What The Heck I Gotta Do To Be With You (Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader)

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You ended up staying in the car for an hour with Lin.

At first, it was just you complaining about your work situation and romance situation (without throwing around names), but then it turned into a full-on rant session. It turned out that Lin had a lot of frustrations in his life too.

By the end, you felt so much better. It felt good to finally express your anger and stress and have someone be there for you.

You both take a deep breath after Lin finishes his final rant.

"That felt good," he says, smiling.

"Yeah. It really did." You look over at him. "Thanks. I really needed this."

He nods. "Me too."

You both smile, then look away.

It felt so nice to just relax and not have anything to worry-

"Wait. Lin, what time is it?"

"Uhhhh..." He checks his phone. "6:30. Why?"

"Crap. Rehearsal ended an hour ago," you say, panic filling. Your date with Leslie was in half an hour, and you hadn't even gone home yet.

"Crap crap crap crap crap crap," you repeat, getting out of your car. All of your stuff was still inside the theater.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Lin follows you inside.

"Um, I have plans and all my stuff is inside and I still need to go home and get ready," you reply, making your way to your dressing room.

"Oh." He pauses. "Oh crap, I totally forgot, I have plans too. Eh, I've mastered the fine art of getting ready in five minutes."

You roll your eyes, trying to hide your smile.

"What kind of plans do you have?", Lin asks casually.

You go inside and quickly shove all of your stuff in your backpack. "A date," you answer quickly, not looking over at him.

You zip up your backpack and turn and see Lin standing in the doorway.

"Oooh, a date? With who?", Lin teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Shut up," you say with a smile, brushing past him.

"No, now I really want to know. What's the guy like? A criminal? A tattoo artist? You know, if he has a lot of neck tattoos, that's not a good sign."

You laugh as Lin follows you back out to the parking lot.

"No, no neck tattoos."

"Hook?"

"Nope."

"Peg leg?"

"No."

"Long grey beard?"

"No!", you exclaim, laughing. You throw your backpack into the backseat of your car. "Why do you think my type is a pirate?"

Lin shrugs. "You just seem like you might be into that."

You roll your eyes, still smiling. "Bye, Lin." You get into the driver's seat.

Lin, once again, appears at the window, and you roll it down.

"Hey, for real, good luck on your date, Y/N."

You feel a pang in your chest, and nod. "Thanks."

He smiles, then moves away from your car, and you back out and drive home.

It takes fifteen minutes to get to your apartment building, so you only had fifteen minutes to get ready for your date, which you were already having a massive freak out about.