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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Definitely, Possibly

#Rampitup1Kinktober Day 5

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Actress!Reader

Summary: You hated Daveed, but you loved what he did with his hands.

1Kinktober Kink: Hand kink

Word Count 1.4k

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, angst, intoxication, dirty talk, manual sex, cuming in a closet. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

For more context read Definitely Not, and Definitely, Maybe

A/N: This is for the 5th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! TYSM for following me! 🧡

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Daveed pulled you back into the closet in your master bedroom, hand clamped around your mouth so you wouldn’t yelp. His sandalwood smell was all up in your nostrils, along with the lavender hand soap in your bathroom.

“Shhhhhhh. I just wanted to talk to you alone.”

Daveed held you against his chest, one hand on your mouth and the other at your waist, holding you to him.

You elbowed him and he released you. You turned around and stared him down. You could tell that he was lit.

“How did you get into my closet, Diggs?”

It was your birthday, and since you were filming in your hometown of Atlanta, you invited the cast to your house to celebrate. The cast included Diggs, so you couldn’t not invite him, even though you two didn’t get along.

“Yo! It’s your birthday and allat, and I just wanted to make amends. Came in here for my jacket, used the head. You don’t mind do ya? You look hella angry.”

He was talking with his hands, and if you liked anything about Daveed, it was his hands. You couldn’t be mad at him, he was loose and so much less uptight like this. If only he was like this more often…

“It’s fine, D.” You grabbed his hand. “Go on back out there and….” Daveed jerked his hand and brought you to him again.

“I like being close to you.”

Daveed put his hand around your throat. It wasn’t menacing. You actually felt safe with his long fingers around you.

“You like it too, I can feel your pulse. It’s racing.”

The alcohol gave him the courage that he didn’t have on set. Alcohol lowered his inhibitions and put away his shyness.

Your eyes glinted at him.

“Could that be because you’re choking me?”

You held in a chuckle. You weren’t scared. Just the opposite in fact.

Daveed grinned, almost blinding you.

“Yeah. Maybe. Have you dreamed about me choking you?”

He looked quizzically at you.

“Because I’ve dreamed lots of dreams about you.”

You gulped and Daveed grinned again.

“What are you trying to do? What if I scream? That wouldn’t be a good look.”

You two heard the music and laughter from the living room, kitchen area. The party was lit.

“Then try not to scream.”

Daveed put another hand on your back, bending you to him as he slid his hand down your throat to your collarbone. You felt his his thickness through his jeans. This was new.

You smiled at him.

“So it’s true. You want me too?”

Daveed’s long finger traced your face from your forehead to your chin and back up to your lips. It rested there and you opened your mouth, took it in, and bit it.

Daveed drew back and stuck it in his own mouth, laughing. Those lips were everything.

“I knew you were a wildcat. Does that mean that you want me to unhand you, or that you’d like it rough?”

“Like what rough, Diggs? I never said I wanted you.”

You didn’t make a move to get out of his grip. Your nipples were hard and your cunt was starting to drip.

“You’re right, in fact, you’ve screamed that you hated me all over the set, and on every location in the city. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.”

Daveed was at it again, now with his other hand, grabbing your dress from behind and inching it up. You didn’t stop him. You were interested in where this was going.

“What does that mean?”

The way he was switching up from slang to Shakespeare was wild.

“Well, it means that the reason that you hate me is that I haven’t made you cum yet.”

“What makes you think that I need you to do that?”

“Oh, you don’t, you have that magic bullet and the wand.”

You gasped as you realized that he rifled through your drawers.

“But I think you want a real live human being whose initials are the triple D….”

Daveed’s hand was on your bare ass now. the fact that you chose to wear a thong either a blessing or a curse right now. He grabbed a handful of ass and squeezed, long fingers in your crease and discovering your wetness.

“Daveed Dumbass Diggs? I knew it.”

You laughed. You wanted to see where this went. You might regret it in the morning, but alcohol had you loose too.

That grin spread across his face again.

“You know what my middle name is, girl. I know you’ve googled me.”

He squeezed again.

“And you’re trying to distract me from the fact that you are dripping wet.”

Daveed dug your thong out of your ass and pulled it, causing it to go between your folds. You whimpered at the stimulation.

“You like that? Yeah?”

You nodded, tired of fronting.

Daveed’s hand reached down and around your ass to find your clit and your wet hole. He fingered your cunt and your clit, his pinky ghosting over your puckered hole as well.

“Damn, you’re good with your hands,” you whispered as he finger fucked you to within an inch of your life.

He was lifting you off the ground with one hand in your crevices and one hand on your neck.

“I asked if you like that?”

Daveed’s voice was a little menacing and that made you wet. He leaned down and licked your neck. At the same time he shifted his hand around and went down the front of your panties, getting a better angle to fully manipulate your clit and pussy.

“Fuck, Daveed, Fuck!”

Daveed watched you as your eyes glazed over and your eyes rolled back into your head. He drew his hand out of your panties, licked his fingers, and put them back in, flicking your clit with a mixture of your fluids and his saliva.

“You wanna fuck? Oh. I don’t know about that. I’m gonna get you off right here though. Unless you want to beg for it?”

His voice was everything. You could listen to those deep melodies all night. But you would be damned if you begged him for anything.

Your beautiful eyes glinted at him. That’s what he loved about you. Your fire. He had to tamp it down a bit for you to realize what was going on between you. This was step one.

Daveed squeezed your neck and curled his long fingers at the same time, finding that magic spot inside you that made you almost scream.

He moved his hand from your neck to your mouth and that somehow was even sexier to you. You came on the heel of his hand, rocking back and forth on it, as you were practically sitting on it.

You allowed yourself some noise, knowing that his hand would muffle most of the sound. There was comfort and pleasure in that.

When you had come down from your high, Daveed set you down, fixed your panties, and straigtened your dress.

“Forgot to tell you that you look nice tonight. I like your dress, your hair, your eyes.”

His eyes scanned your countenance and you felt seen.

Daveed leaned close and you closed your eyes, ready for the kiss. Instead he whispered in your ear.

“All you gotta do is ask for what you want. Happy Birthday.”

You rocked back on your heels as Daveed moved past you out of the closet. You opened your eyes.

“You’ll be waiting a long time, Daveed. ‘Cause I fucking hate you!”

You yelled it at his back as he exited your room, not caring if anyone heard. They would all think it was just another Tuesday.

You would never ask Daveed Diggs for anything but your check. Definitely nothing else.

“Shit,” you said to yourself as you rejoined your guests at the party.

Daveed had you fucked up. And in less than 10 minutes.

You watched him drink his drink and then lick his fingers, ostensibly of liquor, but you knew that he was licking you off of them. Your pussy pulsed again. And he looked at you like he knew that.

You stared at him staring at you from across the room.

Maybe he could be of service to you on your birthday instead of your wand.

Possibly.

Let me know.

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hamiltonimagines · 4 years

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It’s Been a While

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Request: “Hey girl! Can you do a Daveed imagine where you and Daveed used to be best friends in high school and y’all kept in touch a little after but once he joined Hamilton he stopped talking to you. You posted something about being excited to go see the show and Daveed sees it and he like brings you backstage to talk, but y’all get into a fight about who stopped talking to who and eventually you give up and leave and he shows up to your apartment and does something really cute! Thanks 🥰🥰🥰” - @roxanne2020

Word Count: 1.8k

I had never been more excited, I was going to see Hamilton tonight. I had gotten a text the other day from the one and only Lin-Manuel Miranda. He had told me that he was friends with Daveed and that Daveed had mentioned me and our past. Lin said that Daveed had brought up how he regretted that we lost contact. Lin gave me a ticket for the show tonight so that I could finally see Daveed after all these years.

Daveed had been my best friend in high school. We were the friends who told each other everything and we valued our friendship more than anything. We both went to different colleges and we started talking a lot less. Then he got cast in Hamilton and moved off to New York. We hadn’t spoken since besides a few texts on birthdays or holidays.

I wondered if Daveed would even want to talk to me. It had been so long and I was unsure if we could be friends again or if too much time had passed.

I had gotten ready for the show and took a picture in my outfit. I posted it to Instagram with the caption: Seeing Hamilton tonight, let’s see if it’s as amazing as everyone says it is.

I checked my hair in the mirror one last time and then left my apartment. Ironically, I had moved to New York after college. I always wondered if I would randomly run into Daveed in the street, it never happened though.

I got on the subway and checked my phone. I saw a new comment on my Instagram post. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was from Daveed. It said “Looking forward to seeing a familiar face in the audience”.

I felt my cheeks heat up a little and I felt a familiar warm feeling in my chest. With all this time apart, I may have developed the slightest crush on Daveed. I knew it was weird, especially since at one point he was my ride or die.

I eventually got to the theatre and I went in and found my seat. I got chills when the show started. Then Daveed walked on stage and it was like the world froze. It was then in that moment that I realized how much I had missed him.

The show ended and I was beyond blown away. My expectations had been high, but this surpassed any expectation I had. I didn’t think this show could truly be as good as everyone said it was, but they were all right. This show was phenomenal.

I was standing, along with the rest of the theatre, and applauding as the cast took their final bows. Daveed made eye contact with me as he walked off the stage and he froze for a second, as if it was too good to be true. His eyes lit up and he gave me a soft smile, before leaving the stage.

Then, a few minutes later, my phone started to ring. I saw Daveed’s name on my screen. I answered the phone with a smile on my face. “Hello there stranger” I said, giggling. “So you’re really here?” He asked. “Yeah, I am” I said. “Can you come backstage? I need to see you” he told me. “Anything for you” I told him, smiling.

He told me who to talk to and then he hung up. I found the person who worked for the theatre and told them what Daveed told me to say. The employee let me backstage.

I was in a hallway with a bunch of the cast and ensemble running up and down the halls. I was overwhelmed to say the least. How would I find Daveed? Then I saw a familiar face. I recognized Lin.

“Hey Y/N, you made it” he said, running over and giving me a hug. “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it. The show was fantastic. If you don’t mind, can you tell me where I can find Daveed?” I asked him.

“Come on, I’ll bring you to his dressing room” he said, as he started walking down the hallway. I followed him, “I don’t know how you don’t get lost down here” I told him, honestly. “You have no idea how many times I got lost during the first few weeks of rehearsals” Lin said, laughing. Then we walked up to a door that said Daveed’s name on it.

Lin knocked on the door and I heard Daveeed say “come in”. Lin opened the door and stuck his head in. “Someone's here to see you Diggs” Lin told him. “Send her in please” Daveed said, knowing it was me.

“Have fun” Lin said to me, before he walked away. I carefully walked into his room and his eyes lit up when he saw me. He ran over and picked me up into his arms and spun me around.

He carefully placed me back on the ground. We both had the biggest smiles on our faces. It felt like no time had passed at all.

“It’s been a while, you look good Y/N” he told me, still smiling. “You too, so is the success treating you? You were amazing tonight by the way” I told him. “Oh thank you, I had to put on a great performance, I had someone important in the audience” he said.

He grabbed one of my hands and pulled me over to the couch. He sat down and I sat next to him. He grabbed my legs and put them across his lap. Daveed and I had spent many nights as teenagers in this position, talking for hours and watching movies.

“It’s been so long” I said, staring into his eyes. “I’ve really missed you” he said, grabbing my hand. “I’ve missed you too” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“Y/N, why’d you ever stop talking to me?” He asked, seriously. “Are you kidding? You were the one who stopped talking to me. You moved to New York City and fame happened and you never reached back out to me. I was giving you time to adjust to the move and I figured you would call me when you settled in” I told him, so confused as to how he thought I ended our friendship.

I pulled my legs off his lap and stood up and walked to the other side of the room. “Yeah right Y/N. You never reached out to me either. And when you moved to New York a year later and you still didn’t reach out. Don’t try and pin this on me” Daveed argued.

“I can’t even listen to you anymore, you used to be my best friend and I told you everything. And one day you just started treating me like I didn’t exist and it broke my heart. Now, you’re sitting here and you can’t even take responsibility for what you did” I yelled. I walked out of the door and slammed it behind me.

I quickly started to walk down the hallway, I had tears welling up in my eyes. I ran into Lin and he looked confused. “Hey what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked me. “Thank you for being concerned, I just really have to get out of here” I told him. He nodded, understandingly. I rushed past him and eventually ended up out on the cold New York street.

I called a cab, not wanting to risk the subway at night time. I got in and told the driver my address. After a few minutes, we pulled up out my apartment complex. I thanked the driver and gave them a tip. I quickly rushed inside my apartment.

I changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie. I couldn’t believe that I actually thought Daveed and I could be friends again. I had been looking forward to things just feeling natural again. I made myself a cup of tea and curled up on my couch and looked out my window.

Then I heard a knock at the door. I put down my mug and walked to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw that it was Daveed.

I unlocked the door and opened it. Only then, did I realize what he was holding. He had a huge bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear, and my favorite candy bar. “Uh...hi” I said, shyly. “I brought you some stuff” he said, smiling.

“Isn’t this the same stuff you brought me when I got dumped by Harley Simmons?” I asked, only then remembering it. In high school, I dated our school’s star football player and he dumped me in front of the whole school and I was devastated. “It cheered you up then, so I hoped it could cheer you up now” he said, hopefully.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked him. He smiled at me and followed me inside. He set down the gifts on my coffee table. I sat down next to him on the couch.

“I am so sorry for how our conversation ended. I was being selfish and I didn’t look at things from your perspective. I never should of ignored you. I don’t want argue over who should of reached out first, I just want to tell you that it was mistake of me to not reach out. I never wanted to make you upset, I was only caring about myself and it was wrong. I really hope you can forgive me, I want us to move on and be friends again” Daveed confessed.

“I could’ve reached out just as easy as you could of, but I didn’t. This falls on both of us. Of course I want to be friends again. Not being friends with you felt so lonely, I felt like you had forgotten all about me” I told him. Then I saw Daveed smirk.

He held his hand out in front of me. I saw a bracelet on his wrist that I had given him when we were saying goodbye before we both left for college. “You never forgot me?” I asked in shock. “How could I forget the first girl I ever loved?” He asked me, interlacing our fingers.

I was so shocked, did he reciprocate my feelings? “You loved me?” I asked him. I was praying he wouldn’t say that he used to love me and didn’t anymore. “I always have” he said, smiling. I smiled back at him and he leaned in and kissed me. He cupped my face and I held onto his forearms.

We both pulled away and I started to blush. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he said. “You want to know something?” I asked him, excitedly. “Tell me” he said, chuckling at how excited I was. “I never forgot about you either” I told him, rolling up my sleeve and revealing the matching bracelet.

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valwrite · 4 years

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the rock between us; andre layton

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summary: the train changes everything: faces, futures, feelings.

warnings: angst, hints of infidelity.

fic style: drabble.

word count: 968

author’s note: okay, hear me out, there is not nearly enough andre layton related fics out there and it bothers me. so, i’m writing a seven part andre layton series and this drabble is a little peek into what the dynamic between andre and the reader will be. please know that the actual series will deal with dark themes such as murder and trauma, there will also be a theme of infidelity throughout the whole fic, which will be told from andre’s point of view for the most part and will alternate between the present time on snowpiercer and the past before the planet froze over. anyways, i’m excited to share the series soon but, for now, please enjoy this drabble. as always, any feedback is appreciated.

There’s an unusual quiet that’s fallen over the Tail, a place where the poorest souls of the surviving humanity are so often yelling and hollering for a chance at a better life. Tonight, it seems like the only things yelling are the train’s wheels as they squeak along the ice coated tracks below, shaking the cabins.

In this moment, she’s thankful she doesn’t deal with motion sickness.

A cringe takes over her features as she hears the unmistakable sound of some of the Tailies, the more sinister ones, chewing away at whatever comrade had overstayed their welcome. Andre brought it up last week- she thinks it was last week but, really, it’s becoming hard to tell the difference between night and day- and she has to silently praise him for it. He's the only one brave enough to bring up their monstrous behavior.

Erik would have never brought it up.

The dull pencil moves in her hand at it’s own will, branding the scrap of crumpled paper with swirls and lines and shades of gray. She knows she’s drawing a face- a man’s face - yet she carries no recollection of when it had even started to take shape. When her eyes flicker over her work in progress, she notices the little things about his face that have changed since the cold struck: his hair has grown out; the bags under his eyes have become more noticeable; he’s lost the softness of his cheeks, the drastic decline of daily meals taking it’s effect; his wrinkles are a little deeper when he frowns.

She used to draw him before the cold, too. When the dim light of a hotel room or the flickering bulb of the station kitchen was all that illuminated them both, he’d let her sketch him a portrait of what he looked like right then and there. The station sketches were always prim and proper, his badge peeking at the bottom of it and his so called “serious detective” stare encapsulated his eyes. The hotel sketches were more free, more messy. She’d sometimes add the tiniest detail of herself into them: her hand on his bare chest, her naked thigh draped over him, the tips of her hair splashed across his pillow. He always loved the hotel ones best.

“I see Miles gave up some of his paper, huh?”

Her eyes strip themselves away from the drawing of his face to his actual face. He’s waiting for her to invite him to sit next to her and she’s never appreciated his gentleness more. Maybe that’s why she pats the empty space next to her.

Maybe that’s what she tells herself to avoid the fact she’s missed being so close to him.

“He’s a sweet kid.” She doesn’t know what else to say. Conversation between them just doesn’t seem to come as easily as it once had. They always worked best when there was a case to work on or clothes to rid each other of.

“Sweet, my ass.” He grumbles jokingly and it almost makes her laugh. God, she misses laughter. “He’s got a crush on ya.”

“What can I say? The boy’s got good taste”

“Sure does.” The deeper meaning behind his answer isn’t lost on her but, what would she have to gain from acknowledging it? “Listen, I wanted to thank you. For earlier, with the rest of the Tailies.”

“Oh, yeah, no problem.” She’s folding the paper over now, hoping he’s not aware of her artwork. She knows, deep down, that he noticed it the second he arrived. “S’not a problem at all.”

“I know they all think we should leave the whole cannibalism issue alone. Think it’s easier because they haven’t killed us yet. But, I mean, it’s only a matter of time, right? Guess we’re the only two that get that.”

She thinks of how, when he was giving his big speech to the group, he seemed so much like the detective he’d once been. All self-righteous and justice seeking. If she hadn’t been missing him before, she certainly is now. “Sorry about Erik, by the way. You know he can be a little, y’know, quick to anger.” She misses speaking comfortably with him, as if there wasn’t constantly a pair of extra eyes on them. She wonders if Andre misses it too. Misses her too.

“I can handle Erik, don’t you worry.” He could handle Erik, and then some. “I know it can’t be easy to speak against your own husband. So, thank you, again.”

She knows that he’s focusing on that word just as much as she is. Husband. But, of course, there’d been a time where she was going to separate herself from Erik, in the same way that Andre was going to separate himself from Zarah. Unforeseen circumstances came in the way of their happiness.

She couldn’t help but feel it was karma for all the harm their little secrets would cause.

“Are you happy, Y/N?” It’s been so long since the last time she’d heard him say her name, as if he were fearful of using it. “With Erik, I mean.”

Zarah left the Tail a while back, and it wasn’t like her and Andre had been getting along before she’d left. There’d been a point in their history where she would have jumped at the opportunity to be with Andre. But there was Snowpiercer now, that was their life. A life where Erik would always exist between them, for better or for worse.

“As happy as I could be.” She swallows, fearing the disbelief for her own words will seep into her voice. “On Snowpiercer, of course. Erik’s just, uh... He’s my rock.”

“We all need rocks, don’t we?” Andre’s eyes are burning as they stare into her own. She’s always loved how he was so passionate. “You’re lucky, Y/N.” She bites back a plea to hear him say her name again.

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chanelhamitlon · 4 years

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but its always been youu part 2 || Thomas Jefferson x Reader

part 1

word count: 1.1k+

warnings: cursing, lack of proofreading, i guess fluff

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That night, Thomas was left to silently packing up his things. He made his bed and now he has to sleep in it. 'Gladly'.

She was now leaning on the door frame.He looked up and felt sorry for his girlfriend, her apathetic gaze into his eyes felt so empty. He usually knows whats on her mind, but now he cant seem to tell what. Of course they're done. There was nothing else to talk about. The drive home they already exchanged their last words. So what was she looking for? Is she going to beg? He already knew he hurt her, that look to Thomas was like a dagger.

"I was just a replacement wasn't I?"

He matched her apathetic gaze now. He knew the solid answer was always yes, and the silence said so too. She straightened herself, not wanting her tears to fall anymore. She knew he was sorry. She just can't understand.

"Why was she important? It was just high schoo-"

"I don't know" Whatever answer she was looking for in him, he doesn't have. He never had an answer for his feelings towards y/n. He wasn't one to believe in romantic cliches of course, but she was just there. And he wishes she were here right now.

As they finally reach the front door, he looks back at her, finally broken. Her tear stained cheeks evidently staring right back at him. Breaking the silence as his voice echoed through the room; " I wish I knew if this was right or wrong, but just know that I would have chosen you in at least a million more alternate realities, just not this one".

Reese leaving was a heavy thing for both of you. You living in solitude wasn't new of course but the extra company would always get you going. It took a couple of weeks to get used to the rather empty house. Bringing a couple of friends from work over sometimes was nice company for a while, but you knew that you had to find a roommate. You put it up on various websites; 'looking for a roommate'. There were a couple of people who showed up and some of them you fancy, but only some as most guys just came to see if they would find a 'chick' living there. You didn't really find anyone you could possibly hit it off with.

You were scrolling through twitter to find that one of your colleagues from collage is renting a rather big apartment in New York City. You immediately message him about it, thinking of the possibility of moving back to New York.

You were now being pulled towards a decision. There were plenty of Job opportunities in NYC that might suit you, and most of your family is there. Heck, when life possibly comes your way, you might even find Thomas.

You then remember how when most people flip a coin, letting 'fate' decide for them, then they would know what they really want, quietly rooting for it. Quickly trying to find a coin somewhere, you really are rooting for New York, just let 'fate' decide.

'Ok heads is New York, and tails is staying here.' You flip the coin and it landed on tails. As if you were going to actually follow it. You were just looking for confirmation. 'Just do it'.

You were there, the point of seemingly no return. Saying goodbye to the apartment. You had some bags in your hand, most of your stuff you had shipped to the apartment in New York. You were numinous in this situation, but really you were just looking for a higher chance to see Thomas. You get into the Uber, checking your flight details once more, falling half asleep halfway through the ride. Luckily, you woke up a kilometer away from the airport, preparing to get out of the Uber. Entering the airport, you go through security, and the whole process, you waited at least a few hours until your flight was boarding.

It all seemed like a flash once more, you were in the air now. Going back to your hometown, wondering if you'd just made the wrong decision. You barely got sleep last night, feeling killer excited for New York, so you dazed off in flight easily.

You heard a chime rather late in your sleep, deciding to wake up, you'd now see the skyscrapers of New York, you missed this so much more than you thought so. You were barely nervous now. Reaching the airport, the plane landed without any trouble. You called on an Uber once reaching the little lounge the airport had. Waiting a couple of minutes, you had the urge to pee. Looking around you didn't see any nearby restrooms, so you started walking, and walking, and walking, taking a few breaks as you were carrying your luggage, y'know, cause stealing is something you don't want to deal with. After a few minutes you finally found the restroom and did your stuff. Realizing that the Uber had arrived, you quickly ran out and carried your luggage. Walking fast paced you realized that you had lost yourself inside the airport. You can't seem to find where you were supposed to wait for your Uber at. You were panicking at this point. Just desperate to get to where you were supposed to be. You didn't have a choice, you had to ask someone. You just tapped a random shoulder.

"Excuse me but were do arrivals wait for taxis, I need to get there qui-"

"Y/n?"

You look up on him. It is him. The Thomas Jefferson.

"Thomas"

You didn't know how to react. Should you hug him? Should you just-. Snapping out of it, he took the lead and hugged you.

"I miss you."

You didn't know what tone to take that in. You were still a little panicked by the fact that you probably already missed your Uber and that they chose another person now. You missed him too. But you just managed to stifle out a chuckle. He was now looking at you. Why was he back?

"I was actually here to look for you again." As if you weren't already frozen in place, that statement made your heart jump with glee. You weren't aware that you started crying. Until of course he pointed it out. He cupped your face, telling you to stop crying. You cant control yourself anymore. Your lips touch his as you feel fireworks soar. He kissed you back and you stay there for some seconds. You pull away, now calm and stable. Looking at his brown eyes as you process that that actually happened.

Thomas decided to stay in your apartment as your roommate seeing as the place can fit 2 to 3 people. You both caught up with each other's lives, confessing that you both haven't forgotten about each other ever. You lived together and eventually started dating again. Your life with each other got better and better as time went on. Sure it wasn't perfect but who is?

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imaginebeinghamiltrash · 7 years

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Can you do 43 with Daveed x reader?

43. “I am not losing you again!”

“Daveed are you fucking serious right now? Give me the car keys!” You yelled, crossing your arms in front of you.

You wanted to go to a store at 1 am to get ice cream because well...ice cream sounded good right about now. The moment you got up to grab the keys to the car, Daveed snatched them and refused to give them to you.

“You don’t need ice cream at 1 am, you can go in the morning.”

“But I want it now! Why are you acting like a child?” You huffed, trying to grab the keys from his hands but he kept putting them out of your reach.

“It’s pitch black outside just please go in the morning!” Daveed’s voice bordered on begging.

“Stop coddling me! I’m not a child!”

This was a stupid argument and you knew it was. You could go tomorrow morning but your cravings were too strong to be ignored.

“I’m not coddling you-”

“Then give me the keys!”

“I am not losing you again!” Daveed yelled, eyes brimming with tears.

Your anger vanished as you noticed his watery eyes.

“Daveed...”

“I...I couldn’t take it if you forgot me again. It’s just like that night...” Daveed sat on the bed, his head in his hands.

Almost 2 years ago, you made a late night trip to the store to get Daveed a bottle of NyQuil because he was sick. You were struck by a drunk driver on your way home. Thankfully, you were physically fine besides a few bruises and soreness all over. Mentally, you weren’t too good. You had retrograde amnesia, meaning you forgot a chunk of your life before the accident. Daveed was one of the things you forgot. You would never forget his pained expression when you pulled your hand away from him and asked who he was. It was a slow process but after a year, you got most of your memories back and fallen in love with him a second time. You started driving again a few months back and Daveed was hesitant but he let you do as you pleased.

You hugged his head to your chest, stroking his hair. Daveed clung to you, taking deep shaky breaths.

“Please...” Daveed whispered.

He sounded broken, as if he was beaten down and fighting to stand back up. You pulled away and looked down at him, cupping his cheeks.

“Okay, I won’t go tonight. I’ll go in the morning, okay?” You whispered back, wiping his face clear with your thumbs.

“Thank you...I’m sorry for acting like that.” He sniffled.

“You were scared, it’s fine. Let’s go to sleep.”

Daveed nodded, putting the keys on the dresser before getting into bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your shoulder before resting on his pillow.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, D.”

You relaxed in his arms, closing your eyes and falling asleep in a matter of seconds.

#shit this was heavy #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs imagine #daveed diggs angst #daveed x reader #drabbles #hamilcast x reader #hamilcast rpf #merrahonthawall #answered

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darling-danger · 7 years

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Red (Part 3)

pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader Summary: Nothing is fixed, nothing is broken. In the end, is it worth all of the effort? rating: Angst, angsty angst, word count: 3982 inspiration: “What does it feel like, to lose everything?”

@pearltheartist @justaswimmer18 @hamilbroke @butlinislin @reddyex @arya-durin-51 @perfectionistdia

BONUS: I urge you to listen to Spanish Sahara by Foals after reading this, it really adds to it all. (another link to the song at the bottom of the post)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 (WIP)

“Daveed, wake up.”

Daveed hears these words echo in his mind and opens his eyes almost instantly. He’s resting in his room and for a moment, he’s completely taken back.

He directs his hand up to his neck where he expected the gash, raw and wounded; however, the moment his hand reached the skin it was met by the texture of a large scar, still burning from treatment. Then he lets his eyes wander around his room: the curtains are open for the first time since you left, allowing some of the light seep into the once dark room.

And there, where Daveed felt the bed dip, near the edge of the bed, was where you sat. You weren’t facing him, rather you had seemed to be looking at something else at the moment before catching him at the corner of your eye. A small smile tugs at your lips as you turn your body to face him. He’s breathless, any thought or idea in his head now a forgotten memory. His mouth is slightly agape, his pupils dilate and he has to remind himself to breathe because he’s seeing you for the first time since you left. There’s a pain in his chest, it dulls the center of his being. Why were you here? He knows the correct answer but he’s running through his mind trying to find any reason you would want to be anywhere near him – a lying, unfaithful man who deserved what he got the previous night.

It hurts to see you at his side, where you had been so many times before. Whether it be the opening of a show or simply cuddling in the morning you were always there by his side, and then you weren’t, and he was the only one to blame.

“I don’t understand… what..?… Why?” He mutters hazily.

“That’s alright,” You begin, moving closer to where he was lying. You cup his cheek with your hand and he sighs, nuzzling into your warm palm, bringing his own hand to rest on top of yours.

“I’m here, you’re safe, nothing else matters.”

You take your time and stare deep into his beautiful eyes. At this moment, he is entranced by you, under a spell-like state of wonder and admiration of your very presence. Daveed sighs as you lean over and shuts his eyes in relief when he feels the softness of your lips.

“I missed you.”

But then Daveed’s body jolts and he now finds himself panting for breath, a thin layer of sweat over his face and neck. He backs himself only to meet the hard arm of a sofa. No. He brings his hand back to his neck and immediately feels the stinging. His fingers run across damp bandages that cover the fresh wound and he comes to his senses. None of it was real, you sitting by his side comforting him; it wasn’t real, not even close. His left eye throbs slightly but he can still clearly see his surroundings.

There’s a TV across the room and a small wooden coffee table in front of him; he’s lying on a red sofa with brown cushions. Shit. He’s at your brother’s place. Daveed’s eyes quickly dart around the room until he sees someone sitting by the table. It takes a moment but he then realises it’s Robbie, watching his every movement as he sat on a chair.

Their gazes lock, not a single sound is made and the silence that surrounds them is overwhelmingly uncomfortable, palpable even. The only thing that can be heard is the low hum of the ceiling fan accompanying the silence.

Daveed breaks from Robbie’s gaze and makes slow, sure movements; he removes the small blanket that he had seemed to be given and tucks it into the side.

“Do you know how fucking lucky you are?” Robbie’s voice cuts through the dead air, Daveed shifts slightly, seemingly refusing to answer. “Lost any more blood and that gash of yours could’ve been fatal.”

Does Daveed answer? Clearly not as Robbie visibly gets irritated with his behaviour.

“You were never the silent type Diggs,” Robbie fumes. “Cut the bullshit and face me.” Knowing it is better to not yank the lion’s tail, Daveed does just that and turns his attention to Robbie. He looks just like you, Daveed thinks to himself as he stares into the same eyes he used to look at every day.

“Where is she?” Daveed asks, his voice husky and tired.

Robbie’s fingers fiddle with each other, nails scraping against the skin. “She went to out to leave your dog with Anthony and Jazzy since you’re clearly not in any position to be taking care of yourself let alone your pet. She probably went to get her stuff too.”

Daveed nods and he feels the guilt return. Every breath only adding to the pressure in his chest. Gravity seems to have a profound effect on him, feeling himself sinking into whatever inferno he belongs to. Then he realises what utter shit he’s gotten himself into: first, cheating on his girlfriend. Second, fucking up so bad that he’s somehow managed to be in a room with your brother which might as well be a death sentence.

“I need to see her.” Daveed begins, pushing himself to stand up. Robbie quickly mirrors his movements, standing up to Daveed’s height.

“You’re not gonna do shit Diggs, you hear me?” Robbie says, taking a few steps forward until he’s a breath away from Daveed. “You think I’m just going to let you go like that? Huh? After you break my little sister like that?”

In the blink of an eye, Robbie has Daveed by the collar, his hands tightly clamping on Daveed’s shirt. Robbie’s jaw is clenched and his nostrils are flared, indicating what could happen to Daveed in a few moments. Daveed is also on edge, every muscle taut and the adrenaline making its way through his system. Yet he manages to stay calm, outwardly accepting whatever form of retribution Robbie has for him.

Again, however, Robbie’s eyes drill into Daveed’s. Robbie sees a man who he thought of as his brother – his family. He sees a man who made you happy, more so than anything he had seen before in his whole life. His soul is filled to the brim with hatred for someone who he trusted and cared for so dearly, it burns inside him – he wants to hurt Daveed, he wants to make him pay for what he did. Still, after everything Daveed has done he can’t bring himself to hurt him. His fists somehow grip tighter until his knuckles turn white and he has no idea what to do. But he would do anything for you, and he understands you would resent him for laying a hand on Daveed. Making up his own mind, he puts Daveed down, moving away so his back is turned.

“You should just fucking go, brother.” The use of endearment sends another sting towards Daveed, knowing just how much Robbie thought of him as family as well. With a deep sigh, Daveed grabs his things on the table; he grabs his wallet and some keys and makes his way towards the door.

The room continues in its silence but the weight in the room somehow lifts. There is no tension, no emotion. Nothing is fixed, nothing is broken – just silence.

As Daveed heads to the door to hail a cab outside, Robbie meets him again, albeit without looking at him. Robbie’s right shoulder meets Daveed’s and Daveed can feel a slight push coming from Robbie’s shoulder. Daveed hears a quick sigh before Robbie gives him the message:

“She should’ve just left you on that fucking street, you know that?”

And with that Robbie pushes past him, making his way to his bedroom. Finally, Daveed is alone. He’s not ready to be alone, not again. As he leaves the house there a knocking in the back of his mind, nagging him. You fucked up, bad. But don’t give her up, you owe it to her. After all you’ve done, try to fucking do something right this time.

The apartment is nothing short of a mess. You dropped off Teddy with Anthony, allowing yourself a goodbye to your beloved companion. After that, you drove around a bit, thinking about your next move. Eventually deciding to finally go to the apartment you used to share with Daveed to collect your things. And here you were an hour later, your clothes packed and a small box of trinkets and other miscellaneous things.

When you first arrived you thought nothing of the clusters of beers and items around the apartment. Once you finished fixing your things, however, did you take notice that all your pictures with Daveed were grouped together on the floor, rather, just left around in a small cluster that you mentioned.

The apartment looks grey, lifeless and completely void of any sort of any emotion. The place you called home, the place you thought you’d eventually permanently live in, now just a solemn reminder of what could’ve been. You let go of your luggage and place the box on top of it before walking around.

There are the pictures that remain untouched. You make your way towards them, kneeling down and picking up a random frame. Your fingers begin to shake as you recognise the picture of you and Daveed during his birthday last year. You can still hear the music, feel the warmth of Daveed as he held you. You remember dancing – after all the festivities, all of the guests had left – when it was just the two of you. Two lovers on a cold evening.

“Dance with me.” You can hear him say it as if he’s been saying it every day since then. The memory of you two dancing in the middle of the living room to soft music, it forces the tears. You bite your lip in resistance, not wanting to cry for a man who had betrayed you, but your mind still latches on. Your mind runs through the feeling of him wrapping his arms around you, moving slowly to the slow rhythms. You hum nostalgically, just as you did when you laid your head on his chest, free from worry. If only you could have warned yourself then. You maybe would have saved yourself a heart.

The frame, cold and rough now feels like poison to your skin and you place back on the floor. This was your fault, none of this would have happened if you stayed with Daveed. If you hadn’t left he wouldn’t have slept with her that night –. No. You cut through your own harmful thoughts. You try and convince yourself you have nothing to do with Daveed from this point on. But somehow, you can’t ignore the feeling that you still have a lot to do here. The place is wrecked, empty bottles of liquor left around the house, the unkempt state of the entire household, Daveed – who could have died had you not arrived sooner – was also a wreck. Your relationship now a puzzle you needed to solve, only, maybe you weren’t the right piece of the puzzle.

Enough is enough, you have to leave this place for now. It’s too soon, and you have your own life, a life you don’t want to be affected by your current situation. You move to pick up the box on top of your luggage only to bump it, forcing it and its contents to spill on the floor.

At that very moment, you hear the door open.

Too suddenly you’re faced with him.

As quickly as you could you placed all of the things back into the box, tucking it into your arm and grabbed the handle of your luggage.

“I was just about to leave. Goodbye Daveed.” You say without meeting his eyes, as you know if you had you would’ve ended right then and there. Daveed doesn’t say anything in protest.

Only when you’re walking past him does he grab you softly by the arm.

“Please, wait…” You hear him croak out. Your other hand lets go of the handle. Then you let your emotions take control. The pent up rage, the hurt, the anguish, it all comes through when your hand meets Daveed’s cheek and you realise you had just slapped him. You’re panting, hearing your heart beat through your ears and you know there is no reversing this.

“No Daveed.” You say firmly. “No more.” Finally, to end it, your eyes wander up eventually meeting his. The handsome face you used to wake up to everyday lacked the life and the colour you were so used to seeing. His eyes, just as tired as yours. You can practically see the thoughts running around his pupil. He wants to say something, he needs to. But he wishes to not push your further than he already has, so he holds his tongue.

You turn, ready to leave when you hear him speak up.

“You dropped something.”

Breathing deeply through your nose your turn your head to see him holding a small velvet box. You look back into his eyes and answer him.

“That’s not mine.” He takes your hand and places the box on the small space of your palm.

“It’s yours,” His voice wavers. “It’ll always be yours.” He lets go but you can feel his fingers linger for only a bit before your hands are cold again. You stuff the box into your pocket and leave with your luggage.

After a long, thoughtful drive you find yourself back at Robbie’s place. The cracks in your well-being are beginning to show and you know that can’t happen. You’ll get through this, get it together before going inside. You remove the keys and place them in your pocket, feeling the small box you had forgotten about.

You pull it out and examine it, your fingers sliding across the smooth surface of the cube.

Swallowing the guts to open the box, you finally do. Your thumb pushes the lid up before your eyes meet the silver band with the red jewel resting on top.

And with a whimper, you finally break.

It had been weeks since you saw Daveed. But every now and then he sends you messages. You don’t exactly know why you haven’t blocked his number yet, but that doesn’t stop you from reading his messages.

From Daveed; 3 weeks ago: We need to talk. Please

From Daveed; last week: I’m near the restaurant we used to go to all the time.

From Daveed; yesterday 2:35 a.m.: I need to talk to you, please. From Daveed; today 5 a.m: God, I’m so sorry, I know you hate me just please.. I need to talk to you

You sigh, conflicted about your feelings. You had left your relationship back at his apartment, all your memories and best moments. You sit by the window on a small seat, watching people live their lives like nothing would ever happen to them. You told yourself that you were through with him. But you lie to yourself as you hold the small velvet box, holding onto the ring that could have saved it all.

“You’re thinking about meeting him, aren’t you?” You’re surprised when Robbie pipes up from where he sat on the couch.

“I’m done with him, Robb.” You assure to Robbie, but mostly to yourself. You hope it’s true.

Robbie sighs and makes his way to you, kneeling so that he can clearly see your face.

“You went out in the middle of the night to save him from dying on the street, you still haven’t blocked his number, you still haven’t deleted the messages he sends you, and you keep that box you got from him. All of that doesn’t really say ‘I’m done with him’ to me.”

Of course, he has a point, he knows you inside out, how your mind works and knows when you truly need something or not.

“If meeting him is gonna give you the closure you need, please just do it,” He begs, resting his hands on either side of your face. “Seeing you like this is like dying every day, it’s not exactly the best for either of us.”

You nuzzle into his hand and nod. You can feel the tears running down your cheeks and Robbie wipes them off with his thumbs.

“I don’t know if I can do this Robb.” You say, your voice slightly shaking.

“Of course you can.” He says, grabbing your jacket and tossing it to you. “And if anything goes wrong, I’ll be around the corner helping my co-worker move into the neighbourhood if you need me, alright?”

You stand, inhaling as you try to calm yourself. “I’m going to walk there alright?” You don’t hear a response, and you assume it simply answered yes. You leave the house, and you text Daveed, unsure if you’ll be ready to face him again.

To Daveed: Meet me at the park in 20

“Let’s just get this over with.” You breathe out. You met up with Daveed but neither of you said a word until both of you sat down on a bench in the park. It was a nice afternoon, a shame since no matter how bright the day was, how warm the sun made your skin feel, you were reminded of him each time.

“Yeah…” He responds, scratching his neck. You turn your attention to him as he tries to come up with something to say. He’s wearing an Oakland hoodie, as per usual, his hair is as wild as ever and his dark glasses sit secured on top of his nose. God, it’s almost as if you forgot what he looked like.

“Is there anything you had in mind?” You hear him say. He seems to have blanked for a moment, those weeks appearing so eager and ready to speak with you have proven false, as you suspected.

For the hundredth time of the day, you take a deep breath to try and calm your nerves.

“Why did you do it?” You ask, apparently catching him off guard.

He shakes his head and bows it slightly in shame. “I don’t know, I was…” He sighs. “I was lonely, I don’t know what came over me. When it was happening I tried to stop I-I really did…”

You shut your eyes and push away every bad thought trying to make its way to the surface.

“I didn’t want to do that to you, I swear, but when you came back and you didn’t have a clue… I felt almost, happy.” He confesses. “Like a kid who was able to steal some candy from the store. But after a while, I couldn’t keep it. I couldn’t live with the guilt, how could I?”

You open your mouth, about to respond quickly, but you hold your tongue.

“I am so sorry, I really am. Of all the shit I’ve done in my life that’s the one thing I wish I wouldn’t have done.”

“But you did.” You whisper. “You fucking did it.” You repeat flatly. You notice Daveed wincing slightly. You want to slander him, completely shame him for what he’d done to you. You want everyone to know what he did. Yet you haven’t told anyone besides Robbie. You tell your friends you two are on a break. You talk of revenge, but your actions tell a different story.

“That night you told me about everything,” It’s his turn to move his attention to you. “I couldn’t slap you. I told you I couldn’t. I just couldn’t believe it at the time. Then when I saw you again, in our-uh, your apartment, I did it, I slapped you.” You let out a dry laugh, taunting yourself.

“I thought it would make me feel better, I really did. But it didn’t. I was so caught up thinking I could have revenge that I didn’t think it would make me feel worse. You were just recovering from the night before. You’ve had enough. Daveed I-I’m sorry too…”

You sniff, tears already pricking at your eyes. He sees you and allows you to rest on his shoulder.

You never thought the two of you would end like this. Nothing is fixed, you feel no closure. This can’t be it.

“I didn’t want it to end like this. Never like this.” You whisper against his chest. You feel a small tear drop on your cheek that belongs to Daveed and it only furthers your sobbing.

“I know. We could’ve been engaged by now, y’know. Maybe even looking for our own house.”

You both smile at the possibility of starting a life together. You’re still somewhat in denial, a part of you convinced this was all a tragic dream and you would wake up in bed with Daveed by your side. You wish. There’s another part of you that wants to be with him again. All that time together, it couldn’t have been for nothing. If you tried, maybe you could fix this together, just like your mom did before you.

From a distance, you hear the soft rumble of thunder, a sign that you should head back home before the rain comes.

“Let me walk you home,” Daveed suggests as he stands up. You’re about to protest against it, but a voice tells you otherwise. Just a little more time, just a little more with him.

Both of you walk back to Robbie’s house, slightly tired from running a bit in fear of getting caught up in the storm.

“Is Robbie home? I don’t think he’d be happy to see me.” Daveed inquires as he looks around at some people who are making their way down the street, strangely in a hurry.

You fumble with the keys to the door, not taking notice of any of the people. “He’s around the corner helping his co-worker with something I think- ugh this lock, okay got it.”

You open the door and turn to Daveed.For a moment you get lost in each other’s eyes, the both of you reminiscing about your first meeting.

“I guess this is it.” Daveed sighs.

You nod, biting your lip.

“Goodbye Daveed, I –“

You’re cut off when you hear your phone ring. You check the caller ID and see Robbie’s picture on the screen. Daveed stands there awkwardly, not sure about what’s happening.

“Hello? Robbie?” You answer but instead of your brother’s voice, you hear panting from the other end.

“Hello? Hello is anyone there??”

“Uh.. yes? Who is this? Can I speak to Robbie?” You ask the person on the other end of the phone.

“You’re his sister, right? Oh my god… I-I”

As you’re listening to the voice you notice Daveed looking at something passing by as the people on the street run around the corner.

“Everything happened s-s-o fast I didn’t realise until… Jesus..”

Your attention is then immediately grabbed by the sound of a loud siren echoing through the street. Daveed looks at you as your eyes lock onto the ambulance hastily making its way, passing by the house. You feel as if your heart had made its way up your throat, your breathing stops as your mind divulges into all the worst possibilities it could think of. The earth stops turning momentarily, the rain that had started to fall comes to a halt, and for a moment you only have one thought:

Don’t turn left, God… please don’t turn left.

Then the ambulance immediately veers to the left.

Your breath escapes you as your knees buckle and you fall to the ground. Daveed manages to catch you, holding you close as the rain begins to fall onto the earth. Just as the sky rumbles, you feel the world crash around you. Nothing is fixed, but now everything is broken.

(Listen to me after reading this)

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deja-you · 4 years

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foreign affairs | part one | paris

m. de lafayette x reader

summary: In 2020, Representative Y/n L/n is up for reelection. Lafayette, Y/n’s former best friend and current French socialite and playboy, decides this is the time to walk back into her life.

word count: 6.8k

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2012 was the year he broke his arm and broke her heart.

During her sophomore year of college, Y/n decided she wanted to study abroad in France. She had taken a few years of French in high school and college, not enough to be fluent, but enough to hold a short conversation. Lots of college students studied abroad, and seeing as Y/n was majoring in Political Science and International Affairs, it made sense.

Paying for a year abroad was another story. Since her senior year in high school, Y/n had been saving up the money she earned from waitressing, and with the help from her parents, she was just able to afford the trip to France.

During the first week in Paris, faculty members took students around the city to see different attractions. Most students went to see the Eiffel Tower or the Arc de Triomphe. Y/n preferred to see France’s president’s residence, the Élysée Palace. It was built back in 1718, and the beige colored stone -- we don’t really care what this building looked like, do we? It’s a building in Paris, of course it had beautiful architecture. We’re all wondering why this is significant, right?

Okay, so Y/n loved politics and history and foundations of democracy and republicanism. She was standing outside the French White House (it’s not really white, we’ve covered this, it’s more of a beige color, but I think “White House” is a term we all understand). Y/n was probably admiring the architecture that your author is refusing to describe. Now this is where it gets more interesting.

“Pretty building, isn’t it?”

A man leaning against one wall was watching Y/n while he lit his cigarette. He had spoken plainly in English; was it that obvious that Y/n was American.

“It’s beautiful,” Y/n replied politely.

“Very. Soon it’s going to be my home.”

This piqued Y/n’s interest. “Are you running for president? I can’t remember anyone that looked like you in the polls.”

If she was being honest, she had never met anyone that looked like him in general. Charming brown eyes, curly hair, neat stubble, and a smile she would’ve remembered. He gave her an amused look and raised his cigarette to his lips.

“You wouldn’t,” he replied, then offered his hand for her to shake. “You can call me Lafayette.”

Y/n shook his hand, but she was still confused. “And you’re running for president, Lafayette? I have to say, you might need to work on your name recognition.”

“I am not running for president, chérie. Perhaps you’re more familiar with my mother, Jolie de la Rivière?”

He watched as the realization hit her.

“Jolie de la Rivière? As in the frontrunner in the presidential election?”

“The very one. I am surprised an American keeps up with French politics.”

It made sense now. Y/n could see the resemblance between this stranger she had just met and the future French president. De la Rivière had been leading in the polls since she announced her campaign, and it was almost certain that she would win the election in April. Y/n just happened to run into de la Rivière’s son?

“You want to get something to eat?” Lafayette asked, seemingly out of the blue.

Y/n was still in shock, but she nodded, wanting to know more about the man she had just met. “Okay.”

They crossed the street to a café (there was a café at nearly every corner in Paris) and took seats outside. Y/n let Lafayette order for both of them even though she knew enough French to order herself, she didn’t want to give him any reason to make fun of her poor French accent.

“So,” Lafayette said, watching Y/n curiously, “you’re an American in Paris, huh?”

“I suppose so. But less “starving artist” vibes and less musical numbers,” Y/n quipped. Was she really talking to the son of the future French president, and he was asking about her?

“So if you’re not a starving artist, what are you doing in Paris?”

“I’m a student at Georgetown and I’m spending the semester studying abroad,” Y/n informed him.

“What are you majoring in?”

“Political Science and International Affairs.”

“Political Science at Georgetown? You must be smart. Will I see you running for president some day?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

She laughed. “I don’t know about that. Maybe I’ll find a job working on a campaign or for a Senator. I don’t have it all worked out yet.”

“Neither do I,” Lafayette said. This made Y/n pause. She could tell he was a few years older than her. He was also Jolie de la Rivière’s son. How could he not have his whole life worked out?

“What’d you mean?” Y/n asked.

He shrugged. “Everyone expects me to follow in my mother’s footsteps. It’s not that I’m not interested in politics and government, I just... I just don’t want to live in her shadow forever.”

“I see,” Y/n said. “At least you’ll have connections no matter what you decide to do.”

“That is very true.”

They continued talking for an hour or so. Lafayette would ask her what it was like living in the United States. Y/n would ask him what it was like having a powerhouse mom. The conversation came easily to both of them, something Y/n had never expected from a stranger.

When the bill came, Y/n ultimately let Lafayette pay for their lunch after much protesting (Y/n only allowed for him to pay because she was a broke college student). Then Lafayette asked for Y/n’s phone number, which she gladly gave to him. He promised he’d call or text sometime and they went their separate ways.

He said he’d call, but Y/n was expecting within the next few days or weeks. She was not expecting him to call her only a few hours later.

“Y/n, hey!” Came his voice from the other line.

“Lafayette? Hi?”

“I know this is sudden, but there’s this concert at a small venue tonight. I have a few tickets, and I was wondering if you and some of your friends wanted to join me tonight?”

“Um, okay, yeah?”

“Great! I’ll send you the information.”

And then he hung up. True to his word, he sent her a text with the time and address a few minutes later. Y/n invited two of her suite mates, Rebecca and Joe, to come with her. Then a few hours later, they showed up at a small but lively concert venue. Lafayette met them there, wearing a more casual outfit, and they all went in together.

Y/n honestly couldn’t remember who was performing that night. She didn’t remember much, but she knew she had more drinks than she should’ve, that the music was loud, and that the room was incredibly hot. What she couldn’t forget was the headache she woke up with the next morning. At the very least, she had made it into her own bed even though she hadn’t made it out of the clothes she had worn out the night before.

She grabbed her water bottle from beside the bed and took a long drink. When that didn’t help, she went to find Rebecca or Joe to ask what had happened the night before. Rebecca’s room was closer, so she knocked on the door before opening it.

“Hey, Rebec-- Oh my god!”

She quickly shut her eyes but she wouldn’t be able to unsee partially naked Lafayette struggling to quickly put his clothes back on. Y/n cringed and closed the door quickly behind her. What had she just seen? Why was Lafayette in Rebecca’s room? And why was he naked?

“Y/n, mon dieu, you weren’t supposed to see that!” Lafayette had finished dressing and followed Y/n out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“What exactly was that?” Y/n asked.

He held a finger to his lips and motioned at the door. “Rebecca’s still asleep.”

“So you and... that happened?”

Lafayette rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Ah, I guess so. It was all a blur... but, yeah.”

“We all got pretty drunk last night,” Y/n justified.

“Er, not exactly. You and Joe had a lot of drinks, but Rebecca and I decided to stay sober enough to get everyone back. So once we got you and Joe home, well, we kind of...” He trailed off and his eyes dropped to the floor.

“Oh. I see.” Y/n didn’t know what to say. “Are you and Rebecca like... a thing now?”

He shrugged. “Maybe? I don’t know.”

Lafayette really didn’t know. Neither did Rebecca.

In the next two weeks, they hooked up a few more times before deciding they were best off as friends. After that, it was a Parisian girl named Celeste. Y/n quickly got used to Lafayette’s flirtatious nature and him constantly bringing around a new girl. Sometimes it was annoying, sometimes it was a point of humor. It didn’t matter too much to Y/n, she was content being friends with him.

They grew close quickly, and soon enough Y/n couldn’t remember what her life had been like before him. There was no one Y/n preferred to discuss foreign policy with than Lafayette, and there was no one Lafayette would rather annoy than Y/n. At one point, Lafayette took Y/n to one of his mother’s rallies, and Y/n spent more time than necessary explaining to Lafayette’s mom how big a fan she was. Lafayette nearly had to drag her away so that actual constituents could talk to his mom.

But most days it was more casual stuff. Sometimes Lafayette would sit on Y/n’s phone and take a ridiculous amount of selfies on her phone while she worked on homework. Other times they would take spontaneous trips to the grocery store at night to pick up ingredients for fried rice. Every Tuesday, Lafayette and Y/n’s roommate, Molly, would listen to Y/n rant about wage gaps between different demographics in America after her Economics class. And sometimes they would make fun of cheesy romcoms together.

“I don’t understand your obsession with Nora Ephron, Y/n,” Lafayette complained, although he was dutifully pouring extra butter onto their popcorn for the movie.

“She only directed the best romantic comedies ever!” Y/n defended.

“But why is Meg Ryan in all of her movies?”

“Because Meg Ryan is the best!”

“I still don’t understand the appeal of this movie. So a kid calls a radio show and Meg Ryan falls in love with him?” Lafayette asked.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “No, Meg Ryan falls in love with the dad! Don’t be ridiculous.”

“But she’s never actually met the dad?”

“...well, no.”

“I don’t understand Americans.”

“You just need to watch it!”

Seeing that he wasn’t making any headway with Y/n, Lafayette sighed and resigned to his position on the couch. Grabbing a blanket, Y/n happily settled down on the couch beside Lafayette and started the movie. Every now and then Lafayette would scoff at some cheesy line or make some comment and Y/n would be quick to shush him. Eventually all the popcorn had been eaten and the end credits began to roll.

“So what did you think?” Y/n asked eagerly.

Lafayette shrugged. “I don’t know. I just can’t get over the fact that she just left her fiancé like that.”

She rolled her eyes.

Months ago, Y/n never would have imagined she’d be invited to an election watch party for Jolie de la Rivière, but now she wasn’t so surprised. De la Rivière’s campaign had rented out an upscale restaurant that was packed to its max occupancy. Lafayette’s mother spent most of the evening schmoozing her voters and speaking with interviewers, allowing for Y/n and Lafayette to sit by the bar and mess around.

“Okay, okay, be serious this time. Don’t smile.”

“I won’t! I promise I won’t,” Y/n said.

“We’ll see. On the count of three... one... two...”

“Wait! I’m not ready!” Y/n couldn’t help but burst out into laughter, a smile spreading across her face.

Lafayette rolled his eyes. “I do not know what to do with you.”

“I can be serious.”

“No, you can’t.”

“I can! Just watch.” She looked away and focused on making her expression resolute and steely. Y/n slowly looked up to meet Lafayette’s eyes and they stared at each other for a few seconds with straight faces. Then Lafayette had the gall to arch one of his eyebrows and Y/n broke once again.

“That’s not fair. I was doing perfectly fine before you cheated!” Y/n complained.

“It’s not my fault that you can’t keep a straight face, Y/n.” He sighed and took a sip of his drink. “I can’t blame you. I’m so devilishly good looking, most women can’t keep it together around me.”

Now it was Y/n’s turn to roll her eyes. “I can assure you that’s not the problem here. Maybe I keep laughing because you’re so funny looking.”

“Haha. You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

When she didn’t respond, Lafayette tried again. “Y/n?”

“Lafayette, look.” She pointed to a TV hung over the bar.

A reporter on the screen was announcing that De la Rivière had won a landslide election. Then the screen cut to another reporter who was at the restaurant interviewing De la Rivière in person. Y/n and Lafayette’s eyes traveled across the room to see his mother talking to the reporter. The same scene playing on the TV overhead.

“Did that really just happen?”

Lafayette’s mom had been ahead in the polls for months now, and everyone expected her to win the election. But now she really had won. Lafayette was the President-elect’s son. Both Y/n and Lafayette knew this was probably going to happen, but now that it had, neither of them really knew what to do.

Everything after that was a blur. They celebrated that night, having a few more drinks. Enough alcohol to have a good time, but not enough to get totally drunk in an effort not to embarrass Lafayette’s mom on her big night. After that, Y/n didn’t see Lafayette for a while. He was busy getting prepped by his mom’s staff to be the perfect son and getting assigned a new security detail.

Y/n didn’t mind all that much. Sure, she missed him, but now that he was gone, she could spend more time actually working on her school work and getting more sleep. How had she gotten anything done when he was around? It was during the month when Lafayette and Y/n didn’t see each other at all that Molly slapped a magazine down on the table where Y/n was eating breakfast.

“What’s this?” Y/n asked, picking up the glossy magazine.

“Apparently Lafayette is France’s most eligible bachelor,” Molly informed her.

Y/n scoffed and looked over the cover of the magazine. Lafayette was casually leaning against a wall in the photo wearing a fitted suit and a colorful bowtie. He had a casual grin on his face, and his facial hair was trimmed neatly.

“Has Lafayette always been this hot?” Y/n muttered.

Molly gave her a look. “Yes. Yes, he has.”

“He might be a bachelor, but I don’t know if I would call him eligible.”

“What’s wrong with Lafayette?” Molly took the magazine from Y/n and flipped to the fluff piece written about him. “He’s handsome, and charismatic, and intelligent. I would date him.”

Y/n watched her roommate admire the photos of Lafayette and realized this wasn’t the first time Molly had considered the thought. How many times had Y/n watched Molly laugh at something Lafayette said that wasn’t even funny?

A buzz came from Y/n’s phone and she welcomed the distraction from her thoughts. Of course the text just had to be from Lafayette. She hadn’t seen him in forever, and he just happened to next her now? Yes, because it’s going to move the plot along.

Paint the town red w/ me tonight? The text read. Bring some friends and we’ll make it a party.

She shot back a text asking him if he was even allowed to hangout with commoners now that his mom was the president. He sent back a sarcastic haha and assured her he had it all worked out.

Molly was a little too excited when Y/n asked her to come hangout with Lafayette, but what did Y/n care? If Molly liked Lafayette, Y/n didn’t care. Why should she care if her roommate wanted to date her best friend? She did her best to stop thinking about it. Molly let her borrow a dress that was shorter than Y/n was comfortable with and they headed out with a few of their friends to meet at a bar Lafayette had texted them about.

He was thirty minutes late, and Y/n would’ve been annoyed she hadn’t expected it from him. He fed everyone some charming story about having to ditch his security detail. Y/n wanted to point out to him how irresponsible he was being, but honestly, she was just glad to see him again. When he was done enchanting their friends with his stories of his grandiose lifestyle, everyone returned to their drinks and Lafayette finally had the chance to sidle up to Y/n and sling an Armani-clad arm around her shoulders.

“Been a while, stranger?” He gave her an impish grin.

“And who’s fault is that?”

Lafayette’s eyebrows shot up and he pouted. “Aw, chérie, you know I couldn’t help it. I’ve been busy, it hasn’t been easy, this last month.”

“Right. ‘Cause living in a literal palace must be so difficult.”

“I forgot how sarcastic you can be.”

She shrugged and gave him a self-satisfied smile.

“Maybe you’ll be nicer after a few drinks,” he suggested.

“...it wouldn’t hurt.”

His smile was wide and she had forgotten how much she had missed it. Lafayette leaned forward and ordered a round of drinks, and just like that, it was like they hadn’t been apart at all. Their friendship was easy like that.

After two drinks, Y/n was laughing louder than anyone in the bar. Lafayette urged her to quiet down, but by the way wrinkles formed by his eyes and he laughed along quietly, they both knew he wasn’t serious about it at all. It was after they had started taking shots that they decided they were too hot to stay indoors. The night was young, and Lafayette had already hatched a plan in his mind.

“Let’s go to a park,” he announced to their small group.

There was a chorus of enthusiastic agreement. Y/n, more than a few drinks in, was still hesitant.

“Everything is probably closed at this time. Don’t you think you should be getting home?” She asked.

“C’mon, Y/n,” Molly chimed in, “it’ll be fun. There’s no harm to it.”

Y/n wanted to argue that there very well could be harm to it, but Lafayette was too fast.

“Molly’s right. Besides, I don’t know when I’ll get a night of freedom again. Better make the most of it, oui?”

Lafayette must’ve earned his magnetism from his constant exposure to politicians. He would make a great politician if he ever decided to apply himself, Y/n thought. It wasn’t the first time she had thought this.

Everyone listened to him almost like they were hypnotized, and before she knew it, they were standing outside a small park. A small closed park. Y/n knew she shouldn’t be committing a crime with the French president’s son, but the group had a mob mentality now. Anyway, Lafayette had his mind set on breaking into the park now. There was nothing anyone could’ve one to change his mind at this point.

Y/n still felt she had to try. “It’s closed. Everyone should just go home.”

“Nonsense,” Lafayette said.

“What’s your plan? Hop the fence?”

“Why not?” Molly asked. “It’s not that high.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Y/n responded.

But seeing the look on Lafayette’s face, she could tell he didn’t share her opinion on fence hopping. She watched him give a curious look to Molly. A look she recognized. There was always a twinkle in his eye when he was about to do something stupid to impress a girl. Y/n sighed, threw her hands up in defeat, and let him make his idiotic decisions.

And idiotic they were. Enough alcohol will give you the mindless bravery needed to attempt to jump a fence to impress a girl. That’s how Lafayette broke his arm.

Dealing with drunk, twenty-something-year-old French boys seemed like a walk in the park compared to dealing with the morons that, by some miracle, had been elected to the United States Congress. Y/n didn’t consider herself to be one of those moronic representatives, but she was sure some members of the Republican party had some choice words they used to describe her.

“We have a system that is fundamentally broken,” Y/n spoke into the microphone in front of her. Today she was asking questions at a hearing concerning campaign finance laws. Tomorrow it would be working on passing a bipartisan bill or going to some fundraiser for her reelection campaign.

“So would you say that Congress is held to the same rate of accountability as the president, the executive branch? Are there more regulations for Senators and Congressman, in regards to campaign financing than the president? Or less, Mr. Conway?” She asked.

The man in question, Mr. Conway, shifted uncomfortably in his seat before responding to the question, “there are almost no laws at all that apply to the president.”

Y/n was satisfied with his answer, but still she pressed on. “Are you saying that I, and every member of congress, are being held to a higher standard than the president of the United States?”

“...yes.”

“Thank you.”

The hearing wrapped up with all the formalities, and Y/n gathered up all her notes. She made her way from the committee hearing room to her office, knowing that her campaign manager and second-in-command, Nathan Hale, would be ready to tell her what else she had on the schedule for today. She found him sitting on the visitor’s side of her desk, his feet propped up on a chair.

“You did great in there,” he said casually.

She raised an eyebrow as she dropped all her notes from the hearing on her desk and sunk down into the seat. “You stayed and listened?”

“For most of it. I had to leave early,” he admitted. “There were some... issues I had to look at.”

“Issues?”

“Secretary Jefferson tweeted about you. You’re going to want to see it.”

Y/n groaned outwardly. “No, Nathan, I don’t think I will.”

“You’re probably right, but you should be informed nonetheless.” He handed her her phone, already opened to Jefferson’s tweet. It was nothing she hadn’t seen or heard before. Just another politician attacking her character and claiming she was a talentless kid who didn’t belong in politics.

She furrowed her brows as she quickly typed out a response to his tweet. That’s interesting, coming from a man whose entire career was built off his daddy’s money.

“What do you think?” She handed the phone to Nathan to read over her tweet. “Too harsh? Not harsh enough?”

He laughed. “It’s perfect. Anddddd... send tweet. Did we just enter into a twitter war with the former Secretary of State and the Republican presidential nominee? This feels like middle school drama, not running a country.”

Y/n only shrugged. “All I have to say,” Y/n muttered as she attempted to organize the clutter on her desk, “is that politics is nothing like The West Wing.”

“No?”

“No. Nathan, what do we have scheduled today?” She asked.

“An interview with The Times later, but I’ve lined up some meetings with a few of your largest donors.”

“That’s my least favorite part of the job. Who am I meeting with?” Y/n set aside her organizing and leaned forward on her elbows.

Nathan pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and read off a few names from his clipboard. “We’ve got Mercy Otis Warren at two. Mr. and Mrs. Randolph for lunch—”

“Oh, I can’t stand them.”

“—and a Mr. de Lafayette in an hour.”

Y/n’s eyebrows shot up into her hairline and she was convinced she had heard him wrong. “Who was that last one?”

“Mr. de Lafayette, the French president’s son,” Nathan explained.

“Since when has he been a donor to my campaign?” Y/n frowned.

“He reached out a few months ago. I thought it was strange that a foreign leader’s kid wanted to donate to a U.S. representative’s campaign, but I wasn’t about to stop him.”

“I don’t want his donations,” Y/n said.

This caught Nathan’s attention. “Y/n, he made a very sizable donation to your reelection campaign.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want his money.”

“It’s too late. We’ve already spent the money on buttons and whatnot.”

“Nathan, no!” Y/n groaned. “And you said I’m supposed to meet with him today?”

“Yes, in an hour. I don’t understand what the problem is.”

Y/n pursed her lips and finally admitted, “We used to be best friends.”

“And you don’t want to see him because...?”

“It’s a long story.”

“Well regardless of the length of the story,” Nathan said, “we can’t cancel on him. We need every donation we can get since you refuse to accept money from any PACs.”

“That’s because it’s the right thing to do,” Y/n pointed out.

“Maybe so, but that doesn’t make my job any easier. You’re not getting out of this meeting, Y/n. You should start mentally preparing yourself now.”

It had been eight years since she had last seen Lafayette. Eight years. And yet, she wasn’t exactly in a rush to see him again. They hadn’t exactly left things on great terms. Now he was making sizable donations to her campaign? None of this made any sense to Y/n.

An hour passed too quickly for Y/n’s liking. Nathan had arranged for a photo op between Y/n and Lafayette in the lobby of the hotel Lafayette was staying at. After all, the endorsement of a foreign dignitary would be good for her campaign, it would probably make the front page of local newspapers. On the ride over to the hotel, Y/n rehearsed how the meeting would go in her head.

She’d walk into the lobby and greet Lafayette politely. The photographers would capture a few pictures of them smiling amicably and shaking hands. Y/n would thank him for his support and his donations, inquire on the wellbeing of his mother, and then Nathan would pull her out and tell everyone she had another meeting she had to be at. Y/n would apologize, thank Lafayette again, and then they would part ways. And if she never saw him again after this, that would be fine.

Maybe she should have let Nathan in on her plans, because he had different ideas of how this meeting would go down.

“The Randolphs had to cancel on us, but I’ve pencilled them in for next weekend. That means we can take more time talking with Mr. de Lafayette,” he told her.

“What? But I don’t want to spend more time talking with him. I just--”

“We can discuss it later,” Nathan cut her off and pushed her into the hotel lobby where half a dozen photographers and journalists were already waiting. The cameras began to flash.

“We have a lot to discuss later,” Y/n smiled for the cameras, but Nathan was the only one able to hear the poison underneath her words. She meant them. But chewing Nathan out was for later, right now she had an ex-best friend and current campaign donator to deal with.

Standing to the side of the lobby was Lafayette. He was wearing gray slacks and formal shoes, but he had opted to ditch the suit jacket and wore his white button down with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his rather muscular fore arms. He grinned when he saw Y/n headed his way, and all of a sudden it was like she was a college student again. Memories of her year in Paris came back to her. Drinks at a local bar, watching romcoms together, attending rallies for his mom.

But bad memories returned to her as well, and they seemed to out weigh all the good ones she could remember. She had to focus not to let her smile falter in case a photographer took a photo of her looking anything less than happy to be seeing Lafayette. Journalists always had a way of spinning things.

“Congresswoman L/n, I am so glad you could make it,” Lafayette said. There may have been some things Y/n had forgotten from her year abroad, but the sound of his voice wasn’t one of those things.

“There’s no place I’d rather be,” Y/n lied through her smile. “How was your flight?” She stepped forward and offered her hand for him to shake. Cameras flashed.

“Pleasant enough, I suppose.” He gripped her hand and gave it a firm shake. More cameras clicked. “It’s good to see you again. What has it been, eight years?”

They turned to face the cameras, letting the photographers take pictures of the smiling side-by-side.

“Must be. It’s been too long, hasn’t it?” She was doing her best to be professional.

He placed a hand on her back that could easily pass as just a friendly gesture between two professionals, but Y/n knew him better than that. Lafayette kept smiling, but he lowered his voice so only she could hear him.

“I’ve tried getting in contact with you so many times, Y/n. We used to be best friends, remember? Although now you seem to be doing fine for yourself.”

Y/n continued smiling, but she spared Lafayette an uneasy glance. “I am doing fine, aren’t I?”

“I just don’t understand why the only way I can get you to talk to me is to make large donations to your campaign and schedule meetings with your campaign manager,” he said quietly. “What happened to us?”

“Lafayette, this isn’t the time or place to address that issue,” she said with perfectly masked annoyance. Y/n smiled for a couple more photos, then the journalists seemed to have gotten enough content of the two of them. “Besides, I think we both know perfectly well what happened.”

The end of Y/n’s year abroad came quicker than she had anticipated. Paris had been fun, but if she was being honest, she was ready to return home. Molly and Lafayette had begun dating shortly after that night when he jumped the fence and broke his arm to impress her. After that, Y/n couldn’t help but feel like a third-wheel around the two of them.

It wasn’t easy. Lafayette was still her best friend and she couldn’t avoid him as much as she wanted to without him asking questions. Since Lafayette decided to date Molly, and since Molly was Y/n’s roommate, seeing them around together was nearly unavoidable.

Y/n had reached the end of her year abroad now, so... that was good? Molly had already left for the states a week and a half ago due to a family emergency or something. Y/n wasn’t completely sure, she had gotten good at tuning Molly out when she was talking about how great a boyfriend Lafayette was, that she must’ve started tuning out everything Molly said.

With Molly gone, Y/n was left alone in an apartment and with her thoughts. She didn’t see Lafayette as much, as he really only came over to the apartment to visit Molly these days. Now that she was left with nothing to do except pack and think, she was finally hit with the unsettling reality that the real reason she didn’t like being around Molly and Lafayette when they were together wasn’t because they made her feel like a third wheel.

She shoved those thoughts deep down her throat, worried what might become of her if she let herself dwell on them too much. When ignoring the thoughts didn’t work as well as she had hoped it would, she turned to an alternative medicine. The bar was an antidote for anything and everything.

That’s where Lafayette found Y/n. Drinking by herself on a weeknight.

“What are you doing here? I’m supposed to be the drunk one that you find and drag home.”

She looked at him lazily over her third glass of wine. “One should always be drunk. That’s all that matters. But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.”

“We’re quoting poetry, now?” He sighed. “You are more drunk than I thought.”

“I thought you would like it. Charles Baudelaire. He’s French. He said to get drunk, and wine tastes better than virtue.”

Lafayette took her glass of wine and drained it. Partially to prevent Y/n from drinking anymore, partially because he needed it. He looked at his best friend who was watching him with wide eyes and parted lips.

“What?” He asked.

“What,” she repeated, in a daze.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m okay. You’re the one getting drunk alone.”

She grinned sloppily. “I’m not alone. You’re here. And you’re getting drunk with me.”

Lafayette appraised Y/n for a moment. She was watching him so earnestly, her eyes bright and lively from the alcohol. He had to look away. Eventually he gave in and ordered another glass of wine for himself. Then, halfway through that glass, his lips loosened.

“Molly broke up with me.”

For a second, Lafayette could have sworn he saw a smile on Y/n’s face. But he must have imagined it, because when he looked again, she was giving him a pitiful look.

“She did? I’m so, so sorry. Did she say why?”

“No, but I think I know.”

“Care to share?”

He shook his head and took a long sip from his glass. “Not particularly. You care to share why you’re getting drunk alone in the middle of the week?”

“Not particularly.” She repeated his words and attempted a wink.

Then the two of them fell into a contemplative silence. There was no doubt that they were extremely close friends. But that didn’t mean they told each other everything, it just meant that they always knew how the other was feeling, even if they didn’t know why.

“We’ve got so much wasted potential, don’t we?” Lafayette finally said.

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “Wasted? I may be wasted tonight, but I’ll pull it together tomorrow.”

He groaned and hid his smile, not wanting her to know that he actually found her amusing. “Shut up, Y/n. You know what I mean.”

“Maybe you’re wasted potential. You could be a president or a CEO, but instead you’re drinking with your best friend at 10:48 p.m.,” she pointed out. “But I’ve got it all figured out. Tomorrow, I’ll pull myself together from this feeling-sorry-for-myself night. And when I go back to America, I’ll pull my life together again.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Tonight is a microcosm of my time here in Paris. Paris was just a drunk mistake. A really fun, really delicious mistake. When I return to the U.S., it’ll be my Paris hang over. I’ll deal with the consequences, be miserable for a little while, but then I’ll be great. Maybe be president or meet a penguin, whichever is easier.”

“I hope Paris wasn’t all mistakes.”

“It was.”

It should have hurt more to hear her say that. They were both a few glasses in at this point and felt invincible. Everything would hurt a lot more in the morning, but they felt so good then. Lafayette spared another glance at Y/n. This was his best friend, the only girl he really cared about. The girl he had promised himself he wouldn’t ruin things with. But one look at her lips made him lose any inhibition he had left.

He stared a second too long. Y/n noticed his eyes on her lips, and as if she knew what he was thinking, her lips were pulled up into a troublesome smile. A voice in the back of Y/n’s head warned her that she could ruin their friendship if she didn’t stop, but then again, she had never wanted to be his friend. Never.

“Come home with me?” She knew what his answer would be before she had even asked the question.

His response should’ve been “I don’t think that’s a good idea” or “we’re both drunk, we should both go to our own homes.” Or anything else. Anything else would’ve been better than his easy grin, his warm hand in hers as they exited the bar, and his sharp whistle as he hailed a taxi.

She could count this, right?

Lafayette had never told her he loved her. As a friend, at the very least, Y/n was convinced that he loved her. She had watched Lafayette express his affections and love for so many women before her. Y/n would be lying if she said that she didn’t die a little bit every time she saw him with someone else. She had watched him say “I love you” to almost everyone but herself.

In the back of the cab, flooded with orange light from the street, Lafayette’s hands felt warm on her body. He tasted like cheap wine even though Y/n knew he could afford something more expensive. He tasted like smoke as well, even though Y/n told him often how bad cigarettes were. The way he looked at her, the way he kissed her, it said “I love you.” Didn’t it?

I can count this, she decided with his lips pressed against her neck.

He only took his lips off her to quickly pay the cab driver, and even then he kept one hand on her thigh. Walking up a narrow flight of stairs is harder when you’re drunk and don’t want to let go of another person, but Lafayette and Y/n managed to do it. They stumbled into her apartment, not bothering to turn on any lights.

The next morning Y/n’s apartment would look like a crime scene; furniture out of place, clothes littering the floor, but she didn’t care at the moment. Any consequences for tonight’s actions would be her problem tomorrow. Tonight, all she could think about was the way he pushed her up against the wall and left bruises on her shoulders with his mouth.

By the time they made it to her bedroom, she had managed to remove all his clothes and he was taking off her panties with two fingers. Lafayette whispered something sweet in her ear, but Y/n really wasn’t listening at this point. He wrapped an arm around her waist and laid her back on the bed, placing a desperate kiss on her lips. Something in her knew that he wasn’t kissing her because he felt something, but because he wanted to feel something. Did it work?

Y/n would not know all the details of what happened the next day. All she would remember was the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of him on her tongue, and feeling more alive than she had ever felt before.

Drunken mistakes were something Lafayette was used to. Y/n had her fair share of drunken mistakes as well. Nothing compared to the moment Lafayette woke up next to Y/n in her bed with a terrible headache from the night before. He could feel nothing but dread and it was beginning to eat him alive.

“Mon dieu, what have I done?” The fact that he had really fucked up this time hit him like a train.

“I know,” Y/n replied. She didn’t share his same level of concern. “How much did we drink last night?”

“I need to go.”

Before she knew it, Lafayette was out of bed and pulling on articles of his clothing that were strewn across the room. Y/n was perplexed by his urgency and propped herself up on her elbows.

“Lafayette, relax. We were drunk, okay? It’s not a big deal.”

He shook his head. “No, you don’t understand.”

“What don’t I understand.”

“This shouldn’t have happened. I never wanted this to happen.”

Y/n didn’t even mask her pain, but Lafayette wouldn’t even look at her. Still, she tried to reassure him. “You hook-up with girls all the time. This isn’t that much different.”

“No, it is,” he said firmly. “You’re not just another girl, Y/n. We’re friends. I never wanted this to happen between us.”

Just like that, Y/n felt her heart plummet in her chest. Did he really regret sleeping with her that much? He couldn’t even fathom the idea of them together without panicking? Y/n’s mouth hung open but no words came out. What would you even say in a situation like this?

“I need to leave now.” He still couldn’t look her in the eye. Lafayette left her apartment without so much as another word to her.

That’s how Lafayette broke her heart.

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summerofsnowflakes · 3 years

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The Last Time

Request: Can I request an angsty fic with either one of the bay boys using the prompt “So that’s it? It’s over?”

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader / Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Warnings: Cheating and just total utter sadness...

A/n: I was meant to post this earlier but i have had my head stuck in the first Bridgerton book all day. All I will say is i am sorry in advance because this is not the typical content for Valentines day.

This was the last time.

Just one more time and you would end it for good.

Of course, you had said that before. You had uttered that very statement to yourself every day for the last six months and every day you believed yourself a little bit less. You tried to convince yourself that he hadn’t dominated every thought that went through your head. You persuaded yourself that the whole affair was entirely meaningless, you could end it anytime you want. But you were a deceptive person, a cheater, that much was clear as day. You always found yourself back in his bed, doing unspeakable things and damaging everyone in your path of destruction. Most importantly though, you were hurting Rafael, the man you truly loved; even if he was none the wiser. You were a tornado of pain and Daveed had been drawn into the centre with you.

You remember the night it all began, it was crystal clear in your mind. The alcohol flowed throughout the evening and Rafa got a little too drunk. It was a celebration, no one blamed him. Daveed was a gentleman, offering to help you both home when he saw you struggling to hold up your boyfriend, waiting for your taxi home. To any outsider it was completely innocent and in fairness it had started out that way. Rafa was put to bed by Daveed with ease, something you wouldn’t have managed. You handed him a glass of whiskey, neat and cheersed to a night cut short.

That’s when it all got a bit blurry and steamy. You can’t remember who initiated it, but you’re certain that it was inevitable, destined to play out. How could anyone resist that charming smile and those fiery eyes that bored into you with pure lust? You were overwhelmed by the needy passion of the whole thing. You could still feel his strong hand clamped over your mouth to quiet you as you both climbed towards your orgasms together. You remained glued to one another long after it was over, but no words were exchanged and he escaped with a fleeting kiss. A promise of more to come.

You were left alone, with nothing but your thoughts and the regret crept its way into your head, the guilt began nibbling at your finger-tips, the anxiety dropped itself on your stomach. Alone in the dark you were unable to move from the scene of your crime…

You sat silently on your bed, head in your hands as you tried to collect yourself before he arrived. The small blue velvet box sat open on top of the bedside table. The silver band was littered with clear diamonds and blue sapphires. It glittered under the soft light of the lamp, it was the ring you had always dreamed of. Only Rafa would be thoughtful enough to dig through the archives of your relationship to remember such small details to include in your future together.

Daveed left himself in, it wasn’t unusual for him to do that. He saw the ring lying carelessly on the table where you had left it an hour ago. It cried out to him to be hidden back in the safety of the draw where Rafa had concealed it this morning. But he would never touch it out of fear it would burn his skin, branding the truth of their relationship onto his skin for everyone to see. He knew this was the end, the last time.

You felt the eyes of the ring watch you, recording the sad scene being played out before it. It silently judged you from the corner of the room as you desecrated the sacred space that was reserved only for you and Rafa. It would act as a constant reminder of the pain you and Daveed had caused. It sealed the tragic end of your affair. But it didn’t stop you from savouring your final moments together. You needed this, you needed him. You craved the feeling of his body heavy on top of yours. You yearned for the sound of his hot ragged breath in your ear as he chased the same relief you did. You thirsted for the passion he offered as his hand held your wrists tightly away from your body. One last time.

Just once more and then you could forget this ever happened. Go back to the safety of Rafa’s arms and pretend there was nothing but friendship between you and Daveed. You could spend the rest of your life convincing yourself that this wasn’t love, just as you had for the last six months. You could leave behind the guilt that had eroded you down to nothing. You could stop questioning whether it was possible to love two people at the same time, even though you knew the answer deep in the pit of your stomach. In those final seconds of ecstasy you couldn’t stop wondering whether you would do it all over again if you went back to that fateful night.

And when it’s finally over with, you go through the motions of redressing. You don’t feel as though you’re in the room, you feel like you’re watching the end from the same place as the ring. An outsider to your own life. There aren’t any words to be spoken, not yet anyway. It’s too difficult for both of you. You’re mourning the death of a relationship that never stood a chance from the beginning. You stand in a soft embrace for the longest time until Daveed couldn’t stand it any longer. It’s time to go. “So that’s it? It’s over?” Daveed’s voice cracked as he whispered into your hair. Your body trembled and harsh tears escaped you. You weren't ready to let this go, but reluctantly you nodded into his chest. He held you tighter, fighting back his own tears. One of you needed to be strong or you would end up back in bed.

A thick blanket of silence rested on you as you both shuffled towards the front door, your eyes were glued to the floor, his eyes were red from holding back the tears. He opened his mouth to speak but words failed him. You understood and smiled sadly at him. He’s gone without a word. But this time there’s no promise of more. No this was the last time.

Before you could move from your spot in front of the door, Daveed reappeared before you once again, the tears were evident of his face now. “You know, in another time or place this would have been perfect...” He observed solemnly.

“I know Diggs.” You nodded before turning your back on him and your affair.

It truly was the last time.

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atombombbibunny · 3 years

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Always

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Drinking, all of the angsty angst angst.

Words:1078

Authors Note: All from the angst prompt list, please send me more, I love writing sad stuff cause I’m always sad :) Also anon that sent me this, I hope when you said bay boy you meant like actually them and not Colin or Miles ><”

It was hard, watching the two of them from a distance, the way he kissed her head, the way his hand overtook hers any time they held hands, the way her eyes shined into his right before they kissed gently.

It was harder that every time they fought; he’d come to you first.

He had other options, like Daveed, but you were always his first, whether it was him calling you or coming to your door, it was always you.

After a night out celebrating Daveed’s recent birthday you could tell your evening wasn’t exactly over as you watched her storm off and him chase after her. When he came back alone you could feel a burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, it soured your throat and had you reaching for another drink.

The night ran long luckily, but Rafael stayed seated most of the night, staring at his phone trying to get an answer from her.

After pressing a chaste kiss to Daveed’s cheek you rushed out, hoping Rafael wouldn’t see you leave and therefore still think you were there, you hurried into your Uber and let out a relieved sigh with your successful escape.

You hated yourself for not being there for him, but you hated him for putting you through this every time they had different opinions.

Every time he would hesitate on the phone or stare at you for a second too long, you were always waiting to hear him confess his undying love for you, or for him to say they were finally finished.

But after the third time he called you, you knew that fantasy would never come true.

The feeling of nausea and anxiety finally subsided as an hour passed and you hadn’t heard a thing from Rafael, a wave of relief and concern flooded your body as your eyes fluttered to sleep, maybe it had been half an hour, maybe two hours, but you felt like you had only just drifted off to sleep before your phone rang beside you almost scaring you awake.

You quickly reached for the phone to check to see who it was when you already knew the answer, the phone shined down into your burning eyes as you saw his picture on your phone.

“Rafa?” You asked half asleep, you rubbed at your eyes one at a time, trying to revive your vision.

“M sorry, this a bad time?” You could hear his distinct drunk slurring.

You finally glanced at your phone to see 4am

“Um, its really late.” You croaked out; your throat dry from the sudden awakening.

“so, is it worse that ‘m outside?” He whispered into the phone like he was hiding from someone.

You let out a groan, you knew you couldn’t let him stay out there it was freezing. “Okay, hang on.” You muttered before hanging up the phone, you sat up from your bed only just realizing you were still in the same clothes, you released a sigh as you pushed yourself from the mattress.

You were at the front door in a few shuffles, after unlocking the door you opened it to Rafael who was staring out into the street before he looked to you, his eyes moving up and down your body, it almost felt like he was trying to see if it was real your not. You moved off to the side allowing him into your place like you had done many times before this.

You had told yourself time and time again that you would put a stop to this, each time he left your apartment without so much as a thank you, or hanging up because she was calling, you told yourself you would tell him off.

But here you were again.

He entered your place with ease as he made his way to your couch, dropping down into it.

You sat next to him, your hand rubbing his arm. “Why aren’t you home Rafa?” You asked quietly. “You left.” He mumbled out his head laying against the arm of your couch. “That didn’t answer my question.” Your voice stayed low as you did your best to comfort him. “But you did.” He said, his head moving to look at you.

“Rafael, please.” Your voice hardening, he never showed up so late, he never called and showed up.

“Wanted to see you.” He said, his eyes catching yours. You released your hand from his arm, as your hand retreated, he caught it with his. “Listen, Y/N. This has all been a huge mistake.” He was talking like he was trying to sober up.

“It should be you.”

You felt a knot begin to grow in the bottom of your throat,

“When she left tonight.” He paused watching your expression. “I could feel you watching me for the rest of the night.”

Your vision almost felt blurry as you held eye contact with him.

“Nd when you left, I realized it has been you, this whole time. You”

His right hand left yours as it reached up to your cheek, his thumb swiping against your neck, you wanted to shudder under his touch, but you held yourself together as tears began to swell in your eyes. You blinked rapidly wishing them away. He was saying the things you had been dying to hear, but this was never how you wanted to hear it, you thought you did. You thought you needed him to come running to you after he left her, or she left him. But all you could feel was your heart ache.

You hadn’t realized how close your faces were until you watched his eyes glance down at your lips, his movements were slow, but as he came within half an inch from your lips you looked away from him, your head moving to the side as you let out a shaken sigh.

“Rafa.” You closed your eyes, unable to look at him for fear of breaking.

“Tell me this when your sober.” You whispered as his nose pressed into your cheek. “Please.” You begged, you removed yourself from his grasp as you stood from the couch and walked down back to bed. You silently sobbed yourself back to sleep, only getting a few more hours of rest, when awake you felt how quiet your place was, you could feel it as you stood up, as you opened the door, and as you walked into the living room.

He was gone.

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daveeddiggsit · 4 years

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Can we get Kiss Prompt 46 with Daveed himself? 🥺👉👈

“Don’t go.” Your voice is small in the open area of the airport lobby. “You always leave.”

As much as the phrase hurts, it’s true, and the fact that Daveed knows this breaks his heart. “Babe, you know I can’t stay.”

You look up at him, eyes watery and red from crying previously. You wrap your arms around his torso and he does the same. “I know.” Your voice is muffled from you burying your face into his chest.

“I gotta do this press tour and I’ll be back before you know it. We’ll FaceTime every day if you want to. I wish you could come with, but you have work and…”

You sigh shakily and pull away to look up at him again. “I know, D, I… I know. I just… I’m gonna miss you, babe.”

“I know. Me too, baby.” His lips twist up in a small, sad smile.

You reach up to press your lips to his for the last time for weeks. The kiss is slow and warm and soft, and it feels like home, but it’s unfortunate that this sense of home is going to leave you, leaving a void that will not get filled until he returns. This makes you hold him closer, pressing your hands to his cheeks as he does the same to you as love, longing, and passion is poured into the kiss.

It feels like time has stopped as you two are wrapped up in each other’s presence and it’s only when he pulls away to catch his breath that you feel the world around you resume again. Daveed wraps you up in his embrace, holding you close to him and bending down to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

He finally looks down at his watch and sighs before he softly speaks. “I gotta go. Flight leaves soon.”

You nod against him and pull back, giving him another peck before taking a step back.

“Go.” You say, a watery smile tugging at your mouth. “I’ll be okay.”

He nods before he takes your hand and presses a kiss to it, smiling against it. “I know you will.” He says before letting go. “I’ll call as soon as I land.”

#where did this angst come from wtf #way angstier than expected #hope this is what you wanted anon!#daveed x reader #daveed diggs x reader #drabbles

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Definitely Not

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 + Cursing, Angst, Jealousy, Smut, Graphic Depictions of Sex, Semi-public sex, oral sex (f receiving), established relationship.

Word Count: About 3K

Summary: Daveed tries to set you straight on set. Let’s see if it works.

A/N: This fic is an ask from a Nonnie who is Definitely Not Miranda in response to the pictures enclosed. So @einfachniemand, I’m not going to say: Here, my dear.

Very little editing, all errors my own. (The dress pic is not intended to convey skin tone or body type, just the dress).

It was the night of the SAG awards, which happened to fall right on the last night of your first three-week visit to set to see Daveed. You hated the distance and he knew that, so he arranged for you to see each other whenever possible.

You’d spent the first 10 days in quarantine with him, and that was fun, but these last 10 had been mostly sitting back and watching him work. Normally, you wouldn’t have minded it, but his work on this show had him in several sex scenes where he was intimate with another actress.

She was perfectly sweet, and nice, and very much in a relationship, but every time you watched a scene with them together, you got this twisting turning sensation in your belly.

Could it be jealousy, or something else?

You’d taken to avoiding set on those days, insisting you had work to do, and you stayed in the condo that production provided Daveed.

It didn’t help that you had gone from non-stop sex every day for 10 days, to long says of filming and occasional sex this last half of the trip.

But there was no need to worry. It was normal. D was exhausted and he was working. And your relationship was not just physical.

Was it?

All of this had your neurotic, anxiety riddled mind working. You began to think that maybe this was the test of your relationship. That maybe you and Daveed weren’t right for each other. That maybe this wasn’t even love.

Daveed knew you like the back of his hand. He knew what you were thinking, he could tell by your avoidance of his sex scenes and by the way you were in your head lately.

But tonight was special. When Daveed told you to bring a fancy dress, you thought it was for sexy time purposes, especially when he specified the short strapless belted Versace gold disco dress dress that you’d tried on when he was fitted for this suit, and that he’d surprised you with on Valentine’s Day.

It was almost destroyed that night, but it was flung across the room before Daveed had a chance to ruin it.

The fact that he was going to present at the SAG awards on the Night Car set not to mention that he was also nominated was a cause for celebration.

It had been a while since you two were able to go out on the town and you were a little nervous as you got ready alone in the condy while Daveed finished filming before the awards.

Your phone dinged with an instagram notification. Daveed’s co-star had posted them together, dressed for the awards. Her black dress complimented his suit nicely and they looked like a lovely couple.

Instead of throwing your phone across the room, you closed instagram and deleted it. You weren’t going to stress, and you weren’t going to let this harsh your mood.

At least that’s what you told yourself in the mirror before you left the condo.

But on the way to the set in the studio car, you were tripping.

Hard.

Were you a massive fool?

You had to pull yourself together. By the time you arrived, you looked the part of the excited and dutiful partner. Acting at it’s finest.

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Daveed was laughing with her when you got to set. He looked so delectable, that you just stood and stared at him from the side of the soundstage, feeling your throat gone dry and all the moisture traveling between your legs.

That beard. Damn, it had been a few days since you felt it between your legs.

The suit was even more magnificent with the fuller beard and the confidence of a man who was doing well and in his element.

The colors and patterns of the Versace jacket complimented the warm brown of his skin and the sequined effect of his balck shirt matched the mirror ball gold and silver dress you wore.

You knew that the shirt clung to every sculpted muscle under that jacket, that’s why you’d dropped to your knees so readily that night after the fitting.

Even though you knew it was just work, the fact that she had her hands on what was yours made you heated. You almost couldn’t contain yourself.

Your eyes went to his hand, where he clutched a whiskey glass with two fingers of amber liquid. You wondered if it was real, or a prop. You didn’t care, you just wished you were that glass, despite the emotions and hormones that swirled inside you.

When your eyes went back to his face, he was looking at you, jaw clenching. The one tell that you affected him. He appraised you from toe to head for a few seconds, then he went back to his conversation.

A new vexation filled you at his intentional indifference to you. Standing upright, you readied for battle.

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Damn, thought Daveed when he first saw you. He wanted to know who you were but then he remembered that you were his.

The thought made his cock stir and grow even more as he took in your whilte sandals and your legs that went allll the way up to the hem of your dress that was just a bit shorter than he’d like it to be in public. They continued up your gold and silver ensconced curves to the bustier of the strapless dress that you were not-quite-indecently almost falling out of.

Damn, he needed to bury his face in your tits as he fingered you into submission.

He gaze journeyed up your collarbone (he noticed that the marks he’d put there last week had faded) up your neck (those were gone too) to your adorable chin and big eyes.

The way that you looked at him, like a bunny trapped in a snare, made him want to take you down right there.

But he had to wait.

Daveed kept calm by ignoring you. He couldn’t lose his cool right here and if he went to greet you, he would drag you to the bathroom and stuff his cock in one of your holes. And he still had a job to do.

Not only was Daveed presenting, he was nominated. But already felt like a winner because the real prize was you.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you raise your chin in that way you had when you were angry, ready to cuss him out or fight. Or both.

He didn’t have to look to know that your eyes were flashing and that your fingers were probably trembling with emotion right now.

Daveed took a sip of his liquor as he continued his conversation and smiled. She thought he was smiling at her, but in reality, he was smiling at you. He had something for you.

He noted that you walked over and sat down on the chair with his name emblazoned upon it. As you crossed your legs to show off what you were working with, he knew exactly what you were doing.

Staking your claim.

What you didn’t realize was that he was always and forever yours.

It began with what he thought was a burning hatred for you but was really an all consuming passion.

And it started when he first laid eyes on you.

The tension was zapping across the room between you two, and the reckoning to come was inevitable the entire night.

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“We’ll catch up with you later, we’re going to hop on a call home. Want to talk to the fam.”

Everyone bought the story and moved to the other soundstage, where a watch party was set up. Soon, you and D were alone on set.

“I hate you. Daniele.”

Daveed smiled that electric smile of his, looked down and shook his head. You used his middle name to piss him off. He wasn’t going to take the bait.

“You don’t mean that.” He moved to within one foot of you, but he didn’t touch you.

“Fuck. You.”

“Why do you hate me now?” He had a good idea, but he wanted to hear you say it.

“Because you’re fucking with her. Or making her believe it can happen. I saw how she looks at you. And you at her.” He moved even closer.

You wanted to move away from him, but you didn’t dare concede any ground to him.

He grabbed your hand and pulled it toward him.

“Do you feel this?” Your hand was now grasping his rock hard erection. “This isn’t for her, it’s all for you.”

You laughed in his face, challenging him with your eyes.

Daveed knew exactly what the real problem was.

He kissed down your neck and slid his hands down your torso to your waist, grasped it, and then hoisted you up on the bar, forcing himself between your legs.

His hands went to your knees and traveled up your moisturized thighs to the apex, finding nothing but the carefully manicured triangle there.

He looked at it for what seemed a long time and licked his lips. When he looked up, his eyes made you clench your thighs together.

“Can I?”

Fuck, you thought. You couldn’t deny it. This is what you wanted. You nodded quickly and licked your parched lips.

Daveed loved the feel, the taste, and the smell of you. He ran the pads of his thumb there, teasing the very tip of your clit, playing you almost like an instrument.

“This dress with no panties. Why did you choose violence Baby Girl?”

He twisted his wrist and was now three fingers and two knuckles deep inside you. The sloshing sound of your wetness was music to his ears.

“Damn, Daveed…” your breathless whisper and physical reaction told him everything he needed to know.

He slammed his fingers inside you and rubbed his palm against your cunt. He curled his fingers to hear you moan again, and then buried his head in between your tits to lick up your ribcage.

Your moan made him leak, and he pulled himself away from the delectable valley of your breasts to slide his hands down your body as he sank to his knees before you.

You leaned back on the bar and watched as he got down on his knees for you.

“Do you still think that there is anyone else above you?”

He grasped your foot, took off your sandal and kissed your instep, trailing his lips up your ankle to your calf.

He kept eye contact as you leaned back on your hands and watched as he licked a fat wet stripe up your thigh to the hem of your dress, and then paused to look at you.

Your anger was gone and now you were begging.

“Please…”

The reach of his long fingers nearing your pussy had you weak. He slowly rolled the hem up your dress up as he got closer and closer to the promised land. You dropped your head back and looked at the ceiling.

“Watch me, Baby Girl.”

His sweet tone made you snap your head back up, knowing that if you didn’t obey, he would make you pay. That was the only intelligent thought you had, as your mind was blank to anything else but what Daveed was doing to you.

He smiled down at your glistening pussy, and in one swift move, his mouth is on you and he lovingly licked your clit. He alternated between this and placing stripes with his tongue between your folds, causing you squirm in his clutches on the bartop.

“Hmmmmm. So delicious.” He looked up at you and grins mischievously.

You shuddered, biting your lip to keep from screaming. He held you fast in his grip as you started convulsing and almost hyperventilating at the pleasure he gave you as his rough tongue swiped over your clit again and again.

“Da-Da-Daveed.”

Daveed looked up, wiped his mouth on his sleeve and smiled that gorgeous smile at you.

“What did you call me?” His eye contact was unwavering, not allowing you to escape.

Your eyes got wide and you shut your mouth fast. Daveed just chuckled, in the mood to be soft.

“Nevermind. We’ll save that for another day.”

He kissed you, allowing you to sample yourself on his tongue. You incoherently grabbed for his belt, unbuckling the impediment to what was so important to you at this moment.

Daveed pulled away and undid his belt, unbuttons his pants and they drop to the floor.

You reached for and only got to hold and squeeze the large, heavy cock in your hand briefly before he pulled away again, lifting you off the bar and turning you around to lean against it.

He answered your whine with a shushing sound.

“Shhhh. As much as I love to see you wrap that mouth around my dick. I need inside you. Now.”

Daveed could hardly stand it. He’d wanted you for hours, since you walked into the room, days, since he last had energy to have you. He was finally going to have his heart’s desire.

He lifted your ass cheek and lined up at your dripping lips. He couldn’t look away as he watched you take all of him, the hiss that escapes his lips causing you to clench around him.

“Fuck. Such a good girl, taking me like this.”

Your mind was like a whirlwind as he thrusted inside you slowly, building up to a constant, merciless rhythm. His pelvis crashed into yours over and over, hands on your hips, surely leaving bruises at his ruthless grip.

“Gotdamn Daveed, no one else has ever made me feel this way,” you whispered, your voice not much more than the breaths you were trying to catch.

This information made Daveed pause and fall out of rhythm, and you heard his breath catch in his throat. His hips faltered after he heard what you had to say.

“Shit!”

The exclamation betrayed his emotion and you remembered how much he loved your words of praise.

The fact that he’d wanted you for so long and couldn’t have you and now you are really his blew his mind. Hearing that he could make you feel like none other made him weak.

“Tell me more.”

He sped up again, growing hot at the image of himself sinking deep inside you.

“No one else can make me feel as good as you do.”

“Fuck!” He moved feverishly, his release imminent.

“It’s not just that your dick is big and hits that spot that no one else has ever found...”

“Shit!”

Daveed reached around to your clit and worked it furiously with his fingers again, because he was going to come any second and he needed you to meet him there.

“It’s that you know m-m-mmmmmm.” You could hardly speak it’s so good.

“You know my bodyyyy… my body so fucking well Daveed.”

He grabbed your hand with his right one and brought it behind your back as his left worked, pinning your torso to the bar. You went up on your toes in your heels, calves tightening along with the rest of your body.

You arched your spine as your explosion started to arrive. Daveed thrust once more, deep inside you, making contact with that special spot and it was game over for both of you.

You cum, hard, and prayed that you don’t mess up his suit. Or your dress.

Daveed leaned on your back, panting, and you released your hand from between you and grabbed his curls, bending back to kiss him, as he softened inside you. He moaned in his throat, a sign that he was still sensitive.

He looked you in your eyes.

“I love you.”

You smile at him. “I love you too.”

He pecked your lips again and groaned as he slipped out of you, and moved to pull up his pants as you straightened your dress.

He went to the bathroom at stage right and is back out within five minutes, having washed his hands and fixed his hair.

He took you in his arms and gave you his serious look. Your stomach turned flips, as if you were in trouble. The thing is, you knew you weren’t. It was just the opposite.

“Let me go over this one more time…” you moved to speak and his look darkened. You shut your mouth quickly.

“Work. Is work. That’s all. I’m a professional. Just like you.”

He stared you down.

“You know a sex scene ain’t sexy. Plus I have that wig and make up on, there are hot lights, makeup. The closest thing to a turn off there is.”

“Stop being jealous just because I like my co-workers. You should be glad I like her, because remember the last co-star that I couldn’t stand?”

He looked at you with a glint in his eye.

You were mad.

“Yeah, you ended up boning her brains out because of the sexual tension.”

“Exactly. And I turned her out. She stalked me all the way up here to Vancouver.”

You were heated.

“Fuck you, Daveed! You sent me a ticket and ordered me to come, don’t try…”

Daveed silenced you with a kiss.

“Can you not be crazy for 10 minutes?”

You caught your breath as you glared at him. You stared each other down, the tension building again.

You pulled away from him.

“10 minutes is all you get. Because that was DEFINITELY NOT the right thing to say to me!!”

You turned on your heel and walked out of the soundstage ahead of him.

Daveed straightened his suit and smiled as he followed you out.

It was going to be a long night.

And he was looking forward to it.

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Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Request: “would you be willing to do a daveed x reader where you guys are out and having fun and you run into your ex (who is not nice) and you get all shaky and scared so daveed is super protective and reassuring? lots of fluff please!!” - @winchesteralvez

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mention of verbal/physical abuse. Arguing and angst and everything else is just so so so much fluff!

I woke up to the feeling of someone poking me. I opened my eyes and once I adjusted to the light, I realized it was Daveed. I had fallen asleep on the couch watching some documentary on Netflix. Daveed was standing next to the couch.

“Wake up, sleepyhead” he said, with an adorable smile on his face. “Give me a kiss first” I said, with a smirk. “Well I guess, if you insist” he joked and sat next to me. I sat up til we were face to face.

“Come here love” he said as he cupped my face with one hand and leaned in and gave me a sweet kiss. We pulled away and I leaned my head on his shoulder. “I love you” I whispered to him. “I love you too darling” he said, sweetly.

“So why’d you wake me up?” I asked him. “It’s time to go on our walk” he said. We had starting going on a walk every night. It let us spend quality time together and also get in some exercise. “Okay, let me go grab my shoes” I said as I stood up and walked into our bedroom.

I met Daveed back in the living room, “you ready?” he asked me as he grabbed the house keys. “Yep” I said, smiling. He interlaced his hand with mine and we walked out the door. We were walking in comfortable silence.

“So how did that song go? The one you were writing last night?” I asked him, remembering hearing him in our home studio, late last night. “It went great, it was probably the quickest I’ve ever written a song” he said. “So what was it about?” I asked, curiously.

Daveed and I were both in the music industry. Him more on the rapping side and me on the singing side. So we were both always interested in songs the other had written.

“It was about you, as always” Daveed said, smiling. “Aww you big softie” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. “What can I say? What’s a better muse than you, the stunning woman I get to call my girlfriend. I’ll have to play you the song tonight” he said, and he planted a kiss on the back of my hand.

“You are always so sweet to me” I said to him. “Well you are the love of my life” he said. “And you’re mine” I said, honestly.

Throughout our relationship of three years, Daveed and I have never had an issue with being sappy or telling the other how much we love them.

I truly felt lucky to have such a loving and supportive boyfriend. I knew he had my back no matter what happened.

We began to walk over this small bridge, it had the perfect view of the sunset. We both stopped to look at it. “Wow, it’s so beautiful” I said, in awe. I let go of Daveed’s hand and walked up to the side of the bridge. I placed my hands on the cold cobblestone and admired the view. The vibrant colors were so beautiful and awe-inspiring.

Then I heard a camera click behind me. I quickly turned to face my very guilty-looking boyfriend. “Did you take my picture?” I asked him. “You looked so pretty with the sunset, I couldn’t resist” he said as he walked closer to me.

He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind me. He held me there in his embrace while we looked at the view.

He moved one his hands just a little bit, but accidentally touched a spot on my stomach that was ticklish. I instinctively squirmed and let out a giggle.

“Oh, are you ticklish? What a surprise” he said, sarcastically. Daveed knew me better than anyone, he had used his knowledge of how ticklish I was against me on many occasions.

“Daveed Diggs, don’t you dare” I threatened him. “Or what?” He asked with a smirk. I knew I had no upper hand. He turned me around to face him. I was absolutely trapped, with his arms on both sides of me.

He attacked my stomach with his fingers. He had the biggest grin on his face and I was trying to move away while having a laughing fit.

“Dav...Daveed...stop...pl..please” I begged him, in between fits of laughter. “Beg for mercy” he said, chuckling as he continued to tickle me.

I managed to get out of his grasp and I jogged away from him. Then up in front of me I saw a face that I would recognize from a mile away.

I froze right in place, I couldn’t move a single muscle.

It was my ex-boyfriend, his name was Eddie. He was a jerk when we dated and he was constantly flirting with other girls. He also loved to tell me how much I needed to wear makeup, lose weight, or whatever insult he chose that day. We went to a party once and he got drunk and he hit me. I raced home and grabbed all my stuff and moved in with Daveed.

I hadn't seen Eddie since that night. Daveed knew all about what happened, but he never met him so he didn’t know what he looked like.

“Ha I caught you” Daveed said and went to pick me up, but I swatted his hand away. “Hey, don’t be upset that you can’t outrun me” he said, laughing. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know what was going on. I couldn’t even form the words to tell him.

I started taking short, shallow breaths and I felt like someone was cutting off my air supply. “Woah darling, what’s wrong?” He asked, very concerned. “That’s....that’s Eddie” I whispered. He quickly looked to where I was looking and saw him.

Eddie hadn’t seen us yet, he was too busy checking his phone. “Come on baby, let’s go” he said grabbing my shaky hand. Just as he did that, Eddie looked up and made eye contact with me. He started to storm over toward us.

“Daveed, he’s gonna hurt me” I said, worried out of my mind. I had no doubt that he was furious after all these years.

“No he won’t, I won’t let him touch you, I promise” he said. Daveed held tight on to my hand and started to back up. Eventually, Eddie just ran over to us. Daveed stepped in front of me and got between Eddie and I.

“There you are, you little bitch. I’ve been looking for you for three years now” Eddie said, furiously. “Leave her the hell alone, Eddie. I swear I will the not hesitate to beat the crap out of you” Daveed said, protectively. “Oh who are you? Are you the new guy? Nice to see Y/N is still a slut” Eddie said, with such anger in his voice that I flinched.

Apparently Daveed noticed, because he put his hand behind him and grabbed a hold of my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He knew that I was panicking and knew how to calm me down.

“Listen here, you’re going to leave me and my girlfriend alone” Daveed threatened. I had never seen Daveed so aggressive. “And what if I don’t?” Eddie questioned. “You don’t want to know” Daveed answered.

“Whatever, she’s not worth it. Don’t be shocked when she leaves you though. As soon as there’s someone new, she’ll leave you like she left me” Eddie said as he walked away.

As soon as he was far enough away, Daveed quickly turned and pulled me into his arms. I broke into tears, that had built up from staying strong in front of Eddie. “Shh it’s okay darling, he can’t hurt you now” he said calmly, as he rubbed my back.

“I was so scared he would hurt me or hurt you” I told him. “I’ll never let you get hurt, I promise” Daveed said, reassuringly. He held me there for a while, just holding me tight, rubbing my back, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear.

“Can we go home now darling?” He asked. “Yes please” I replied. He let go of me and held my hand and we began to walk home. “Thank you for being so protective” I told him. I was so grateful for him. “Of course, you know I would never let anything happen to you. You’re my priority, always” he said, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of my hand.

“You know all that stuff he said about me leaving you wasn’t true. I love you so much and I’ll never leave you” I confessed. I couldn’t stand the thought of him being worried about me leaving.

“I know, I love you too. I know you like the back of my hand. You don’t have to defend yourself to me, Y/N. I know you and I know you are so kind and caring and compassionate. You’d never do anything like that” Daveed said.

“I love you” I told him and without a second thought he said “I love you too”. That was when I knew we were soulmates, when neither of us had any question of our love for each other.

We went home and we cuddled in bed. And when I woke up with nightmares about Eddie, Daveed was right next to me helping me through it.

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