#hamilcast fluff

[imaginebeinghamiltrash]

Risk and Reward

Pairing:Barista!Lin x Reader

Requested?: Nope! It just came to my head one day and I ran with it.

Summary: You stop by a café to grab coffee on your way to work, said café also has a really cute barista.

Words: 5k+

Part One | Part Two

A/N: Well here we are. I had this idea for a real long time but it just never came together. Now I have gotten my shit together (thanks Ale and Kate) and I think I can start this series! Shoutout to Taryn for being a huge inspiration behind this series. Work Comes Home was the reason this idea even became an actual fic and not a passing thought. I really hope you guys like it!

Tags: @fragmentofmymind @secretschuylersister @hamiltonwrotetheother51 @thehamiltonpost @icanneverbesatisfied @sharkastic-issues @villagecrazypeggy @butlinislin @daveeddiggsit @nadialinett14 @librarychild @spidey-boii @me-hoy-me-trash @serkewen12 @daveedish @linmanuclmiranda @autistic-alien @runnerriley @hamilsquad-writings @thegirlonhamilton

You quickly entered the coffee shop, shuffling up to the counter with a panicked expression. Your bus was coming soon and you were running late for your first day at a new job.

“Hi, can I have two medium iced caramel lattes?” You rushed out, already opening your wallet to find your debit card. You got it out and held it towards the barista who was just staring back at you.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked, running your hand over your cheek.

The dark-haired man seemed to snap out of whatever daze he was in, blinking rapidly as he straightened his posture.

“Oh! No, no I’m sorry ma’am. I, uh, I…” He struggled to finish his sentence and you giggled lightly, he was sort of cute.

“It’s okay. I space out too,” you paused to look at his nametag, “Lin.” You finished, holding out your debit card once again.

He nodded, taking your card and looking at the screen in front of him and pausing.

“...I’m sorry what did you order again?” Lin smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Two medium iced caramel lattes, man, open your ears.” A deep voice cut into the conversation as a tall man leaned around Lin to hand you your drinks.

“My ears are open, Chris.” Lin grumbled, tapping the order into the machine and swiping the card before handing it back to you.

“Thank you, Lin! Thank you, Chris!” You called out to the two workers behind the counter before you were running back to the streets and down the block to the bus. Lin watched until you disappeared out of his line of sight.

“Smooth. Real smooth, Lin.” Chris chuckled, shaking his head as he washed out a blender.

“Shut up!” Lin grumbled, punching his co-worker’s shoulder softly as he laughed.

“I was just caught off guard by her beauty. So beautiful… and so out of my league.” Lin pouted, leaning on the counter.

“Hey, don’t say that. She seemed to be into you too. She was running late and instead of getting annoyed at your stuttering, she laughed.” Chris pointed out, leaning next to his shorter friend.

“She could’ve just been laughing at me.” Lin challenged, though he inwardly hoped Chris was right.

“Guess we won’t know until she comes back then. Better start prepping now, Casanova.” Chris stood up, disappearing into the back and leaving Lin in the empty coffee shop.

The next day, you walked into the shop again. This time you were a little early, so you took in your surroundings. The walls were a dark shade of red that matched perfectly with mahogany tables and chairs that were scattered around the room. Along one wall, there was a huge glass window that let you see the traffic outside as people passed by.

Lin elbowed Chris once you had walked in, shooting him a nervous glance. Chris made sure you weren’t watching before he pushed Lin towards the register. Lin spun around to glare at his friend but paled when he realized he wasn’t there. Chris had disappeared into the back room.

You turned back to the counter and walked up to the man you remembered as Lin.

“Hey, Lin!” You greeted him, noticing his slightly flustered appearance.

“Good morning! How may I help you today?” Lin fidgeted with his fingers under the counter, watching as your eyes flickered to the menu.

So far out of his league.

“Can I have a chai tea latte please?”

“Coming right up! Your name?” Lin picked up a sharpie, waiting with a cup in his hand.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” Lin repeated, writing it on the cup and moving to start on your order.

You walked to the window and sat right next to it, watching the outside world in motion. Meanwhile Lin was watching you; the way your eyes darted from place to place, the way your fingers drummed against the table, the way you chewed your lip absentmindedly. He could look at you all day, but he should’ve been looking at his hands because he ended up pouring some of the steaming hot latte on his hand instead of in the cup.

“Fuck!” Lin yelled, resisting the instinct to drop the cups in his hands.

You instantly looked over, eye widening as you ran to the counter.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You asked, watching Lin shake out his hand and whine loudly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Lin repeatedly yelled, eyes tearing up.

Without another thought, you jumped over the counter pulling Lin to the sink and turning on the cold water. You tested to make sure it wasn’t freezing before moving Lin’s hand under the stream.

“Tell me when the pain stops, okay?” You looked into Lin’s eyes, noticing how close you both were. His irises were a beautiful shade of brown, his eye bags were also much more intense up close. Lin nodded, all words being stripped away from his mind because of the close proximity of you. You averted your eyes to your hand which was still around Lin’s wrist, holding it under the water. You should probably pull away now but you didn’t, Lin wasn’t complaining either.

“I’m sorry about your latte.” Lin spoke softly, as if he was sharing a secret with you.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry, I’ll take whatever is left.” You reassured him, copying his soft tone.

“Your next drink is on me. I insist, since I’m such a fuck up.”

Truth be told, the pain had simmered down a couple seconds ago, but you were holding his wrist. He liked that.

“I won’t turn down free caffeine.” You jested, smiling when Lin chuckled.

You glanced at the clock and cursed under your breath.

“I gotta go, take care of your burn okay?” You jumped over the counter, grabbing your bag and dashing out to the bus stop yet again.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Chris sighed, appearing in the doorway of the backroom. 

Lin glanced over at him, shrugging as Chris shook his head.

“Well, I got her name and we had a moment...of sorts.”

“Next time, try not to injure yourself Lin.” Chris laughed, picking up the now cold cup of chai latte and tossing it out.

“No promises.”

You were off work this week but your mind wouldn’t let you rest, instead it chose to focus on that cute barista. So naturally, you get up and get dressed to go to the shop. Like clockwork you entered the shop at 9:30 am. The familiar smell of a dark roast wafted through the air, a calm sensation running through you at the warm scent. You walked up to the counter, frowning slightly when your usual barista wasn’t behind the counter. However, the one you remembered as Chris was there fiddling with some settings on a machine. You smiled politely as you made eye contact.

“Good morning!”

Chris opened his mouth to reply when the sound of a door slamming into the wall caused you both to turn your attention to the entrance. Lin ran past you both, yelling an apology — at least you think it was an apology, honestly he was speaking so fast you didn’t understand him — as he ran into the backroom. As Lin’s noisy entrance moved into the back of the shop, you and Chris stood there for a moment before laughing.

“Is he always…” You trailed off, not sure how to explain the behavior of the man who just stormed through the shop.

“A scatterbrain? Yep, that’s Lin for you, but he’s a great guy.” Chris reassured you, turning back to face you.

“Yeah. He is.” You agreed without much thought, looking over the menu.

Chris smirked to himself, noting the interest you unconsciously were showing.

“Can I have a large caramel macchiato?”

“Coming up, Y/N.” Chris picked up the right size cup before turning away and getting to work. Lin burst into the room again, his apron tied around him and his hair disheveled. He walked to the register, trying to steady his breathing as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry about all that.” He gestured wildly with his hands, “I just woke up late and had to run here.”

“Ah, the tables have turned.” You giggled, leaning on the counter as Lin blushed lightly.

“Yeah, yeah. Just for today! I’m usually very punctual.”

“I bet.”

You glanced at Chris as he handed you your cup.

“Thank you!”

Chris nodded in acknowledgment before cleaning out the sink.

“How come nobody's ever here when I come?” You questioned, looking around the vacant shop.

“Consider yourself lucky, you come right after the rush. Between 5:30 and 8? It is hell.” Lin sighed, getting stressed just thinking about the long lines and complicated orders. Behind Lin, his coworker groaned in agreement, wiping down a cup.

“Oh, that sucks.” You sipped your drink, smiling in content at how delicious it was.

“You don’t seem to be in a rush at all, usually you jet out of here at 9:40 the latest.”

“Keeping tabs on me?” You teased, raising a brow.

Lin stumbled over his words, trying to find a good response to your question.

“I kid, I kid. I have the next few days off but I couldn’t rest so I decided to come here. It’s so calm, I like it. With the non-stop hustle of the city, you sometimes forget to just stop and breathe.” You thumbed at the lid of your coffee, watching people speed walk past the window.

“Yeah, I agree. Well take a load off, stay as long as you’d like.” Lin gestured to the many chairs in the room, giving you a warm smile.

“Don’t mind if I do.” You smiled back, wandering to the same table by the window that you sat at a few days ago.

You took out your phone, going through your different social medias as you sipped your drink.

Chris nudged Lin, nodding over to where you were sitting.

“What?” Lin mumbled, keeping his voice low so you couldn’t hear.

“Go talk to her, take an early break or something. No one is here and she has nowhere to go.” Chris whispered back, turning off the sink water.

“What would I even say to her? I can’t just… maybe she doesn’t wanna be bothered?” Lin glanced over at you before turning back to Chris.

“You owe her a drink right? I charged her, go bring her another macchiato and ask to sit with her. The worst that can happen is she says no.”

Lin thought about it for a second before deciding it wasn’t worth the rejection.

“I can’t risk it.” Lin mumbled to himself, stepping into the backroom.

You finished your drink, glancing at the door as a couple strolled into the store. Your gaze moved to the counter and you noticed Chris was alone, giving a friendly smile as he took the couple’s order. You stood up and slid your phone into your pocket. When you caught Chris’ eye you waved at him as you headed for the door.

“Have a good day, Y/N!”

“You too, Chris!”

Lin came back to the front after hearing your exit. Chris side eyed him but kept his mouth shut as he handed the couple their hot chocolates. The two worked in silence for a bit, wiping down counters and checking the machines.

“What do I do?” Lin asked, breaking the silence.

Even with no context Chris knew what he was referring to.

“Have you never had a crush before?”

“Of course I have! I just never made a move before.” Lin sighed.

He was beginning to think he was hopeless, destined to be alone and awkward for the rest of his life.

“That’s where your problem lies. You have to go for what you want, she can’t read your mind. You have to show interest.” Chris explained, taking a chocolate chip cookie from a tray near him.

Lin was quiet, letting Chris’ words sink in. He pictured himself flirting with you and you shooting him down immediately with a harsh laugh and maybe a hot latte to the face.

“You’re thinking too hard.” Chris said, cutting into Lin’s thoughts.

He knew Lin very well after over a decade of friendship. He knew every emotion and what face matched it on Lin and right now he knew Lin was imagining the worst scenario.

“The world isn’t as evil as you think. I know rejection is scary and it is always a possibility but life is a game of risk and reward. You could’ve been rejected from being a barista but that didn’t stop you from applying for this job, did it?”

Lin shook his head.

“Exactly, because the risk of being rejected was worth the reward of having an income. You just have to decide if the risk of rejection is worth the reward of Y/N.”

And with those last words, Chris took a bite into his cookie. Lin fell into deep thought over Chris’ advice. As much as he hated it, Chris was right. Is the risk worth the reward? Lin knew he had a choice to make before you came back.

“I’m gonna do it.”

Chris paused to look at Lin before he unlocked the front door of the shop and sauntered in.

“Do it?” Chris repeated, taking the chairs down from the tables.

“You know what I mean. I’m gonna try to show interest with Y/N. I have no idea how I’m gonna do it but, I will.” Lin flipped on the lights, squinting at the harsh brightness before his eyes adjusted.

“First things first, you will be taking her order from here on out. You’ll get more comfortable interacting with her.”

Lin’s heart picked up speed simply thinking about having to take your order every day but, he knew it was something he had to do.

“Okay. What else?”

“Try to find some small things to compliment her on. Maybe her shirt, smile, bag, eyes, anything that sticks out to you.” Chris unlocked the supply closet, walking in as Lin responded.

“I would stumble over my words like an idiot, you saw how I froze up the first time I saw her.”

“This coming from the guy who got me into freestyling! Lin, you are the best wordsmith I know. Once you get past the love haze in your brain, I’m sure you can get a compliment out of you.” Chris picked up the napkin dispenser, opening it to refill it.

“I don’t know…” Lin trailed off, insecurity creeping into his voice.

“What about writing it? On her cup. Short and sweet and maybe she’ll see it on her way to work and it’ll brighten her day.” Chris suggested, picking up his apron and tying it around him.

Lin smiled lightly, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, yeah that could work.”

“Just make sure you write slowly so she can read your chicken scratch.”

“You know what?” Lin threw a plastic cup at Chris who was laughing.

“Fuck you.”

“Yeah yeah yeah.” Chris waved his hand dismissively at Lin and continued to power up the machines for the day.

You entered the store at 9:30 on the dot, you were on time today thankfully. Lin was the first one to lock eyes with you, he gave you a warm smile and you returned it.

“Good morning, how was the morning rush?” You asked, walking over to the counter.

“Intense, this woman dropped her latte and began to cry. To be fair it was 6 am.”

“It’s sad how much I can relate to her.”

Lin chuckled, giving you a quick onceover.

“You look really nice today.” Lin said, averting his eyes to the screen in front of him.

“Oh, thank you! I’m giving a presentation so I had to make sure I looked professional but still good. Gotta keep all eyes on me somehow.” You explained, looking at the menu to see what popped out to you this morning.

“That must be really easy for you.”

Your eyes snapped back to Lin, a blush creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. Lin kept his eyes on the screen in front of him, fiddling with a loose panel on the side of the register to keep him at ease.

“Thank you, that’s really sweet of you to say.”

“Just being honest.” Lin glanced at you, fighting back his smile when he noticed the slightly flustered look on your face.

“Can I have a large caramel frappe please?”

“Coming up.” Lin went to grab a cup but Chris snatched one first.

“I got this one.” Chris slyly winked at Lin and walked away to make the drink.

You walked to the pickup counter, glancing at the clock to see how much time you had left. Lin ran his fingers through his hair, weighing out his options. He could try talking to you again, he could go into the backroom or he could just stand here awkwardly and wait for more customers. He was leaning towards option two when Chris nudged him as he passed by to reach the blender. Lin raised a brow at his friend who motioned to you with his eyes. Lin made sure you weren’t paying attention before turning back to Chris.

“Talk to her.” Chris mouthed, starting up the blender.

Lin groaned softly and mustered up the courage to walk to the pickup counter.

“So, what’s the presentation about?” Lin asked, leaning on the counter.

“Every year, the CEO donates money to a charity but, she lets employees give her a presentation explaining why it should be given to whichever charity we want to represent.” You replied, taking the frappe from Chris and giving him a short thanks.

“Oh wow, that’s nice of her. Which charity did you pick?”

“VDay, it's a global activist movement that focuses on ending violence against women and girls. They have college and community campaigns to bring awareness and raise money which 90% of all donations helps make media and PSA campaigns, reopen shelters, and fund over 13,000 community-based anti-violence programs, as well as safe houses in Congo, Iraq, and Kenya. They made a community in Congo called ‘The City of Joy’ which is where women can go to heal from their traumas and I wish I could dive into it more but I have to run yet again.” You wrapped up your spiel that you rehearsed many times last night.

The clock overhead read 9:49 and missing your bus today would not be wise.

“I always end up staying here longer than I mean to, I hate to cut our conversation short but we’ll talk more tomorrow, yeah?” You flashed Lin a quick smile and started to head for the door.

“Have a good day!” You waved at both men before continuing down the block to the bus with a bit more pep in your step.

Lin stood there for a moment, looking at the door as if you were going to walk back in any second.

“She’s beautiful, smart, and aware. Also passionate, did you see the fire in her eyes as she told me about the charity? Chris, she’s amazing!” Lin gushed, an uncontrollable grin on his face.

“Alright, calm down before you start hearing wedding bells or something.” Chris chuckled, fixing the muffin display.

When Chris turned to face Lin and noticed his grin hadn’t dimmed, he raised a brow.

“You’re really smitten with her, aren’t you? You’re like… glowing right now.”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m so embarrassing.” Lin covered his face, trying to control his pounding heart.

“No, no, that’s a good thing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this before.”

“I made her blush. She blushed when I complimented her.” Lin recalled in disbelief.

Had he actually done something right?

“See? Already making progress. Keep it up and maybe you can take her on a date.” Chris patted his friend on the shoulder before returning to the register as more people started strolling in.

“A date?” Lin whispered to himself, picturing you in a nice dress and him picking you up to go out. Having more than a 5 to 10 minute conversation and being able to just be around each other with no coffee machines or distractions.

“Two medium iced coffees with a croissant!” Chris called out the order, reminding Lin exactly where he was.

He pushed his thoughts to the back of his head, he would return to them later.

You took it upon yourself to make it to the coffee shop 15 minutes earlier. You were partially mad at yourself for going to such extents for a cute barista, sleep was something you cherished more than anything but you willingly lost 15 minutes of it to be able to talk more with Lin. You chastised yourself as you approached the front door. You checked to make sure you looked decent before heading inside. Lin was wiping down the counter and did a double take when he saw you.

“You’re early.” He commented, tossing the washcloth into the sink.

“Keeping tabs on me again, I see.” You teased, walking to the counter and stopping in front of him.

You took the liberty of picking out an outfit the night before for casual Friday at work. You put on your best tight fitting pair of jeans and a blouse with a deep v neckline. It wasn’t much but it was something different than what Lin usually saw. When you saw Lin looking you up and down as you approached, you knew the outfit was working in your favor.

“You’re one of the highlights of the day besides clocking out of work.” Lin admitted, eyes widening when he realized what he said.

You looked down, trying to hide the grin spreading across your face.

“Is that so?” You asked, looking at him and raising a brow.

Lin laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Y-Yeah...Sorry, it just tumbled out of my mouth. My mouth gets me into a lot of trouble.” Lin rambled, eyes darting from place to place but never to your face.

“Why are you apologizing? That’s the nicest thing I’ve heard in awhile. I’m glad you enjoy me.”

“I do.” Lin confirmed, willing himself to look you in the eyes.

His eyes were such a warm shade of brown, they always had a hint of fatigue in them but they also held excitement and joy. They were quickly becoming one of your favorite things to see. Chris was silently watching from the backroom’s doorway, nodding his head in approval before stepping back inside. There was a long moment of comfortable silence, you both staring at each other, searching for something to say.

“So...what would you like?” Lin broke the silence, pointing to the sign above him.

“Large chai tea latte please.”

Lin nodded, getting to work with making your drink. You hummed along to the music playing in the shop, watching Lin move from station to station. Once he was finished, Lin held the cup out to you.

“You forgot to charge me.” You reminded him, not taking the cup from him and opening your wallet.

“This one's on me, I owe you, remember?” Lin smiled, once again pushing the cup towards you.

You looked at the cup then at Lin before caving in and taking it.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, left a little surprise on the sleeve, check it when you leave.”

“Can’t wait to see what it is.” You took a sip, humming with content.

“It’s 9:50.” Lin pointed out, nodding to the clock behind him.

“You’re a lifesaver.” You breathed out, waving quickly and exiting the stop.

You were right on time for the bus, thankfully. You slid into your seat and took another sip from your cup. Lin’s words rang in your head and you slipped off the sleeve to see handwriting inside.

“What goes up and down but never moves?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. A riddle? He left behind a riddle? You slide the sleeve back on, pondering the question you just read. You were determined to return to the shop with an answer tomorrow.

“Alright spit it out, I can’t figure it out and my pride won’t let me cheat and google the damn answer.” You said as soon as you entered the shop, striding right up to Lin.

Lin’s smirk was attractive but also infuriating.

“You sure you want me to spoil it?”

You crossed your arms, trying once again to think up an answer but coming up blank.

“Yes.”

“...Stairs.” Lin replied, laughing as you groaned loudly.

“Are you fucking kidding-” You started to yell but then took a deep breath and calmed yourself.

“I’ll leave an easier one this time.”

“No. No dumbing anything down. I’m smart, I graduated top of my class! I can handle some little riddles, bring it. Large caramel macchiato. Hit me with your best shot.” You challenged, once again letting your pride get the best of you.

Lin nodded, turning around to make the drink. You waited as he wrote on the sleeve and put it on and cup and handed it to you.

“Good luck.” “Won’t need it.” You smirked and spun around exiting the shop with your drink.

You forgot to pay for it in the midst of your rage but Lin didn’t mind, he would slip a few bucks into the register before the day was over.

“You know, when you first told me about the riddle thing I thought you were an idiot.” Chris admitted, leaning on the doorway of the supply closet.

“Gee, what a good friend.” Lin remarked sarcastically, chuckling as he adjusted his apron.

“But, I will admit when I am wrong. I was wrong, she’s into it and you’re into it and you two are actually becoming closer. A date could be in your future.” Chris smiled, patting his co-worker’s shoulder.

Lin was about to respond when Chris cut him off.

“There goes your girl now.”

Lin turned to the front and watched you walk past the window to the front door.

It’s been a little over 2 weeks since Lin gave you your first riddle. You would come with an answer (or not) and Lin would keep count of the ones you got right. You got 11 out of 14 so far and were on a winning streak. If you could answer this riddle right, it would be your 5th right answer in a row. The riddle this time was ‘The more it dries, the wetter it gets. What is it?’ and you were sure you had the answer.

“You ready for my genius answer?” You smirked, leaning on the counter.

“Lay it on me.”

“A towel.” You happily declared.

“...and the streak continues.”

You hollered in victory and Lin laughed as he marked another tally on a post-it note he kept on the wall.

“That’s right, bow down to my greatness.” You said, taking a victory lap around the shop.

“Alright, alright calm down. What would the ‘genius’ like today?” Lin rolled his eyes on the word genius and you pushed his shoulder playfully.

“Just a hot chocolate is fine, and your hardest riddle. I’m getting too good at this now.”

Lin went into the routine of making your drink, he picked up the sleeve and paused as he went to write a riddle. He chewed on his lip, nerves setting in as another idea struck him. Before he could talk himself out of it, he hurriedly wrote on the sleeve and put it on the cup.

“Good luck.”

You paused, something was off in the way Lin said that but you decided not to worry and exit for your bus. You were halfway to work when you slid off the sleeve to check out the riddle for the day. When you read through the sentence, you had to reread it multiple times to make sure you hadn’t made an error. There wasn’t any error. On the cup sleeve, in Lin’s handwriting, was a nine-word sentence.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” followed by a phone number you assumed was his.

You bit the inside of your cheek, smiling like a loon at the writing in front of you. To anyone else you looked insane but you didn’t care. You pulled out your phone and saved Lin’s number before sending him a text.

You

Hey Lin, it’s Y/N!

A minute later you received a reply.

Lin

Hey Y/N, what’s up?

You

Nothing, halfway to work, just read my riddle for the day.

Lin

Oh, that’s good.

You

I think I know the answer to this one. Is it alright if I answer early?

Lin

Whatever you want Y/N.

Lin tossed his phone to Chris.

“I can’t. I can’t look at the next text. I shouldn’t have written that, what the fuck was I thinking?” Lin groaned, running his hands down his face.

“Lin, relax. She’s been playing this back and forth game with you for 2 weeks now! She could say yes!” Chris tried to reason with Lin but Lin was already preparing for rejection.

“No, we were becoming friends Chris! Friends! And now I shoved my feelings on her and she’s gonna be uncomfortable and never come back and I’m never gonna see her again all because I-”

“She said yes.” Chris cut Lin off, waiting for him to stop rambling.

Lin froze mid sentence, turning to Chris.

“What?”

“She. Said. Yes.” Chris held the phone to Lin’s face.

You

The answer is yes. I’m 100% sure I got this one right :)

“She… she said yes… oh my god! Chris! She said yes!” Lin yelled in disbelief, a wide grin on his face.

Chris watched Lin pump his fist into the air and jump for joy. You spent the rest of the bus ride smiling to yourself. When you got off your bus to walk into your job, your phone pinged with another message.

Lin

Does next Friday work for you?

You

It’s a date.

[hamiltonimagines]

Fun in the Sun

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Request: “I'd love something fun, like a day at a beach with Anthony?” - @hj-creates

Word Count: 1k

“Come on babe. Are you done with the sunscreen yet? It’ll be dark out before you’re done” Anthony asked me. “Just hold on a second” I told him, rubbing in the rest of my sunscreen. “But look at how nice the water looks, let’s go swim” Anthony said, trying to persuade me to ditch the sunscreen and join him in the water. “Okay, I’m done now. Are you happy?” I asked him, giggling to myself.

Anthony and I had rented a beach house for a weekend because it was our 5-year anniversary.

Anthony didn’t reply, he swooped me up bridal style and ran into the water with me. The water splashed up on us as he took heavy steps into the water.

“See isn’t this nice? Beautiful water with my beautiful girl” Anthony told me, once we had gotten to a point where the water was at our shoulders. “I was just protecting my skin, so when we're old and married, I will still look this gorgeous” I told him. I wrapped my arms around Anthony’s neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, and held on to him.

“You always look gorgeous” he said, kissing my temple. “I think this is going to be a really nice trip” I told Anthony, nestling my head into his neck.

We floated there for a few minutes, enjoying the peacefulness of the ocean. Then I felt Anthony jump and flinch. “What was that?” He asked, sounding panicked. “What was what?” I asked him, confused.

“I think I felt a snake touch my leg, get out of the water” he said, quickly. I was obviously alarmed by what he had said. I jumped out of his arms and ran back onto the beach, pulling him behind me. I felt like my heart was beating a million miles a minute.

I felt my feet hit the sand, and I fell down onto the blanket that I had laid on the sand. I sat there and breathed for a second or two. Then, Anthony sat down next to me, hysterically laughing. He was laughing so hard that it looked like he wasn’t even breathing.

“What’s so funny?” I asked him, really confused. “There was no snake darling, I was just messing with you” he explained, in between fits of laughter. I gave him a glare. “Are you kidding?” I said, lightly pushing his chest away from me. “Oh you can’t be mad at me sweetheart” he said, placing his chin on my shoulder and pouting.

“I thought we were actually in danger. You gave me a heart attack” I said, rolling my eyes. “You love me and you know it” he said. “Nope, not right now” I said, playing hard to get.

Anthony cupped my face and started giving my whole face sloppy kisses. “Anthony...stop” I said, giggling. “Not until you admit that you love me” he said, continuing to kiss my face and tickle my sides. “Alright alright, I love you. Now stop tickling me please” I begged.

“Are you begging for mercy?” Anthony asked me, not letting up yet. “Yes yes, whatever you say” I said, squirming under his touch. Finally, he pulled away from me and took his place sitting next to me again.

“So do you want to go back in the water?” Anthony asked me. “No, I think I want to read that book that I brought with me. Can you go inside and get it for me?” I asked him. “Of course, I’ll be right back” he said, kissing my cheek and getting up.

I stood up and grabbed the beach blanket and brought it over to the lounger chairs that we had on the beach. I sat down on it and wrapped the blanket around my shoulders. The breeze on the coast was kind of chilly. A few minutes later, Anthony returned with my book in hand.

“Here you go love” he said, handing me my book. “Thank you” I said, smiling as I grabbed it from him. Anthony sat next to me on the lounger chair.

He snuggled into my side. “You need something?” I asked him, giggling. “No, I’m just comfortable” he said, closing his eyes. I smiled to myself, sometimes Anthony was the biggest dork I knew.

I opened my book to the bookmarked page and started reading my book. After reading a few pages, I looked down and saw that Anthony had fallen asleep on my shoulder. I giggled to myself and continued to read my book.

After about thirty minutes of reading, I put my bookmark in my book. Anthony was still asleep, so I tried to readjust how I was sitting, so that I could nap with him.

As soon as I moved, Anthony jumped awake. “What’s wrong?” He asked me. “Nothing, I’m just trying to cuddle with you” I told him. “Oh, it looks like rain. Let’s go cuddle inside, we’ll get you warmed up” Anthony told me. We both stood up and walked up to the house, hand in hand.

Anthony went straight for our bedroom, he was really tired from the drive to the beach house. I changed out of my bathing suit, into a hoodie and some leggings. Then, I walked to our bedroom and found Anthony already asleep in bed, curled up in the blanket.

I smiled to myself at how cute he looked. I sneakily took a photo, that I would for-sure use as blackmail material when he wouldn’t do the dishes.

I got under the covers and curled up into his side. His arm instinctively wrapped around my waist and held me tight. “Hi” he mumbled, without opening his eyes. “Hi love, get some sleep” I told him, getting comfortable and closing my eyes.

“If you want to go swim instead of nap, we can go swim” he told me. “No, I’m good right here. And besides, I heard there’s snakes in the ocean” I joked. I felt his entire chest shake as he laughed. Then, we both slowly fell asleep.

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[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Daveed Diggs x Reader Fluff

Summary: Reader is apart of the Hamilton backstage crew and although the cast are very welcoming, somehow always manages to feel left out. 

AN: This is my first post ahh! It might not be the best but i hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave any suggestions/story ideas. I’ll write pretty much anything about a certain celeb or fictional character so yeah have fun! :)

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You sat in the communal area backstage, hugging your knees and starring blankly at the wall ahead of you. Once again your thoughts had got the better of you, consuming you until you’d worked yourself up. But this time things were different. Instead of getting all hysterical and crying intensely  - you just sat there, a vacant expression on your faces as a few tears slowly crawled down your face. There was nothing you could do to shut your mind up. No medications seemed to do anything. I mean how could they, all of this was self inflicted. You were very aware of this but it had been going on for so long now you werent sure you could ever stop.                                                                                      In the background you could hear the cast coming to the end of the show meaning they would soon be piling back into the room. Slowly you got up and went to the bathroom. You splashed your face with cold water before starring at yourself in the mirror.                                                                                        “You disgust me” You thought suddenly having to turn away from your reflection. Suddenly the sound of applause filled your ears and a few members of the cast made there way back into the room. You took a deep breath, smiled and went out. “Hey guys” You said taking back your seat in the corner of the sofa, Anthony sitting opposite you. “Hi Y/N” Antony replied. “Show sounds like it went well. I love your line at the beginning of ‘Satisfied’” You said chuckling slightly. He laughed at your comment. “I swear the way i say it changes every time i perform but the audience love it so i ain’t complaining” Oak sat down next to Anthony. “Yeah it’s good but i love the little rap Philip does for Alex, it’s so cute” You raised an eyebrow jokingly at Oaks comment while Ant fake blushed. “Oh my god, you think I’m cute?” He said putting on a high pitched voice. All three of you let out a laugh, yours a lot let passionate than theirs, but neither seemed to notice.                                                                                                                    A few more minuets went by ad more people filled the room. Phillipa and Renee headed straight for the food before taking a seat next to you on the sofa whereas Jasmine ran straight over to Anthony, kissing him passionately. “ GET A ROOM” Lin and Leslie yelled in unison. Everyone around you was talking, cracking jokes while you just sat there in silence. Listening to everyone around you made you feel more alone then before. You could feel tears threatening to spill but you refused to cry in front of everyone. You got up and headed towards the door but as you opened it you collided with a very muscular chest. You stumbled back but were caught by two firm hands that pulled you in for a tight hug. “There’s my girl, clumsy as ever” A very familiar voice said laughing. “Hi Daveed” you said feeling his chest vibrate against you. You relaxed into him. You and Daveed had a slightly complex relationship. He had been the first person you’d grown close with when you joined the crew around a year ago and since then you’d both very clearly developed feelings for each other. But neither of you acted on it. Yes you acted like a couple - you two were always touching each other, whether it was something small like Daveed resting his hand on the small of your back or things like you sitting on his lap, arms round his neck playing with his hair. But neither of you had made a move to make it official.        “Hey” He nudge you slightly. “You okay?” He looked down at you concerned, then you realised you’d been holding onto him for a while. You pulled away and smiled. “Always” He smiled back at you, not looking entirely convinced but he wasn’t going to push you. “Mhm chocolate” He said happily as he darted over to the food table. You laughed softly, leaning against the doorframe. He turned back to you, his mouth stuffed with chocolate. He was like a child sometimes. He joined the others and you stayed for a few moments, waiting for everyone to be engrossed in their conversations before slipping out the door and heading to your room.                                                                                                        You’d been staying at the theatre for a while seeing as the flat you’d been renting had just been knocked down. Sitting down on your bed, you let out a huge sigh. It shouldnt be this exhausting being around everyone. And the worst part was - it’s not even their fault. They don’t make you feel excluded in any way yet you still feel like you stick out like a soar thumb. The more you thought, the more tears streamed down your face. You lay down facing the wall  sobbing your heart out. So much so you didn’t hear anyone enter the room until you felt your bed dip down beside you. A soft hand gently rested on your arm. “Y/N. What’s wrong beautiful?” It was Daveed. You buried your face in your hands so he couldn’t see the mess you were in although there wasn’t much point. “Hey” He said gently. “You can talk to me. I hate seeing you this upset” A slight sob escape your lips. Daveeds heart hurt for you. “Come here” He slowly pulled you up and onto his lap. You flung your arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder while his arms stayed wrapped tightly around your waist making you feel safe. After what felt like a lifetime you pulled back and wiped your eyes. Daveeds hands stayed on your hips but the look in his eyes made you feel guilty. “What happened love?” He said calmly. You sighed. “Nothing. Just me and my stupid mind” He looked at you confused. “I keep getting this overwhelming feeling of being alone. Like I’m standing in a room filled with hundreds of faces yet I'm not really there, if that makes sense. And just now when everyone was sat in the back room hanging out, i just feel out of place as if I’m not supposed to be there.” You said unable to look daveed in the eye. “Why? Has someone said something to you?” He asked protectively. You shook your head. “No that’s the worst part. Everyone’s been so welcoming yet I’m still convincing myself that i’m not wanted. I know it’s stupid but-” “No it’s not” Daveed cut you off and cupped your face with his hand. You closed your eyes leaning into his touch. “Y/N listen to me. Things have never been better since you arrived. You light this place up. I mean literally yesterday Groffy was saying how it doesn’t feel right when your away anymore. I get where your coming from but I promise you - we all love the fact your here” He said smiling at you. You chest filled with joy. You were actually wanted? “And if it helps” He continued. “I’ve never been happier” He said shyly. You beamed at him. You looked at his lips, only now realising the extent of how attracted to him you really were. Without thinking you closed the gap between you and kissed him. Your lips melted together in perfect unison. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other supported your back. You hands tangled in his hair tugging at it ever so slightly causing him to smile into the kiss. You finally broke away for air resting your forehead against his. “I love you” He whispered. “I know” You joked before he pulled you back in for a kiss. 

[itslocsdiggs]

Masterlist 💫📚

Rafael Casal

Drabbles

Finally 1 2*

Single dad! Rafa Drabble

All dressed up, nowhere to go*

On Your Worst Behavior

Love you long time

Least of what I'm dreaming(soon)*

You're a hit

birthday surprises*

midnight melodies*

Taste of Honey 1 2.1

Daveed Diggs

Drabbles

Actress! Reader 1 2*

Breathe, let it out

Healthy Living one two (Collin Hoskins × reader)

Horrible Interview/Bad Day*

Kisses on the Beach

Painfully In Love (soulmate AU)

Post Show Hookup*

Post workout imagine

Skin Touch, Head Rush*

Purple Vanity***

sunlight and pleasure*

They Want A Rockstar*

Teacher AU

Knock on Wood*

Headcanons sfw nsfw

Starred links have smut! Read responsibly!🥂

[marquis-lafayeet]

You’re My Sunflower

Photographer!Daveed Diggs x Reader

Daveed huffed as he sorted all of the recent photos into piles that either made the cut or not. He was in college as of now, and was trying to get this Photography career somewhere. But all of his muses were either too into it or didn’t have enough effort. People really think photographers work all the magic but it’s really all in the muse.

Daveed rolled his eyes at the mere thought. “Hey Daveed,” his thoughts were cut off by his roommate, Y/N. Daveed smiled. “Hey Y/N. What have you been up to?” He asks, seeing all the bags in on her arms. Y/N beamed. “These are new art supplies for the project I’m working on. I’m so excited! I know people should be stressed about their biggest piece of this year, but I just like to think of it as another rough draft.” She explained with a smile.

Daveed smiled back. He was at least happy that Y/N was having an easy time with her final. Her eyebrows furrowed. “What about you?” She asked.

Daveed’s POV

I sighed as Y/N asked how my project was going. I plastered a fake smile that immediately left my face when I saw her expression that screamed “tell me the truth”. “I have to do a shoot,” I began but was cut off. “A shoot? That shouldn’t be a problem! You’re easily the most talented photographer I know!” She exclaimed. I felt my face heat up. “But it has to be a person.” Her expression dropped at that. I was talented at photography, sure, but when it comes to photographing people? Count me out. Too many expectations to live up to, no thank you. Y/N put a thoughtful face on. “Maybe... you could do me? I mean, if you want to, I know I don’t look the prettiest or anything. Never mind, pretend I didn’t say anything.” Y/N said shyly.

My face broke out into a smile. “That’s absolutely perfect! You could be my muse!” Y/N’s head shot up. “Really?” She asked. I nodded.

t i m e s k i p

Y/N unlatched herself from my arm as we neared the flower gardens, practically skipping on her way there. She beamed. “Look! They have sunflowers!” She exclaimed. I chuckled. “Why’re you so excited? Are they your favorite flower?” I asked, trying to get her to reveal herself. Her birthday was coming up and I haven’t got a clue as to what to get her. Y/N nodded her head furiously. “Everyone likes them now because they’re “aesthetic” or something,” she said rolling her eyes and doing air quotes on the word aesthetic. Y/N’s broke out into a little smile. “I’ve loved sunflowers ever since I could remember,” she continued. “I love the way they always look at the sun, as if trying to hold onto the light, never faltering once. Just like how people say I look for positivity. I’m not always happy though, I have my moods,” she said with a laugh.

I laughed with her with a nod. Y/N had plenty of days where she was down in the dumps. She would always sulk until I asked her what happened. She would tell me about her day then I would comfort her then we would get her favorite foods then watch TV and cuddle. “Anyways, let’s get onto that shoot, shall we?” She said with a grin. I plastered on a fake smile. “Let’s,” I said with fake enthusiasm. Y/N noticed and gave me an encouraging smile. “Hey, we’ll take as long as you need, okay?” Y/N said gently touching my arm. I nodded.

Turns out, she really meant as long as I need. We were there until sunset. And she didn’t complain once. “Okay, I think this is the one,” I said, looking at the camera. Y/N held her pose and giggled. “Well take the picture! I want to see your amazing photography skills,” I compiled and and angled the camera. As I did, I noticed the way her expression was held. It was really loving, while she was carresing the sunflowers around her. The sunset shone in the distance, and the reflection made her eyes and skin glow, contrasting the yellow-orange sky. The smile on her face was so beautiful I did a double take. I also made a realization that almost made me fall over. Did I... like Y/N? I’ve known her for the longest, and didn’t really pay attention to it, dang. I love Y/N L/N. This realization was so controlling that I didn’t notice Y/N trying to get my attention by calling my name between clenched teeth. “Daveed! Daveed,” she groaned, her face muscles tiring. I snapped back into attention. “Oh sorry Y/N, just a little distracted,” I said, not technically lying. She shrugged it off and focused back on her pose. After I took a couple more pictures, we headed back to our apartment.

Y/N laughed when she saw a picture of her laughing at a joke I made. “Ha, I don’t look mentally stable in that one,” Y/N said, fidgeting from embarrassment. I shook my head. “You look really cute in this one,” I felt my face heat up. Her eyes lit up. We walked the rest of the way in silence, finally making our way to our apartment. Y/N went to go take a shower while I put together my project.

a n o t h e r t i m e s k i p

I jumped up and down as I saw my final score. 100%! I can’t believe it. I sprinted back to the apartment to find Y/N. She was on the couch, eating some pretzels and watching Netflix. She glanced my way and a smile broke on her face when she saw my smile. “How’d you do?” She asked. I shoved the paper in her face. She screamed when she saw the paper. She excitedly grabbed it and inspected it further. “This is amazing! I’m so happy for you!” She said.

Third Person POV

She was so excited she went up to hug Daveed. She was so caught up in the moment she kissed him.

Right on the lips.

As soon as it happened, Y/N pulled away with wide eyes. “I-I’m so sorry,” she exclaimed. She was only met with a very surprised expression. The expression for him was pure joy. The expression for her was pure terror. Her eyes started to water and her bottoms lip started to tremble. “I gotta go,” she said, running back to her room. She couldn’t go out since there was still finals going on. Daveed tried to knock on her door to try and talk to her, but she didn’t come out.

It wasn’t until after the school day that Daveed was able to catch her when she got back home. Her eyes widened and she tried to turn back around but Daveed stopped her by blocking the doorway. “We need to talk Y/N.” Daveed said. Y/N kept her eyes downcast and nodded. They both walked to the living room, Y/N going at a slower pace to stall, unlacing her shoes, putting her bag on a rack and dusting dirt off of both her bag and shoes. Daveed huffed. She reluctantly shuffled her way to the living room and sat on the couch farthest away from him.

“What do you need to talk about?” She asked in a shy voice, a voice Daveed never heard before. “You already know what Y/N. Why’d you do it?” Daveed asked in a soft tone. She looked up and made eye contact with his kind eyes. Her bottom lip started to tremble again. Daveed notices and rushed over to her side. “Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me if you’re that embarrassed,” Daveed sympathized, rubbing her back. “I love you Daveed, not even like, love. I know I shouldn’t, and that you could like any other prettier girl on this ca-,” Y/N was interrupted by Daveed’s lips on hers.

Y/N was stunned into silence. “Shush, I love you too Y/N. And only you.” Daveed reassured her. Y/N smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.” Y/N said. Daveed answered by crashing his lips on hers.

y e t a n o t h e r t i m e s k i p

It was Y/N’s birthday, and Daveed was completely ready. They were dating for a couple weeks now, and things couldn’t get any better. Y/N got a great grade on her art project, Daveed is getting offers to do shoots for models, and Daveed knew exactly what to do for Y/N’s birthday.

Y/N’s POV

I huffed as I came into the apartment l shared with my boyfriend. Boyfriend. Huh. Still sounds foreign to me. Anyways, today has been awful. Nobody remembered my birthday, even my friends! I didn’t tell them, I wanted to tell them tomorrow so that they could feel guilty. I felt a bit shallow for doing that, and for thinking that they have to remember my birthday. I felt horrible. “Babe, I’m home,” I called out. I found a piece of paper on the kitchen table. “Hey baby, I want you to meet me at the place fate decided to take place. ♡” - Daveed xoxo. Y/N beamed. He always liked to ramble on and on about how beautiful I looked that day he decided to do me for his shoot. I shook my head and smiled.

As I walked to the gardens, I thought about how lucky I was to have Daveed. He was sweet, funny, caring, and devastatingly handsome. I sighed contendly as I walked into the gardens. As I looked around, I noticed there was fairy lights hanging from the poles. As I looked closer, I noticed there were polaroids and regular pictures on there. They were pictures of me and Daveed. Each picture had a date and a caption. “May 12th, 2018, carnival ♥︎” the picture was of me and Daveed in a photo booth, with props making silly faces. I had huge muschtache while making duck lips while Daveed had bunny ears and scrunching his face up in the cutest way holding a rubber ducky. There was another picture of the carnival. We were holding hands and kissing, with the Ferris wheel lights shining in front of us. We were pretty lucky to have Rafael, Daveed’s friend, to be a photographer to. The picture came out perfect.

As I walked and admired the pictures, I heard someone clear their throat. I turned to see Daveed in a tux, holding sunflowers in his hand and bashfully smiling. “Happy birthday my love,” he said, leaning down and giving me a passionate kiss. “Do you like it?” Daveed asked shyly, handing me the flowers.

I gratefully took them and kissed his cheek. “I love it, and I love you, Daveed,” I say. He smiles and kisses me once more. “I love you too, Y/N.” He murmurs against my lips.

This was the best birthday ever.

[serkewen12]

Let It Snow

@getupoffathathang Your Anthony request was perfect for Day 2 of the write-a-thon! I hope you enjoy what I came up with for you! I hope you got to see your concert!

You smiled as you hummed along with the tune of the Christmas carols flowing from the speakers and picked up ornaments to hang them on the tree. There were red, silver, and gold ornaments of all shapes and sizes in the box, along with assorted more personal ornaments you had collected over the years. Every year you had made a tradition of going and getting one of those ornaments that they would personalize with what ever you wanted written on it. 

Grabbing one of the personalized ornaments you carefully pulled it from the little bubble wrap sleeve you kept them each in. You felt giddy when you saw the one from last year, Anthony had picked it out and kept it a surprise. It was a white heart with a diamond ring shape wrapped around it and said "Will you marry me?". He had been so nervous, as if you could have ever said no. You glanced at the picture not far off on a shelf that showed you both laughing as you danced your first dance at the wedding. A clattering noise made you snap your attention over to the kitchen and your husband gave you a shrug and smiled when he picked up one of the metal mixing bowls that had fallen from the cabinet. 

"Chocolate chip, oatmeal butterscotch, or both?" He asked as he held a bag of each type of candy chips in his hands.

"Hmmmmm," you said while hanging another ornament, "Both... both is good."

"Chocolate chip first," he replied excitedly.

"Perfect."

You continued hanging up ornaments and wrapping strings of gold beads around the tree while Anthony busied himself making the cookie dough. You snickered when you noticed he had managed to get flour on his cheek, but decided to not tell him because it was cute. You took a step back to admire your handiwork and to see if there were any spaces that needed a decoration.

"It looks great babe," Anthony said, "Do you want to add the chocolate chips?"

Rushing over when he waved the bag of chocolate chips, you snatched it from him and ate a few from the bag.

"Hey! I said add them not eat them all!"

"Sue me Ramos," you laughed before popping more into your mouth.

"Give me that," he demanded trying to act upset but smiling anyways.

"Never!"

You both laughed as your struggled over the bag of chocolate chips. Finally you grabbed a few more and relented by pouring the rest into the bowl. Anthony huffed as he started mixing them in and gave you a look. You held out your hand offering him a few and he took some and ate them.

"There now we are both guilty," you said.

"I don't know what your talking about," he quipped.

Walking back into the living room you sat the star on the coffee table so Anthony could put it on and started putting lights along the mantle for the Christmas village your mom had given you. The lights flickered causing you to frown a bit and look up and Anthony looked up and watched the lights and shrugged. 

Heading over to the window you looked outside and saw the light dust of snow that had been falling earlier had turned into what looked like a full blown blizzard. 

"It's really coming down out there Ant," you commented looking at the situation outside.

"It can't be worse than Snowmegeddon."

Anthony wiped off his hands and hit the skip button on the music and a familiar tune of Let it Snow came on. Boyz II Men... it was your favorite version and you laughed.

"Well isn't that ironic," he said with a smirk.

"Yeah it sure is..."

You continued to set up the village and quietly singing along with the song. You jumped when you felt Anthony wrap his arms around your from behind and rest his chin on your shoulder.

"I left the star for you," you said quietly.

He took your hand and spun you around and you gave him a questioning look as he wrapped his arms around you and rocked from side to side with the beat.

"Ohhhh, come over here and help me trim the tree, I wanna wrap you up. Baby, then you'll see you're the only present I need. There's so much more, waiting for you in store, from this precious day. I can gladly say, there's no place that I'd rather be, I know you are my everything, come a little closer..." he sang along with the music.

"Let it snow, Let it snow. Outside it's cold but the fire's blazin', so baby let it snow, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow," you sang in response and started to laugh.

Anthony pressed a kiss to your lips and let you go and grabbed the star for the tree. He carefully stood on a chair and placed the star on the top as you watched.

"It's a little crooked," you commented and continued to sway to the music.

He fiddled with the star a bit more and finally got it on straight and climbed down. Stepping back to stand next to you he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

"It looks perfect if I do say so myself," he said proudly.

You opened your mouth to agree when suddenly the lights flickered again and the whole apartment was plunged into darkness.

"Shit..."

"Let it snow," Anthony sang before he broke down into fits of laughter.

[olivelongnprosper]

Say No to This Chapter 1 (Lin x Reader)

Hey Guys! So I’ve never done anything like this outside of Wattpad, and I should definitely be doing my AP Chem narrative, but I thought of this while driving home and listening to Hamilton (duh). I’m open to requests if you like this, though I can’t promise I’ll get it done quickly (sorry I’m super busy!!). Anyway, this will probably be multiple parts and yeah.

Prompt:  There’s no actual prompt for this but basically, Reader has a huge crush on Lin, a boy she met once in her past, and they have great chemistry, but can’t bring herself to talk to him out of the show because she is painfully shy so she disappears after each show so Lin can’t find her.

Warnings: Cussing, angst

“[Y/N] you have to do it!” Renee pleaded. “I heard you singing the other day and I read your diary. This is your chance!” You blushed. It might be juvenile to keep a diary, but you needed someone who wasn’t as nosy as your best friend to talk to about your feelings for Lin. Ever since joining Hamilton as an ensemble member, you noticed him, his bubbly personality, and his killer eyes reeling you deeper and deeper into having feelings you weren’t quite prepared for. Two months after joining the show you started your diary, writing Lin letters about your day and slowly confessing how painfully shy you were but how much you liked him. Or the idea of him anyway since you couldn’t muster up the courage to actually talk to him.

“Renee, you know I can’t! There’s a reason I work backstage. I’m not good at being in the spotlight.” That’s what you told yourself and anyone else who questioned it anyway. There was a time when you thrived in the spotlight.

“We both know that’s a load of bull. I see you at karaoke nights you know. You never sing but I can tell you always want to. This could be your chance! Besides, how else are you going to get to know the man who has ‘eyes that pierce my soul. Grabbing me and pulling me into their depths.’ C’mon [Y/N], this could be your only chance!” Renee pulled on your arm tugging you towards the door of what would be your dressing room.

You groaned. You wrote that one night after a bit too much alcohol and reminiscing about your high school days. “But-”

Renee cut you off.  “If nothing else, do it for me for one night. Jaz will be sick for a while but if you can’t do it we need you until we can call in someone else. We can’t spare any more ensemble. This flu is actually killing us.”

You couldn’t say no to the guilt trip. “Fine” you huffed. “I’ll do it. But I can only guarantee tonight.”  The glint in her eye said she didn’t believe you, but smiled anyway and pushed you into the dressing room.

Once you were there you sat on the couch and looked around hardly believing you just agreed to act out Peggy Schuyler. Broadway had always been your dream. Or it had been until senior year anyway.

Your senior year of high school you were called in last minute for a play like this. The show was Much Ado About Nothing and both the actress playing Beatrice and her understudy were sick. You were pulled from tech the night of the show, and had one of the best performances of your life. The chemistry you had with the boy playing Benedick was like nothing you've ever experienced before. He was borrowed from another school and you never learned his name. You just had that one explosive night with him, and for weeks afterward you dreamt of his eyes and your fiery kiss. You thought you were over him and had moved on but that was until now.

A knock on your door startled you out of your thoughts. “You ready Miss Reynolds?” Renee stepped in to help get you ready but you couldn’t reply. You forgot you had to be Maria as well, and once again you were going to play opposite your mystery boy. You were going to have to kiss him again. He was Lin.

[daveeddiggsit]

Broken

Note: Okay, so I stole this request (with permission of course) from @diggs4life because when I saw it, it gave me a huge inspiration boost. So yeah, thanks Jena. I’d also like to give a huge shout out to @adothoe for pushing me to take the non-lazy approach to this fic because without her, this fic would have probably sucked. Anyway, it’s been soooo fucking long since I’ve posted a fic lol so here you go. Good luck btw. You’ll need it.

Request: “ok angst idea: so reader is a journalist and works for like TMZ or smth and she is given the task to get close to Daveed Diggs so they could pull info out of him about his “mysterious” personal life that not many people know about bc he’s on the rise as a celebrity. so she starts to date him for that reason only but then slowly falls in love with him for real and when Daveed finds out angst ensues. (i hope this made sense) it’s basically one sided fake dating until oops not anymore.” - anonymous

Word Count: 5,892

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: No smut, but lots of angst. Rough break up.

Tag System: @butlinislin @trashfandom14 @fullytenaciousstranger @isis278  @beautifulfound 

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to let him hate your guts with no strings attached then bounce when you got what you wanted. You were supposed to do your job right and get close to him; close enough to learn his secrets and be the journalist who broke his story. You weren’t supposed to fall in love with him in the process.

But you did.

The sounds of the soft thunder and the pitter-patter of the rain falling surrounded you as you walked as fast as you could in your heels. The Esquire Magazine building was coming closer to you with every step and you were determined to get inside before you got even more wet from the storm.

You were supposed to interview with the magazine for a position as an editor. So a few days prior when you got the call from Esquire asking you to come in for an interview, you immediately booked a flight from LA to NYC. You’d spent the entire morning preparing yourself for the interview and making sure that your make up, hair, and dress looked perfect, but you didn’t expect to get soaked from the pouring rain. The storm came out of nowhere.

Mother Nature just wasn’t on your side today.

“Y/N, I swear I’m on your side, but we just need more from you.” Your boss Jason told you.

You were bewildered. “More from me? What else do you guys want from me? I publish an article a day, let you know any new gossip that comes up-”

“I know-”

“Jason, you guys even make me get you coffee in the morning.” You said, exasperated. “I’m pretty sure that wasn’t in the job description when I applied to be a reporter here at TMZ.”

 “Well, who else is supposed to get coffee for us?”

 His comment made you want to throw up. You’d worked just as hard as everyone else, writing up new stories day and night as they came and went, and you still weren’t being treated like a professional.

You glared at him and turned to leave his office. “You’re sick.”

“Woah woah woah, hold on, I’m kidding.” Jason called after you. When you kept walking, he spoke up again. “I can secure you that spot as an editor.”

His statement made you freeze in your tracks.

This was your chance. You could finally have the position you’d been striving towards for years. You’d been waiting for a moment like this ever since you first began working at TMZ.

“What’s the catch?” You sighed, turning back around.

He shrugged his shoulders. “I just need you to write a big article before I promote you. The quicker you write the story, the quicker you get the promotion. You interested?”

You took a few steps closer and sunk down into the chair in front of his desk. “I’m interested.” You stated almost hesitantly. “What’s it on?”

He smirked and leaned back in his chair, lifting his feet onto his desk. “You know that Broadway show everyone was talking about last year? It won a lot of awards and people really liked it because it was like rap or something. Ring a bell?”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “Hamilton?”

“Yeah, that one.” He said. “Well, one of its stars is on the rise and we know absolutely nothing about him. The guy is literally everywhere in the entertainment industry, but his personal life is a mystery. And I think as writers and reporters at TMZ, it’s our job to fix that.”

“So you want me to write this huge thing on the juicy details of this dude’s personal life?” 

“Exactly.” Jason grinned. “But it’s not that easy. You’re gonna have to uncover it all yourself.”

“How? You said it yourself, the media knows nothing. It’s not like I can get information from an interview on Fallon or anything.”

“See, this is the fun part. The guy is actually living in LA now. He’s doing a lot of filming for some TV roles.” His smirk widened. “This is where you come in, Y/N.”

You stared at him with a confused expression before he continued.

“Get close to him.” Jason said. “Talk to him, befriend him, date him, fuck him for all I care. Just do what it takes to unlock his backstory for that article. After that, you can leave, no strings attached, publish the article, and be promoted to an editor. Just like that. It’s easy, Y/N.”

You averted your eyes away from your boss. “I’m���not sure about this, Jason. This is a lot to get involved in. I mean…he’s a person too. If I somehow can get close to him, it won’t end well once he finds out what I’m doing. He definitely won’t be a fan of it.”

“That’s why you’re doing it with no strings attached. So you don’t feel bad.” He stated, taking his feet off his desk so he could lean forward in his seat. “It’s for the good of the company. We need to break a story like this! This benefits you too, Y/N, think about it.”

You sighed, contemplating everything. After a minute or two, Jason grew impatient.

“So?” He asked.

“I’m in.” You said.

A wicked smile broke out on your boss’ face. “Good.” He pulled out a paper and slid it across his desk towards you. “He’s going to be at this dinner party on Thursday night. That’s where you can meet him. Dress nicely and don’t be late. You don’t want to make a bad first impression.”

You sighed inwardly and took the dinner invitation before you turned to leave.

“Oh, and I almost forgot the most important part.” Jason called out as you opened the door. When you turned back, he continued.

“His name is Daveed Diggs.”

When you walked into the building, you beelined straight to the reception desk to check in.

“Hello, do you have an appointment?” The lady from behind the counter asked politely.

“Yes, I have an interview with Mr. Smith for the open editor position.” You responded, rubbing your arms to create warmth. You were freezing.

“Ah, yes.” She said after she typed something into her computer. “Ms. Y/L/N at 1:30, correct?”

You nodded promptly.

“His office is on the fourteenth floor, so you can use the elevator over there.” She pointed to the elevator down the hall. “We have coffee and refreshments on that floor as well. I assume you got caught in the storm, so feel free to help yourself. It might help warm you up.” She smiled warmly, noticing your wet (now drying) figure.

“Thank you.” You returned her smile, before walking down the hall towards the elevator she directed you to.

The already open doors were beginning to close, so you quickened your pace and (thank god) were able to slip through the doors before they shut completely. You didn’t notice that you weren’t alone in the elevator until after you pressed the button labeled ‘14’.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw someone with familiar looking dark, curly hair that brought both butterflies and guilt to your stomach. You were hesitant to turn your head to look at the other person in fear of who the person could have been.

It wasn’t him, right? It couldn’t be him.

You quickly flickered your eyes over to give the mystery person a once over, but you ended up doing a double-take when you saw that the mystery person turned out to be the last person you thought you’d see in NYC. No. There was no way.

Everything was going according to plan. You arrived to the dinner on time and made your way to your table with the help of an usher. Lucky for you, Daveed was already sitting down with a few other people when you arrived.

“Daveed.” He greeted you with a grin once you sat down, reaching his hand out to shake yours.

“Y/N.” You replied, mirroring his smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Daveed.”

“Not bad at all.” You thought to yourself. “He’s hot.” If you were going to go through the effort of flirting with someone constantly to mooch information from them, they had to be attractive at least.

The night went by amazingly. As you spoke to him, you began to understand why Daveed’s popularity was going through the roof; the man was a renaissance man. He was well-rounded and seemed to be good at pretty much everything. He was a musician, actor, poet, writer, you name it. He had many awards and nominations for his work (including a Grammy and a Tony), and the dude had just received an honorary doctorate in fine arts at Brown University. He was charming, funny, humble, and a bit shy (you’d noticed the way he shifted his gaze to the ground with a smile occasionally while talking). And to top it all off? He was attractive.

He really was the full package. Anyone would’ve been lucky to have him.

Realizing all of this, you began to regret accepting Jason’s deal. But you knew you had to pull through or you’d lose your job, knowing your boss after your four years of working for him. So at the end of the dinner, when Daveed asked for your number and if you wanted to go out for coffee the next week, you accepted. Part of you said you did it for work, but the other part said it was because you actually liked Daveed.

The real question, however, was: which part were you listening to?

You couldn’t help but stare at the tall man to your left. Just glancing at him brought back so many memories; memories that were supposed to bring happiness and smiles, but instead brought the opposite due to the guilt and loss that weighed heavily in the pit of your stomach.

He hadn’t changed a bit. Well, he looked the same at least. Judging from what he was wearing, he still seemed to wear his glasses out as often as possible. His silver bracelet and matte black chain were still his go-to accessories. And he sure as hell was still handsome in everything he wore even if it was just a jacket, t-shirt, and jeans.

“Daveed?” His name slipped out of your mouth so quietly that it was barely audible.

But he heard you. Oh, you knew he heard you. Even though he pretended like he didn’t and stared straight ahead, paying no attention to you, the way his jaw tensed ever so slightly at the sound of your voice is what gave it away: he was in as much pain as you were.

You contemplated saying something to him. Should you try to talk to him? It’d been three months since the night things went south…was it even worth trying? He wanted nothing to do with you…or so you thought, judging by the way he’d completely ignored you earlier. You didn’t believe in fate, but for you two to see each other at a place you both were unfamiliar with…that wasn’t just a coincidence, right? You knew you had to try something.

You were brought out of your thoughts when the elevator came to a sudden stop, causing you to stumble slightly. Your arm quickly shot out to clutch onto the railing to steady yourself as your heart pounded in your chest from the sudden halt. You glanced over to Daveed to see him do the same and both of your eyes widened when the lights flickered overhead.

Oh no, this was not good.

Daveed immediately stepped over to the button panel and began to repeatedly press the button of the floor he was headed to.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath, “what did you do?”

You couldn’t help but feel shaken at the sound of his voice. It was the first time you’d heard it in months.

“I-I didn’t do anything…” You stuttered out. The severity of the situation was wearing you down to your core. You weren’t one to stutter, but being soaked from the storm outside, seeing the ex you still hadn’t gotten over, and now being stuck inside a situation where an elevator was malfunctioning…you couldn’t really be blamed.

None of the buttons Daveed was pressing were working, so he went to the last resort: the emergency help button. As soon as he pressed it, the button glowed a bright red and two loud beeps were heard overhead from an intercom speaker.

Not even a few seconds later, a female voice was heard from the same speaker, asking questions like whether everyone inside the elevator was okay or not. Daveed answered for the most part, and the lady then reassured you both that responders were on their way to your location and that they should be there as soon as possible. She then directed you to stay put where you were instead of trying to escape because of safety precautions.

When the lady went off the intercom, Daveed sighed in frustration and dragged a hand down his face. A few seconds later, he slid down to the floor with his back to the wall, casting his eyes down to the ground and away from you. You did the same on the opposite side of the elevator, but watched him as he captured his bottom lip with his teeth, a nervous habit of his you’d noticed a while back.

You couldn’t believe you were in this situation right now. Being stuck in an elevator with the man who hated you? Great.

“Tonight was great, I had fun meeting your friends.” You smiled up at Daveed once you had reached the door to your apartment building. “UTK and Rafa were…”

“Too much? Obnoxious?” Daveed offered, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. He loved his friends, but he knew they probably had overwhelmed you as they did with most people Daveed introduced them to.

“I was gonna say charming.” You chuckled, earning a laugh from him as well.

“Don’t tell them that,” he said, his eyes glimmering in amusement in the low light the street lamp provided. “They wouldn’t let me hear the end of it.”

“It’ll be a secret between the two of us, then.” You replied.

After a few seconds of silence, you broke out of your happy daze to speak again. “Thanks for walking me home, Daveed.”

“No problem,” he murmured. “Needed to make sure you got home safe.”

You smiled softly at each other before you both slowly leaned in simultaneously and Daveed’s hands came out of his pockets to gently grab your waist. The kiss started off warm and sweet, nothing more than his lips chastely being pressed against yours. But it became more heated as your mouths crashed together slowly and passionately. Your hands traveled up his chest and around his neck, pulling your bodies closer together. His heart was beating just as wildly as yours was.

In between kisses, you breathlessly invited him in for wine and he agreed.

You were in for quite the night.

Everything now was silent. The only thing that was audible was the sound of the two of you breathing and the occasional shiver from you.

Daveed snuck a glance at your huddled form in the opposite corner of the elevator, closing your eyes and trying to stay as warm as possible in the soaked dress you were wearing. His eyes softened a little bit before he removed his Babylon jacket and crawled forward a little bit to hand it to you.

Your eyes snapped wide open at his gesture and you shook your head, trying to push the jacket away from you and towards him.

“I-It’s fine, I don’t need it.” You tried to refuse.

He shook his head stubbornly. “Just take the damn jacket, Y/N.” He said, breaking eye contact before he softly added, “You’re gonna freeze to death.”

You were in shock for a few seconds before you slipped the jacket on gratefully, trying not to inhale his scent that was embedded in the fabric that basically consumed you due to its size.

“Thank you,” you murmured softly, huddling into a ball again to warm yourself up (hopefully at a more efficient pace this time).

“Holy shit, D, thank you!” You smiled brightly and excitedly up at your gorgeous boyfriend.

It was your birthday and he had gone all out. After you asking for weeks, Your boyfriend finally took you up from LA to the Bay area so he could show you the place where he grew up. You both spent the entire day bouncing from location to location until Daveed had taken you to most of his favorite spots in his hometown.

When you guys got back to the hotel room, he had surprised you with a present you honestly weren’t expecting: VIP tickets to see your favorite artist live in concert.

When you saw them, you were beyond ecstatic and immediately rushed forward to hug Daveed.

“You know you didn’t have to do all of this for me, right?” Your voice was muffled due to your face being buried into his chest.

“I know, but I did anyway because I’m a good boyfriend.” He grinned, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead.

“That is very true.”

“The best boyfriend.” He added. You could feel him smirk as he mumbled against you.

“The best? Hmm…I don’t know about that one, Daveed…” You teased.

“Oh really?” He pulled his head away from yours to playfully narrow his eyes at you.

“Kidding, kidding.” You laughed, bringing your hand up to cup his cheek. “You may or may not be the best boyfriend I’ve ever had.”

He chuckled and kissed you softly before he murmured, “Good, because I may or may not be in love with you.”

Your breath hitched and in a split second, your brain was going into emotional overdrive. He loved you. Knowing that made you feel tingly inside, like every time he looked at you in a certain way. The way that turned your insides to warm mush and made you want him and only him to exist on the planet with you. The same look in the same way that you unknowingly gave him. Recalling all of this, you realized that you felt the same way.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t supposed to reciprocate his feelings. You were supposed to get him to spill his secrets and leave. But you didn’t care because at this moment, you didn’t give a fuck about your job anymore. And you just realized that you hadn’t for awhile.

Because the most important thing in your life was right in front of you.

“I’m in love with you, too, Daveed.” You whispered, pulling his mouth down to yours again sweetly.

The tense silence was too much for you. You couldn’t be alone with your thoughts around him. It was killing you.

“So, uh, how’ve you been?” You asked hesitantly, your voice suddenly filling up the small space.

“Busy,” he replied shortly, “but fine.”

“I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Back at you,” he said finally looking up to make eye contact again. “I’m just here for a photoshoot and interview.”

“Wait, shouldn’t you be on tour?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows. You remembered him saying that he was going to be on an international tour with clipping. before everything went wrong.

“We’re on a break for a few weeks before we go up to Iceland for a show.” He responded. “What about you? Shouldn’t you be in LA? You’re on the wrong coast.”

He was being cold towards you…but the worst part was that he had every right to be.

“I have a job interview here with Esquire.” You answered as strongly as you could.

“Oh, really?” He asked. “Did you finally get sick of your old job?”

A pang of guilt rang throughout your chest, and you felt ten times worse than you did before. He dealt the low blow. He went there.

“Mmm, can’t you skip today? Take a sick day?” Daveed murmured into the back of your bare shoulder.

A small grin tugged at the corner of your mouth as you turned around to face him, pressing a kiss to his bicep. “Babe, I did that last week.” You reminded him in a soft voice.

“Do it again.” He replied, finally opening his eyes to gaze down at you. “Just say that your cold came back or something, I don’t fuckin’ know.”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, they totally won’t be suspicious that I came to work yesterday perfectly healthy, but today am suddenly sick with a cold again.”

Daveed pulled you tighter against him, trailing his lips down your jaw as he spoke. “Please? Just for today, Y/N, I promise. I’ll make this the last day you ever take off for me.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into him. “Hmm,” you hummed. “You’re gonna have to do better convincing than that, Diggs.”

He smirked before he moved to hover over you, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You hummed again in contentment as you kissed him back lazily.

The moment was ruined by your phone ringing on your night stand, causing both of you to groan and break apart.

“Who is it?” Daveed asked in a low voice that made chills run up your spine.

“My boss,” you groaned again. “I don’t wanna pick it up.”

“Then don’t,” he suggested, rolling off of you to lay on his back directly beside you.

You sighed. “It’s probably important if he’s calling me while I’m at home.”

“Then pick it up.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” You chuckled before you moved out of bed to answer the call.

“Hello?” You said, walking towards the doorway of Daveed’s room.

When you went to close the door on your way out, you heard Daveed whispering loudly to ‘tell him you’re sick’. You chuckled to yourself as you heard Jason rapidly begin to talk.

“Where the hell is the article, Y/N? I told you we needed it by the 14th! What the hell! Why are you late on your deadline?”

Your eyes widened as you tried to explain yourself. “Jason, I-”

“Y/N, we need this article by tomorrow the latest. No excuses.” Jason told you.

“Jason, I can’t, I’m sorry.”

The line went silent for a moment…not a good sign.

“You…can’t?” You could practically feel the anger that was on simmer at the moment.

“I can’t.” You said again. “I won’t. Look, I know I agreed to this earlier and everything, but…I’m not doing this. I’m not writing the article. I’ll become an editor another way.”

Jason was slow to speak, as if he was choosing his next words carefully. “Y/N, we need this article. We are depending on you.”

“I know, and I apologize.”

“This is going to cost you your job in the long run, you know that, right?” He no longer sounded like he was in control of his anger.

“I know.”

There was silence for a few more moments before your boss responded again.

“Well, in that case,” he said, “happy job hunting.”

You swallowed thickly and hung up the phone, setting it on Daveed’s countertop. You didn’t know how to feel. You just got told that you were about to lose your job. You should’ve felt sad, but you didn’t. Maybe this was a good thing. A good thing that you were finally separated from the only toxic thing that was in your life.

You made your way back to Daveed’s room with a smile on your face. Daveed watched you as you climbed into bed and wrapped your arms around his shirtless torso, resting your head on his chest.

 “So?” Daveed asked, automatically letting his arms wrap around you.

 “I’m yours all day.”

The guilt was eating you alive. You couldn’t hold it inside you anymore. You had to fix things.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out.

 “For the elevator?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not your fault. Something probably just went wrong with-”

You cut him off. “No, you know what I’m talking about, D.”

He sighed, breaking eye contact and scratching his beard. “You know what Y/N? I really didn’t wanna fucking talk about this with you.”

“Dav-”

“Much less on a fuckin’ broken elevator.” He continued

“Daveed, if you’d just hear me out, please.”

“No,” The man across from you said, shaking his head. “I’m not going through all this all over again, Y/N, I can’t.”

“You didn’t give me a chance to explain that night!”

“There was nothing to explain! The story was pretty well laid out in that damn article they wrote about us.”

“It was a tabloid article, half of it isn’t true!” You yelled. “Why couldn’t you at least let me explain everything to you?”

“Daveed? You okay?”

A week later, you had asked Daveed to come over so you could talk to him about everything that happened with your job. He deserved to know. But that didn’t stop you from being nervous about the way he could possibly react.

Now you were both on your couch, watching netflix and you were trying to get the guts to tell him everything. But the way he was acting now was scaring you.

He ignored you and kept his eyes glued to his phone. His eyes were furrowed in concentration and he looked like he was deep in thought.

“Carebear, what’s-”

“Don’t call me that.” Daveed’s voice was stone cold and his eyes were the same when they snapped to yours.

Your heartbeat started racing as your eyes widened.

“What’s going on, Daveed?” You asked carefully, hoping that your suspicions weren’t true. He couldn’t know, could he?

He was full on glaring at you now. “Don’t act like you don’t know, Y/N.” He said, clenching his jaw. “Former TMZ reporter Y/N Y/L/N dates Blackish star Daveed Diggs to expose his deepest secrets to the media.” He read the headline out loud to you. You could see him visibly shaking, so you reached a hand out to comfort him, but he sharply pulled away. “You used me.”

You could feel your heart break. No no no no no no, this could not be happening. Not now of all times. Not when you were about to tell him.

”Daveed,” you started hesitantly, “listen to me, I can explain.”

He rolled his eyes. “You fucking used me.” He stood up from your couch.

“D, whatever you saw online isn’t true. You have to let me explain.”

He swallowed and turned to glance at you. “So you didn’t have the intention of dating me only to find out personal details about my life to then write an article and publish it through TMZ?”

You hesitated.

He scoffed, throwing his head back incredulously. “Wow.”

“I-”

“I should’ve known.” Daveed started. “I mean, you were a reporter and I knew about it. I don’t know why I didn’t think anything of it. I should’ve fucking known!” He yelled towards the end.

“Daveed! Please-.”

“You know what?” He continued, ignoring your pleas to listen to you. “I can’t even blame you. This is  my fault. I never should’ve let myself fall for your tricks. I should’ve booked it the moment you told me you worked for a company like that.”

“Hear me out.” You began to cry. “Please, Daveed.”

He paused and stared at you for a second. You felt so vulnerable. As if everything had suddenly been ripped out from under you.

Daveed pursed his lips before he turned away, heading towards your front door. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

You were wrong. Whatever you felt earlier wasn’t your heart breaking. It was nothing compared to what you felt now.

“I was broken, Y/N! You broke me!” He yelled. “Do you know how hard it is to find out that the person you love was only dating you so they could make profit off details about your personal life? Do you?”

“D, it wasn’t like th-”

“Are you sure, Y/N? Because I think it was exactly like that.”

“I never told them anything!” You quickly responded. “Daveed, they fired me because I never wrote the article. I…I couldn’t expose your life like that. I couldn’t do that to you. Not when I got to know the real you. Not when I realized I was in love with-”

“Don’t.” He replied coldly. “Don’t do that. Don’t spit bullshit at me, Y/N. You’ve done enough.”

“I’m not bullshitting you, Daveed. I never lied to you. Every time I told you I loved you, I meant every word. It was all completely authentic. The kisses, the smiles, the laughs, the feelings, none of it was fake for me. The more I got to know you, the more I began to forget about my job. That’s how it was from day one. When we started dating, none of it mattered to me anymore because I had you.” You said, trying to hold eye contact with him. “Please, Daveed, you have to believe me.”

“How am I supposed to know that for sure?”

You sighed, knowing he was exactly right. He wouldn’t know for sure. “I know I should have never taken the job in the first place; It’s something only a horrible, terrible person would do. But at the time, I had nothing. No friends or family in the area, a tiny overpriced apartment, and a terrible low-paying job at TMZ that I thought was going to be my dream job. They kept telling me they were going to give me a position as an editor, but it never happened. I was in a dark place and I was desperate to move my rank up. Because I was tired of being slept on. I wanted to be someone, Daveed.” You said, close to breaking out into tears. “And this isn’t an excuse by any means for what I did to you. I’m not trying to justify what I did; I have no right to. And I’m sorry.”

“You said you never lied to me.” He stated after a few seconds, shaking his head. “You lied about your job. You just said you were a journalist, you didn’t specify which company you worked for. You never told me about your “deal” with your boss-”

“I didn’t lie. I just left those details out-”

Daveed scoffed and rolled his eyes, turning his head to look the other way.

“-but I was gonna tell you! I swear to God I was going to tell you! You saw the headline before I had the chance.”

“You had plenty of chances, Y/N.” He said, turning back to you. His eyes were swimming with emotion; any trace of the anger you had seen before had suddenly vanished and been replaced with hurt.

Silence consumed the vacant space between you and Daveed, leaving you both to simmer in your thoughts. Daveed had his eyes shut as he hung his head, trying to keep himself together. When you caught his gaze, his eyes were glistening with tears. Seeing him like this hurt you deeply.

“I was scared, D.” You whispered softly, now on the brink of tears again. Your voice held every emotion you had felt since that night. “I was afraid that this was going to happen between us, so I waited…but it happened anyway and everything still got fucked up.”

He stayed silent and you let your tears fall before you wiped them away with your- Daveed’s jacket sleeve. Nothing was audible except for the sound of Daveed’s shaky breathing and your sniffs from crying.

“I’m so so sorry, Daveed. You don’t deserve any of this, you deserve so much better.” Your voice was quiet and broken. “This is all my fault, you have every right to hate me. God, even I hate me right now. I’m such a terrible human being-”

“Stop.” Daveed interrupted you, making you shut up immediately. “What you did was cruel, but you’re not a terrible person. I know that’s not true.”

The tears continued to fall down your face despite his attempt to make you feel better.

This situation was so fucked up. You wished you could erase everything that had happened between you two. You wished you could go back to before everything got fucked up between you and Daveed. Everything had been amazingly perfect then.

“Yo, get your own slice, Mooch.” Daveed teased, snatching his slice of pizza out of your grasp before you could take another bite. You were watching Pirates of the Caribbean in Daveed’s apartment and you were too lazy to get up from the couch to get another slice of pizza from his kitchen.

You frowned when he confiscated the pizza but raised an eyebrow at the teasing nickname he called you. “Did you just call me ‘Smooch’?”

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow at you. “Mooch,” he corrected you with a mouth full of pizza.

“Mooch?”

He nodded, swallowing his food. “You know, someone who takes stuff from people and never gives anything in return?”

“Are you saying that I never give back?”

“Well, whenever you steal my food-”

“-which has only been a few times,” you cut in.

“-yeah, pretty much.” He finished simply.

You gave him a look before a smirk appeared on your face. You moved your body over his lap to straddle him, moving his plate onto the side table.

“Fine, then I guess I’ll have to repay you for everything I’ve ever stolen.” You replied, hovering your lips over his.

“In that case, you’ll have to pay me extra because I’m pretty sure you stole my heart.” He smiled, lifting a hand up to rest on your hip.

“Wow, I never knew Daveed Diggs could be so cheesy.”

Your comment made him laugh before he leaned in to kiss you.

“Shut up, Mooch.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Y/N, I can’t forgive you.” Daveed whispered. The words pained him to say out loud. “You know that, right?”

You swallowed hard, looking away from him as you heard the words you were dreading to hear. You knew it was coming…you just didn’t expect it to hit you this hard. But you stood your ground as best as you could. You knew you had to stay strong.

“I know.” You whispered back, holding back another sob.

“I’m sorry.” The words came out softly, as if he on the verge of a sob as well.

It took you a few seconds to respond back. “You have nothing to be sorry for, D.“ You sniffed. “Not your fault.”

After that none of you spoke for a while, leaving you alone with your thoughts. That’s when you came to the realization that you actually couldn’t see things getting any better between you two. There was no fixing this any time soon, it was just too much. You wished so badly that things could go back to normal, but you knew that couldn’t happen.

You were both too broken.

[imaginebeinghamiltrash]

I Choose You

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Requested?: No, but I wrote this drabble on my old account and then Rosie said she was interested in knowing more so this came about!

Summary: Daveed can’t recall when his feelings shifted from platonic to romantic but now he has a crush on his best friend. She also has a boyfriend. Great.

Words: 2k+

A/N: I literally wrote this whole thing yesterday but I got the green light from Ale to post it now so...ENJOY! I hope you like it!

Tags: @hamiltonwrotetheother51 @thehamiltonpost @patron-saintof-sluts @butlinislin @daveeddiggsit @nadialinett14 @librarychild @spidey-boii @me-hoy-me-trash @serkewen12 @daveedish @anthonyramosobc @autistic-alien @runnerriley @hamilsquad-writings @thegirlonhamilton

Everyone wondered how you and Daveed never went through that “crushing on your best friend” phase. Daveed would just shrug and not ponder on it, when you have a friend for so many years you only see them as a friend. You two grew up together, went to school together, and now live together in an apartment. Then one day Daveed realized that he was a sucker for your smile. He’d occasionally go out of his way to buy you your favorite snacks when he noticed you were running low but isn’t that what best friends normally do? He ignored the feeling in his chest and kept it pushing. Then one day he walked into your shared apartment to find you making out with a guy on the couch. You introduced said guy as your boyfriend and Daveed instantly hated him. That was when he knew that the crush phase was here and it was hitting him hard. He had no real basis for his hatred of your boyfriend except the fact that he was your boyfriend. He wasn’t an ugly guy; he was tall, suave and 100% your type. He never had an issue with any of your past partners so this sudden change threw him for a loop.

“Get it together, D.” Daveed rubbed his eyes, sitting up slowly in his bed.

His sheets pooled at his hips as he stretched, a few bones cracking in the process. He slowly stood up, scratching at his bare stomach as he left the room. He heard the TV down the hall and followed the noise. He found you sitting on the couch, flipping through channels as you ate a bagel.

“Y/N, is that my shirt?” Daveed crossed his arms over his chest, walking to the front of the couch.

You looked over at him, an innocent smile on your face.

“I thought it was mine!”

“I am the only person in this apartment who owns Oaklandish shirts, all the ones you claim as yours were once mine.” He pointed out, shaking his head as he sat next to you.

“Oops.” You said, biting into your bagel again.

Daveed was gonna respond when you put your bagel to his lips, he took a bite leaning back against the couch. His eyes lingered over your figure in his shirt. He would let you steal every last one of his Oaklandish shirts if it meant he could see you wearing them all day. You were so beautiful, why didn’t he make this epiphany when you were single?

“Daveed, you should go on a double date with me and Roger.”

Daveed sighed, this isn’t the first time you hinted at a double date. Each time you did he turned it down because the idea of being around you and Roger in an intimate setting was something he would rather avoid.

“No thanks.”

“Come on, I’m trying to get you laid! I know some girls who would love to sink their claws into you.” You teased, poking his stomach.

Daveed slapped your hand away.

“No one is ‘sinking their claws’ into me.” Daveed chuckled, turning his attention to the TV.

“Daveed turning down sex? I’m shocked.”

“Not turning down sex, I am turning down an evening of watching you tongue down your boyfriend. I’ve gotten enough of that in the past 2 years.” Daveed rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Like I haven’t watched you make out with a few girls. You got around in college, D.”

“Those were dark times, how dare you.” Daveed clutched his chest as if he was hurt.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Come on, we-”

You were cut off by the doorbell. You glanced behind you at the intercom and stood up, making your way over to it.

“Who is it?” You asked as you pushed the mic button.

“It’s me babe, open up.” Roger’s voice came through the speaker.

Daveed rolled his eyes as you pushed the button to unlock the front door of the building.

“Isn’t it supposed to be an us day? Movie night?” Daveed groaned, watching you walk to the front door and unlock it.

“I know. I told him that too, I don’t know why he’s here.” You shrugged, pulling the door open and hearing approaching footsteps.

“Hey babe.” Roger said, smiling at you and pecking your lips.

“Hey, what’s up? Why are you here?” You stepped back, letting your boyfriend in.

“I can’t come visit my girlfriend?”

“Of course you can but I told you today was ‘me and D’ day.” You said, locking the door and following him to the living room area.

Daveed kept his focus on the TV though he could hear Roger behind him.

“Well I got a bit bored so I thought I could hang with my girlfriend and her best friend.” Roger jumped on the couch, glancing towards Daveed.

“Am I interrupting something?” Roger raised a brow, noticing Daveed’s lack of shirt.

“I just woke up.” Daveed deadpanned, already having little patience for your boyfriend.

You noticed the tension and immediately sat between both boys.

“Babe, can we talk in the kitchen?” You turned to him, batting your eyelashes.

“Of course.” Roger stood, holding your hand as you lead him to the kitchen.

You pulled him as far in as you could and turned to face him, arms crossed over your chest.

“You could’ve texted me.” You lowered your voice, knowing Daveed was a few feet away.

“I wanted to surprise you, I missed you.” Roger whispered back, his hands on your hips.

You smiled lightly and pecked his lips.

“That’s sweet babe but you know Daveed isn’t really a fan of you. I don’t need that negative energy in my home. I live with him.”

“I know that but you should be considerate about my feelings as well. I shouldn’t have to tiptoe around your best friend. I am your boyfriend, your partner. It’s unfair. How do you think I feel when I come over and he’s shirtless and you’re wearing what is probably his shirt and no pants?” Roger responded, anger slowly dripping into his tone.

“First of all, I am wearing shorts. Second of all, me and Daveed have always been like this since we were kids. You knew our dynamic the moment you entered this house and you still asked me to be your girlfriend.” You shot back, trying to hold back any sign of irritation in your voice.

“I didn’t think it would always be him over me when I asked you out!”

“It’s never been him over you! There’s a difference between separating two people and choosing one over the other. I never canceled our dates. I came to all of your family dinners and went to your place to take care of you when you were sick. I’ve been nothing but fair and the one time I ask you to do me a favor by staying away for one day out of the month, it’s a fucking issue? You’re acting like a child!”

Your voice was slowly raising and you knew you should try to lower it but Roger was working your nerves.

“I am not acting like a child! I’m calling out your bullshit!” Roger yelled, his hand dropping from your hips.

“My bullshit? Do you hear yourself? You’re having a hissy fit over nothing!” You yelled back, pushing past him and heading for the living room.

Daveed watched you both enter the living room. He decided to stay out of it, for now.

“I am not! I have a right to feel threatened!”

“By a man who has been in my life since before I could even speak! I don’t know what you want from me, Roger!” You turned to face him again, exasperation clear in your tone.

“I want you to choose me!”

You paused, trying to make sense of what he just said.

“What?”

“I’m giving you an ultimatum. Me or him. You could move in with me and we can start a new stage of life. Or you can stay here with him and lose me. It’s your choice.” Roger said, giving you an intense look.

You noticed Daveed starting to get up from the couch but you held out your hand, signaling for him to stop. He slowly sat back down, gritting his teeth.

“So that’s it? Either you or him?” You repeated, leaning against the wall near the door.

Roger nodded, “Me or him.”

You nodded slowly, walking to the door and opening it.

“Bye.”

Roger’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.

“Excuse me? You’re serious right now?” Roger said in disbelief.

“Yep. Go. Get out. I made my choice.” You opened the door wider, your voice cold.

Roger was stunned. He stood there, mouth gaping like a fish out of water. Finally, he straightened his posture and walked out with his head held high.

“Don’t call me when you-”

“Don’t worry. The last thing I’m gonna do is call you.” You cut him off, slamming the door shut in his face and locking it.

You took a deep breath, resting your head against the door. You just broke up with your boyfriend of two years.

Daveed stood up and walked over slowly, trying to find something to say but nothing felt right.

You turned around and jumped slightly when you saw how close Daveed was to you. He smiled sympathetically.

“I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to make you lose him…” Daveed spoke softly, opening his arms.

You walked closer and hugged him tightly before pulling away to look at him.

“It’s fine, I don’t need him. I have you. I’ve always had you.”

Sure, you loved Roger. It hurt to have him do this to you but if he was going to act like that then you didn’t need him. Daveed was a constant in your life that you could rely on more than anyone else you knew. Of course you would choose him.

Daveed looked at you, a smile slowly forming on his face.

“You mean that?” He asked, arms still around you.

“Of course! Us against the world, remember?” You smiled back, resting your hands on his shoulders.

Daveed felt a surge of joy that had him grinning ear to ear. You giggled and tilted your head. You can’t remember the last time you’d seen Daveed smile that big. You were going to ask what had gotten into him when suddenly Daveed’s lips were on yours. As quickly as they were on you, they were gone. Daveed’s grin replaced with a look of horror as he pulled his arms away from you.

“I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I...I…” Daveed backed away slowly, feeling like the world around him was crumbling.

Why did he do that?

“I….”

Daveed tried to find the words to save him. The words that would justify his stupid decision but nothing came up. His throat felt like it was closing on him. You were looking at him but you weren’t saying anything, just staring at him with an expression he couldn’t read.

Why won’t you say anything?

Daveed turned on his heels and retreated into his room, closing the door behind him. He needed to get out. He needed to leave. He quickly tossed on a shirt and his shoes, grabbing his keys and opening his window. He went down the fire escape and started walking down the street, his thoughts racing faster than he could comprehend.

You blinked slowly, the silence in the apartment bringing you back into the moment.

What just happened?

You walked down the hall and knocked on Daveed’s door.

“D? Daveed, please open up. I’m not mad if that’s what you think…” You wrapped your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling vulnerable.

You didn’t know what to think about what just happened but having two men walk away from you today would be too much.

“Daveed?...”

You slowly opened the door, looking around and noticing the wide open window. Your heart sank as you realized Daveed wasn’t here anymore. With a deep sigh, you closed the door and walked to your room. You were left to an empty apartment and your thoughts.

[hamiltonimagines]

Best Partner I Could Ask For

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Request: “something sweet with Daveed. Like we're in a movie together?” - @hj-creates

Word Count: 1.7k

“So how’re you feeling? You nervous” Daveed asked me.

Daveed and I were about to be on the Ellen DeGeneres show to promote a new movie that we both starred in.

Over the course of filming, Daveed and I become really close. He was a really good friend, and that was important when you were working long days together.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little nervous. This is my first time on a talk show” I told him. “You are going to kill it and I’ll be right there with you” he said, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.

Then, I heard Ellen announce “Please welcome Y/N and Daveed”. The audience started to cheer and applaud. Daveed gave me a smile, before we walked out.

We walked around the corner and waved at the audience as we walked to the couch. We got to the couch and Daveed motioned for me to go in front of him.

I walked in front of him and gave Ellen a hug. Then I stepped back and she gave Daveed a hug. Then, we all sat down.

“Hi Y/N, Daveed, how are you guys?” She asked. “We’re doing good, thank you for having us” Daveed said, knowing I was a little nervous. “Yes of course. So, you both are in a new movie called See You at Lucy’s. What is it about?” Ellen asked.

“Well I play a woman named Lucy who owns her own diner. She lives in a small town and she meets this rich business man, who happens to be passing through the town. His name is Eric, and he is played by the wonderful Daveed Diggs. And they both meet and they fall in love” I explained. “Oh that’s really sweet. So what was it like working together on this movie?” Ellen asked.

“Y/N was an absolute wonder to work with. If you haven’t seen any of her work, you need to go watch it right now. She is seriously one of the most talented actresses I know” Daveed complimented. The audience awed and I looked over at Daveed and smiled at him.

“He’s being too kind, not only is Daveed such a good actor. He’s just a really good person, we worked really early mornings and late nights on this movie. There is no one I would rather have around. Anytime that I was getting tired or frustrated, he was always there to make me laugh. He was seriously the best partner I could ask for” I elaborated. Daveed put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me in for a short side hug.

“Alright, so now on to the more juicy questions. The people want to know, are you dating?” Ellen asked. I froze up, I wasn’t prepared for this kind of question. I totally had a crush on Daveed, I could feel my cheeks heat up. I hoped Ellen wouldn’t notice my panicked expression though.

“What people Ellen?” Daveed asked, skillfully dodging the question. “Everybody, now stop avoiding the question” she replied and the whole audience cheered.

“We are not dating” Daveed answered, simply. It was the truth. “What about you Y/N? Do you agree?” She asked me, hoping that I would slip up.

“No, Daveed’s right. We are definitely not dating. Why do you all want us to be dating?” I asked the audience, giggling to myself. “Well maybe because of this photoshoot” Ellen said, and then a photo came up on the screen. We both turned around to look at it and we both froze in our seats.

A few months ago, Daveed and I had to do this photoshoot as promo for the movie. One of the scenes in the movie, was us hanging out at Daveed’s characters pool. So we had to take some photos in the pool, that they were going to use for some of the movie posters.

We had just taken a bunch of funny and goofy photos. We had one where I was sitting on Daveed’s shoulders in the pool. There a few of us both jumping into the pool. “Alright, we need a romantic one now” our director had told us.

“What do you want us to do?” I asked our director. “How about you both hold each other and pretend like you’re leaning in to kiss?” Our director suggested. We both gave the director a thumbs up.

“Alright come here love” Daveed jokingly said, opening his arms to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, while we were standing in the pool. I placed by hands on his shoulders. We both leaned in slightly.

It wasn’t hard to pretend like I was in love with him, I had had a crush on Daveed since we met at the auditions.

“This looks awkward, how about you actually kiss and we’ll take the photos as you’re leaning in. It’ll look more realistic” our director told us. We both nodded and I took a deep breath. “It’s okay, it’s just me” Daveed said, making me giggle.

We both leaned in and slowly connected our lips. We hadn’t done any of our kiss scenes for the movie, so this was our first kiss. It felt magical, I tried to ignore the fact that there was a whole camera crew watching.

Daveed cupped my face and kissed me. I could feel him smile as we kissed.

Then we pulled away and we both had cheesy grins on our faces. I was about to say something to him, when our director yelled out “Okay, we got the shot. You guys can go dry off”.

I was majorly disappointed, I was hoping to get to kiss him again. I figured we would talk about it, but we never did.

Now, looking at the photo that Ellen had, clearly our director had decided to take a photo while we were kissing, as opposed to as we leaned in.

“Care to explain?” Ellen asked us. “That was a shot for the movie posters” Daveed said, trying to act nonchalant. “Really? You seem to be enjoying yourself, you have a big ole smile on your face in this picture” Ellen said, smirking.

“It’s because we’re professional actors” I lied and the audience started laughing. “Keep telling yourselves that. So what was each of your favorite moments from shooting this movie?” Ellen asked us. I was so glad that she changed the subject.

“My favorite was definitely Y/N’s birthday. She didn’t want anyone to know that it was her birthday, but we all found out anyway. And we all decided to prank her. So I was acting out a scene with her and I went completely off of the script. She was so confused and we had our director in on the prank. Y/N was trying to go along with it, and it was hilarious” Daveed said, chuckling to himself.

“That was so embarrassing. My favorite wasn't from the actual shooting of the movie. But Daveed and I started this tradition where every Friday night, after filming, we’d go to Daveed’s trailer and watch a movie” I said. “Oh yeah, watch a movie” Ellen said, doing air quotes when she said “watch a movie”.

The audience started to laugh again. “No” I said, embarrassed. “To be fair, we did actually watch movies” Daveed clarified. “I don’t believe you. Look at her face, she can’t even keep a straight face” Ellen said.

I felt so embarrassed. I buried my face in Daveed’s chest and he put his arm around my shoulders. I could feel his body shake as he laughed. “She’s got something to hide” Ellen said.

“No I don’t, I swear” I said, pleading with the audience to believe me. “We’ll see if the people believe you. Thank you guys for being on the show today. We’ll be right back with our next guest” Ellen said, doing an intro to the commercial break. The crew started to fix everything so it was ready for the next guest.

Daveed and I both stood up and gave Ellen hugs again. “You guys can tell me, are you guys actually dating?” She asked, now that our microphones weren’t on. “No, we’re not. Sorry to disappoint” Daveed said, laughing. “Well thanks for coming, I’ll see you guys soon” Ellen told us. We both said goodbye and walked backstage.

We got back to our dressing room and sat down on the couch. “Hey can we talk about something?” I asked Daveed, nervously. “Yeah of course, what’s wrong? You seem nervous” he said, placing a hand on my thigh to calm me down. “The kiss” I said, simply.

“Are you worried about the picture? I know we thought it was supposed to just be us leaning in, but I think it works good for the poster” he explained. “No, I mean I agree. It’s just...that’s not what I wanted to talk about” I said. “Well what do you want to talk about?” He asked me.

“We kissed” I said, not knowing how to put it into words. “Yes we did, I remember” he said, chuckling. “We never talked about it” I said, uncomfortably. “Well we’re talking about it now, so what do you want to discuss?” He asked.

Daveed was such a good guy and he always knew how to make me feel comfortable.

“Daveed, I like you. I don’t how else to tell you. But we kissed and I was about to tell you, that day in the pool and then the director said we were done. And we never even got to talk about it. I thought the kiss was pretty special, but I feel like you didn’t have that same reaction. And once we’re done with promo, I still want to hang out. I don’t want to just never talk again, after this movie is out. You’re an amazing person and I don’t want to lose you” I told him.

“It was special” Daveed said, sincerely. He cupped my face and leaned it and connected our lips. It was slow and sweet. He tasted like spearmint. We pulled away and Daveed interlaced our fingers. “I promise that you will never lose me” he said, sweetly.

“Wait, so you like me too?” I asked, still in shock. “I thought the kiss gave that away, but yes Y/N, I am head over heels for you” he said, smiling.

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Mystery Date Night

A/N: I wrote this short fluffy drabble for my friend, @linmanuclmiranda

Anthony x reader

502 words

You took a deep breath as you looked yourself over in the mirror. Anthony had told you to dress casual for your date tonight. It was a special day, your one month anniversary. You touched up your lipstick and left the bathroom, he was waiting for you in the living room.

“Y/n, wow.” He looked at you, adoring your features, and his smile spread from ear to ear. You blushed and looked at your feet as he approached you, wrapping an arm around your hip. He lifted your chin with his other hand and brought your face up to look at him. “You are so gorgeous, y/n.” He placed his lips on yours gently, softly nibbling at your bottom lip, begging for entry. You’re lips parted, as your tongues danced together for a few moments before he pulled away slightly, leaving you wanting more. He rested his forehead against yours and whispered “I love you, babe.” He wrapped his arms around you in an amorous hug, which you returned. You pulled away from the hug and he held your hand and guided you out of your shared apartment and to his car, he opened your door and helped you in like a true gentlemen, but before closing your door he leaned down, with a blindfold in his hand.

“Ooh kinky,” You said with a smirk. He blushed, but tried to mask it with a chuckle, “No, it’s not like that. I just want it to be a surprise.” He wrapped the blindfold over your eyes and tied it behind your head. He kissed your cheek and gently closed your door for you.

The entire short car ride was spent with you trying to guess where you were going.

“A fancy dinner?” You asked.

“Nope!” He replied, cheerily. Confident you wouldn’t guess correctly.

“Hmm… beach?”

“Nope.”

This continues for a few more guesses, all unsuccessful. You feel the car stop and reach for the blindfold.

“No no no, not yet babe. Just wait.” Anthony said, taking your hand. The anticipation was killing you though. You hear him get out and close his door, And moments later he gently opened yours and guided you out of the car. You tried to listen and smell for hints, but all you could smell was Anthony's cologne and there were no distinguishing sounds either.

He brought you to a stop and stood behind you. He whispered in your ear, “are you ready?”

You nodded excitedly causing him to giggle as he removed the blindfold and your jaw dropped. You were surrounded by gorgeous shades of blue, and beautiful fish. You were in an aquarium tunnel, fish were swimming above you and in front of you and in every direction. You turned to Anthony, tears in your eyes distorted your vision as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Its so beautiful, I love it! And I love you!”

He wrapped his arms around your waist, and whispered “I love you too, y/n. I love you so much!”

[hamilbroke]

Mornings(Lafayette x Reader)

You cuddled to the cold space beside you, expecting Gilbert to be there. Groaning, you lazily picked yourself up and grabbed the nearest shirt you can reach. Realizing it was his shirt you grabbed, you inhaled the scent you always loved about him. What happened the night before might explain why all your clothes were in a shitstorm on the floor.

You got out of the bedroom and went immediatly to the kitchen, hearing some cooking going on. From behind, you wrap your arms around Lafayette, who’s intensely focused on his cooking.

“What are you cooking, babe?” You ask, nuzzling your face between his shoulder blades.

“Breakfast, mon amour. Last night must have exhausted you.” He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your temple. His morning voice was just one of the reasons why you love waking up.

“Uhuh. Still amazing though.” You say, now walking towards the refrigerator. You hear him chuckle again, slightly shaking his head.

“You did phenomenal as well.” He answers. You walk back to the counter beside him and jumped on this. Watching Gilbert cook made him 10 times hotter than he already is.

“Y/N, what are you eating?” He asks, noticing the small bucket of ice cream in your hand.

“Breakfast.” You smirk, mocking what he said earlier. You slowly put the spoon with ice cream in your mouth.

“It’s early morning. That’s bad for your health, mon ange.” He says, glancing back at you, not wanting to ruin his cooking.

“I don’t want you as my nutritionist, Gilbert. Being my boyfriend is enough.” You smile, knowing that disobeying him annoys Laf.

“Y/N.” Gilbert says, showing a stern expression on his face.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You tease him once again. Lafayette turns off the stove and moved in between your legs. His face dangerously(or not) close to yours. He examines you from head to toe, finally looking back to your eyes with a smirk on his face.

“You’re wearing my shirt.” He whispers, placing his hands on your thighs.

“I don’t care.” You put your arms around his neck.

“Yeah keep it on. My shirts look hot on you.” He says, before finally placing a passionate kiss on your lips. You grab the nape of his neck and move to the edge of the counter to deepen the already hot kiss. You hear him moan softly making you smirk into the kiss. He places his hands on your back, pulling you closer.

After a few minutes, which only felt like seconds to both of you, he pulled away. He softly placed his forehead on yours.

“Coffee crumble tastes better when it’s on your lips, amour.” He chuckles. You lightly slap his shoulder.

“Jesus fucking christ, Laf. You’re disgusting.” You push him away. He kissed you again, sweeter and less intense than the last.

“And yet you love me.” He winks, continuing his cooking.

You couldn’t help but agree. You wouldn’t want anyone else except him.

[iamanoriginal]

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!

Masterlist

“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.

[cafecitowriter]

Let Your Heart Decide - Part 2 (LMM x Reader)

A/N: Wowie so here’s the second part! It’s like mostly fluff with a good dash of family antics so I hope you all enjoy! :)

Word Count: 5,565

Tags: @defenestrate-yourself-please @insane-hamilton-imagines

Part 1

Masterlist

The next few days passed by in relative normality compared to the day you had spent with Lin.

Prince Lin-Manuel, you reminded yourself, not for the first time.

Jasmine had been pestering you nonstop about what had happened, and you had struggled with what to tell her. After all, what could you say?

Oh yes, my dearest sister, I spent the entire day gallivanting the kingdom with the prince, only I didn't know he was the prince. This resulted in the confusion of me going to prison for a few hours but he got me out and escorted me home so I've completely forgiven him. Not to mention I am most likely developing feelings for him.

It was positively absurd.

Therefore you tried to tell her as little as possible while still satisfying her curiosity. However it was five days later and she was still insatiable. To make things harder for you, today was your usual mending day, meaning that you and Jasmine would be spending hours alone together stitching up your family's clothing. Three hours of sewing and badgering, and she was showing no signs of letting up.

"I told you already Jazzy, he is a kind and genuine man,” you said in a bored voice.

"Then why were you taken to prison?” she questioned.

"That was simply a misunderstanding-"

"But what could be misunderstood? After all it's not like either of you was a wanted fugitive or royalty or anything of the sort."

You prided yourself at being very good at hiding your thoughts and emotions. However, this meant that Jasmine had become attune to detecting the small cracks in your façade. Unfortunately for you, this meant that she noticed how the next stitch you made was slightly larger than the rest. She gasped.

"Is he a fugitive?"

"Oh please have some sense now, Jazzy! Of course I would not be out and about the kingdom with a fugitive.”

"But you only just met him. How could you know?"

"Believe me, I know,” you snorted.

"Well if he's not a fugitive then what could be so special about him to attract the attention of the royal guard?” she protested.

"I haven't the slightest idea,” you replied, feigning indifference.

"Yes you do! That's why you're being so secretive about it," she accused.

"I'm not being secretive," you deadpanned.

"Then why won't you even tell me his name?"

It was clear that she was getting frustrated. However you remained silent, hiding your own growing frustration.

"Is it because I would recognize him?"

Missed stitch.

"That's it! It's someone I know! Oh Y/N you have to tell me!"

"I really don't think I-"

"I still haven't told anyone of what happened," she cut you off.

"And for that I am grateful. I told you that I would tell papa when the time is right,” you reminded her sternly.

"When will that be? It's been five days since you've come home and I've been as quiet as a mouse about the subject-"

"Could've fooled me-"

“- which is why I believe that I deserve to know. After all, you know about all of my escapades."

"Is that what we're calling them now?" You asked, the corners of your lips turning up.

"Of course! Anything with adventure and running and secret men has to be called an escapade. It's more exciting that way,” she grinned.

"You've been reading too many romance novels," you teased.

"And now you're basically the heroine in one of them!"

"I highly doubt that," you said with a roll of your eyes, though you couldn't help but be amused.

"Then tell me his name."

"Ja-"

"Or tell me why the royal guards chased and arrested you.”

"I'm not-"

"If it's so unimportant and irrelevant then of course there would be no harm in telling me," she reasoned.

You looked at your sister and sighed. She really had inherited your father's stubbornness.

"It's highly inappropriate-"

She practically squealed as she set her sewing aside.

"And you must promise me that you will not tell a single soul,” you told her firmly.

"I promise!"

"Even Ant."

"Even Ant," she agreed, nodding her head furiously.

You took a deep breath.

"Alright... his name is Lin."

Jasmine waited for you to continue. When you didn’t, she furrowed her brow.

"Why were you so concerned about me knowing his name? We don't know anyone of that name. The only person that I can even think of that has that name in the whole kingdom is the pr-"

Jasmine's eyes became comically large.

"No. Way." she all but whispered.

"Yes way," you replied quietly, a self conscious smile forming on your lips.

"Y/N... you mean to tell me that you spent the entire day parading the kingdom with Prince Lin-Manuel and didn’t even consider to ever tell me?!"

"I didn't know it was him!," You defended. "He was in disguise!"

Jasmine made a noise that was made in part of a giggle and another part of a squeal.

"This is so romantic!" She sighed.

"Romantic?" You questioned.

"A handsome, charming prince in disguise befriends the fierce and beautiful farm girl. They spend the day together and when disaster arises, he saves her and escorts her home!"

"How do you-"

"Does anyone else we know even own a carriage that lavish?” she smirked.

"Point taken..." you begrudgingly agreed.

"Oh come on Y/N! How can this not excite you?"

"It's all disgustingly cliché, if you ask me," you said with a roll of your eyes.

"Just you wait. Soon you'll see that he returns your feelings and you'll be happily married."

“What - who said that I-"

"It's written all over your face," Jasmine smirked, causing you to blush.

“Ridiculous,” you muttered.

"Romantic," Jasmine corrected in a sing-song voice.

"Besides," you continued as though you hadn’t heard her, "I highly doubt he'll remember me by the time the week is over. It was a fun adventure, I suppose-"

"You suppose?" she interrupted, her smirk ever present.

“- but, we must get back to reality,” you said firmly.

“But-”

“But nothing! Princes don't marry farm girls. That only happens in those romance novels that you're clearly far too invested in."

"Just give it a chance," Jasmine pleaded.

"Fine. But only if I see him again and he speaks to me,” you sighed.

"Deal!" Jasmine grinned, happily continuing her sewing.

As you took a breath before resuming your own, you attempted to calm the butterflies in your stomach at the thought of speaking to him again. Of course your mind had been preoccupied with thoughts of him almost incessantly since your encounter, especially considering he had asked to see you again. After all, the Lin you had gotten to know was a man of his word.

You simply didn't realize that he would be so quick at keeping his promise.

...

The next day you were gathering the mail and sorting it into piles.

One for Jasmine, from Anthony. No surprise there.

One for Jordan. From what you could only assume by the strange handwriting on the front, it was from the classmate of his that had been taken by him.

One from your aunt in the neighbouring kingdom of Beroh, inquiring about the family and wishing you all well.

And a small one. Written on the front was your name in an unfamiliar handwriting. You looked at it curiously and slowly opened it.

My dearest Y/N,

I apologize that it has taken me so long to get in touch with you, but I needed to diffuse the whole issue of my running away and whatnot.

In no way does that mean that my thoughts were not filled with you. With your laugh, and your quick witted responses to my own.

I apologize if I am too forward in my writings. I could not find a better way to properly begin this letter. As you surely receive dozens of letters each week I wanted to ensure that this one was special, because that is what you are. Special. In every manner about you, therefore surely you deserve nothing less. Of course I realize that I could have written this letter better, but I hope you will forgive me. It seems as though you make it hard to think straight, though the world appears before me clearer than ever.

Before I go on blundering and make a bigger fool of myself than I already have, I would like to ask something of you. I meant what I said when I asked to see you again. If your answer has not changed, please meet me at the tree we climbed in the Berusian forest, tomorrow at midday.

I look forward to the hope of seeing you again.

Siempre,

Lin

You read the letter once with wide eyes and a racing heart. You read it a second time with shaking hands and a goofy grin on your lips. You read it a third time containing the giggles that were threatening to tumble from your mouth.

It was one thing to be asked to be seen again, it was another for him to follow through. Lin was asking to see you again tomorrow. You were going to see the prince again.

…

The next day your heart was thumping almost as loud as your footsteps as you made your way down the stairs. You had almost made it out the door when you heard your father’s voice behind you.

“Off to the market again, Y/N?”

You stopped and turned around.

“Yes. Yes I was going to tell you papa. Sorry, I suppose I’m just a bit distracted,” you apologized.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Yes of course. Just excited about the warmer weather, really. It’s making me a tad restless, I suppose,” you lied.

Your father eyed you for a moment before nodding slightly.

“Of course. I’ll let you off to the fresh air then.”

“I’ll be home later,” you promised, kissing his cheek.

Leaving the house, you thought about how much you hated lying to your father, but there was no possibility of telling him everything. It wasn’t even fathomable how you would explain it all to him.

You walked down toward the forest, tan cloak wrapped around your body, hood over your head. As much as you loved being out in the open, you wanted to draw as little attention to yourself should you pass someone you might know. You weren't certain how much Lin wanted people to know about, well about you, but you knew that it was probably best to be on the safe side.

Easily locating your tree, you looked around for Lin. It wasn't hard to find him, seeing as there was only one other person there who happened to be wearing a very familiar brown cloak.

"I quite admire your cloak," you said out loud to him.

Lin turned around and pulled his hood down. He had left his hair down, just like when you first saw him without the hood. If possible, he was even more handsome than you remembered. He stood tall with prince-like confidence. His smile was radiant. You returned it and continued speaking.

“However, I regret to inform you, your Highness, that I wear mine better," you teased.

"I thought that was obvious," Lin said, not missing a beat.

You blushed, grateful for the hood covering your head - and your darkening cheeks. You couldn't help but duck your head anyway.

“I am truly glad you came," Lin said, his voice genuine.

You looked up and took off your hood.

"Of course I came," you smiled, stepping closer to him.

“I’m sorry it took so long to write,” he apologized.

“So long? It had only been six days when I received your letter. You continue to surprise me, your Highness,” you teased, causing him to blush.

“Lin,” he corrected.

“I know, I simply enjoy making you blush,” you grinned.

Lin laughed, in spite of his pink cheeks.

“It seems I’m not the only one who continues to surprise,” he smiled.

“Well what good would it do if I let you have all the fun?” You smiled, feeling particularly bold.

“In all sincerity, however,” you continued, “I hope that you didn’t get into too much trouble because of me.”

“Nonsense. The only trouble I got into was a result of my own actions,” Lin brushed off.

“But everything is alright now?”

“Yes, but I do not wish to talk of all that. I would like to talk about you. I wish to get to know you better,” he said, stepping toward you.

“I would like the same,” you admitted.

“Well then, why don’t you show me another one of your favourite areas of our kingdom while I tell you the story of how Tobi and I outraced the Troyavan prince,” Lin said cheerily.

“Tobi?” you asked as you began to lead him to the of Devaine Meadows.

“Short for Tobillo. She’s my horse.”

…

You met Tobi on your next encounter with Lin, two weeks later, when he arrived to your tree on horseback.

“She’s beautiful,” you murmured as you gently stroked her face.

“She’s not the only one,” he winked at you.

You rolled your eyes despite your blush.

“Come now, hop on!” Lin said.

“Sorry?”

“Well you didn’t think I was going to make you walk while I rode Tobi?”

“Actually I’m alright with walking. If you can believe it, I find that walking is very pleasant. It’s one of my favourite activities in fact,” you began to ramble, nervously playing with your necklace.

“Is everything alright?” Lin asked softly.

“Yes of course,” you reassured, though it didn’t come out quite as sincere as you would have liked.

“Do you not like horses?” he asked, confused.

“I like them! I just seem to have terrible luck with riding them… Except for Charlie, of course,” you admitted quietly.

“Tobi is the sweetest horse I know. She wouldn’t buck anyone off,” he reassured.

You bit your lip.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“I’m sorry?”

“Do you trust me?” he repeated, eyes locking with yours.

“Of course,” you told him honestly.

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” he said, reaching his hand out to you.

You contemplated for a moment before accepting his hand. Lin helped you on Tobi. Taking your seat behind him, you put your hands on his waist. Usually this was the point where the horse would start to shift and move. Tobi, however, was perfectly calm.

“See? Told you.”

You could practically hear the smirk in Lin’s voice.

“So you did,” you conceded.

You leaned up a bit and kissed his cheek before settling down again.

“Now turn right. Today I’m taking you to see the Hidden Market,” you instructed.

“The Hidden Market?” he inquired.

“I promise it’s all legal!”

Lin laughed and guided Tobi to turn right.

…

The next few months were spent having sporadic meetings with Lin. He would always write you a letter the day before you were to meet. They were always filled with beautiful words that would increase your heart rate at what was surely an unhealthy amount.

As Lin had many duties to attend to on a daily basis, it was always uncertain when you would see him again. Sometimes it would be weeks, sometimes it would be a month or more. No matter much time had passed, however, Lin would always light up at the sight of you, and you couldn’t help but do the same.

You would always trade stories over the day’s adventure. The more you met with Lin, the stories soon turned to sharing with each other your own honest thoughts on the world, your private consolations, your private agonies. As you told Lin in detail about how hard your mother’s passing had been, he confessed how despite his continuous attempts to be a good ruler and do what was right by his kingdom and his people, he was always afraid that he would make the wrong decision and it would have irreversible consequences. Right now he had the safety blankets of his parents, even if they could be demanding at times. How would he fare being the sole person responsible for the wellbeing of everyone in Orchadia?

Each truth of the heart shared between the two of you served to seal your bond with Lin further. Whether you were exploring the kingdom or merely lying on a blanket in the Berusian forest under your tree - as this one particular day found you - every day with Lin was a new adventure.

“I don’t understand it,” Lin sighed after half an hour of silence.

“I’m sure there must be a way to settle the claim without the family losing their home,” you reassured.

“The only thing I actually know is that the claim exists. No one else has told me anything except for the family’s surname and that if they don’t pay what they owe within the month then they lose the house, and I am only supposed to put my seal on it to make it official! How do I even begin to understand what is going on, let alone how to fix it?”

“You could talk to them,” you suggested.

“I’m sorry?”

Lin had sat up, and was looking at you as though you had grown an extra head. You sat up as well and met his eyes.

“Talk to the family. You know the family’s surname, yes? Find them and ask them why they haven’t been making payments, and then you could make an arrangement with them to pay it back as soon as they can. No one who doesn’t pay for their home does so purposefully, after all, and you have the power to ensure that they still have a roof over their heads. Without your seal, the claim cannot come to fruition.”

You saw each step in how Lin processed your words; from confusion, to contemplation, and finally, realization.

“Y/N that - you are a genius!”

“I know,” you joked.

“Only,” you saw Lin begin to deflate, “I do not know where they live.”

“However, I most likely do. Or I can find someone who does,” you said proudly.

“You would do that?”

“Of course! Doesn’t it pay to have friends in high places?” You teased.

“You are incredible,” Lin told you, grabbing your hands and kissing them.

“Now, what’s the name of the family?” you asked him softly, ignoring the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Gonzalez.”

Your heart stopped, and you felt the smile drop from your face immediately.

“I’m sorry… Gonzalez? Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ve been reading that claim over and over for almost a week now I am certain I have it memorized.”

“No,” you whispered.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Lin asked, clearly concerned.

“We have to go to this family immediately,” you told him.

Though he wanted to know what exactly had upset you so, Lin knew you better than to ask questions when you became this quiet. He stood up after you did, and watched as you folded the blanket and put away the picnic items, placing them in the bag that Charlie wore behind his saddle.

He followed suit when you mounted your horse and began trotting toward the place that you had known to be your second home since the time you were seven years old. Lin rode by your side, staying in silence with you as a million thoughts ran through your head.

How could she not tell you?

As the familiar house - home - came into sight, you spotted a familiar figure wandering the garden.

“Mandy! Mandy!”

She looked up and smiled, waving as she walked to the closest tree.

You instructed Charlie to pick up speed. As you arrived by her side, you hopped down from Charlie and tied him to the tree.

“Well, well, hello my dearest frie- what’s the matter?”

Mandy’s warm smile faded as she saw your concerned face. You paused, not knowing how to broach the subject.

“I… how are you?”

“Did you really come all this way to ask me how I am?”

“You’re my best friend, I care about how you’re doing,” you told her honestly.

“You’re being strangely sentimental, even for you,” she noted, though you saw how her eyes reciprocated your caring.

The neighing of a second horse startled you both. Looking up, you saw Lin arrive on Tobi, hoping down and mimicking your previous actions, tied Tobi to the tree. Mandy’s jaw dropped.

“Your Highness!”

As Mandy bowed, you tried not to smile at how flustered Lin looked.

“Li- your Highness,” you quickly corrected yourself. “This is Mandy Gonzalez, my best friend… my long lost soul sister,” you said softly, looking at her.

Mandy smiled softly at you and held your hand before turning back to the prince.

“Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Please, do call me Lin… I was wondering, however, if your parents are home, by chance.”

“They are… Is something the matter?”

She began to look uneasy again as she looked between you and the prince, at both of your awkward sad faces.

“Mandy… the prince is here to speak to your parents about the claim on your house…”

Realization dawned on Mandy.

“You know?” she asked, clearly embarrassed, though she maintained her composure.

“I do now,” you whispered sadly.

She nodded slowly, and a silent agreement passed between the two of you to speak about it later. She then turned to Lin.

“My parents are inside. Follow me, your Highness.”

She began to walk inside without awaiting for either of you to respond. Lin looked at you and you nodded. You both followed Mandy inside, Lin giving your hand a brief squeeze.

You turned into the kitchen, where Mandy’s parents - your parents practically as well - were cooking supper.

“Y/N, mija-” her mother began.

At the sight of Lin, their eyes widened, and they became visibly paler.

“Your Highness,” they both bowed.

“Please, my name is Lin… If it isn’t too much trouble, I would like to request to speak to you both privately.”

They both looked shell-shocked.

“Mandy and I can finish supper,” you offered.

Dumbfounded, they nodded and led Lin to the living area. Mandy immediately sighed, but said nothing. You followed suit and tended to the stew while Mandy finished chopping the carrots and celery. After a few minutes, she walked over and put the chopped vegetables in the stew. Instead of moving, however, she stayed still at your side. You looked at her.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“None of that,” you said as you reached for her hand, relieved when she didn’t pull it away.

“I should have told you.”

“It really wasn’t my business. I simply want to help,” you said as you gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

“How? No offence but your family also is not within well enough means to give us enough to pay off the house.”

“I -… I don’t know, but I would have thought of something.”

“You always were a problem solver,” she said with a small smile.

“And a pretty good one as well, if I do say so myself.”

“Of course you would say so,” Mandy said with a fond roll of her eyes.

“I’m sorry, who was it that found a way around the schoolhouse’s ruling around going to classes during the harvest?”

“You,” she conceded with a smile.

“Well, it was me,” you said proudly. “You know I would’ve found a way around this too,” you said softly, squeezing her hands.

“I know… But I suppose that now our hope lies solely on the prince,” she sighed.

“Perhaps that isn’t such a bad thing. The last thing he wants is for your family to lose your home,” you told her confidently.

“How do you know that?”

“Oh - oh I spoke to him on our way here.”

Mandy squinted her eyes at you and dropped your hands.

“You’re lying.”

“What? No I-”

“Y/N Fisher Jones I have known you since we were both seven years old. I know when you’re lying. There’s more you’re not telling me.”

You looked at your best friend of 13 years, at her inquiring and curious gaze, and thought of how you felt when you were blindsided about the news of her home possibly being taken away from her family. Though whatever it was that you had with the prince was still a secret, this was a small kingdom after all, and one misstep could result in the next hottest gossip story with you at the heart of it all. You wouldn’t want Mandy to find out through the hushed whispers of others.

“Do you promise not to tell a soul?”

Mandy’s mouth turned up into a grin and she nodded fervently.

You took her hands and led her to the table, and told her in hushed tones everything, from your first encounter with the prince to your arrival here at her home. More than once you had to cover her mouth with her hand to suppress her squeals of excitement. At the end of it all she was positively giddy.

“This is all so romantic,” she whispered dreamily.

“Oh hush now, you’re beginning to sound like Jazzy,” you said with a roll of your eyes, though a blush had crept on your cheeks.

“Besides, he hasn’t necessarily said anything about defining whatever this is that we have between us.”

“He’s probably building up to it,” she assured you. “He has to be careful how it happens, he is under the scrutiny of the entire kingdom, after all.”

You nodded thoughtfully and went to check the stew, wishing to end the conversation. Thankfully, Mandy knew you like she knew her own mind.

She hummed softly, and upon recognizing the tune as her brother’s favourite, you couldn’t help but sing along quietly. Soon, Mandy had joined in, harmonizing perfectly. Her voice was much more beautiful than yours, but she never made you to feel inferior. In fact, singing with Mandy had been how you spent most of your childhood. In your fields as she helped you on the farm after your mother had passed, to both of your siblings as lullabies, on the walks to and from the schoolhouse.

You took the pot off the stove and went to sit beside Mandy. As the song finished you both smiled at each other.

The sound of someone clearing their throat startled you both. Turning to the doorway you found Mandy’s parents and Lin smiling at the two of you. You both stood immediately.

“Well?” Mandy asked softly.

Her parents simply smiled brightly. Realization dawning upon both of you, Mandy let out a cry of relief and happiness, and you reached out to grab her hand. However, she was having none of it, and she pulled you into a fierce hug. You held onto her just as tightly.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“It was all the prince’s doing,” you whispered back.

Separating from your hug, you both grinned at each other. You stepped back to let Mandy’s parents embrace her. Looking over at Lin, you saw how his face was alight with happiness as he looked at the hugging family. It filled your heart with warmth.

“How can we ever properly thank you?” Mandy asked the prince once her parents had let her go of the hug.

“Think nothing of it. I was only glad I was able to help,” Lin said sincerely.

“At least let us feed you supper before you leave,” Mandy’s mother insisted.

“That is very generous of you, but I must get going back to the palace,” he responded kindly.

“Of course, your Highness. Thank you,” Mandy’s father said, shaking Lin’s hand.

“Y/N, mija, you’re staying for supper of course,” her mother told you.

You let out a small laugh.

“I would love to, but I promised papa that I would be home for supper.”

“Then you must come by later this week,” she insisted.

You chuckled.

“Of course mom,” you playfully agreed.

“It’s been too long since we’ve seen your beautiful face at the dinner table,” she said.

You laughed awkwardly.

“I promise I’ll be there,” you told her.

“To think that when they were children it wouldn’t have taken anything to get her to agree. These two would have offered,” Mandy’s father teased.

“Dad!” Mandy protested.

“Oh no you cannot even begin to protest,” her mother said, turning to Lin.

“When these two were young you would not believe the excuses these two made up so they would never have to leave each other’s sides,” she grinned.

“Mom-” Mandy tried.

“Such as?” Lin asked, clearly amused.

“Their favourite was that they were soul twins, and soul twins couldn’t be separated once they found each other without resulting in serious consequences.”

You and Mandy both groaned when her parents and Lin began to laugh.

“Or another one was-”

“Y/N, didn’t you say that you needed to be home for supper?” Mandy asked loudly.

“Yes I do! And with Jazzy eating at Anthony’s tonight I really must be on time,” you said, matching her tone, thanking her with your eyes.

“I’ll escort you home,” Lin said with a large smile.

“Why your Highness that’s very kind of you, but I won’t keep you from going home yourself,” you told him politely, trying to fight the smile that was forming on your lips.

“Nonsense, it’s getting dark out. It would ease my thoughts knowing that you got home safe, especially considering all you’ve done in taking me here.”

You allowed yourself to smile widely, though you tried not to give away your thoughts as you did.

“Only if you insist.”

“I most certainly do,” he smiled back.

Hugging each of the Gonzalez’s in turn, you all said your goodbyes, the Gonzalez family each thanking Lin profusely in their turn.

Lin walked with you outside toward Tobi and Charlie, a new spring in his step.

“That was incredible what you did for them,” you told him as you mounted your horse.

“It was my pleasure. Especially after all they have been through with their son.”

You nodded as you watched Lin mount Tobi.

“He’s recovering, but for a few months we weren’t certain if he was going to make it, and the doctor’s bills are incredibly steep,” you explained.

“That’s something I want to fix,” he said as you began the familiar journey to your house.

“Oh?”

“When I’m King. No one should have to choose between a roof over their head or having doctor’s bills paid in order to keep their loved ones alive. It’s one of the many things I want to do. Though the list seems to only be getting bigger, and I feel as though I am already running out of time before I’ve even begun,” he told you in a soft voice.

“Lin, you’ve changed the future of an entire family with a half hour conversation. If anyone can accomplish everything on that list, it’s you.”

“Our time on this earth is uncertain… What if mine runs short?”

You felt your heart sink at Lin’s admission of his fear. Due to your mother’s death, it was something you had thought about quite frequently.

“No matter how much time you have left, you do the best that you can. Lin, I want you to believe me when I say that you are going to do so many great things, and change so many lives. You already have, in fact. And if by chance, your life ends sooner than it should, or if mine does, or if fate separates us while we both still live… I know that I will always be so incredibly proud and amazed of all that you do.”

Lin stared at you for a moment. A variety of emotions cross his face, before it landed on one you couldn’t quite place.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

“I’m only being honest,” you told him with a soft smile.

You both rode in silence for a few minutes.

“Mrs. Gonzalez was right,” Lin said offhandedly.

“Pardon?”

“You do have a beautiful face,” he grinned.

You laughed and rolled your eyes.

“Whatever you say,” you replied.

“I’m only being honest,” he echoed.

You smiled, but remained silent, though you could see Lin’s cheshire cat-like smile out of the corner of your eye.

Lin escorted you all the way to the entrance of the barn.

“Thank you escorting me, your Highness,” you teased him, causing him to playfully roll his eyes at you.

“It was my honour and my pleasure, my fair maiden,” he teased back.

He reached for your hand and kissed it gently. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped your lips.

“I shall see you as soon as I can,” he promised.

“I understand. After all, you have a large list of things to accomplish in order to fix the kingdom,” you smiled.

Lin mirrored your smile and gave your hand another kiss before trotting off back to the palace. As you watched his retreating figure disappear into what was left of the light in the horizon, you couldn’t help but think about how lucky you were to be alive in the same time as him.

Go save the world, my prince. I’ll be here when you do.

[yourneighborhoodhamiltrash]

You will be Found (Pippa x Reader)

Featuring a mix of lyrics from “Dear Evan Hansen”

Words: 2,523

Warnings: Self hate, mentioned homophobia, implied self harm, implied past suicide attempt, bisexual!reader, overall darker themes, potentially horrible writing (let me know if i missed anything)

a/n: i’ve been listening to this cast album for the past week and i have a lot of feelings. if you ever feel this, please know that you are worth it. you are strong and you’re going to get through whatever you’re experiencing right now. i believe in you. if you need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to message me. you’re not alone.

There’s nothing like your smile- sort of subtle and perfect and real

The moment you met Pippa, your heart skipped a beat and you practically forgot how to breathe.

You had recently been cast an ensemble member and understudy for the one and only, Eliza Schuyler. Words failed to describe how excited you were. You had dreamed of being able to perform on Broadway since you were a kid and the fact that you were finally living it was unimaginable.

You walked towards the Richard Rodgers theater practically beaming. You walked with a bounce in your step as you heard the familiar tune of ‘Helpless’ blast through your earbuds. You looked up at the sign and let your smile grow wider. You had come such a long way.

You thought you heard a voice and turned as you took off the earbuds.

“Sorry, what did you-”

What you weren’t expecting was to find yourself facing someone you had admired for a while now. Your jaw nearly dropped to the cement you were standing on.

“Holy shit, you’re Phillipa Soo,” you said, awestruck. You realized what you said and nearly audibly groaned. “Sorry, that was definitely not what I meant to say. You’re really spectacular (and gorgeous),” You spoke with a nervous smile.

“Thank you, you’re not too bad yourself,” she said with a blush. “Call me Pippa.”

She smiled at you and suddenly, everything was real. Phillipa Soo wasn’t just someone you looked up to anymore. She was your castmate. Someone you’d see nearly everyday. While your heart began to pound, getting nervous at all the pressure you felt about performing on Broadway, her smile seemed to make it all okay.

“I’m (Y/N), your new understudy.”

Will I ever be more than I’ve always been?

You sat on the couch of the Schuyler Sisters’ dressing room and looked around, silently.

One year ago, you were across the country working some dead end job, barely earning any money to survive.

One year ago, Broadway was nowhere in sight. You still loved performing. You sang and danced whenever you had the chance. But, you simply didn’t have the opportunity to do so full time.

One year ago, you nearly ended it all. You hated what you did. You hated how you lived. You had so many dreams and aspirations that looked like they were nowhere in sight. Would you ever be more? Would it be worth sticking around?

Little did you know where one year would bring you.

You looked to Pippa who was sitting in front of the mirror applying some last minute makeup while humming some song to herself absentmindedly. In the first few weeks of being in the show, you and her clicked nearly instantly. You had a tendency to always end up together by the end of the night, no matter where you were. Whether it was a cast outing or a rehearsal, the two of you nearly always spent the last of the night together. You began to know her more as “Pippa, the dork with a big smile” rather than “Phillipa Soo, talented and beautiful performer”.

The two of you were attached at the hip. You shared hundreds of stupid jokes- from horrendous pick up lines to well crafted puns. You were constantly seen together at coffee shops and backstage. Often, one of you would end up taking the other by the hand and end up holding it for however long. When your friends in the ensemble and the other cast members slowly noticed the affection between you two, they didn’t hesitate to tease you relentlessly.

You took her by the hand and led her behind you to the dressing room to show her some video on your phone. You heard whistles behind the two of you and turned to see Daveed and Oak giggling like twelve year olds. You rolled your eyes at their antics and continued to the room.

I never thought there’d be someone like you who would want me

You sat in the coffee shop across from Pippa. You anxiously sipped your coffee as your eyes remained glued on the table. You felt her take your hand in hers and squeeze it comfortingly.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” She asked quietly.

Your heart pounded and your breaths came at a quicker pace. You closed your eyes only to see the memories of when you came out to your parents. You remembered them telling you how unnatural you were. How you were sick. How you disgusted them. How you weren’t human. You remembered them telling you to pack your bags, kicking you out nearly immediately.

“Hey,” She repeated, getting your attention, “You know that you can tell me anything, right?”

You nodded before finally meeting her eyes, seeing their concern and worry. Your heart nearly melted.

You didn’t mean to fall in love with her. Hell, you didn’t even realize you did. Sure, you noticed the backflips your stomach did whenever you saw her, but you refused to acknowledge it as love.

“I’m bisexual.” You said in a small voice, looking back down at your shoes. You unintentionally cringed as you heard nothing. Did you made a mistake? Did you just ruin an amazing friendship? Did you-

You looked at her, fearing what you would see. You weren’t expecting to see her sitting there with a huge, goofy grin on her face.

“I’m proud of you.”

Weeks passed you felt yourself fall for her more and more. Your heart ached knowing that she’d never be yours. Boy, were you wrong.

You sat on her couch as a movie played on her TV during one of your regular lazy nights. You were laying against her with your arm around you. You don’t know what possessed you to do what was next, maybe it was the Yule Ball scene playing in the background. You turned to face her, catching her by surprise. Pippa stared at you in confusion.

“The movie’s on the screen, silly.”

“Pip,” You paused, “I like you.”

“I know.” She said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. And, maybe it was.

“No, I mean, I like-like you. I-” She cut you off with her lips. You looked at her in shock.

“I love you too, dork.”

I’d rather pretend I’m something better than these broken parts

The past few months were hard for you. The first few months of your relationship with Pippa were a bliss. And, it still was. You came home together every night, still as in love as ever. But, the moment your relationship went public, you got worse.

You continued to walk around with a smile on your face. You gave Pip and anyone who asked nothing but reassurances that you were okay. How could you tell anyone how things really were?

Somehow, things were worst than before. You still had moments where you were happy. You still laughed with Anthony and smiled genuinely with Pip, but it was all so temporary. At the end of the day when you were laying in bed surrounded by the darkness while your girlfriend slept, your mind was consumed by racing thoughts.

Maybe you were unnatural. Maybe you weren’t good enough for Pippa. No, you knew that you weren’t. You didn’t deserve to be her girlfriend. You didn’t deserve to be in Hamilton. You didn’t deserve anything.

All you could think about were these negative, self loathing thoughts. You knew it was wrong, that you should talk to someone about it. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it.

You walked around set, becoming more and more numb with everyday that passed. As Pippa got busy again with rehearsals and plans with the cast, you slowly and unintentionally distanced yourself from her. You didn’t want her to see this. She didn’t need to see this mess that you were.

She didn’t need to see how broken you truly were.

Pretend I’m something other than this mess that I am

You called in sick for the day, not feeling up to keeping up the facade in front of everyone.

“I promise, Pip, I’m okay. I’m just feeling a little bit under the weather.” You reassured her.

“I can stay and take care of you, love.”

“No, I promise that I’m okay. Just go, I’ll be here when you get home.”

“Okay, but don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything- soup, medicine, whatever you need.”

“I’ll see you tonight, babe. I love you.”

“i love you too.” She gave you one last hug and a sad smile before she walked out the door.

You laid there for a while. Without you realizing, you had silent tears rolling down your cheeks. Your mind seemed to be screaming at you, deeming your worst insecurities true.

‘Cause then I don’t have to look at it

You looked at your reflection staring back at you, almost not recognizing the person staring back at you. You noticed the dark bags beneath your eyes. You noticed how your eyes looked so dull. You studied every inch of it, despising everything you saw.

You did something that you hadn’t done since you moved to New York.

And no one gets to look at it

As the day progressed, you made your way onto the couch.

As Pippa walked in after a busy day, she nearly called out to you before hearing the TV playing and seeing you on the couch fast asleep. She smiled as she saw you. Her heart still skipped a beat. How did she get so lucky?

She made her way to the kitchen to heat up some food for dinner. As the microwave spun, she looked to the sink expecting to see and a pan and a bowl at the very least. She frowned, noticing that it was just as full as it was in the morning. Hearing the beep, she was quick to get her food and sit at the foot of the couch near your sleeping figure.

As she took a bite, she looked up at you, taking in the details of your face. This time, however, she noticed things that she hadn’t seen in months. She noticed how exhausted you looked despite being asleep. She saw how your eyebrows furrowed as if you were still distressed. She scanned over the rest of your body when she noticed something.

No, no one can really see

As you fell asleep, you didn’t realize your hoodie sleeve riding up revealing your forearm over the edge of the couch. Pippa leaned in closer, catching sight of something she didn’t want to see. As her gaze studied the exposed skin, she noticed the darker lines that rested below bright, red ones. The scars and cuts terrified her. How could you not tell her? How could she not notice?

She frowned in seeing the new looking cuts. Pippa loved you with all of her heart and it broke her to know that you didn’t see yourself as she did. Knowing that she’d need to talk about it in the morning, she kissed your forehead and shook you lightly, waking you up.

“C’mon, (Y/N).” She said in a whisper as she led you back to bed. As she began to change, she heard you mutter something.

“I love you.” You sounded so different than the first time she heard you utter those words to her. You sounded so worn out, so sad. In your hardly conscious state, there was no masking it.

So let the sun come streaming in

You woke the next morning smelling coffee and hearing music playing softly in the living room. You got up slowly and looked down at your forearms, frowning. You were weak.

You made your way to the kitchen where you saw your girlfriend with a mug to the side as she read a book.

“Good morning, Pip.” She looked up at you and smiled.

“‘Morning, love.” She got up and wrapped you in her arms. You poured yourself a mug and sat down on the couch where you were soon joined by Pippa. You raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what was going on.

She gave you a sad smile. “What’s wrong, babe?”

She took a deep breath before reaching to your hoodie. In shock of what was happening, you could hardly move as she slowly slid the sleeve up revealing the skin underneath.

You looked down in shame, unsure of what to say.

‘Cause you’ll reach up and you’ll rise again

“Why?”

“I-” You felt like the words were getting stuck in your throat. “I-” Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at her. She looked devastated. This wasn’t supposed to hurt her. Only you. You deserved it… right?

You began to sob in your hands. What do you tell her? She took you in her arms as you cried. Everything that piled up in the past few months seemed to make its way to the surface. As you calmed down after a few moments, you looked down as you began to tell your story.

This time, you left nothing out. You told her about your struggle with coming to terms with who you were. You told her about the lack of friends by your side in high school, of the lack of support from those you loved in what you wanted to do. You uttered words telling about how you came out and got kicked out. You told her about your problems with self esteem. How you feared that you would never be able to become anyone. You told her about how self destructive you became and how you tried to take your life. You told her about how happy New York and falling in love with her made you. How much you did love her. But, you also told her about how the comments affected you. How a lot of old feelings were brought back up. How numb you felt. How lost you thought you were.

After all that, you expected her to run. You thought that in telling the truth, you’d also lose the person you loved the most.

Lift your head and look around

You looked back up where you were met with the most heartbroken face you’ve ever seen. Your heart ached at her sadness and wanted nothing more but to make it all okay.

“I’m sorry, Pip. You deserve better.” She looked back up at you in disbelief.

“Never. Gosh, (Y/N), I wish I could take away everything you’ve gone through, but at the end of the day, I can’t. I can’t undo the mess that was made, but I can help clean it up. Love, if you let me, I’m here for you. I’ll help you pick the pieces back up. You are so unbelievably, breathtakingly gorgeous. And, you are one of the most talented people that I’ve ever met. You are so kind and thoughtful. If anything, I don’t deserve you.” She paused and held your hands in hers. “You don’t need to be lost anymore, (Y/N).”

You will be found.

[imaginebeinghamiltrash]

If It’s Meant To Be

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: It’s been 6 years since you left Daveed to better yourself. Things have been pretty good but it was only a matter of time until your past caught up with you.

Words: 8.1k+ (I AM SO SORRY)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: THE BIG FINALE! This is my first finished series and I am so proud of it! I really hope yall like this chapter! It took a lot out of me but I am so excited to release this! Shout out to Ale for being the best beta ever!

Tags: @serkewen12 , @nervous-crossbow , @fanficsj , @hamilbroke , @videogamedriver , @dysfunctionalfangirl @butlinislin, @daveeddiggsit , @nadialinett14 , @librarychild , @spidey-boii , @me-hoy-me-trash , @daveedish , @linmanuclmiranda , @autistic-alien , @runnerriley, @hamilsquad-writings , @thegirlonhamilton

Daveed landed at noon, his legs cramped and nerves at an all time high. He grabbed his suitcase and took a taxi to a Marriott near your restaurant.

“Okay, what did I bring to wear?” He mumbled to himself, opening the suitcase and laying out his options on the bed.

“I should’ve paid more attention to what I threw in here.” He shook his head, not too happy with what he had but he could pull something together.

He held up a button down along with some nice jeans then he glanced at his feet and frowned. He couldn’t wear sneakers to see Y/N, he had to look his absolute best. Daveed tossed down the clothes and picked up his phone, heading outside. This was NYC, there were clothing stores everywhere, especially in this touristy area. He let himself wander for a bit, looking at all the stores but not seeing anything that called out to him. Then he saw them, a beautiful pair of dress shoes in a shop window.

“Yo…” Daveed trailed off, a smile spreading on his face.

He entered the store, looking at the different suits that surrounded him as he approached the counter.

“Excuse me? Would you happen to have those shoes in the front in an 11?”

The old man behind the counter turned and nodded, giving a smile as he pointed to the seating area.

“I should! Just sit there and I’ll be back!” He said as he shuffled into a back room.

Daveed pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Rafa to let him know he landed safely. When he slid his phone back into his pocket, the man was back with a box under his arm.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Daveed smiled, taking the box and opening it up.

He ran his fingers over the smooth material, these shoes were something special.

“Those shoes are really expensive, they must be for an important occasion.” The man smiled, watching Daveed try them on.

Daveed looked up at the old man, for some reason he gave off a comforting vibe. One that made you feel like you could trust him.

“I’m trying to win back the woman I love.” Daveed admitted, looking away as he realized what he just said.

He always tried to avoid thinking about it but truth be told, even after six years he was still in love with you. Seeing your updated photos on Google was enough to dig up those buried feelings from years ago. The older man whistled, sitting down next to Daveed.

“That is an important occasion. A hard one as well.”

“You’re telling me.” Daveed muttered under his breath, looking in the mirror at the shoes.

“But one that’s worth it if you’re here. I think I have the perfect thing for you.” The man slowly stood up and made his way to the back again.

Daveed waited patiently, checking the time and realizing he had a lot of time to kill before going to dinner. The man emerged from the back with a suit that took Daveed’s breath away. It looked like somebody took three different colored suits and patched them together to make one dope suit. Some parts were black, some were dark gray and some were light gray. It was unique, it was original, it was definitely his taste.

“You like it?”

“I love it. Where did you get this from?” Daveed slowly took the suit away from him, looking at it up close.

“I made it myself.” The man said, pride evident in his voice.

“I couldn’t take this from you.” Daveed held the suit out back to him but the man stepped back, shaking his head no.

“I made it to sell, was just waiting for the right person.” The man turned around, walking back to the front as another person walked in. Daveed looked at the suit once more, admiring the flawless stitching and beautiful pattern. He walked to the fitting room, secretly hoping it would fit. He shut the door behind him, quickly disrobing and slipping into the suit. Daveed isn’t superficial but he looked damn good in this suit and he knew it. He was sold, it was the perfect outfit. He changed back into his street clothes and walked to the register.

“Everything fit?”

“Like a glove.” Daveed handed over the shoes and suit then his credit card.

“I could give you a discount, this stuff isn’t cheap and you seem like a good guy.” The old man held the card in his hand, waiting for an answer.

“No, it’s fine.” Daveed smiled reassuringly, not even glancing at the total that popped up on the register.

He signed the receipt and took his credit card back.

“I never got your name.” Daveed said as he took the bag off the counter.

“My name’s Russell.”

“I’m Daveed, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh, I know.” Russell chuckled, leaning on the counter.

Daveed furrowed his brows, he knew he wasn’t a nobody but he didn’t perceive himself as someone recognizable.

“I see you on my TV all the time these days. It makes me proud to see a brother excel, gives an old man like me hope. I was around when schools were still segregated and now we have brothers and sisters all over TV. It’s not perfect but it’s something. You’re part of a movement.”

Daveed was speechless, no one had ever said anything like this to him before. He kept opening and closing his mouth, searching for a reply.

“Just keep the movement going, my son looks up to you. You have the same hair.” Russell glanced at Daveed’s wild curls.

“Thank you for telling me that. It makes me feel...I can’t even describe it but, you made my day.” Daveed grinned, opening up his wallet and putting two hundred dollar bills on the counter.

“What else do you want?” Russell asked, looking at the watch display under him.

“Nothing at all.” Daveed said, stuffing the money into the tip jar next to him.

“Have a good one, Russell. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Daveed picked up a business card as he walked to the door, “I’ll see you later!”

“Good luck with your lady! She’d be a fool to not get back with you.” Russell called out after him.

“Let’s hope she feels the same.” Daveed sighed, exiting the shop and going down the block.

Daveed glanced back, contemplating going back to the shop and talking with Russell for a while. However, his stomach rumbled and he decided against it. Pizza sounded good right about now but, he had to eat lightly. He had a dinner later. 

It took Daveed two minutes of hyping himself up to get the courage to enter the restaurant. He was instantly surrounded by a warm ambiance and dim lighting. He took everything in slowly, bumping into a couple since his eyes were on the ceiling.

“I am so sorry.” He backed away, clearly embarrassed.

The woman ensured him that it was alright while her partner glared at him. Daveed turned away, clearing his throat as he walked to the hostess. She looked up and her eyes widened.

“Hello.” Daveed smiled politely, hoping his nervousness wasn’t too obvious in his appearance.

The girl snapped back from her initial shock and proceeded with the usual greeting.

“Hello! Welcome! How many will I be seating?”

“Just me. How long is the wait?”

Daveed glanced around the waiting area, it was pretty packed but he would wait as long as it took.

“No wait at all for you Mr. Diggs, please follow Irene, she’ll take you to your seat.” The hostess gestured to the girl next to her.

They exchanged a few whispers before Irene nodded and turned to Daveed with a smile.

“This way, Mr. Diggs.”

Daveed heard some annoyed huffs behind him and part of him felt bad but, he can’t help that his social status got him special treatment sometimes. He looked around as Irene lead him through the dining room, many couples and families were dressed up and chatting amongst themselves. Daveed felt weird being alone but coming here with someone was not an option.

“Would you like any wine or champagne?” Irene asked as she set the menu down on the table.

“Yes, red wine please.”

“Dry or Sweet?”

“Medium. Thank you.” Daveed sat down, looking at the menu below him as Irene nodded and walked away.

The cover was a deep red, with gold lettering. He opened it and slowly flipped through the pages.

“Jesus.” He muttered under his breath, his eyes jumping from Appetizers to Steaks to Seafood to Pasta.

There were so many options. He jumped slightly as the sound of a cork popping, he glanced up to see Irene pouring wine in his glass. She offered a kind smile as she placed the bottle into the ice bucket she brought to the table.

“Would you like a few more minutes to look over the menu?”

“Yes please, thank you.” Daveed picked up the glass, sipping from it.

“Raise your hand when you’re ready and I’ll come over.” Irene said before turning and walking off. Daveed picked up the bottle slowly and read the label.

“Merlot.” His eyebrows raised, “Fancy.” He set it back in the ice bucket.

He shouldn’t have expected any less from you, you were always a ‘go big or go home’ type of girl. He still couldn’t believe he was here. In a restaurant that you owned, about to eat food you were cooking, seeing you for the first time in years. His mouth went dry at that last thought but he sipped his wine, hoping to swallow some of his nerves with each mouthful. He brought his focus back to the menu, looking over each selection closely before closing it and slowly lifting his hand. Irene was by his side in less than 2 seconds.

“What would you like?”

“I”ll take the New York Strip. Medium-rare.” Daveed said as he handed over the menu

“Your two sides? We have mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, french fries, broccoli-”

“Baked potato and broccoli is good.” Daveed cut her off with a small smile. “Will that be all?” Irene asked as wrote down on her pad.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be back with your order soon.” She smiled at him once more before walking off to the kitchen.

Daveed sat back in his chair, pulling out his phone to occupy him while he waited. Irene walked into the kitchen, a huge smile on her face.

“We have a star order!”

You looked up from your cutting board as soon as those words left her mouth.

“I wonder who it is this time! Remember when Viola Davis came here and we just about died?” Erica, your sous chef, giggled as she took the ticket.

“You won’t believe it. It’s Daveed Diggs!” Irene bounced on her toes excitedly, “And girl. He looks so damn good.”

Your hands instantly stilled, knife frozen in the air. You slowly set it down, stepping back and walking over to Irene.

“I’m sorry, who is here?” You asked.

You must have misheard her.

“Daveed Diggs! The actor, rapper, hunk of a man that is built like a demigod.” Irene fanned herself with the menu in her hand.

“Calm down, I can see your rock hard nipples from here.” Erica teased, laughing as Irene rolled her eyes.

No one knew about your history with Daveed, they were all oblivious to the fact that he was your ex.

“Boss, you alright? You look like you’re about to pass out. Don’t tell me you got the hots for Mr. Diggs too.” Erica chuckled, turning back to the stove and sautéing her vegetables.

“I’m fine. Let’s just get back to work.” You shook your head, reading the ticket and going to grab the steak.

Thankfully you had cooked enough to do it on autopilot because your head was racing with thoughts. How did he found you? What was he doing here? Why would he come here? Did you want him here? You ignored that last thought as you grabbed a plate and began putting Daveed’s food on it. This was going to Daveed. You found yourself taking extra care to cook his steak perfectly and to put the butter for the baked potato on the side, Daveed liked to put it on himself. You paused your movements for a second, why do you still know that? Once again disregarding the thought, you put the plate onto the serving station.

“Star order up!” You yelled, moving on to the next ticket.

Irene took the plate and left the kitchen. Though you physically moved on to cooking other orders, your stomach was in knots thinking about Daveed’s order. Would he like it? Why should you care if he did or not?

“I’m taking a short break. Erica, take over.” You sighed, walking through the kitchen and out the back door for some fresh air.

You took a deep breath, leaning on the wall and sighing. Of course you thought you and Daveed could maybe bump into each other again but this was so sudden.

“Get it together, Y/N. You’re stronger than this!” You groaned, straightening your posture and returning to work as if nothing happened.

“Here you go Mr. Diggs.” Irene said as she set down the plate, “Enjoy!”

“Thank you.” Daveed said, tucking his phone away and picking up the knife.

He immediately noticed the side of butter and smiled to himself.

“She remembers…” He mumbled, picking up the small container and scraping out some butter.

This little gesture shouldn’t have filled him with more confidence but it did. He spread some steak sauce on the steak and dug in. He hummed in content as the first mouthful hit his taste buds. Sure there were more ingredients and flare in the food but it still tasted like yours. It reminded him of home, of the many meals you and him shared. It was comforting. He got through his food quicker than he meant to but he was still satisfied. He refilled his wine glass and sipped slowly. He didn’t wanna be smashed when he saw you.

“Would you like to see the dessert menu?” Irene asked, picking up the empty plate.

“No thank you, would you please give my compliments to the chef?”

“Of course! I’ll be back with your bill.”

Irene walked off and back into the kitchen, putting the dish in the sink.

“Mr. Diggs said to give compliments to the chef.” Irene singsonged, returning to the chef station.

“Oh did he now? He likes our food Y/N.” Erica bumped your hip playfully and you gave a small smile hoping to pass off as thankful instead of shocked. A part of you was exhilarated by the compliment, the other part of you felt conflicted. You were having an internal battle of joy and frustration.

“Tell him thank you. Let’s get back to work.”

Irene and Erica shared a look before going back to doing their respective jobs. Irene returned with Daveed’s bill. Daveed already had his card ready so he handed it over.

“Chef Y/N appreciates the compliments, Mr. Diggs.” Irene said before turning and walking away.

Daveed bit the inside of his cheek to dim the smile on his face. She didn’t ignore it at least.

Daveed stayed seated, watching people leave slowly until he was the only person left.

“Mr. Diggs? We’re starting to close up.” Irene approached him, confused as to why he hadn’t left after she returned his card to him.

“Oh, sorry. I wanted to speak personally with the chef, I’m an old friend.” He stood up, adjusting his blazer.

“Oh? Well you could wait on the bench in the front. I would let you wait here but we have to wipe down and put the chairs up.” Irene gestured towards the front.

Daveed nodded and walked off to the front, sitting on the bench. Irene smirked to herself as she clocked out, deciding to not notify her boss of Daveed’s intentions to see her. Daveed awkwardly said goodbye to every employee that passed on the way out, ignoring the questioning glances.

You packed away your chef’s uniform, changing into your street clothes once you were sure the kitchen was clean. You locked the back door and exited the kitchen after you turned off the lights. You put your bag on your back as you walked towards the front, turning off the lights in the dining room. Daveed could hear another pair of footsteps and he hoped it was you. He fidgeted with his fingers, holding his breath as you rounded the corner. You froze, locking eyes with Daveed as he slowly stood. You took in his appearance, feeling like the air got knocked out of you by his beauty. His curls were perfect, his suit framed him perfectly. After all these years, Daveed never disappointed or looked less than perfect. You felt underdressed in your jeans and t-shirt but you couldn’t wear a chef uniform while traveling home. However, Daveed thought you looked beautiful anyway, you were always beautiful whether you wore sweatpants or an elegant gown. You both stared at each other for a while, simply trying to grasp the fact you were in the same room for the first time in six years.

“Hi.” Daveed said softly, his signature shy smile appearing on his face.

You cursed your heart for its sudden change in tempo, it felt like it was trying to beat out of your chest.

“Hi, Daveed.” You replied, looking at the floor.

Hearing you say his name again was music to his ears. Hearing you speak was music to his ears. Even after all these years, you were his favorite thing and seeing you tonight confirmed that.

“I told you you would do amazing. This…” Daveed gestured to the room around you, “is amazing. Truly.”

Heat quickly spread from your neck to your cheeks as he continued.

“I didn’t think your food could taste any better but you blew me away tonight.”

“It’s amazing what some extra herbs can do to your food.”

You smiled as Daveed chuckled. You missed that sound more than you liked to admit.

“Yeah...so…” Daveed trailed off, eyes returning to you.

“So…?” You repeated, daring to move closer to him.

When Daveed didn’t say anything, you decided to take over the conversation.

“How did you find this place?”

“Lin.” Daveed replied, smiling as a smile spread across your face.

“Of course, I should’ve known loudmouth Lin would say something.”

“Are you mad that he did?” Daveed asked, the look in his eyes making the butterflies in your stomach go haywire.

“No. I’m not.” You shook your head, fidgeting with your fingers. That only made Daveed’s smile widen more.

“I...I missed you…” Daveed whispered softly, stepping closer to you.

Your heart skipped a beat as Daveed moved closer, his chest almost touching yours.

“I..missed you too.” You admitted, voice even softer than his.

Daveed’s eyes looked all over your features; your eyes, your nose, especially your lips. He yearned for them ever since you left, they were one of his favorite things about you. He was so zoned in on them that he didn’t realize he was leaning in towards you.

“D-Daveed?”

He blinked rapidly, jumping back as he realized what he was doing.

“Shit! Shit I’m so sorry I...I wasn’t trying to…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

He was a nervous wreck and you could sense it, you were thankful he felt the same as you did.

“No, it’s fine! You just zoned out. It’s okay!” You reassured him.

Daveed smiled sheepishly, deciding it would be better to keep his distance from here on out.

“Where are you staying?” You asked, starting to head for the door.

“Marriott a few blocks down.” Daveed followed you out, he stood to the side as you locked the doors.

The streets were still alive with people who were rushing to join the nightlife.

“That’s a pretty one, I catered an event there before.”

You started walking down the block, Daveed fell into step with you.

“You must have catered a lot of events. Which was your favorite?” Daveed asked, not taking his eyes off of you.

He almost tripped off the curb but he was trying his best to take in every new little feature about you. The small mark on your cheek that looked like a scar, the new necklace that hung around your neck, the new piercing on your ear.

“Easy. I catered a reunion for my culinary school. I met a lot of top name people there and got invited out to Italy to “expand my knowledge”. I went to Venice, I rode in a Gondola, I had authentic pizza. I learned more about Italian food then you could ever imagine. I almost cried when I had to leave.” You chuckled, looking both ways before crossing the street.

“Sounds amazing, I would love to go to Italy.”

“Enough about me, what have you been up to?”

“Well, clipping. is working on another album. We went on tour in Europe and the energy there is wild. Me and Cash are working on another album and I’m doing a bunch of acting. There’s actually this HBO special coming out that I’m in. It’s a huge satire, and I had so much fun filming it.” Daveed looked up at the sky, scanning for the moon.

“That’s amazing! I’ll look into it.”

“You could attend a screening with me instead.” was what Daveed wanted to say. Instead he said,

“It’s right up your alley.”

He looked back over at you and you already had your eyes on him. It would’ve been smarter to keep your eyes forward but you both couldn’t look away from each other for more than a few moments. You stopped as you reached Daveed’s hotel.

“Do you live around here?” Daveed asked, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Few train stops away, my train is actually around the corner.”

“I could get you a ride home? Trains are a pain in the ass at night, you would know that better than me.” Daveed offered.

You checked the time. Midnight. The trains were gonna be on their weird schedule and though you were in a good mood, the train ride was something you were dreading.

“You sure? You don’t have to. I don’t want you to waste money.”

“It’s being spent on you. That would never be a waste.”

You looked away, blushing lightly with a small smile.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. Thank you, D.”

“Of course.”

Daveed handed his phone over to you so you could put in your information. In a few minutes you ordered the car, handing the phone back to Daveed as a driver accepted your ride.

“Oh, he’s right around the corner.”

“Most of them sit around here because all the drunk people order cars to get home. They get most their money from drunk college kids and adults.” You pointed out, watching a car come down the street and pull up in front of you.

“Yep, that’s it.” Daveed said after checking the license plate.

You nodded, walking to the car door and opening it.

“Oh,” you turned around to face Daveed, waving at him, “Bye, thanks for the car again.”

“Bye, Y/N. I’ll see you around?” Daveed asked, hoping he wasn’t coming off too eager.

“I’ll see you around.” You agreed, smiling at him.

Daveed smiled back at you, relief flooding through him. You turned around to get in the car when he called out to you.

“Wait!”

You looked back at him, “Yeah?”

“Maybe we should exchange numbers? Just so I know you got home safe and all that, you know.” Daveed suggested, doing his best to hide the hope in his voice.

“Yeah, that would be smart.” You stepped away from the car to give him your phone.

He gave you his and you put in your number and name. Once you were both finished, you switched phones.

“I’ll text you.” You said, looking at the new contact.

“Perfect.”

You both stood there in silence for a second, not knowing how to say goodbye. You wrapped your arms around Daveed, pulling him into a hug. Daveed froze in surprise before he hugged you tightly. You pulled away first, giving him a small smile before you got into the car. Daveed watched the car until it turned the corner. He looked up at the sky.

“Thank you for making this work.” Daveed mumbled before walking inside the hotel.

As he made his way to his room and into the shower, he was thinking about the events of today. This trip wasn’t coordinated what so ever but it ended better than he could ever imagine. He was putting on his pajama pants when his phone vibrated. He tossed his towel on a chair before checking his notifications.

You:

Made it home safely! Thanks again for the ride :)

Daveed smiled to himself, sending his reply as he got into his bed.

Daveed:

Anytime! I got back safely too in case you’re wondering

You laughed at the text, putting down your phone to place your bag on the floor and turn on the lights.

“Smartass as always.” You mumbled to yourself, picking up the phone and writing back.

You:

I mean if you somehow got hurt on the 2 minute walk to your room, I’d have to question your intelligence.

Daveed:

Ouch, that hurts.

You:

Poor baby :((((

Daveed settled into bed, rolling his eyes at your text.

Daveed:

So caring. Thanks.

You:

You know me, always caring for the greater good! How long are you in town for?

Daveed:

I’m actually flying back tomorrow afternoon. I didn’t exactly have high hopes for this reunion and I also have to get back in the studio with Cash. I canceled on him to come out here.

You frowned lightly, part of you wanted to see him again. The other part was thankful he wouldn’t be here anymore. You were conflicted as to what you wanted to happen now that Daveed was here. It would be a lie to say you didn’t feel anything for him but it was too soon to make any calls on your relationship. Take things easy and slow. That’s exactly what you did for the next two and a half months. Daveed flew back home and you two texted on a daily basis. You even reconnected with Rafael. It started with Daveed being lazy and making a group chat to send a meme but then it became an extremely active, waking-up-to-60-text-messages type of group chat. You and Rafa would typically stick to the group chat so when you texted him separately one day, he knew something was up.

You:

Hey Rafa!

Rafa:

Hey Y/N, whats up?

You:

I need a favor.

Rafa:

I assumed as much. This is your first time texting me separately so you probably don’t want Diggs to know?

You:

That would be ideal.

Rafa: I’m already liking this. What do you need?

You:

I want to surprise Daveed at the clipping. concert coming up in a few days.

Rafa raised a brow, glancing at Daveed who was in the booth recording his verse.

Rafa:

You’re coming to California?

You:

I may have just bought a plane ticket on a whim.

Rafa:

What is it with you two and impulse buying?

You:

I just had this urge to see him and then I bought the ticket, I really didn’t think this through. Forget it, I’ll just cancel, this is dumb.

Rafa:

You should come. He would probably be super happy to see you and I would help you sneak in. I’ll even pick you up from the airport.

You bit your lip, staring at the confirmation screen on your laptop. It had started with you looking at old photos of you and Daveed you forgot were on your computer. Then you started thinking about your run in with Daveed almost 3 months ago, the rush that you felt as you walked him to his hotel, the giddy feeling in your stomach as you two texted for the first time in six years. You wanted to see him, you needed to see him. He came to you last time so it was only fair you went to him this time, right?

You:

You sure?

Rafa:

Hella sure. Send me your flight info and I’ll be there.

You were really going to do this.

“Go big or go home.” You whispered to yourself, shutting your laptop and starting to plan what you were gonna pack.

 “Y/N! Over here!”

You turned around and saw Rafa waving from his car. You rushed over, tossing the suitcase into the already open trunk.

“I am so sorry I’m late. The flight got delayed and then the baggage claim took forever to fucking start and God I hope we don’t miss everything.” You babbled, buckling up.

“It’ll cut close but I think we can make it there as they come out for encore.” Rafa pulled off, driving a bit faster than you thought was safe but you didn’t say anything.

“I’ll get you in, take you to the green room and you can wait there for him to get offstage.”

“How did you even sneak off without him saying anything?” You asked, looking over at Rafa.

“I told him yesterday that after ‘Shooter’ I had to run an errand but I’d be back before the end of the show.”

You nodded, looking out the window at the city.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. I missed it.” You said, leaning your head against the window.

“The Bay missed you too, Y/N.” Rafa took a quick glance at you before looking at the road again.

You rode in comfortable silence until you got to the venue. You hopped out of the car, following Rafael as he flashed his pass and was let back in. Body & Blood was blaring through the speakers when you entered, the room was insanely hot and the smell of sweat and alcohol was in the air. You ducked your head and spedwalk with Rafa to the backstage door. You both slipped in and took a deep breath as he slowed his speed walk to a casual pace.

“You think he noticed me?” You asked, breathing slightly heavy as Rafael entered a room.

“Not a chance. He was too busy amping up the crowd. We should be good.” Rafa reassured you, sitting on the couch.

“Alcoholic gummy bears?” He offered, holding out the bowl.

“Nah, I’m good.” You shook your head, sitting next to him.

“There’s about 2 songs left before they finish the set.” Rafa informed you, stuffing some of the gummy bears into his mouth.

“I’m actually a bit nervous if I’m gonna be honest.” You admitted, looking over your outfit.

You wore a simple graphic tee with black shorts.

“Maybe I should’ve dressed up more?”

“Gonna pop out to a concert in a clubbing dress or something?” Rafa asked, smiling as you started to laugh.

“No! Not a clubbing dress but maybe...I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“He’s gonna be excited to see you no matter what you wear.”

You knew Rafa was right but you were still a bit nervous.

A couple minutes passed and you heard the crowd cheering loudly.

“I think they just finished. You ready?”

“No.”

“Too bad.”

You giggled and nudged Rafael playfully.

“Jerk.”

You turned your head to the door as it opened, your stomach dropping as Jonathan entered the room. Bill was close behind him and then Daveed walked in. He was wiping his face with the shirt he had removed while on stage.

“Why does sweat burn when it gets in your eyes?” Daveed groaned, stumbling in the general direction of the couch.

Bill and Jon chuckled, nodding as Rafael held a finger to his lips.

Daveed blinked rapidly once he moved the shirt away from his face, trying to focus his vision. Once he could see clearly he looked around, finally noticing your presence.

“Hey.” You waved, nervously awaiting his reaction.

Daveed turned to his groupmates who shook their heads.

“We had nothing to do with this!” Bill said, picking up his bag.

Daveed turned back to you and Rafa, glaring at his best friend.

“Surprise!” Rafa yelled, smiling brightly.

Daveed looked at you again, a wide grin on his face.

“I want to hug you but I am so damn sweaty right now it would be gross. I can’t believe you flew out here!” Daveed sat next to you.

“It’s only fair since you came to me last time. I wanted to see you.”

Your eyes flickered to his torso which was still glistening with sweat.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

You locked gazes with him, willing your heart to slow down but he was looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered at this moment.

“Yeah..me too.”

Rafa signaled to Bill and Jon, he nodded towards the door and they understood. Quietly they packed up their stuff and slipped out while you and Daveed were talking to each other.

“I’m gonna go meet fans but I’ll be back as quickly as possible. Promise.” Daveed jumped up, still pumped from the show.

You watched him put on a different shirt before jogging out of the room. You played on your phone until Daveed returned, calmer but still smiling brightly.

“Ready?” He asked, grabbing the few things he had scattered around.

“After you.”

Daveed lead the way out of the venue and to his car. He waved to some fans who were lingering around the venue before getting in.

“Do you mind if we hang back at my place? I really need to hop in the shower.” Daveed tossed his show shirt into the backseat before putting his key in the ignition.

“Fine with me, I wouldn’t mind just chilling. That plane ride has me exhausted anyway.”

“You hungry? We could get food on the way home?”

You smiled to yourself at the familiarity of this scene. Daveed driving, you in the passenger seat, talking about dinner. This was how things used to be all those years ago.

“Y/N?” Daveed called your name, bringing back into the moment.

“Oh, sorry. I spaced out a bit. Let’s order takeout when we get to your place.”

Daveed glanced over at a red light, giving you a small smile. What you didn’t know was he felt the same way. Part of him wanted to reach out and hold your hand like he used to. Instead, he kept his hands either on the wheel or on his lap. Eventually you pulled up to Daveed’s apartment building. You followed behind as he entered and called the elevator.

“This is nice.” You commented as he pushed the “4” button.

“Our old house felt too big once you left, I needed something smaller and different. Rafa found this place online and we both agreed quickly it was for us.” Daveed explained as he exited the elevator and lead you to a door marked 410.

You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach as you thought of your old house. It was really yours, you designed all the rooms with little input from Daveed. You wondered who could be living there now.

“I’m gonna shower. Go ahead and get comfy.” Daveed walked down the hall, leaving you alone in the living room.

You decided to check out the rooms while Daveed was cleaning up. You looked around the living room and kitchen. You knew there wouldn’t be much design since Rafa and Daveed were never into decorating. You walked down the hall, the sound of water getting louder as you passed a door.

“Bathroom.” You muttered to yourself, thinking about the many times you’d seen Daveed get in and out of the shower.

The many times you shared showers together.

Not the right time Y/N.

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head as you continued down the hall to another room. You peeked in and knew straight away it was Daveed’s room. The papers strewn about the room was a dead giveaway. You would always yell at him to try and keep the room clean back when you two shared a room but when Daveed got an idea, he was everywhere and so were his papers. You giggled to yourself and closed the door, continuing down the hall. You peeked in another room and assumed this had to be Rafael’s room. It was more put together than Daveed’s, his laptop sitting on his desk and a backpack on his bed. You closed the door and started walking back to the living room, the only other thing you could peek in was hallway closets. You slowed down as you near Daveed’s door. Part of you wanted to explore his room but the other part felt it was going too far. You had only seen each other twice in the past 6 years. You turned to the bathroom and listened closely, the water was still running. Good.

You entered Daveed’s room, shutting it behind you. You slowly walked deeper into the room, taking in everything around you. You eyed his unmade bed, debating if making it was too much.

“I’m already in here.” You reasoned, walking over and clearing his bed before making it. Once the bed was to your satisfaction, you placed his computer back on it. You picked up his notebook and the papers on the floor with the intention of putting them on his desk. You set down each paper one by one, scanning over the words before putting it on top of his notebook. It’s been a long time since you’ve gotten to read Daveed’s work, he was still as brilliant as ever. You got to the last paper and the title caught your eye.

“‘Six Years’.” You mumbled to yourself, sitting on the desk.

The paper had a lot of scratched out words and erase marks, nevertheless, you read it anyway.

“Y/N?”

You yelped and threw the paper down on the desk, making eye contact with a wet and almost naked Daveed.

“Woah! Shit! Sorry! Sorry I, shit, fuck, oh my god.” You covered your eyes, embarrassment burning in your cheeks.

“I was just looking around and I came in here without thinking and I am so sorry I shouldn’t have come in here.” You rambled, eyes screwed shut though you were already covering your face. 

When Daveed didn’t say anything, you slowly lowered your hands and opened your eyes. He looked amused.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“Me? Noooo, never! I’m not laughing.” Daveed replied, biting back laughter.

Your eyes wandered down his chest to his towel that left very little to the imagination.

“Are you looking at my dick print?”

Your eyes snapped back up to his face, your blush deepening.

“No! I think my phone’s ringing I’m gonna just go.” You blurted, running out the room and into the living room.

“Why did I go in there?” You scolded yourself, hitting yourself lightly on the forehead as you sat on the couch.

You were here a total of 15 minutes and already had embarrassed yourself beyond belief. You wanted to run, you wanted to turn back time and start over. Instead, you waited patiently on the couch for Daveed to come out. You turned to the hallway when you heard a door open. Daveed came into your line of sight, wearing a tank top and sweatpants.

“Hey, do you want a pair of sweatpants?” He asked, sitting next to you on the couch.

“N-no, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You’ve seen me naked a lot of times, you know.” Daveed pointed out, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

“Well yeah, but I was just caught off guard.”

“So you look at my dick.”

“Daveed for the love of God.” You whined, covering your face again as he laughed.

“I’m just saying it’s nothing new, it’s chill. No need to be embarrassed.” He smiled reassuringly.

You dropped your hands and looked at him. He was right, you weren’t strangers. You’ve been friends for months now and knew each other for most of your lives.

“You’re right. I guess getting back into the swing of things is still a process.” You replied, picking up your phone.

“Chinese?”

“Chinese.” Daveed agreed, clicking through channels, “The usual for me. Oh wait, you probably don’t rem-”

“I do.” You cut him off, dialing the number and clicking call, “Spare rib tips with pork fried rice. Right?”

Daveed looked over at you, nodding with a grin on his face.

“I’m shocked you remember.”

You opened your mouth to answer when an employee picked up the phone. You gave them your order and let Daveed tell them the address.

“Should be here in 30.” You said, hanging up the phone.

Daveed’s arm rested behind you on the couch. You leaned back, instinctively swinging a leg on his lap. You went to move it when Daveed rested his hand on your knee.

“It’s fine, I did say get comfortable.” He reminded you, giving you a small smile.

“Yeah. Comfortable.” You repeated, putting your other leg in his lap.

You turned to the TV, trying to ignore the chill that ran through you as Daveed traced patterns on your knee absentmindedly. You fidgeted with the bottom of your shorts, trying to focus on the movie Daveed chose to put on. Then he started to twirl the ends of your hair. You relaxed even more, sinking closer until your head was resting on his shoulder. Daveed rested his head on top of yours, smiling to himself. You closed your eyes, the movie long forgotten as Daveed’s scent surrounded you.

You started thinking about old times, you seemed to be doing that a lot lately. You would be getting ready for work and you’d think back to the mornings Daveed would try and keep you in bed when you had errands to run. You would bake yourself cookies as a treat and think about how you used to chase Daveed out of the kitchen so he wouldn’t eat all the cookie dough. You would hear a certain song and think about the rare Sunday mornings when Daveed would help you clean as you sang along to the radio loudly. You would see an advertisement with Daveed in it and think back to when you would mock his poses and make jabs at him. Some days you didn’t need something to trigger a memory, you would just think of him.

Daveed.

You pulled back so you could look at him, Daveed noticed your movements and looked down at you. There it was again, that look in his eyes that always made you melt. You softly placed your hand on his cheek, softly stroking the scruff on his face. He smiled lightly, keeping his eyes on you. Then your gaze moved to his lips and the only thing on your mind was how they felt against yours. You could barely remember and that needed to change. You softly pressed your lips to Daveed’s, your hand moving from his cheek to fist his shirt. You pulled away slowly when he didn’t react, ready to apologize and run out. Before you could get a word out Daveed surged forward, crashing his lips to yours. You instantly kissed back, pulling hard on his shirt until you were laying on the couch and he was hovering over you. The shift was awkward but eventually you had your legs wrapped around Daveed, arms around his neck and hands in his hair. You rolled your hips against him, tugging on his bottom lip. Daveed grunted softly, one of his hands gripping your hip as he rutted against you.

Then you felt Daveed rip himself away from you and off the couch. You blinked slowly, stunned by the sudden loss of contact. Daveed was across the room, breathing heavily and looking at you.

“Sorry. I’m sorry I…” Daveed sighed, running his hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking. I wasn’t thinking and I just went for it. I pushed you too far-”

“I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking bad. I loved it. I love you. I miss you. Fuck.” Daveed rambled, pacing back and forth.

It was more like he was fighting with himself than talking to you.

“Then why did you stop?” You asked, sitting up straight.

That question made Daveed stop pacing. He stared ahead at the wall, chewing his lip in deep thought. You watched him, waiting for a reply but he never spoke. Instead he turned away from you.

“Daveed? Talk to me… did I do something wrong?” You stood up slowly, walking over to him but still keeping your distance.

Daveed shook his head, chuckling humorlessly.

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

You frowned, taking a step back from him.

“I’m sorry…”

You didn’t know what you were apologizing for but you felt the need to say it.

“I ruined everything again, didn’t I?” You asked, voice trembling as you fought back tears.

You came here with hopes of things being better but just like six years ago, you were throwing it all away. This time it was unintentional and every attempt to salvage anything only screwed you further.

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t, it’s me.” Daveed reassured you, facing you once again.

“I…” Daveed trailed off, taking a deep breath.

“I’m scared. What if you just run off again? I don’t want to get so deeply invested in you again just to get fucked over. I understand why you chose to leave and I know it was for the best but that doesn’t mean it didn’t mess me up when you left.”

Your heart shattered, for the first time you saw how deeply your decision affected Daveed. You could see the damage you left behind when you walked out of that door. You delicately took Daveed’s hand, squeezing it.

“I know it’s hard to trust my word but it’s all I got Daveed. The moment I saw you at my restaurant I knew I was still in love with you. I never tried to get over you and part of me didn’t want to get over you.”

Your free hand reached up to Daveed’s chin, tilting his head so he was looking into your eyes.

“I love you too. I want to try again and I’m not going anywhere. I know only time will prove my words but I mean it.” You said in a soft voice, lacing your fingers together.

Daveed squeezed your hand before kissing the back of it.

“I believe in second chances.” He responded, smiling widely.

You mirrored his smile before tackling him with a hug. Daveed stumbled backward a bit before regaining his footing and hugging you back.

The doorbell rang, causing you two to break apart.

“Perfect timing, I’m starving.” You kissed Daveed’s cheek before going to answer the door. You paid for the food and sat down next to Daveed on the couch.

“Fortune cookies first!” You smiled, handing Daveed one.

“Okay okay.” He chuckled, cracking his open.

“‘People are naturally attracted to you.’ Eh, this one is kinda bullshit.” Daveed shrugged.

“I think it’s a cute one! Mine says, ‘The man or woman you desire feels the same about you.’ Oh my god, does that mean Bruno Mars actually wants me!” You turned to Daveed with a faux surprised face.

Daveed rolled his eyes, picking up his takeout container.

“Why don’t you go find out?” He grumbled, eating some of his rice.

“Awwwww, is someone jealousssss?” You teased, poking his side before picking up your container and opening it.

“Nope.”

“Yes you areeeee.”

“Y/N, leave me alone.” Daveed deadpanned but you could tell by his facial expression he was trying not to smile.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“You’re cute in general.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you cuddled up to his side again.

“You’re corny.”

“You love it.”

“I love you.” You retorted, giggling as Daveed looked over at you.

“Oh but I’m the corny one?”

“I’m cute corny, you’re just wack.”

“Getting real close to bending you over my knee.” Daveed jested, sipping from his water bottle.

“That’s my favorite place to be.” You purred, kissing his jaw.

You smirked when Daveed choked on his water and started coughing. This was how it was meant to be.