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bruhnushka · 7 years

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the bus part 2 (Lin Manuel Miranda x reader)

summary : ur on a bus & Lin happens to be on the same one too & u expose ur fangirlness

warnings : maybe cussing¿? embarrassment ,, shipping

pronouns : they/them

a/n : I’m sorry it took so long GUYS !! I’m a bad PERSON & A BAD WRITER!! enjoy

tags : @youtubeandsatan @favriotefightingfrenchmeme @katkitters

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you put your head to the window instead of his shoulder, plugging both earphones in and handing him the phone.

“you want to choose something?” you ask, laughing at him fumbling with your phone. the music app was opened up, so he roamed your music library, and found a playlist full of your favorite musical songs. he scrolled down, finding alexander hamilton, and pressed it.

“that’s quite self-indulgent” you comment, then pluck out one earphone and pressed it into Lins hand, beckoning him to use it. he listened to the song with you, and you dramatically lip synced the song, making him smile. you reach for your phone and put one of your songs, (favorite west side story song), and watched a grin break out on his face.

“no way!”

“YES way! I love west side story oh my god!” you laugh. he grins and keeps staring at you, even after the moment is done.

“what is it? Do I have something on my face?” you ask, and Lin shakes his head. you look at him quizzically, and he chuckles.

“you know, you should stop covering that smile of yours, it really is something else.” he pushes some hair out of your face. a blush danced across your face.

“uh- thanks.” you reply, not knowing how to react to such a blatant compliment.

“no problem.” and you two stopped conversing. you felt your eyelids start to droop again, and Lin watched you drift off to sleep. your head fell against the window, but with Lin moving ever so slightly and manipulating his arms, your head now rested on his shoulder. he smiled to himself and played with your hair. it was a long bus ride, but at least he had you with him.

he checked the clock, 4 hours to their destination. he knew you’d wake up in the next hour, which means he had about 3 hours to make a long enough lasting impression that you’d even consider going out with him. maybe he’d buy you coffee on the way back? maybe he’d continue texting you and slow burn his way to your heart? he needed to know where you lived too, in the least creepy way possible. what if you were from England? he didn’t hear it in your voice, but you never know. if you were in New York or San Francisco- that would be enough. he had houses in both areas, because of the huge productions going on between the two. he could move the California house and grow closer to YOU until one day you confess your undying love to him and you both get married and live happily ever after. ok maybe he was taking this a little too far, but he did want at least a chance with you at something.

he felt you begin to stir and looked at you. you were blushing as you realized the position you had fallen into, stuttering an apology before yawning and stretching out.

“how much longer till we reach Millford Sound?” you ask, too lazy to do the math.

“about 2 hours. why? that desperate to get away from me?” he jokes, making you roll your eyes.

“no you dum dum, the rest of my family and tanushka’s are waiting there. they went on an earlier bus.” you reply, redoing your hair and getting your stuff together. you take out your phone and start to scroll through the twitter notifications. little known to Lin, you had quite a large following on twitter. his post urged people to start creating a ship name with the two of you, something spreading to the ends of twitter.

“no way.” you muttered, laughing as you saw some of the posts.

if (shipname) doesn’t float then I’m banishing myself to an island where I will eventually die alone of no human contact nor supplies

y/n & Lin are my new ship and I will die by them

I s2g y/n is already so cute & Lin is a smol they’re made for each other

repeat it with me kids- (shipname) is realer then the tea on d-trump

you showed them to Lin, his eyes widening.

“I guess we have a few shippers on our hands” he says.

“no SHIT captain obvious!” you laugh, then check tumblr. somehow, the ship had spread there too. maybe… the thought went through your head. if he wanted your number, what else could he want? you shook your head, there was no way! how could a fan like you get the most amazing genius on the planet?

(idk should I continue?) (I’ll put in the link to the previous chapter afterwards when I have access to a computer)

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