the show, you knocked on the door of his dressing room. You heard a " come in! " and you opened the door to see Lin still in costume alike you but him wearing capris and a pink flannel.

" H-hey Lin. I'm sorry that I haven't been able to talk to you in awhile, " you stutter apologetically. " It's fine. I know you've been busy, " he hummed, setting down his phone.
" Listen, god damn, I need to get this out of my system because my odds of getting shut down are beyond scary, and, I just, Lin, I'm in love with you, " you blurted out, palms sweaty.

The short man giggled, and tugged you by the tie into a kiss. You kissed back in a rather long kiss.

You both pulled away, and he engulfed you into a hug. You buried your face into his hair. " I love you, too, Nick, " he murmured, and you could feel his eyes open quickly. " No, not Nick. I mean, uh, sorry (Y/N). "
" Yeah yeah, Carrots. Everyone makes mistakes. "