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astralaffairs · 7 months

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hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

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villxinmiixx · 10 months

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“Ten Rounds” part i.

Daveed Diggs x female! reader

♡ reader is a well known singer, rafael invited forced daveed to come with him to a concert of hers and he's enamored of reader.

♡ warnings; all characters are 21+. rpf ( real person fiction ). sexual tension?? idk

♡ wc; 1.7k

♡ notes; also i have a new writing format soo yeahhdeuf. the female named “imani” is intended to be black. feel free to change some things with your imagination. the song performed was sativa sung by jhené aiko ( you sang her parts ) and swae lee ( imani sang his parts ).

ㅤTODAY WAS THE DAY OF YOUR COLLABORATION PERFORMANCE with you and your friend, imani (ee-mah-knee) her stage name being destiny. she is a great singer, but not as well known as you. you figured you can help her popularity and make people realize she’s a great singer by collaborating with her. imani was ecstatic when you invited her to a collab. soon enough the song “sativa” you both made went viral, and today was the performance for that song ( and the other songs you and she made. )

ㅤ“girl you do not know how excited i am for this shit!” imani was excitedly jumping around, her teal-green outfit making some ruffling noises, as you put your manicured hand in front of your lips as you laughed at her enthusiasm. “oh right! i heard that THE gOD FUCKING DAMN rafael casal will be in the vip section” imani grabbed your shoulders and shook you “isn’t he that actor? from blindspotting?” you asked your friend. “yeah, bitch!” she waved her hands around in excitement. “ didn’t he have a friend acting with him in blindspotting?” “yeah, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daveed diggs!” imani snapped her fingers when she recalled his name.

ㅤ“YO, RAFA WHAT’S UP?” daveed greeted his best friend that just busted open his door as he was splayed out on his own couch glancing at rafael and went back to his phone. “YO I GOT US SOME VIP TICKETS TO [STAGE NAME]’(S) PERFORMANCE TONIGHT.” rafael shouted at the top of his lungs. “huh” daveed looked up from his phone as he raised an eyebrow. “you don’t have a say in it, diggs. we goin’.” rafael smirked while waving around the gold tickets “get’cho ass ready, man!” he laughed and threw himself on the couch next to daveed. “man when does it even start” daveed inquired looking at his phone’s clock which showed 5:28 pm “thirty minutes.” rafael responded “..and how far is this concert?” daveed slowly looked at his friend as he questioned once more, squinting his eyes. “twenty minutes.” his best friend smiled. “this motherfucker..” daveed got up from his spot and quickly went to his closet grabbing a few clothes before rushing to the bathroom.

ㅤ“so why’d you even get the tickets, man?” daveed asked, his hands on the steering wheel of the car. “dunno, heard [stage name] was cute so i wanted to check the real deal.” rafa huffed with laughter “you didn’t even search her up? the fuck, you didn’t even look who was on the website when you bought the tickets?” the dark skinned best friend deadpanned at the guy on the passenger seat. “hell nah! i wanted it to be a surprise and you better not look at the billboards!” daveed rolled his eyes before he chuckled. “alright fine. this better be good though, rafa.” “oh i know it’s good, at least that’s what i heard on tik tok.”

ㅤthe two arrived at the arena where the concert would be taking place, daveed parked the car, both men getting out of the vehicle and going to the VIP usher. where they got a stamp and went inside. they were escorted to their VIP seats. it was only a few minutes before the performance, a countdown on the large screen in front of everyone.

ㅤ“THERE’S SO MANY PEOPLE!” imani peeked out the curtain. “you’ll be the first one out there since the first verses are you, make sure to give it your all!” you smiled at imani, adjusting your costume. “yeah, i will! again, thank you so much for this opportunity, girl. i love you so much!” your friend hugged you tightly and you did as well. “girls, the show will start in one!” your manager called out. “just like we practiced, okay? i’m so proud of you!” imani nodded, before running to the elevating platform. the large screen counted down from five, the fans were screaming. “THREE! TWO! ONE!”

ㅤ“yeah, oh, oh, yeah” the both of you sang, not showing up on the stage yet. the platform where imani was standing, started to rise up onto the main. “why you make it so complicated? off the drink, we concentratin” your friend sang on the stage, her glittery green costume shimmering from the light focused on her.

ㅤ“IS THAT [STAGE NAME]?” daveed asked his friend next to him, rafael was about to shrug before a fan screamed “GO DESTINY!” “ah, it’s a collaboration performance.” daveed was getting into the beat, shifting around his seat and moving his body. it was really catchy, he had to admit. rafael followed suit. “is it hot in here or is it just me?” you came out from the red curtain in the middle of the stage, you sang in a rather sultry voice. people started screaming your stage name including imani’s.

ㅤdaveed’s eyes widened pleasently, his eyes focused on you. “i said , now go and take a shot on me.” oh hell yeah, he was definitely going to do that ( sooner or later but not today ). “but i lasted ten rounds like a fre~ak like a g” you and imani started dancing along with the backup dancers. the way your body moved so swiftly, and your flirty attitude on stage just captivated the curly haired man. as you and imani sang there was a moment you looked into the crowd and saw daveed, you winked at him before you resumed looking at the other fans.

ㅤ“holy shit, rafa did you see that?” “oh hell yeah, man. i saw that clearer than daylight!” rafa hyped his best friend up “we better go backstage later to meet her, dude!” “bruh, we can’t do that-” “trust me, she’ll be okay with it!” “alright fine.” daveed grinned as he shook his head gently.

ㅤTHE SONG ENDED AND THE CROWD WENT WILD, screaming ‘i love you’ and stuff similar to that. “i’d like to thank [stage name] for this, if it wasn’t for her i really would’ve never been up here!” imani wrapped an arm around your shoulders before hugging you completely. “she’s the best, really!” “destiny, you absolute sweetheart! i just wanted people to see how much of a great singer you are!” you smiled at her. the people aww’ed at your friendship ( some even saying “they look cute together” something like that )

ㅤ“we’ll be taking a twenty minute intermission! feel free to leave your seats, get some snacks and drinks or take a look around the merchandise. make sure to not push anyone when leaving, and please be careful with the food! you might spill it!” you said before waving and walking backstage with imani. ”holy fucking shit, girl! at first i was so nervous but excited and when i finally got on the stage, OOOOOH girl, my confidence went up!” you giggled along with imani as she explained her first time singing live on stage. the knocking on your door hushed both of you.

ㅤ “[name], imani, two people wanna see both of ‘ya and i’m sure you wanna see these guys.” you can practically see the smile on your manager’s face despite not seeing her yourself. you looked at imani silently asking her if she wants to. “i mean- why not y’know?” she grinned. you raised a brow as you smirked before nudging her with your elbow. “alright, i’ll escort them here.” you removed an uncomfortable piece of your costume while imani was moving around and humming your guys’ song. after a minute or two you heard your door being knocked on again.

ㅤ”the door’s unlocked.” you call out. the door was opened by your manager and two ( hot ) men stepped inside. you were applying lipgloss and glanced at the two before smacking your lips “ oh, it’s you two.” you smiled up at them as you closed the container. “daveed diggs and rafael casal, correct?” imani’s eyes shot up when she heard the two names being mentioned looking at the two men. she screamed “HOLY SHIT” before grabbing onto your arm “oh uhm! you can sit down on that couch over there!” and ran into a corner where they couldn’t see in their spot. your friend grabbed onto your shoulder blades and shook you. “what are they doing here?! let’s get their autographs! how old are they again? holy mother of- they’re so hot” imani was rambling.

ㅤyou giggled at her, telling her to calm down and breathe so she did. “seriously though, why are they here, girly?” “weren’t you the one that said you heard rafael casal will be coming?” “WELL I DIDN’T KNOW THEY’D ACTUALLY COME TO US PERSONALLY!” “let’s get to know them more, it wouldn’t hurt!” “alright, let’s go.” she grinned and you chuckled before the both of you leaving the corner to greet your two guests.

ㅤ”sorry for the wait, do you guys need anything? why’re you visiting us?” you questioned them, pouring water in two glasses and giving it to them. “ah, no nothing in particular. we just wanted to see the singers personally!” rafael exclaimed, nudging daveed’s upper arm. “uhhhh we wanted to ask if y’all wanna hang out after this or maybe sometime. both of ‘ya seem nice.” daveed said, smiling. “i’m down, how about you, destiny?” you asked your friend behind you that was reapplying some highlighter.

ㅤ“hell yeah, i’m down!” imani grinned at you, the two guys snickered from the couch. “uh yeah, girl, this ain’t gon’ work. it ain’t fair if ‘ya know our names but we don’t yours.” daveed smirked. “I'm not sure if i should be surprised or not that you guys don’t know. usually people would search it up themselves.” you said, placing a hand on your hip and smiled smugly. “i’m [name, last name]. she’s imani moore.” you pointed to your friend with your thumb.

ㅤ”heyyo!” she smiled and posed a peace sign. “now we all know each other!” you beamed, and clasped your hands together. you looked at your phone’s clock and realized you and imani had two minutes to get on stage for your next song. “we gotta get ready for the upcoming track. let’s get some drinks after, yeah?” you said putting your hands behind your lower back “hell yeah, girl! we’ll come back here after the show or the next intermission.” rafael smiled at you and stood up to leave along with daveed and left.

ㅤbefore daveed could fully leave the room he glanced at you and you winked at him. he smirked and left the area. ‘he’s cute’ you thought and looked at your friend who was smugly looking at you. “i saw that.” “how-” “there's a mirror next to the door y’know.” “please shut up.”

ㅤ©𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘅𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗶𝗶𝘅𝘅 - 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗡𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱, 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁; 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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elocinnicole · 1 year

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Pairing: Collin Hoskins x OFC Black!Reader (Shauna Lewis) Rating: 18+ M for language, implied smut, praise kink (very slight, if you blink you might miss it) Summary: Shauna is live streaming her makeup routine when Collin makes an appearance. Requested: No, just a quick Drabble. I missed my favorite Pairing especially since I’ve been looking at Season 2 of Blindspotting. Word Count: 688

“Hey everyone! Thank you so much for the love! Keep sending in what look y’all want to see next. This was requested by one of my followers, they want a soft glam date night look. Which is perfect because my man is taking me out tonight.” Shauna smiled

Shauna started doing live streams and tutorials during the Lockdown when she couldn’t do hair. She quickly gained a decent following from her clients and then when she did the don’t rush challenge by herself she went viral. Her video gained almost a million views and was shared all over social media. Now that the pandemic is over, she still posts videos but now they’re of her doing her clients' hair or makeup. Occasionally she’ll live stream either herself or she has a client in her chair. For the most part, when she’s live streaming she’s by herself showing a makeup look, hairstyle, and most recently an outfit.

“So I’m gonna do my makeup, my hair is already done, I installed this wig yesterday and I will be posting that video on my YouTube—will I ever stream on YouTube? Probably not, I like using TikTok to stream. Who does your lashes? Me, girl! If you in Oakland come get lased by ya girl Shauna. Alright, let’s get started on these brows. Remember your eyebrows are cousins, not twins.”

Collin walked into your shared apartment after having dropped Zan off with Ashley and Sean. He has been planning this date night for months but either he had to work late, Shauna has a client, or nobody could watch Zan. Not that Collin and Shauna didn’t mind going out with Zan but sometimes they wanted to spend time together as a couple. He saw the bedroom door open which usually meant Shauna was recording content to post later on. Collin typically didn’t bother you when you were recording mainly when you were streaming, but if you were just recording a routine, Collin would at least say hi, knowing that you could edit it out.

“Alright, so here is the final look, like I said you don’t have to wear this exact outfit but this is the perfect date night look. I got this dress from Cider, the shoes, purse, and jewelry from Amazon. Don’t break ya wallet ladies, it’s not that serious. Oh, hey babe!” Shauna smiled seeing Collin standing in the doorway.

“Hey, baby.” Collin entered the room and kissed you gently, being sure not to mess up your makeup.

“How was your day?”

“Good, I’m gonna hop in the shower real quick, get changed, and we can head out. You gonna be done by then?”

“Yeah, I’m almost done. I’m not gonna post until tomorrow.” Shauna blushed at the way Collin was looking at her. Well, he didn’t have to do much to make her blush in the first place.

“I love your make up Shauna, it looks really good. I know you put a lot of time and effort into it.” Shauna smiled bashfully at the praise

“Thank you, Collin.” Then Shauna saw a familiar glint in his eyes. Before she could stop him, Collin wrapped his hand around Shauna’s neck causing her to crane her head up at him.

“I can’t wait to mess it up later,” He said huskily Shauna went wide-eyed

“Collin! I’m recording,”

“You can edit it out,” He replied grabbing Shauna by her waist and pulling her closer

“It’s live!” She stressed

“Huh?”

“I’m live right now!” Not believing her, Collin got closer, and sure enough almost 2,000 people saw and heard the whole exchange. Many people in the comments were sending laugh emojis or commenting on how cute the two of them are.

“Oh shit,” He mumbled Shauna started to playfully nudge Collin out of the bedroom. “What up y’all.”

“You about to get me shadowbanned! Go get ready.” Shauna closed the bedroom door and went back to her stream

“Alright, everyone, here’s the look I’ll post pictures on my Instagram. As you’ve seen and heard, I got some things to do. See y’all later! Bye!” sshhauna.lewis has ended the Live Stream

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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Story List

Deck the Hallways

Teacher!Bucky x Teacher!Reader (Anon ask)

It’s Christmas time at Shield HS. Can you and Bucky keep your secret under wraps?

Santa, Daddy Chris Evans x Reader (Anon ask)

Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s helper for the night.

Christmastime to Me Duke! Henry Cavill x Reader (req x @ysmmsy)

Henry is your best friend’s baby daddy. And a Duke!

Try a Little Tenderness Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader (req x @clawnotes)

Steve can’t buy you with gifts. He needs to try a little tenderness.

Can You Stand the Rain Winston Duke x Reader (Anon Ask)

Winston wants a do over of that infamous IG post.

What’s This? Henry Cavill x Reader x Sebastian Stan (req x @adoreyouusugar)

Halloween or Christmas? Why not both? 😉

I Still Have You Chris Evans x Reader

(How I Met Your Father AU) req x @maroonsunrise83

It’s a very pregnant Christmas for the Evanses.

All I Want Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

(req x @clawnotes) Pt. 2

Steve has left you alone for a week with no explanation. Will you let him back into your life?

My Favorite Things Ari Levinson x Plus Size!Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Ari is your best friend in town. Could he be a little more?

Mistletoe by @elocinnicole

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Daveed offers his girlfriend some relief as she prepares for finals.

If The Fates Allow Andy Barber (Drew) x Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Andy did you dirty and you are done. Can he convince you to give him your heart again?

All These Things And More Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Anon Ask ♏️

Ransom is a dad now, but you’re neglecting Daddy.

Fin

I’ve made the executive decision to be done with Christmas. Yay!

There will be time for Jake and for Chris, and probably for next Christmas. I want to THANK YOU for this gift of your response to this challenge.

I’ve pushed myself and grown so much, written 11 new fics, and have been in awe at the response. You’ve given me a new kink that I’m obsessed with, 👀 and I’ve earned new friends.

I’m going to chill for a bit, and revisit those WIPs that need attention. Requests are closed for a while, at least until Valentines Day 🥰

Thank you, thank you, thank you! And Love you all!

❤️💚❤️

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fdrsamericanflagduckfloaty · 11 months

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Drop the Miku Binder TJ rant bestie

okay so like

i was just thinking about it, and, like, i think it's fucking nuts but also really weird how the hamilton fandom (which i'm in but i swear i'm not an uwu lams turtles shipper please) somehow took this CRUSTY, TERF-BANGED, UGLY, OLD, REDHEADED, RAPIST ASS MOTHERFUCKER,

and turned his ugly ass into this.

like damn what the hell- what- how???? okay like yeah, they're using daveed diggs as a base for this bullshit, which, okay, fine, but YOU DID NOT NEED TO ADD THE INFO. The idea itself is funny but also a bit weird, however im 99% sure Diggs himself wore that shirt. However, all of the extra info??? come on. Where'd the fandom get this istg y'all-

Also, also, they did something similar by making John Laurens (gay blonde dumbass) into an UWU turtles boy. ....why. Bi trash coffee gremlin tumblr over-worked sleep-deprived alexander hamilton. like yeah relatable but. why. small bean big sweater uwu innocent boy blushy short james madison. ...why. bro was stubborn and would pick a fight and was the 'fuck you' type of shy.

I just find it wild the fandom made this and it is the entirety of the fandom into one. There's the good sides, there's the bad, and there's this. Which encompasses the ENTIRE. FUCKING. FANDOM.

The fandom has its headcanons, it has its perks, but then you reach the side where everyone is just a wild fucking original character. They don't model the historical figures anymore- they're just OCs with the name 'Philip Hamilton' or 'John Laurens' or god forbid our third U.S president 'Thomas Jefferson' slapped onto it.

I'm also so confused as to how this is what the fandom is known for. We have some good fics, we have hella good art, we have a M U S I C A L , and then the first thought people have of the Ham fandom is Miku Binder Third President Founding Fucker Slaveowner Thomas Jefferson.

I also find it kind of offensive (almost put insluting oh my ufckjg-) that they made a founder become this but like he'd probably be really pissed so please keep fucking up his memory lmao he deserves it

But like... also why. What made them think of this.

Like yeah I write 20k word TR smut but you don't see me drawing it.

You don't see me making him an UWU e-boy.

...Eh I probably would for shits and giggles tbh

But like this is founding father Thomas Jefferson. Third Pres. Second VP. First Sec. of State. And he is a furry, ex-cocaine addict. Also btw do they mean John Laurens or John Adams as the former drug dealer part because neither are better but it'd really help

Also bro literally raped his 14 year old slave and had like 6 kids with her. He had her room DIRECTLY NEXT TO HIS. He RAPED HIS DEAD WIFE'S HALF-SISTER. AND HE'S A SAD UWU MAN WHO DID NOTHING WRONG?

Let's not forget this same person made a post saying Lizzie (the Queen) would be reincarnated as a horse when she died. I'm serious. Deadass.

However, it's also funny as fuck because this entire thing is a tarnish to Jefferson and I fucking HATE that bastard so like good job lol

At the same time though it's still super weird??? But insane??? Because how did this become one of the Tumblr exclusives??? like it's Tumblr history at this point. Twitter history. You cannot express any like for the Hamilton musical before you get the 'have you seen miku binder thomas jefferson' and it's like 'well shit'.

But also remember: THIS IS NOT AN OC TO FUCK AROUND WITH. Hamilton the Musical specifically gave you and presented you the founder. Thomas Jefferson. Played by Daveed Diggs. Just because it is played by a POC, but also modernized, and vastly different from the actual founder and President, does not mean that at its core it is NOT STILL THE SAME PERSON.

If you name it Thomas Jefferson, if you use the presentation of him given by Daveed Diggs, you are still using that white fucking slave-owning racist motherfucker, and that's the point of it all.

I find it stupid but funny but also insane, and I wouldn't care, unless I KNEW IT WAS SERIOUS. The artist made it seriously. They made John Laurens. They made Philip Hamilton. They did this seriously.

but like also look at this lmao

This meme of Thomas Jefferson in a Hatsune Miku binder really got trending on Twitter at one point

It's an infamous, hellish, classic meme of both Tumblr and the Hamilton fandom, and it deserves what attention it's got, but Jesus please never unironically make shit like this again, Hamilfans, we're stained by this we don't need another😭🔫

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i have more

So like, I just remembered: it kinda romanticizes these guys??? The musical??? so like don't get me wrong i love the music but... it puts them into this light. This pink light. It paints Hamilton as an abolitionist who was outspoken about it. When, in reality, dude traded and sold slaves for his in-laws + wasn't all that outspoken about it + was against immigrants or migrants, WHEN DUDE WAS FROM THE ISLANDS. HE HAD SCOTTISH BLOOD. AND HE'S AGAINST IT? Hypocrisy at its finest.

Washington also owned slaves and ran his own plantation too, so he's not off the hook. Madison, the 'uwu small bean' of the fandom, also owned slaves and ran a plantation. So the main people of this entire fiasco are slave-owners. Perfect. But also I've heard Ron Chernow's book on Hamilton, the entire start of the musical, is a bit biased to Ham himself, so...

You could be saying 'but FDRsduckfloaty, Sally is mentioned!' yes. But however, not enough. Not more. It's not even implied more than potentially ONCE what he did, and I'm not sure it ever was! Cabinet battle 3 states it flat-out but it was cut. For your info, Ben Franklin and John Adams are the only two you can really like in the slavery aspect. Ben bought them but let them go for their freedom, and John detested slavery and was against it. Never owned one.

Jefferson did add a slavery clause to the declaration but it was discarded, and he didn't fight half as much as he could have. Maybe he did and since it was the 1700s he didn't have a lot of support, but surely he could've done something like, I don't know, call it out after his terms? Once you're done gaining your second term and out of office, they can't do shit to it or your presidency, since it's over.

So the musical itself has its own problem and the fandom is even worse. It blatantly disregards that a LOT. A hella lot of the amrev fandom + a small part of the ham fandom has called TJeffs out for it but I mean can we please not make shit like Miku Binder Jefferson and act like he wasn't an actual child rapist???

This video does pretty well at it. I will admit the tagline 'America then, told by America now' almost sends shivers down my spine for what it really means. But then again I find men not knowing they'd make it down into the history books for starting the world's global power and the world's economic powerhouse pretty interesting. Doing something big and knowing it's historical, but not that it's going to form a very, VERY large country, where you'll be honored down the road and called a Founding Father of an entire nation? Signing papers and not knowing they're the founding stones of a country and still looked up to today? Intriguing.

But like still fuck Thomas Jefferson lmao

youtube

there's a lot more videos on it that dig deep, but the point is, that Hamilton is a good musical with good songs but it's also very... complex, and a bit problematic, Thomas Jefferson is a little bitch, and you should stan 1776 before you ever stan Hamilton. 1776 does not do this. It is much more realistic. 1776 has Benjamin Franklin and that's an immediate win. Be more like a 1776, be less like a Hamilton.

#miku binder thomas jefferson #thomas jefferson #this is the rant that woulda stayed in drafts #rant post #hamilton fandom #not just hamilton no no the fandom itself

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aanoia · 1 year

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All I Need is You

Daveed Diggs x reader

Summary; after a suicide attempt you're empty yet Daveed never left your side. What happens when you drag him down with you?

Warnings; suicide, self harm, bandages, sadness ig

Words; idk but it's short

Also wrote this a while ago but I kinda like it.

Requests are welcome and encouraged!

If you're struggling with self harm or suicidal thoughts please reach out! You have people in your life that care enough to stay with you the way Daveed does in this fic, you just need to give them a chance.

I'd also like to note that the way this fic plays out is not how it aways goes. Please do not just not reach out abt your mental health due to a fear of dragging people down with you.

“Hey, baby, how are you feeling?” Daveed quietly asked, sitting down on the bed and gently rubbing my arm.

I laid motionless, my mind blank.

“I’m not,” I responded. My voice was hoarse. How long has it been since I’ve said more than three words at once?

Daveed sighed and carefully helped me sit up. I rested against the headboard as he slowly unwrapped the bandages around my wrists. It was quiet as he cleaned the wounds, the only sound was our breathing. Oh how I wish I wasn’t breathing right now. He wrapped clean bandages around the cuts.

He sat, rubbing his thumb across the bandages.

“I love you so much,” He whispered and looked into my eyes. “We’ll get through this. You’ll get through this. I know you will, you’re so strong, my love,”

“Daveed,” I whispered, a happy glint filled his eyes, optimism flooded his bones.

“Yeah?” He whispered back.

“I don’t want to get through this,” I told him and laid back down, turning away from him.

He paused before getting up and leaving the room. I heard him. His sobbing. He’s breaking. Honestly, I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

The cycle repeated daily. He’d feed me, bathe me, change my bandages, then go have a breakdown outside our room when he didn’t see any improvement. Every day I’d hear him cry. Deep down my heart ached in him. He was the love of my life, of course it hurt to hear him cry. But my heart doesn’t control my body. My brain does. And my brain is dead. It doesn’t care. It doesn’t want to live. Even if it means making Daveed happy. Ain’t that selfish?

Today must’ve been particularly hard for Daveed. I could see it in his eyes when he came to give me food. He was tired. Exhausted. And when he left to cry nothing came. Until it did.

Loud crashes broke the silence. Grunts, and yells of utter pain and despair could be heard. His sobs echoed through the house louder than ever. Self-deprecating words cut through the silence. Something snapped in me.

I was letting myself die, and dragging Daveed down with me. I was not only killing myself, but killing the love of my life as well. What am I doing? Am I really so selfish that I’d ruin someone else’s life so I can be okay? No. The answer is no.

I pushed my aching bones and tired muscles. Slowly I lifted myself out of bed. A dizzy spell fell over me and I grabbed onto the wall for support. Carefully I made my way to the door and opened it. Pain coursed through my veins as I followed the sobs, but I ignored it. No more.

Daveed has helped me in ways I can’t even imagine. He’s putting his own mental health on the line for me. Me. Anyone else would’ve left me after a week of nothing but laying in bed. But he didn’t. He stuck around. And now I’ll stick around for him as well.

I entered the living room to find a hunched over Daveed. I only now noticed how his hair was a mess, he hasn’t been taking care of it. His clothes were wrinkled and in a disarray. I quietly walked over to him and knelt down behind him. His body shook as I wrapped my bulky, bandaged arms around him.

We stayed there for hours, gently rocking back and forth. We had each other. That’s all we needed.

#daveed diggs x reader #thomas jefferson x reader #thomas jeffershit #thomas jefferson #daveed diggs #hamilton #aanoia #romance

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shatnerihardlyknowher · 2 months

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You can't embarrass me. I used to write Daveed Diggs x Kyle Broflovski fics.

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theolddivorcedzukka · 2 years

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when I was younger, about 12. I wrote a fanfic about Thomas Jefferson from Hamilton dot com x Y/N Hamilton. the basic plot was that you (Y/N Hamilton) were Alexander Hamiltons sister and lived with him as you were not yet married off. one day you wandered off to a park and bumped into a man who was charming and looked like Daveed Diggs and he gave you his address but never told you his name.

anyway you exchange letters for a while and eventually your brother finds one of his new letters asking to meet in the park where you originally bumped into each other and is scandalised by this after he recognises the hand writing so you both fight. as you run away from him, you run into your love interest Daveed Diggs lookalike and he tells you he's Thomas Jefferson and you two argue again because how dare he hide his identity from you while you poured your heart to him over letter. AND YOU run again.

I got bored of writing the fic at this point and already got a wattpad girlfriend because of the fanfic so.. Y/N Hamilton gets hit by a carriage and loses all of her memory and everyone who loves her leaves her eventually and yeah that's how the fic ended... I don't know why I'm telling you this.

I remembered all of this because my friend was embarrassed about going on a plane (because he's WEIRD) so I told them about the time I wrote Minecraft smut on a plane on a tablet while the person next to me clearly read what I was writing.

anyways um. no anon coz I'm not a coward

all of these words are in the bible

#HELP DJWOWJDIDJD #THE MINECRAFT SMUT….I CANNOT BELIEVE…..#but i did love the ending. you’re like modern shakespeare of our time #asks #queeranarchistwifelover

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deja-you · 4 years

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angel wings + wedding rings

part one | fools rush in where angels fear to tread

m. de lafayette x reader

summary: you’ve made plenty of bad decisions in your lifetime, and now you can add marrying your best friend to that list.

word count: 2k

masterlist | trailer | next

“Marriage is a mistake.”

You snorted and tugged your best friend into a booth in the hole-in-the-wall restaurant you had found. “Is that right?”

“Yes.”

You slid a menu over to Lafayette, but his gaze was locked on the chapel across the street that lit up with glowing neon pink signs. “Married couples either get divorced or stay together and be miserable.”

“That’s a pretty negative way to look at marriage,” you said absently, looking over the laminated menu to find the most greasy thing to order. You squinted at the menu trying to make out the words, which was a struggle in your drunken state.

You sighed and gave up on the menu altogether. “Who’s idea was it to have Alex’s birthday party in Las Vegas?”

Lafayette managed a shrug, he was in no better mental state than you were. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. When you’re rich, you can afford to fly your friends out to Las Vegas for a weekend.”

“Of course, how could I forget about that,” you scoffed, pushing yourself back in your seat and trying to focus on the clock behind Lafayette’s head. You weren’t certain, but you believed the hands said it was sometime past midnight. Thank God for 24/7 diners.

“Beats me,” Lafayette glanced down at his own menu, “I try to flaunt my wealth everywhere I go.”

You opened your mouth to deliver some kind of biting remark, but held your tongue when the waitress came by to take your orders. Lafayette ordered a cherry soda and an order of fries. You asked for the same.

“So what was it you were saying about marriage?” You yawned while the waitress collected your menus.

“That people shouldn’t get married.”

You laughed. “Ah, right. Tell me more.”

“Marriage is an institution pushed on people by society, but I don’t think married people are any happier than single people,” Lafayette said, rolling up his sleeves.

“Didn’t realize you were so anti-marriage,” you mumbled.

He paused for a moment to think, then continued, “I’m not completely anti-marriage. I think marriage could be beneficial between friends, but romantic feelings are fleeting.”

“Marriage between friends?” You asked.

Lafayette nodded.

“What, are you saying we would be a good married couple?” You smiled a little when you saw his lips part softly and his eyes widen.

“W-what?”

“We’re friends,” you shrugged. “With no romantic feelings whatsoever. By your definition, we could get married.”

“No romantic feelings?” He asked. If you took the time to look at him, really look at him, you would have seen his face fall ever so slightly.

You shook your head. “None.”

Lafayette lightly bit the inside of his cheek as he considered you. You looked like a mess under the fluorescent lights. Dark bags were forming under your eyes, and one of the straps of your dress had slipped off your shoulder. The corners of your mouth curved upwards in a questioning smile.

“We should get married,” Lafayette said.

It was your turn to raise an eyebrow at him. You thought for a second that he was joking, but his face showed no sign that he wasn’t being serious. Your heart began beating a little faster in your chest, and you looked from Lafayette to the chapel that flashed different colors and advertised impromptu wedding ceremonies across the street.

You woke up with the worst headache.

You silently cursed the beams of light that streamed in through the window, but even those thoughts made the pulsing in the back of your head stronger. So you didn’t think, and that seemed to help. Instead you felt.

You felt the cool sheets of your hotel bed on your legs. The soft pillow that was being crushed between your head and your arms. Every inhale and every exhale of your breath. The heavy arm that was draped around your waist. The cold air from the air con—wait. Who’s arm was draped around your waist?

Slowly, and with your heart racing, you opened one eye and then the other. Seeing the face of your best friend passed out on the pillow beside yours, you screamed and scrambled out of bed.

“Prends l’argent!” Lafayette shrieked as he jolted awake. “Ne me fais pas mal!”

When he saw you staring at him with wide eyes, he relaxed and leaned back against the pillows. “Mon dieu, you scared me. I thought something terrible had happened.”

You stared at him, mouth slightly parted. “I think something terrible did happen.”

Lafayette raised an eyebrow in confusion, and you nodded to him in your bed. His eyes widened in realization and a cheeky smile spread across his face. “Would you really qualify an evening with me as something terrible?”

“Lafayette, this is serious!” You hissed.

“Relax,” he chuckled, shaking his head at your state of distress. “We didn’t have sex, mon ange.”

“How do you know that?”

“Well, for one thing,” Lafayette nodded to where you had leaped out of bed, “you wouldn’t be able to stand right now if you had slept with me.”

Your jaw fell open and your cheeks burned. “Lafayette.”

“What? It’s true. If you don’t believe me, we could always–”

“I’m being serious!” You cut him off.

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “I’m still wearing my jeans. There are no hickies on your neck. This hotel room is cleaner than I would’ve left it. We didn’t have sex.”

Finally believing him, you sighed in relief, raising your hand to wipe the sweat off your brow. “Oh good. I was really afraid we had done something stupid.”

That’s when Lafayette saw it. His soul nearly left his body and his breathing stopped. His mouth hung open for a second before he found his words.

“You’ve always worn that ring, right, mon ange?” He laughed nervously.

“What ri–”

It felt like it was the end of the world. Staring at your hand, you began to see the end credits begin to roll. Your name in white black letters up on the black screen. Clair de Lune was playing melodiously as the list of producers and editors were being listed off.

You wanted to scream. You thought you had screamed, but your mouth was hanging open and no noise seemed to be able to escape. There, on your ring finger, was a plain silver band. A band that had most definitely not been there last night. You stared at the ring like it had somehow physically harmed you.

“Pardon my French, but what the fuck is this?” You held up your hand for Lafayette to see it more clearly.

“That is not French,” Lafayette grumbled. “You know that is not French.”

“Lafayette, I swear...” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Explain this!”

He glanced at his own left hand, his eyes widening slightly. Lafayette raised his hand slowly to show you a nearly identical wedding ring on his hand.

“No, no, no.” You murmured. “This cannot be happening. Please tell me I’m dreaming.”

“Do you often dream about marrying me?”

“If I hear one more flirty remark out of you, I will skin you alive,” you threatened. “This is serious! We can’t be married.”

“It looks like we are.”

“What kind of establishment lets people so clearly drunk as us get married?” You questioned, staring at the ring on your hand like it might go away if you stared hard enough.

“The kind of establishment that is run by a Korean Elvis impersonator who keeps the place running at all hours of the night,” he said with a shrug, and you couldn’t believe how relaxed he was about the whole situation.

“You remember last night?”

“I vaguely recall Elvis singing ‘I Can’t Help Falling in Love’ while you stumbled down the aisle,” Lafayette muttered.

You groaned. “Are you telling me I let an Elvis impersonator officiate my wedding?”

Lafayette chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m telling you you got to have Elvis officiate your wedding. It’s a privilege. If I remember correctly, I paid for the premium wedding package.”

“The premium wedding package?” You asked.

“Yeah, wanted you to have the wedding of your dreams. Think it included a bouquet and a garter as well,” he smirked at the thought, and you tossed a pillow in his direction.

“I’d hardly call getting married in a Las Vegas chapel the ‘wedding of my dreams’!” You hissed.

Lafayette placed a hand over his heart. “Are you telling me our wedding wasn’t everything you hoped it would be?”

“Stop messing around, this is serious! I can’t be married.” You stared at the plain band around your finger, hoping it would disappear. It didn’t. You looked up at Lafayette with wide eyes. “We can’t be married.”

“We can get it annulled, it will be like it never happened,” Lafayette suggested.

You began to calm down and nodded slowly. “Yeah, an annulment. That could work.”

On the bedside table, Lafayette’s phone buzzed and he leaned over to pick up it up. You watched as he read through his texts, a frown steadily growing on his face.

“What is it?” You asked.

He was quiet for a moment as he finished reading through the texts. When he was done, he ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration.

“It’s my manager. She’s going to absolutely kill me when she—wait,” he stopped mid-sentence and his eyes travelled to you with a look that immediately meant trouble. “Unless... Mon ange, you are going to think I’m absolutely insane—”

“I already do.”

“—but I’m wondering if you would be willing to do me a favor,” he finished.

You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest. “What do you want, Lafayette?”

“So you know how I have a reputation for being an irresponsible playboy?” He asked.

“Oh, yes. That I’m aware of.”

“Well it used to be cute, but apparently getting wasted all the time and recklessly spending money isn’t good publicity anymore.”

You scoffed, “I could’ve told you that.”

He rolled his eyes at your snarky comment. “Anyway, my manager’s been getting on my case to settle down. Thinks it would be better for my image. And having a drunk Vegas wedding doesn’t exactly look good.”

“Where do I come into this?” You asked, a sinking feeling beginning to grow in your gut.

“I know this is a lot to ask, but staying married to you would be great for my career,” he finally said.

You took a deep breath in an attempt not to flip out. “You want me to stay married to you? You’re right, I do think you’re insane.”

“Mon ange, please hear me out. We would just have to keep up the appearance for a respectable amount of time, then we could get a divorce. People get divorces all the time,” he said.

“Oh, well you’ve really sold me on it now,” you said sarcastically. “How much time is ‘a respectable amount of time’?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. Two, three years?”

“Insane. You’re absolutely insane. Off your rocker, lost your marb--”

“You would get half my assets in the divorce!” He tried. “Do you know how much money I make?”

“I don’t want your money,” you rolled your eyes. “I do fine for myself.”

In a last attempt, Lafayette got off the bed and made his way over to you, taking your hands in his. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles and looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Mon ange, we’ll do whatever you want. If you want to get an annulment right now, that’s what we’ll do. I’m just asking you to give this a shot,” Lafayette said.

Maybe there was still alcohol in your system from the night before. Maybe it was the thought of the alimony you would receive in the divorce. Maybe it was the way his eyes stared into your’s and made you feel like there was a colony of butterflies living in your stomach.

Whatever it was, it caused you to lightly bite your bottom lip and shake your head in disbelief that you were even considering the idea. It was crazy, wasn’t it? You were crazy.

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

He smiled. “For the rest of your life.”

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astralaffairs · 8 months

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Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

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may-you-always-be-satisfied · 4 years

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Microdosin

A/N: just a little blurb bc this song as been stuck in my head for literal days. It’s the first one I could actually rap along to, also! I hope y’all like it!

Warnings: i guess technically an alcohol mention, but that’s it! all fluff

WC: 744

You had woken up to sunshine on your skin and an empty bed.

Usually, the empty bed would bother you. Your mind would wonder where Daveed had gone. Was he still in the house? How long had he been up? How little did he sleep?

But today, you knew he had gotten at least a little sleep last night. He'd consented to you dosing him with melatonin and bribing him with a massage to get into bed before 2 am.

You also knew where he was, or at least where he went first. He'd left a note on his pillow. One of the hot pink ones you'd bought him after his stint as Thomas Jefferson in that bright magenta coat. It read:

Rafa called me for a meeting at the cafe. I'll bring you back your favorite. - D

At least he was gonna bribe you with food and coffee for not waking you up before he left.

His meetings with Rafael usually lasted the entire morning. Occasionally, the entire day, with them ending up at someone's house for dinner.

You shot him a quick text to let him know you got the note, and that you were expecting hot coffee before sundown. Then you got on with your day.

After a quick shower and a fresh change of clothes, aka a clean sleeping shirt and shorts, you realized without Daveed home you could actually listen to his music. Apart from him, but not without his voice.

You put on Seven Nights In Chicago, his and Rafael's latest album. It was short and the beats were almost hypnotic. You'd loved being a part of it, and a small enough part that you could listen to it without being self-conscious of your own voice.

By noon, you'd grown bold enough to play the album over your phone's speaker. You were rapping along when the door opened downstairs, but you were so caught up that you missed the sound it made. And the sound of keys being tossed on the couch. And of someone coming up stairs.

"I'm on my sixth round of this fifth, not even tipsy! DIGGS!" You had started rapping along with Rafael. Something about Microdosin had just caught you and it had become your favorite song on the album, at least for today.

Daveed stayed at the door to your office, watching you. You were dancing in your chair, following the beat of the song. He wasn't shocked you were listening to his stuff when he left the house. It was really the only time you could. He hated hearing his own voice in play backs.

But watching you? He could let it slide this once and would gladly deal with listening to the two of your voices together. It actually brought a smile to his face to watch you dance around to it. Still focused on whatever you were doing, but enjoying the beat.

As he watched, you had to stand to get something and your dancing just got more involved as you stretched to grab whatever you needed off your bookshelf.

After a few seconds more of watching, and his eyebrows shooting up at one particular line you didn't even stutter over, he bit his bottom lip and decided to make his move.

Microdosin', three-wheel motion

Feel that Oakland, I ain't been home

In a minute, mayn, I miss that ocean

Your breath caught in your throat on the word "feel" as two large hands grab your hips and a warm body pressed up against yours.

Daveed was copying your movements, joining you while trying not to break your rhythm.

"Daveed!" Your hips only made it through two more swings before you managed to silence your phone.

You turned around to be greeted with the sight of your darling boyfriend continuing to dance and trying not to smile. He eventually lost the battle against his smile and started laughing.

You crossed your arms and pouted at him.

"Aw. C'mon that was cute, babe." He danced back towards you, mimicking what he'd seen before you knew he was there.

"You're right, I am pretty cute." You came out of your fake pout and gave him a kiss. "How was the meeting?"

"You know how those go. We spend about 30 minutes working for every hour we goof off." He had finally stopped dancing and was just holding you.

"Business as usual, then." You leaned up for one more kiss. "Where's my coffee?"

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elocinnicole · 2 years

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Hi! I just love your work can you please write an Ashley and Miles fic? I love their dynamic as a couple and can't wait to see Season 2.

Red Cup Girl

Pairing: Miles x Ashley

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI for strong language, sexual language, underage drinking, and slight gun violence.

Summary: Ashley sneaks out with Janelle to go to a senior party. Note: So, I really don’t know the ages of these characters seeing that Ashley and Janelle are besties they met in 6th grade, Collin is older than Janelle, and according to the movie, Collin and Miles are the same age. It’s 2018 in the show but they’re in their 30s In conclusion, maybe they are at least a year apart, well in my universe they are. Word Count: 2.7K

“Smash! Come on, let’s go!” Janelle whispered loudly

“Shut the fuck up Nelle, I’m coming.” Ashley retorted, she let out a deep breath before taking the small but large leap out of the dining room window. Ashley jogged over to her best friend trying to catch her breath.

“Girl, you not gonna close the window? What about your Dad?”

"Bitch, he’s passed out on the couch.”

“Then why the fuck you jump out the window?”

“Because…shit I don’t fucking know, come on let’s go.” Ashley grabbed Janelle’s arm and they ran down the street giggling along the way.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” Janelle said excitedly they could hear the bass from the speakers down the street from where the party was being held. It was the first day of summer break and the first party of the summer.

“Nelle, chill, we’re sophomores now, we gotta act the part.” Ashley reminded the two best friends approached the house. When they approached the front door, they were stopped by one of the guys they went to school with.

“Gotta take an entry shot,” He mumbled

“Shot of what?” Ashley questioned, which prompted an elbow nudge from Janelle

“What you got?”

“Ever clear,” He said handing the two shot glasses to Ashley and Janelle.

They inwardly gagged at the stench emitting from the shot glass, “No shot, you can’t get in.” They looked at each other and quickly drank the shot. Janelle shook her head while Ashley was barely keeping it together. “Can we get another one?” Ashley looked at her friend like she had two heads growing out of her neck

“Bitch, unh uh.” Ashley walked into the house with Janelle following

“Come on, it wasn’t that bad, what did you just say, ‘We’re sophomores now.” Janelle teased “Yeah, but that shit was fucking death, I need something to chase this down.”

“Can you get me something too?” Ashley nodded, she walked into the kitchen and grabbed a red cup form the table, but a few cups were stuck together. She was about to separate them when two guys came up to her and grabbed a couple of cups from the stack and filled their drink.

“Thanks,” they said absent mindedly,

“No, I wasn’t-I was just—” Ashley sighed she got some more cups when the same thing happened, before she knew it she was handing out red solo cups to everyone that came to the punch bowl.

“Smash! Girl, what the hell you doing?”

“I don’t know I was trying to get some punch and niggas just started grabbing them and now I can’t stop, look!” Just then a girl grabbed a cup from Ashley’s hand and filled it before dancing away.

“See!” Ashley exclaimed

“Yeah, they was talking about a Red Cup bitch, passing out cups and shit.”

“They gave me a name?”

“Look, all you have to do is, grab a cup for you and for me. We gonna put this stack down. Alright, now let’s go dance.” They made their way through the crowds of people. Started dancing on the makeshift dance floor in the living room of the home.

“Oh shit, Nelle is that your brother?”

“What the fuck, I thought he was hanging with Val.”

“Who?”

“His bougie ass girlfriend,” Ashley nodded her head slowly

“Janelle, what the fuck you doing here?”

“What you mean what I’m doing here, the fuck you doing here?”

“I asked you first,”

“I--”

“Man, I was tryna to get a drink, but Red Cup girl wasn’t there,” Ashley looked at Janelle worriedly

“Listen, no one knows it was you.” She whispered

“Hey, what up Nelle?”

“What’s good Miles,” Janelle said, Miles’ eyes landed on Ashley, and he smirked at her, making her blush furiously

“What’s up, Ashley Rose.”

“Hey Miles,” She greeted shyly. Ever since they were kids Ashley has had a huge crush on Miles, she remembers the first time she laid her eyes on him. It was Janelle’s 12th birthday and Ashley was spending the night at her house. Ashley was getting some water in the middle of the night when she bumped into Miles who was walking back to Collin’s room.

“Oh, my bad,” Miles said

“No, I’m sorry I wasn’t looking,” Ashley mumbled

“You’re Ashley, right? Janelle’s friend.”

“Uh, yeah.”

“I’m—”

“I know who you are,” Ashley blurted out, oh shit, she wasn’t supposed to say that out loud. Now, he’s laughing at her, great now he thinks she’s some kind of stalker

“I mean, what I meant was I’ve seen you and Collin around and I’m not like on some creep squad—”

“Chill, chill, chill, I know what you meant, I’ve seen you around too,” He said smoothly, making Ashley’s cheeks turn red,

“I’ll just…I’ll see you later,” Ashley said quietly as she walked to the kitchen, she turned back to see if Miles was still standing there and he was looking right at her, she blushed furiously and rushed into the kitchen. Miles chuckled and continued walking to Collin’s room to finish whatever video game he was playing only to run into Collin who was standing at the door and saw the entire thing. Miles rolled his eyes at the knowing look Collin gave him

“Come on bruh,” Miles pleaded

“I didn’t say anything, don’t worry I won’t tell anyone about your crush,” Collin teased, Miles playfully shoved Collin who laughed in response

“Miles and Ashley sittin in a tree,”

“Shut the fuck up bruh!”

The rest of the night, Miles and Ashley kept locking eyes from across the room. No matter where she went, Miles wasn’t far from her. Ashley liked him…a lot, she wasn’t sure if he liked her back. She knew about his reputation, he probably doesn’t even see her like that. Ashley was talking to Janelle and another girl from school, Rachel. Ashley laughed at something Janelle said, she looked up and saw Miles intently staring at her, the gesture made her blush and look away, maybe she was overthinking it. There’s no way he was looking at her, when she looked back up he was still looking at her this time with a small smirk on his face. Janelle and Rachel noticed the exchange and started to squeal excitedly.

“Come on, guys it’s not that serious. He’s not even looking at me.” Ashley said, trying to convince herself

“Bitch, he’s been staring you down since he saw you.”

“Shit, if you don’t want him, fuck I’ll take him. Kierra was with him last year and she told me that the sex—” Rachel stopped herself when she saw Ashley staring daggers at her, “Damn, Ash I was just kidding,”

“You know Miles her boo and the bitch Kierra probably lying. I live next door I ain’t never seen that girl over there.”

“He would come to her house, you know her Mama work the night shift at the hospital.” Ashley started clenching her fists, wait a minute, why was she getting mad, Miles didn’t even know she existed, well at least not like that.

“Okay but it’s not just Kierra, Diamond and Alisha was talking about it they sent me pictures.” Ashley head snapped up at that, Miles was sending dick pics?

“Girl I don’t wanna see that shit, Miles is like my brother, but forward that to Ash, I’m sure she won’t mind.” Janelle joked

Miles kept his eyes on Ashley making Collin roll his eyes, he looked at Val who was thinking the same thing

“Nigga you just gonna stare at her the whole time?”

“What? Bruh, I’m not staring at Ashley.” Miles said defensively

“How you know I was talking about Ash, man.” Miles stuttered over his words something that only happened when he was embarrassed which wasn’t often.

“Just talk to her,” Val offered

“Thanks for the advice Val, I never thought of that shit before,” Miles replied sarcastically

“Pussy,” She mumbled under her breath

“What?”

“You heard me,”

“Well air out then,” Miles challenged, Collin put his hand up between the two of them

“Alright, alright, you look like a stalker just staring at her. Just pull her to the side and talk to her,” Miles was trippin, he could talk to her just like he talks to any other girl, but Ashley wasn’t just some other girl, she was Ashley Rose and he didn't want to fuck things up.

“Fuck it,” Miles downed the rest of his drink and started to walk over to Ashley.

“Oh bitch, he’s coming over here,” Janelle said hitting her friend

“Damn Janelle, you gonna beat her ass before he even come over here.”

“What do I say?”

“Just be chill,” Janelle turned Ashley around and Miles was standing right before her

“Hey,”

“Hey,” she breathed, Miles nodded her over, and Ashley looked back at Janelle who eagerly waved her off. Ashley grabbed Miles’ hand and let him lead her to a quieter place in the house. They ended up sitting on a hammock swing in the backyard.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, what you been up to?” She shyly shrugged her shoulders

“Nothing,” Miles snickered and playfully bumped her shoulder

“Why you actin’ all shy?”

“I’m not,” Ashley insisted

“You are, Ashley Rose.” Hearing him say her name like that made butterflies flutter inside her.

“You don’t gotta be shy around me, besides I’ve seen how you and Janelle can get.” Miles teased lightly Ashley smiled softly in response, taking a sip from whatever was in her cup. Miles scooted closer to her, an act that didn’t go unnoticed by Ashley, took another long sip from her cup before setting it aside. Miles then placed an arm around her, which made her heart beat faster.

Miles sensed that she was nervous, shit maybe she didn’t like him. Now he looks like the older creep who’s bothering a girl who doesn’t like him. Miles moves to take his arm from her around her, Ashley sighed inwardly, maybe he was just being nice.

“My bad, I ain’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Ashley frowned

“Huh?”

“You got a little tense, I don’t you to think I’m-you know, being weird.” It took a while for Miles's words to sink in, he’s usually so sure of himself, well anytime that Ashley’s around him he never wavers or hesitates, but with her, it’s like his brain short circuits.

“No, no, I didn’t mind I actually liked you holding me,” Ashley admitted that last part quietly, Miles left out a breath of relief.

“Can I?”

“Oh, yeah,” This time, Ashley leaned in too and laid her head against his shoulder, he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close to him. They seemed to fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Sorry,”

“For what? What you apologizing for?” “This my first time, you know, with a guy like this,” Miles smirked he thought it was so cute that Ashley was flustered by him.

“You don’t gotta apologize for everything.”

“Seems like that’s all I do at home.”

“You know, if you ever don’t want to go home or Janelle’s busy, you can come over to mine.” Miles offered, Ashley looked at him, touched by the gesture.

“Thanks, Miles.” Miles cleared his throat, Ashley raised an eyebrow he seemed like he was, nervous? Oh God, was he about to ask her something?

“Do you want to, um, do you wanna go and um…” Oh shit, he was about to ask her out like on a date? Or friends? Wait, what if he just wanted to be friends and Ashley was reading too much into this whole situation.

“Ashley!” She slightly jumped back at the tone of his voice, he sheepishly grinned maybe he said her name too loud, “Sorry, sorry, uh Ashley do you want to-” get a grip, Miles thought to himself, why does Ashley make him so nervous.

Their sweet moment was cut short by a few gunshots ringing out and a group of teens screaming and running out the back door and jumping over the fence. Among the crowd were Collin, Janelle, and Val.

“Niggas started shooting, time to go!” Collin said as he helped his sister and girlfriend hop the fence. Miles grabbed Ashley’s hand and after he helped her jump over, he followed and the group of friends ran as fast as they could. Once they were a reasonable distance they slowed down and started walking, Ashley noticed that Miles never let her hand go, not that she was complaining.

“Imma head on back, you coming?” Collin asked Janelle

“I was gonna walk Ash home,”

“I’ll walk her home,” Miles spoke up Collin and Janelle exchanged knowing looks before snickering

“Alright, call me Smash,” Janelle called out walking with her brother and Val.

“You don’t have to walk me home.”

“I know, but I want to.”

The five-minute walk to Ashley’s home was a quiet but content one. They got all the way to her front door where they awkwardly stood on the welcome mat, still holding hands.

“Thanks for walking me home,”

“Like I said, I wanted to. Besides, my Mom would beat my ass if she found out I let you walk home alone.”

“It was nice hanging out with you, Miles.” What happened next caught Ashley completely off guard, Miles pulled her in for a hug. She was frozen for a moment until she relaxed into the hug and returned it, she inhaled deeply smelling his cologne.

“I had fun too…Red Cup Girl,” Ashley gasped and pulled away from the hug to see Miles holding back his laugh

“You knew it was me,” She exasperated

“That’s why I was looking for you, I was hoping to talk to you then but when I went to the kitchen you were already gone.” Embarrassed, Ashley covered her face and groaned

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Miles pulled her hands away from her face and moved her curly hair back, "it was cute." his hand lingering on her cheeks, causing her to blush. Miles took a few steps forward and leaned in, Ashley took a small step forward and leaned in as well. Her eyes closed in anticipation, she feel his lips ghosting over hers when,

“Ashley Rose?” This time she heard her name, it didn’t make her feel warm and fuzzy, it was the exact opposite. Miles and Ashley jumped feet away from each other they looked and saw her Mom, standing in front of the bus stop her arms folded

“What are you doing out this late at night?” From the stains on her scrubs and the tired look in her eyes, Ashley’s mom was far from pleased, sputtering for an answer Ashley knew she was going to get grounded and summer break just started.

“Mrs. Johnson, I was walking Ashley home from Mama Nancy’s house. We were all hanging out and I didn’t want Janelle to walk her home so I offered. I’m sorry for keeping her out so late, that was my fault, we lost track of time playing games.” Miles said easily, her mom sighed heavily as she walked up the steps

“Well, thank you for walking her home, Miles, but it’s way past her curfew. Say Goodnight to Miles, Ashley,” her mom walked into the house and closed the door.

“Sorry about——” Miles cut Ashley off with a kiss just as quickly as it started, it ended

“I told you about saying sorry,” Miles breathed “Good night Ashley Rose,”

“Goodnight Miles,” She smiled dreamily, softly touching her lips. Miles waited until she was inside before he started his walk home. When Ashley closed the door and she leaned against the door and breathed heavily, still reeling after her kiss with Miles. Someone clearing their throat brought her out of her daydream

“So, you and Miles?” Her mom teased lightly

“Mom,” Ashley whined

“I didn’t say anything, I think he’s a nice young man, but you’re still grounded.” The mother and daughter were about to go upstairs when hurried knocks made their heads turn. Ashley opened the door and there was Miles out of breath like he had been running,

“Sorry, I forgot to ask you, do you want to go on a date?” Ashley blinked in surprise

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

“Great,” Miles kissed her again, “I’ll see you tomorrow at 7.” Before he was off again. Ashley closed the door and blanched when she saw her mom, she forgot she was still there for a moment. She whipped her body around to see her Mom holding back a smile. “Mom, please don’t say anything.” Ashley pleaded walking past her mom

“I didn’t, but I do think you guys are gonna be cute together.” She said following her daughter up the stairs

“Mom!”

#Blindspotting #Blindspotting Fic #Blindspotting Starz #Blindspotting Series #Miles Tunrer #Ashley Rose #Janelle Hoskins #Collin Hoskins #Val #Miles x Ashley #Jasmine Cephas Jones #Rafael Casal #Candace Nicholas-Lippman #Daveed Diggs

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iknowthekoolaidflavor · 5 years

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Stress Relief

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Prompt: Daveed comes home after another night from White Noise to find the reader laying across the bed, smiling at him. He’s exhausted and there’s a kink in his lower back that he has yet to deal with. He needs a stress relief and an opportunity has presented itself in the best way possible.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Because we all want to be Daveed’s stress relief.

Daveed stepped off the train, making his way to his apartment. Staring in White Noise has been a dream come true, but the toll it was beginning to take on him was unexpected. To play this role for six nights a week could be taxing, which is why he always looks forward to Mondays. He was a little tired and there was a kink starting to form in his lower back that he hadn’t realized until now.

He needed a shower, food, and sleep. He wanted to hold you in his arms as he dozed off for the night. You always seemed to make things better.

There was a soft smile on his face as he approached the door. Daveed figured you might be asleep by now so he tried to stay as quiet as possible. To his surprise, he heard the familiar sound of heels clicking against the hardwood floors. You made your way to the bedroom, making sure he could hear your every move.

He walked right into the bedroom. As soon as his eyes landed on you, a salacious grin spreads across his face. You were sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed. The only clothing on your body were your thigh highs, heels, and his jacket he wore for Hobbs & Me.

“Hey baby”, you cooed as you got off the bed, “How was your day?”

He remained silent as he took you in. You were now standing behind him, running your finger over his shoulder blades.

“Fine”, he choked out

“Just fine? Is everything alright?”

He thought for a moment, wondering if he should tell you what was bothering him. That was until you wrapped your arms around him. He could feel you resting your head on his back. You squeezed him tighter, wanting to let him know that it was okay to talk about it.

“I think the show is taking a bigger toll on me than I expected. With Hamilton, I jumped off of tables, danced, and sang every night. This feels different though. What I do for White Noise isn’t the same, but I still feel like I’m in pain”

“What kind of pain?”, you asked as you led him to the bed

“I feel a kink in my lower back that wasn’t there before. I’ve been holding a lot of tension there I think”

“Take off your clothes”

Daveed knew what would happen next. This wasn’t the first time you rubbed a kink out for him. Sometimes it led to something more. Sometimes it didn’t. Either way, he always ended up having a peaceful sleep with you at his side.

He does as he is told and lays on his stomach in the middle of the bed. You grab the oil and climb on top. You were straddling his thighs as you kneaded the muscles of his lower back. He groaned as the pain slowly started to fade away.

“Fuck”, he sighed, “I think I’m good now”

“You sure?”

You made room for him so he could get on his back. You could feel his cock pressed into your inner thigh. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, grinning as he pushed the jacket open more.

“I will be in a moment”

Before you could ask, you were on your back and his face was inches from yours. His back felt better, but the anguish he felt was still there. He needed something to get his mind on anything else and there you were, right underneath him.

“What’s your safeword?”, he asked as he kissed your neck

“Traffic lights”

“Traffic lights, what?”

“Sir”

“Good girl”, he hummed

You tried to push yourself against him only to feel you hips get pushed back into the mattress.

“You’re not ready for that yet”

When he returned to the bed, he cuffed both wrists to the headboard. He watched in amusement as you squirmed a little. Every time you did, it exposed your breasts to him a little more. He pushed the jacket apart, rolling your nipples between his fingers.

“Was this your plan? You wanted me to see in my jacket and fuck you senseless?”

You took too long to respond, so he pinched them both. He smirked as you moaned, attempting to squeeze your thighs together.

“Yes sir”

Daveed returned to kissing down your neck. He took his time kissing down your stomach, until he reached your pussy. Before he got home, you spent a lot of time with your hand between your thighs. You brought yourself to the edge several times before deciding to stop.

“You didn’t want to take the jacket off?”, you asked

“Why? You wanted to put it on didn’t you? Now I’m going to fuck you in it”

He rubbed his cock against your clit, pulling you into a soft kiss. He kissed and nipped his way down your stomach until he reached your pussy. He pushed your legs apart, grinning at how eager you were for him to fuck you.

Daveed took his sweet time allowing his fingers to sink into your pussy. He wrapped his arms around your waist, making sure you stayed anchored down to the bed. Before you knew it, he had his lips wrapped around your clit. The gentle sucking was enough to quell you for now. As he looked up, he pressed his hardening cock into the mattress. All he could see was his jacket falling completely open, revealing your breasts for all to see.

He groaned as he sucked harder. He slipped another finger into you.

“Daveed”, you groaned, squeezing your legs tighter around him

“You’re so fucking wet, (Y/N/N)”, he smirked, “What were you doing before I got here?”

All you could feel was his fingers rubbing your g-spot as his thumb slowly stroked your clit. He pulled his fingers out and slapped your pussy.

A whimper slipped past your lips as you squeezed your thighs together.

“I asked you a question”

You sighed as he pushed your legs open. When you failed to respond, he slapped it twice.

“Do I need to get the riding crop. I know you love it”, he responded sarcastically

“No”, you groaned, “Please”

“Then answer me”

“I used my vibrator”

He paused at your answer. All he could do was smirk. He gave the vibrator in question to you not too long ago. He’s always wanted to see you use it. That would be for another day. For now his only thought was fucking you into the mattress.

Daveed’s fingers slipped into your pussy again and his lips returned to your clit. The second you moved your hips to get more attention, he pushed your back down on the bed.

You saw his devious smirk as he sucked as hard as he could, pressing his fingers into your g-spot. You opened your mouth, yet nothing came out. Your heels pressed into the mattress. When you finally came, you released with a scream. A voice that was barely your own.

Your body melted into the mattress as you tried to catch your breath.

Daveed licked his fingers clean before giving you a kiss.

His cock rubbed against your clit again as he pressed his body against yours.

“Fuck”, you moaned

“Isn’t this what you wanted baby?”

You would have wrapped your arms around him if it wasn’t for the handcuffs. He was close to you, but not close enough.

“Please”

“Please what? What is it?”

“Fuck me”

“You know what you need to say”

He kissed you, gripping your hips again. He groaned as he thrusted his cock against you even harder. Your sensitive bundle of nerves could only take so much.

“Daddy, please”, you moaned, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear

He softly bites your neck, still thrusting against you until your next orgasm leaves you as breathless as the one before.

“I’ll give you what you want. Just one more thing”

When you began to whimper, he slapped your thigh.

“What was that?”

“Nothing”

He sighed as he pressed his lips against yours. You had a feeling he was going to take his time with you. As much as you hated waiting, you knew by the end of the night both of you would be beyond satisfied.

Daveed moved away from you. When he returned, he placed another one of your toys on the bed. It was the dildo you usually attached to your harness when Daveed wanted you to fuck him. He worked his way up to that one. It a little thicker than he was, but shorter. Whenever you used it, it was only a matter of time before he cumming, a complete mess on the mattress.

He smirked as you blushed looking at the toy. You had no reason to feel shy. He slowly slides the toy into your pussy. He allowed an inch to slip in, then asked if you were alright before it in further. The stretch wasn’t unbearable, but you still needed a second to get used to it.

“Are you alright?”, he questioned

“Yes”, you smiled, “It feels good”

He pushed your knees up to your chest and spread them. You didn’t get why he loved the dildo so much until he started fucking you with it. It stretched you the further he pushed it in. Daveed couldn’t help but smirk as he watched you struggle to keep your body in one spot. He softly rubbed your inner thighs, a huge contrast to the rough pace he set.

Your moans filled the room as he rubbed himself through his boxers. He squeezed the base of his cock a couple of times. He could cum at any moment, but he was going to save that for you. He choked out a moan as he slowly stroked himself, then squeezed the base again.

When he opened his eyes, your sight was fixated on him, biting your lip. As soon as his eyes landed on you, you blushed and looked away.

“All the things we’ve done to each other all over this apartment and you have the nerve to be shy”, he laughed

He kept the pace he set with the toy. It was only a matter of time before his hand was wrapped around your neck. He gave a light squeeze before it gradually became rougher. You kept your eyes on him. He squeezed for ten seconds before letting go. As you caught your breath, you felt your pussy squeezed around the dildo tighter.

Daveed smirked, remembering how much you enjoyed it the last time. He squeezed again, holding it a little longer. You felt a little light headed at the sensation. He let go again and you tried to shut your legs as you let out a breathy moan. You were too close.

“One more for baby”, he cooed as he squeezed again

This time he held on for a little longer. Your legs fell open as the dildo hit you in the right spot. Your entire body trembled as he let go, telling you how good you were for him. As you caught your breath, you made eye contact and he smiled softly.

“You’re such a good girl for me (Y/N/N)”

When he pushed the dildo into you again, you came, pulling against the restraints. You’ve never felt so exhausted in your life. Daveed put the toy away, then threw his boxers on the ground. He couldn’t help but feel excited at the sight in front of him. You were breathless, handcuffed to the bed in nothing but his jacket, thigh highs, and heels.

He kissed you sweetly as he pressed his body into yours. You relaxed as you took in his scent.

“Thank you”, he whispered

“Can’t thank me yet. I take we aren’t even finished”

“We’re almost there baby”

He took his time sliding into you. You tightened around him as soon as he pushed himself in. You tried to wrap your arms around him, but the cuffs kept you from doing so. You huffed as he kissed your forehead.

In contrast to how he fucked you with the toy, Daveed took his sweet time. He revelled in the moment, loving the fact that you did this for him. He looked down at you in complete awe, eyes growing a little wide.

“God, I love you”, he groaned

Your heart warmed at his sentiment.

“I love you too”

He kept his hands on your waist, but he didn’t grip them posessively as he did before. He lifted your knees to your chest once more. He didn’t pick up the pace, but the intensity of his thrusts left you speechless. Daveed didn’t dare pull out until he was completely seated inside you.

Your toes curled as you wrapped them around him. His lips were on yours as he pushed into you one more time, feeling you cum around his cock. He was breathless as he finally found his release. He spent a couple minutes resting on top of you, trying to catch his breath.

In a few moments, you were in the bath together. He kissed and rubbed your wrists making sure you were alright. You spent some time rubbing his shoulders, allowing him to rest against you.

When you finished, you collapsed on the bed and Daveed crawled in next to you.

“Come here”, you cooed as you opened your arms

Daveed gave a soft smile as climbed into your arms. He wrapped his arms around you, rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?”, you asked

“No, I think I’m good for now,'' he responded quietly

“I’m always here when you need me”

You kissed his forehead and in that moment Daveed felt safe and content resting in your arms as you ran your fingers through his hair.

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