Trust (Lin X Reader)

Finally getting to meet him omg wtf

Your POV lol duh:

I can't believe it. Today is the day I get to meet him. I've been talking to him online for so long, and I've just been dying to meet him in person. My mom said that it is dangerous to meet someone online in person by yourself, but I trust him. I don't exactly know who he is, but I trust him. I love him. He loves me. Nothing's gonna go wrong.

We decided to meet at Starbucks, since I'm a basic bitch and I can't think of any place for a good first date. Is this even a date? I don't even know this guy's name. I'm a mess. I told him I would be sitting in the corner and I showed him what I was wearing. I had on a black hoodie, some skinny jeans, red converse, and a Hamilton hat that had "A. Ham" written on it. I saw someone approaching me, and he sat down in the seat next to me.

I studied his face and OH MY JESUS IT'S LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA WHAT WHAT WHAT NO THIS IS FAKE HE HAS TO BE A WANNABE WHAT. "Hi." he said in the cutest voice ever. Okay this is Lin. Has to be. "Lin-Manuel Miranda?" I asked skeptically. "Yes. Don't scream it. I don't need crazy Hamilton fans over here or anything. You are the only crazy Hamilton fan I love. Well I mean, I don't hate crazy Hamilton fans but I mean I love you." he said awkwardly. "No it's okay. My name's (insert name here). It's an honor to meet you Lin-Manuel Miranda." I laughed, still extremely shocked by my hero going heart eyes emoji over me. "Please, call me Lin. It's alot easier to say." he chuckled, flushed. I finished my coffee, and he finished his, and we sat down for a few hours just talking about random things. I took out my phone and checked the time. It's 9:00 pm. We got here at like 2. We should probably leave. "Hey, uh, Lin, we should probably get going now." I pointed out. "Wanna come to my place?" he asked smoothly. "I'd love to." Lin got in his car and I popped in the front seat and we started heading towards his house.

We finally made it to the house, and it's huge. Definately alot bigger than mine. He ordered pizza and we sat on the couch. "Wanna hear some drafts from Hamilton that never got released?" he piped up randomly. "Of course!" How could I turn down an offer like this? We sat there for about 15 minutes talking, laughing, and listening to his old Hamilton and In The Heights drafts, when the pizza finally arrived. We sat down and ate, he ate 3 slices of pizza and I ate like 12. "I'm kinda tired." he yawned. "Are you allowed to stay the night?" he asked innocently. "I'll text my mom." I answered.

(insert name here): mom can i stay at my boyfriends house for the night
birthgiver: sure, just be careful. i hope i can meet him some day
(insert name here): alright thanks mom
birthgiver: goodnight honey. stay safe

"My mom says it's okay." I told him. "Great! You can sleep in my room with me!" he cheered like a little kid. Uh oh. I would love to sleep in his room with him, but I tend to snore. And drool. And sleeptalk. And sleepwalk. I can't humiliate myself on the first day of knowing him. I love him too much. "Uh, my mom said I can't sleep with you. She doesn't want me sleeping with guys." I lied. "Well how would your mom find out?" he laughed, pulling me closer. "What if I sleep in the basement or something?" I would sleep on the couch, but I want to be as far from him as possible while I'm asleep. "No, you can't go in the basement." he said sternly. "Why not?" I asked. "Stay. Out. Of. The. Basement." he growled. "Can't catch me." I laughed, then started running towards the basement. He started speeding after me. "Wait! (insert name here)! Stop!" he screamed. I would, but curiosity is getting the best of me. I'm gonna see what he's hiding.

I made it down the stairs, and it smelled foul. I was going to turn back, but then I saw blood on the walls. I looked down and saw a decomposing corpse at my feet, and I jumped back. "Get out of the basement, or I'll fucking kill you." he said shakily, I turned around and saw him looking down at me from the top of the steps, a crazed look in his eyes. "I'll call the cops!" Tears started pouring from my eyes. "No, don't, honeyyyyy." he came down the steps and started running his hand through my hair, and it startled me, so I slapped it away. I saw him reach into his pocket, and pull out a pocket knife. "Sweet dreams, (insert name here)." Before I could react, I saw him plunge the knife into me and everything went black.

this is an 859 word piece of shit and i apologize