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valwrite · 4 years

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the bella-vista avenue book club; daveed diggs

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summary: if only she’d double checked her Amazon shopping cart, Y/N L/N wouldn’t find herself torn between what book to give her hot neighbor next.

warnings: fluff, cheesiness, a slither of smut, mentions of a car accident, cooper is a basic dog name, i know but stfu about it.

fic style: oneshot.

word count: 6455.

author’s note: this fic took way too long to write, bye. no but for real, i’ve been back in uni for one month and so far i’ve: done way too many assignments; had more breakdowns than a disney child star; had a covid scare; and spontaneously dyed my hair dark blue/green at 4am instead of finishing an essay. we’re doing well, folks :)

It took exactly twenty one days for the loneliness to kick in.

On the day the lockdown was first announced, Y/N L/N felt the most confusing sentiment of relief and fear blended together. She'd spent just about the whole day in the meeting from Hell, during which three people had stormed out of after countless shouting matches had broken out and her boss had blatantly fired one of the guys from her department, right in front of everyone. When she did eventually get out of said meeting- a whole two hours later than her usual work days ended -, she was struggling with an impending migraine, threatening to blur her eyesight the whole drive home. She arrived home safely that evening, by the force of some miracle, only to find countless texts from relatives and friends alike, detailing the quarantine announcement and all the rules that came with it. Though concerned over the state of the world battling against the rapidly spreading virus, Y/N was just glad there would be no meetings for a while.

Quarantine was exciting at first. In the normal day-to-day life she lead, Y/N often found herself falling short on time to do things she truly enjoyed. There was just always one more task needing done at work; one more errand to complete; one more mile to run. By the time she stepped into her home come the end of the day, her eyelids were always battling to stay opened. So, it was very fair to say that the sudden infinite amount of free time had her feeling rather excited.

Day two and she'd already set herself a list of goals to spend all this time on, a chance to do all the things her schedule got in the way of. Of course, with the situation at hand, all these goals were modified to be achievable from within the confines of her home. The first goal she achieved was knitting a sweater. Granted, it was a mess she'd ended up trying to turn into a dog sweater only to watch as her fur-baby, Cooper, chewed it into rags.

There was no goal on the list to be good at all those goals.

In the following weeks, Y/N found herself trying her hand at pottery - she both made and broke a mug -, baking - the first cake burned but the second she made was actually pretty edible -, guitar playing - it really was just like riding a bike: one never really forgets how to do it - and many other hobbies. In between finding her artistic calling in life, it seemed family quiz nights became the norm.

But twenty one days, that's when she finally took notice of just how lonely living had become for her. A full twenty one days of not having made eye contact with anyone outside of a screen or who happened to not own four paws and a tail.

The loneliness wasn't unique to her, she was very aware. But she was stuck quarantining in a house all by herself, hours away from any of her family and she knew it was going to be a fair while before she even spoke with someone face to face. Much longer than most people. She was still at the point where even bringing up the thought of going to the store- with a trusted mask on, of course - would send her mother into a spiral of worse case scenarios and her father would be threatening to call her doctor.

As neurotic as the two could be about her health, Y/N completely understood their reactions. Things had never really been the same since her accident, even with the years gone by.

She was sat on her sofa- well, actually, sat on her floor, with her back against the sofa - when the door bell rang. She was up at lighting speed, bounding her way over to the front of the house before peaking a look through the peep hole and finding no one there. Unfazed by this, she unlocked the door and pulled it open to unveil a package at her doorstep, the ever familiar Amazon logo splashed across it. In the past few weeks, the delivery service and her bank account had become well acquainted, with most of her new found hobbies being aided by it.

In a matter of seconds, she'd picked up the package, shut the door and made her way into her kitchen, a drawer being pulled open as she dug through it for a pair of scissors. The package was ripped up and there she found a sight she wasn't awaiting, her eyes widening ever so slightly and a "Huh." noise escaping her.

There, laying on the remaining cardboard package, sat a hardback copy of A Tale Of Two Cities. And right next to it sat an identical copy, both of them staring up at Y/N.

“This can't be right, right?” She proposed the question down at Cooper, who'd at some point sauntered in to the kitchen and sat down at her feet, his tail wagging lazily upon being spoken to.

Sure enough, when she checked her receipt online, there was only one copy on the list. She wondered if it was perhaps a “buy one, get one free” kind of deal but quickly found no evidence to back up her hypothesis.

Thinking of what the right thing to do would be, Y/N on instinct began to investigate how she could possibly return the additional book they'd sent to her. As she came to the realization that it would entail her having to return both books and, then, waiting once again for a copy to be sent to her, she changed her mind instantly. A few other solutions came to mind: she could mail it to her sister-in-law, she was just as much of a book worm as Y/N; or she could keep it until the next time she needs a birthday present for someone; or she could just keep both of the copies, even if it felt a little wasteful.

It was only later on that very evening, as Y/N chopped away at some onions and was struggling to contain her tears- she had a spoon in her mouth because her mother swore it stopped you from crying, spoiler: it did not -, that the perfect idea struck.

In the corner of her eye she spotted him, strolling about his own kitchen. He hadn't lived next door for very long, he'd only moved in at the very start of the year, if she remembered correctly. And though they had never really spoken or interacted- polite waves and stiff smiles when spotting one another either leaving or arriving home wasn't exactly very conversational after all-, Y/N couldn't help but decide he was going to be the honorary recipient of the book. After all, what was the worst that could happen? Well, he could use the book to keep his fireplace alight, but Y/N was more eager to just think optimistically about it.

With her mind firmly made up, she neatly wrapped the book in some stray wrapping paper she'd found in her junk drawer and tied a neat, makeshift bow around it. His doorstep was only a couple feet from her own and it wasn't long till she was stood right in front of it, finger hovering over the doorbell as she wrestled with the thought off handing the present directly to him. She recalled one night, where her bedroom curtains had been wide open to let in the moonlight, and he'd walked past his own bedroom window, nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. The image of water dripping down those defined abs made her mind up and she placed the wrapped book next to his door, the little note she'd written taped on to it carefully.

Happy housewarming! I hope you're taking care during these trying time! - Y/N, your neighbor from door 27. p.s. Cooper (the German Shepherd) says sorry for peeing in your flowers :(

A few days later, as Y/N and Cooper arrived home from their daily walk, a mysterious package sat on the doorstep. What made it mysterious was the fact it wasn't from Amazon, nor from her local grocery store either. Cooper possessed no hesitation and dashed over to investigate, his tail beginning to wag as Y/N approached the front door.

“What is it, Coops?” She crouched down, her hand rubbing over the top of his head as his tongue dangled out of his mouth. There was a small piece of paper stuck on the package and, at first, she wondered if perhaps her attempt at a kind gesture had backfired and the hot neighbor had just dropped it back off. Then, she read the note. “Housewarming? Took you a while. This Dickens guy's good, hope he finally get's some popularity soon. - Daveed, your neighbor from door 28.” A smile crept onto her face as she learnt his name. It felt nice on her lips. His calligraphy skills only made the name look prettier. “P.S. check this book out, author is a real hidden gem. P.S.S. tell Cooper it's chill, I got my revenge and peed in his flowers.”

It was there on her doorstep, with a thin layer of sweat decorating her face and a tired out dog at her feet, that Y/N upgraded Daveed from hot neighbor to hot and funny neighbor.

It was almost like an otherworldly sign when Y/N stumbled over a chew toy the next day, her whole body slamming right into her bookcase and out from it fell a book, smacking her right on her head to add yet another bruise on to her list. Her mother had always joked that she bruised easier than a peach, partially on account of her incapability to walk five paces without stumbling over air or slipping on dry ground.

She let out a groan, her hand rubbing at the spot the book hit her and she reached down to grab her attacker- which lay face down - off of the floor. The cover turned out to be that of The Great Gatsby and the sudden urge to wrap it up, attach a note and drop it over at Daveed's doorstep became overwhelming. It still felt so personal to know his name.

Was she seriously about to use a book as an excuse to try catch a glimpse of her hot neighbor, who just yesterday was claiming to have peed on her flowers? Yes, yes she was. Because, after all, he was hot. And if society had taught her anything, it was that hot people were excused of everything. Okay, perhaps she was exaggerating just a little bit but it all added up to the same thing: Daveed was hot and she was thirsty.

Maybe quarantine really was beginning to have an effect on her.

A few hours later, Y/N was comfortably snuggled under her blankets in bed, the room illuminated by nothing but her television screen and the streetlights outside. A door opened somewhere, her anxious brain questioning if it was one of her own doors but the sudden laughter she could hear changed her train of thought quickly.

Oh my god, his laugh was music to her ears. And, oh my god, she'd actually made him laugh.

She lay back, wondering which part of her note had made Daveed laugh as consciousness slowly slipped away from her. One house away, her hot and funny neighbor was near mirroring her position in his own bed, his head replaying the note he'd received from the cute girl next door.

Not too sure about this author, he seems to have a fetish for big feet! I'm beginning to question exactly what kind of weird foot erotica you read, Daveed from door 28! -Y/N, your foot hating neighbor. P.S. this guy definitely needs more clout, can't you just picture his writing being used to teach the younger generations? P.S.S. Cooper isn't happy about you peeing in his flowers but he is happy about the treats.

Two days later, in the morning, Y/N was sat at her kitchen island. Her computer lay open in front of her, untouched for the past half hour as she flipped through the pages of her book and sipped away at the smoothie she'd blended up for herself. Cooper lay sound asleep under her seat, the occasional snore coming from the pup. It was those moments in her quarantine that she enjoyed most, just pure tranquility. It took her mind off of the loneliness.

A feeling overcame her, as the hairs on the back of her neck began to rise. It was almost like she could feel someone's eyes on her. She tore her own eyes away from the printed text and checked her surroundings vaguely. It was only when she looked straight ahead, out of the window that she spotted the intrusive stare of his.

They were sat in near parallel, him also sat at his kitchen island with a computer opened, only he had a mug of coffee instead of a smoothie. When their eyes made contact, he grinned at her, waving the book in his hand before pointing at the cover. The Great Gatsby.

He really was reading the book she'd sent over.

Mirroring his actions, she lifted up her own book, the one he'd sent over all those days ago. The Hobbit.

It was short, it was sweet and it was the longest they had ever interacted off paper. Even without verbal communication, so much was said between them both in that small instance. It was a sign that these little book deliveries were appreciated, they both cared enough to read whatever the other sent over.

Maybe it was time to consider Daveed her hot, funny and caring neighbor.

The book exchanges continued onward for weeks.

Daveed sent over a collection of fairy tales by the Grimm brothers, his attached note read: Thanks for putting me onto Fitzgerald, gonna have to see if the school board will let me teach his work in my lectures. Think they might be against it, what ya think? In the meantime, check these indie short stories out. Think Cooper will resonate with the wolf in the Red Ridding Hood story. -Daveed, your literature professor neighbor. P.S. Noticed the Raptors jersey on your washing line, tell your boyfriend the Warrior in me is unimpressed.

To which Y/N replied to with, alongside a copy of Twilight,: Cooper loved the Red Ridding Hood story, but he says you remind him of the grandmother in it. Speaking of wolves, check out this classic example of American literature, the lack of emotions this author puts into her writing is truly astounding. -Y/N, the Raptor next door. P.S. The Raptors jersey is mine, but I'll applaud you for smoothly trying to find out if I have a boyfriend. For the record, I do. He's tall, dark haired and lives in my imagination. P.S.S. Could you ask your girlfriend if she knows any good foundations? I'm thinking of changing mine.

He took less than a day to fire back with a copy of 50 Shades Of Grey: If Cooper is the wolf, and I'm the grandmother, would that make you the girl? I think the romance in this book is quite poignant, it really values the emotional over the physical. - Daveed, your grandmother neighbor. P.S. Not sure about my girlfriend's foundation, seeing as she doesn't exist, but I use L'Oreal. Very creamy, or whatever it is foundation is meant to be like. P.S.S. You looked cute in your paint splattered t-shirt the other day.

Not even an hour later, he opened his door to find a hardback of the Holy Bible and the following: I went into that book expecting a rush of happiness and sweetness, but ended up feeling scared and turned on in the most confusing way. I worry about your taste, Daveed, and that is why I'm recommending this book to you. This will cleanse you of all you've done wrong, my friend. -Y/N, your concerned neighbor. P.S. I'm not the girl, I'm the huntsman. P.S.S. Your dog is so cute, Cooper wants her/his number.

It took 45 days of lockdown for Y/N to finally venture out to her local grocers, tired of ordering food online and desperate for some human contact which didn't have to be separated by a great distance and united by a glass screen and a stable internet connection. She'd felt wrong; out of place; strange the whole time she'd been wandering up and down the aisles of the shop, her mask secured on her face and a near full basket hanging on her arm.

The fact Cooper was at home, holding down the fort for the time being gave her a little comfort.

Despite paying through self-service, and using a contactless card payment, her father's voice was ringing in her ears, scolding her for even taking the risk of stepping outdoors. Naturally, she appreciated his caring tendencies but she liked to consider herself old enough and smart enough to manage her own health problems.

With four bags stacked awkwardly in her arms, she took a few steps away from her car, attempting to peak over her shopping to see just where exactly the gate to her garden was. She could very faintly hear Cooper's excited whining, his paws scratching against the metal gate.

It was the sound of a voice, a very distinct voice, calling out her name that halted her movement and turned her head.

“Let me,” He, Daveed from door 28, paused, his hand clutching at his heaving chest. As her eyes drifted over him briefly, she took note of the trainers, the sweaty running shorts and, most of all, his bare chest, perfectly lined abs scattered along him. “get that for you.”

Before Y/N could so much as protest, Daveed had already snatched all four bags from her arms and was stood holding the gate open for her, a stupidly handsome smile decorating him. Her mask was still firmly held up but she smiled beneath it and done her best to share her gratitude with him.

“You don't need to do that.” Despite her words, she never attempted to take her bags back from him, instead cautiously slipping her way past him into her open garden. Cooper launched his paws up onto her, a bark of excitement escaping him before he licked at her arm and redirected his attention to Daveed. Cooper was still fairly young, not even a year old yet, but he was a fierce dog when it came to guarding his owner from any stranger. So, for Y/N to turn back and find him happily circling Daveed's legs, his favorite toy in his mouth and his tail wagging at lighting speed, it was purely a shock to her system.

And the clearest sign she'd ever seen that Daveed, whether he was a complete stranger to her or not, could be trusted.

“Where should I leave these?” He ignored her protest, effortlessly walking up the path of her garden with the heavy bags secure in his hands. Having him around her, all sweaty and heavy breathing and half dressed was more of a health hazard than her trip to the shops. Y/N began to wonder if it was legal to look so good.

“Uh, just,” She fished through her purse for her door key, avoiding the temptation to peak at his abs again. “on the table over there, if you don't mind.” She nodded her head in the direction of the small table sat out on her front porch and, within a couple seconds, she felt as Daveed brushed past her, so close she swore she could feel the heat radiating off of him.

He done exactly as she requested and lay the bags gently to rest on the table, the muscles in his arms flexing. Y/N had to wonder if this was a purposeful action, a way to tempt and seduce her, as if he needed to try much to succeed at that. She'd more or less been whipped for him the second he delivered his first book to her.

“Are you looking after yourself?” Her parents had asked this every time they spoke on the phone - which was basically a daily occasion - but hearing it from Daveed felt refreshing, as though she'd never heard the words before; as though she'd never been spoken to with such tenderness. She let her eyes meet his face, a dangerous choice when she found a dazzling smile reflected back at her.

“I am.” Was it possible for a smile to be brighter than the sun? “Are you?”

“Yeah. Even started eating kale.” Daveed chuckled and she followed suit, because his laugh was infectious and she would willingly let it consume her. “It tastes like shit, don't get me wrong, but it's gotta count for something, right?”

“Oh, totally, kale-boy.”

“Excuse me, I'd prefer if you called me by what I really am: a kale-man.”

The mask slid down the bridge of her nose as she smiled wider than the Cheshire cat. In her mind, she cursed her heart-eyes behavior but it did nothing to halt it, Daveed simply put her on edge in the best way.

“It was nice to finally hear your voice, it's cuter than I thought.” She wondered if he was aware of the effect he was having on her, if each word and every gesture of his was carefully calculated to make her weak in the knees. “I'll save you from my sweaty smell and head off now, I can hear the shower calling my name.”

The last thing, yet also the best thing, Y/N needed to be envisioning was a water soaked Daveed. “I didn't want to say anything but, yeah, you smell worse than Cooper's breath.”

“There's the attitude from all your notes!” Daveed had at some point stepped closer to her, to the point where it was likely a big enough inhalation of a breath would have their chests touching. He was so tall, and muscular. “I'll see you around, Y/N from door 27.”

For two minutes she stood there, mask slapped across her face and her breath caught in her throat, nothing but the raw memory of his body so close and, yet, so far away from her own. She made her way indoors, finally, in a zombiefied state. Cooper trailed happily behind her through the house and all the way into the kitchen and, like the good pup he was being raised to be, he helped put away a few of the groceries, by greedily grabbing at the packet of dog treats when something else in the bag caught Y/N's attention.

“Thank you for the bible, now may I rebut with a copy of the Torah? The characters might seem similar but I swear it's different. Friend? Was that you officially friendzoning me, Y/N? And to think I was willing to look past the fact you're a raptor.” She mumbled allowed without even noticing, her eyes drifting across the note in her hand. When Daveed had snuck this into her shopping, she didn't know. Perhaps he'd left it earlier on that day and simply scooped it into the bags after carrying them for her. That sure made more sense than her theory of him hiding the book down his running shorts. “P.S. My dog and I share a number, so I guess I'll just have to give you that one. Just tell Cooper no phone calls past ten o'clock, that's her bedtime.”

She'd never thought it would be so easy to achieve her hot neighbor's number, but the crumpled paper in her hand told her differently.

The room was dark. Or maybe her eyes were closed. Y/N honestly didn't know nor care enough to find out which was the truth. No, all she cared about was the feeling of her nerves being lit on fire and simultaneously soothed. As the moments passed, she became more and more aware of the predicament she found herself in. Her head was thrown back on the comfort of someone's pillow- it couldn't be one of her own, it was far too plush and soft -, both her legs were bent up at the knee, her hands were busy grasping on to anything and everything close by (the bed sheets, the headboard, the hair of whoever was currently positioned between her thighs) and her mouth was agape. Hushed moans and whimpers of ecstasy filled the thick air of the room, and they were all coming from her.

The tension was building in her gut, a knot winding itself tighter and tighter all the while threatening to snap at any moment. Her hips started grinding in time with the warm tongue against her heat. Or, maybe, she'd already been grinding before. Nothing was making sense. Up was down, left was right and Y/N was on the brink of the most thrilling orgasm she'd felt in a while, or ever, really.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

Her eyes- which apparently had in fact been opened all along-, with heavy eyelids, flickered down to between her legs. The man was certainly a specimen built to the likes of a Greek god, or something deriving from one. His fingers, buried deep within her, coaxed out another moan from her as they curled upwards. Daveed only smiled in satisfaction at this, as if he was getting more pleasure from it than she was.

Daveed.

Holy shit.

Daveed was between her bare legs.

Y/N bolted up and out of bed, hand reaching out and switching on the light. Just as she expected, there was no sign of Daveed in her room: not on her bed, not under her covers, not in her closet. But he was everywhere in her mind. Fully dressed, Y/N had never felt more naked in her entire life as she gazed out of her bedroom balcony door, over at the very window of the man who'd soaked her dream in a haze of steam.

His light was on.

Worst of all, she found that Daveed was sat at his desk, typing away at something on his opened laptop. As though he felt her intrusive gaze, he looked up from the screen and met her eyes. Due to the distance between them both Y/N couldn't tell for sure but she could have sworn he sucked in his lower lip before releasing it in a teasing smile, his hand lazily waving at her.

With all the shame in the world, she shut her curtains and flopped back on to her bad.

In the span of five minutes she'd dreamed of Daveed doing unspeakable things to her with that mouth of his and been caught peeking into the bedroom of the very same man.

She hadn't phoned him.

She hadn't sent a book over to him.

She hadn't opened her blinds.

He'd been stuck thinking about her for eight days straight, yet it was beginning to feel like she'd been nothing but a creation of his own socially starved brain.

In the grand scheme of things, Daveed was not a narcissist. But he also wasn't an idiot. He was very aware of his own looks, of the lingering stares he'd receive from his students- male and female alike-, of the way soccer moms would shamelessly pay more attention to him than their own sons when he coached the local little league team. And, up until that point, he'd been sure Y/N had been reciprocating whatever feelings he'd amassed for her.

One thing Daveed was is decisive.

Mask pulled across the lower part of his face, he let himself into the gated front yard. In a couple seconds, Cooper had pounced up at him, tail wagging a million miles an hour and tongue lapping away at his face. He chuckled as he lowered the dog safely back onto all four paws.

It only took knocking on the door twice for him to get a “Hold on!” shouted from some part of the house as a response. Relief flooded him at the sound of Y/N's voice, reassuring him that everything was okay. But it only brought on more questions about her sudden lack of communication.

“Hell- Oh, Daveed.” A mask decorated her own face, meaning he was unaware of the hint of a smile on her lips. All Daveed could see were her widened and tired eyes. “Can I help you?” He'd been stood staring her in silence for a little too long, it seemed.

"You never called.” He'd never sounded more pathetic in his life.

“You noticed.”

“Of course I noticed. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?”

Apart from appear in one of my wet dreams? “What?! No! I've just been busy and I also didn't want to burden you, if I'm honest.”

“I gave you my number so you'd call me, Y/N.”

“And here I thought it was so our two dogs could kick off their fairy-tale romance.”

“As their parents, don't you think it's our responsibility to get along?” Daveed wanted to ask what had kept her busy for eight days. He wanted to know what she thought about in the morning, in the evening. What she thought about him. About the prospect of there ever being a “them”. But it wasn't the time nor the place. “Promise you'll call.”

“I promise I'll call you, loser.” She laughed behind her mask, leaving him with a longing to see her smile. “Now get lost, I've probably just burnt my omelette because of you.”

Daveed had just closed his front door as he felt his phone begin to buzz in his pocket, an unknown number displayed across the screen.

“You owe me an omelette.” Were the first words he heard as he answered it.

Two months passed. The quarantine rules had loosened and tightened over and over again. The supermarkets had restocked their shelves many times. An entire season had come and gone. And Y/N and Daveed had spoken nearly every single day on the phone.

He'd come to learn a few key things: a health scare had kept her busy those eight days; she was allergic to bullshit and always called him out on his; she loved rose wine, or any wine really; she had the most beautiful mind.

She'd also come to learn some stuff about him: he was a university professor, specifying in classic literature; despite the muscles, he was one heck of a dork; he knew a little too much about the rap industry and was prone to throw himself into tangents about the subject; his voice was even more heavenly in the morning.

“Make yourself something to eat,” Daveed spoke down the line, a twinge of excited demand in his voice. “pour yourself a glass of wine and go up to your bedroom balcony.”

“Ooh, someone's feeling bossy tonight, huh?” Y/N laughed, switching the phone between hands as she pushed herself off of her couch, disturbing a sleeping Cooper. After a few strokes to his head, she began her journey to the kitchen, suppressing a laugh as the tired dog chose to follow her, much like he done all the time. “Am I allowed to ask why I'm doing this?”

“Just do it, before I hang up.”

“I'll add grumpy to list of Daveed Moods tonight.”

With a bowl of heated up leftover pasta, a bottle of red wine and a glass balanced in her hands, and her phone glued between her ear and her shoulder, Y/N found her way up stairs to her bedroom. She was incapable of turning on the lights until she'd put down the items in her hand. It was then, as the lights lit up her room in a warm, golden hue, that she noticed Daveed.

No, not in her room. That would have been completely creepy, and partially arousing.

He was sat out on his own balcony, room lit up behind him, with a dish of unknown food, some wine and a candle lit in front of him. He was dressed casually, yet Y/N still found herself on the cusp of drooling at the sight of him. And when he finally noticed her, Daveed waved with the most shit eating grin on his face.

“Cute onesie. What is it, a bunny?” His tone was friendly, as always, but that never stopped her from groaning in frustration at his teasing.

“Did you call me up here just to criticize my choice of clothing, Diggs? Because I was taking part in an intense Criminal Minds marathon before someone interrupted me.”

“I actually called you to invite you to enjoy the evening with me.” It was a curse and a blessing to be so foul minded, Y/N's instantly flooding her with different meanings to his words. “The sky looked pretty tonight and I need someone to appreciate it with me. Unfortunately, you're the only one who answered my call.”

“I won't hesitate to hang up.”

“Stop talking and sit down, your dinner'll get cold.”

Who knows how much time really passed as the two sat staring out at the other, bellies filled by food and wine, hearts filled with desire and longing. There was a great distance between the two balconies but Y/N couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so close to someone, even before social distancing had become the norm.

“It's crazy, I know. How can we be prepared to teach classes now that the infection rates are higher than back at the start of the year, where we all shut down?” Daveed had brought up the fact he was going back to work soon, a topic which made him a perfect blend of relieved, infuriated and confused. “I give it one semester till they make us go back to online teaching, honestly. What about you? Any signs of getting back to your office?”

“We just got the go ahead last week, we're opening back up in a fortnight.” Her reply was paused by a sip of wine, her second glass of the night. “I say we but I really mean them. My doctor told me I'm not allowed to go back yet, apparently I've got some tests left to do.”

The silence that ensued lasted quite a few minutes, then Daveed sighed down the line.

“Is it alright for me to ask why?” He seemed to regret his words instantly, at least from the limited expressions Y/N could read on his face. “I mean, the doctor thing. Are you sick or...?”

“Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't ask sooner.” In their months of getting to know each other, there were times she couldn't even open the door to him when he'd deliver some of her mail or drop off a bunch of flowers he'd stolen from a neighboring garden. It was always under the excuse of doctor's orders and he never questioned or doubted her, he just accepted her for everything she said and gave of herself. “I was in a car accident a couple years ago. It wasn't fatal for anyone, thankfully, but it was pretty bad. One of my lungs ended up collapsing.

I pretty much lived in and out of the hospital for months, which almost sucked more than having a lung that was pretty much giving up on me. I don't know if you've ever spent a lot of time in hospital but it's like attending your own funeral. Everyone that visits you has this look of grief, everything they say is apologetic and there are so many tears. Not to mention the fact the place smells like a crime scene with how much bleach cleaning they do. Anyways, I'm okay now but I guess they consider me high risk or something so they're taking extra steps to make sure I'm as safe and as far away from that virus as possible.”

“So, correct me if I'm wrong, but does that mean I won't be able to take you out anytime soon?” Daveed spoke up finally, and boy was she glad that he didn't want to stick on the topic of her hospital stay. It was a dark and sad time, and she didn't want to experience any of that with him.

“Nope, not until I get permission from my doctor.”

“Can't believe I'm getting cock-blocked by some fucking virus.”

A laugh, so loud that Daveed heard it without his phone pressed to his ear, erupted from Y/N. “You'll just have to settle for balcony dates for now.”

“This isn't a date, Y/N.” It was his turn to laugh.

“Oh, sorry.” Clearly, she was worse at reading signs than she'd thought. She'd never felt more foolish in her life.

“When I eventually do take you on a date, there won't be so much space between us.” His words honestly had the chance to make or break her in that moment, her entire soul depended on whatever he said next. “It'll be a night where I take you to the most ridiculously expensive restaurant. We won't really like the food on the menu but we'll stay as part of a principle. You'll be reluctant to let me blow all my money on the bill but I'll get my way eventually. We'll find some excuse or reason to stay out. Maybe we'll find some piano bar, do some dancing, share some drinks. I don't think I'll be able to stop thinking about how beautiful you look. We'll still be hungry because dinner was shit, so we'll get some fast food before you let me drive us home. I'll probably hold your hand while I drive. I'll walk you to your front door and, even if I really wish you'd invite me in, I'll be relieved when you don't. I'll try tell you how much I enjoyed our night but I'll probably fumble my words. You'll finally send me on my way but I'll find a way to steal a kiss from you. I'll probably think about your lips until the next date I take you on.”

“The english major really jumped out of you.” Y/N wished she didn't lack the self control to say something normal when a man spoke to her like Daveed did. “But, uh, that sounds really nice. Honestly. Except the bill part. We'll be splitting it or I won't be coming on that date.”

“You're so high maintenance, Y/N from door 27, but I guess that could work.” The eye-roll was audible in his tone. “Speaking of english major, I actually have a book for you to read.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I'll drop it round in the morning.”

“I'll be at the doctors in the morning, sorry.” The wine had rushed to her cheeks, heating them up and making the chill in the air all the more relaxing, lulling her into a half asleep faze.

“Don't worry, I'll leave you a note.”

#daveed x reader #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs drabble #daveed diggs fanfiction #daveed diggs oneshot #daveed diggs imagine #daveed diggs scenario #daveed diggs fluff #daveed diggs smut #daveed diggs hamilton #daveed diggs clipping.#daveed diggs x y/n #valwrite

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a-lonely-ass-hoe · 6 years

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Jokes on You

Daveed Diggs x Reader ____________________________________ "C'mon we have to get them together! I need my ship to sail!"

"Alright so what's the plan?"

"So this is what we're going to do ....."

"Hey Y/N"

Yoy jump as you hear your name and you quickly spin, you see Daveed and put your hand over his mouth. You put your other hand over your mouth to signal him to be quiet. You drag him to your dressing room. You had the hugest crush on him but you were bestfriend's so you thought he didn't feel the same. You had just over heard the casts conversation about Daveed and you.

"Alright so now that we're clear."

"What?"

"Daveed, the cast things we should be together..."

"Oh and what...do...you...think?"

"Wait why were you looking for me?"

"To....um...askouyonadate..."

"Slower please."

"Y/N I have had a crush on you for a while and I wanted to see if you would go on a date with me?"

"Really!? Yes! Of course! Wait!"

"What?" he says a little dazed because you actually said yes.

"The cast can't know."

"What? Why?"

"I just want to prank them."

"Alright beautiful, I'll text you the detail later."

"Alright. Remember don't tell anyone and act as if we don't know about each others feelings."

"Got it." He kisses your cheek and heads out. You follow and see the cast still in the break room. Daveed and you both enter while talking to eachother.

"Hey guys!"

"Oh uh hey you two!"

"What's up?"

Daveed and you sit next to eachother and you feel butterflies.

"Nothing how about we hang at my place later?"

A chorus of sure's can be heard. The day goes on and soon the show is over and you all head to Anthony's place. After drinks, food and laughter some one introduces the idea of playing truth or dare. The bottle lands on Daveed and he says dare with a proud smile. Anthony dares him to go into the closet for seven minutes in heaven with you. You blush and sigh and get locked in a room with Daveed. You both smile and talk about the plan for the day and when it was going to be. When time was up every cast member opened the door to see if you were making out or at least kissing. Both of you were talking and laughing.

"Do either of you know how to play?"

"We do but, we are just friends."

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Soon a month had past and Daveed and you had been going great. Since it was December the cast had put up mistletoes. Most of the time Daveed and you had to avoid eachother just to not be under one to kiss. One day though the cast had had enough of the two of you. Jasmine had told you she needed help with something and made stand in the doorway. You hadn't realized there was one and then Oak and Daveed were walking by. Jasmine called Daveed and Oak pushed him making him trip and push into Jasmine and she landed in your arms. Then Daveed begins to apologize and point upwards "Mistletoe" and he walks away with Oak laughing. You smile and give Jasmine a peck on the cheek. They tried a couple more times, eventually most of the cast had kissed eachother except Daveed and you.

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It was New Years Eve and Lin threw a party. The entire cast was there and you really wanted Daveed to be your new years kiss. You guys had been dating for a month about now. Everyone was inside while you and Daveed were in the roof. The clock strikes 12 and Daveed quickly grabs you and kisses you passionately. You both smile into the kiss, "Happy New Year to me!"

He chuckles and holds you close. You walk back inside and drink and have a fun night with each other. At the end of the night you had been sitting on the couch with the few cast members left. You had your head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

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After about another month, the cast kept thinking of ideas to get you two together. Finally one afternoon Daveed had been sitting on the couch and you sat in the corner and laid you legs over his lap. Both of you on your phones, chilling. Lin, Jasmine, Anthony, Oak, Leslie and Phillipa and Renee walk into the room. Daveed and you look up from your phones a d smile at them. Lin sighs and sits down in front of the two of you.

"CAN SOMEONE TELL THESE PEOPLE THAT THEY SHOULD JUST DATE ALREADY!"

"PLEASE SOMEONE!" screams Jasmine.

You and Daveed begin to laugh, you get up and sit on his lap and grab his face and kiss him. All you hear is screaming and you turn around to see Lin's shocked and happy face. Daveed smiles at you and has bright lipstick smeared on his lips. You rub your finger over his lips, smiling at him. You quickly give him a peck and then another.

You hear Lin scream at the rest of the cast about their "Ship finally sailing."

#Daveed Diggs #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs oneshot #hamilton #Broadway #oneshot

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Fine

Pairing: Rafel Casal x Reader

Word count: 2Kish.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE! Dark Dom!Rafa, Daveed dancing, drinking, cursing, angst, possessiveness, ex sex, face slapping, bathroom sex, fingering, oral (f receiving) clit slapping, orgasm denial, bdsm, binding, lashing, gagging oral (m receiving).

Summary: You didn’t need Rafa anymore. You were just fine without him.

A/N: This is a little dark. I think I’ve used this pic of Rafa before, but it’s perfect for this fic. And btw, I’m on my Rafael Santiago Casal Bullshit. Watch out.

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It had been 84 days and you were perfectly fine.

Out with your girls, you were wearing your freakum dress, getting plenty of attention and drinks.

You were fine.

So fine, that you were debating on which fine man to go home with. You surveyed the room for your pick. They’d all bought you a drink. You were polite, drank with them and told them you’d get back with them. You were trying to decide.

The chocolate one with the light eyes and the razor sharp fade?

The light skin with the gap teeth and hella swag?

The beefy blonde with the buzz cut?

You downed your fifth drink and moved towards those pretty gap teeth and swag.

Someone tall stepped in front of your 5” 6” frame in heels. You zigged and they zagged, blocking you from your goal.

You sighed and looked up at them, ready to politely ask that they move or cuss them out. It just depended on how their face made you feel.

You looked up to see Daveed and you squealed.

“DIGGS! HOLY FUCK IS THAT YOUUUU????”

He smiled and laughed at you.

“The one and only. What’s crackin’ girl?” He leaned back and surveyed your form in the dress.

“Damn! You’re still fine as hell!” He was shaking his head.

You threw yourself at him, your short body almost knocking his big lanky ass over with your over zealous buzzness. He laughed and hugged you more, leading you away from the bar.

“Where’s my girl?” You looked around for Daveed’s other half.

“She’s across country at a gig. I miss my Lady.” Daveed’s pout was adorable.

“Awwww, po baby. I’m gonna have to tell her to give you some electronic lovin.’” You started to pull out your phone.

“Oh, don’t bother. She already knows what’s up. Come dance with me.”

Daveed had turned into Mr. Smiley, and as usual, you couldn’t resist him. But you loved to tease.

“Boy, you know you can’t dance.”

“Fuck you mean????” Daveed started doing a very ugly robot.

“Fine! Let’s dance, ugh!”

You groaned and grabbed his hand to pull him out on the floor before he could embarrass himself, and you, any further.

Y’all had a ball, laughing and trying to talk to each other over the loud music, Daveed white girl dancing and you trying to teach him some moves.

After about four songs, the music turned slow and you two stood there awkwardly.

“Well, I guess I’ll go….”

You looked around to see if High Yella was still around.

Daveed’s eyes were above your head and the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

“May I have this dance?”

FUCK fuck fuck fuck fuck.

You turned around, and came face to face with Rafael Casal. Damn he was so fine.

You cocked your hip and crossed your arms, and glared up at him, mad because you felt like this was a trap.

Rafa stared at your pushed up breasts in the dress and your nipples pebbled as he licked his lips wolfishly.

You avoided the memories of Rafael’s excellent nipple play looked back at Daveed for rescue to see that Rafa’s wingman had suddenly disappeared.

You turned your head back to Rafa, the swivel in your neck obvious.

“I should have known that you would be lurking around here somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, super annoyed and full of attitude.

And that’s why Rafa’s dick was on hard. He needed to give you some act right.

He’d watched you promise your body to every dude in the place with that fucking dress and lead them on. He needed to remind you whose it was.

Fuck that he’d given you the ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ months ago.

You belonged to him.

“I don’t lurk, Sweet Pea, I flow. And yeah, you know Diggs is the Yin to my Yang, and vice versa.”

Rafa was speaking low enough that you had to lean in, and you caught his scent. Fuck if you weren’t thrown back 83 days to the last time you’d let him take you apart and literally screw you back together.

That dick was an artistic masterpiece, just like everything about Rafael Casal.

But you were fine.

“You have some nerve, calling me Sweet Pea. Fuck you, Santiago.”

You were heated, and maybe it’s because you wanted some act right. You cursed your pussy’s muscle memory and the five drinks you had that were making you weak for him. Because other than that, you’d be fine.

“Maybe later.” He smirked at you, so damn cocky.

“So, are you gonna stand in the middle of the dance floor and cuss me out, or are you gonna move to the music with me?”

Rafa held out his arms and you looked around, pretending that you didn’t want to be encircled by them again. But you couldn’t be rude, right?

You stepped to him and he put his hands around your waist and crossed them behind you, pulling you flush to him. You stared at his lips as you felt him look down at you.

You didn’t dare look into his eyes, but this view was making you remember what that mouth do.

Shit.

Rafa cleared his throat.

“So, how have you been?”

You looked over his shoulder to the speakers on the stage.

“These past three months have been fine, just fine, Rafael. My life is so zen now. I’m happy.”

“Not quite three months, Sweet Pea. 83 days and 14 hours. And I’ve missed you like crazy.”

You looked up into his eyes when he said that. Oh, hell.

“Oh. Did you now?” You were hot.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you broke up with me the morning after you fucked me goodbye, you self centered narcissist asshole.”

You tried to leave his embrace, but Rafa slid his hands around to hold you fast, thumbs digging into your hip bones, hurting you. At the same time, his grip caused you to feel his desire pressed against your stomach.

You gasped and slapped his face. Hard.

You two stared at each other on the dance floor for a full ten seconds which seemed like forever.

The next thing you knew, you were being pushed up against the stall in the bathroom, the act of Rafa pulling you in there a total blur.

It always started like this, rough, fast, and hot.

Rafa’s hands were under the hem of your dress, dragging it up so that he could grab your panties and pull them down.

“You seem to have forgotten lesson number one. Whose pussy is this, Sweet Pea?”

You refused to answer and closed your eyes, memories of him seducing you just by teaching your fucking Poetry 201 course years ago flooding your brain.

He shook his head and knelt on the filthy floor as he removed and pocketed your thong.

“You prolonging your submission just prolongs the punishment, Sweet Pea. Is that what you need tonight?”

He licked a stripe up your leg and slung it on his shoulder, rutting into your pussy with his mouth.

Your protest at him stealing your clothing died on your lips and was replaced by a moan as Rafael’s skillful tongue started to swirl around your clit, while his fingers came up to roughly finger fuck your cunt.

“Damn, Rafa.”

You moaned and pulled his hair as his other hand came up to try and still your squirming on his face.

“Shut up and stay still, damnit.”

He spoke to you through your pussy, and your eyes rolled back in your head as the vibrations drove you crazy.

You tugged harder on his hair, which made him graze your clit with his teeth. Then, he laved it with his tongue and leaned back to look at it adoringly and then up at you.

You stared down at him, and watched his face glisten with your arousal. Then you caught his look. He sighed at your insolence.

“Fine. You know the drill. This is going to be payback.”

Before you could move, Rafa reached up and lovingly swirled three fingers around and around your clit, then slapped it three times.

You screamed, thankful that the club music was back to a loud cacophony.

He looked at you again, smiling that fucking smile.

“You wanna cum all over my face, Sweet Pea? Want me to make you unravel right here?”

You refused to answer him, but you both knew what was up. Rafa just chuckled at you, and leaned back in to devastate you with his mouth.

He flattened his tongue and took wide, languid strokes against your clitoris, keeping eye contact with you.

You were on fire, all nerves alive and reacting to what he was doing. He inserted two fingers inside you and curled them so precisely to that spot that always made you wonder if he was present at the engineering of your pussy.

You quivered, eyes squeezed shut and tears eaking out, so close to doing what he’d asked you about and bracing for it. Your muscles were taught, your feet were on tiptoe, even further than your 5 inch heels required, and you were holding your breath.

As soon as you felt you were about to gush into his mouth, suddenly, his warm tongue was replaced with cool air, and his fingers withdrew from your cunt.

“Arrghhhh! Cash! Fucking hell????”

He stood up, licking his fingers as he turned away from you, washed his hands and face, and used the water on them for his hair.

You were quivering with rage and desire. As you fixed your mouth to cuss him out, he spoke, calmly.

“You better not fucking move until I’m done.”

Rafa’s ice blue/green eyes in the mirror, and the tone, made you stand stock still, your dress still around your waist. Your pussy throbbed with excitement.

He finished the swoop, then turned back around to you, straightened your panties and pulled your dress down.

Then, he grabbed your face, pushing you against the stall again. His voice was menacing and cold.

“That’s just the beginning of your punishment for slapping me out there.”

You were dripping on the floor now. You wanted to hear what was next, despite yourself. No one could destroy and put you back together as eloquently as Rafael could.

Fuck, how you’d missed it. You were so wound up.

“If you want me to finish it, you know what to do. If you’re done…”

His eyes took in your face. So fucking beautiful.

“Well, goodbye Sweet Pea.”

He leaned in, and gave you a kiss, releasing your face and his hold on you. You moaned a little and put your arms around his neck, reveling in the tenderness while wanting the pain.

You whimpered as he pulled away, backed toward the door and walked out.

You went to the sink and put a cold paper towel on your neck, fixing your makeup and hair and getting your mind right.

You looked in the mirror. You were fine. You didn’t need what Rafael Casal had to offer.

You made a decision, straightened up and walked out of the bathroom.

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An hour and a half later, you were in Rafael’s bedroom, naked on your knees, hands tied around your back, the lashes on your ass throbbing, gagging around his cock and praying that he’d let you breathe before you passed out.

You didn’t need Rafa.

But you wanted him.

And that was more than fine.

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I hope it was fine for you! 😜

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anotherhamiltonblog · 4 years

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I Love You.

Daveed Diggs x Reader one shot

thank you @ryjo-92 for the request!!! From the Domesticity Prompts list ( here ) #27: I love yous whispered in the dark

Word count: 988 Warnings: cute and fluff? talk of sex? reader gets marked up *le smirk*

Enjoy!

To say that Y/N missed Daveed was an understatement. She missed everything about her boyfriend. His smile, his laugh, the way he was always writing out new lyrics on any little piece of paper. His Oakland shirts always around the bedroom and his sneakers messily tossed by the doorway after a long day. There wasn’t anything she didn’t miss about him. But mostly? She missed him.

The nights seemed longer; the days shorter. The few text messages here and there did nothing but bring a small smile to her face. He traveled for his filming and his tour and shows while Y/N stayed back in New York working for the Broadway production of The Phantom of the Opera. Playing the lead Christine Daae, Y/N was more than happy with her accomplishment.

But she got through the preparing and training and so many dress rehearsals. Finally opening night came and to say that Y/N was nervous? Well… she was pretty sure she could throw up at any given moment.

With Daveed on the other side of the country in L.A, Y/N had hype herself up for the show.

But as each number, each dance and each song passed, Y/N became more comfortable and soon enough she was giving it her all on stage. By the end of the first night, they all lined up and did a small bow. Y/N crying as a bouquet of red roses and once it was finally done. Y/N got out of her costume and makeup. Pulling on her regular clothes.

Only when a knock came to her door, she sighed and sat back on the couch. “Come in!” she called out and thought it might be her friend who played as Meg.

With eyes closed, Y/N heard the door open and she let out a scream when a hand touched her. Opening her eyes, Y/N let out a happy shriek at the sight of her boyfriend there before her.

“You think I was about to miss my girls opening night?” he raised an eyebrow and a fond smile on his face. Pulling her up, Daveed wrapped his arms around Y/N and hugged her tightly. “I’m so proud of you, short cake. You did amazing.” He whispered onto her skin.

“I can’t believe you’re here…” Y/N cried as she hugged him. Face pressed into his chest as they stood there.

“Y/N! Did you get your present!” her friends voice called from the other side of the door and Y/N let out a giggle.

“Yes! And we won’t be going out with everyone tonight! Sorry!” she called out and went to grab her things while Daveed grabbed his own bags. “Did you come here straight from the airport?” she asked shocked and watched as he nodded and shrugged.

“It was that, or miss our part of your show, babe.” He threw an arm around her waist and they walked out of her dressing room. Roses in her hands to take him and bag over her shoulder.

Walking out of the theater and saying many hellos to the fans, who were lucky to see both Y/N and Daveed. They soon were allowed to leave and got a cab to their brownstone home. Y/N cuddling with Daveed the whole ride, listening to him talk about his touring and the filming of Snowpiercer.

By the time they got home, had a late dinner together. They were attached at the lips. Y/N holding onto Daveed as if he would disappear from her fingertips. Clothes were soon thrown on the floor and the two fell into bed together. Showing just how much they missed the other. Hands, lips and body connected as one. Y/N couldn’t have asked for a better way to spend the night.

Seeing it was nearing 3 o’clock in the morning. Y/N glanced at Daveed, fingertip softly tracing circles on his chest. Playing with the few hairs there, “I love you, Daveed…” she whispered, watching as his eyes opened and he smiled down at her.

“I love you more, princess…” he said back and the two just laid there sharing soft and sweet kisses. Words of love passed between the two, Y/N falling asleep with a smile on her face.

By the next morning, Y/N woke up to the smell of food and coffee. Opening her eyes, she giggled and saw Daveed walk into the room with a tray.

“I thought you were going to sleep all day.” He teased Y/N as he set the tray down and she just pouted. “Well excuse me, I had a show last night and someone kept me up until Three AM.” She stuck her tongue out and pulled Daveed to lay down in the bed with her.

Spending the next hour drinking the coffee, feeding each other. Both Daveed and Y/N spent the rest of the day in bed. Mostly spent under the covers. Only getting out of bed to shower together. Only the shower ended up being an hour long as the two got distracted with one another.

By the time Y/N had to head to the theater that night, her body was marked over her stomach, thighs and around her breasts.

“Babe... are you ok?” Daveed asked as they entered the theater. Earning a glare from the girl.

“I hate you…” she mumbled, and they walked to her dressing room. There the ladies who helped her shook their head. “Don’t blame me! It was all him!” she crossed her arms over her chest as she was in her bra and underwear to put on the dress for the show.

Laughing, Daveed kept his eyes on his phone. “Please, like you didn’t leave your own mark on me.” He said back and Y/N laughed.

The two gave each other a small smile and Y/N went back to getting ready. Feeling glad to have her man home for a few days.

#cute #oneshot #daveed diggs #daveed x reader #daveed #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs x yn #thank you for the request #ilysm

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astralaffairs · 4 years

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freedom of the press || thomas jefferson

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iamanoriginal · 7 years

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Dye For You

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2101

Warnings: Language

Summary: Soulmate AU where your hair color is identical to your soulmates. If Person A dyes their hair blue, Person B wakes up with blue hair. You wake up to a rainbow of colors.

A/N: Whenever I can’t think of a good title I just make bad puns. Hah. Enjoy! Requests are open!

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“How long do you think it’s gonna take Oak to get shit-faced tonight?” Anthony asked, looking towards Daveed, who sat at the bar stool next to his own.

The guys of the cast had set up shop at a bar after not getting together for a while, and Oak was definitely drinking enough for the entire group.

“It depends. Under two hours. At least,” Daveed replied, gesturing down the bar where Oak sat, flirting with a bartender under the prospect of getting free drinks. Lin stood next to him, watching on.

“Nah. I think he’ll last. Over 2 hours.” Anthony countered, sipping his beer.

“Really? I don’t believe you.” Daveed narrowed his eyes. “Have you seen him? I’m sure he’s already tipsy.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Depends, what are the terms and what happens if I lose?” Daveed replied, drinking out of his own beer.

“He usually ends up hitting on literally anyone when he’s drunk. As soon as he does, we check the time. If it’s past,” Anthony glanced at his phone. “-11 o’clock, I win. If I do, you dye your hair. Temporary, of course. We have a show tomorrow. At least through rehearsal and the Ham4Ham show. I’m thinking pure rainbow. ROYGBIV. It’ll be perfect.”

“That’s harsh. I haven’t met my soulmate, I imagine this would make them hate me. Hopefully, they won’t care. Whatever. I’ll win. And when I do, you have to dye your hair. Deal?” Daveed asked, offering his hand. He was willing to risk a lot for a simple bet, but it was just who he was. Even if it meant risking his soulmate’s hair.

It was a weird quirk of society. Soulmates had the same color of hair. Whatever changes were made to one party’s hair happened to the other’s. For example, if one person died their hair blue, their soulmate’s hair would change blue as well. This made dying your hair very frowned upon, along with any drastic changes to body appearance.

Anthony stopped, thinking for a minute. “You’re on. Deal.” He reached out, shaking Daveed’s hand. The two turned to watch the storm go down. Oak was taking shots; Daveed was confident he would win.

“I’m going to fucking kill my soulmate when I meet them, I swear. My interview’s today! I’m never gonna get the job now, Sara.” You vented into the phone to your best friend, fingers clawing through your hair. You had woken up to find rainbow colored hair covering your head on the day of a very important interview.

Your soulmate had never done anything crazy, so you were shocked to wake up to a head full of clown hair.

“I’ll be right with you to kick their ass. I’m sorry, Y/N. Want to meet up for lunch after your interview? You can vent. I’ll be all ears,” Sara offered. You smiled. She knew just what to do to make you feel better. She truly was your closest friend.

“Yes. God, please. You know me too well. I have to get going, text me the details?” You asked, pulling on your shoes at the door to your uptown apartment.

“Yeah. See you,” Sara replied before hanging up. You sighed, giving yourself one last look in the mirror. Your usual brown curls were bright rainbow, and even pulled back in the most flattering way possible, it still stuck out like a hawk. You sighed. This was going to be spectacular.

“I can see by your hair that you’re quite the creative one. I’m surprised; your soulmate must care for you a lot if they’re willing to let you do that.” The sarcasm was evident in the woman’s voice as she scribbled down notes, glancing up every once in a while to take in your figure. You sighed.

“Actually, it’s the other way around. I woke up to this,” you gestured to your hair, “This morning. I didn’t have time to fix it, but I plan to do so as soon as possible.” You tried to remain calm, but this lady was ticking off and you could tell by the tension in the air that this was not going well.

She had the audacity to roll her eyes. “For all you know, they’ll just dye it again. This unpredictability is not wanted at this company. I’m afraid we’re done here. It was nice meeting you, Ms. L/N. I assume you can see yourself out?” She spit out, not even glancing up from her computer. You stood, shocked. You managed to shake it off and head towards the door. This company had connections and could easily blacklist you.

“Thank you for the opportunity. Have a lovely day,” You managed through clenched teeth. You exited the building, pulling out your phone. Sara had texted you the address of a cafe a couple blocks away. It was a pretty day, so you decided to walk.

As you walked up the street, you noticed couples that were obviously soulmates. You grimaced, would you ever meet yours? You honestly didn’t know if you wanted to; they had to be crazy if they were willing to dye their hair. It was practically taboo. Most places refused to sell it because of the logistics of it, you were surprised it wasn’t illegal. There were stories of hair dying working, however. Rich kids leaving the salon with a head of rainbow hair. They would find their soulmate very quickly afterwards. You guessed your soulmate was one to do so.

Eventually, you made it to the cafe. Sara sat at a table; she waved you over as you walked in. She smiled sadly as you sat down. She could tell it didn’t go well, it was evident by the frown on your face. “Hey. Sorry, kiddo. Let’s order and you can tell me all about it. Good?” So you did.

While waiting, you told the story of your horrid interview. Sara consoled you immensely, helping you feel a lot better.

“Yeah. Your soulmate’s a dick, whoever they are. Here, let me get a picture. Can I post this?” Sara asked as she snapped a photo on her phone.

You rolled your eyes. “Sure.” Sara nodded in return, typing something out before posting it. She showed it to you.

Whoever you are, your soulmate hates you. Woke up on interview day with rainbow hair instead of brown. Didn’t get the job. #soulmate

You nodded in approval. “Perfect. Want to go to the bookstore? I’ve been itching to get my hands on this one I keep hearing about.” Sara nodded.

“Of course. You deserve it. Let’s eat, then we can go,” she spoke as the waiter arrived with food. You dug in.

“I just don’t see why someone would do that. It’s kind of an asshole move,” You complained as you pawed through the book selection, reading summaries.”

“Exactly, I couldn’t agree more. What kind of-” Sara was cut off by her phone. A notification tone went off. She ignored it and began to speak again before it cut her off again. And again. Notification after notification came through, the tone going off again and again. Sara gave you a confused glance before pulling out her phone. She scrolled through her phone, reading. Her eyes darted across the screen as she chewed the inside of her cheek.

“What is it?” You asked. She tapped her screen, holding up a finger. She scrolled a bit more, tapping the screen. Her eyes lit up. She looked up at you, grinning.

“The internet found your soulmate. He’s a Broadway star. Holy fuck, he’s cute. Have you heard of Daveed Diggs?”

You adjusted your dress, taking a deep breath. It was a few days later, and tonight you were going to meet Daveed. He had gifted you tickets to Hamilton, the show he was in. After his fans found you, he had privately messaged you, introducing himself and giving you his number. The two of you had been texting nonstop, and you had a lot in common. He explained the rainbow hair, claiming it was a bet. You were still extremely nervous. This was the guy who was meant for you.

It was time. You were already in the theater, and Daveed had arranged for an usher to take you backstage after the show. You still had to watch the show. As you found your seat, practically dead center a few rows from the front. As the show began and some guy came out to sing, you grew increasingly nervous. A second guy came out, singing to the chords. The music was beautiful. Then you heard it.

“And every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away, across the waves,” Daveed sang out, taking center stage. He gazed across the audience, eyes landing on you. He grinned at you before continuing.

The show was amazing. He rapped very quickly during Guns and Ships, belting out lyrics. It was even better after the intermission. He blew you a kiss during his debut as Thomas Jefferson, he was very intense during the Cabinet Battles, it was all perfect. You were on your feet with the rest of the crowd applauding as it finished. Tears streamed down your face. Having known little about the show, you were amazed at the creativity behind it all.

As everyone was filing out, an usher appeared before you, smiling. “Ms. L/N? Mr. Diggs has made reservations for you to come backstage. Are you ready?” He asked, gesturing towards the stage. You nodded, following behind him.

As you approached backstage, many actors and actresses greeted you. They all seemed to know who you were.

“HI! You must be Y/N. I’m Lin. Diggs has told me all about you. Did you like the show?” A man you recognized as Alexander Hamilton approached you. You nodded.

“Holy fuck, yes. That was amazing.” You replied. Lin laughed out loud.

“Great. Diggs is in his dressing room, just wait here. He should be here soon. Have fun,” he spoke before winking at you. He turned and walked towards another cast member. You smiled, leaning against a wall to wait patiently.

Eventually, Daveed appeared through a doorway in regular clothes and glasses. He walked towards you, stopping in front of you. You stuck out a hand. “Hi, I’m Y/-”

He cut you off by taking your hand and pulling you into a hug. He wrapped his arms around your frame, breathing in as he did so. Eventually, he pulled back. “Hey. You’re Y/N, my soulmate. I’m Daveed. Sorry, that was abrupt. I’m just excited. Did you like the show?”

“Oh my God, yes. It was amazing. Your portrayal of Thomas Jefferson was much better than the history book’s attempt back in APUSH. And holy shit, you can rap,” You gushed, grinning up at him.

He laughed out loud. “Good to know. I was wondering if you were up for dinner? Or we could head back to my place. It’s up to you.”

“I’m kind of hungry, actually,” You stated. He nodded.

“Dinner it is. Ready?” It was your turn to nod. He led you out the back entrance of the theater, out into the cold streets of New York.

“So, do you rap often?” You asked in an attempt to make conversation. His eyes lit up and you knew you had mentioned a passion.

“Yeah, actually. I’m in a group called clipping. It’s experimental hip-hop, but we mainly rap. I love it. The other guys are back in Oakland, which is where I’m from. What do you do?”

“That’s really cool. I’m a journalist, currently in between jobs. I had what I thought would be a successful interview last week, but they turned me down when I showed up with rainbow hair,” You deadpanned, glancing up at Daveed with a grin. He smiled sheepishly.

“Fuck, I’m sorry about that. I feel really bad about it now. At least it was temporary.”

As you talked back and forth, you slowly realized how much of a match you and Daveed were. All throughout dinner, you noted parallels between the two of you. You closed the door to your apartment after he dropped you off with a promise to see you again soon. You opened your phone to see two messages. One from Sara demanding details, and another Daveed.

Thanks for coming. I had a ton of fun. The cast and I are getting together tomorrow for Anthony’s birthday. Invitation has been extended to you. See you then hopefully? I’ll make sure to not make a bet that would result in me dying my hair.

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lcvelymxxn · 4 years

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°• fallacious •°

— based on a mistaken belief.

— poly! demo-reps x reader

— modern au

— fluff

" I swear sometimes I feel like you love George more than me. " You nudge your brother's elbow, Samuel as he blushes and shakes his head. " Can you blame me if I did though? " He raised a brow as you chuckle and say a small nope, popping the p as you both share a short laugh.

You two were currently hanging out in the park as it has been a while since you've been in touch with him because you were still in college. " Ah, by the way, I have not 1, or 2 but 3 amazing lovers! " You bring up the topic as his eyes widened, " Three? No way! " He grinned as you took out your phone and showed a picture of your boyfriends.

" Isn't that Aaron Burr? " He pointed at the screen as you nod, " You know him? " You quirk a brow as a small bead of sweat runs down the side of his forehead, " Kinda? He was the one that tried stopping Hamilton to pick a fight with me... " He slightly fidgeted as you resist a laugh.

" Alexander Hamilton? You fought him? " You never thought your brother would be the kind to do such things. " Not really? I think. I was just announcing things for George that day. " He explained as you nodded, understanding why they bickered with each other.

" Moving on, this tall sassy man is Thomas Jefferson. " You continued introducing your wonderful boys as your brother stared in awe. " He's taller than me and you! " He says, he was 5' 8 and you were 5' 5, an inch taller than Madison. You giggle at his response, " He's 6' 2, Sammy. " You state as his eyes widened like plates, you burst into laughter as you watch him process what you just told him.

After your fit of laughter died down, you finally let him virtually meet your short and adorable boyfriend. Before you could say anything though, he suddenly made a comment that would 100 % make your boys mad, " He's so tiny. " You smack him on the back of the head, receiving a small ow and an apology.

" Who cares if he's tiny? Even if he's short, he's cute and extremely good in bed. " You proudly state as your brother almost chokes. You laugh again loudly as he blushes, " You already did the deed!? " He had a crooked smile on his lips as you shush him with your finger, some people were staring as you two were being loud.

" Shut up! As if you haven't done it with George! " He slaps your wrist away, still with a blush on his cheeks as you two continue to tease each other, not noticing the three people stalking from afar.

" So she is seeing someone. " Jefferson squinted his eyes, peeking from a tree with Burr and Madison under him. " [Name] would never cheat on us, why are we here anyways? " Madison sighed, already knowing this wasn't a good idea. " She's always on the phone nowadays and now she's with a boy. What else could it mean? " Burr responded as the shorter male only sighed, having second thoughts about you.

" Let's call her. " Jefferson suggested as Burr nodded, Madison not even bothering to stop him as he knows his lover won't listen to him.

" And there was this one time where- " You got cut off when your phone rang and you excused yourself. " Hold on. " You tell your brother as he nods, taking a look around the place and spotting your boys from afar. " Uh...[Name]? " He felt kind of nervous, the boys were staring at him dead in the eye as he inched closer to you, feeling a bit scared.

" Yeah? I'm at the park right now. " You felt someone tap your shoulder, you lift the phone away from your ear and turned to face him, " What's wrong? " You ask, before getting back on the call. " Mhm, I'll be going to the store on my way home, you guys want anything? " You answered, hearing Jefferson from the other line.

While Jefferson was interviewing you, Madison and Burr kept their eyes on your brother, their glares becoming sharper the more Samuel would inch closer or touch you. " There's people looking at us... " He tugged on the hem of your shirt as the two strangers kept glaring at him.

Noticing your brother's panicked state, you decide to drop the call, " Ah, I'm sorry babe, I'll call you later. " You didn't wait for him to talk since you knew he wouldn't hang up. " What was that, Sammy? " You turn back to him as he points to the tree. " There were people glaring at us... " He was slightly shaking, he's had social anxiety ever since the incident with Hamilton so that was another reason why you two never met in public often.

" Hey, no one's there, and if there was then I would never let them hurt you. " You softly ruffle his hair, pulling him into a hug as you patiently wait for him to calm down. " T-Thanks [Name], I don't know what I'd do without you... " He stuttered as you rubbed circles on his back, " You'll always be my little brother, no matter how much you outgrow me. " You chuckle lightly.

Meanwhile, your boys were fuming with jealousy and anger mixed with sadness as they take countless pictures of you and Samuel hugging as proof when they confront you later at home. " I can't believe she's actually cheating on us... " Madison seemed so down with Burr comforting him and Jefferson plainly staring at you two with hurt in his eyes.

" I say we go and confront her, right here, right now. " He narrowed his eyes as he turns to his lovers, who looked back with unsure eyes. " Can we at least wait for the guy to go? I might just kill a man today. " Burr scowled, still holding Madison in his arms, the shorter boy was starting to get sick in his stomach at the thought of you leaving them.

" If you want, I'll call George and he can take you home, or I could take you home? We can meet some other time if you're not feeling well. " You place your hands on both his shoulders as he hesitates with what to choose, " It'll be fine, it's not like I'll suddenly be gone, I don't want to spend the day, knowing you're uncomfortable. " You reassure him with your words, taking out your phone and prepared with whatever he would decide.

" No, I'm fine. Maybe it was just my imagination. " He paused as you quirk a brow, " We haven't been in touch for almost 6 months and I missed you so I won't let my overthinking get the best of me. " He met your eyes with seriousness as you sigh, " I can't say no to that face. " You pinch his cheek as he squirms, laughing lightly afterwards.

" Wanna go and eat some ice cream? I know it's your favorite. " You winked playfully as he nodded, following you like a lost puppy.

+×+

It was 4 pm when you checked your watch, you still had to do some grocery shopping so you and Sammy decided to head there before going home. " Today's been fun, thanks for spending it with me. " He smiled as you nodded, " Pft, you sound like a guy on a first date, George wouldn't like this if he didn't know I was your sister. " You chuckle, reaching for a box of cereal on the top shelf.

" Yeah, we wouldn't like this either. " You heard a familiar voice as you turn to see your lovers, clearly annoyed as Samuel stays still beside you. " Hey! What are you guys doing here? " A smile instantly turned up on your face as you try to hug Jefferson but Burr gently pushed you away.

You chuckle nervously, " What's wrong? You usually love my hugs, and James, why aren't you looking at me? " You ask, now a bit confused as to why they seemed so distant. " Probably because he's still processing the fact that you cheated on us. " Burr scoffed, glaring as you become even more confused.

" Me? Cheat? With who? " You look at the three of them, pure confusion as Samuel inched behind you, getting intimidated by Jefferson, who kept glaring at him. " Oh, stop pretending [Name], you're even hiding him from us when he's literally behind you? " Burr wasn't the type to get mad, so you were in complete shock as you look at them wide eyed.

You turn to Samuel, who was now crouching and hiding behind you, the more seconds pass, the more you got confused until you finaly pieced the puzzle together.

" Loves, I'm not cheating on you, this is my brother, Samuel Seabury. " You had an awkward smile as their faces slowly lost the tension whilst they stared at your brother with a blank expression. " Uh, hi. " Your brother waved a little as your lovers look at both of you.

They looked speechless before James finally sighed, " I told you this was a bad idea. " He muttered as you burst into laughter, " Now that you say it, you two do look kinda the same. " Aaron squinted his eyes as your brother lightly chuckled.

" Oho? The Thomas Jefferson is actually speechless for once? " You giggle, noticing him still zoning out beside Aaron. James nudged him by the elbow as the taller man cleared his voice, " Of course not, it just took me a second to process that. " He replies as you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You jump ever so slightly as you see Geroge behind you with an amused face. " Oh hey! You here to pick up Sammy? " You step back a bit, feeling a bit intimidated by his height, actually, both you and James were surrounded by titans. " Yes, but before I go, may I ask who these men are? " He moved his gaze up to your boys, and back down because you and James were tiny.

You sneak in between James and Aaron, " These guys, are my wonderful boyfriends! " You beam as he tilts his head, a small o forming on his lips as Samuel holds his boyfriend's hand. " [Name], you naughty little girl. " He teased as you blushed furiously, you certainly didn't expect that kind of answer.

" Well, she's our naughty little girl. " You felt Thomas' grab your ass from behind as you let out a squeak. " A-Anyways! I think you guys should go! I can continue shopping with them, I know you're probably tired too. " You slip out of their grip, hugging your brother tight and ruffling his hair on your tippy toes.

" I'll see you next month? " He asks as you nod, smiling as you smack George on his back for his little comment earlier. You heard a few chuckles from behind as Samuel waved goodbye, having his own ass grabbed by George. You giggled as he lets his hand go and pushes him away from your sight.

" I didn't know you had a brother. " Aaron came up from behind, a relieved look on his face since they really thought you cheated. " You guys really think I'd waste my time with some other guy when I have all of you? " You play off sarcastically, pulling them all in a group hug which also consisted a lot of kisses.

" I'm sorry we doubted you, sweetheart. " James apologized, out of the three of them, he was most likely the one that would've stopped the other two from doing ridiculous things like this, but it seems like his worries got the best of him.

You flash a grin at him, squishing his cheeks back into a smile, " It's okay! Thomas and Aaron are pretty hard to handle all alone. " You snicker, whispering to James as you felt Thomas' hands snaking around your waist, pulling your back to him. " Heeeey, I wasn't done talking to Maddyyy. " You whine, as you felt him turn you around and flick you on the forehead.

" Ow! What's that for? " You hiss as he lets you go, " For making us worry, " he paused, looking at Aaron which made you even more confused, " And we'll give you a little something later for being good to us. " You felt his breath near your ear, a blush instantly formed on your cheeks as you went to your cart to go back to shopping.

" I'll take up that offer. "

You glance a grin at them before running to another aisle whilst pushing the cart. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be mistaken once in a while.

#hamilton #hamilton the musical #samuel seabury #thomas jefferson #aaron burr #james madison #poly demo-reps #des vu #daveed diggs #thayne jasperson #leslie odom jr #oak onaodowan #poly oneshots #x reader #poly demo-reps x reader #jefferson x reader #madison x reader #burr x reader

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gray-anxiety · 5 years

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“The rain... it’s calming.” | Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: Language, messy fuckin plot because why not-

“And 90% chance of storms later this hour. Stay safe, Folks!” The weatherman signed off for the morning. You had already been up for five hours, but since it was a Sunday, Thomas slept in as much as he could. Hamilton drained him beyond belief to the point where Thomas would come home from work and collapse on the couch.

You turned off the TV and sighed knowing that you should wake up Thomas after his weekend hibernation. Getting up off of the chair and sauntering over to your shared room, you quietly tried to open the shut door, knowing that your dog might wake up Thomas not so kindly if startled. Mentally congratulating yourself after bypassing only one of many obstacles, you carried on to the black bed occupying with a snoring Thomas.

Muted streams of sunlight barely came through the layers of decorative curtains near the king-sized bed. Your dog, Levi, was sleeping soundly nestled deep in the faux sheepskin rug, whining every once in a while. Finally, you crept towards the sleeping Jefferson and brushed a few stray curls out of his face. The light perfectly shown Thomas’ peaceful face. His eyebrows furrowed into a frown, forming a pouty look on his gorgeous caramel face.

You kissed his forehead and played with his curls as he finally started to awaken from his slumber. Thomas rolled to lay on his back, rubbing his eyes afterward to finally open them; revealing loving mocha orbs focused only on you.

“Mornin’ Darlin’.” Thomas’ southern drawl came out especially heavy whenever he was tired, leaving you to internally ‘uwu’. You chuckled as Thomas took your hand to kiss it.

“Hi, Asshole. It’s 10. You might want to get up.”

“Ah shit, seriously?”

“C’mon, we still have leftover pizza from last night.”

Thomas, slowly but surely, emerged from the pile of blankets only in his boxers. Of course, any other time you’d be drooling over your boyfriend’s body, but you were determined to drag his ass out of bed since you magically felt productive about doing anything today. You threw Thomas some shorts, only mumbling ‘get some shorts on, idiot.’ before walking out of the bedroom to go back on the couch.

Thomas walked out of the bedroom shortly after, immediately picking you up so he could sit down and hold you.

“Hi.” Thomas mumbled

“Hey, doofus.” You responded, tucking your head underneath his chin.

“Is this why you woke me up?”

“Yup.”

The two of you stayed like that, listening to the soft breathing that emitted from the two of you and the rain that came shortly after. Thomas laid his head on yours and whispered to what seemed like to anyone who would listen:

“These days are the ones that are filled with the most peace. The rain... it’s calming for me in a way.”

You curled up to Thomas more and smiled, mumbling some inaudible words of agreement until you finally succumbed to your peaceful trance once more. Productivity can be thrown out the window for now.

#thomas #thomas jefferson x reader #thomas jefferson #hamilton the musical #modern hamilton #thomas jefferson x reader fluff #marie joseph paul yves roch gilber du motier marquis de lafayette #lin manuel miranda #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #lafayette imagine #thomas jefferson imagine #x reader #oneshot #hamilton x reader

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writers-block246 · 3 years

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Hey! Can you please make a fluffy Daveed Diggs one shot where the reader is in his lap while he’s working on songs and he just holds her and kisses her while he works 🥺

Yes ofc! Sorry for the delay, life has been super hectic lately! I hope you like it :)

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You loved days like these. Slow, lazy days where you had nothing to do.

Daveed, however, seemed to have everything to do.

Currently, you were sulking on the bed, reading your favorite book, as you watched him at his desk, diligently working on his songs. You were proud of him, you really were, and you loved that he was so passionate about his work. But can you really be blamed for wanting to spend time with your boyfriend? He had been at it for hours now, and you were desperately craving his attention. And you were determined to get it.

“Daveed?”

He hummed. “Yes, baby?”

“When do you think you’ll be done?” you whined.

“I won’t be too much longer, sweetheart.”

You sighed. “Babe, I love you, but that’s what you said an hour ago.”

Chuckling softy, he said: “I know, Y/N. I’m sorry, but I really have to get this done.”

You huffed and turned back to your book, a frown pulling at the corners of your lips.

You were about to give up and take a nap, as you were sick of waiting for your boyfriend, when an idea struck.

Smirking slightly, you quietly slipped off the bed. You made your way across the room and to Daveed. Once you reached him, you slowly ran your fingers down his shoulders until you reached the arms of the chair.

Daveed met your eyes, a question present upon his lips. “Y/N? What are you doing?”

A grin overtook your features. “What I should’ve done a long time ago,” you responded.

You grasped the arms of the chair, and pulled him farther away from the desk, giving you just enough room to slip onto his lap and wrap your arms tightly around him.

He laughed heartily, “This is what you should’ve done a long time ago?”

Tucking your face into the crook of his neck, you mumbled: “Well, it got your attention didn’t it?”

Neither one of you could keep the smiles off of your faces. “I guess I could use a break,” he said, as he held you tighter against him, laying his head upon yours and beginning to pet your hair.

Sighing contentedly, you nuzzled further into him, humming as he massaged your scalp.

Gentle fingers found their way under your chin, lifting your face to meet his. Tenderly, he brought his lips to yours, small pecks turning into deeper kisses. Smiling into the kiss, you began to giggle.

Daveed pulled back, softly caressing the side of your face. His eyes travelled across your features, a look akin to awe in his eyes.

A blush formed on your cheeks, and you glanced away shyly. “What?” you mumbled with a nervous chuckle.

It took him a moment to respond. “You’re just so fucking beautiful,” he murmured breathlessly.

Your blush only worsened at his words, and you tucked your face back into the crook of his neck to hide it. A grin formed upon your lips, and you pressed a smile-filled kiss against his neck. Giving a noise of appreciation, he pulled you as close as possible, allowing warmth to fill your limbs. Once more, you burrowed further into him as your eyes began to drift closed.

Just before you were pulled into the depths of sleep, you heard a quiet “I love you” spoken into your ear.

You really did love days like these.

-Admin Cheyenne :)

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valwrite · 4 years

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empty lighter; daveed diggs

masterlist

summary: it’s fascinating, the things people leave behind in our lives. memories, possessions, scars, emotions. over the course of his life, daveed had collected so much from people who he’d left behind. but all he has left of her is a lighter and a broken heart.

warnings: angst, fluff, suggestive content, way too many cigarettes.

fic style: oneshot.

word count: 11.4k

author’s note: ah! it’s finally here! my first ever oneshot on this blog. hopefully, you guys enjoy reading it. is it the best writing in the world? no. but it doesn’t matter, i’m so proud of myself for actually getting back into writing, to the point where i was able to start and finish an 11k word fic. i’ve edited this over 10 times, so if there’s still an error in it, i’m going to cry. feedback, likes and reblogs are 100% appreciated!

December, 2015

Sweat was in the air and, with it, a scent one would hardly call enjoyable. With his behind comfortably sat in a cushioned bar stool, the man done his best to ignore the scenery of the busy club: the ever moving mass of bodies on the dance floor; the headache inducing remix of California Girls, which the evening's DJ was playing for what felt like the millionth time that night; the sight of his best friend hitting on some poor unsuspecting girl just trying to order drinks for herself and her friends. Instead, he focused on the drops of condensation and the pattern they left behind as they dripped down the side of his glass.

The speakers began to play yet another remix. Daveed rolled his eyes and welcomed another sip of his drink, this time not returning the glass to the counter top until the caramel liquor was all gone. The burning feeling was familiar and anchored him down in reality, a bitter yet accepted reminder that, once again, he found himself in the same situation he'd been in for over a year: alone, while being surrounded by sweating bodies. Sat at a bar, his friend off chasing some nameless girl and nothing but his loneliness, which only grew with each breath he drew, to keep him company.

His friend, Rafael, made eye contact with him and beckoned him over. So he stood but made no attempt to approach and discover whatever plan Rafa had in store for him. He knew the blonde haired man just a little too well at that point. He knew that the man was desperate to get his friend back to the state he'd been in four months prior, where every night was a thrill and an opportunity to get tangled up in some sheets with a pretty stranger and some pain numbing lust. In Rafa's weak defense, he had no idea what had switched in his friend to revert him back into a self pitying mess. He hadn't bore witness to the scene Daveed had stumbled upon all those months ago, a scene which sent him rapidly spiraling back to the rut he'd been stuck in the first two months after the break up.

Daveed shook his head, his wilder than usual curls bouncing from side to side as he focused on getting his mind off of the break up, off of the ring store, off of her. He couldn't afford another night of wasted tears. He headed in the opposite direction of Rafa and found himself breathing fresh air for the first time in hours as he stepped out on to the busy New York street. A car honked in the near distance and the street lights just about matched the neon lights which had lit up the club but Daveed felt as though a weight had been lifted off of his chest. Clubs had always been a part of his social and professional life yet recent events had left him feeling claustrophobic inside them. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't like that this was his social life again. Nights spent in clubs, mornings spent with uncaring strangers, afternoons spent in regret and nausea. Where had the nights of home cooked meals gone? The mornings he'd spent shielding his beloved from the harsh light of the rising sun? The afternoons where it didn't matter what wasted the time away, all that mattered was the hand clasped tightly in his and the woman it belonged to? He wanted them back.

Daveed wanted her back.

He'd been so consumed in his own thoughts that, when he finally focused in on his surroundings again, he was only a block away from his apartment and the club was long behind him. He figured he could text Rafa once he got inside, he'd understand why Daveed walked out. He probably already knew. A shy voice calling out his name caught his immediate attention and Daveed paused mid step. The voice seemed familiar, comforting, adoring. His breath caught in his throat and he swore he was dreaming. It took a moment or two for him to turn around and face his pursuer.

Disappointment burst forth inside him but he had to conceal the drop in his smile, especially when he noticed the young girl who was smiling at him with a gleam of excitement in her eyes and a familiar logo printed on her black t-shirt. He hadn't been dreaming, just delusional.

The fan was kind enough. She'd shyly asked him for a picture before gushing over how excited she'd been at one of last week's shows at the theater. Her brief mentioning of clipping. had meant more to Daveed than anything else she'd said, which he knew was a little selfish of him but he couldn't help it. Clipping., unlike the current Broadway show he was a part of, was truly something that was his to own. Sure, there were two other guys involved along with him, but the words he spat and the emotions and meanings laced within them were all Daveed's. To have it gain praise was a direct boost to his ego.

With a happier feeling installed in him, Daveed found himself unlocking the door to his apartment. He didn't bother untying his laces, his shoes simply being kicked off and left near the front door as he made his way into the familiar apartment. He ignored the state the place was in and dropped down on to the comfort of the leathered loveseat, finding some form of tranquility in the disorganization of his own belongings. It somehow made the place feel closer to home. Despite the fact he'd been staying there since pre-production of Hamilton, Daveed still felt disconnected. Not just to the apartment but the whole city. Perhaps, he felt too loyal to the Bay area to allow himself to get too comfortable with living on the east coast. More likely, it had to do with the fact she wasn't there with him, like she was supposed to be, like they'd both agreed.

Engraved in his mind was the memory of Y/N 's face, lit up with glee as she strolled in and out of the different rooms of the place, her voice rising in volume as she ranted and raved about all the ways they could set up the apartment- their apartment, a first of many homes together; god, just thinking of it brought a smile to his face and a dizzy feeling to his head-, and her list of all the ways they could spend any free time they could get: the little cafes they could visit, the monuments they could see, the streets they could walk. He could so vividly remember pulling her into his arms, his lips confidently claiming her own against them. He held her there for their own little infinity, one hand fisted in her hair, the other splayed out against her lower back as her own softly grabbed at his jumper and held him down to her, as if he'd ever dream of leaving her. Her soft laughter had echoed off the walls as she pulled away. He couldn't stand having his mouth off of her and settled with peppering kisses down her exposed neck whilst she jokingly accused him of just wanting her to shut up. He didn't even know how to begin to explain how far from the truth that was. That, in reality, he'd just felt such a desperate need to have her against him because he wasn't entirely sure if she was real or if the life and relationship they'd built together had been nothing but a cruel dream of his. She was too good, her love was too good and he, a man who's career was built off of his eloquence and mastering of word play, was at a complete loss for words when it came to loving her. Heavy breathing and discarded clothing was the way he'd chosen to express his love that evening, breaking in their new apartment. The very same apartment where their relationship would come to an abrupt end no more than two weeks later.

There was a pain growing in Daveed's chest, which he could only imagine was a side effect of his shattered heart attempting to continue beating. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He already knew it was Rafa before he even looked at the screen and answered the call.

“Hey man!” Rafa's cheery voice burst through the speaker and Daveed pulled the phone back from his ear, not having expected the volume of his friend’s voice or the questionable Cotton Eyed Joe remix in the background. “Where'd you go? I got a couple girls here that were looking forward to meeting you!”

“Yeah, I... I'm meeting Oak early tomorrow, got some magazine the cast is doing a shoot for.” In his own defense, Daveed wasn't lying. There was a photo shoot and he was meeting Oak in the morning but that wasn't the reason he'd left.

If Rafa knew his friend was evading the truth, he thankfully kept it to himself. “Ah, so the princess needs her beauty sleep? Your loss, man.”

“Yeah, yeah. Stop wasting your time on me and go enjoy yourself.”

“Have fun with your face masks and beauty creams! Oh, and Daveed?”

“Yeah?”

“Don't try shaving yourself tomorrow, leave it to the professionals. Don't want any nasty cuts on that precious face.”

Having hung up, Daveed carelessly flung his phone down on to the couch and watched it bounce once before laying flat on it's screen. The walls of the apartment were beginning to suffocate him, so much unfilled and unused space now suddenly feeling like it was caging him in, mocking him, taunting him with every echo of his own breathing that bounced off the walls. There was an itching in his lungs and his fingers had began to fiddle with themselves.

Daveed wasn't a particularly anxious person. Yet, anxiety was swelling in his throat and he ashamedly knew why. With his head hung low, Daveed blindly reached for the square packet and the cylinder lighter and headed straight for the balcony door. Opening it, he allowed the outside world to infiltrate his senses once more and it stole away some of his loneliness. The noise and lights and traffic were all a sign of life beyond his own, evidence that he wasn't truly alone in the world. Any loneliness he faced was product of his own creation, an isolation he'd comfortably settled with.

He hadn't put his whole life on pause. No, Daveed wasn't that careless. He woke up every morning and walked out the front door, prepared to face the day with as earnest of a smile as possible. He'd laugh with friends, speak with fans, give his all in his performances. But the feeling of longing would never truly leave him. Rafa could see it, most of the Hamilton cast too. They all knew there was an unspoken part of Daveed that was in denial of her absence. They could see it in the way his eyes never lingered much on beautiful women; in the way he kept her picture in his dressing room; in the way he still carried his part of their matching keyrings. But, what else could they do other than be there for him? She'd walked out with his lifeline and had left nothing but a Daveed shaped shell, hollow and devoid of life, just waiting for the day she walked back into his arms. He was pathetic. Foolish. Selfdestructive.

And so painfully in love with Y/N, even though it no longer seemed fair to feel that way.

The metal handrail was cold to the touch as he let his hands run over it, his eyes gazing down at the active nightlife below. His hands robotically opened the packet and out of it he pulled a cigarette. The nicotine stick found itself resting between his plush lips. The lighter was sparked up, the cigarette set a light and an inhalation of sweet smoke was taken. He'd always felt smoking alone was one of the most solemn of experiences. A couple more drags were taken before he became fixated with the lighter in his hand. He lit it up just to watch the flame dance, not a care in the world for the wasted lighter fluid. It didn't take much longer for his treacherous mind to drift towards the empty lighter inside his sock drawer and, most importantly, the memories attached to it.

A younger Daveed, freshly off stage and with sweat drying into his skin, had pushed past the drunken messes and the grinding pairs to escape for a breath of fresh air and a cigarette. Standing up in front of a crowd was a thrill, truly, but Daveed was still shy at his core and the hyperawareness of his own performance brought on a stress only nicotine could soothe.

The exit had taken him out into a back alley. The bass of whatever song was playing indoors could still be felt but the street was thankfully pretty calm, no one else there but another smoker and a couple making out further down from the door. A few steps out into the alley and he stopped, bending his right leg at the knee to perch his foot back against the brick wall as his hands occupied themselves fishing out a cigarette.

“Shit.” A curse escaped him as the realization hit that he'd forgotten to bring a lighter with him. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth and huffed, a hand running through his curls. Maybe he wouldn't be getting that stress reliever that evening after all.

“Need a light?” Daveed nearly jumped at the unexpected voice, his foot slipping off of the wall and his back straightening. When his eyes landed on a girl, who was wrapped up in an oversized jacket and had her arm outstretched with a blue lighter dangling between her fingers, he was certain she hadn't been there when he'd stepped outside. Egotistically, he wondered if she'd perhaps followed him. Stupidly, he wished she had.

Daveed caught himself before he could stare at her for too long, reluctantly pulling his eyes away from her face down to the lighter she was still offering. With gratitude, he took it from her grasp and put it to good use. Seconds later, his lungs were filling with poison and his face with relief. Turning his attention back to her, he found the girl already staring at him. Unlike most, she didn't avert her gaze in shame of being caught. She only focused more intently on him, a ghost of a smile presenting itself on her features. “Thanks, uh, pretty lucky you came out here.”

“If you want to label me following you as luck, then sure.” The calmness of her voice, the way she shrugged so nonchalantly, the way her side was resting up against the wall and her eyes were shamelessly trailing over him were a hypnotic mixture strong enough for Daveed to nearly miss the words she'd spoke. Had he missheard or had she actually followed him? Freaked out would be the normal response. Flattery is what took it's place in Daveed, though. “That was quite a performance, very... lively.”

“Yeah,” A chuckle escaped him and his free hand shot up to rub the back of his neck. “that was one of our tamer crowds, believe it or not. Glad you enjoyed it.”

“I never said I enjoyed it.” The smile had slipped from her face, visually punctuating her words. Then, much to Daveed's relief, she broke out in a fit of giggles and the friendliness in her voice had returned. “I'm only messing! You were amazing but, honestly, the other two of your group are the unsung heroes. They really held it down.”

Daveed wasn't about to deny her statement, knowing fine well just how vital the two men were to him. If he were the ink, they were the paper he wrote on and the pen that encapsulated him. Her praise for them only made Daveed enjoy her company more.

From there, the two continued to partake in casual conversation: her asking about how long clipping. had been a thing, him asking her about her studies and the cold air of the night slowly urging the two to stand closer and closer and closer. There was laughter in the air and comfort in their bones, almost as if the two had been lifelong friends catching up and not two strangers meeting in a back alley. Daveed had long finished his cigarette and he knew his friends would be wondering where he'd disappeared to but he wasn't ready to walk away from the conversation, from her, and so out he pulled another, perching it between his lips. He hadn't had the chance to ask for her lighter, she'd beat him to it and sparked it up. He bent at the knee a little as he leaned down, both of them sharing eye contact whilst she held the flame to it. This time around, Daveed offered the cigarette packet out to her, hoping to repay her in some way.

“I don't smoke, but thanks.”

“You don't smoke, but you carry around a lighter?” His head tilted off to the side and a cheeky grin overtook his face. “You're kinda weird.”

“And you're a charmer, aren't you?” She rebutted, though no offence was really taken. “You're not the only smoker who forgets to bring a lighter. My boyfriend has a habit of doing it, so I carry one around for him.”

The window of hope inside of his mind was shattered by one simple word. Boyfriend. Of course she was taken. She was the kind of girl who you met in the morning and were in love with come the evening.

“Anyways,” Her voice interrupted his disappointment. “you distracted me from the reason I followed you out here!”

“Yeah? And what reason was that?”

“My friend thinks you're hot. Well, no, actually, I believe the exact words she used were "If he can rap that fast, I wonder what else he can do with his tongue. I don't usually climb trees but I could make an exception if the tree looks like him."” She'd used air quotes to signal just what her friend had said and, for the first time since the two had met, Daveed felt bashful. He hadn't expected her to say such a thing, even if it was just mimicking her friend.

“And you wouldn't happen to be this friend?” Daveed teased.

“I prefer my men on the shorter side, thank you very much." Her tongue darted out at him and he laughed. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had someone stick their tongue out as an insult. Maybe in third grade? "My friend wants your number, though. And also wanted me to subtly convince you to invite us to come sit at your table but I'm really too tired to be subtle so, please just invite us.”

They'd returned inside not too long after, together, and off she'd gone to grab her friend to drag her over to Daveed's table. And while her friend was beautiful and flirting with Daveed the whole night, he found himself staring over at the girl from the alley every chance he got. He'd watched her do shots with Jonathan, watched as she and Rafa competed in a thumb war, watched as she'd knocked back a shot as her forfeit for losing. At some point in the night, Daveed had asked for her name and, at another point, she'd told him it was Y/N. And when he finally stumbled back into his own bed that night, his eyes staring up at his ceiling as he flipped the blue lighter in his hand, he thought of her.

Wetness dropped onto his hand and tore Daveed away from the memory playing on repeat in his mind. A single tear sat atop his hand and, in the other, a finished cigarette. Stubbing it out, he dropped the bud into a nearby ashtray and centered himself. Tears stung at his eyes and his breath was shaky but he was determined to push through and talk himself out of a full on breakdown.

Hours later, when sleep was finally coming for him and the warmth of his duvets embraced him instead of her arms, his wandering hands reached deep inside his drawer and pulled out the blue lighter as his eyes slipped shut and his mind drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

A blaring song and a loud buzzing noise woke Daveed up in a startle. He sat up, eyes still half shut and the duvet slipping down his naked chest. The noise persisted and he realized it was his own ringtone, playing from the pocket of his discarded jeans. He cursed under his breath when he stepped out of the bed, his foot landing on something uncomfortable before eventually meeting the soft carpet and giving him the leverage to reach the bottom of his trousers, dragging them over to find his phone screen lit up with Oak's name painted across the screen.

“What do you want?” Daveed was never a morning person and had no shame in this, especially when his sleep was interrupted.

“Good morning Oak! How are you? Oh I'm fine Daveed, how are you?” The overly chipper voice of Okieriete birthed a groan out of Daveed as he dropped back onto the bed behind him.

“It's too early for this, dude.”

“It's ten minutes away from being noon!”

“I rest my case.”

“C'mon man, we were supposed to be catching a ride together to head to the shoot. Now our car is ten minutes away and I arrive at your doorstep to find you're not even awake, never mind ready.” Oak's words were followed by a series of knocks, which Daveed could hear through the phone but also coming faintly from outside his bedroom.

“Shit.” Realizing that, amidst the flurry of pity and nicotine, he'd forgotten to set his alarm, Daveed begrudgingly pulled himself out of bed, tired legs with muscles stiff from sleep carrying him all the way over to the front door of his apartment, all the while Oak berated him over the phone and knocked away at the wood. Twisting the keys, Daveed pulled the door open at last and found Oak stood there, fist raised in mid knock.

“You look like shit.” Oak proceeded to brush past him and, after closing his front door again, Daveed followed the man to find him with his hand knuckle deep in a tub of peanut butter.

“Please, make yourself at home.” It was no more than a mutter under his breath but Oak had heard it and responded with a peanut butter coated middle finger.

The crappy coffee maker was switched on and Daveed went back into the messy bedroom. He'd just pulled some sweatpants over his legs when he heard Oak calling out to him from the kitchen. Slipping one of his t-shirts on, from his ever growing collection of Oakland attire, he made his way back over to the man and the freshly brewed coffee- which, without a doubt, was not going to be warm enough nor sweet enough- only to find his friend had abandoned the jar of peanut spread and instead was flicking through his mail. Despite this, a sip of underwhelming caffeine was more of a priority than questioning Oak.

“Who's Raquel and why is she inviting you to her wedding?” Now that, that was certainly more important than coffee.

Dropping his mug back onto the counter with almost enough force to shatter it, Daveed dove forward and ripped the envelope out of Oak's hands. Just like he'd said, inside of it was a wedding invitation from one Raquel Castro. The very same girl who'd once sent her friend to ask for his number. The very same girl who'd helped him plan out his first date with her best friend. The very same girl who'd been sneakily finding out what Y/N's ring size was only two months before his world came crashing down.

Given the memories he'd recalled the night before, part of Daveed couldn't help but think this invitation was more than a simple coincidence. A week after the break up, Raquel had called him. She'd been angry and accusatory with her words but it stemmed from her own confusion and inability to comprehend why things had ended so hastily between him and Y/N. Daveed couldn't understand it himself either. The call had ended up being the first thing to make him smile in his new found singleness. The two had maintained frequent contact from there on out, casual texts sent between them both just around once every month, Raquel had even taken a trip into New York with her fiancé and stopped by one of the Hamilton performances. But this invite, it had to be some sort of sign from the universe, a sign involving Y/N. Unfortunately, Daveed had not a single clue how to interpret this sign.

It took him a total of nine days to RSVP for the ceremony, playing out the pros and cons of his attendance. The fact Y/N would likely be there was the only pro that was also a con, and vice versa. Maybe he'd find some closure or, at the very least, answers to the questions he'd had on his mind since the day she'd slammed the door shut on their love. More likely, he'd spend the whole night alone at the singles table, nursing some old whiskey and watching her dance the night away in another man's arms.

January, 2016

This time, the DJ seemed to be enamored with some niche European techno music and Lin, a sweating mess on the relatively small dance floor, had become his number one fan. Next to the dancing maniac were the so called Schuyler Sisters, Jasmine and Reneé were busy taking turns dancing with the long haired man whilst Phillipa was losing herself in laughter between videoing the lot of them. Scattered along the club were the rest of the cast and crew. In fact, most of the people Daveed held closest to him were there, all banding together to celebrate something they had in common: him.

For them, it was the celebration of his 34th birthday. For him, it was a pity party for his 2nd birthday in a row without Y/N by his side.

He'd made a vow to not be bitter that night and focus on being grateful for what and who he did have in his life. Thus far, he'd done a good job. For the first night out in months, Daveed hadn't spent the night sat at the bar alone. He'd danced with friends and done shots with strangers and flirted with beautiful women. But it was hard to ignore the elephant in the room. All of his friends were there with their significant others whilst he was there with his bottle of champagne.

Tilting the bottle back, Daveed welcomed the bubbled drink in and gulped several times before dropping it back onto one of the many tables they'd all occupied. Just as he made the decision to stop thinking about her, destiny or the universe or whatever higher being was out there decided it was time for his birthday present.

He could hear the group of girls long before he could see them. A ruckus of screeching and slurred words was approaching and, from the neon bracelets and the sashes draped across scantily clad chests, it was clear as day to him that a bridal party had just entered the building, and they were far from subtle.

His curious eyes found themselves scanning over each girl of the bridal party as they filtered their way over to the other side of the VIP lounge. They were a sea of nameless faces, hooting and cheering like a bunch of frat guys on a night out and, as easy as it would be to find them irritating, Daveed couldn't help but chuckle and enjoy the fact that other people were having a great night. Until his eyes drifted to the back of the group.

At first, it just felt like a coincidence. A dress, laced with familiarity and the color red, which he was sure he'd seen before. But, then again, there were tons of red dresses in the world. Then, the girl looked up from her phone and Daveed felt the wind get knocked out from beneath his feet. Clinging to the table in front of him for support, he watched her smile at her friend.

It was the kind of smile he used to pull from her, whilst they were both spread out on each end of the sofa and a terribly romantic movie playing in the background of their happiness. He'd cheesily recite lines from the movie to her and revel in the way he could still make her blush, even if she hid it with a cringe. And when he'd agree to stop, he'd always tell her he loved her. No cheesy lines, no big words or unrealistic speeches that took place in airports. Just a flat out, honest, sincere “I love you”. Y/N would just smile and he'd already know she loved him back, no words needed.

“Wow buddy, you alright there?” The distinguishable voice of Anthony Ramos cut through Daveed's reminiscing yet his eyes never left her. He was frozen in time, hyper focused on each gesture she made. Most of all, he was desperately trying to spot the ring on her finger. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

Daveed bit back a comment about the ghost being from his past, of a life he could have had. Grabbing a half filled shot glass, he threw it’s contents down his throat, not even grimacing as the liquor stung his nerves. “I'm great. Just tired. S'been a long day, y'know?” His words were a little more unsteady and slurred than he would have preferred but Daveed was sure he'd sounded convincing enough.

“Shots! Shots! Shots!” Anthony chanted enthusiastically over the music, gaining a few glares and side-eye glances from surrounding tables. He truly was the human equivalent of a beagle: energetic, kinda short, great with kids. “Let's go do some! Shots always work great if you're feeling tired.”

“How 'bout you go order us some then, Ant?” Daveed said, at last tearing his eyes away from Y/N and her red dress. “I'm just... Gonna go to the bathroom real quick.”

Daveed would have felt bad for lying to Anthony, he really would have, but he just needed a breath of fresh air. And maybe a dose of poison in his lungs. Out of everyday in which he could have ended up in the same city, in the same club, in the same section as Y/N, of course it had to be the night he'd sworn off thinking about her. How cruel fate seemed to him, not allowing him a break from sorrow.

The January air had a chill to it when it embraced Daveed as he stepped out on to the small balcony, which was really just a metal enclosure that looked as if it was violating some kind of health and safety code. The club music was still audible but it was playing in sync with noise of the city. A siren was ringing in some distance. He placed his vice between his lips, ready to light it up when-

“What's the birthday boy doing out here all alone? Not throwing a pity party, I hope.”

Daveed jolted and watched as the cigarette, now having slipped out of his mouth, fell to the balcony floor and dropped through the metal caging. Biting back a curse, he finally noticed the black satin and a familiar head of blonde hair. She hadn't changed much since the last time he'd seen her. Yet again, it hadn't been long since she'd come to see Hamilton. “Raquel!” His enthusiasm was honest, as was the care he put into the hug he pulled her into.

“If only everyone was this excited to see me, the world would be a better place.” Raquel exclaimed, drawing back from his embrace and cautiously leaning against the handrail, tilting her head down as she looked over the edge. “Didn't mean to startle you, sorry.” A sheepish smile appeared. “But, hey, at least Y/N can no longer claim that I enable your smoking!”

Daveed realized then and there that it was no coincidence that Raquel had come up to him. Sure, it was his birthday, and sure, they were friends. But Daveed had been blatantly staring at his ex, her best friend, and clearly he'd been caught. If if weren't for the calming nature of her voice or the way she looked at him with equal amounts of kindness and pity, Daveed would have walked away from the conversation before it could even begin. But, it was too late now.

“Remember that trip we all took to Cancún? Where she threw the cigarettes you bought me in the bin?” For the first time, Daveed was sharing memories of her with someone else. For months, his reminiscing had been silent, not unnoticed but not shared either. It was almost like he'd been in mourning for so long and, now, he was finally ready to start celebrating the life he'd lost.

“How could I forget? She still owes me ten dollars.” Raquel laughed and he followed, even if he didn't find any humor in their conversation. His was an empty laugh. “Oh! Right! I actually needed to talk to you about something!”

“I'm all ears.”

“It's about the catering at the wedding. I know you're Jewish but I can't remember if you're kosher. Just in case you want us to mark anything non-kosher at the reception.”

“Ah,” Daveed nodded, silently appreciating that she'd even taking the time to ask him. “Don't worry, I'm not that strict about it. Honestly. Thanks for asking though.” By then he'd drawn and lit a cigarette, this time managing to not drop it. He let his eyes scan over her and he found himself unable to stop the small smile which took over his face at the sight of her bridal party wear. “The wedding isn't until August, isn't it a bit early to start up the bachelorette party?”

“This isn't my party, Diggs.” She rebutted, bumping his shoulder with her own as she stole a sip from her champagne flute. “It's a friend of mine's. That's actually why we're in New York.”

They didn't need to define who we was referring to, Daveed knew it was Y/N. If it were even possible, his heart stuttered over a beat. The question was at the tip of his tongue, longing for him to just get it over with. Rip the band-aid off, open up his wound and let it bleed out. Is it her wedding? Somehow, the answer seemed scarier than the question. “Seems everyone's getting married off then, huh?” Like a coward, he never asked.

“What about you, mister Broadway? Any lucky lady in your life?” Surely she knew the answer, considering he hadn't added a plus one on to his wedding reservation.

“No, uh, been too busy. Shows 'n stuff, y'know?” He said, not even convincing himself of his own excuses. And, from the pitiful look she was giving him and the hand she'd placed on his forearm, Raquel wasn't believing him either.

“Have you talked to her, at all? Since things ended between you guys...” She paused, as if searching for the right way to word things. “I just think you guys at least deserve some closure. Your relationship didn't even properly come to an end. One day, you guys were together, the next, well, you were over. Two years of building a life together can't just stop all of a sudden.” Daveed remained silent and Raquel took this as a sign to keep talking. “Sorry if you think it's not my place to say all this. I've been trying to tell her for months now to talk to you but she just won't listen. Not even when we came to your show.”

That had spiked his attention and his eyes widened. His show. The theater. Hamilton. She'd been there, somewhere in the mass of the audience. In anger, he wished he'd spotted her. In pain, he wished she'd have let him know. Now here was their friend, her friend, asking him to talk to her and get closure for them both. Even if it hurt him to think that Y/N was suffering, it hurt him more to think of them truly being over. And that's exactly what closure meant. The end of things. Daveed wasn't ready for her to become a part of his past yet. Besides, last time he'd seen her, Y/N seemed to be doing just fine, with or without closure.

Both of his hands were full from the tray of beverages in to-go cups he'd been sent to purchase for the cast, meaning Daveed had to shoulder his way out of the corner cafe, all the while cursing the fact he'd ever agreed to take part in the childish game of rock, paper, scissors. He'd drawn rock and wound up losing to the rest of the cast's papers. Laughter had echoed as he walked out the theater with a list of everyone's order.

A frustrated sigh escaped Daveed as he lowered the trays onto an outdoor table. Sitting unevenly on the pavement, the table wobbled. Those short three seconds had Daveed near crippled in panic as he watched the drinks shake, some almost toppling over completely. Luckily, they all stayed up right and he wasn't about to find himself buying a whole new order.

“C'mon, c'mon, hurry up.” He muttered under his breath, fingers drumming against the side of his legs, eyes staring down the street with a desperation to spot the familiar face of a fellow Hamilton cast member. He'd texted the group-chat just about ten minutes ago, someone should have been on their way to help him carry the order back.

The blaring of a horn had Daveed looking up from his phone screen. An elderly man was cursing out some taxi driver as he crossed the road, stick waving in the air as unfiltered words fell from his lips. Maybe, if Daveed hadn't stared at the scene before him for so long, he would have never noticed the jewelers directly across the street from him.

Maybe he would have never noticed a man and woman inside the store. Him, with his arm around her shoulder, and her, with her eyes fixated on the display of rings in front of her, and both with smiles brighter than any collapsing star. He watched, throat dry and limbs heavy, as the attendant in the store helped the woman slide on the ring. The engagement ring. She nodded, just one nod, and that's all it took for Daveed's world to implode. Of course, the couple were completely unaware of the heartbreak they were causing as they waited for the ring to be wrapped and bagged. The man had eagerly pulled out his credit card, as if he couldn't wait a second longer to purchase it, and the woman welcomed the bag into her waiting hands, like she was desperate to return the ring to it's rightful home: her left ring finger.

It was selfish, Daveed knew that, but he'd been hoping Y/N was just as torn up by their break up as he still was.

Instead, she was engaged. To another man, another future.

“There you are! God, this place was further than I expected.” Daveed turned his head to see one of the ensemble members, Ariana, approaching him. She smiled and he done his best to return the gesture. “Alright, what ones am I carrying?”

“Oh. Uh,” He blindly grabbed two of the sets of drinks, offering them to her. “these ones. I got the rest.”

“Okay! Let's go, pretty sure poor Leslie is gonna pass out from exhaustion if he doesn't get his dose of coffee soon.” Daveed hesitated following her and, instead, stared back over at the other side of the street. He found the store was now empty of customers and Y/N was no longer there. “Hello? Earth to Daveed!”

“Huh?”

“You okay there? You were just staring off into space for like, 2 minutes.”

“Yeah. Yes.” He swallowed the ball of emotion pent up in his throat and walked over to her, ignoring the little voice in his head telling him to look back. It just wanted to torture him some more. “Just,” He sighed. “thought I saw someone.”

“If she doesn't want to talk, then there's no reason for me to do it. Maybe it's just better for us both if we keep to ourselves.” The reality was that Daveed didn't think he'd be able to get through talking to her even if she did want to speak about it. Not when he'd spend the whole time staring at her hands, at the rock resting on her finger, at the pledge of love and fidelity she'd given to someone else. “So, how's wedding planning been treating you? You excited to just get it over with?”

“A hundred percent!” Raquel laughed and he relaxed, thankful for the fact she'd let him change the topic of conversation. “Don't get me wrong, some of the planning has been fun. Cake tasting? I highly recommend it. And I've got her learning salsa for our first dance. But, yeah, venue planning and the cost of it all has been a bit of a bummer. I'll be glad to never have to do that again.”

“Salsa? Great choice, bring a little flavor into the whole traditional wedding dancing.”

“Yeah! Fuck swaying side to side awkwardly, I'm putting on a performance! It's been a messy journey, planning everything. Even just something as simple as seating arrangements, who the hell knew it was such a process to organize all that crap?” She threw her hands up, the remainder of her champagne sloshing inside of the glass. “But it'll be worth it when I walk down the aisle with her. We're gonna put all other brides to shame in our dresses. Shit, sorry, all I talk about recently is the wedding! You can tell me to stop if you want.”

“It's fine, no worries. You're happy, it's nice.” He felt a tug at his heartstrings all of a sudden, very aware of the fact of how much had changed since the two had first met. It really did fill him with joy to see her so happy. “You deserve it, Kelly.”

“You know I hate being called that, David.” The two old friends laughed in unison after she lightly kicked him with her heeled foot, not even hard enough to leave a scuff on his jeans. “It's crazy, you know, that just about four years ago I was trying to get in your pants. And now I'm a few months away from getting married! To the love of my life! I mean, she's honestly the best thing that's ever happened to me, D, you have no idea.”

He had an idea and it was somewhere else inside the busy club, wrapped in red and the familiar scent of coconut- it had always been her favorite - but he wasn't sure he was allowed to speak about her like Raquel spoke about her fiancé. That was reserved for someone else now. He also held back on pointing out the pitiful fact that it seemed people who pursued him would wind up engaged afterwards.

At some point, they both went their separate ways, back to their respective groups. Daveed eventually threw caution to the wind, a fresh wound on his soul after having seen Y/N urging him on. Every drink he was handed ended up down his throat and, somehow, Lin managed to rope him into dancing to the shitty music with him. They all danced, cramped together in the limited space like canned tuna. When the last song was played, when the last drink had been poured, when the last cab had been hailed, a very intoxicated Daveed found himself stumbling into the apartment of a stranger wrapped in red. The fact she smelt like sweat and lavender was the only downside.

If he hadn't drank so much or gotten so reckless and careless, perhaps his phone wouldn't have been left abandoned among glitter and emptied glasses in the deserted club, it's screen lit up with two notifications:

00:49 am (+81) 03-3***-****: happy birthday, d. i'm glad to see you're having a fun night!

02:18 am (+81) 03-3***-****: you're wearing my favorite shirt of yours.

August, 2016

The sun setting over the horizon burned at Daveed's tired eyes as he stepped off the plane, thankful to be home yet dreading the next day. The whole flight over he'd practically gone through the works of all possible emotions he could feel towards his impending future. Excited, saddened, nervous, happy, frustrated, nervous again. Every possible scenario had played through his mind, ones where the two did not speak, others were they done nothing but speak and one, shamefully, where they done something but it was not speaking.

The wedding was one sleep away and he was no more prepared to be in such close proximity of Y/N than he had been the night of the club or the day on the sidewalk.

His dad had picked him up from the airport, lending him a hand with his limited luggage and pulling his cherished son into a warm hug. The whole drive back to his father's home had been filled with playing catch up, Daveed sharing stories of his cast mates and his father telling him about his new hobby of coaching a local junior basketball team. Daveed was grateful for his dad not asking about Y/N. If it had been his mother, all intentions pure and caring, she would have began to question him on the matter the second he was strapped in to his seat and unable to escape.

His parents had always liked Y/N, that was for sure. And, while it had been a blessing during their relationship to see his mother dote over her like she were her own daughter or to witness her beat his dad at guitar hero, it had become a curse when things had ended. The way things ended did not make matters any better. His own mother had given Daveed the silent treatment for a whole two days after he explained to her how things had gone down.

He fell asleep that night, his bag opened yet not unpacked, in the guest bedroom of his father's home. A belly full of pizza and beer, mind full of worry and doubt.

Hours later, after a shower, a shave and a shit ton of stressing as he pulled on his suit, Daveed found himself parked outside the venue. Finding a parking space had been stressful enough but it was nothing compared to the on-going battle between him and his crooked tie. It had only hit him that morning just how long it had been since he'd had to tie his own tie, too accustomed to his new normal of having a stylist dress him for most formal occasions. Before that, he'd had Y/N.

A few months into their relationship, when he finally felt confident enough to meet her parents, she'd went out of her way to learn exactly how to tie a tie and she'd wordlessly done it for him that evening, his hands too shaky and his nerves too on edge. From there onward, he'd purposefully mess up only to have her stand so close, where he could comfortably lay his hand to rest on her lower back as she worked away at sorting the piece of cloth around his neck.

“That's as good as it's gonna get.” The quiet of his car was filled with his disappointed voice as the less crooked tie stared back at him through the rear view mirror. Despite his words, he gave it one last tug and stepped out of the car.

He hadn't expected to be recognized by so many familiar faces. He probably should have expected some though, these were people who'd been friends to him once upon a time ago. To add tension to an already tense situation, everyone that felt the need to come up to him was dancing around the fact things had ended between him and Y/N and that was why they'd stopped talking to him.

“It's been so long since I've seen you! I've just been swamped with work, you know? And, New York! You were on Broadway. How's Broadway? Must be exciting to be on Broadway!” They'd all have the same excuses to avoid the obvious: they were Y/N's friends first and they'd be hers till the end.

Daveed wished he believed it when he told himself he didn't mind that.

The venue of the ceremony was breathtakingly beautiful and, now sat among (luckily) unfamiliar faces, Daveed took the chance to fully appreciate the scenery.

It was being held within a greenhouse, and in almost every inch of the place there was a strike of greenery. The surrounding walls were made up solely of glass windows, serving as a source of natural light. At the end of the aisle, where the exchanging of vows, crying of happy tears and giving of rings would be taking place, was a beautiful water display, with water so fresh looking it appeared drinkable. And the air? It was smothered in the scent of life: blossoming buds and flourishing flowers and ripening fruits. Splashes of red and yellow, of blue and lilac, of pink and orange effortlessly added more class and detail into the green venue.

If the venue was breathtaking, the ceremony was heartbreakingly tender.

The two teary eyed brides had walked down the aisle with the person they'd chosen to give them away and, by the time they were both facing each other at the makeshift altar, Daveed could already see a stray tear falling down Raquel's cheek. At that, he smiled. And stayed smiling throughout the whole ceremony. Until it came to Raquel's vows. At some point in her big proclamation of love, she began speaking about how her and her bride had first met, about how she hadn't even realized she was being hit on by her and how, when she was asked for her number, Raquel thought she'd just wanted to be friends. She spoke of how two dear friends of her's told her she was being asked out on a date, not just to hang out as friends.

For the first time during the ceremony, Daveed finally looked directly at where Y/N stood in front of the other bridesmaids. He watched as a stray tear slid down her cheek, one she quickly tried to brush away, and her hands tightened around the bouquet they were wrapped around. His own eyes were welling up with tears in just a few seconds. While they weren't the only two in the room carrying tears in their eyes, they were the only two who's tears were made up of missed chances and broken promises and pure, untamed sadness. After all, they’d been there to witness the first meeting of the brides. They’d been together then and now, they were further apart than the stars above.

He'd told himself he'd just steal one last glance at her, remember her as she was next to the altar, all dressed up and looking beautiful albeit sad. His eyes lifted. And there was Y/N staring right back at him, a couple more tears already having fallen from her eyes. The eye contact never wavered between them both and, for the first time in a while, Daveed felt like he was actually being seen for who he really was. And when she smiled, he fell apart.

A tear finally escaped it's cage but Daveed made no attempt to wipe it away.

One luxurious meal later, and quite a few drinks from the open bar, Daveed sat in the very same situation he'd predicted. At the singles table- which was pretty depressing given who his company for the evening was -, with some girl he'd met about an hour ago talking his ears off about her job which he hadn't even asked about, a drink he’d been nursing for half an hour in his hand and his eyes hyper-focused on the dance floor. Taking another sip, he drowned out the stranger’s voice and watched how Y/N laughed at something her dance partner had whispered in her ear.

This was how Daveed had chosen to enjoy the reception: playing a game of “Guess Who’s Marrying The Love Of Your Life?” with every man who so much as approached her. He was thankful her duties as maid of honor kept her so busy, she’d yet to have the chance to notice his incessant watching.

Deciding he’d spotted the fiancé of his kryptonite- the man she’d been dancing with for just over twenty minutes, who she’d been sat next to during the meal, who seemed to make her laugh just as hard as Daveed once had - he pushed back his chair, straightened out the jacket of his suit and headed for his destination.

Heavy footsteps, fists clenched, breathing erratic, Daveed stepped out into the fresh air and made his way over to the concrete railing of the balcony, a balcony far more sturdy and well designed than the one he’d stumbled onto back in January.

The silence and lonesomeness wrapped themselves around Daveed like the softest, warmest blanket on a winter's eve. For the first time since he'd arrived at the wedding celebrations, he'd found a window of peace for himself to take a moment and breathe. Recalling the conversation he'd shared with Rafa before he left for the airport- in which Rafa had been hyping him up and reassuring him he'd enjoy more than regret attending -, Daveed had to admit to himself that he was proud of how he'd done so far. Maybe not in the past hour of self pity with a side of substance abuse, but other than that he'd held himself together pretty well. He'd congratulated Raquel and her official wife, even sharing a dance with both of the women; he'd rekindled friendships, once he and they managed to push past the original discomfort of not having spoken in so long; he'd met some interesting strangers with fascinating stories; he'd ate some of the most lucrative meals he'd ever tasted and bore witness to a demonstration of pure love.

He was enjoying himself.

The only thing that made the evening unpleasant was when he'd finally zeroed in on Y/N and her smile; and the way the lights were making her eyes sparkle; and the way her dress was draped over her skin effortlessly.

The alcohol was beginning to take an effect on him, his mind becoming a little resentful towards Y/N. He'd never once hated her, even if it had been she who'd called quits on them, but he couldn't help blame her now for his situation. How was it fair that she got to move on with her life while he still could barely sit in the same room as her and keep his eyes from watching her every move, her every gesture?

“Shit.” Daveed huffed out over the sound of crickets and the muffled sound of the celebratory music, just as his lighter gave up on him and decided it would not be lighting up the cigarette for him this evening.

“We need to stop meeting this way.” He hated the way the resentment left him with as little as seven words. “People are going to start calling us predictable.”

Sure enough, when Daveed spun on his heel to face the balcony doors, there she was in all her glory, arm stretched out and lighter in hand. He wondered if she carried it around for her new man. Out here, her eyes were a lot less sparkling, her dress a lot less light, her smile a lot less wide but Daveed didn't find her any less ethereal. He never did.

“Uh,” She'd cleared her throat and Daveed felt embarrassment creep in. Here she was, perfectly composed and unaffected by him, whilst he was just as nervous as the day they had their first date; the day he'd first told her he loved her; the day he asked her to move to New York. “thank you.” He plucked the lighter from her and hit the clipper.

“No problem.” She took a sip of the glass in her hand and approached him more, till they were stood in parallel, shoulders an inch away from brushing, staring off into the dark abyss of the night that lay past the grounds of the vibrant wedding. “I see you got stuck sitting next to cousin Delia. On a score of one to ten, how bad is your headache?” Why was it so easy for her to joke around with him?

“Probably a solid seven. She talks a lot but at least there's never time for awkward silence with her.” He pulled in a drag and held back a groan when not even the nicotine could untense his muscles. “The ceremony was beautiful, you must be so happy for Raquel.”

“Yeah.” She sighed dreamily, head turning back to look at the balcony door, as if she were remembering just how beautiful indoors was. “I'm so glad everything went smoothly, they were both so stressed during the planning but it turned out exactly how they wanted.”

“They're lucky to have each other.” Why couldn't he see her engagement ring? Was she hiding it from him, out of pity? Did she know he was hung up on her? Daveed had spent so many months missing her only to resent the time he was spending with her. Stood on that balcony, hardly any space between them, Y/N had never felt further away. “So, how've you been? Like, work and shit.”

“I've been... good. Yeah, good.” There was a pause and they stood in silence, her staring off into space, him staring at her face. “I took the job, in the end, so there's that. Moved to Japan, got to have some new experiences and make new friends. Tried Sashimi, realized I do not like Sashimi. Oh! I got to watch cherry blossoms bloom. Just, yeah, I've been good.” She didn't tell him what he'd wanted to hear about. “How about you?”

“I've been great. Honestly. Work has been on the up and up since the show opened on Broadway, I’ve got some acting jobs lined up. Done some photo-shoots, made more music. Every night, there was another celebrity in the crowd. I mean, the President invited us to perform in the white house. I've been great in other parts of my life too, made some incredibly interesting friends.” Is everything Daveed wishes he said.

Instead, he said this: “Awful. I've been doing shit, for a while now.”

“D.” He couldn't help but hate the fact she called him by that. “I don't think we should get into this at Raquel's weddi-”

“Then when, Y/N?” Oh, he had not meant to sound so confrontational. Unfortunately, the little voice in his head that made up his ego was enticing him to keep going. “Ten years from now? Fifty? Oh, or should we do it at your wedding? I can't put this off any longer, alright? I'm miserable and,” He tried to compose himself, eyes squeezed shut and hands shoved in pockets. “and it's your fault. So no, we're having this conversation. You don't get to just meet someone new and act like what happened between us meant nothing, whilst I'm left frozen in a time where a reality TV star isn't our President and you're mine. Ok? I need to move on but I can't if we don't get closure.”

“It's my fault? Meet someone new!?” She was using the same tone of voice she'd used that night, when the fight to end it all first broke out. “Daveed, you ended things between us, not me. Or did you forget?”

“Weird, I don't remember breaking up with a guy named Daveed and slamming the door shut on my way out.” He stepped back, dropping the wasted cigarette into an ashtray. “But I remember you doing something along those lines.”

“Well, do you remember the part where your girlfriend told you she'd just been offered her dream job and all you had to say was that you two needed to break up?”

“The job was in Tokyo!”

“Oh! So, it was okay when I made the sacrifice of moving to New York with you but you couldn't just deal with some long-distance dating?”

“What did you want me to say, Y/N?” Up until then, their voices had been rising in volume but this time Daveed was softly spoken. “I was happy for you. But I also realized how much things wouldn't work between us. Between Broadway and you being all the way in Japan and the time difference, when would there be time for us?”

“If you really want something, there's always a way.” Y/N said, resting her back against the balcony ledge. “Maybe you just didn't want us, enough.”

“You didn't have to leave though.” He followed suit, back against ledge and feet crossed. “Yeah, I messed up and said something I didn't mean out of fear of losing you, but you didn't have to take my advice and actually walk out the door.”

“How was I supposed to stay after that? It stung, D. I thought you had more faith in us. But you weren't wrong, I guess hearing you say we'd have to break up made me realize just how much the job change would really effect us both. I think we both played our part in ending things- Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” One second, Daveed had been quietly reflecting on her every word. The next, spilled champagne was seeping through his white shirt.

“It's, uh, fine. No worries. I'll just go try get this off me.”

“Let me help!”

As a man, Daveed was shocked to see just how perfectly clean and nice smelling the female restroom was. Everything seemed to sparkle in the light. He had traded leaning his back against the balcony banister for leaning it against the counter top of the sinks, his own hands wiping at his shirt with paper towels Y/N was handing him. She'd quickly and carefully dragged him into the toilets and stripped him of his suit jacket, all the while apologizing again and again for having soaked him.

Surprisingly, he didn't care.

“You can be honest with me, you know.” He glanced at her before refocusing on his shirt. They'd been talking lightly, of things that held no real value but were preferred over the discussion on the balcony. “You can tell me if you found someone new.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Nothing, really. I just, I saw you. A few months ago. You were getting fitted for an engagement ring with some man at your side.”

“Do you mean my cousin? Who was planning a proposal for his girlfriend?” He could see the amusement on her lips as she handed him another paper towel. He felt his heart rate pick up. “My turn. Why didn't you answer my text? If you were doing so bad, wouldn't you want to talk it out as soon as possible?”

“Text? What text?”

“The one I sent you on your birthday? We were in the same club but, I don't think you saw me.”

“Oh, I saw you. I think you were all I saw that night.” He instantly regretted what he said. “I mean, I lost my phone that night. Haven't seen it since.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.”

Silence kept them apart for the rest of the time. Eventually, Daveed decided his shirt was as dry as it was going to get. Then, he felt it. Y/N, without missing a beat, reached up and adjusted his tie. Both their breaths caught in their throats. The silence between them became tension. In a matter of seconds, everything was turned around, literally. She was hoisted up on the counter and he was stood between her spread legs, his hands on her hips and hers going back and forth between running through his hair and gripping on to his damp shirt. They were doing their best to keep quiet, swapping moaning out for heavy breathing.

Daveed was struggling to think straight, between the familiarity of her skin and the scent of coconut, it was as if they'd spent no time apart. Suddenly, anyone else he'd slept with between their break up and now hadn't really counted and this was the first time he was being touched in years.

When it was over, he was speechless and she was incapable of not speaking.

“Okay, so, um, I'll sneak out first and then you just, wait in here for five minutes. Then slip out. That way, no one has to see us both exit the bathroom together. Okay, great catching up, see you when I see you. Bye!”

By the time he came back to his senses, he was stood alone in the female bathroom, the top button of his shirt undone and his tie discarded on the floor. He shoved it into his back pocket and slipped on the jacket of his suit, not bothering to even discreetly leave the toilets. Luckily, no one noticed him.

Returning to the event hall, he instantly began his search for Y/N but he failed to spot any sign of her. Had she vanished into thin air? Had she even been there?

“If you're looking for Y/N, she just bolted out of here like the floor was on fire. Pretty sure she called a cab but you didn't hear that from me.” He turned to find Raquel staring at him, a smile on her face. “Stop wasting time on staring at me and go get her, lover boy.”

Daveed did not need to be told twice, his history with running track kicking in as he raced out of the hall. He sped down the corridor, dodging any oncoming guests before he burst out of the doors, stepping out into the fresh air. He could see her in the distance, standing with her arms around herself as she shifted from side to side.

“Y/N!” Daveed yelled out as he ran over to her. When she made no attempt to move away from him, he felt hope begin to rise in his soul. “Why'd you leave?”

“Daveed, we don't have to do this. In fact, we shouldn't do this.”

“Have coffee with me.”

“D, I don't-”

“One coffee, that's it. You can even get it in a to-go cup. Y/N, it's just coffee, I'm not asking for your hand in marriage.” He loved the way she was struggling to hold back a smile. “So, what do you say?”

August, 2020

The world from his garden felt calm, peaceful, as if everything wasn't falling to shit in the midst of all kinds of disasters.

It was the middle of the night and, no matter how hard he tried, Daveed couldn't sleep. Even after having more or less quit a few years back, he could tell there was only one thing that was going to calm his nerves. So, creeping out of bed cautiously, he'd reached into his bedside drawer and grabbed the little packet he kept hidden beneath his socks. Maybe it was just the recent times taking a toll on him, quarantine beginning to exhaust him, but Daveed had been feeling more stressed out than ever.

He sighed, one hand rubbing at the sleep in his eye and the other trying to light up his cigarette. Then, he noticed the blue plastic and a whispered “Fuck.” escaped from him. If he'd considered heading back indoors to find his functioning lighter instead of the empty one, it didn't matter because the cigarette and it's packet were plucked away from him by smaller hands.

“You shouldn't be smoking, D.”

“I know, I know, it's bad for my health. Just, a little stressed.” He welcomed the way she wrapped her arms around his waist, molding herself into his side as he wrapped his own arm around her shoulder. “Better now that you're here.”

“Hmm.” She hummed sleepily, squeezing her arms around him some more. “You're so warm. Like, a human hot-water bottle.”

“Just say I'm hot, I already know you're thinking it.” His lips rested on her forehead and the scent of coconut consumed him.

“Why did I agree to marry a man with an ego the size of the Statue Of Liberty?”

“Because that man's love for you is the size of Mount Everest.” He soothingly rubbed her back, feeling himself finally wanting to fall asleep. “Plus, he has really good hair.”

When he fell asleep that night, it was in the same way he'd fallen asleep for the past few years, and how he wanted to fall asleep every night that remained in his time alive: with her between his arms. He'd gone from being as useless, soulless as an empty lighter without her by his side to now, where he never had to worry about not being able to spark up again. He had Y/N and he wouldn't let anything change that. Not distance, time, health, anything.

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a-lonely-ass-hoe · 6 years

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Coffee

Daveed Diggs x Reader Soulmate AU ____________________________________ Another day at the coffee shop, another day of annoying costumers. You would always see couples together and showing off their tattoos. You always thought you would be cool and collected when you met your soulmate so when anyone walked in you would look at them and think hi so in case they were your soulmate you could be cool. It was a slow day so it was pretty boring. You hear the front door bell, telling to someone came in. You look at the man approaching and think "Hot damn, I want his babies-- shit please tell me he's not my soulmate."

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Another day he had actually woken up early, a miracle really. Another great and beautiful day he thought. Although he had not find his soulmate, he was happy and he had feeling something good would happen today. He wanted coffee so he decided he would buy on his way to work. When he entered he saw a girl looking at him "Shit do I have something on my face, she's so cute though. Fuck what if she's my soulmate. ABORT ABORT!" He calmly walks up to her and sees her arm, she looks at his arm too. They both stare at each others arm and their own, reading the phrase. Both are a blushing mess at this point.

"Daveed Diggs" He says smiling with his hand out trying not to laugh at her first thought.

"Y/N Y/L/N" she says trying not to laugh at his "ABORT ABORT" at the end.

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twisted-broth · 7 years

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Work to Do- Jefferson x Reader

Reader gender: female Warnings: swearing A/n: mmm this kind of sucks but okay. Please request things! Thanks. Word count: 1348

Modern AU

“Psst, Y/n.” Thomas hissed as he jabbed a pencil into your back. You ignored him, trying desperately to copy down everything your professor said. “Y/nnnn.” He whined, drawing out the last syllable of your name for several seconds. “Fuck off, Jefferson.” You growled as you furiously wrote. “She speaks!” He gasped sarcastically. “You realize no one in this lecture hall is talking except you, right?” “And you.” “Only because you made me.” “I didn’t do anything of the sort.” “L/n! Jefferson! Quiet!” The professor ordered. “Now look what you’ve done.” You muttered. He scoffed, but relaxed back in his seat, finally turning his attention away from you. Thomas was one of your best friends but, my god, can he be annoying. The professor brought her lecture to a close and announced that you were finally free to leave.

Thomas caught your arm as you swung your bag over your shoulder. “What do you need, Jefferson?” You sighed, anxious to get out of your last class of the day. “I need you to do something for me.” He explained as you walked out of the lecture hall. “Sounds exhausting.” “C’mon!” He sang, “It’s easy, anyone can do it!” “If anyone can do it, then someone who’s not me can do it.” You countered. “It’s easy, but only you can do it!” He exclaimed, exasperated. “What is it?” He hesitated, thinking of what to say. “I can’t tell you.” He decided. You sighed dramatically. “Well, you know I can’t pass up a mystery.” You emphasized as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “That I do.” He confirmed. “So where are we going?” You asked as you followed him down the crowded hallways. “My car.” “And where are we going once in your car?” “Somewhere.” “How specific.” You rolled your eyes as you exited the school and walked through the maze of cars in the parking lot. Once you reached the expensive looking red car, (you think you remember Thomas saying it was a Lamborghini), Thomas pulled open the door for you before walking over to the driver's side and getting in himself. He pulled a ringing phone out of his pocket and pressed it to his ear before starting the car. “Hey James, what’s shakin?” He asked. “Good to hear, we’re leaving now. Yeah, me too. Alright, see ya.” He hung up after the quick conversation and began pulling out of the school parking lot. “You made poor James skip class so he could set up whatever the hell we’re doing?” You sighed. “He was sick, he was going to miss class anyways.” He brushed you off. You sighed as you relaxed in the seat and pulled out your phone, scrolling through Tumblr until the car came to a stop. “Are we here?” You asked, glancing up. “Yeah, but I need you to close your eyes.” He requested. “Thomas, what the fuck are you making me do?” You groaned. “Close your eyes.” He repeated. You sighed before shutting your eyes and letting him guide you out of the car. You walked a ways over soft ground until you were brought to a stop. “Okay, open your eyes.” He told you. You opened your eyes, temporarily blinded by the bright sun. A magenta cloth was laid down on the soft green grass, showing off Thomas’ signature color. On it sat a picnic basket and a bottle of wine plunged into a container of ice. On either side of the blanket, plates silverware and wine glasses were set up. “What did you break?” You immediately asked. “What? No, I didn’t break anything.” He laughed. “This is a date.” He clarifies after seeing your confused look. “A date that you didn’t ask me on.” You crosses your arms over your chest. “I mean I kind of did? Either way, this is our date and we’re going to have a fun time.” He sat down on the cloth and pulled the wine out of the ice, gesturing at the seat across from him. You sighed as you sat down and watched him pour a bubbling white wine into your glass. “Champagne?” You asked, “What are we celebrating?” “Our first date!” He enthusiastically replied, setting down the wine and raising his glass to meet yours. You held back a laugh at his behavior as you clinked your glass against his and took a sip of the wine. “So, what is this, actually?” You asked, carefully setting your glass down on a flat area of ground. “I mean, we’re just friends, you don’t like me that way.” You pointed out, sadness evident in your tone. “Y/n, this wine costed 115 dollars. I have 1,000 dollars worth of cheese in that basket imported from France. Do you think I would spend that much on someone I just considered a friend?” He sighed, turning serious. Jefferson has always seemed pretty shitty when it came to love. It wasn’t a surprise to see him try to buy your affection. “Thomas, I- well I mean thanks, but you didn’t have to do that. You don’t have to buy my love; I don’t want you to. I love you for your personality and your shitty jokes and the obnoxious way you bug me like a neglected puppy. I like you for you, Thomas.” You looked away, embarrassed after your confession. “Really?” He asked, a wide grin crossing his face. “Of course, you dweeb. Every girl in school drools over you, I might as well, too.” You playfully hit his shoulder. “Psh, you’re way better than those stuck up bitches.” He insisted. “I would hope so. What’cha got in here? I’m starving.” You leaned over to the basket and pulled out a box of fancy ass crackers and a variety of cheeses along with a wooden board to put them on. You two chatted back and forth and you quickly scarfed down the expensive meal. You looked up at the quickly darkening sky, realizing how late you had stayed out. “I should head home, Angelica’s probably worried sick.” You sighed, not wanting the date to end. “Angelica.” Thomas shuddered, “I don’t like her.” “Oh yeah, didn’t she punch you in the face once and now you won’t go in a room that she’s in because of how much she scares you?” You teased. “Yeah.” He muttered. You and he stood up, packing up the remnants of your picnic. You walked to the car, you with the brightly colored cloth draped over your arm as Thomas carried the basket. You dumped the- probably more expensive than your college tuition- cloth into the backseat and sat yourself in the passenger seat. Thomas closed himself into the driver's seat and started the ignition, warm air quickly filling the car. You rode in comfortable silence, music gently playing from the speakers. “This is it, right?” Thomas asked, pulling into the parking lot outside your apartment. “Yep.” You confirmed. “Let me walk you to your door.” He offered, trying off the car and exiting the vehicle with you following quickly after. You walked with him to your door, stopping to talk on the doorstep. “Y/n, do you want to date?” He blurted out. You laughed. “I’ve wanted that for as long as I’ve known you, Jefferson.” “R-really? That’s-!” He coughed and attempted to hide his excitement. “That’s great.” You leaned up on your tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips, holding it for several seconds before breaking away, your cheeks burning. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Thomas.” You told him shyly. “See you, Y/n.” He said before heading over to his car. You opened the door and stepped inside, grateful to be in the heated house. You were met face to face with Angelica, who had obviously been eavesdropping the whole time. “You did not just kiss Thomas Jefferson.” She scoffed. “Oh, no yeah, I definitely did.” You laughed. “Y/n, I swear to god…” “Look at the time, I’ll see you tomorrow, Angelica.” You said quickly, dancing around her and up the stairs. “Y/n!”

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obiwan824 · 7 years

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Thanks, Thomas!- Lafayette x Reader

A/N: Trying some alpha/beta/omega stuff.

“And who might you be, darling?” he drawled, leaning casually against the bar. She frowned and swallowed hard.

“My name's Y/N,” she replied. “Who are you?”

“Thomas Jefferson.” He looked her up and down and she narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly, the girl's friend swooped down. Thomas identified her as a beta immediately and crossed his arms, smirking.

“Two lovely women at once? How lucky I must be.”

Y/N frowned at his words and opened her mouth to speak, but the beta pushed her back. “Get away from her, Jefferson.”

“Is that any way to treat an alpha?” Thomas sneered, leaning closer to the girls. The beta blushed but Y/N, a headstrong omega, stepped forward.

“If you don't back off right now-”

“You'll what?”

She bit her lip, considering her options- she could punch the man right there, or she could let her omega instincts take over and retreat. She tried so hard to raise her fist but ended up stepping back.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

Thomas's grin grew. The beta friend, fuming, walked away, assuming Y/N was right behind her. Thomas had pinned the young omega down, forcing her against the bar. He smiled.

“There we go,” he whispered, his face growing closer to hers. She took a deep breath and turned her face away. “I can tell you aren't taken, darling, don't try and lie to me.”

“Get- get away from me.”

“And why should I?”

Suddenly, large hands grabbed Thomas and pulled him back.

“Because, mon ami, if you don't back away right now, you'll have me to deal with.”

Y/N let out a sigh of relief as Lafayette pushed away the intruding alpha. He locked eyes with Thomas, his good friend, who he had also had many issues with. Jefferson rolled his eyes and walked away. Lafayette rushed to Y/N, lightly touching her shoulders and looking her over.

“Are you hurt, mon ange? Did he hurt you?” Laf looked so worried that she almost giggled.

“I'm okay now, Gil. Really.”

He met her eyes for a minute before nodding and kissing the top of her head.

“Mon amour, I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner- I just-”

She placed her hand on his cheek, her touch so soft and sweet that he melted a bit. She laughed at the tickle of his stubble on her hand.

“I'm fine, Laf. Thank you for saving me. Are you okay?”

He inhaled and nodded again. “Oui.”

“You're the best friend, Laf,” she told him, lacing her fingers with his. He protectively placed a hand on the small of her back, guiding her away from the bar and towards the door. She was telling the truth- Laf and his friends were the best people in her life. She'd be lying if she said her feelings for the Frenchman didn't go beyond friendship, but she knew she would have to wait for him to tell her of his feelings first. Y/N thought he had everything she wanted in an alpha- he was kind, sweet, smart, and passionate- what she looked for in a partner. And as an alpha, he would never make his omega feel inferior to him. Lafayette believed in rights for betas and omegas and would treat any partner as his equal.

As a friend, he was the greatest she had ever had.

“Ready to go, mon ange?”

Y/N nodded stiffly. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his car, opening the door for her and doing her seatbelt despite her giggling protests. He got in next to her and started the car, squeezing her hand one last time.

“Laf?”

“Oui?” he replied nonchalantly, focused on the road.

“I love you,” she said bluntly, watching with a blush and a small smile as he nodded and then did a double-take.

“What?”

Y/N shrugged, although he couldn't see her. “I love you. I want to be with you.”

Laf took a deep breath, chuckling. “At least give me some time to adjust, N/N. Je' taime, Y/N. I love you.”

He smelled her scent then, and it was beautiful- it was her shampoo, her perfume, the laundry detergent she used on her jeans. It was beautiful and happy and so filled with joy that he smiled, too.

“Thank you, Thomas,” he whispered under his breath. She heard him, however, and giggled.

“Thanks, Thomas!”

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potter-imagines · 7 years

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Being Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Daughter...

Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.

He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it

Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids

There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.

And Lin would be so proud of this

Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’

He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.

And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.

He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.

On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.

Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you

He can’t help it

But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…

“I am woman hear me roar!” “Though she be but little, she is fierce!” “A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.” “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”

And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.

Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word

Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.

Tobillo basically being your best friend

That dog follows you wherever you go

Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.

The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you

Especially Phillipa

That girl loved you as if you were her own

And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.

Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town

And they would absolutely LOVE having you over

You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping

Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.

The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you

Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.

The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize

Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling

You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course

Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.

Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days

Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you

And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you

But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows

The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night

He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life

I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world

And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee

“Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.” “It’s called coffee, bebé.” “Can I try some?” “Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.” “Please, papi.” “Oh alright.”

Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.

Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.

But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do

Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.

By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.

Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.

Family trips to Disney World and Land

Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework

“You know I was a teacher.”

Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution

“Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”

Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.

“And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!” “I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”

Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor

Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.

But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,

“Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”

And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.

He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too

Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.

“Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“ “Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”

Being very close with your grandparents

Your grandpa teaching you how to cook

Your grandma would spoil you tbh

Girl talk with your Aunt Luz

Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect.

Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales

“You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!” “Papi-“ “He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.” “Thank you abuelo.”

And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.

When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.

He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.

“Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“ “Y/n.” “Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”

Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project

Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo

But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you

Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you

When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP

You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad

He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.

But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.

And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.

Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.

Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home.

And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.

And he would cry. A lot.

But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,

“Go Y/n!”

His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night

After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.

“You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”

You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.

Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.

Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.

This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!

-Daizy xx

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lcvelymxxn · 4 years

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°• bloodlust •°

— desire to harm others.

— mulligan x reader x lafayette

— modern fantasy au

— fluff | lime

You groaned quietly as you force one of your eyes to open. It was 8 in the morning, and you hated the sun so you weren't much of a morning person at all. You turn and see Laf, still asleep with a peaceful expression, your hand caresses his cheek as your heart melts.

" Mon ange [My angel], are you awake? " He still uses that nickname for you, even though he knows you're not even close to an angel. You decide to let it be and nod, his hand resting on top of yours, " What are you guys doing without me? " Both of you heard Hercules from the doorway, a cheeky grin in his face as he crawls over to your free side, giving you and Laf morning kisses.

" Morning, my feast. " You paused and blush, " I-I meant sweets... " Hopefully they didn't think you were there just to get a taste of their blood. Both of them laugh, " Well, we are your feast, but that doesn't mean we can't get a taste of you back. " Herc purred into your pointed ear, nibbling on it as Laf snakes his arm around your waist, peppering you with kisses to your neck.

" Ah...boys... " You bit your lip to refrain noise, you just woke up and you're already getting teased by your dears. " Mm, let's continue this later tonight, shall we? Mon cher [My dear]? " Laf glanced over to Herc who nodded and gave you a kiss on the cheek before sitting up, Lafayette following him after.

You tell them to go on, as you were going to change clothes. ' This is bad, they're not even vampires, merely humans, but they're got me around their fingers so easily. ' You thought, blushing furiously on what was going to happen tonight.

You shook off the inappropriate thoughts and sit up, walking to the curtains and closing it, not liking the bright sun in the room. " Cupcake? Where are you? " You heard Herc's voice from the other room, " I'll be there in a minute! " You respond, wearing some black tights and a dark red sweatshirt on, since your closet was mostly made out of dark themed clothing.

" What's for breakfast? " You hop on the stool bar along the counter, with Laf across from you. " Strawberry pancakes. " Herc presented you a plate of it, the red-ish syrup running down the side, making you think of blood. He slid another plate to Laf and for himself.

" Cupcake, you're drooling. " Herc snapped you out of your thoughts, Laf taking a pic before you could regain composure. " Hey! Delete that, Laf. " You stand up and try to take his phone from him. " It's not very good to play during breakfast, non [no]? " He raised a brow, a sly grin as you sigh.

" I'm not giving you anymore kisses. " You huffed and take a bite of your strawberry pancakes, blushing slightly as you fall more in love with Herc's cooking. " Je plaisante [Just kidding], mon ange. It's deleted. " He handed you his phone, who had the 3 of you as his wallpaper.

Checking his gallery, you hummed in approval, " Okay, I'll give you kisses. " You give it back to him as Herc stands up and goes around the counter, suddenly taking your chin on his fingers as he licks the side of your lips. " You had some syrup on there. " He winked at you, who now poofed into a cherry as he went back to his seat, Lafayette asking for a kiss as well, which he granted it.

" Ah, by the way, I'm going grocery shopping, you two wanna come with? " Herc proposed as Laf nods yet you shaked your head. " I'd love to, but it's still bright outside. But you two can go! I'll be fine. " You nudge them, a reassuring smile on your face.

" Es-tu sûr [Are you sure]? We do not want you to feel left out– " You stand up and put our plate in the sink, turning to your boyfriends and giving them both a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be fine, promise. " You reassure them once again.

" I'll do the dishes, you two go and get ready so we can cuddle once you're home. " You say as they nod, going to the shared bedroom to change clothes. " Just don't forget to give me my treat when you get home~ " You whisper to them, smiling to show your fangs as a hint.

" Of course, cupcake. Message us if something happens. " Herc gave you a kiss on the forehead, putting on a beanie on his head. " Will do, you two be careful. " You boost yourself up so can give Laf a kiss on the cheek, telling them to hurry back.

+×+

You were dying. Well, not really, but you felt like it. You really wanted to drink right now, maybe sneak outside and take someone's blood. " Herc, Laf, I miss you two... " You groaned and slurred, twisting and turning on your shared bed, trying your best to keep composure and not let anything like last time happen again.

It's probably been 3 hours since they've been gone, and usually it would only take them an hour so you were a bit worried. Taking your phone in hand, you dial Laf's number, since you guess Herc would be the one driving.

" Babeeee... " You whined, fidgeting as you hear Herc laugh, " Oui [Yes], we're almost there. " Laf chuckled as you pout, " Hmp. Come back soon, I miss you two... " You sigh, hearing keys jingling from the other line. You sit up excitedly, " Are you here? " You ask, hopping off the bed and going to the window to see if you can spot the car from the parking lot.

" Babe, I see you two! " You gasp and wave from below, you and your boys only lived on the 4th floor so it wasn't too far until you can finally taste their sweet blood. They both chuckled and waved back, despite carrying somewhat heavy looking grocery bags.

" We're coming, cupcake. " Herc says from your phone as you see them go inside the elevator, you smile happily and tell them you were gonna turn it off and help them out. You threw your phone on the bed and walked out of the apartment, waiting in front of the elevator as you tried to wait patiently.

Once you heard the high pitched ring of the elevator signaling it's presence, your smile widened, feeling giddy.

" My boys! " You jump in once the door opened, surprising the others that were inside, but you didn't care. " Ah, mon ange. s'il-te-plaît [please] be careful. " Laf chuckled along with Herc, both of them having their free hands around your waist.

" Missed us that much, cupcake? " Herc placed a small kiss on your forehead, leading you out the tiny compartment with Laf following behind. You nod and help them with the bags so they can get in faster, you suddenly remember you forgot to close the door so you hoped no one came inside and made a robbery.

You quicken your pace up to the apartment, making it look like you had already opened it even though it was opened beforehand. You take a scan around the place, checking if anything was different, but no one was in there so you sighed in relief.

You put the bags on the kitchen counter, Herc and Laf flirting with each other before closing the door on their way in. You found it cute and smiled at them, although what they were talking about was probably mature if you get what was indicated.

" I've been waiting for too long... " Your eyes flashed red as you bite your lip, trying your best to keep patient. Your lip bleeds a little as you taste your own blood, " Ew. " You shivered at the odd taste as you head to bed, turning the lights down low for atmosphere and pulling the curtains closed.

It was only 1 in the afternoon so it was still bright out. You roll around the bed, waiting for your boys to come inside as you fiddle with your fingers that started to grow sharp nails. Your stomach growled, you felt weak as you see your skin slowly became more pale than usual.

" Herc, Laf, I'm dying... " You whine, reaching out to them with your hand as they only chuckle at your reaction, " Nous venons [We're coming], mon ange. " You grumbled, even though you were dying they were still laughing.

Not that you mind dying of course, it has been over 500 years since you got turned. Furthermore, dying while hearing your lover's laugh? Why not?

" Laf, you're mean, I'm going to drink Herc's first. " You pout as the frenchman only smiled, knowing you were just slightly salty, " I know you still want to drink my blood too. " He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, giving your nape small kisses as Herc positions himself in front of you.

You adjust his shirt to the right side to have more room to admire his neck and collarbone, and to bite down of course. He tangled his hands in your hair, a sign that you can bite down now.

" Thank you for the meal... " You were almost drooling again over the thought of your lover's blood inside your mouth. Finally, you bite down, not that gentle yet not that hard either as your eyes turn red. You hear a small grunt as you feel Laf from behind pressing onto your back, they're probably kissing, which you thought was extremely hot, given the situation.

You suck slowly, not wanting the moment to go by quick as you try your best not to sink your sharp nails into Herc's back. " Don't waste any of it, cupcake. " He chuckles, a little weakly since you were draining him, but not too much to kill, turn or make him pass out. His blood had a pleasant taste, comforting and sweet.

You nod to his words, adrenaline running through your veins as the seconds pass by more, Herc felt a shiver down his spine every time you'd softly caress his back, a distraction so that he wouldn't be in much pain, which kinda worked, especially since Laf had his lips on him.

2 minutes pass as Herc pulls you off him, gently yet sternly as blood trickles down his collarbone, which you thought was absolutely hot. You glance at him, asking with your eyes if you could lap the remaining liquid off his skin, meanwhile Laf already had bandages ready. Lapping up his sweet blood, you look at him, checking if he was alright and if you didn't drink too much.

He knew what you were doing, you always had worry across your face everytime they'd feed you, he grabs your chin and gives you a peck on the lips, Laf putting on the bandage on the rather small bite on Herc's neck.

Usually one of them would feed you every 3 months or so, seeing as you have some self control in other times, yet Laf was teasing you, he would occasionally tilt his head to the side, showing off his neck. You growl, not liking to be tempted, and by your lovers as well.

" I'm full. " You thank Herc again by giving him a kiss on the cheek. " Hm? Don't you want a bite of me too? " He smirked, somehow even though you were the one doing the biting, he was able to assert dominance, not that Hercules couldn't do that as well, he's just a big softie and you loved him either way.

" I might kill you if you tempt me, you know how things get when I'm full of energy. " You narrowed your eyes at the frenchman, not as a warning but more of a reminder.

Last time you got so into it with them, they fainted and you cried for the whole night thinking you killed them. Turns out you just made them unconscious for a while, it still haunts you though. Laf hummed, as if thinking while Herc rested near the head board for a while.

" Not even a small bite? " He crawled to you and pulled you to his chest, leaning in the head board with Herc beside him. " How about here, you seemed to love biting us in other places non? " He raised a brow, nearing his wrist to your lips. You smell his blood faintly, it smelled great and sweet just like Herc's.

" I know you want to, mon ange. " He ran his thumb across your lips which made you hiss. " Herc, stop this perverted man... " You looked over to Herc who was surprisingly asleep, well, he did do a lot and you drained him so it was obvious he's probably tired.

" I'm full, Lafayette. " You look back at your lover, growling a bit as a warning this time. You'd often had nightmares after that incident where you thought you killed them, so you forced yourself to a strict self control so that it would never happen again.

Laf only frowned, in some part of him, he loved getting bit by you, both in vampire and sexual terms. The way you looked while sucking down on them would turn him on all the time, given the fact that you'd occasionally moan after filling your hunger.

Your eyes softened at his reaction, making you sigh, " Only a small one, okay? " Although you looked forced, you were actually enjoying it, Laf's blood had an delightful taste, slightly metallic yet sweet.

He had you on your chest, one of his hands around your waist and the other in your hands. You lick the spot where you intended to plunge into, his free hand entangling on your locks as the signal, just like Herc.

You bite down on his wrist, he flinched ever so slightly, fingers running along your scalp as a distraction for himself from the pain. " Does it taste good? " He lowered down to your ear, taking small bites as you blush furiously. He knew that you were extremely sensitive when you were drinking blood and he took advantage of that.

" Laf... " You mutter his name, trying to keep focus on sucking on his wrist. " You can pull off anytime, mon ange. " You bite a little harder, causing your lover to shudder and apologize. You heard a faint chuckle and see Herc with eyes half open, a smile on his face as he ruffles your hair gently.

It took you another minute before pulling off him, you wiped your mouth as some of his blood dripped down. After that, you grabbed the bandages and wrapped it around his wrist, kissing it afterwards. " Hey, why didn't I get a kiss? " Herc leaned closer to the two of you as you giggle and give him a kiss on his bandaged neck.

" I love you two. " You snuggle in the middle of them, the 3 of you tangled in each other, cuddling. " We love you too, cupcake, mon ange. " Both sides in unison, Herc's arm was on your stomach holding Laf's hand with yours on top of theirs.

Soon, the three of you fell asleep, snuggling whilst holding hands and with a content smile on your faces.

Bonus :

" What the hell did we just witness!? " Alex whisper-screamed at his lover, John. " I don't know but now isn't the time to ponder, we have to get out of here! " John whispered back with panic in his tone. The two of them were hiding in your closet, they were planning to prank you by scaring you since you got them pretty good last time by sneaking into their apartment at 3 am and convinced them that you were a murderer.

#hamilton #hamilton the musical #oneshots #poly oneshots #des vu #lafayette x reader #jefferson x reader #lafferson #lafferson x reader #daveed diggs #marquis de lafayette #thomas jefferson

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