Hamilton Oneshots!

Control {Platonic! Lin x Teen Reader}

no this isn't some weird incest sh*t calm yoselves I ain't into that--

pairing; platonic! lin x teen reader

time; modern

warnings; harsh words

type of oneshot; not rlly fluffy but like not entirely angsty?

requested?; yea! thanks for the request @Foxieshifter!

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"Alright! You're hired!"

"Mkay."

Your POV

I wouldn't lie, I could be a bit of a brat some days. Sure, I didn't mean it (most of the time), it was just me I guess. So how did I, annoying teenager (Y/N) (L/N), who wears a two-sizes too big sweatshirt and picks the occasional fight, get hired by Lin-Manuel Miranda? Yeah, I don't know either.

I was just more of a personal assistant if anything, not that I wanted to... socialize... with the others. Not my forte.

~

I would be lying if I said I didn't hear the whispers. From both my fellow high school students and even some of the Hamilton cast members.

"Aw, looky here! It's lil (Y/N)!"

I marched up to Adrian, pushing him against the lockers. "You wanna say that again, Woods? I wouldn't unless you want this 'lil' girl to shove you so hard into the lockers it'll leave a permanent dent. Not just in the locker."

He winced. "You freak! Psycho! Get the f*ck away from me!"

I snickered as my so-called bully struggled to get away. "Gladly."

I backed off and he ran, Myers and Lukas at his heels.

~

"Don't you think she's a little young to be here?"

"It's not that I'm concerned about. It's rather her and her attitude..."

"She just looks a little... mysterious, is all."

Yeah. That's what I put up with. But that was who I was. A 'mysterious' teenager who wasn't afraid to stand up for herself. But sometimes... the sadness was stronger than defending myself.

~

"Damn. You're better than me at this than me!"

I was sat at a piano with Lin in the Richard Rodgers theater.

I sent him a half-smile. "I have been playing since I was a toddler, Mr. Miranda."

He chuckled. "I remember you saying that now. But I told you, you can call me Lin, (Y/N)."

I nodded slightly, going back to playing Burn. While playing, I didn't notice the small crowd of cast members watching.

By the end, I heard clapping. Turning my head, I finally saw them. I felt my cheeks flare up in embarrassment.