#yes I’m dramatic in that last paragraph but just let me have my theatre kid moment I Have Earned It

[randum-famdoms]

Actually important life update

(If you read my fic then this is relevant to you)

So uh. Remember how I got in a car accident?

Well my car was worth ~10k. Repairs are looking around 15-17k. So insurance won’t pay for it. And I just found that out like five minutes ago.

So now I need to get a new fucking car.

I loved that car. It was a 2015 midnight blue all wheel drive mini cooper with an actually good sized back seat that you didn’t need to climb over the front seat to get into and it handled snow AMAZING and it drove so damn well. I fucking loved that car. It was my baby, and a birthday gift from my dad.

And now because of some damage that my parents and I thought would be simple to fix, it’s gonna be fucking smashed up and thrown into a junkyard and I can’t do shit about it.

So now I gotta find a new one and probably fight the fucking insurance company over compensation and being paid in a timely manner, and maybe fight the dealership to get a free rental if I can’t find a replacement before school starts on the 21st, because they promise to give you a free car for two weeks while yours is being repaired and while mine isn’t being repaired it’s still fucking sitting on their property.

Basically what I’m saying is that the time I was gonna use to write the next chapter is probably gonna go towards this fucking bullshit instead. So yeah.

Next chapter is hopefully out when I planned, but… *sigh*

Is this my karma for daring to become an author on ao3???? Have I not paid the curse enough blood sweat and tears???? Is my sanity not properly satisfying for the demonic gods???? Did they need to steal my main source of transport to education and therapy and livelihood and work too???? Is my pain so amusing that you endlessly strive to multiply mine????? Must I beg? Need I pray? An explanation is deserved yet I fear I may never find one, I dread that however much I earn it I shall nevertheless be found wanting, forever waiting for mercy only to die cold and alone and bereft of peace, all for the crime of desiring to share my interests on the site known in hell as archive of our own.

[alexanderhamllton]

Piece of Heaven [Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader]

[write-a-thon tag]

Summary: Oak helps you with your maid of honor speech for your best friend’s wedding.

Word Count: 2,426

Warnings: None, this is pure fluff y’all

A/N: “Ren, are you posting this a day earlier because you got a block for all the other days atm?” The answer is yes, BUT, I promise I’ll try to make up for it in the following week,I have ideas, just didn’t have any inspiration to write them yet besides this one. Oak was always one of my favorites and it makes me so happy that I got to write for him again, I hope you like it!

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“And in closing, congratulations on finding someone who you think you can put up with for the rest of your life.” Your arms fell to your sides as you finished reading your notes.

“This is going to be the worst Maid of Honor speech in the history of the written word.”

“I know,” you agreed, leaning against Oak’s dressing room vanity in defeat as he tried to hold a smile. “I just- I hate this. I hate that she’s getting married! She’s my best friend and he’s just an asshole and they have nothing figured out and-”

“Are you sure you’re not just trying to use this wedding as an excuse for your mid-life crisis?” He joked, getting an eye roll in response.

“I’m not even thirty, Oak. I’m nowhere close to the age of a mid-life crisis.” You slowly walked over to the couch where he was sitting, falling by his side and placing your legs over his lap. “You’re one of my best friends, Oak, please tell me you know how to fix this.”

“Not really, no.” He said, squeezing your knee before holding your legs so he could get up and start getting ready for the show. “I know you have to start rewriting this thing. It’s awful.”

You threw your head back, slowly closing your eyes as you tried to put your thoughts together. Was the speech really that negative? As you opened your eyes and looked over your notes, you had to admit Oak was right: it was indeed, awful. “Help me!”

“What? No way,” he grabbed a water bottle before turning to you again. “You have been friends with Addie since… Forever. If you can’t write this, no one can.”

“Bullshit, I have no way with words and you have done spoken word in high school.” You got up, and started to walk towards him with the best puppy eyes you could possibly make. “Please, Okieriete, you’re the only one I trust with this.”  

“I hate when you get my name right,” he replied, rolling his eyes as a smile appeared on his face. “Fine, but you owe me.”

“Ahh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You wrapped your arms around Oak’s neck, feeling his arms around you as he chuckled. “My place, after the show?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you there.” You nodded before grabbing your purse and heading out of the Richard Rodgers, feeling the winter breeze against your face and the weight of the maid of honor commitment getting a little lighter. There was still a huge list of things to do before the wedding that weekend, but at least you’d get someone’s help with one of them.

The rest of the day was a blur after meeting Oak at the theatre: You went to over six stores trying to find all the things Addie wanted at her bachelor party, trying out the dress she asked you to wear and calling the caterers and the flower company. You came back to your apartment with your arms sore from all the bags, tired both mentally and physically.

You were still lying down in your bed, without even changing clothes, when your intercom buzzed. You got up groaning and allowed Oak to enter the building, your head falling against his chest the moment he appeared at your door. “You look like crap.”

“Thanks, you too.” You snapped before letting him in. “How was the show?”

“Same as always, Diggs almost fell into the pit during his slide in Reynolds Pamphlet, pretty funny,” he replied, dropping his backpack by the floor before sitting in your couch.

“One day it will happen, and you’ll get me footage of it.” His laugh echoed in the living room and you smiled, heading to the kitchen to a mug full of coffee. “One cream, two sugars. Just how you like it.”

“Thanks.” He sipped the drink before placing it on the coffee table, and you remembered how he can’t drink it when it’s too hot. “So, how's the speech going?”

“I didn't even had time to think about it, I just got home. But,” you said, running to you purse and getting the handwritten notes you red to him earlier, “what about you read this while I take the quickest shower ever and then we can rewrite it?”

“Okay, just… Hurry. I wanna go home and sleep.” Oak took the notes, his eyes widening as he went through your rushed handwriting. “How am I supposed to understand this?”

“You can read Lin’s notes, you can read my notes. I’ll be right back.” You replied, running to your bedroom and the bathroom right after that. Not even fifteen minutes later, you were back in the living room wearing your pajamas and with a towel on your head and another mug of coffee, this time for yourself.

“So, I read it and…” Oak started once he saw you, choosing his words carefully. “It’s not bad, technically speaking. You’re not a bad writer but… You sound frustrated.”

“How can I be frustrated?” You said, sitting next to him with your legs crossed. “My best friend of over 15 years is getting married to a guy she loves and I’m here, single and… Okay, I think I get where you’re coming from. But I’m happy for her, I swear!”

“I’m not doubting that, relax. Is just that… You can make it sweeter. It’s her day, shower her with compliments and leave your complaining for me, okay?” You nodded, rolling your eyes as he flashed you a smile. “Now, where’s your laptop? I can’t work with your handwriting.”

Once you handed your laptop to Oak with a blank document opened, he started typing. He would ask you questions about your friendship whenever he needed to complete his line of thought, also asking for details on a childhood memory of the both of you, using that as the key paragraph before a sappy ending while you walked around the house brushing your hair and getting some snacks for the both of you. Before you knew it, he stopped typing; you couldn’t say you weren’t mesmerized by how fast that was. At least not until you noticed the clock in the bottom right of the screen.

“Shit, Oak… It’s almost one in the morning.” You commented, your head resting against his arm as he finished checking for grammar mistakes and misspelled words. “Are we done?”

“I am done, you have to read this and say it in front of the mirror until it looks like you mean it.” He glared at you as you looked up to him rolling your eyes. “No eye rolls this time, I’m serious. Addie is pretty cool and deserves your effort, okay?”

“Okay,” you said, getting up slowly as Oak cracked his knuckles. You took the now empty mugs to the kitchen when an idea struck you. “Hey, Oak?”

“Yes, [Y/N]?”

“Do you wanna go with me?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen’s door frame.

“To sleep? I think we are not in that level in our relationship yet,” he joked, grabbing his backpack from the floor.

“No, dumbass! To the wedding, I could use a friend besides the bride.” He stared at you for a few seconds and you forced a fake smile, trying to make him laugh. “Please?”

“I guess I wouldn’t like to miss your speech.” Oak answered, shrugging. “I’ll see if I can take my day off from the show on saturday instead of tuesday.”

“You’re the best, did you know that?” You asked.

“Yes, yes I know.”

You were all over the place. Still a bit hungover from the bachelor party, you were following Addie the whole day while she prepped herself to the wedding. You were the maid of honor, afterall.

“I still can’t believe I’m getting married!” Addie squealed, making the hairstylist stop his work for what appeared like the millionth time that afternoon.

“I can, you’re making me wear a long dress and give a speech in front of an unknown crowd,” you commented, sipping on the champagne glass that clearly wasn’t there for you.

“Don’t be so dramatic, [Y/N], you’ve known my family for years.”

“Yeah, but not your friends, or coworkers, or the whole other half of the guestlist,” you commented, finishing the glass and getting up from the comfortable couch and walking towards your best friend, looking at her eyes through the mirror. “I’m happy for you, Addie.”

“Thanks,” she smiled. “We’ve come so far, haven’t we?” “Well, you have. Steady job, a husband, a dog and before you know it you’ll be having kids.”

“[Y/N], you have the steady job and… And a cat, I know you’re not a dog person. Also Oak! He’s nice and-”

“Wait, what does Oak has to do with this?” you interrupted, confused.

“Isn’t he your boyfriend?” Addie asked. “I mean, you guys are together all the time, you even added him to the guest list last minute.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to discover where that idea came from. ”No, we are just friends, that’s all...”

“I mean, he is boyfriend material [Y/N], you should really consider.”

“Can we just not talk about it today? This is your day.”

“Okay...” Addie’s eyebrows raised as she decided to leave the subject alone. You texted her family a few times until the ceremony, making sure everything was okay. When it was time, you both headed to the church.

As you arrived you found Oak in the crowd of people waiting outside the church to get in. After quickly talking to the groom’s parents, they helped you by asking everyone to take their seats while you talked to Oak.

“You made it!” His jaw dropped for a few seconds before you were in his personal space, hugging him like you always did. “Let me just say you clean up pretty nicely.”

“Thanks, you too.” He said, his hand instinctively not letting go of your waist for a moment before he noticed and hid it in his pocket. “I’ll go in, you can-” he asked, pointing to the car where Addie was waiting to hop off.

“Yeah, I’ll find you after the ceremony,” you said, walking towards the car once Oak entered the church.

The whole ceremony was tiring. Beautiful, but physically draining: your feet would be screaming if they could, and the only thing keeping you from sleeping was glancing at Oak every once in awhile, holding your laugh as he pretended to sleep for a few seconds during the priest’s speech. Once the ceremony was over, and the now married couple walked out the church, you met with him outside.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you cry there,” you teased, noticing the confused look on his eyes.

“But I, I didn’t-”

“I’m joking. It was sweet though, wasn’t it?” You said, slapping him playfully in the arm as you walked towards his car to go to the reception.

“Yeah, I can do better,” he shrugged.

“I bet you can,” you replied, rolling your eyes.

As the moment of your speech began to approach, you started to feel like you’d pass out. You had to sit at the main table with the bride and groom at least until you gave your speech, leaving Oak only a few tables away with a bunch of strangers.

You really didn’t think this plan though.

“It’s your time,” Addie whispered. You got your speech from your clutch, opening the folded paper before getting up and hitting the crystal glass with a knife.

“Excuse me? Excuse me guys, I would like to say a few words about this couple right here, especially the bride, my best friend, Addie.” And so you began half-reading, half-reciting from memory the whole page Oak wrote about you and Addie: how fortunate you were to have her in your life even in the darkest moments and how lucky you felt to be in such a important moment of her life. “Finally, I just wanna say congratulations on finding someone that recognizes how amazing and irreplaceable you are, Ads. I love you.”

The guests erupted in applause and you looked directly at Oak, that had a proud smirk on his face as he clapped to you. A few minutes later you were finally released from your maid of honor duties, being able to go talk to Oak. “So, how did I do?”

“Better than I expected,” he admitted. You smiled and made a head motion to the balcony, getting a nod in response before he followed you there. The cold breeze was a bit hard on you, making you shiver, but Oak promptly took off his blazer and placed them on your shoulders. The balcony was stunning, something you and Addie considered when you helped her pick the place. Decorated with fairy lights and park benches, it looked like a small piece of heaven when contrasted with the lights and concrete of New York. “So...”

“So… Thanks for coming,” you smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m trying to be grateful here, for once, okay? Let me have this, weddings make me emotional.” He laughed before nodding for you to continue. “I’ve been thinking about... A lot of thing since this whole maid of honor thing happened, and I went through so much stress, but you were always there for me when I needed, you were a constant that I am really grateful for having.”

“Are you declaring your love for me, [Y/N]?” He teased, unsure of how to react.

“I don’t know... would I regret if I were?”

“I really doubt that,” he replied, his voice almost a whisper as he took one step closer to you, being now close enough to touch.

“Then I am,” you whispered, his lips turning into a smirk before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a kiss. It was sweet, it was collected, as if he was afraid you’d fade right there in front of him.

But you did the opposite, your hands finding their so familiar place in the back of his neck, now not pulling him into a hug but into a deeper kiss. The world was just you, Oak and the piece of heaven in the middle of the concrete jungle. As you both stopped to catch a breath, he whispered, “Just to clarify, you did write this speech, right?”

“Don’t ruin the moment,” you replied, making him laugh before pulling you back into the kiss.