#currently writing a fanfic while listening to feel something and lipsyncing to it as if my life depends on it

[alexanderburrsir]

AU where you’re best friends with Lin-Manuel Miranda

Summary: you come home after a bad day at high school, only to be surprised by your best friend, Lin-Manuel Miranda

Words: 1382

(this is my first time writing fanfics in about 3 years! just wanna get back into it <3 )

Slamming the door of your bedroom behind you, you throw yourself on the bed. Breathing heavily you lie on your back and close your eyes. If today wasn’t already bad enough with your least favourite classes, you were turned down by the girl you’ve long held a crush on and received back too many negative grades. Two weeks ago you were trapped in your room for hours on end writing this biology paper which now stood in front of you with a large, red C- on it.

Chest heaving you took the paper and ripped it to shreds, letting it fall on the floor strip by strip. If the day wasn’t already shit enough, now you’ve possibly lost a friend and arriving closer at failing a subject. It was moments like these you needed your best friend, Lin-Manuel Miranda, more than anything. And he was there. He was always there. Now, however, he was constantly travelling the world filming and whatnot for various projects he was working on.

Sure, being best friends with one of the world’s most successful broadway writers and performers had its perks. You were closely known to the primary Hamilton cast and crew members. You could be guaranteed a spot in your favourite seat, the fourth row from the stage and 8th seat from the left. Lin was a lovely man, it seemed beyond the stars that you were fortunate enough to meet him through your parents. Growing up knowing Lin was like having a second parent. He was always there for you, regardless the 20 year age gap you had.

Now seeing how far Lin had come in his successions drew tears to your eyes, knowing the man you once considered another father was a sought-after writer and composer. Through the course of his time in Hamilton, you frequently babysat his young son when you weren’t drowned in homework. However, since moving to England for his filming of the Mary Poppins revival, you were lucky enough to Skype him once a week, usually on a Saturday evening.

This Friday afternoon you sat there, letting your mind trick and deceive you as you shook and broke down. You knew Lin would be off filming, with his family or seeing the world as he so often did, but you needed to hear his voice more than ever.

People laughed it off that you were friends with Lin-Manuel. They would say you were bragging, or your friendship was too close for a teenager and man with a family. But you and Lin knew nothing of that. Through thick and thin, he knew your darkest feelings and secrets and was there through the highs and lows of it.

Breathing deeply to slow your trembling hands, you opened your phone to see a spam of messages from your friends. They read

“I cannot believe you would just risk tearing us apart, telling ____ you like her and all that!!”

“I’m disgusted at how selfish you are, this is going to make lunchtimes all the more awkward”

“I need some space from you for a while. See you in a few weeks.”

Tears welled in your eyes, heart beating faster and faster. Throwing your feelings aside you clicked Lin’s contact, trembling more and more as the dial went on.  As your phone rang, you swore you could hear a phone ringing downstairs but ignored it, pushing it aside as one of your parent's spare phones. After calling Lin twice to receive no pickup and leaving one long voice mail, you throw your earphones in and head downstairs to scavenge the leftover pizza for an emotion-healing treat. Walking down the stairs, you put on the In The Heights broadway cast album and begin to jam along as “The Club” plays.

Lipsyncing and dancing downstairs would traditionally not be a safe choice of movement, but you’ve discovered that a quick listen to ITH can change any mood in a matter of moments.

You slowly stumble to the kitchen, your mood returning to its former state as Breathe begins to play. Opening the fridge door you feel tears behind your eyes. Although not directly relatable, the lyrics hold a strong meaning of living up to others exceptions, something you are currently struggling with. The song continues and the pizza reheats. As the climax is reached, you are overcome with emotion and throw yourself down on the kitchen counter. shaking with emotion. Lin always knew how to write a good song. A relatable song. In that moment, you were Nina. Caught in a mix and feeling like a disappointment, unsure of what to do next.

In a matter of seconds, you hear someone enter the kitchen and throw their arms around your waist. It takes a moment of shock before you recognise that sweet smelling cologne Lin always wore. Throwing your head up and wiping the tears out your eyes you stutter

“Lin. Lin, you’re here. I thought you were in England? What are you doing here, specifically, what are you doing in my house?”

A bright smile from Lin never failed to cheer you up. The man really had his ways in improving moods in a matter of seconds.

“I missed home. I planned to surprise you when you got home, I even hid balloons in the next room! Must’ve been too caught up watching a video of Tobillo that V sent me to hear you even come in”

Tossing your arms around his neck, you pulled each other into a tight hug. The two of you stood there for at least 20 minutes before you stepped back, still shaking with tears in your eyes.

“I’ve really been struggling lately, Lin. I don’t want to throw my burdens on you, but I needed that hug” you stumbled, wiping tears out of your eyes

“I know, Y/N. I got your voice message. I’ll go as far as admitting your parents convinced me to come see you, they’ve been a little worried” he smiled.

A wave of emotion and confusion hit you. Did it mean that all this time you thought you were being ignored by your parents, they were actually sitting back waiting for the best therapist himself to come home?

Conversation and catch up between you and Lin lasted for two hours, over soggy reheated pizza and later, coffee. He showed you videos of Sebastian learning to play the piano. He presented pictures and videos from Mary Poppins rehearsals that he’d secretly taken, making you promise to show no one else. You talked about your problems, anxieties and your deepest feelings at the time.

By the end, you stood back feeling clean. Stripped of every secret you’d held for the past month, it felt more than perfect to reveal and talk through everything with someone who understood you for who you were. After many tears on both of your behalfs, Lin picked you up and threw you on his back, a move he’d been doing since you were a kid.

Carrying you to the couch he threw you down. Reaching for the remote, he pulled up Netflix and chose the episode of Gilmore Girls he was most recently up to. Despite never seeing the show yourself, you sat and watched, leaning against Lin while his arm hung over your shoulder. Since cutting his hair after Hamilton, it felt weird to lean against him and not feel his hair flick in your face. He’d also recently shaved, an unusual yet charming look for the man with the recognisable goatee.

As the night lead on, he ordered the two of you fresh pizza as you sat in silence and watched Netflix, all whilst never letting go of one another. You knew how this may be perceived by others. but the pure friendship between the two of you was incomprehensible. At the end of the day, through all the bitching, drama and worry of high school, you had your best friend Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who else would be able to say they were close with a McArthur Genius, Pulitzer, Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony winner?

#hamilton #in the heights #fanfiction #lin x reader #lin-manuel miranda #Lin manuel Miranda #friendly friend friend #mary poppins