#oak onaodowan x reader

[hamiltonimagines]

Starstruck

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Request: “can you write a oak fic where reader sees him riding his skate board at venice beach and she is kinda starstruck and he thinks it’s cute” - @lonelydance

Word Count: 1.5k

I was currently walking down to Venice Beach. I had just moved to Los Angeles and I was excited to spend as much time as possible at the beach.

I got to the beach and I found a park bench that was facing a skate park. I pulled a book out of my bag. Before I opened my book, I looked at all the skateboarders who were doing tricks.

One of them caught my eye. The guy looked familiar to me and I couldn’t seem to figure out why. He was super handsome, but I didn’t know why I felt like I knew him.

I ignored it and started to read my book. I would occasionally look up and see if I could remember why I knew this handsome stranger, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

I put my bookmark in my book and decided to check my phone. I checked my Instagram. One of my close friends had posted something on their Instagram story, I decided to see what it was. It was a screenshot from Spotify of the Hamilton soundtrack.

Then it dawned on me, the guy was Oak from Hamilton. I had seen the show maybe a year ago back in New York. I couldn’t believe that we ended up in the same place. I hated to admit it, but I had a little bit of a crush on Oak.

I looked up from my phone and watched as Oak did a trick. As I watched him, I knew for sure that it was him. I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off of him. His tricks seemed so flawless and I was captivated.

Then, he did a jump and landed back outside of the concave part of the skate park. He stopped his board and stood there catching his breath for a second. He wiped some sweat off of his forehead.

Then, he looked over at me. I froze him, I hadn’t even realized that I had been staring this whole time. I could feel my cheeks heat up, as he stared back. I could see him start to smirk to himself. He winked at me and I quickly looked back down and pretended to read my book.

This was so embarrassing. It was one thing to embarrass yourself in public. It was a much worse thing to embarrass yourself in front of your celebrity crush in public.

Maybe, I had imagined it and he hadn’t noticed at all. I couldn’t help myself, I sneakily looked back up to see what Oak was doing. I saw him in the middle of a trick. He landed the trick and I looked down before he could catch me again.

I continued to read my book, but I couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching me. I figured I was just being paranoid, but what if I wasn’t? I had to look up to check again.

I wasn’t being paranoid, I saw Oak, across the skate park, staring right back at me. He smirked and waved to me. I panicked again and went back to my book. I couldn’t help but wonder how I got myself into this situation.

Then, a few minutes later, I heard a loud sound. I looked up and saw Oak, maybe ten feet away. He was skating along the outside part of the skate park and had fallen down.

I rushed over to where he was currently laying on the ground. I kneeled down next to him. “Oh my god are you okay?” I asked him, as I checked his arms for any major cuts. My mom was a nurse, so it was in my blood.

“Hey hey hey, I’m not hurt” he said, trying to calm me down. He grabbed both of my hands and stopped me from checking his arms. “Are you sure? You fell and you might of hurt yourself” I told him.

“I figured that if I pretended to fall, then maybe I could get the pretty girl, who keeps staring at me, to talk to me” he explained. I felt my entire face heat up. I quickly pulled my hands away from him and put my face in my hands.

I felt him grab my hands and pull them away from my face. “You can’t hide your pretty face” he said, smirking.

“I’m Oak” he said, sitting up. “Oh...uh nice to uhm meet you. I’m Y/N” I stuttered, feeling very nervous. “You recognized me, right?” He asked me. I felt like I had been caught doing something I shouldn’t of been doing.

“Pshh, recognize you? What do you mean? I have no idea who you are” I lied, unconvincingly. “Are you sure?” He asked, smirking.

“This is so embarrassing” I muttered to myself. “Don’t be embarrassed, I think you’re pretty cute” he said. “You what?” I asked, in shock. “I think that you’re cute” he said, slowly taking one of my hands into his own.

“Oh...well, um...that’s...or....um thank you?” I said, completely fumbling over my words. Oak smirked to himself. “Come on, let’s go sit” he said, standing up and pulling me up with him. We walked to the bench where I had been sitting, and sat down.

“So you come here often?” He asked me. “Not really, I just moved to Los Angeles. I figured I would check it out” I told him. “Oh you’re new to LA? Maybe, I could show you around sometime” he flirted. “I would really like that” I said, smiling.

“So do you skate?” He asked me. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Is that a no?” He asked, chuckling to himself. “Yeah, not even a little bit. I think I would break every bone in my body” I told him.

“How about I teach you?” He suggested. “Did you miss the part about breaking every bone in my body?” I asked, giggling. “Come on, it’ll be fun. I won’t let you fall” he promised me.

“Okay fine” I said. We both stood up and walked down the sidewalk, a little farther away from the skate park. “Okay, first things first” he said.

He took his helmet and placed it on my head. It was super loose on my head. “Look up” he told me. I looked up at the sky and I could feel him tightening the strap under my chin.

“Okay all good” he told me. He placed his board down on the ground, next to me. “So you’re going to stand with your feet parallel, and try to balance” Oak instructed. “I’m going to fall” I said, nervously.

“Then let me help you” he said. He held onto my forearms and I held on to his. I carefully stepped on to the board and then put my other foot on the board.

He moved my hands to hold onto his shoulders. I held on for dear life. I felt like I could fall at any second. “Your balance is off, do you mind?” He asked, as he put his hands in front of my waist. “Uh no, not at all” I told him.

He gingerly placed his hands on my hips and then repositioned the way I was standing. “See, much better” he said, smiling.

“So what now?” I asked him. “Do you want to try and move now?” He asked me. “I’m scared” I whispered. “I won’t let you fall” he said, holding my hands.

He started to walk with me and I held onto his hands super tightly. He let go of one of my hands and I kept going. I wasn’t really doing much. I was just standing there and balancing, but I was thankful that I hadn’t fallen yet.

Then out of nowhere, a dog came running across the sidewalk. I panicked, I didn’t know how to stop and I didn’t want to hit the dog. Oak saw it and stepped in front of me, stopping me from moving.

Unfortunately, I'd been going faster than I thought. I pushed Oak over and he fell backwards into the sand, next to the sidewalk. Since he had been holding onto my hand, I got pulled down with him.

I landed laying completely on top of him. “Oh...uh hi” I said, softly. “Wow, you’re gorgeous” he said, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. I leaned in and softly kissed him.

His lips were soft and smooth. I felt like I was in heaven. He grabbed onto my hips with his hands as he kissed me back.

We pulled away and rested our foreheads against each other. “Wow” we both whispered at the same time. This caused us to both start laughing.

“So how about we get back to the lesson?” He asked me. “Oh, yeah” I said, standing back up. I grabbed his hands and helped him back onto his feet.

“So how was that for my first time skating?” I asked him. “Well normally I would say that it’s bad that you fell on top of me, but it did lead to me getting to kiss you, so I won’t knock off points for that” he said, smirking.

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[cloudy-mysteries]

hi! i just found your blog and read your entire masterlist and LOVED everything!! i was wondering if you’d be willing to write something with 1 from the angst list and 8 from the fluff list but with Oak? i’d super duper appreciate it but totally understand if it’s not something you wanna do! xoxo

Sleep Over? Please?

hi! i just found your blog and read your entire masterlist and LOVED everything!! i was wondering if you’d be willing to write something with 1 from the angst list and 8 from the fluff list but with Oak? i’d super duper appreciate it but totally understand if it’s not something you wanna do! xoxo

1. “I can’t do anything right.”

8. “Sleep over? Please?”

thank you for requesting this! I had so much fun writing it <3

It was your regular Wednesday afternoon. You and Oak always went to each other’s house for wine, every Wednesday night. A couple minutes later you got a text from Oak. He was coming over to your house this week. You alternated whose house it was every week.

You picked up your phone to see this from Oak;

“Hey! Still coming, just running a little late. I’ll see you in 30,”

You and Oak had met through Hamilton, when it started. You were the costume designer for the show, which introduced you to the cast members and as soon as you saw Oak, you knew you were going to fall in love. Despite your strong feelings for him, you never once let him know. You were planning on never telling him. You’d kept the secret for so long, why let it out now?

You watched some show on Netflix while waiting for Oak to show up.

About 20 minutes later, the door bell rang. You got up from your spot on the couch, opened the door, greeted by the sweetest smile and a bottle of wine. Which was the rule. If it wasn’t at your house, you showed up with wine in hand.

“Hi, Oak,” you said giving him a hug and letting him inside. He put the wine on the counter and took out two glasses from the cupboard, while you set up the music, shuffling your playlist. You both took your seats on the couch and talked. And talked. And talked. You talked about anything and everything for about 45 minutes, before getting on the topic of your family.

It was rough. Your father barely communicated to you anymore and whenever he did, it was short and forced. You and your mother were never close growing up. The only times shes talked to you was to complain, but earlier this week she came to New York for a surprise visit to you.

Don’t know why she thought you would like that.

It was all fine, catching up with each other, showing her around the city. It was fine until the third night. Constant complaining about how you were living your life and your job. Claiming that you needed a real job. Says the woman who lives her life in a cubical.

She left the next morning. 2 days later, here you are with Oak.

It almost brought a tear to your eye, remembering all the hateful comments, that only resulted in a screaming match before she left.

“I don’t know. I just feel like… I can’t ever do anything right,” you said. Your voice cracked as you said the last part. You looked up from your glass and met eyes with Oak. That’s when you broke and the tears came.

“No, Y/n, don’t say that, please. Please don’t cry,” he said, putting down your glass and his, moving closer to you on the couch to hold you. Rocking you in his arms, back and forth. Wiping away each tear, until they stopped.

“Can you promise me that you won’t talk about yourself like that Y/n?” he said grabbing the side of your face and running his thumb across your cheek to wipe away the last tear, “Please, Y/n?”

“Okay.”

“Say you promise.”

“I promise, Oak.”

“Good. I want you to know how special you are.”

He pulled you in for another hug, but this one lasted longer. This one was nice, warm. It felt… loving?

“Oak?” you said, pulling away to look into his eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Can you sleep over tonight? Please? You can have the guest room, but i don’t want you to leave.”

The corners of his mouth lifted up into a smile.

“Of course.”

All was well until you actually were laying in your bed, rolling from side to side, unable to let sleep take over your body. Should you go get him? No, it wasn’t like that, but you did really wanted company and it was cold. You got up, walked to the guest room, knocked and saw him still up, aswell.

“Come in my room,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of your room before turning on your heel and walking back. Oak following behind.

He crawled under the covers, hesitant at first. Making sure he wasn’t touching you, but a few moments later he relaxed and turned over, wrapping his arms around your waist, entangling your legs together, falling sound asleep almost immediately.

[resistbitch]

You Need To Leave

Tags: @spilledkauffie @cupofkauffie @glorlfy

Warnings: Angst, Angst and more Angst, short story

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"Eight hours...Eight FUCKING hours..." you fumed, snuggling in to your blanket, how long has Alex been gone? EIGHT FUCK HOURS THAT HOW LONG, "Who the fuck does he think he's is?!" You thought as your eyes teared up as the worst possible scenarios filled your head, was he cheating? Was he in an accident? Did something happen at work? You glance at the clock, 1:20am, Alex left for work at six this morning. You stared at the T.V in front of you, it was just some random TV show on Disney, that's when you heard the front door creak open, 'There the fuck he is.' You thought angrily, you watched silently as he tried to creep past you, "And where the hell where you?" You asked suddenly, making him jump, he's tan skin light dimly by the TV, " (Y-Y/N)!? What are y-you doing up?" He shaking asked, "You didn't answer my question Alex." You stood up from the couch "Where the hell where you?" You watched as he squirmed in his spot, "I was busy at wor-". "Don't fucking lie to me." I cut him off, I stepped closer, "You used that excuse five times already, now where wer-" My eyes landed on he's shirt collar, red lipstick stains, he seems to notice where my eyes landed and tried to come up with an excuse, "I-I was trying to find s-some new lipstick f-for you." I glared up at him "You know I HATE red." He gulps stepping backwards, "Leave." he seemed to stiffen even more at that one word. "W-what? (Y/N) please, just wai-" "I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR EIGHT HOURS!" I snapped, he's brown eyes widened at my outburst, I took a deep breath, calming myself, "You need to leave." " (Y/N) please." "Leave Alexander, just fucking leave." You walked over the the front door, Alex right behind you begging you to wait, you opened it wide open and glared at him "Just Leave."

[singtotheskiies]

More Than Friends

pairing: hercules mulligan x reader modern au words: 3800 warnings: swearing, probs some HP spoilers, flUfF request by @justcallmecinammon (shortened): reader is best friends with Herc and is his personal model for his designs. little does she know that behind all the best-friend camaraderie, there's a little more going on. with some help from John Laurens and Co., they share their feelings.

Your best friend, Hercules Mulligan, was an aspiring fashion designer who preferred the outdated term "tailor's apprentice." Your best friend was also a broad-chested, dark-skinned man who stood at around six feet tall. Not your typical big guy. He certainly got some heat for it, and every time someone (namely, Aaron Burr) made fun of him and called him names ("sissy" being predominant), you would fly into a rage. "Burr, you better shut up or I'll rip your mouth off your face and stick it up your self-righteous ass," you screamed one day. The two of you had been on a shopping run and had ran into Burr at the grocery store. "Woah, calm down, there, Princess," he said, that ever-present chuckle in his voice irking you. "For the millionth time, don't call me Prin—" "Don't worry about it, (Y/N). He's not worth your time," Herc cut in softly. "But—" "Let's go." He pulled you out of the grocery store and began walking towards the apartment complex the two of you lived in. Your spaces were across the hall from each other. "Herc," you began. "How can you put up with him? You just...stand there. I don't understand." "(Y/N)," he said, still quietly, "I make it a point not to bother with people like Burr. Besides, I'll show them when I finally get my own shop." "Which will be very soon," you said. "I hope so," he said, and a soft smile graced his lips, making you melt. Oh, yeah. There was also the fact that you were completely infatuated with your best friend. You knew it was horribly cliché but couldn't help it. He was always so kind and sweet, and although his career choice was unique, you loved him all the more for it. He would never fail to find a way to make you feel better, and it was impossible not to become more attached than you probably should. You doubted he liked you back; you had been best friends for five years and you had never once seen a sign of him feeling the same way. Therefore, you tried to keep it to yourself and could only hope that it wasn't too obvious. "Any plans for later?" you asked him. "Well, it depends. Do you?" he looked down at you. "Not much. I was just gonna watch the Harry Potter marathon that's on tonight," you replied. "Well, that's what I was thinking as well. But it wouldn't be any fun without my best friend," Herc said, breaking into a grin. "That's true. Your best friend has to agree," you told him. "It starts at five, right? I'll bring the Doritos. And Nutella." "(Y/N)," Herc jokingly protested. "You bring Nutella to everything!" "It's not a party without chocolate spread," you shot back, crossing your arms in mock perturbation. "I can't argue with that," he replied, as the two of you entered the apartment complex. "See you at five?" "You betcha!" you smiled, hugging him tightly before unlocking your door. And as he smelled your scent and felt you pressed close to him, Herc couldn't help but wish as he had countless times before, that you were more than just his best friend. ------ You managed to knock on his door, despite the fact that your arms were full with an assortment of snacks that nearly swamped you. It swung open immediately to reveal a grinning Herc. "Need a little help?" "No," you grunted. "Just hold the door for me like a good boy." "That I shall do," he said, bowing as he stood against the door to keep it from closing. You quickly made your way over to the coffee table by the couch and dumped your things, almost knocking over the two cups of tea that stood steaming on the surface. Herc clapped and you made a mock bow. "Let's see what you brought," he said, as he shut the door and walked over to you. "Oh my god. Four jars of Nutella? Even Laf couldn't eat that much," he said, referencing one of your mutual friends. The Frenchman had a secret soft spot for the chocolate spread and you had caught him more than once with a spoon in your pantry, readying himself to steal from your well-stocked stash of the stuff. "It's always good to be prepared," you said. "Now come sit down. Sorcerer's Stone starts in ten minutes." He plopped down next to you on the soft couch, grabbing a huge quilted blanket in the process. "I thought we could use this," he said, shrugging. "Oh my gosh! A blanket! I love you so much!" you cried, not even noticing him stiffen as you said the last few words. You grabbed a small pouch of Doritos and the movie began. You hummed along to the opening song, and Herc looked at you with a smile in his eyes. "Look at you hitting all the notes," he said, and you rolled your eyes at him before quoting the first five minutes of the movie verbatim. You finally stopped when he raised a pillow threateningly. ------ ​​​​​About halfway through Goblet of Fire, when the two of you had exhausted a jar and a half of Nutella, you began to feel slightly tired and rested your head on Herc's shoulder, where it fit perfectly into the crook of his neck. You tried to repress the slight blush that came over your face despite your best efforts. Herc's eyes widened and he felt his heart beat faster. He was suddenly hyperaware of everything, from the soft scent of your hair to the warmth of your cheek on his shoulder to the brush of your side on his. Was it possible to calm one's heart? he thought. Because you could definitely feel its increased speed. He tried focusing on the movie, ignoring the warmth spreading through his body that wasn't coming from the blanket. Your head stayed there for the rest of the movie. You couldn't help it—Herc was just so warm and comfortable. However, you were jerked out of your haze during Order of the Phoenix. "Oh my god!" the two of your screamed at the same time. The object of your horror was none other than Dolores Umbridge. "Jesus, that laugh," he said, as she cackled. ​​​​​​ "I literally want to burn her," you replied. "What is she even wearing? I wouldn't be caught dead making something like that." "If you did, I would never speak to you again," you deadpanned. "I'm not even kidding." "Well, good thing I won't be making fluffy pink bathrobes anytime soon," Herc said. "Don't wanna lose you." But, oh, how he wished he had you. ------ You had finally given in to your sleepiness around the end of Deathly Hallows: Part 1. Herc knew it wasn't worth it to watch the last movie alone (besides, his ugly sobbing at Fred's death would probably wake you up), so he shut off the TV and quietly placed the remote on the table. He looked down at you, your head tilted back and mouth slightly open. You were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. His chest swelled with pride as he watched you breathe gently. How did he ever get a best friend like you?   Every time he thought of you, he couldn't help but wish that you were something more to him than just his best friend; that you felt something more than just friendship for him. However, he dismissed the thought. You were sweet and funny and talented and beautiful and just the slightest bit inflammatory, all of which combined into an intoxicating personality that he couldn't get enough of. He just saw himself as average. He loved sewing and designing clothes, but he sometimes wondered if you found that attractive or just lame. But then he would tell himself, she's your best friend. She would have let you know if she didn't support you one hundred percent. But no matter how hard he tried, you always seemed to ruffle his mentality. Because he loved you. He'd be a fool to deny that. ------ "I'm here!" you sang, as you stepped into the design shop where Herc was an apprentice. A bell on the door jangled behind you as it shut. "Hey!" His voice was muffled and came from the back of the shop. "Gimme a minute." You stood by the counter and looked around at the clothes lining the store. It was a small place and dated back to the 1970s, but it was cozy and inviting and was a popular spot in town. Herc had been working there for three years and was saving up to buy his own shop. As you smiled at the thought of him, he appeared as if by magic. A smile broke over both your faces. "Hi, Herc!" you squealed, giving him a tight hug. "Gee, (Y/N), it's only been like twenty hours," he said, hugging you back. "Well, I missed you," you told him. "Besides, I'm excited for my fitting today." "Ah, can't forget about that," he agreed, tapping a finger to his forehead. "Let's go. I was just setting up." Fittings had become a tradition about two years ago. Herc had asked you if you could be his model for a dress he was making. "For a project," he said. You agreed, of course. You watched his skillful hands as he worked, cutting and sewing and measuring. Surprisingly, you didn't feel strange at all when he measured your waist and such things. His hands were gentle and when they brushed against you, they sent a shudder racing through you that you had to work hard to suppress. You didn't notice him bite his lip and turn slightly pink whenever that happened. The two of you covered up your feelings by chatting happily about whatever came to mind. You were so excited to see the final result and weren't surprised when it fit you perfectly. What you weren't expecting was that he would let you keep the beautiful piece of clothing. "Herc, I can't do this." "Yes, you can." "You spent all this time... Don't waste it on me." "(Y/N), I would keep it if I needed to. I promise, that was a practice one. I won't need it." You narrowed your eyes. "I think you're lying." "Me? Never! (Y/N), please. Just take it." You couldn't resist his pleading eyes. "Fine," you sighed. "It's gorgeous; thank you!" And the tradition began. You always felt a bit guilty, but Herc would always insist, and you weren't about to say no to your best friend, not to mention the man you were in love with. Today, a bolt of bright blue fabric sprinkled with yellow stars was laid out. "Oh, how pretty," you said. "Yeah, that's what I was thinking," he responded. "I thought you'd look nice in it." He grabbed a length of measuring tape and stuck a few pins in the breast pocket of his button-down. "Stand up on the footstool," he said, and you got started. After about twenty minutes of chatting, the bell rang again. "I have to see who it is," Herc said. "I'll be back in a few." He laid down his tape and opened the door to the main shop. You heard familiar voices and grinned. You knew who had come—John, George, and Laf. They were three of your friends whom you had met through Herc. John Laurens was a freckled man who always wore his hair back in a tightly curled ponytail. He was full of fun and never seemed to run out of things to tease you and Herc about. George Washington was older and more serious than anyone in your friend group. He had smooth tea-colored skin and always wore a ballcap of some sort on his head. You could always count on him for advice. Lafayette was a tall, dark man with corkscrews of hair which he always had off his face in a bun. He was born in France and still retained an accent and a love of food. He was fun-loving and never failed to bring levity to any situation, especially the ones where John left you and Herc blushing and stumbling for words after a well-placed comment on your relationship. You could hear the voices getting nearer, and, soon enough, the three men popped into the fitting room. "Hey, guys!" you greeted them. "What's goin' on?" "Not much," John said. "But I see you're busy with Herc." ​​​​​​ "John," you said, already blushing. "It's just another fitting for a project of his." "Oh, sure," he told you, rolling his eyes. "Amie, it is so obvious how he feels about you," Laf said. "Guys! He'll hear!" you cried. ​​​​​​ "Actually, he's still in the shop. Good ol' clumsy Laf knocked over an entire box of ribbons, so he's sorting them again." Laf smiled. "It is true. I am not very graceful." "Why aren't you helping him? I'll do it if you won't!" you exclaimed. "He insisted multiple times that he had it under control," George spoke up. "But back to the real subject," John cut in. "(Y/N), love, why can't you see how much he cares for you?" "He—we're best friends, John. He could never feel the same about me." "But he does," said Laf. "He looks at you as if you were the monde, the world." "It's true, (Y/N)," George said. "It's obvious to all of us. He's clearly head-over-heels for you." "I—I don't know what to say," you said, as you tried to wrap your mind around what they were telling you. "How do you know this?" "Well, ever since you really started getting close, we could tell," George continued. "He started talking about you non-stop and he just seemed like he would drink in every detail of you when you were around him." "Yeah, he would literally talk for ten minutes straight about what you had done the day before with a blush on his face," John said. "He's got it real bad." As he finished those words, Herc came in. "Hey, guys! Why is everyone looking at me?" he asked, confused. "That's a great question," you responded. "Now, shoo, children," you said, making go away motions with your hands. "We have a fitting to finish." John snapped a two-finger salute. "Alrighty, then. Off we go, boys." George waved to the two of you and Laf yelled, "Bye, amis! Don't have too much fun!" The door closed shut rather vehemently and the bell rang as they left the shop. The silence was almost suffocating. "I'm sorry about them," Herc said. "They didn't—tell you anything that made you uncomfortable, did they?" he asked, concerned. "Uh—no, no," you said quickly, while pressing your hands to your cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. "No, we were just talking about, uh, stuff, you know? Like how the fitting was going, things like that," you said, nodding while cringing at your words. "Oh, I see," Herc said. "Well, let's get going." ​​​​​​ Throughout the whole rest of the fitting, you couldn't help but dwell on the words of your friends. Herc liking you back? Impossible! No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't keep the friendly banter flowing as well as it usually did. When he finished two hours later, you excused yourself rather quickly and drove home as fast as you could without being pulled over. As soon as you got home, you flopped onto your bed and stared at the ceiling as if it would bring any clarity whatsoever to the day's events. About five minutes into your intense dissection of every word that had come out of your friends' mouths, your phone went off. You sat up wearily to see who had texted you. Message from Herc 💗 6:58 p.m. You ok?   Your heart leaped into your chest at the sight of his name. Yeah, just tired is all Message from Herc 💗 6:58 p.m. Anything I can do? You quickly typed a response. No, I'm fine, I promise. I'll probably go to bed before too long haha Message from Herc 💗 6:59 p.m. Please let me know if you need anything. Night xx Thanks, Herc. Message from Herc 💗 6:59 p.m. No problem! You shut off your phone and resumed staring at the ceiling. This was going to be a long, long, night. ------ You couldn't stay away from Herc for long, and you had Aaron Burr to thank for it. One evening, you knocked on Herc's door. "Coming," you heard, and he appeared in sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt that read "King's College." "Oh my–(Y/N), you look awful!" he cried. ​​​​​​ "I know. It's all Burr's fault. Stupid little..." you refrained yourself from cursing. "Your eye..." "I know. Hey, it's okay, I gave him a shiner too." "What happened?" "Well, I was grabbing a few things at the store and he was there again with a few choice words about you. Needless to say, I got 'im good." "Oh, (Y/N)..." "Hey, you woulda been proud of me," you grinned. "I busted his lip, gave him a black eye, and hit him in the—" Herc's eyes widened. "Oh, no. Not there." "Yep!" you said cheerily. "Right where the sun don't shine! And I didn't even get in trouble!" He seemed at a loss for words. "Uh, well, come in. I'll see if I can find something for your eye." You stepped inside, and as you waited, a wave of exhaustion swept over you. You had barely slept for a week, and it was catching up too quickly for your tastes. Herc came back with a bag of ice and helped you put it on. After some of the swelling had gone down, he led you to the couch. "Here, sit down. You need to rest," he said. "It's just a black eye!" you protested. "I don't care. I want you feeling better." With a sigh, you sat down and he followed suit. "You don't need to keep defending me, you know," he told you softly. "Burr will just keep going and going if you let him." "But you're my best friend," you murmured sleepily. "I don't want anyone saying bad things about you." Herc looked at you, tenderness in his eyes. "Aw, c'mere," he said, and drew you into his arms. He smelled like fresh laundry with a hint of cologne. His arms were warm and his muscular body was softened considerably due to his oversized sweatshirt. You had never felt so secure, and you drifted off to sleep before you knew it. You didn't hear the words, whispered under his breath only after he was positive you were asleep, whispered as if they were a deadly secret, the words that would change your life if you knew them.   "I love you." ------ "Are you sure you don't wanna tell her?" "Yes, John! I want you guys to gauge her reaction," Herc told his friend. "Please?" "All right, ami, if you're sure," Laf responded. And with that, he, John, and George entered your apartment. Herc retreated into his own, cracking the door so he could still hear. "Well, if it isn't the Terrible Trio!" (Y/N)'s voice came across the hall to him and he swore his heart skipped a beat. "You know it." John. "We've got good news," George said. "About Herc." "Oh?" (Y/N) asked, sounding wary. "He now has his own shop," Laf said, and was promptly drowned out by the sound of her squealing excitedly. "OH MY GOSH! HE FINALLY DID IT AND I KNEW HE WOULD! YESSS! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!" Herc couldn't keep a stupid grin from swallowing his face whole, even as his blood froze at her last exclamation. He could practically see her pumping her fist as she jumped up and down, her hair in a whirl. When she finally calmed down, John said something about the three of them having to go somewhere, and they made a quick exit. Herc's phone went off: a text from George.   Went super well. Obviously. You should def do something about your feelings now. He barely had time to process the message before (Y/N) burst into his apartment. "OH MY GOODNESS, HERC, YOU DID IT! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" She smothered him with a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and after a while, she pulled back and tilted her head up at him, eyes shining. Now or never. ------ "(Y/N), I have something to tell you," Herc said, dropping his arms and fiddling with one of his sleeves. "You can tell me anything," you told him. "What's up?" "Well, um, there's not really another way to do this, so I'm going to say it outright." He closed his eyes briefly, as if gathering strength. "(Y/N) (L/N), I love you." He opened his eyes and looked down at you, clearly worried. "I'm sorry. I just had to tell you." You were literally frozen in shock. "I—oh my gosh. Do you really mean that?" you asked him, finally finding your voice. "Yeah," he confessed. "Ever since I met you, I've felt this way. I just didn't tell you because you were my best friend and it would have ruined everything. I'm sorry, (Y/N)." "No, Herc, I—I feel the same way." His eyes widened. "Seriously?" "Yeah. All I wanted was for you to feel the same, but since we were best friends, I didn't think you did." "Oh, (Y/N)," he said, taking you into his arms once more, "why do you think I let you keep all those clothes? Why do you think you were my cuddle buddy? I kept trying to show you in little ways, but you wouldn't see." "I do now," you answered. "I just can't believe it." "You should," he said. "In fact, just to convince you, I'm going to ask you something. Will you be mine?" Your eyes welled up. "Yes! Yes! I thought you'd never ask!" He looked down at you, that beautiful smile gracing his features. "Good," he whispered, and kissed you softly. ------ "Y'know, (Y/N), I'm thinking about the next dress I wanna make for you," Herc said a few months later as you were lying against him on the couch once more. "Really? What'll it be like?" "Well, I can't make it quite yet. Maybe in a few years," he said. "Besides, it's a secret." "Aw, I wanna know even more now," you cried, looking up at him. He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. "Well, all I can tell you is that it'll be white."

[imagine-your-way-out]

#6 | The Jumping Scandal | Oak x Reader

A/N: Hallo!! I’m so sorry for uploading this so late. I hope you forgive me T_T. I have zero experience in roof jumpng and leg breaking so… This is maybe not so realistic. But please enjoy!!

Warnings: excessive cursing

(N/N) - nickname

•••••

Day-offs with Oak are the best. Since you both worked in Hamilton, you being a violinist and assistant conductor and him as an actor, it was easy for the both of you to arrange dayoffs.

This week was a vacation for the both of you. No workload for you. No rehearsals for Oak. Just relaxation and cuddling.

“I can barely see a star. You sure there’s a meteor shower tonight?” Oak groaned, trying to adjust his body comfortably on the tiled roof.

“You can’t see one because your eyes are closed. Besides, you heard the news: at nine pm, there’s going to be a light meteor shower.”

The both of you (mostly you), decided to watch the stars at your parents’ house while they were out of state for the night. And allegedly, a meteor shower is going to take place.

“(Y/N), it��s 9:30 already. Let’s go back in.” He frowned at your pouting lips.

“It’ll appear in five minutes, promise. If it doesn’t, we’ll go back in,” you say. Oak raised a brow and turned to look at the stars nonchalantly.

“Fine,” he relented.

“Some supportive boyfriend,” you mutter back, crossing your arms and inspected the sky for a shooting star.

~

Five minutes has passed and not one star streaked through the sky.

“Nothing’s happening,” complained Oak. “Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go in.” He pulled at your arm but you shoved him away.

“You go first. I’ll stay here for a while,” you say, not tearing your eyes off the black expanse above.

“(Y/N),” he groaned, “Please?”

You sigh defeatedly. “Okay.” But just when you were about to stand, a flash of white caught your eye.

“It’s starting, Oak!” you say excitedly, dragging the half-kneeling man back to his lying position.

“What?” Oak looked up and saw nothing but a few stars winking at him, as if to tease. “(Y/N), there’s nothing. Please, let’s go in.”

“I saw one,” you insisted, “The next one will appear around now.”

“Damn it, (Y/N),” cursed Oak. He loves you so much, he really does. But sitting up in the rooftop for more than an hour was a literal pain in his ass. “Can I just stay in your room while you go star-hunting?”

You opened your mouth to prevent him from leaving but you closed it to think about it. “Okay,” you relented. Shooing him away halfheartedly. If he didn’t want to go stargazing with you, then fine.

“Sure?” Oak looked at you, concerned. You looked disappointed and he felt a little guilty leaving you.

“I’ll go back in five. I’ll just check if the meteor shower is going to continue,” you say. Oak stood momentarily, thinking deeply, then leaned down to kiss you on the cheek.

“Love you,” he murmured.

“Love you too,” you whisper back.

“Do you need a blanket? It’s chilly here.” You shook your head. “Okay then.” He then left you alone to your devices.

You turned your attention back to the sky. Although the interest for the meteor shower was diminishing. After a few minutes of staring at the infinite space, you decided to head back in.

You pushed yourself up and squeaked as your right foot slip off suddenly. You had forgotten you were on the roof.

“Oak?” You called out weakly. “Oak?”

“Yeah?” He popped his head out of the window of your room.

“Can you help me get back in?” You wobbled a bit, trying to balance on the roof with one hand reaching out to him and the other planted firmly on the rough surface.

“Here, take my hand.” He leaned forward and outstretched his own hand. Your hands were still meters apart.

“Why did I decided to move farther away from the window,” you huffed. You tried to scoot closer but your foot had slipped so suddenly. Again.

“Shit!” You cursed loudly, gripping on the roof for dear life. Nothing had happened but it scared you to move again.

“(Y/N).” Oak tried to capture your attention but you were too busy focusing on not falling. “Come on, babe. You can do it. Just walk slowly towards me.”

You stared at Oak then to yourself then to the ground, which was dangerously far from you. A tentative step at first, testing the roof if it can handle your weight.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” you mutter. You had crossed this awhile ago. What’s the difference now?

The first step was a success and so was the second one. You casually took your third step and that had led to your downfall. Literally.

“Holy sh-” Your body suddenly dropped down. Far from Oak’s reach and far from any safe place

“(Y/N)!” Oak shouted indistinctly. You heard his heavy footsteps from inside the house and out to the front yard.

“ Jump!"Oak shouted.

You looked down to measure the distance between you and his outstretched arms. 12 feet.

"Are you kidding me?” you shout back, “No!” You were definitely not risking the fall.

“It’s the only way, (Y/N),” he reasoned. “Jump!”

You sigh defeatedly, he was right. You couldn’t do anything else but jump.

“Promise to catch me?”

“Promise.”

With that, you took a leap of faith. And jumped.

Straight to the ground.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you chanted loudly, gripping your knee tightly. “The fuck, Oak?!”

Your boyfriend looked stricken and immensely guilty. At the mention of his name, he snapped back to apparent reality. He kneeled beside you and asked,

“What’s the damage?”

You glared at him venomously, “What do you think? I’ve fallen hard, I think I fractured a leg. Maybe you should get me to a hospital.”

Oak whipped out his phone and dialled 911. You hear him talk to the other line but the pain made it difficult to comprehend it.

“They’ll be here in five,” Oak said, shoving his phone back in his pocket.

“These events are your fault,” you growl, the adrenaline gone, so the pain was increasing by the second.

“Hey, (N/N), calm down. It’ll be alright,” he tried to soothe you but you were too pissed and in pain to care.

“It will be alright when I bury you in hell,” you snap. Oak grimaced at your words but still continued to stroke your hair, which in fairness, felt nice.

“I’m sure it will,” he muttered to himself and looked up. “Hey, (Y/N)! A shooting star! Make a wish, babe.”

You stared at him flatly and said, “I wish you also break a leg.”

~

The next week, you stayed in the hospital. Friends came to visit you. Your parents were a bit shocked and angry, seeing as that you had to fall on their rooftop. Oak came by everyday, before and after his performances.

Your anger wore off long before. You allowed him to pepper you with chocolates, apologies and kisses. The event was forgotten after a while.

But it made a good story to tell your kids on how their father almost got their mother killed.

[ramp-it-up]

Fresh Squeeze Ch. 4: Daveed Diggs x OFC Reader Linden Marshall

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Word count: 4k

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Allusions to Drug Use, Co-dependency, NSFW (a little Smut), therapy, Hamilfam, some social media, Plot. 18+

Summary: Linden Marshall is a 3rd year law student at Columbia. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life-partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic. Linden’s boyfriend is Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible.

They’ve been together for years, but Linden is accepting tha the relationship is over. Mark gets a role on Broadway in Rafa & Daveed’s Blindspotting adaptation, Bay Boys, and Daveed & Linden’s worlds collide. *Loosely edited.

A/N: This chapter has lots of plot. 🙃

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"So, this pussy is mine now, right?"  Daveed’s hand was on your stomach, his long fingers skimming your clit as he took one of your nipples in his mouth.

You inhaled sharply as Daveed moved his hand down and flicked your clit with his thumb while slipping two fingers inside you.  The way your pussy gripped them made his heart beat a mile a minute. Daveed thought he would bust as you used both hands to rub his cock. 

Your lips were above it, hovering in a beautiful almost kiss which allowed moisture to escape your mouth as you lubricated it for the best hand job he’d ever felt.  Then those lips, wet and full, went around his head and sucked as you swallowed him down your throat.

That mouth. That filthy, sexy mouth. You were just about everything at the moment..

Daveed leaned back as he let you take control of the rhythm of the situation. You liked it, he could tell, but you still hadn't answered his question. He stopped you .

"Right?" Daveed demanded.

He wanted so many things at that moment.

He wanted you to say yes.

He wanted to hear your sexy aroused voice call him ‘Sir” again.

He wanted you to release control to him.

He wanted to make you cum.

"Y-yes Sir.  It's yours. Whenever you want."

When it seemed as if everything was perfect, Daveed woke up. 

“Mutherfucker. It was just a dream.”

Daveed couldn’t believe it.  He groaned and pulled the pillow over his head while rubbing his cock. It had been a while since he had blue balls.

—-

The morning after the launch party,  you woke up with a doozy of a hangover.  Your head was pounding, but you managed to make it to the kitchen for some water and aspirin.  

You obviously did too much last night, but you could only use one brain cell at a time while trying to re-hydrate.  You filled your water bottle with water and ice, and took it back to bed with you. 

Once you climbed back in, you looked at the ceiling to get last night together in your mind.

One thing you remembered was that you were moving out today.  You were glad that Mark wasn’t back, not that you expected him to be from what you remembered about last night.  He was probably passed out cold somewhere and would be until late tonight.  It was only-

“Holy Shit!” You said aloud to the empty room as memories came flooding back. You picked up your phone to find it lit up with notifications, and from some people you did not recall giving your number to.  

You and Jasmine apparently hit it off because she sent you several videos last night.  They were mostly hilarious and un followable clips of people dancing and having fun. But you lingered over one. 

It was a video of Ant, Jon, Oak, Groff, and Daveed trying to make a cheerleading pyramid in someone’s hotel room. They were wasted. 

Anthony was the smallest, so he was going to be the flyer, but that went terribly wrong when Jon dropped him as Oak shifted beneath him, toppling over Daveed and Groff, who were on either side. 

Ant ended up in Daveed’s arms on the floor while Jazzy laughed hysterically. D just held and soothed his friend as Ant drunkenly cried about blowing the stunt. It was so adorable. You fell in love with this crew.

Your cousin Craig also texted. That was convenient, because you needed to crash at his place until you got on your feet.

Your night was still a little fuzzy, but your heart started pounding when you unlocked your phone to read the texts. You remember putting Daveed’s number in your phone before you came upstairs and crashed.  

Vague notions of you feeling him up in the car came back to you. 

“Fuck.  What did you do? Did you…?” You were talking to yourself out loud. A hallmark of sanity.

What you saw in the message preview made your heart beat even faster. 

“Good girl.”  

You got warm under the covers. You sat up, and took a couple of deep breaths before you opened the text thread. It wasn’t long.

Shit. You did call Daveed ‘Sir?’ didn’t you? And you also described in great detail how you would blow him. 

“Fuuuuuck meeee!” You screamed into your pillow which was now over your face. He probably thought you were a ho.

You searched your mind to see if you told him what the phrase “Good Girl” did to you? If you had an aural spot, that was it.  

This went way too far last night. You sat up,   gulped some water, and lay back down, very still, hoping that you would remember every detail.

When you did, you spoke to yourself some more. 

“FUCKING HELL!” You covered your head with a pillow and screamed.  This was not good. You’d have to figure out how you were going to fix that later, there was no time for this now.

You opened Craig’s message and saw that he wanted to go to brunch. He’d texted at 11:30.  It was just 12:45, so he wouldn’t be too put out that you hadn’t responded yet.

You texted him back to meet you at Mom’s Kitchen at 2 and hopped in the shower.  After showering and dressing, you grabbed all your toiletries, makeup, beauty products and pulled out a bag from the storage room, dumping them in. 

You pulled out the dirty laundry basket, because you knew that was full of what you loved to wear the most. Fuck it, you would be out of here tonight.

----

Daveed was tripping.

Not him about to have a wet dream. How old was he? Over 40 and too old to be dreaming about a 20 something. He was a fucking dirty old man.

He drifted back to the dream.  It was so vivid. Like it really happened. This girl had some strong magic. He looked back over the short exchange of texts between you two last night that set him off.  This was an impossible situation.

Daveed pulled his hair back, pulled on some sweats and a beanie and donned sunglasses. That should be enough that no one recognized him. 

He headed downstairs to Central Park and went for a quick run. Maybe that would clear his head. It was almost 11, so it was warmer and the park was more crowded than usual, but no one looked twice at him. 

That was good. He did not feel like talking or posing for pics right now. After about 45 minutes, he headed back to his suite. He was still there while he finalized renting an apartment in Brooklyn. He’d put it off too long.

He was going to give his run as Collin in the musical a year, tops, because he could not stand to stay in New York for longer than that. He would miss Cali too much. 

Being out east again was good though, since time and distance was a good thing to separate himself from his ex. She was based in LA now and being in the same town right now would be awkward. And she could take her time getting her things out of the house.

Daveed headed for the shower. As the water ran down his back, Daveed’s thoughts turned back to you. He was frustrated at his brain that wouldn't let you go as he stroked himself to a halfway satisfying completion. 

He had to get out of his head, and specifically get YOU out of his head. This situation was a non starter, too much drama. 

Daveed had plenty of numbers in his phone that he could use to get off, but he needed to move on to a distraction that wasn't ass. He had a feeling that would only make it worse.

When he finished, he texted Rafa. He needed to get out of the house and take his mind off of the impossible woman that was you.

It took over an hour for Rafa to get out of bed and get ready. Daveed met him in Hell’s Kitchen, not too far from the event venue. He had already gotten a place, always ready. You walked the three blocks from his apartment to the spot.

Rafa was wearing sunglasses, not as a disguise; Daveed could tell he was in bad shape.

“Man, I am hung the fuck over. I need greasy food and water, stat.”

“This place is just the ticket. Mom’s Kitchen.”

“Shhhhhhh, man, not so loud.” Rafa grabbed Daveed’s shoulder and whispered. Daveed grinned at his friend.

“And turn down that fucking smile. Too bright.” Rafa waved the sunshine of Daveed’s smile away from him.  

Daveed shook his head, chuckled, and walked the remaining distance in silence. He simply enjoyed the quiet vibe that was always between you two.

The all day lunch spot was crowded on a Saturday and it took a minute for them to get to the front of the line to talk to the host stand. Daveed flashed his famous smile at the guy and they were up for the next table.

Rafa grimaced and waited for the table, barely holding on.  He kept his eyes on the floor, super dizzy. Daveed looked around and saw you, laughing and leaving the restaurant with a nice looking buff man.  

He watched you take his arm and look up at him adoringly as you waited for a couple of minutes until your ride got there.

“Well, damn,” Daveed whispered to himself. “She has another man already.”

“What?” Rafael, heard D muttering to himself.

“Nothing, just looking at people’s food. I’m hungry.” Daveed tried to hide his disappointment.

Time to move on indeed.

——

You and Craig were eating brunch at Mom’s Kitchen midtown.

"Stop beating yourself up." Craig always knew what you were thinking..  "Yeah, you fell for it again, but at least you came to your senses. As long as you don’t go back to that asshole. I swear to gawd, Lindy…”

Craig was your cousin and your ride or die.  It used to be you two and Dell running those Jersey streets and now Craig was left to hold you down.

"Ugh. I’m done. He was so embarrassing, and the jig is he doesn’t even know that the person he embarrassed is himself.  So of course I get blasted, gah, I was so drunk last night, Craig. I was...just out of control."

Craig raised his eyebrow and asked, “What exactly did you do, Linden?”

You sighed and proceeded to tell him all about your escapade with Daveed.  His eyes were wide as saucers by the time you were finished. Then, he reached for his mimosa and raised it in the air. 

"I will toast to that!"

You laughed and raised your Prosecco glass.  

"I'm not going out like that, Craig."  You shook your head. "I JUST broke up with Mark last night.”

“Again,” Craig inserted. You rolled your eyes.  

“I'm not ready for a... a... thing, right now." You sighed. “I have my final year and a half of law school, and I need to focus on that and myself right now. That will be hard enough.”

"Lindy, time to put on your big girl panties. Who says you have to have a relationship with the guy? Just have fun.  Whatever that might mean to you."

Craig’s eyes sparkled in his brown skin as he gave you a side smile which showed his dimples.

“Just don't go in all blind like you did with Mark. It's time to live life.  But you probably need to talk to someone to get your head straight before you get with someone else.  You can’t love anyone else if you don’t love yourself. " 

You sighed at his suggestion. Therapy after the accident didn’t go well, you just sat there the whole time and answered the counselor’s questions with short replies.  Finally, he released you, telling your mother that you would have to make the choice to talk or not. 

You chose not.

"I don't know about all that.  I'm not planning on getting with NOBODY anytime soon. Eyes wide open." You chuckled a little, trying to make it seem as if you didn’t hear his suggestion to see a therapist.

Craig sucked his teeth and shook his head, reading you like a book.  He changed the subject. 

“Now, do I need to fuck Mark up, or what?” 

Craig never liked Mark and was just looking for an excuse.

“I don’t need you to fight him, Craig, I just need your muscle to help me move some boxes.”

“See I don’t believe you. You got the funds to hire some movers. You must need me to rearrange that pretty boy’s face.”

You just kept shaking your head at him. "You're not my Superman, Craig."

"Well, who's gonna save you, little girl?"

"I don't need anyone to save me. I'm a grown woman.”

Craig gave you a side eye.

"I mean, who's gonna save you from yourself?"

You rolled your eyes at him. You knew what he meant.

"Fuck you Craig. I'm evolving. Don't need you to save me. I can save my own damn self."

Your attitude was in full effect.

“Ok, ok.  Whatever you say.  Let’s go get your shit and get it over to my place. I’m giving you a month, tops. I know you don’t want to go to Aunt Mona’s.”

You looked down. There was no way you could face your mom with this. Again. 

“Cmon. Let’s get started. Free labor ends at midnight.” Craig looked at his watch. “You got 10 hours.”

You grinned at him, stood up and gave him a hug.. “Let’s get it. There’s a truck on reserve.”

----

When you and Craig got out of the elevator, you stopped dead in your tracks, Mark’s jacket was on the couch.

"Shit!"

Craig saw it too. "Do you want to come another time?"

You thought about it. "No. I don't want to put this off. Let's just get this over with."

"Ok. I got you."

You took a deep breath as you opened the door.

Mark was on the couch with his head in his hands. He looked terrible. He stood up and walked toward you.

Craig stepped in between you and Mark, looking down at him. He was pretty buff and taller.

"Don't even try it, Marky Mark. I've been waiting for a reason..."

Mark squared up. "Word? There's nothing to it, bro. Sis, whatever. I don't give a fuck."

Craig laughed in his face. "Lemme show you what this sissy can do to your pretty ass face, boy."

You stepped in between them.

"Both of ya'll calm the fuck down. Craig, I got this. Can you go get my clothes?"

Craig stood down. "Ok." He looked back at Mark as he walked to the bedroom.

Mark was staring back as you started speaking.

“Why all the dramatics?”

"I was waiting for you. I have to talk to you."

You crossed your arms, suspicious.

"I hope that you had a good time last night. Did you?"

Guilt crept in as you thought of what happened between you and Daveed. But then you remembered what Mark did.

"Yes. I did. Did you and that reporter have a good time?" You knew the drill. He probably got wasted and had sex with god knows what.

Mark frowned.

"Lindy. Don't stress about that interview. It was just business.I know you don’t like it when I get that way, but that's not enough to throw away the rest of our lives on. It’s just a sometime thing" 

Mark went and leaned against the wall. Lindy used to think it was so cute when he did that.

"Sometime thing? How many times do you do your sometime thing, Mark? How many times have you almost died when we were together? I can’t be responsible for your life anymore."

Mark dropped his head. "Listen. It’s not important, because it was just fun. I just did it to be sociable. It’s under control." 

He walked toward you again. "Do you really want to throw away forever with me over a little recreation?"

You could not believe him. You allowed yourself to be taken into his arms as you breathed his familiar smell. Sweet memories flooded your mind.

"That's my girl." you knew Mark was smiling, thinking you were back.

"I worshipped you like holy days. You were my everything. We’ve been together for years, you said you had my back. Do you remember?"

Mark pulled back and smiled at you.

You asked again. "Do you remember?"

He nodded, happy.

"But you choose not to remember when you overdosed the first time. I was destroyed and you promised not to hurt me ever again. I definitely remember."

Mark's smile dropped.

"Linden, if we just got married, I'm not going to need to do drugs like that anymore. Nothing compares to you. I love you. We are indestructible. We're like Jay and Bey."

"Asshole, you ain't no got damn Sean Carter..." Craig came charging out of the bedroom with clothes in his arms.

"Shut up, Craig!" You were done with both of them.

Craig mean mugged Mark all the way out the door.

"What he means is I'm no Bey. I'm not strong enough to take your ass back. And I'm not your wife. I won't ever be."

You pulled away, reached in the pocket of your jeans and put the key on the counter.

"I said what I said and I mean it. We're done."

"How can you say that? It can't be that easy."

Linden thought about what he said.

"No. Yeah. It is that easy." 

You really had no regrets.

"Do you know how many bitches want your spot? But you don't appreciate shit." 

He went over and grabbed the key off the counter. Then he started back over to you, visibly mad with his hand clenched. You peeped that made yourself taller, bracing yourself and ready to gouge his eyes out.

"BACK THE FUCK UP! " Craig said as he was coming back in the door. He came and stood by you.

Mark just threw him a look.

"Have your shit out by the time I get back. I'm not taking your ass back this time." 

Mark said it low as he walked out of the door and slammed it.

You breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ooooh, please let me pound his face in."

"No, Craig. Let's just get my shit and be out."

"Ok, boo." Craig grabbed Linden as you turned around and held your. you hugged him tight, grateful that he was there . Then, you pushed him away.

"Let's get to work."

It took you a couple of hours, but you got everything that you and Craig could carry out of the house. you didn't worry about the furniture or anything big because you just wanted to be done with it.

It was late by the time you got your stuff settled into storage and in Craig’s guest room.  You were exhausted. You two ate some pizza and you told him you were crashing for the night. 

“Anything else I can do for you, Lindy?” Craig was worried about you.

"Nah, you've done enough. Thank you, Cuz. I love you!"

Linden reached up and hugged him. He hugged your back.

"Love you too, Lindy." He pulled back to look at your face.

“I’m good. Promise.”

“Okay. Just let me know if you need anything.” He gave you one last hug and left you alone.

When Craig was gone, you just wanted to crawl into bed. You were so tired and wanted oblivion, having thought too much about too many things.

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In his suite, Daveed was stalking Lindy’s social media, trying to see what was up.  Just out of curiosity.  There were no posts from today, but he saw one in 2022 with you and the guy from today. The caption indicated that the guy, Craig, was your cousin. 

Daveed stalked further and saw a picture of a good looking kid, someone named Dell, that you posted every year on May 9th. 

Rest in power King. Throwback to when you were making moves and they were clocking you. I miss you so. 💔

They were memorial posts and the comments were always disabled. Must have been a childhood friend.

For some reason, Daveed took a big breath.  He felt lighter, having been in a mood all day. He did not want to explain why his mood changed all of a sudden, but he was inspired again. The potential was limitless.

You finally took a shower and climbed into bed. You scrolled through your social media and came across the fact that Daveed had followed you, and that he had posted, which was kinda rare.  You had over 200 new followers, no doubt because of your new ‘friend.” You shook your head at the fuckery.

You were giddy when you saw D’s post.

It was a screenshot of one of his notes, specifically the one he started about you the night before.

Working on a project with potential.  Don’t know when it will finally happen, but whenever it is, I think it will be worth the wait.  Just like all the other great things in my life.

Your smile was wide and you just stared at the post.  You opened messages to text him more than once, but you thought about what Craig said that afternoon. 

You liked his post, plugged in your phone, and went to sleep, exhausted, but warm inside. For the first time in a long time, you had hope.

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Across town, Daveed saw that you liked his post and started to call you. Then he thought better of it and put his phone down. Baby steps, the thought. 

Then, Daveed forgot about his phone and turned to his first love. He started to create art to express how he felt.  The other would come with time.

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Two weeks later

You sat on the couch and looked around the room, noting the calming decor which also included Dr. Baldwin. She was chestnut brown and her high puff was beautiful and peppered with grey. Her brown eyes were clear and sharp. You liked her immediately, but felt a sense of dread about what she would do when she found out about you.

In her office, the lights were soft, there was a water fountain trickling in the corner, and a noise machine by the door. All of that calmed you and made you feel safe when you sat down and took in your surroundings.

“Would you like some tea? Oolong, Green, or Black?”  You looked over to her electric tea kettle and her selection of teas and calmed down even more. 

“Thank you. Oolong, please” You watched your as she prepared your drink.”Sugar or honey?” She was very calm and deliberate.

“Honey. Thank you.”

She turned back to you and handed you a solid feeling white mug. The tea was pleasantly warm in your hands.  You took a sip before you were sure she would kick you out of her office.

“So, what brings you here today Ms. Marshall; may I call you Linden?”

“Yes, Linden, or Lindy. Although you may want me to leave when I tell you what I’ve done. You may not consent to talk to me.”

Dr. Baldwin raised her eyebrow at you, and turned to the table beside you.  “I record all of my sessions, so that I can have all of the details for the plan of therapy.  My secretary told you about this, yes?”

You shifted, a bit uncomfortably, but you nodded. “Yes, it’s fine.”

She pressed record on her device and picked up her own mug of tea.  

“Now, Lindy.  Tell me about yourself.”

Your throat was constricted and you felt the tears coming.  You took another sip of tea.

“Are you sure you want to hear this?  It’s pretty horrible.”

“I’ve heard it all, Lindy. Tell me what you did that was so horrible.”

You searched her face, and as the tears rolled down yours, you told her.  

“I killed my brother.”

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The Friend

Chapter one - Fall out

Paring -  Rafael Casal x black!reader AU

Summary - You've been in love with one of your best friends for years, you've actually agreed to reveal your feelings to Daveed, but what happens when you find out he's got a new girlfriend. Will his best blonde-haired pal be the one you've always been waiting for?

Warnings - slight angst, heartbreak, Alcohol

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“Not that dress it’s giving grandma vibes.”, your roommate Jamie said leaning against the doorway to your bedroom. As she nodded towards your floral dress that was in your hands. 

“Well help me find something, I wanna make sure he noticed me this time.” You mumbled closing your eyes imagining his beautiful brown eyes that can warm an entire room. And that smile, oh that fucking smile that felt as pure as the source of light. Returning back to reality you signed, “I’m gonna tell him how I feel tonight, and  I- I want it to be special. You know?”

Jamie raised her brown, walked towards your bed, and took a seat next to you. Staring you in the eye giving you her concerned motherly look, oh here she goes, you thought not wanting to hear another lecture, especially with your nerves today. “Listen y/n, no matter what happens tonight just know that you don’t need some guy to be happy okay? Daveed is an idiot if he doesn’t see how much of a wonderful person you are.”

That was his name Daveed, Daveed Daniele Diggs, and you were in love with him since you first met at freshman orientation which was five years ago. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but he was in a long-term relationship with a girl named Lisa. But about three months ago he learned that she was cheating on him for over 4 years. You honestly felt bad at how happy you were at the news, throwing yourself a little party at some misdeeds. No, really you actually did throw a little party, from buying a mini cake, and jumping up and down as ‘lovely day’ by bill withers played through the stereo. Pathetic. With that, you decided to give him time to heal before you tell him that you were helplessly in love with him. Three months should be good enough you mused.

“Yea, yea I get it. Love myself before someone else. I didn’t ask for a Ted talk, but okay.” You replied getting up from your seat, throwing the dress back in the closet. “Now help me find something to wear. Let me see if that fashion degree was worth it?”

Jamie chuckled, shaking her head at you. Walking into your closet she nodded, “sure.”

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Your stomach was beginning to do circles as you and Jamie arrived at the party. It’s okay you can do this ...after some drinks… but no I should stay sober for this.

“Y/n! Jamie! Come and take a shot with me.” Oak yelled, walking towards the pair of you with two shot glasses in his hands. As he came up to the both of you his eyes went wide as he looked at you up and down inspecting your outfit. “Damn y/n, you look ummm, y-you look, I-I mean wow.”

You nodded with a satisfied smile on your face. I hope Daveed likes this too. “Thanks, oak, and no thank you I’m the DD tonight.”

“Cool, cool. Well, I’m over there if you need me.” He winked and walked towards a group of guys.

“Hey wait, I never said that I didn’t want one,” Jamie yelled frowning as Oak walked away selectively not hearing her plea. Turning towards you with a knowing smirk on her face, she shook her head. “See I told you bitch. You’re  fucking hot.”

“Oak flirts with anything that moves, that was nothing.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes. It was true though, you loved Oak to death but if you had a penny for every compliment he gave to anyone you’d be a trillionaire.

“True but- Oh fuck look who just arrived. Twelve o’clock your way.” Jamie mumbled and nodded her head towards the front door. Slowly looking up your heart began to beat fast, increasing in an unhealthy way. Daveed walked in the room like the goddess that he was, dressed to the gods, hair moisturized to the lords. He waved at people nearby as he walked further through the party getting closer to you. Jamie squeezed your shoulder, giving you a warm smile. “Do it now, so you’ll have the rest of the night to drink the pain away.”

You nodded not being able to reply as Daveed walked up to you.

“Hey! Y/n, Jamie. It’s good to see you both.” He said with his beautiful eye smile lighting up the room giving Jamie a side hug. Pulling you into a warm hug looking you up, and down biting his lips. “What’s been going on with you? I felt like we haven’t talked in years!”

“Oh, y'know works have been pulling me in all areas.” You replied, wishing you had taken the shot Oak had offered you earlier. Liquid courage can be a good thing. Gathering the little courage you had you shot him a smile, “Actually I been wanting to talk to you about something-“

“Thanks, diggs for the correct directions. I really appreciate it. If you haven’t noticed I’m being sarcastic.” A voice yelps in the near distance interrupting your plan to drag Daveed away, to confess your love for him. Balling your fists trying to keep your cool, looking up trying to see who was brave enough to interrupt a girl so helplessly in love. Wearing a yellow ‘Oakland’ hoodie, with glasses on, walking towards you with a girl walking beside him, you signed as you made the person out. Rafael Santiago motherfucking Casal, great, now you didn’t hate him per se but you greatly dislike his white ass. From disagreeing on everything, arguing over stupid shit, him teasing, and poking fun at you every chance he got on you. Let’s just say you two weren’t exactly close. Walking up to the three of you he smiled, “ Hey, Jamie. I love ya man, but never ask me for a favor if you can’t cooperate okay.”

The fuck did he just ignore me. You thought saying a silent prayer in your head trying not to go off on his ass.

“Sorry, my phone went dead once I realized I gave y’all the wrong direction,” Daveed mumbled, shrugging his shoulders, reaching his hands out to the girl who arrived with Rafael. What? Who is she? “ Guys I want y’all to meet my girlfriend Serena.”

At that moment you could’ve sworn that the entire room can hear your heart-shattering in millions of pieces. After all this time of pinning after a guy, you always cared for giving your every thought to, but in reality, he will never give you the time of day. Fuck I’m a desperate piece of mess you thought feeling your throat getting hard. Fuck don’t cry you weak bitch. Jamie looked up in surprise, her eyes instantly falling on you shooting you a sympathetic look. But no you weren’t gonna be a bitter bitch just because someone wasn’t into you, you were better than that. Putting all of your feelings aside you nod. “Nice to meet you I’m, y/n, and that’s Jamie.”

“You too. Oh my god, I love your outfit, it's beautiful.” She smiled, making Daveed grin as he pulled her into a side hug, happy that she was getting along with his friends. Mumbling a small ‘thanks’, you felt defeated, not only was she pretty, but she was nice too. You couldn’t even hate her if you tried, at least his last girlfriend Lisa was a total bitch, something that your whole friend group silently thought as well. Which was good because it didn’t make you feel guilty for your feelings for Daveed because you had a villain in your love story. Kissing her cheek making her giggle, Daveed smiled and looked up at you. “So what were you trying to tell me earlier?”

“Oh, um it was nothing. Just forget it. Listen I should go see everyone else.” You rasped, pointing towards an area of the house far away from them. “It was good seeing you all.”

 “Okay, well don’t be a stranger.” Daveed frown noticing the change in your state, just a minute ago you were on cloud nine. Serena waved bye at you. While Jamie stared at you squinting her eyes, silently asking if you needed her, you shook your head no. Rafael glanced up looking away from his phone for a moment and mumbled. “See ya.”

Oh? so he did know that I was here, fucking bitch.

Grabbing a bottle of vodka on your way out towards the pool area, you found a place farther away from any eyes. You began to take a gulp from the bottle. “Fuck.”

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“I guess I don’t need this.” You laughed fully drunk after finishing almost half the bottle of vodka. Standing by the pool with the letter you wrote Daveed in your right hands, and a lighter in your left trying to burn your feelings away. Maybe it was because you were drunk off your ass, or maybe the lighter was cheap as hell. But It wouldn’t work no matter how much you flick the little rolling thingy. “Fuck can something work for me for once. DAMN IT!”

“Hey what the fuck y/n! Are you trying to burn the house down?” Rafael yelled running up to you snatching the lighter from your hands. Making you jump in surprise, him coming out of nowhere throwing you off, so much so that you slipped on a puddle of water nearby. Feeling gravity defy you, You gasped “Shit.”

But before you could even fall into the pool, you felt warm arms around you. Looking up into the eyes of the person who saved you from embarrassment. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why the guy who hated your entire existence decided to save you from humiliation. Rafael’s expression hardened. “Are you insane? What if you would’ve gotten hurt?.”

“Please, stop yelling. My head hurts, and the room is spinning.” You whined, placing your hand on your forehead trying to block any more noise, coming your way. You didn’t need someone, especially him, making you feel guilty for drinking your feelings away. Because you weren’t in the mood right now. Shoving the letter back into your purse you glared at the blonde man, 

“Leave me alone.”

“There’s no way I’m gonna leave you in this state. I mean look you can barely walk.” Rafael proclaimed pulling your arm sitting you down on a nearby bench. “Stay here.”

He walked back into the house as you sat there with a dumbfounded look not believing that he was actually trying to help you at this low point. Coming back towards you he hands you a bottle of water. “Drink this.”

Squinting your eyes at him wondering if this was a setup and if he poisoned the water. You decided to take the risk, and grabbed the water from him and mumbled a small  ‘thanks’ as you gulped down the water. Rafael nodded watching you finish the water pleased with your compliance. “You good?”

“Yes. Thanks,” you replied, playing with the top of the bottle trying to avoid any eye contact with this confusing man.

“Ain’t that’s what friends are for?” He mused, staring into your eyes with his beautiful eyes. You always thought that Rafa was a handsome man, especially with his way with words, and his wisdom was simply out of this world. And your attraction to him never fully went away, especially after your altercations. But just because you think he���s cute doesn’t mean you’ll go out with him, he’s still Rafael the guy who gave you hell. Peering up at him leaning further into the bench you replied. “Friends?”

“Yes, friends. What?” Rafael questioned eyebrows raised at your statement.

“I’m just saying I never consider you a friend, and I’m pretty sure you would say the same too.” You confessed not caring how honest you were being. Liquid courage 1, sober 0.

“Ouch.” Rafael chuckled, as he jammed his hands in his front pocket. 

“I’m serious Raf, for as long as I can remember. You couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me, and now you wanna help me. What’s your deal? Huh.” You demanded crossing your arms, glaring at him. Wanting him to stop playing games with you.

“That’s not even remotely true! I-I, look listen to me when I say this. I know pain when I see it, and it’s written all over your face. I just want to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. Okay.” Rafael answered threading a hand through his hair, his lashes fluttering. Staring deep into your soul, bringing an unfamiliar sense of comfort to you. Damn he really is serious

“Thanks, but I’m fine. And I don’t need you to check on me.” You argue, looking away from his intense stare. Rafael huffed, shaking his head in return. “Sure.”

Sitting in silence for a few minutes Rafael stood up from his seat and jerked his head in the direction of the back exit. “This party is getting pretty boring. You wanna go grab something to eat.” 

You honestly didn’t know what to make of his sudden interest in you. For the longest time, the only attention he has ever given you was to either say something rude, or correct you. This was definitely weird, yes, but you were too drunk and too hurt to care right now. Glancing up towards the house seeing Daveed with his arm around Serena. You frown, tearing your eyes away from the man who still had your heart. Standing up, throwing the water bottle by a nearby bush, you nodded. “Let’s go.”

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Peggy x Rev Set, Poly Relationship Aesthetic

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They’re Gonna Love You

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Request: “Hi I was wondering if you could write an oak imagine where hes dating an actress who likes Hamilton and is really nervous to meet the cast” - @booksandfandomsarelife1

Word Count: 1.2k

“Y/N, I promise you, that necklace is fine” Oak said, leaning on the doorway in our bathroom. Oak and I have been dating for a while and he was finally going to introduce me to the rest of the Hamilton cast. To say I was nervous was an understatement.

“But what if it doesn’t go with my outfit and then they think I’m a mess because I can’t match jewelry with my outfit” I rambled, worrying about all the ways tonight could go bad.

Before I knew it, Oak had grabbed my hands and leaned in to kiss me. We both slowly pulled away and I smiled at him. “Thank you for shutting me up” I told him. “They’re going to love you” he said, brushing my hair behind my ear.

“But do you like the necklace?” I asked him, still wanting an answer. “I love it” he said, as he took it out of my hands and clipped it around my neck.

“Alright then, I’m ready to go” I said, smiling. He grabbed my hand and we both walked out to the car. Oak had told me that we were going over to Lin’s house for a party that he was having with the rest of the cast. I had seen Hamilton opening night, but I had plans afterward so I couldn’t meet the cast then. But I followed the entire cast on Instagram so I knew what they all looked like. That way at least I didn’t have to worry about putting all their names and faces together tonight. That would be a lot of names and a lot of room for error.

Oak pulled up to the house and looked over at me. I took a deep breath and then looked over at him and met his eyes. “You’re Y/N, an incredible actress, and you are perfect. They’re going to love you” he reassured me. Oak got out and ran around to open my door. Once I got out, he gave my hand a reassuring squeeze as we walked to the door.

“You okay?” Oak asked me. I just nodded and then he knocked on the door. After just a few seconds, someone opened the door. Then I saw that Lin opened the door. “Hey Oak you made it” Lin said, smiling.

“Hey man, I’d like to introduce to my girlfriend finally. This is Y/N” Oak said, looking over at me. “Hi, it’s so nice to meet you” I said and Lin pulled me into a hug. We pulled away and then he said “It’s nice to meet the girl that locked down Oak”. We both laughed at his joke, then he invited us inside.

Maybe this night wouldn’t be so bad after all, I mean I was sure they were all super nice. So what was the worst that could happen?

Then we walked inside and I saw a lot of people and I felt my nerves kick back in. Oak grabbed my hand and brought me into the kitchen first.

I saw four men standing there. I recognized them all as Daveed, Chris, Anthony, and Leslie. Leslie was the only person in the cast that I knew already. I met him when we both went to Carnegie. “Y/N you’re here” Leslie said, looking over at us. He ran over and pulled me into a big hug. I hugged him back and said “Hey Leslie, it’s been so long, it’s good to see you”.

We pulled away and then Oak put his arm around my waist, I knew he was doing it to comfort me, just in case I got overwhelmed. “Alright, so since you and Leslie already know each other. Y/N, this Anthony, Daveed, and Chris. Gentleman, this is my stunning girlfriend” Oak said, introducing us all.

“It’s so nice to meet you all” I said, smiling. They all said something along the lines of “it’s nice to meet you too”. “I just saw your most recent movie, you killed it. You were really amazing” Daveed complimented. “Oh thank you, I saw all of you guys in Hamilton and I was speechless. I’m sure you guys get those compliments all the time though” I said, trying to make conversation.

“When you’re last movie came out, Oak kept texting our groupchat making sure we all watched it. You’ve got a good guy” Anthony said. “Yes I do” I said, smiling at Oak. “Have you met the girls yet?” Chris asked me. “No, not yet. We just got here” I told him.

“Oh, Jasmine is going to freak out. She’s a really big fan of your movies” Anthony said. “Well then, we should go and introduce them both” Oak said, excusing us from the room.

We walked back out into the main room. Oak pulled me over to a corner of the room. “Are you okay? I know it’s a lot to meet them all at once, do you need a break?” He asked me. “No I’m good, but your support means a lot” I said, leaning in and kissing him.

“Then let’s go” he said, smiling at me. We walked over to a group of three girls. I saw Pippa whisper something to Jasmine and I instantly felt paranoid. Then Jasmine turned around to see me and her eyes lit up. “Oh my god you’re Y/N. It’s so nice to meet you. I’ve been begging Oak to introduce us. I love all your work, you’re an amazing actress” Jasmine said, smiling.

“Oh that’s sweet. It’s really nice to meet you too, all of you” I said, transitioning the conversation. “Yes, it’s so nice to meet you” Pippa said. “We didn’t think Oak would ever let us meet you. He said we would embarrass him“ Renée said and we all laughed.

“Maybe he thought I would embarrass him too, I’ve seen him do some weird things in the time we’ve dated” I told them. “So we just have the guys distract Oak and then we can all trade embarrassing stories about Oak” Jasmine said, laughing.

Then someone else started to play music on some speakers. “Let’s dance” I heard Lin yell. Jasmine and Pippa grabbed my hands and pulled me towards the dance floor away from Oak. The four of us girls all started dancing with Lin’s wife, Vanessa, as well. We were all having a blast, and I was no longer worried about having to impress them.

I looked over and saw all the guys dancing together and laughed to myself. I would need to hang out with the cast more often, they all just seemed really fun to be around. Jasmine grabbed my hand and spun me in a circle. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much. Then I saw Lin, Anthony, and Oak walk over towards us. They all grabbed their respective significant others and we all kept dancing. I had my arms around Oak's neck as we danced to the fast music.

“Thank you for convincing me to come tonight” I told him, honestly. “Are you having a good time?” He asked me. “I am having the best time, they’re all so much fun” I said, smiling. “I’ll do anything just to see you smile like this” he said, leaning in and kissing me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

+×+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

" I'll take up that offer. "

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

[singtotheskiies]

Flustered

pairing: james madison x reader 

words: 3300 (wtf this one felt so short)

warnings: none, it's legitimately all fluff (that's the only thing I write anyway cri and it suCKS like honestly this isn't even my writing style idek what happened 

summary: james has the biggest crush on the reader and she never fails to leave him fumbling for words and blushing like there's no tomorrow. with a little help from his best friend Thomas, he finds that maybe his crush isn't so hopeless after all.

James Madison was shy. It was a fact everyone knew, and he personally hated it. It didn't help that his best friend, Thomas Jefferson, was undisputedly the most charismatic man to ever walk the floors of George Washington's law firm, where both of them worked. He never really knew where it originated, but he had always been fascinated with books and was inside reading while most kids his age were out playing in the streets, which eventually led to him having somewhat frail health. People weren't all that great anyway, he had thought. At least, that's why he thought until he met (Y/N) (L/N), also known as the girl of his dreams. It had all started as another day at work. He and Thomas had walked the few blocks from their apartment to Washington's law firm. The building was huge, and there were approximately five hundred employees working for Mr. Washington, who was arguably the most successful lawyer in all of New York City. The two of them shed their coats as they stepped inside, but James kept a tight hold on his scarf. "Aw, c'mon, James! Don't tell me you still have a sore throat!" Thomas teased. "No, actually. I have a head cold now," he responded, as the two made their way to the bulletin board. Washington genuinely thought that it was the best way to keep in touch with his employees, and so made it mandatory to check the board every day when an worker arrived. Some people grumbled about it, but none dared tell Washington that he was a bit outdated. Thomas's eyebrows raised as he scanned the large corkboard. "New employee," he said. "Probably replaced Esther." Esther was Washington's old secretary, who had been caught as the object of one of Washington's fits of fury. The poor woman hadn't done anything wrong, but was fired nonetheless. Another rather outdated thing that Washington always had was a staff meeting whenever a new employee came along. They consisted mostly of the newbie standing by him awkwardly while everyone watched them squirm in embarrassment. No one except James even listened to Washington's welcome speech. He mostly had it memorized by now (it was always the same, the only change being the person's name), but he wanted to make a good impression. Besides, he admired his boss's commanding presence and found it fascinating to observe. "I guess we'd better go to the meeting room, then," James said. "It starts in a few minutes." "I hope she's young," Thomas said. "And hot." "Oh my god, Thomas, is that all you can think about?" James asked wearily. "It's what matters! It wouldn't hurt you to take an interest in the opposite sex from time to time," Thomas shot back. "Well, if the opposite sex showed any interest in me, maybe I would." "You're too bookish. That's the problem," Thomas told him. "Well, I'm certainly not changing that," James said, his tone making it clear that the conversation was over. "Whatever. Let's go." ------ When they entered, most of the staff was there and Washington was deep in conversation with a young woman who looked unfamiliar, although James could only see her back. Washington looked up as they arrived. "Ah, Mr. Madison! Mr. Jefferson! So glad you could join us. Let's begin. Ladies and gentlemen, this is my new secretary, Miss (Y/N) (L/N)!" "Miss," Thomas whispered. "Shut up." But James promptly forgot everything as she turned around. She was absolutely stunning. Her beautiful features were perfectly framed by her (H/C) hair, and she was in a pretty dress that accentuated her curves in all the right places while still being modest. Somehow, she didn't seem nervous and instead looked around at everyone and smiled brightly. As her eyes neared him and Thomas, he grew increasingly more nervous, and he wet his lips with the tip of his tongue. Her gaze alighted upon him, and he knew he was a goner. Any thoughts flew away from him as she lingered on him for just a moment longer than anyone else. Her eyes widened slightly, but she gave him a sweet smile that set his cheeks burning as if touched by a million hot coals. Then she looked at Thomas next to him, and, as if freed of some invisible chain, his mind began racing. Was I looking at her weirdly? That's probably why her eyes got wider. She probably thinks I'm a creep now. Can she see me blushing? Wait. James Madison, you should be ashamed of yourself. Why do you care? You don't even know her. Ugh. I think too much. Thankfully, the meeting ended soon, and workers began filing out of the room to begin their day's work. He and Thomas headed for their adjoining offices. "Well, Jamesy, she certainly is a looker. What do you thi—why, good lord, man, you're actually sweating!" James opened his mouth defensively as he touched his forehead. Sure enough, beads of perspiration had formed on his brow. He grabbed a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and mopped it off, scowling as he went. "Someone's been blown away by the new secretary, eh!" Thomas said, elbowing his side playfully. "What!? N-no! I just, um, my scarf is probably making me overheat!" James laughed nervously as he refolded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket. "I saw you when she looked at you, James! Your face was practically glowing! But don't worry, I won't tell a soul!" And with a wink, he disappeared into his office, leaving James standing alone outside the door to his own. He was just about to enter it when he heard a voice calling to him. "Excuse me! Are you Mr. Jefferson or Mr. Madison?" He turned. (Y/N). His face was immediately warm again, just as his face had begun to cool down. "Oh, um, I'm Madison. James Madison. But you can call me James! That's what my friends call me, but then I really only have one friend. That's Thomas," he said as he motioned to Jefferson's office. "He's my best friend." He suddenly stopped short as he realized he'd been rambling. A smile had crept into (Y/N)'s face, and her eyes sparkled with suppressed laughter. "Well, it's truly a pleasure to meet you. I'm (Y/N) (L/N), but then I guess you already knew that. Mr Washington likes big meetings, doesn't he?" she asked, giggling. Her laugh was the most beautiful thing he'd ever heard. "Yeah, he really does. There's some type of meeting almost every day. He just likes to keep us informed, I guess," he said, chuckling along with her, though his own laugh sounded awkward in his ears. "That's better than not knowing anything at all," she said, her voice still tinged with a laugh. "Well, I should get to work. I hope we can talk more!" She reached out a hand and Madison took it. It was if something possessed him, something that controlled his actions, because he never would have done what he did under any circumstances whatsoever. He brought her hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. "The pleasure is all mine," he said, releasing her hand suddenly. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" he cried, as she was standing, frozen. "I wasn't too forward, was I?" She still seemed stunned. "No, it's just that—that's such a gentlemanly thing to do! I thought chivalry was a lost ideal these days. I'm glad it's not, though. Thank you." "Oh, well, I just try my best," he responded, kicking himself inwardly at the stupid answer. She smiled at him and walked down the hallway. He watched her as she turned the corner, and was only snapped out of his daze by Thomas's voice. "You've got it bad, Jamesy," he said. He'd heard the whole exchange. Madison whirled around. "I don't know w-what you're talking about!" he said. Oh no. The stuttering again. He whisked himself into the office and sat at his desk, head in his hands. What a day. And he hadn't even been here for two hours. ------ Needless to say, you were nervous about your first day at your new job. However, Mr. Washington had been kind enough to show you around the place and you knew your credits were undeniable. Still, you wanted to do well. The entire staff coming to see you was, in light terms, terrifying. However, you plastered a cheery grin on your face and waved brightly to your fellow employees. As you scanned the crowd, two men stood out above the rest—Mr. Madison and Mr. Jefferson, although you weren't sure which was which. They were taller than nearly everyone else and had an air of importance that couldn't be ignored. (Plus, they had come late. That made them stand out as well.) Your eyes lighted upon the slightly shorter one first. He was dressed in more plain attire than his friend, who sported a bright magenta suit. His short hair was cropped close and a handkerchief emerged from his breast pocket. If his clothes were somewhat unremarkable, his looks certainly weren't. He had smooth skin the color of dark chocolate and wide, handsome features. His dark eyes were already fixated upon you, and your eyes widened at the fact that he seemed to be mesmerized by you. You gave him a smile and his face practically glowed. He looked down shyly at his feet. Although you didn't want to, you tore your eyes away from him and observed his friend, who was chuckling silently at his friend's embarrassment. He was wearing, as previously noted, a magenta velvet suit. His chiseled face was framed by a wild halo of curls. He was handsome, but not as much so as his friend. Giving you a wink, he looked at his friend and back at you with a quick lift of his eyebrows. Now it was your turn to blush and look away. After the meeting was adjourned, Mr. Washington talked to you a little more about expectations and rules. "Thank you, sir," you said when he had finished. "My pleasure. Good luck, Miss (Y/N), although I hardly doubt you'll need it." "Thank you, sir." ------ You were walking back to your office when you saw the handsome man standing outside a room you assumed was his workspace. If you want to meet him, it's now or never, you thought to yourself. Walking quickly, you called, "Excuse me?" He whirled around, as if surprised to be addressed. "Are you Mr. Jefferson or Mr. Madison?" You asked him. "Oh, um, I'm Madison. James Madison." he said, and proceeded to say that you could call him James (that's what his friends called him). He then began to ramble about his friend Thomas, before stopping abruptly as he realized what he was saying. A blush spread across his cheeks and you couldn't help but give a small smile at his adorable shyness. After a few minutes of small talk, he took your hand and kissed it. You were stunned. You had always been a sucker for chivalry, and your heart melted as you watched him stammer out an apology. Although you wanted to stay and talk to him for hours, you excused yourself. You really did have a lot to do. "Talk to you later?" you asked hopefully. "Of course," he answered, and you smiled and walked away. What a day. What a guy. ------ "Jamesy, you've gotta stop mooning over her from a distance. If you wanna talk to her, you've gotta, well, go up and talk to her." Madison snapped out of his reverie. "I'm not mooning," was his eloquent reply. "You've been staring at her for the entire lunch hour," Jefferson told him, rolling his eyes. "If that's not mooning, I don't know what is." "Should I really talk to her?" James asked nervously. "I always stutter and manage to effectively kill whatever conversation we had going." "James, if you want to get to know someone, you have to physically speak to them. Now go," Thomas told him, giving him a friendly shove to the back. "Go get her." With a final (and somewhat despairing) look, Madison walked over to where (Y/N) was sitting by herself, poring over a book. Calm, James, calm, he thought to himself. Clearing his throat, he spoke a greeting. "(Y/N)!" She looked up from her book and immediately closed it with a bright smile that almost seemed to turn his world upside down. "Come and sit! I was just reading!" "What are y-you reading?" Good Lord, would his tongue never obey him? "Just a series of essays—the Federalist Papers. No one quite knows who they're by, but I think they're absolutely brilliant. Take a look at this part," she said, pointing to a passage. Madison took it. "Can I let you in on a little secret?" he said, sounding to himself like a young schoolboy. "I love secrets!" "I wrote some of these essays. I-I actually wrote that part you're looking at," he confessed, blushing furiously. She looked up at him in admiration and her eyes were so beautiful that he had to look away. When he did so, she placed a hand on his arm, forcing him to look at her. "James, you never told me you could write this well or think this deeply. I mean, I had my suspicions, but you should have told me!" He couldn't stop the stupid grin breaking over his face. "Oh, it's nothing, just a few scribblings, is all." "James Madison! These are works of genius! I mean, look at this! You should be so insanely proud of what you've done!" Her praise was creating such a giddy feeling inside him that he barely trusted himself to speak. "Hamilton wrote more than I did," he managed. "Well, I don't care. He's not you," she said. "He's not the man I work with and see every day, who's so amazing but can't see it. James, really, you've done an amazing job on these essays. You should be proud." She beamed at him and they held eye contact for what seemed like forever. His blush was so heated that he could feel himself beginning to sweat. "Th-thanks, (Y/N)," he said. "I have to get back to work now, but I enjoyed talking to you." "The same to you," she said, smiling as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "See you later?" He nodded. If she only knew how much she meant to him... ------ "Have a nice chat?" Thomas asked him as they walked back to their offices from lunch. James opened his mouth to answer, but instead began to cough, which led to him sneezing three times in a row (something that had been happening a lot lately). He whipped out his handkerchief with all the skill of an experienced professional and blew into it. "Sorry. And yes, I did. She was reading the Federalist, Thomas! I told her that I had written some of the essays and she said I was brilliant! And amazing! Although she's the one that's all those things, not me. I mean, she's so smart and talented and her eyes are just—wow. I suppose that's cliché, but she's the most amazing woman I've ever met." "Well, I should think so. I could feel the sexual tension from all the way across the room," Thomas said, rolling his eyes. "Honestly, just ask her out already. She clearly feels the same way." "Shh, keep it down!" James exclaimed. "Someone could hear. And I would ask her out if I had the courage to. Or if I think she would actually say yes." *Well, then grow a pair and—" As Thomas began to speak, a small crash came from the break room across the hall. He looked at Thomas with alarm in his eyes and the two of them raced for the door. And (Y/N) was standing there, surrounded by paper cups. The dispenser had fallen down; most likely the crash they had heard. But the thing that hit Madison and sent him reeling back a step was that she could hear every word they had been saying. His mind began racing in horror. Thomas was already helping her pick up the cups, so he swallowed hard and tried (and failed miserably) to act like nothing had gone wrong. When she thanked them and apologized for accidentally knocking the dispenser over, James couldn't meet her eyes. He'd ruined everything. ------ James managed to avoid her for a whole week. His cheeks burned whenever he saw her, and he responded to her attempts at conversation with a weak excuse of needing to finish a project for Washington. He barely left his office during the day. Thomas thought he was being needlessly stupid, but he was "going to support his best friend whether he was being a foolish coward or not." He even brought James lunch when he was feeling especially down. James appreciated his help, he really did, but nothing could make him feel better until the day everything changed. There had been a knock on his door. "Come in," he said, expecting Thomas. The door had opened to none other than (Y/N). "Can I—I want to talk to you," she said. "You've been avoiding me for the past week. I miss you." "Uh, um, sure, I guess you c-can," James said, his heart beating faster. "What's going on, James?" "Um, nothing, why would anything be wrong?" he asked, laughing nervously. She only crossed her arms and waited. "Uh, well, it's about last week..." She turned red, suddenly, and looked at the ground. "Oh, that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "You heard, didn't you?" "Yeah." "(Y/N), I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—" She looked up at him now, her eyes pooling with tears. "You didn't mean what you said. I get it. It was just another thing to joke about with a friend. I know I'm not good enough." His eyes widened. "No, no, no... I didn't mean to hurt you, or—or, y'know, make you uncomfortable. I—I meant everything I said," he responded, the last words coming out in a rush. Her eyes were still on his face, and he could sense an edge to them, something hopeful. "You really mean it?" She was a step closer. Two now. "Yes. I could—I just could never tell you." "Why not?" "I was afraid of rejection, I guess. I still am." "What if I said I felt the same way?" "I wouldn't believe you." "You should." He could smell her perfume now and she was clutching the side of his desk, only inches away. So close. "(Y/N), may I—may I kiss you?" "You don't even have to ask," she said, and her lips were finally his. They covered his softly, perfectly, and he was blown away. His eyes closed as the kiss went on, unbroken. He held her closer as she pulled away, just a fraction, for air. Then they were back at it and he never wanted it to stop. He had read of something somewhere, recalled that women liked it. He softly touched her lower lip with his tongue and she let out a sigh of pleasure and returned the gesture. He was a dying man and her lips were fresh air. ------ They pulled apart, too soon, breathing hard, her hair slightly mussed and his lips swollen slightly. "James?" "Hmm?" Everywhere was so soft, and he couldn't help but feel all of her with his lips. "Do you believe me now?" He chuckled. "I'd be in trouble if I didn't." She laughed. "You know," he said. "There's a spot on your throat, right where your voice is, that makes me want to keep promises." The mentioned spot was kissed, and he could feel her humming with delight. "I think you're mine now," he said, all shyness gone. "Well, Mr. Madison, I would have to agree." His office was occupied for quite a while. 

[cloudy-mysteries]

can u write more with oak pls 🥺🥺 maybe the reader is struggling with mental health issues and oak finds out and tries to help her?? lots of angst and comfort and a fluffy ending?? i’d cry

I Just Want To See You Happy

can u write more with oak pls 🥺🥺 maybe the reader is struggling with mental health issues and oak finds out and tries to help her?? lots of angst and comfort and a fluffy ending?? I'd cry

thank you for requesting :) I loved writing this <3

Your mental health has been a problem most of your life. Since you were a kid really. You have always struggled with it, so over the years, you got good at hiding it.

That’s what you thought. What you didn’t know was that Oak could see right through it.

The last couple of nights were the toughest you’ve had in a long time and since you were living with Oak now, he saw it all. He saw the breakdowns on the bathroom floor, you not getting out of bed, you not eating for days. He tried everything to help you, feeling so bad for you.

“Y/n, I want you to know that if I could, I would take away all your pain. You do you know that right, Baby?” he said as he was holding you in the bed. “I would make sure that you never have a frown on your face and that you know you’re loved every single day you wake up. I would, I promise.”

You just cried in his arms, hiding your face in his chest. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. Only muffled sobs.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. It’s okay,” he said, rocking you back and forth, rubbing your back.

For a while, you were great. You were happy and energetic, but one day, it just hit you. Like a train.

You felt like the world was against you and you weren’t good enough. You felt like you weren’t good enough for Oak and it broke your heart.

So when he came home from work one day to see curled up on the couch, tears stained on your red cheeks, he broke down next to you. You’ve never even seen him cry, but tonight was different. He was so vulnerable and worried about you.

“Baby, please, what can I do? Please, I just want you to be happy, please Y/n,” he said, crouched down in front of you, laying his head on your lap, crying.

“I think I need to go back to my therapist. I don’t want to, but i need to,” you said rubbing your thumb across his hand.

“I just want to see you happy, Baby.”

It’s been three months. You’ve been going to therapy, taking your medicine, taking care of yourself. You feel better and Oak is happy for you. Everyday he tells you how much you mean to him and how much he loves you.

You still have bad days, but you have more good days now. Thanks to the love of your life.

[imagine-your-way-out]

#2 | Weak In The Knees | Hercules x Reader

A/N: I’m inept at Hercules fics. Also, I have zero experience in office setting. Everything is from what I have read and I’m not sure if they’re accurate.

Warnings: None, I think. Workaholic, maybe. A slight curse or two.

It’s poorly made, I know

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If it weren’t for the deadline, you would’ve stayed at home. You knew to yourself that you were running a high fever, but you fought against it and went to work anyways.

This was a bad habit you have. You worked too much. Given from your past experiences, you really can’t blame yourself. All your life, you worked twice as hard than anyone just to make ends meet. Work was second nature to you.

“Morning, (Y/N),” a coworker greeted you as you rushed in the office.

“Morning,” you reply quickly before dashing to your desk. As quickly as humanly possible, you opened your laptop, spread your papers and went into work mode.

There were 3 more pages to go in your report and there is absolutely nothing entering your mind. Along with the agonizing headache, it feels like the world is ending.

It’s been less than an hour at work and you already needed a break.

Struggling to stand up without staggering, you headed for the snack room to get some water and aspirin. The journey was long, since you made slow steps. By the second, your headache increased exponentially. When you got to the snack room, you were more than ready to collapse.

“Out of all days I can be sick,” you muttered to yourself. You grabbed the glass off the counter and filled it with cold water. Now, where the hell was the aspirin? Right, the cupboard.

You craned your neck upwards and winced at the shooting pain in your forehead. One hand on your temple and another reaching for the box of painkillers in the cupboard, you stood on your tippy-toes. You barely touched the box when a large hand snatched it away. You whipped your head to the side and immediately regretted the action as the room started spinning.

Strong hands steadied you, saving you from falling. “Here.” The guy who took the box of aspirin and helped you to your feet handed it to you. “Thanks,” you say, glancing up at the guy. He was tall, almost a feet taller than you, since you had to crane your neck to actually see his head. His dark skin tone made him handsomer than he already is. Deep brown eyes, cropped black hair. Incredibly hot.

For a second you forgot your headache and fever, staring at the Greek god before you.

“I’m Hercules. Hercules Mulligan.” He reached out his hand towards you, smiling. It took you a moment to realize he was introducing himself. “(Y/N) (L/N),” you replied dazedly, shaking his hand. Damn it fever, making me an idiot, you think to yourself, a blush forming in your already flushed face.

Your sickness, probably reminding you of its presence, decided to act up at that moment and made your entire body weak. With that, your legs gave out and sent you crashing on the floor. Thank goodness Hercules’ hand still held yours in mid-shake, catching you in the process of your fall.

“This is the first time I actually made someone weak in the knees with my charm,” Hercules joked. You weakly smiled back, feeling lightheaded at the almost-crash.

“Oh, right.” His eyes widened realization. “You’re probably sick, since you’ve been looking pale. And holy crap, you’re burning up!” He placed his hand to your forehead, which made you flush even more. “You shouldn’t have gone to work, (Y/N),” he admonished.

“I have to,” you huff, “I have a deadline to meet.” He looked at you disbelievingly. Hercules began to open his mouth to admonish you again, but was interrupted by the opening of the door.

“What the hell, Herc?” You hear someone say. “This morning turns weirder and weirder.”

Hercules steadily brought you to your knees and to a chair. Finally, you got the chance to drink the painkiller. Now you patiently waited for the effects to kick in.

“Sorry for interrupting your morning, Alex,” Hercules apologized. Alexander waved it away.

“Nah, that’s alright. Just need some coffee. Busy with Mr. Washington’s documents.” Alex maneuvered around the snack room and casually made a cup of coffee. The room went into awkward silence, only the sound of the coffee machine filling the place.

As Alex set his cup down the table, he came to acknowledge your presence. “Hey, Alexander Hamilton.” He offered his hand out.

“ (Y/N) (L/N),” you reply, shaking his hand.

“Are you okay? You kinda look sickly,” he asks. You were about to answer that you were starting to feel well when Hercules intervened.

“Actually,” Hercules started, “(Y/N)’s sick today and she can’t work. Can you ask Mr. Washington to give her an extension?” You form a protest in you lips but Alex already answered, “Sure I can. I’ll tell him when I meet him later.”

“I’m feeling fine now, actually,” you interrupt. “I don’t think that would be necessary.”

“It’s no trouble at all, (Y/N),” Alex assured. “You know, you should also get a day-off today. Looks like you need it.” Hercules gave a little gasp.

“Is this true? Hamilton is telling someone to take a break? Hypocrital.” Alex mockingly glared at the burly man. “But seriously, you should take a break, (Y/N).” You seem to consider it for a second. A day couldn’t hurt.

“Okay then.”

It feels slightly regrettable as you pack up your things in preparation to go home. You already felt better, the headache was gone but the wooziness and the weak feeling wasn’t entirely gone though.

With a sigh, you slowly made your way out of the office. Completely opposite to what you did a few hours ago.

“(Y/N)!” Someone called out as you step out of the building. You turn to the voice and saw Hercules running up to you.

“Hello, Hercules.” You smile serenely at the man. “What is it?”

“I’m accompanying you,” he said.

“Pardon?” You blink in confusion.

“Well, someone’s gotta take care of you, right?” He flashed you a smile that made your knees (figuratively) go weak.

“Thanks, but I can manage,” you decline. “Besides, we just met.”

“But I want to,” he said stubbornly. “And I like you.” The sudden declaration threw you off-guard.

“You do?” You ask, dumbfounded.

“Yeah, and you probably like me back. If your legs buckling at my smile is a sign.” You roll your eyes at his cockiness.

“I was a sick,” you defend weakly. “But, kinda, yeah, maybe I like you too.” You shrug nonchalantly. Hercules’ smile widened at what you said.

“See? I’ve got charm for making you weak in the knees. Now come on, I’ll drive you to your place.”

[hamilton4laurens]

Coffee, Beanies & a Confession

Pairing: Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

AN: I’m actually going to edit my stuff from now on lol.

Summary: You and Oak go out after the show to a café as snow continues to fall.

Words: 1357

Warning: Fluff; protective Oak; minimal swearing

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“Holy shit it’s freezing out here!” You exclaimed, shoving your hands in your coats pockets. It was the middle of January the temperature dropping in the 20′s with snow littering the ground. Oak looked up at the night sky putting his own hands into his pockets.The two of you just exited Richard Rogers theater together.

“Well the café is just down the street.” Oak pointed out to you.

“But it’s going to take us forever when we’re walking in 5 inches of snow!” You tell him as you already felt your face growing tense from the cold. Taking your hands from your pockets you covered your ears. “I can’t believe I left my hat at home.” You grumbled to yourself, rubbing your hands against your ears in an attempt to warm them up. Oak looked over at you and smirked, reaching up he pulled his beanie off his head and held it out to you.

“Take it, you need it more than me.” He insisted.

“Are you sure?” You asked, hesitantly taking it into your hands. Without using words he just nodded at you. Putting it on your head it slid down covering your eyes. Oak watched in amusement as you huffed in annoyance before stepping in, in front of you, he rolled the beanie up so it fitted your head better. You felt the heat creep up your cheeks but you highly doubted Oak would have noticed, due to your face already being red from the cold.

“Thank you.” You mumbled in embarrassment as he nodded in response before the two of you continued your way down the sidewalk.

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The warmth of the cafe engulfed you once you stepped through the door. Closing your eyes you took one big swift of the place. The smell of coffee calming you. Anxiously you walked up to the counter, eager to get your hands on a cup.

Oak stepped up behind you, watching you order yourself some coffee and a bagel with cream cheese. The corners of his mouth turned upwards without him even realizing it, until you turned around and looked up at him, coffee and bagel in hand.

“Is it my turn or your turn to pay?” You had asked him. He seemingly snapped out of his daze.

“U-Um, it’s my turn.” You nodded, stepping aside as he stepped up and ordered himself a decaf-coffee and a chocolate chip muffin.

After paying for both his and your coffee and food the two of you walked together to a table by the window. You took the seat closer to the wall as Oak took the seat opposite.

You dug right into your bagel. Oak sat there watching in amusement as he took a sip of his coffee, catching him staring your eyebrow raised. Swallowing the food in your mouth you set your bagel down on the napkin you used as a plate.

“Is there a particular reason why you’re staring Oaktree?” He gave you an annoyed look. You knew how much he hated that nickname.

“Nah, I just like to look at beautiful things.” He stated, his confidence growing, especially after he watched your drained cheeks burn a brighter shade of pink.

“I-I mean I guess but a picture lasts longer.” You tried sounding nonchalant but you knew you failed due to how warm your face felt.

Oak not knowing what to say took another sip of his drink, looking down at his uneaten muffin. His confidence slowly diminishing as the awkward tension built up between the two of you. He cursed himself for not knowing what to say but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you, that would be mortifying for him.

You jumped suddenly as your phone vibrated inside your pocket. Looking downwards, you dug your phone out of your pocket. A picture of Jasmine covered your screen. You smiled lightly sliding the green phone to the side thus answering it.

“Jazzy I saw you literally like what? 20? 30 minutes ago? Miss me already?” You asked. Oak chuckled. “Jazzy you know I’m only teasing.” You then said. Oak can hear Jasmines muffled voice on the phone as you talked to her. He didn’t know what she was saying but whatever it was made your face go beet red. And with you responding with a ‘shut up’ made him curious.

After you got off the phone your face was still pink.

“Is everything okay?” Oak asked you. You chuckled nervously.

“Um well…” You began, scratching the back of your neck. Fanning yourself a bit you took your coat off. “It’s getting pretty warm in here.” You commented. Looking at you, you couldn’t meet his eyes, your hands fidgeting with your phone which you were holding on the table.

Oak was getting worried, you looked like you were going to faint. Reaching over he grabbed your hands gently, stopping them from fidgeting. His hands basically engulfed yours because of how big they were compared to your much smaller ones.

“Y/N you know you can tell me.” He told you sincerely. A sigh left your lips, knowing he was right, but you knew you had to say it, no backing out now.

“I know I can it’s just, you know how nervous I get about talking about my feelings and everything.” You stated, he nodded in understanding but also for you to continue. Sighing again you moved your hands so you held Oak’s. “Oak I-” You were cut off by Oak’s phone going off.

Oak gave you an apologetic look as he let go of your hands to take his phone out. Once he looked at it he pressed decline alone with putting his phone on silent. Placing it back in his pocket he turned his attention back to you, who was drinking the rest of their coffee.

“You may continue.” You nodded, setting down your now empty coffee cup. Looking out at the snowy street you took a deep breath, to calm your nerves. It seemingly worked for the moment.

“I like you.” You blurted out. The silence was deafening for you. The only noise was the sound of the cashier tapping away on their phone with earbuds in. You dared to look at him. He just sat there staring at you, his eyes looked like they could pop out of his head from how wide they were.

You regretted it. You shouldn’t of listened to Jasmine when she told you to tell him of your feelings.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, grabbing your coat you rushed out of the warmth of the café and out into the cold. Tears stung your eyes as you quickened your pace down the snowy sidewalk while putting your coat on.

“Y/N wait!” Oak shouted, running after you. Your feet acted before your mind did as you halted in the middle of the sidewalk. Reaching up you wiped away the tears that threatened to spill. The crunch of snow behind you came closer before they stopped all together. Turning your head, Oak stood there slightly out of breath. You saw his breath in the winter air. A flicker of hope sparked inside of you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to say that at all. “ You frowned, your hope starting to diminish. “Daveed had been nagging me the past three weeks to ask you out but I didn’t want to ruin what I had with you, so I never asked and I never would’ve thought that you would feel the same that I do for you.” Oak went on to explain.

That frown slowly crept into a smile.

“You mean you-”

“Like you? Hell yes!” He stated. You ran forward and hugged him excitedly. Oak laughed hugging you back. Your faced was smushed into his chest but you didn’t mind. You looked up at him your chin against his chest. He smiled down at you. Going on your tippy toes you gently placed a kiss on his cheek.

“I like you.”

“I really like you too.” Oak says, placing a kiss on your slightly chapped lips, he didn’t seem to mind though.

[desperatepenguin722]

Late Nights (Part One)

Pairing: Oak x Reader

Request: “I love Oak so much so can I request some Oak x reader. Also if its not a bother can it be really fluffy?”

Warning: Anxiety, Brief description of an anxiety attack

A/N: So this is my first Oak fic and I hope y’all like it. Also, it’s not mentioned but in this the reader is an ensemble member. Enjoy!

You rolled over, groaning in frustration. With a sigh, you fumbled around next to you on the bed for your phone, clicking the home button. You squinted at the sudden flash of light, reading the time.

2:46am

Your heart sped up even more, an invisible weight pushing down harder on your chest. Telling yourself to breath, you sat up, hugging your knees to your chest, clenching your sweaty fists. Your head was a hurricane of thoughts and scenarios, most of them irrational. All of them more vivid than the last. None of your usual tricks were working tonight, not counting backwards, not listening to music, not reading, nothing. You needed a distraction- and fast.

You hoped something dramatic was happening on Twitter as you unlocked your phone and tapped the small blue bird. Your usual homepage of tweets from other members of the cast and ensemble, Lin’s usual goodnight text from a couple of hours ago one of the most recent. You refreshed the page, hoping, praying, soemone was up and posting. Your prayers had been answered it seemed, as a new tweet loaded in.

The Incredible Oak @OakSmash - 2:49

I can’t decide who would’ve used the “Cash Me Ousside How Bout Dat?” meme more, Hamilton or Jefferson? #TheElectionOfMemeteinHundred

You chuckled, despite the paralyzing fear creeping through your chest and up your throat, strangling out the end of your short laugh. You try to swallow past in, typing a subtweet with shakey hands.

@OakSmash Obviously the answer is Hercules. Catch up Oak.

Not even a full minute later, your phone buzzed with not a subtweet, but a new text.

From- ArtichOAK: Okay fair point, but why in God’s name are you up this late? Or early I should say.

You bit your lip, unsure of how to answer. Sure, you’d been friends with Oak for a couple of months now, but telling people about your anxiety was never a fun process. The only cast memeber that knew was Lin, and that only came about when you’d had an attack during your first night of rehearsals. Lin was so undestanding, dismissing all fears that he’d kick you out of the show for it. You’d also sworn him to secrecy. Nobody else needed to know.

To- ArtichOAK: I could ask you the same thing, Mr.Meme King.

From- ArtichOAK: Ah, mystery girl eh? Well I’ll have you know, I’m an excellent guesser. I once solved a case in a Nancy Drew book, 30 pages before it ended.

Some of the strangling fear dissapated as you let out a small laugh, quickly typing your response.

To- ArtichOAK: Oh my gosh wow, looks like I won’t be able to hide anything from you. I should just expose all my secrets now!

From- ArtichOAK: Oh, please do. But another time, don’t think I didn’t notice you avoided the question (Y/N).

Dammit. Your bottom lip was getting more swollen by the minute as you nervously chewed. You’d learned to avoid questions pretty well, switching topics as quick as the cast had to change between numbers. But Oak, you had learned, was different. Unlike others, he took careful notice of when you swayed the subject or were trying to hide something. The thought of him paying such careful attention to you, you being under his hypnotizing gaze caused a hot blush to spread across your cheeks. Shaking yourself out of these thoughts, you decided to take a leap of courage and tell him the truth. He’d find out anyway.

To- ArtichOAK: Fine. I have an anxiety disorder and get really bad attacks sometimes. They usually keep me up most of the night. 

As soon as you hit ‘send’, a new wave of geniune fear took hold. 

He’s going to laugh at you.

He’ll think you’re a freak.

He’s not going to believe you.

Say goodbye to any chance with him, ever. No one wants the broken one.

Your heart jackhammered in your chest, trying to break free. A minute passed. Two minutes. Three minutes.

You locked your phone and placed it facedown next to you, heart sinking. Of course he’d leave. Who’d want to have to deal with that? You didn’t even want to deal with it. Crushing thoughts and feeling of rejection pounded you, making your hands shake even worse than before. So much for your distraction.

 Just then, your laptop which sat at the end of your bed starting pinging with the sound of an incoming Skype call.

Curious, you broke from your ball of shame and crawled over to it, picking it up and clicking on your bed-side lamp. You quickly opened it, eyes widening.

Incoming Video Call From Oak