Hamilton x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader - Aspiring

NOTE: Hello hey what's up I AM BACK! I wrote this just to see what point I was at if I was still in a roadblock by any chance and I'm finally not! I'll be getting back to requests very soon.

The lights on the ceiling of the corner store were dimly making way for clear vision of the paper that was in front of you. Messy, chicken scratch was marking the slightly crumpled and coffee stained sheet.

Your pen was stuck between your teeth, being lightly bit into. Your (E/C) eyes were skimming the sentences, hoping to catch any grammatical or spelling errors. Most was perfect, but the few words etched out and terrible handwriting made it look worse.

" Guess I should wrap for tonight. Tomorrow I can write the next few pages, " you mutter to no one in particular.

Well, there actually wasn't anyone. In sudden realization that, yes, you were alone, you snapped your head up, giving yourself whiplash. Cringing, you put a hand on your neck, looking around the room. Someone had closed the door and pulled the blinds down, who it was, is debatable.

You'd been lost in your writing for, maybe a couple hours? Pulling out your phone and checking the time, it's 2:31. Not a couple hours. More like 5 hours.

Gasping, you raced up the stairs after stuffing the page under the other 200-or-so other pages, to get to bed. Dan was sitting in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, sipping some coffee and watching some soap-opera.

" Didn't you say you'd stop overworking yourself so much? " your uncle chuckled at your widened eyes and slight sweat dripping down your face.

" Possibly. I didn't mean to, though! I just, lost track of time. Sorry Uncle Dan, " you blushed, embarrassed.

" Don't worry about it, kid. How about you take the day off tomorrow? Seems like you're almost done with that novel. "

Startled, you managed to choke out, " U-uhm, okay! Thank you! Also, I am very close to finishing. I'd say, uhm, 'nother 20 pages. "

He grinned, nodding, as you quickly rushed out to get to bed. You stuffed the papers into a binder, and jumped into bed, not bothering to change.

The next day, the chicken scratch was again out in full force, messily presenting itself on ruled paper. Your hand was cramping the hardest it had in a few days as you scrambled to write down your ideas. It was 8 and you still weren't done, so you were trying to write as quick as possible. So invested in your writing, when you heard a voice say, " Hey (Y/N) " you nearly leapt out of your chair.

" Uh, oh. Hey Katalina, " you breathed out, seeing a friend leaning against the wall, observing your jumpy actions.

" Hey. The other two and I decided we're taking you out. And, " she said, noticing your hesitant movements, " you can't get out of it. You need to take a break. "

Sighing, you slowly nodded. " Alright. I'm sorry for having been ignoring you guys for so long. I've just been busy, " you chuckled, biting your thumb nail.

" It's okay. We know you're working hard, and we're so proud of you and are happy that you're achieving your dreams. But, you are overworking yourself so much. "

You nodded, and pushed the papers into the binder, throwing it onto your bed. Having already been wearing something suitable for going out, you didn't change.

She grabbed your arm and tugged you down, waving at your giddy uncle that was beyond glad you were stopping for a little. She pushed you into the passenger seat and climbed into the back.

" Nice to see you're alive, (Y/N), " the boy in the driver seat, Antonio, also Katalina's boyfriend, chuckled and ruffled your hair.

" Hey! Take it easy on the hair. Now, where are we going? " you asked, stretching and laying back into the chair.

" It's a secret, " the other girl in the back, Amanda, grinned. " Nah, just joking. We're just gonna go eat, and we're meeting up with a few other friends. "

" Sounds good. I haven't gotten much socialization in for awhile, " you noted, staring out at the road.

The car ride wasn't anything notable; just them asking how the book was going and catching up on what was happening with them.

Walking into the restaurant, you met eyes with one of the cutest guys you'd ever seen. Light stubble, dark circles under his eyes, medium-long hair that was pulled back into a bun.
Blushing immediately, you looked at the ground, fiddling with your fingers.

Needless to say, you were beyond thrown-off when Antonio was walking towards the group. Judging from that the other two were following, that must be one of the people they were talking about meeting up with.

When sitting down, you'd purposely sat by him, not being interested in the other two people. Of course, you'd introduced yourself, but hadn't proceeded further. So, you were beyond excited when the others had gotten into a conversation.

" So, greetings and salutations, mystery man. I'm (Y/N), but I'm sure you knew that, as I said it already two other times, " you smiled, holding out your hand.

Letting out a giggle, he grabbed your hand in his and firmly shook it. His hand was extremely warm. " Lin-Manuel. Just call me Lin. Or, uh, I mean you can call me Lin-Manuel, if you want! It doesn't matter, " he rambled, sheepishly blushing.

" You're very cute. I like you, " you nonchalantly observed, causing him to blush more. " So, Mr. Lin-Manuel, what do you do? "

" I kinda write musicals, I guess? " he said, causing you to widen your eyes in interest. " I'm writing a musical about Alexander Hamilton right now. "

" The guy I learned about in 8th grade? Fun, " you teased, and he chuckled. " Okay, I told you what I do, what about you? "

" Alike you, I write, but more like books. I'm writing a book about a teenager who's lost in some desert-like area with only a canteen that never runs out of water, same with some bag of chips, and a ferret. Fun, right? " you mock your writing lightly, him chucking. " Very. "

The whole night was low-key flirting and getting to know each other. Most obviously, you went home with a new friend and phone number.
Before going to bed, your phone dings.

Lin; Hey, wanna hang out like, uh, soon?
Lin: Well it doesn't have to be soon. I mean, is that too sudden?
Lin: Do I sound too creepy? I'm sorry, you're just very interesting.
Lin: I'm digging my own grave here.

Grinning, you text back,
" You free tomorrow night? "