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Hi guys! I’ve been so so far behind on updating this page. My goal is to have a new chapter up by the end of this month, work permitting!

I’m back in the big city. Made the big move! Working tons of jobs to pay the rent. Miss you all and sending love!

How is everyone? ❤️❤️❤️

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Chapter 6 Part 3: Daveed Diggs x Reader

There is smut in this one so tread carefully! Xoxo

You felt the familiar racing in your heart as you reached out to push the door open the rest of the way. You thought you had strength, but the sheer anticipation of this quote on quote “quickie” made your arms limp and your legs weak. 

“We gon’ be ALRIGHT...” Kendrick Lamar’s soothing, sexy voice playing over Daveed’s speakers brought confidence throughout your entire body and you entered with your eyes on the prize. Get that bread, get that head, then leave, as the kids say. 

Daveed’s dressing room was dark, lit by one red lava lamp he had gotten from a Hamilfan at the stage door, a salt lamp, and a giant candle in which you couldn’t make out the brand due to the dim lighting but the smell was intoxicating: vanilla and jasmine. This man had taste. He liked his dressing room on the cool side. You could feel your nipples hardening through your sports bra as your heart rate began to climb. He walked closer towards you and grabbed your left wrist pulling you just close enough that you could hear him over the music. 

Damn he looked good.

“Hey beautiful.” Daveed said, just above a whisper. 

His gravely voice sent shivers down your spine. The red light of the lava lamp lit the right side of Daveed’s torso, showcasing his 6-pack, defined obliques, and the popping veins up and down his right arm. You were mesmerized. You began to breathe quicker. He took his hand and placed it right under your chin to ensure you were making direct eye contact. 

“Hey handso-” Daveed cut you off by planting a sweet, slow, tender kiss on your lips, lightly sucking at your bottom lip before pulling away, gazing right back into your (your eye color) eyes. You let out a soft moan. Your knees buckled. Before you could even finish your sentence, Daveed turned you to face the mirrors at his dressing station. The view of him standing behind you grabbing your waist firmly with his large, strong hands was an image you’d have to save for later. It reminded you of the first time you were alone in the bathroom of the penthouse party.

“Look at how sexy you are, Y/N… Looking sexy as fuck even after you danced your ass off.” His hands began to rub up and down your sides. “And your fucking body… drives me wild.” 

His peering gaze looking you up and down turned you on. You were never that confident in the way you looked, but now you essentially had the most confidence you’ve ever had. He leaned his head down to suck lightly on your neck quickly. It was like the curve of his hands fit perfectly around the crevices of your waist.

You couldn’t even think of the words to say and just blurted out,

“You’re so fucking hot.” 

You instantly turned around to grab his face to pull him in to an instant, intense makeout. 

“Shit…” Daveed whispered quickly under his breath as he tore your sweatshirt off above your head revealing your sports bra. You saw your own rib cage expand and collapse as your breath quickened with the speed of things. 

He fondled your breasts with his hands and forcefully wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you as close as possible. The pulsing in your core was unbearable. You needed him. Now.

“Please, Daveed, please….” You said as you groped his cock through his briefs. You used your free hand to begin shifting to pull down your leggings. You were eager and didn’t care. You were slightly nervous due to the time constraint, but with Diggs, you felt free. 

“Please what, Y/N?” Daveed asked through a smile, knowing he wanted to hear you purr commands back at him. 

“Just fuck me!” You said a little too loud, but were sure the music blaring would cover it up. 

Daveed let go of you and ripped off your leggings and underwear so you were sitting bottomless on his dressing room table. He pulled his boxers down so they were only around his ankles. There was no time for him to step out of them. He grabbed his cock in his hand and stroked it a couple of times to get himself fully ready for you as he continued to kiss you. You looked down to see the veins on his cock throbbing with pleasure, waiting to enter you. You were dripping. You scooted right to the edge of the table that lined up perfectly with his waist. 

Without hesitation, he placed his cock right by your opening, rubbing it up and down on your slit a few times just to be sure you were wet enough to enter. 

Shit that felt good. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so wet for me. So fucking tight…”

Your eyes rolled back as he glided right into you, bottoming out almost immediately. You were proud of yourself for taking him so quickly, but weren’t that surprised since you were hungry for him since he last came with you. He groaned loudly as he began to find his rhythm. You began to grind your hips out of eagerness. He had already begun to sweat.

Sweaty, and animalistic, Daveed picked you up and began fucking you standing. Was this real life? You’d only seen this in movies and porn scenes and it was finally an actual occurrence. First Daveed started slow and then began thrusting at a quick pace once you found your groove. You clung onto him with the strength of your inner thighs even though you were sore from running the act. Feeling his back muscles as he railed you was euphoric.

And then you felt it. The blood was rushing. The build up.

“Holy shit Diggs... I’m gonna cum…”

Hearing that drove him insane. Without warning, he slammed you against the back of the door and began pounding you into oblivion. Moans and words began coming out of your mouth without even trying. You couldn’t even make out what you were saying or where you were anymore for that matter. Daveed cupped a hand over your mouth to muffle you. He quickly placed you on a comfortable rug on the floor and entered you again, picking back up to speed. The transitions between positions were seamless and organic. As a dancer, you appreciated this most of all.

Just above a whisper, buried in your neck, Daveed instructed, 

“Cum for me baby. Cum. Moan as loud as you want. Let em know. Let em fuckin know how good it feels.” 

Daveed’s hand was covering your mouth. The vibrations of your moans on his palm made him wild. He stroked his thumb on your lips and you couldn’t help but suck on it while moaning, looking him directly in his eyes, your lids hooded. He felt your walls begin to tighten. He hovered over you as he continued thrusting on top of you. 

“Let em fuckin know.” He struggled to moan out, beginning to lose touch of reality, focusing on his end goal. 

Your walls squeezed around him as your legs began to shake reaching your climax. Your eyes instantly closed as you began clenching your walls over and over around Diggs’ pulsating cock. It took him over the edge.

“You’re gonna make me cum… you’re making me cum… fu-” Daveed moaned. As you rode out the waves of your orgasm, Daveed spilled into you.

You sighed loudly along with him and smiled. He gave you a final, slow kiss on the lips and then one on the forehead. 

Quickly, he pulled out and grabbed a tissue on his dressing table to clean himself up as you quickly ran to his bathroom to get dressed and pee. 

“And we’re back! FULL CAST TO THE STAGE PLEASE, FULL CAST TO THE STAGE.” 

The sound of the intercom announcement gave you so much adrenaline to pick up the pace and get the HELL out of his dressing room. You emerged from the bathroom. 

“Perfect timing, huh?” Your flirtatiously said to Diggs as you quickly did a double check in the mirror. 

Diggs looked back at you and winked as he threw his hoodie back on. 

“Yeee!” He shouted as he opened the door and blew out the candle and turned off his music. You both left his dressing room and saw Oak pass. The three of you started hysterically laughing. 

“...nice sweats, Diggs.” Oak said to Daveed. Diggs looked down and realized his sweats were inside out. 

“Oak... I swear to fuckin...” Diggs said as he began chasing Oak down the stairs quickly laughing.

“AHHH!” Oak playfully screamed as he pretended to be terrified, running away from Diggs hoping he wouldn’t out the two of you. “Y/N’S THE DAMN FOOL THAT SHOT YOU.”

Of fucking course... This was going way better than you ever imagined.

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Thank you ALL!

Thank you all for the kind, kind messages about my last post. I appreciate you all letting me take the time to heal on my own and away from writing for a few weeks. I am not fully healed, but am getting better every day. Although my goal was to get this last part of Ch 6 posted by a few days ago, I’m excited to say that I will be posting the finished draft tomorrow at 6pm! 

A little Thanksgiving treat from me to you. It’s a steamy one! 

Xoxoxoxoxo stay safe :)

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Hi everyone! I hope you all can understand, but my heartbreak is really taking a toll on me and my mental health. Breakups SUCK, especially when they’re with the person you thought you’d marry after several heartbreaks in the past. 

I’m going to have to change the release date of part 3 of this next chapter to November 22nd. I’m so sorry! Hope you can understand.

Love you all! Peace, love, Daveed 4eva. 

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GIRL IF U DONT UPDATE THIS SHIT JAJFJWJFE UTS SO GOOD

Hahaha thank you!!! My goal date for the part 3 upload is November 15th xoxo

Thanks for being patient! Still struggling through this damn breakup. All your sweet messages bring smiles to my face in the darkest times!

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader Chapter 6 Part 2

The familiar sound of Alexander Hamilton blares through your phone speakers waking you from your deep, restful sleep. You reach over to snooze it but are almost too excited to continue rehearsals to even close your eyes again. It’s 7:30am. Monday. It’s finally here. The day you would rehearse for your dream show in front of your dream cast. The sunlight peeks through your window, shining warm, bright light on your cheeks, filling your soul with positive energy for the day. You reach over to your nightstand to flip through your script to make sure you’re able to nail all of the alto harmonies in front of the whole cast today. 

You had your rehearsal outfit laid out from the night before. You weren’t one to be this organized or prepared... but for Hamilton?! You were instantly on top of your shit. You pulled on your favorite black Lululemon leggings, a camo sports bra (you’re ready for battle here!), and a cute cropped burgundy shirt from Urban Outfitters. You threw on a white Nike hoodie over top to keep you warm when you weren’t dancing. You giggled at the thought of potentially wearing your copy of Daveed’s signature Purple Oaklandish hoodie to rehearsal that you got as a gag gift from your parents on your last birthday. One day that would have to happen. Would be fangirling at its finest. Maybe you would eventually just burn it so no one saw.

Your subway ride to the Richard Rogers was not as chaotic as usual. The trains were on time and you felt like the universe was finally on your side. You stopped into the coffee shop across the street to grab a large black coffee and a classic bacon, egg, and cheese on an English muffin with avocado to get you going. You were there a little early so you could foam roll and stretch while listening to chill music. You always needed your “me” time to get into your groove before facing the day. You walked into your dressing room and were so happy to see Michelle already there, devouring her favorite Panera bagel, the cinnamon crunch. Mid-bite, she squeals at seeing you.

“Y/N!!! You have me on the edge of my freakin seat here. What in the HELL happened after brunch?”

You giggled and felt the heat come over your face. 

“Let me tell you Michelle... it was everything.”

“Was it good?!” Michelle immediately blurted out.

“...yeeeeeeeah...” You said through a smirk. 

“WAS HE BIG?!” Michelle yelled.

“SHHHHH” You said to shut her up while snickering.

You both laughed so hard you felt tears coming to your eyes. Thankfully there was no one else in the dressing rooms near you yet so you weren’t that worried. 

Until two seconds later when you heard a knock from wall next to you.

Michelle and you screamed and continued to die laughing. 

“Laaaaaadieeees!! What’s goin oooon?” Anthony bursts into your dressing room without warning. “What are ya laughin’ about?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing!” You said quickly back, continuing the laughter.

“Oh yeah?! Nothin at all to do with Diggs, right?” Anthony’s signature grin came across his face as his face turned red as he held back laughter. He nudged your arm a couple of times. “I heard the whole thing, Y/N, the walls are paper thin. But it’s chill! It’s chill!” He waved his hands signaling that he would keep a secret and would have your back. Then out of no where he whisper taunts “Diggs is after the bullet! Diggs is after the buuuulleeeeet!!!”

Thankfully Anthony’s actual dressing room was upstairs next to Diggs. Ant was only visiting the PT room to warm up.

“You’re the absolute worst!” You responded.

“Enjoy your breakfast ladies!” Anthony waved goodbye in the silliest way and headed back out. 

You and Michelle caught up over your breakfast sandwiches. You showed her the note you wrote on your phone about your hookup, trying not to miss out on any details when telling her. Your attentiveness to details and your photographic memory were so helpful when it came to choreography, but when it came to remembering events, it was both a blessing and a curse. Re-reading it, however, was having you break a sweat more than if you started warming up.

Michelle then filled you in on her evening with Cedric. You knew the two of them were bound to become a thing even though she was hesitant about it. And thankfully you wouldn’t have to worry about Cedric coming on to you in any way.

--

Time passed and both you and Michelle warmed up together, foam rolled, and got ready to go. You started to get butterflies thinking about dancing for Lin Manuel Miranda. He was having his alternate, Javier, stand in for rehearsals so he could watch from the theater. He was going to see your every move of Act 1. You were proud of yourself for how well you knew the show and felt perfectly comfortable with your castmates. 

“Alright good morning everyone!” You heard from the loud speaker that reached all rooms backstage. “You all can make your way to the stage for our first run through of Act 1! Make sure you grab your mic belts and mics from sound. Thank you! Everyone to stage, please, everyone to stage.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You said aloud. 

You made your way to the stage. Even though you already had seen the set and the majestic view of the theater seats in the Richard Rogers, it still gave you chills every time. The intricate detailing in the set design was something you could stare at for hours and continue to find something new.

You walked out of your comfort zone to stand next to Anthony who was giving Jasmine a shoulder massage. They were so sweet and truly the epitome of what love/healthy relationships should be and look like.

You looked around at everyone chatting to each other in awe. There was Oak making Michelle and Cedric laugh as if they’d been best friends for years, Renee and Philippa giggling and rubbing each others arms to stay warm, and Leslie pacing already in his craft, perfecting every last detail to ensure he still had that Tony winning performance in him.

Stephanie was seated a few rows back to get a good view of the full stage and balcony. Andy, the choreographer, wasn’t there this week since he was working on some other projects, but he would be coming to watch soon. You couldn’t wait to dance for Andy again, your dream choreographer. She sat next to Alex Lacamoire with the “god mic” which she would be shouting out notes and corrections from during the run.

“Check check...” Stephanie said in a low, radio-esque voice. “It’s me, God.”

The entire cast and crew erupted in laughter.

“Just jooooking it's Steph. WHAT’S UP WOLF PAAACKKK?!”

The OBC woo’d, shouted, and clapped. 

Then you heard a familiar raspy voice shout, just about an inside voice, “It’s too early SK.”

You looked over to see Daveed looking hella hot with his hair pulled up a-la Lafayette style with his glasses on, scratching the scruff of his freshly trimmed beard.

“It’s too early for shots out the grammy hangovers, Diggs.” Stephanie responded playfully. You hoped one day you’d get to take one out of the grammy.

Daveed looked tired, but so sexy as expected. He was dessed in a Black Oaklandish tank and red sweats, with a black hoodie tied around his waist. You instantly you got a sour feeling in your stomach. You imagined him partying out late with other women, hooking up with them after he threw back a few Belvedere shots with Rafa... wait. Your mind was making up situations that were not even real. Shit... I guess you were starting to like this idiot. You rolled your eyes at yourself and focused back on his bulging biceps to snap out of it.

Gotta pay attention, gotta pay attention. You thought.

“I can guess who he was out late with!!” Anthony softly whispered in your ear. Jasmine instantly hit him on the shoulder giving him a dirty, yet playful look. 

“Oh shut it, A.” You whispered back as you elbowed him in the side. 

Daveed looked over at you and Ant but had no idea what you both said. His eyes then met yours, sending a heartbeat to your core. He winked at you quickly and smirked. You winked back.

“I see you, Y/N...” Jazzy whispered. “You guys are acting like Ant and I did when we started this shindig.”

“It’s nothing, really.” You said while breaking eye contact, trying to sound chill.

“Y/N... don’t you dare lie to me!” She giggled. You were dumbfounded by her perfectly clear skin.

“Well, we’re just two super flirty people, it’s nothing, well, nothing more than that on his end I don’t think.”

“Girl just be patient. Enjoy it. He really isn’t openly flirty with many people. He sees what he likes and takes it. You’ll see. If anyone knows that, we do.” Jazzy mentioned while pointing at her and A. She then started softly warming up her vocal chords and gave you a pat on your shoulder. She was so sweet and the positive, chill energy she brought into the room was contagious.

“Lets take it from the top y'all!” Stephanie shouted on her mic.

You headed backstage to get ready for opening. You and Daveed started backstage Left together. You approached him and he gently placed his warm hand on your lower back as you passed him.

“Morning, (Y/Nickname). Merde, babygirl.” He said as you walked to your wing.

“Mornin, Lafayette.” You said as you snickered. “Loving the hair.”

He smiled and shook his little poofball on top of his head back at you as you both settled into your spots.

The piano keys pounded the same melody as you heard from your alarm waking up this morning. An unreal moment for you. After Leslie sung his solo, one by one the principals started rapping the words to Alexander Hamilton. It was hard not to mouth them under your breath. It went perfectly. Aaron Burr, Sir went through quickly since you weren’t on stage really. You didn’t get a single note during My Shot. The little moments you had together bantering with Daveed were cute and he “shoved you with love” as the chorus says during rehearsals if you know someone’s in the wrong spot. One after one, you all nailed your dances. You and Cedric nailed your partnering with only one slight mishap with the basket toss lifts in Helpless, since it was your first time using the rehearsal skirts. They were heavy as hell.

Then came time for Stay Alive. Your first moment as the Bullet in front of Lin. You counted and perfectly grabbed the bullet from M4′s rifle causing Stephanie to come on the mic and say “You better work, Y/N!” You smiled as you mimicked the bullet just surpassing Javier’s skull. You respected Javier so much because he took his work so seriously. That’s how you wanted to be known. The quick change into the British army coat was going to be difficult, but you know the dressers backstage were on top of it a and would make sure you’d get to stage on time once the show premiered.

The rest of the run through was a sheer blur of running back stage through the wings, mimicking where your quick changes would be, staring at awe at Daveed as he rapped 19 words in 3 seconds, even while completely hungover, and chugging water bottle after water bottle. This was tough stuff. Non stop was a cardio routine essentially, and pushing Chris as Washington on the moving stairs was way tougher that you thought. You didn’t want to hurt the set so you were extra gentle with it. The way Stephanie responded to the cast was so positive. You all were knockouts. She gave some notes to Michelle about her mother lift, which she corrected and perfected immediately. You were so thankful to be part of such a talented and intelligent cast who were quick on their feet and no nonsense.

“If that were in costume, that would’ve been a near perfect first run for your cast.” Stephanie said.

“EXCEPT I WASN’T IN IT.” Lin said as he snatched the mic. The cast giggled as they plopped onto the stage floor, panting from the run. “My new cinnamon rolls are perfect. PERFECT I tell you. I can feel all of your energy beaming from the stage. I can’t wait to perform with you all. This is truly an honor.”

Everyone clapped together. Just so happy to be performing after such a long time apart. You’ve never felt more proud.

“Now OBC’s... make sure we don’t let our comfortability tinge our performance okay? Remember when the material was fresh and fun? We need to make it fresh and fun for our audiences. Jazz watch the eye contact with Ant, you’re gonna ruin it for the LAM fans if John Laurens looks like he's straight.” Everyone laughed. “Also Daveed, quit milking your side moments with Y/N.” 

“I noticed that too...” Steph chimed in in a tone which sounded like she had discovered a secret.

You began to feel embarrassed and covered your face with your hands.

“I was shoving with love!” Daveed shouted, trying to make the situation less awkward. He didn’t look back at you, no recognition, no nothing. Your stomach started to churn with nerves again. Could he not admit he was flirting with you? I guess it was a professional setting, but still sort of upsetting. 

“Alright let’s take a twenty minute break. New ensemble, we’ll go a little more in depth with minuscule notes and changes. Wolfpack, take a half hour before music brushup with Alex.” Steph turned off the mic and people dispersed into their dressing rooms, the green rooms, or into the audience to grab snacks/ foam roll.

Your Burgundy top was slightly sweat drenched from the hard work you put in. You got back up to your dressing room with Michelle and saw your phone light up with a text.

Diggs: You looked hella good out there, Y/N. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you

Y/N: Thanks, Diggs. You weren’t too shabby yourself ;)”

Diggs: Like I said before, even though I’m not technically the bullet, I still got ammo... and you have a twenty...

Your eyes widened. A quickie? Right now of all times? You couldn't. Not with the professionals in the room.

Diggs: My dressing room in 5?

Well I’ll be damned, Lafayette’s on my side... you sung in your mind.

Y/N: Here? You sure it’ll be okay?

Diggs: I don’t share a room. Only if you’re comfortable, babygirl

You felt a pulse go to your opening when he said that. Also him calling you babygirl drew you over the edge. You also didn’t realize how much of a turn on it would be to potentially hookup in the very place the most respected people who’ve ever worked on Hamilton would be simultaneously working, unfazed at what would soon happen behind Daveed’s dressing room walls.

Y/N: I’m in

You checked yourself out in the mirror without saying a word to Michelle, made sure your flyaways were sprayed back, put some more deodorant on and gave yourself a splash of your fave perfume.

“And where the hell are you in a hurry to go to, missy?” Michelle said as you began to briskly exit out of the dressing room.

“Can’t talk, will update you later. Love ya.” You winked in her direction. Her eyes widened and she started laughing to herself as you closed the door behind you while ferociously typing a new text to get Diggs excited.

Y/N: Your shirt better be off by the time I get to your dressing room. 

Diggs: Way ahead of you

Diggs: Can’t wait to hear you struggle not to moan

God damn, Diggs.

Y/N: Oh yeah? How cocky of you to assume you’d make me moan ;)

Diggs: You know I will

Diggs: And I know just how I can muffle them ;)

Fuck.

Your brisk walk turned into a light jog as you became desperate. You climbed the last set of stairs to his dressing room and stood outside of the door that was slightly cracked ajar. Here you were again, with one inch of barrier between you two. You couldn’t wait any longer.

You lightly knocked on the door and waited.

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To answer your questions!!!!

(This is a secondary blog so I can’t follow back or message back without showing my identity but here are some things about me!)

Fave clipping. Songs: (they change daily)

Something Underneath, Say The Name, Chapter 7, Taking Off, Air Em Out

Fave from Miles EP: Thug Tho (Rafa’s voice is just so sexy in this lmao)

Fave from Collin EP: Chopped (also love easy come, easy go but that’s everyone’s fave)

Fave Hamilton Song at the moment: Dear Theodosia (it’s a new one every damn day).

What else would ya guys like to know? :)

Thanks for all the love for my fic! And for your patience for chapter 6! We’re gonna cover rehearsals in part 2, and see a little bit of dressing room action in part 3 ;)

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader: Chapter 6 part 1 of 3

It was 8:17pm on a brisk fall evening. You waited on the curb in front of Daveed’s apartment waiting for your car home to pull up, trying to re-live and recall every moment and feeling you just experienced. Wanting to hold on to it forever, you opened up the Notes app on your phone to write down all of the details of your first hookup. Your lips hurt from kissing him so much. You felt the tingling of your skin from the way his scruff rubbed up against you. It was slightly uncomfortable but you didn’t want it to go away. The redness on your chest almost looked like an allergic reaction from the intense contact, but you viewed it as your own little secret.

Post-sex, Daveed treated you so lovingly. He nurtured you, made sure you were okay, and sat talking to you about everything under the sun as if you two were on a dinner date. You tossed and turned in on his comfy white sheets recalling old childhood memories, how the two of you got into show business, and your experiences with theater so far. You told him about graduating from (your dream school) and how you had no idea you’d ever in a million years get there. This didn’t feel like a normal hookup. You didn’t feel pressured to leave and he even offered for you to stay. Humbly, you knew you had to go home to review the material so you had all day Sunday to dedicate to perfecting the choreography before the principals saw you dance for the first time.

How could that afternoon/evening ever be topped?

You hopped in the uber to head back to Washington Heights and threw in your AirPod Pros. You decided to turn the volume way up and blast Body and Blood by clipping. while replaying how he fucked you head first into the abyss. It threw you into a euphoria you didn’t realize could exist. The thought of his breath on your neck brought you to the edge. You were so hungry for more.

Once you reached your destination, you crashed into your apartment. You were absolutely exhausted. From the party, to the hungover morning, to the afternoon activities… you were ready to rest. Your legs began to pulse in soreness, a mix from rehearsals and Daveed. You caught yourself smiling every time his name crossed your mind. This wasn’t good.

The last thing you wanted was for him to interfere with your work.

You ran yourself a nice, warm bath filled with epsom salt and threw in the cutest Lush bath bomb for the extra pizazz. You took a quick little boomerang of you throwing it in the tub for fun and uploaded it to your Instagram Story. The smell of lavender and French vanilla filled the room, instantly relaxing you.

You lit your Diptyque BAIES candle you got as a present last year for the first time. You were always nervous to light it since it was so expensive. But hey, tonight was the night. You were celebrating quite the occasion. You stepped in. The temperature was perfect. Although your hamstrings and calves ached with even the slightest movement, you felt completely at peace. (Of course numbing out the fact that you’ve admitted for having feelings, REAL feelings, for your celebrity crush).

As you splashed through the bubbles, you began slightly marking the Yorktown choreography in the back of your head. You were having trouble with spacing, especially on the gun passing part between you and Cedric before the final battle section. You couldn’t even fathom making one mistake in front of Lin.

*DING*

Diggs

9:38pm You’re taking a bath… without me??

Your smile instantly grew from cheek to cheek. You desperately wanted to run back to his place.

(Y/N)

9:40pm Gotta rest these legs... you basically shot down the bullet

If that’s even possible lol

Diggs

9:41pm Was worth it

I have more ammo where that came from tho 😏

I’m hella tired. Boutta pass tf out

(Y/N)

You “loved” “I have more ammo where that came from 😏”

9:45pm I don’t have much energy left myself

You can show me that ammo Monday 😉

Diggs

9:49pm You want it, you got it.

Goodnight, love

You essentially splashed out of the tub with giddiness. So much for relaxation. The fucking man of your dreams was on a texting basis with you? And making bullet jokes? That were SEXUAL?! This was your literal dream.

You got out of the tub, put lotion all over your body, and tucked yourself under your cozy pink ruffly comforter. You couldn’t be more excited for rehearsals Monday.

You didn’t wanna seem over zealous, so you just “loved” his last response. He called you LOVE. You just imagined your younger self fantasizing about something of this sort years ago. How cool that this opportunity showed up in your life?

Whatever or whoever was making this happen was your hero. This was the experience you’ve been waiting for your entire life.

You shut your eyes smiling. Beaming cheek to cheek. Your phone was away. Your anxiety and depression were no where to be found. Ex-boyfriend who?! This was your moment. You were finally here.

This would be the best you’d sleep since birth.

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While I’m writing...

I’d love to know more about all of you! I am deciding to stay anonymous for various reasons... But you can call me XO! (lol like gossip girl). Also this is a side blog so I can’t follow back!!! If I could I would!

What are some of your fave things? Fave songs from Hamilton? Fave clipping. songs? Let’s be virtual friends! 

One important thing I want you all to know is that I’m going through a tremendous heartbreak right now on top of not being able to work (I’m in the theater industry) and seeing all of your likes/comments/engagement with my silly little fanfic has brought brightness into some of my darkest times so THANK YOU! 

Much love! Much light! Daveed fans 4eva

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Trying to get chapter 6 finished to be released on Wednesday at some point!

No promises but working towards it. :)

Have a nice, happy Sunday!! Go watch Blindspotting or Daveed’s rap cyphers on YouTube.

Xoxo

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader: Chapter 5

Chapter 5-Game On 

Daveed Diggs x reader (there’s def smut in this... close your eyes if you’re under 18)

The whole world went silent and time refrained to exist. You heard strong quick footsteps approaching the door in front of you. 

All that was separating you was an inch of barrier. Your heart was beating into your throat. You felt the skin of your face become hot. Your breath became slower as you imagined how hot his breath would feel behind your ear on the soft spot of your neck that drove you wild when it was touched. 

You heard the faint thumping of a bass of a speaker. Then click, click, click. You watched the knob slowly turn and the door opened smoothly. 

There he stood, towering over you, shirtless. His white Calvin Klein briefs teased you, peeking just over the waistband of his Oaklandish grey sweatpants. They sat perfectly under his tights obliques. He wore two gold chains around his neck, laying right above his broad pecs. Those biceps... those forearms... you could only imagine how you wanted him to hold you down and take every bit of you exactly how he wanted. 

He looked you up and down. Reading you, studying you. You noticed his dark pupils somehow dilate. His hair was slightly frizzier than normal, making him even sexier. The scruff of his beard made you squirm. You waited for him to speak. 

“Now what took you so long?” He growled in a deep, gravely tone just above a whisper. You took a few steps in, about a foot away from him, face to face, and he shut the door behind you pinning his hand up against the door, leaving no room for you to move in further. You dropped your bag right beside you without even looking where it landed. 

He handed you an old fashioned he made for you with his other hand and placed one single slow, sensual kiss teasingly on your neck. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, just an inch or so from your left ear, “I need you to know... I don’t like waiting.”

All you could do was part your lips and sigh.

He leaned slightly away from your ear to grab just under your chin to make sure you had direct eye contact. He was peering straight into you. Both of your lips were no more than an inch apart. The tension was making you shake.

“Do you know what happens when you make me wait?”

You couldn’t move. Your senses were shutting down. No thoughts browsed through your once busy brain fumbling through Hamilton choreography. No thoughts of the soreness of your body from rehearsals even remained. This man had complete control over you and he knew it. It was consensual and hot as fuck. 

All you could do was timidly shake your head no very slowly. 

“It’s my turn to make you wait for it.”

Shit. 

He raised his voice. “Until you’re begging. Do you understand?”

He leaned in as if he was going to crash into your lips, but dived straight past them to whisper into your ear. 

“Cheers.” 

He took his moscow mule glass and clinked it right into yours as he smirked, winked, and nodded his head for you to follow. He walked away, revealing his toned back muscles and headed towards the couch 

Your nearly felt like you were going to faint as your knees became weak. You followed him like a puppy. Fuck. So much for you taking control...

He turned up his music louder. The sexy bass of Miguel’s song “Funeral” blasted through his Sonos speakers setting the mood just right. It drove you wild. 

“It’s a little toasty in here, don’t you think, Y/N? Maybe you should take that hoodie off...” Daveed suggested as you took a sip of the delicious old fashioned he crafted for you. 

“You a little eager to see the lavender I see?” You questioned. 

That’s it. You’d had enough. 

You set your drink down, slipped off your shoes, and went to straddle him. Right before you could grind against what you craved, he took his two palms and pushed up against your inner thighs to prevent you from sitting down and pushed you to sit directly to the left of him.

“You a little eager to get you way with me?”

“Ugh...” was all you could muster

“Take your hoodie off. Now.”

You did your best to sexily take it off, biting your lip while throwing it to the side. You felt confident and sexy as you revealed your Aerie lavender bra with lace detailing. Daveed couldn’t help but stare directly at your perfectly perky breasts.

“Now stand in front of me. Turn around, and take off those damn leggings.”

“Oh so you can see this?” You pulled the strings holding together your purple thong out just enough to tease him.

“That’s hella hot...” he responded. 

You slowly bent over directly in front of him, almost as if you were going to give him a strip tease. You slowly bent forward, showcasing your flexibility by leaning forward  on releve to really enhance your calves and hamstrings as you slowly peeled your leggings off. Your ass was on display with your legs crossed. A perfect vision of a peach directly starting back at Daveed. You stepped out of your pants as you looked away for the quickest second. 

Before you knew it, Daveed’s hands gripped forcefully at your waist to pull you directly into his lap, right onto his thick erect cock. A moan instantly left your lips as he reached around to cup your right breast with his right hand and used his left to keep you in place. All you wanted to do was grind against his erection to pleasure yourself, but he made sure this wasn’t an option.

“Is this what you want, Y/N? Think you can take it?” He lightly thrusted his hips into your backside, creating friction right on your opening.

You were beginning to breathe faster. 

“I can take it...I need it...”

“What can you take?” He sarcastically asked.

“I need your cock inside me...”

“Where do you want it, baby?”

He reached around with his left palm to lightly grab your throat as he continued to fondle your right breast. He didn’t put any pressure on your neck to make sure this was within boundaries. 

Dominating and respectful? Hell yeah. You were all in.

“In my... oh fuck.” You hissed as put pressure onto your throat while simultaneously thrusting harder into you. Your neck instantly breaking and leaning back onto him.

“You said you couldn’t wait to get on your knees for me...isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yes... yes... Please let me take you in my mouth.”

“Get on your knees.”

You obliged. But as soon as you turned around you had to crash into his lips just once. He moaned into your mouth as he kissed you powerfully. He grabbed the side of your face tenderly and then bit your bottom lip, making you moan as you dropped to your knees. 

“Good girl.”

He slowly pushed his Oaklandish sweatpants down and kicked them out of your way. 

Holy... fuck...

He placed his hands behind his head, looking at you cockily as he watched you stare in awe at his giant bulge under the Calvin Klein briefs

“Like what you see?”

You slid your hands slowly up his thighs. “I’m one fucking lucky lady”

You kissed slowly up his right thigh then passed right over him to suck on his obliques and around his groin.

“Shit...” he hissed as he adjusted in his seat. The thought of driving him to the edge again brought you endless excitement. You noticed he began to perspire slightly, signaling he was getting heated. Daveed’s hands released from behind his head to stroke the side of your face and gently tried to guide your head to where he wanted you to be.

You nudged his hands away. Both of your hands interlaced as you slowly, over top of his briefs, brushed your lips down his shaft. He released a guttural, primal, moan and sent instant pleasure to your core. You released your hands from his and grabbed the waistline of his briefs. You pulled them down to strip him completely naked.

This was something you could’ve only dreamt about. You couldn’t make this shit up. This was quite simply the largest erection you’ve ever encountered. You were slightly timid to begin to finish what you started, but you were up for this challenge. 

He let out the sweetest giggle when he saw your reaction. His million dollar smile filled you with butterflies. He reached behind you before you could touch him to unclasp your bra, baring your chest. 

“God damn, Y/N...” He began touching himself just at the sight of you, stroking slowly while biting his lip.

Quickly, you pushed his hands away to show him his hands were no match for your mouth. You parted your lips to suck just gently, right on his head while making piercing eye contact with him. He pushed your hair behind you ears on one side and gently place his other hand on the back of your head, aiming to push you down further. You popped your lips off of him making a sucking sound.

“Is this what you imagined when you thought of the bullet sucking you dry?” You were in the dirtiest mindset imaginable. You were ready to do anything for this man.

“Mmmm...” was all he could say as he remained watching you with awe.

You began blowing him again, this time deeper, slowly bobbing your head up and down while lightly playing with his balls. You couldn’t quite fit his entire length in your mouth yet, but were close. You released his balls and used your other hand to cover the rest of his shaft to the base of his cock. You twisted as you sucked, giving light pressure to send him into heaven. 

“You’re amazing at that...” was all he could say as he released his head back onto the couch closing his eyes in pure bliss.

You began to speed up, noticing him squirm even more, tensing his quads, trying to reach his peak. You stopped completely causing him to shoot up in his seat.

He stood up and picked you up to standing. He put one hand around the back of your neck and one on the small of your back to forcefully pull you into him. He immediately explored your mouth with his tongue, slowly moving to suck onto your neck... right onto the sweet spot behind your ear. 

“Fuck.” you whispered. You had touched yourself to the thought of just that  many times before this man even know you existed.

He stopped and gripped tighter on the back of your neck as he leaned into your ear, “Turn around.” he ordered. Both of you were a panting mess and the whole control thing began to blur. Both of you were losing control to the other. 

You gladly obliged. He pushed your head down so your ass was up. He lightly spanked you playfully as a light moan left your lips. You didn’t realize you’d be turned on by someone spanking you, but you were into it. 

You turned around, giving him a sexy look. “Harder.”

He nodded and then spanked you again, leaving a light red mark on your right cheek.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, understand?” 

He ripped off your lavender thong. You stepped out of it, revealing how wet you were to him. He couldn’t resist the sight and immediately dropped to his knees behind you. Without warning or hesitation, he grabbed your ass and pulled you into him, licking everything that was dripping down, from your clit to your opening.

Your eyes rolled back into your head and your knees buckled. His hands kept you steady although you were sinking into pure bliss.

“You taste so good...” he said taking a breath before going back to work. You have never been eaten out from this angle before and it was sending shivers down your entire body. You began slightly shaking.

“Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god...” was all you could muster as he explored you with his mouth. He switched between gently sucking on your clit to licking your slit. You were almost to pure ecstasy and your body was not able to hold back. The way his tongue flicked against you was otherworldly. Every time you would moan or attempt to say his name he would moan back sexily. You could feel his humming against you and it drove you wild.

“You’re going to wait to cum until I’m inside you, understand?” He muffled. But you couldn’t understand a single word coming from his mouth.

“Daveed please... Daveed please”

“Please what?”

“Daveed I’m com-” before you could even finish the sentence, your orgasm hit you unlike any one had ever in your entire life. Your legs shook until you fell into the table you were bent over. You swore you just saw stars. Waves and waves of pleasure kept hitting you.

You were coming back to consciousness as Daveed flipped you over on your back on the patterned rug on his floor. He was hovering just over you...

“What did I say?”

You started dazzlingly into his eyes, trying to get your own eyes to focus.

A light mixture between a moan and a sigh came out of your throat, but no answer.

“You're in for it now, Y/N.”

Before you knew it, you were in Daveed’s strong, toned arms. You felt so safe, so cared for, even in the midst of a fuck. You practically melted in his grip. He carried you down the hallway back into his bedroom. He flipped a switch and down came his blackout curtains, only leaving a small amount of sunlight escape from the bottoms of the windows.  You were almost certain he would throw you on the bed, but instead he laid you down, gentler than ever against his cloud like down comforter. You sunk into it with pleasure. 

He crawled directly over top of you. The smidge of sunlight made his chains sparkle as they dangled over you.

“You just had to fire your weapon out there didn’t you, “Y/N?”

Bullet joke. Good one. Points for creativity.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You spread your legs, giving him the green light to enter you. 

He took his cock in his hand, stroked it a few times, and placed it right at your opening. Everything in you wanted to push your hips to fit his full length deep inside you. He dragged it up and down your slit. Driving you crazy.

“Jesus Christ, Diggs, just fuck me already.” You were desperate.

He grabbed his headboard with one arm and behind your backside with the next.

“Are you on birth control?”

You shook your head yes. You were thankful he asked, you weren’t even thinking about a condom, which was completely irrational and... you broke from your racing thoughts to hear him state...

“Well since you asked for it...”

In one, excruciating second, he growled, thrusted forcefully and deep, directly into you, filling you to the brim and then some. Not even a moan, but a scream, escaped your lips.

“God damn you’re so tight...you feel..... amazing...” He pulled out slowly, then forcefully thrusted, multiple times. Slowly exiting and powerfully entering as your walls already started to squeeze around him.

You spread your legs further, showcasing your flexibility. You then snuck both of your legs onto his toned shoulders, making your entrance even tighter for Daveed, to give him maximum pleasure. It was the least you could do since you already came.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m not gonna be able to last long if you stay like that.”

“I don't mind” you responded. The innocence in your eyes drove Daveed wild.

He began speeding up his pace. Every thrust brought you more and more pleasure. They always say sex isn’t this magical in movies and shit, but this was real.

“Ride me.” He said as he flipped you from your back to on top of him, seamlessly. 

You slid down even deeper onto his hard cock and could feel it pulsating inside of you.

“God you’re so fucking hot.” You blurted.

He reached out and fondled your breasts as you began to ride him, grinding onto him. Soon enough he pulled you into a sensual, romantic kiss, running his fingers through your hair. The thrusting stopped. God this was perfect. 

You hovered over him and pulled away, just taking a second to be still with him, looking into his eyes. You felt magic. A spark.

The thrusting from his end began, putting him completely in control.

He then grabbed the base of your hair with his right palm, put it into a fist and lightly pulled while holding you down with his left forearm, embracing you.

“Look at me, Y/N... You’re so goddamn fine. You’re so goddamn gorgeous riding me like that.”

You moaned, rolling your eyes until they closed. Your orgasm slowly building,

“Look at me.” Your eyes shot back open at his mercy.

“You're so fucking sexy” you responded keeping eye contact. 

He thrusted faster and harder, faster and harder, getting sloppier as the pleasure built between the two of you.

“I’m close Daveed... I’m so close” you moaned. He took his hand from out of your hair and put his hand under your chin. His thumb stroked your lips. You lightly sucked on his thumb throwing him over the edge.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum...” he yelled.

As he felt your walls tighten intensely around his cock, he grunted and began spilling into you. 

“Ah fuck it feels so good...” he grunted as he finished with you on top of him.

You crashed into him, laying like a lump on top of his chest. You felt both of your chests rise and fall in unison, laying there naked, feeling primal and satisfied. You felt so close with him. A connection you never thought was imaginable.

About a minute passed as you caught your breath and planted small, romantic kisses into one another with your eyes closed.

“Wow.” was all you could mutter.

“Shit that was somethin else.” He said as he began playing with his hair. “Okay let’s see... how am I gonna get up?” 

You both giggled as he reached for a tissue on his nightstand. He flipped you over gently as he pulled out. Some of his cum started spilling out of you and he handed you his tissue and reached for a new one.

“You stay there. I’ll be right back. Don't worry about the sheets.” You got a nice view of his tight booty from the dim light as he exited quickly to his bathroom.

You laid there, completely in bliss. You were definitely going to be sore on Monday. The first thing that popped into your mind was... God I hope this wasn’t a one time thing. That was too fucking perfect. Daveed was too fucking perfect. God Daveed was otherworldly...

Oh no.

Fuck.

The thing that you couldn’t believe you’d ever feel again after the heartbreak you experienced after your last relationship. The thing you would have to bury so far down in order to function.

Fuck.

You’ve caught feelings.

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader Chapter 4 Part 2

You scoot past the long line of tourists waiting to be seated at Jack’s Wife Frida. You feel slightly cocky thinking to yourself that this was the first of many things to come easier in your life thanks to Hamilton.

You gave Michelle a huge hug and sat down carefully scanning through the menu while she told you the intimate and quite frankly sloppily drunk evening she had with Cedric. Michelle mentioned it may only be a hookup phase, but you definitely knew there was great chemistry between the two of them. You made sure to give advice to tell her to take it slow. Although you gave the best guy advice, you still to this day never take your own advice yourself.

DING

You immediately open your phone.

Diggs: I’m losing my patience over here...

Oh shit. You forgot to respond. You were too busy romanticizing the thought of the two of you later tonight to even fathom a response.

Your eyes widened as you locked your phone and flipped it face down on your table. Maybe you did need a drink. Or six. The waiter came over to the table looking irritated. She began reading off the specials in a smart ass tone. You were too high off of life to even hear her...

“Bottomless mimosas and Banana Chocolate Chip French toast” you blurted out before she even finished listing off the specials.

“Bottomless?! You out of your mind?” Michelle screeched while rolling her eyes at you. She then looked back at the waiter, “Guess I’m in too. I’ll do the same.”

You both looked at each other and laughed as the waitress gave you both dirty looks and waltzed away.

“You’re acting so weird today, Y/N! What gives? Is it the harsh light? Did I give a little TMI about my evening?”

“Oh no no no definitely not that. And my hangover isn’t exactly the problem…”


DING

You flipped your phone over and to your surprise you stare straight back at a shirtless photo of Daveed in only a towel wrapped low around his waist. His abs so defined and chiseled from the natural light... you couldn’t help but sigh aloud.

“Holy shit...” you mumbled.

You look further down to notice his obliques tapering into a perfect V just as the towel began. Your eyes drifted down to see the towel covering his full erection. Imagining exploring those creases in his abdomen with your tongue was all you could think of.

He was all yours. All yours for the taking. At least in this fleeting moment. And you needed him. Now.

“Who the hell is texting you that is so important?” Michelle yapped. She reached for your phone. You were frozen, simply starting in awe. “Give me your phone right-“ Michelle snatched the phone out of your hands and was face to face with that picture.

Oh well.

“AHH!” She squealed in her hilarious high pitched scream and tossed the phone back into your lap. “No fucking WAY!”

It felt like every table around you turned around to see the chaos that was happening at your table. You didn’t even have a sip of alcohol yet and you both were acting like idiots. All you could do was chuckle and reference your favorite TikTok sound back to Michelle,

“Uh... how do I say this in the best way... I would let this man... crack... my spine in half.”

You both erupted into even louder laughter.

“Maybe let’s just do one drink so you can get yourself ready and get ya ass out of here.” Michelle said. “Daveed Diggs sent you a PIC.” She said in a loud whisper.

She called over the waitress before she charged you both for bottomless. You both chugged your mimosas, had a lovely conversation all while enjoying the decadent French toast, completely eliminating your hangover.

You finally were hit by the bubbles and typed back quickly:

Y/N: “Damn... Trying to make me act up in public?”

Daveed started typing...

Diggs: “It’s the least I can do 😈”

Y/N: “And what would that make the “most” ?”

Diggs: “Why don’t you come over and find out?”

Y/N “Think I could make arrangements...”

He then sent his address on a pin to you.

A fucking PIN of his apartment.

Diggs: “I’ll send you a car, angel. The thought of that lavender lace is driving me over the edge... can’t stop looking at this pic of you...”

You turned to Michelle, “He’s sending me a CAR.”

Michelle’s jaw dropped as she packed her credit card back in her bright pink Marc Jacobs zip wallet and shoved it into her tote bag.

“Let’s get outta here,” Michelle said as you both stood up and sucked in to avoid hitting any of the chairs in the extremely crowded restaurant. “I’ll make sure you get in the car safe.”

You were thankful you only put natural makeup on. Everything was shaved from before the party, of course, so you didn’t have to worry about those basics. You still had your lavender set on. You thought he’d appreciate your casualness in your hoodie and leggings with the special set on underneath for his eyes only. You took your hair down out of your top knot and shook it so it fell down perfectly how you liked it.

“You look hella hot!” Michelle said as your car approached the curb in front of the quaint restaurant. “You tell me everything the instant you leave.”

You hopped in the backseat, reached in your back for your compact and Kiehl’s lip balm. You wanted this to be perfect. You put one spray of (fave perfume of choice) to make you smell amazing and confident. This was going to be an afternoon and hopefully evening you’d never forget.

You had to make him beg for it.

Y/N: “I can’t wait to get on my knees for you...”

Daveed: “You’re making me rock hard. Tell the driver to speed the fuck up”

You began to lose your inhibitions.

Y/N: “You better not be stroking yourself...”

Daveed: “Fuck Y/N...”

Y/N: “Are you thinking about the bullet sucking you off now? I can’t wait to take all of you in my mouth...I’d love it if you’d push your thick cock deep in my throat”

Who were you? You... saying all of this?! You have never acted this way but you were so horny and desperate you didn’t have a filter anymore. If you were about to sleep with your all time celebrity crush, you were gonna make sure it went perfectly.

Daveed: “I want to fuck the shit out of you, Y/N. I’m going to fuck the shit out of you...”

The uber stopped in front of his apartment building.

At this point your fake confidence turned real. You were wet and ready for him. You looked into your compact one last time while in the elevator. The doors opened and you were face to face with his door.

Y/N: “Well then stop touching yourself, get up, and unlock the door.”

Game on.

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader: Chapter 4 part 1

You wake up to the sound of sirens and constructions like most days in the heights. Your eyes struggle to open due to their heaviness from lack of sleep. You were already disappointed in yourself for not taking off your makeup the previous night. You were so thankful you didn’t have to set your alarm for rehearsals this morning but regretted all the drinking you did yesterday. As you attempted to even sit up, your head pounded from the hangover. The muscles in your head were sore from thrashing your head around in Yorktown rehearsal and your calves ached as bad as they did when you first started getting into dancing.

Basically you were head to toe covered in pain. Until you began to remember.

“Ugh…” you said aloud.

Suddenly, the memories from last night started flooding in. Was this reality? Or was this a dream? A sick joke of a dream?

You instantly shot up, disregarding the headache and chugged the rest of your water bottle on your night stand. Then you remembered the flirtatious text you sent before you passed out.

“Oh no oh no oh no…” you said as you fumbled to take your phone off of the charger.

You hit the home button and noticed three different messages.

Michelle

2 Messages

Cedric

1 Message

Diggs

3 Messages

You really didn’t want to open them in sheer fear of what they’d say. Maybe Daveed was too drunk to even think yesterday and everything was all a misunderstanding.

You braved it out and unlocked it.

Michelle:
3:04am Currently in my uber back to my place… with CEDRIC!!!”

Cedric:

3:00am Where’s Michelle? Her Uber’s here.

Diggs:

9:00am Digg’s loved ““Looking forward to finishing what we started earlier too 😉””

9:01am Babygirl, when we finish what you started, you won’t be able to walk

9:01am Damn... got me all excited bright and early

It wasn’t a hoax. This man wants to pursue you. Your whole body began to pulsate just thinking of him getting excited for you. He sent that about an hour ago since it was 9:55am when you woke up. Shit, you wished you were up as soon as he sent this. You would’ve had the perfect response back to get him hot and bothered.

You sat and thought to yourself if you should continue the conversation in a flirtatious, dirty way, but then thought to yourself that you should shower first so you could clear your mind a little.

You popped two Advil and hopped in the shower. The entire time you couldn’t stop feeling your cheek and neck where Daveed had laid such sweet, gentle, sensual kisses on you the previous evening. You kept picturing the moment you two met eyes in the mirror after you felt his growing bulge through his pants on your backside. It made your heart stop. His lips were so soft. Just imagining them on your...

Right then, your gut intention kicked your ass as you immediately turned the water from a comfortable warm temperature to ice cold to get your mind out of the gutter.

“Stop it, Y/N, stop. Don’t get feelings.” You told yourself aloud.

You couldn’t shake the thoughts, dried off, and thought about sending him a risqué picture. What was there to lose…

You put on your favorite lavender bra and panty set from Aerie on underneath your white silk robe from Victoria’s Secret. It wasn’t the fanciest, but you were almost positive he’d appreciate the little tease. You covered your body in mango scented body lotion, making your limbs supple and hydrated. It felt so good on your calves as you massaged it in. What were you doing? This was so unlike you. You’ve never sent risqué pics like this before to someone you just met.


You angled yourself in front of your bathroom mirror, making sure all the clutter of skincare and lotion was out of frame. You made sure that only the slightest bit of your cleavage was showing. You wanted to make it classy, hoping he’s never gotten pictures like this before. You made sure to bring your elbows in so your boobs popped up a bit. You arched your back, stuck your booty out, and made sure the top of your thigh was showing through the middle of the base of the robe. You felt so silly and began laughing at yourself. You quieted down. Your phone was directly in front of your face for privacy.

You needed an extra boost of confidence, so you began to blast “Say The Name” from Daveed’s rap group clipping. in the background. This always pumped you up.

You then began to draft the text:

To: Diggs

If you were wondering what was under the hoodie…

You hit send and immediately closed your eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t be delivered and be some sort of sign. You decided to set your phone face down on your bed and actually get dressed in something comfy so you could treat yourself to a bacon, egg, and cheese.You eventually popped on your Kith hoodie. It smelled just like him...

You heard your phone DING. Your heart dropped.

It was a only voice message from Michelle:

“GIRRRRRL I have got to tell you what happened last night. Wanna do a late brunch?”

The thought of mimosas right now made you want to hurt, but thankfully the thought of a gigantic stack of French toast instantly revived you and put a pep in your step.

You decide to call her instead of doing voice memo tag. She answers and you immediately respond:

“I cannot wait to hear. I also have tons to tell you. What are you wearing?” You blurted.

“Did Diggs sleep over?!?” She yelled immediately, ignoring your question.

“Unfortunately, no. What are you wearing?”

“I’m throwing on a sweatshirt and wearing the same pants as last night with my vans. Let’s say we meet at Jack’s Wife Frida at 12:15pm? I’ll get my friend to hold a table for us.”

Perks of having cool friends check!!!

“Sounds solid. I’ll see you soon!” You already began to hang up the phone.

“Bye babe!”

You hung up the phone to notice a notification from Diggs. You ignore it completely.

You throw off the Kith hoodie, hugging it in for one last smell of the fading cologne you now have etched in your memory. You throw on an old maroon Nike sweatshirt from high school, jump into some black Lululemon leggings, and throw on some old black nikes. You were comfy and ready to TREAT YOURSELF after a hectic night.

You threw your hair in a top knot on top of your head, cleansed your face completely, and put only a touch of makeup on to head downtown to meet with Michelle.

As you began walking down the stairs, you force yourself to look at his reply. You couldn’t believe how anxious you were, you didn’t even have read receipts on.

“God damn babygirl...You’re stunning” is all it said. And instant pulsing hit your core. Then you saw he was typing. You immediately pressed the home button as fast as you could. Abort abort abort!!!!

DING

“I’d do anything to slip that robe right off you and see what else is underneath”

You think of the quickest flirtiest response...

“Would you wanna find out later tonight?” Was the only thing that popped into your head.

“Not sure if I can wait that long...” is all he responded. A fast replier, at that.

Your uber pulls up and you hop in. You couldn’t help but begin to sweat thinking about the heated conversation you were beginning to start.

This would be so hard to cover up at brunch.

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader Chapter 3 Part 2

The whirlwind of the party swept you off of your feet. You were beginning to feel on the drunk side. You met every single one of the OG members, laughing alongside them, dancing along side them. Everything began to blur together. Everyone was pretty drunk and you began to brown out a bit. Your fave dance of the night so far was a tie between your dance with Phillipa and her husband to Bust A Move or you, Oak, Jazz, and Ant’s moment scream-singing No Air in terribly off pitch.

“Y/N, there you ARE!” You looked over to see Michelle dancing, hanging on to Cedric laughingly. Cedric looked please so you smiled flirtatiously at the two of them.


“My faves!!!!” You were happy to feel a sense of normalcy creep back into this chaotically amazing evening.

“Where the hell have you been?” Cedric asked.

“Nah the real question is where have the two of YOU been?!”

They both laughed. There was a visible hickey on Cedric’s neck, but I don’t think he figured that out quite yet.

“I saw ya over there chatting up Diggs!” Cedric raised his eyebrows.

Diggs. Shit. Where’d he go?

“Speaking of Diggs... where is he?”

Both Michelle and Cedric shrugged.

You began to pace through the large penthouse apartment and saw Rafa laughing with your fellow castmates watching random YouTube videos on the movie room tv.

No Diggs.

You searched the bedrooms. All doors locked with the lights off.

You finally got to the powder room and opened the door. There he was, on the phone.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” He mouthed without letting out any sound.

“Sorry sorry sorry” you whispered as you began to shut the door behind you.

He stopped you from shutting the door and waved you in.

“Ya brah, it’s all good. Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure out the next steps. I can’t wait. Bye brotha.”

He hung up the phone.

“Have you heard of knocking?” He said, with a slightly disappointed look on his face.

“My castmates were asking where you were so I thought I’d look for you to make sure you were oka.. to make sure everything was okay.” You stumbled a bit as you shut the door behind you. “Everything okay on the phone?”

“Yeah! Just business stuff. The time difference between here and LA is a bitch sometimes.”

There was a pause as he looked down at the floor and then back up at you.

“Diggs, people probably think we’re doing blow in here or something.” You said as you laughed.

He laughed too as he put his arm around you, both of you facing the ceiling to sink mirror covering the wall. Instantly you felt the tension continuing from earlier. He looked at you like you were one of the most precious things he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Look at us. Fuckin HOMIES. We look so damn good. Kith should sponsor us.”

You giggled as you released your nerves, curling your head onto Daveed’s shoulder without even thinking.

He guided you in front of him and he put his hands on your waist.

Fuck.

He nuzzled his face up against the left side of yours. His hair tickling your neck and his scruff brushing against your cheek.

“You’re hella cute, Y/N.” His voice was dropping deeper and getting a lot tougher.

“Thanks Diggs!” You said innocently back trying not to read into anything.

He turned his head to look at your face. Your eyes were still in the mirror. How the hell was this happening?!? He slowly began planting the sweetest kisses all over your cheek. They felt quite naive. You didn’t think this would go any further. You giggled playfully as he squeezed you into a hug from behind.

That’s when you felt him, up against you, filling out his pants.

Not on the first night. Not on the first night. Not on the first night. You kept repeating to yourself. That’s when the two of you met eyes in the mirror.

“Shit.” You accidentally blurted out.

You turned around to face him. His hands still on your waist. You both stared at each other breathlessly. He still towered over you, even though you were in your suede platform boots.

In a second he picked you up to sit you on the sink carefully, yet forcefully, keeping his left hand on your right hip, bringing his right hand behind your neck.

Then, your lips crashed into one another. Hard. You moaned into his mouth and he reciprocated. He slowly started to intertwine his tongue with yours, stopping every now and again to suck on your neck and nibble your ear. The hand behind his neck guided your head. The kisses were beyond incredible. The only thing slightly off putting were that his lips way larger than yours and his scruff was for sure scratching your sensitive skin on your chin, making it irritated. You could give less of a fuck.

You felt yourself getting so hot and heavy. You were wet. Drunkenly, you reached your right hand to stroke his cock over his jeans.

“Fuck...” he whispered under his breath.

You felt how well endowed he was through his light wash jeans. All you could think was how difficult it would be to fit inside, but you’d do anything for it. For him. You were desperate.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

“What in GOD’S name is goin on in there Diggs?! You takin a dump?” You heard the familiarity of Rafa’s high pitched drunken voice through the door. He cracked it open... you forgot to lock it. “HellooooooOoO?!” He said as he pushed the door open.

The two of you parted immediately. You sat there, red in the face, on the sink, specifically scratched up on the chin from Daveed’s scruff, out of breath. Daveed took a step back, looking wide eyed at his friend.

“Oh... Oh!!! FUCK!! I’m so sorry...... Continue!” He shouted and slammed the door.

This jolted you sober. Your heart was visibly pounding in your neck. Diggs started scratching his head, pulling his hair nervously. All you could do was laugh.

“Maybe we should continue this another night? Somewhere a little more comfortable?”

“I’m in, I’m in.” He said looking away.

“Sorry to leave you hanging.” You planted one more slow, sensual kiss into his lips while grabbing the chest of his hoodie. “Who knew Kith would’ve brought us together like this?” It took every last bit of your control to stop yourself from ripping off your matching hoodies.

“You’re tellin me...”

You opened the door to see Rafa and Ant staring at you glaringly.

You looked back at Daveed and looked back at them.

You all erupted into a never ending fit of laughter.

Lin was right. This was your fucking family. You were so ready for this next chapter of your life. Whatever you and Daveed just got yourself into was not a mistake.

—-

You slowly made your rounds and said your goodbyes, ordering your $55 uber (yikes) back up to the heights.

Diggs kissed your hand and waited for your uber to pick you up safely.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s your number? I want you to text me when you get home.”

You smiled as you typed it into his iPhone. You hopped into the uber and smiled like an idiot with the window down the entire 45 mins home.

You reached your apartment, climbed 4 flights up, stumbled in, taking your suede shoes off and putting your sweatpants on. You decided you weren’t gonna take the hoodie off. It smelled like him.

Your phone vibrates.

“Maybe: Diggs” it reads.

You open it.

2:14am “Hey it’s Diggs. Make it home safe?”

2:14am “Just got in. Safe and sound 😊”

2:16am “Good good. I’ll see you on Monday gorgeous”

2:17am “Looking forward to it”

You kept typing and deleting a second message... you decided to shoot your shot.

2:22am “Looking forward to finishing what we started earlier too 😉”

Now the text anxiety settled in.

The last think you remember seeing before passing out was opening Twitter and seeing this:

9:37PM

@linmanuelmiranda “Who wore it better? Bullet or Vice Prez?

*pic of Y/N and Daveed in matching hoodies*

5,323 LIKES 711 RETWEETS

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Vice Prez comes in second, yet again. I’m obsessed with Y/N already.

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Seriously Y/N is stealing the show here. If ya don’t know, now ya know, Mr. President… HAHA

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader Chapter 3 Part 1

Your first instinct is to completely avoid Daveed at all costs for as long as you could. But your gut instinct was to immediately approach him. You had to look as comfortable as possible.

The only thing that could fix this was a stiff drink. You see Stephanie behind the bar notice you strutting confidently towards her.

“Oh shit… the BULLET’S HEEEEERE!”

Oh no. Not attention. Immediately you felt like Alexander Hamilton during My Shot when he goes into his “Am I talking to loud?” bar. All eyes were laser focused on you. Heads turned. In the corner of your eye you saw Daveed look from outside to towards the bar.

A few woos came from the party.

“Ayeeee!!!! The new firecracker!” You turn to see the Anthony Ramos approaching the bar as well.

“What’s up A?” You smiled so big your cheeks hurt. “I’m Y/N!”

Anthony dapped you up and you continued talking to him for a bit. You both ordered Old Fashions at the bar. He was extremely easy to talk to and he made you feel super comfortable. It was also nice to know he was not trying to approach you in any other way than friendship, since you knew him and Jazzy were lovers for eternity.

Then you hear footsteps running towards the bar. You see two hands grab Anthony from behind to squeeze his sides causing him to collapse into his barstool. You hear an infectious snort-laugh you’ve heard many times before!

“Come on Lin don’t even play!!” Anthony yelled playfully.

The man, the myth, the legend, Lin-Manuel was standing a foot away from you.

“You meet Y/N yet?” Anthony opened the floor for a conversation with the man who changed your life.

“It’s so so wonderful to meet you finally!” You blushed.

“You as well, Y/N! I heard you’re a kick ass dancer.”

“I don’t know about that but I’m loving what we’ve been learning so far!”

“Whatcha drinking?”

“Old Fashioned! Had to keep it stiff for such a big night.” You laughed nervously.

“Big night? Kid, this is nothin. Drink up, have fun, let loose! We’re your fam now. Make yourself at home, chica.”

Lin looks at you with fatherly love. He patted you on the back like he was taking you under his wing. Until he grabbed the side of your sweatshirt to pull it slightly out.

“Wait a minute… you and Diggs plan this?!” He said at a louder volume than the rest of the conversation.

Well fuck.

“Uh no… I mean… what?!”

“The hoodie! You guys are literally twinsies right now. I need a photo of this.”

You look over at Diggs who eyes met with Lin looking confused. Lin still grabbing your hoodie, he looks over at you. You felt your stomach drop as his mysterious dark eyes peered into your soul for the first time in your life.

“What, brah?” Diggs yelled over the music. He started heading in your direction.

Jesus Christ. You felt your body begin to shake again. You bite your tongue in order for you to keep your cool. You take a huge sip of your Old Fashioned and set it down.

“Diggs!!! You got matching fits with the bullet!!!” Lin points his fingers at your head.

Anthony laughs hysterically “Yeah man, you got competition over here!”

Diggs approaches in the coolest way. Just strutting over with ease right to you three. He places his drink down and leans against the bar after pushing up his hoodie sleeves to his elbows to reveal his watch. How could someone’s forearms be so attractive? And muscular? I mean they were FOREARMS!

Daveed sighs as he sees the issue. “Well shit. I don’t have a backup… Why you gotta make me look bad over here?!”

You realize that he’s literally talking to you. You have to respond to Daveed Diggs.

“I’m ahead of the game when it comes to sabotage.” You smirked and were happy with your response. Thankful you didn’t say anything stupid or fan girlish.

He shook his head as he smiled. His hair bouncing along with his movements. He turned to Lin. Then turned back to you.

“Watch yourself!”

“Maybe you should watch your drink.” I tell him as I see the bartender dump it out behind the bar thinking it was finished. You took your last sip of your Old Fashioned and handed the glass to the bartender after he was done clearing out Diggs’ drink.

Daveed shrugged “There’s plenty more where that came from. Would the bullet like another?”

“Of course. And it’s Y/N, by the way.” He smiled. His teeth were something you’ve only seen in photoshopped Crest ads. He shook your hand warmly. His grip strong, sending shivers down your spine.

“Daveed. But you can call me Diggs.”

He turns to Lin. “Why do all the bullets gotta be such damn firecrackers?”

“Like what you see, D?” Anthony said loudly and slurring. You could tell he’d been drinking for a bit.

“Man if you don’t shut yo mouth..” Diggs pushed Ant playfully.

“I’m just playin! I’m just playin!” Ant dusted off his shoulders. “I’m gonna go find Jazz.” He got up and bounced away, looking for his love.

“Be careful with this one, Y/N,” Lin said as he whispered leaning into you, “He’ll ruin your life.”

You couldn’t help but whisper, “I’d gladly let him ruin my life.” back. Shoot… hopefully Lin would take that more flirtatiously than seriously.

“I see you. I see you. Have fun… make me proud.” Lin winked at you and gave your shoulder two pats before heading back out to the dance floor when Suavamente blasted through the speakers.

Daveed gripped two drinks, one old fashioned for you and one Moscow mule for him. He pushed yours over using the condensation to slide right into your palm. How could a guy make something so mundane so sexy?

“So, Y/N, where are ya from?”

“Massachusetts. In a town in the middle of no where. Suburbs-ish.”

“Oh cool, cool.”

“How about you?” You asked, playing stupid.

You can feel a person watching you, coming closer and closer and closer until you hear…

“BAY AREA BABYYYY”

Rafa’s back.

“Shit Rafa, you’re about to scare my new homie off… This is my friend Rafa, Rafa this is Y/N”

“BEST friend. Y/N I think I saw you on the street earlier! I saw you were wearing the same hoodie as Diggs and couldn’t help but wonder if you were heading where I was. And THANKFULLY you were. You really making him look bad right now. He needs to be knocked down a few pegs” He chuckled as he set down his Duane Reade bags filled with various random snacks, including neon colored gummy bears.

“Oh yeah, Oakland, right?”


“How’d you know?” Rafa said jokingly.

“I’ve seen Blindspotting once or twice.”

“Hell yeah you have!” Rafa smirked as he softly nudged Diggs in the arm.

“Sick gummy bears…” you said eyeing the Duane Reade plastic bag.

“Don’t you diss my bears like that!” Rafa screamed as he grabbed the gummy Beas out of the bag and held protectively. He ripped open the bag and immediately began throwing them into his mouth while singing along to Suavamente.

“He’s an idiot,” Daveed said looking straight into your eyes, super close to your face. You felt your pupils dilate and couldn’t help if he noticed. A moment of silence fell between the two of you as you just gazed into the newness of your blooming friendship.

A rush of blood flowed to your head. You felt some tension, but that was probably just on your end.

Suddenly Lin ran back like a bull moose in a china shop, unsurprisingly, breaking the eye contact. He was sweating from sambaing with the cast. Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and yelled, “I FORGOT TO TAKE A TWINSIE PIC TO TWEET!”

He opens to phone as Rafa steps out of the frame. Diggs throws his arm over your shoulder and grabs his hoodie with the other hand to pull it out and show it off. You mimicked him. Your heart stopped. This was all going way too well. Almost a little too well to be true. He was such an OG. So sweet and chill. Slightly flirtatious but not overbearingly so.

You smirked without teeth to seem chill as well.

“What an addition to the cinnamon rolls you are, Y/N.” Lin squealed as he typed his tweet. You had no idea what he was gonna write and honestly would rather not know. You’d look after the party.

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader. Chapter 2.

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You are finally ending an excruciating first week of dance rehearsals.

You’re gearing up finishing Act I finally, your brain feeling completely fried from all of the material given, especially the vocal parts. You were so used to singing the melody line of all the songs and being given the alto part was a challenge in itself, let alone applying singing while doing the choreography. The dancing was second nature but you didn’t realize how much stamina you’d actually need to getting the notes out without sounding breathy, pitchy or exhausted. You did NOT want to embarrass yourself in front of the OBC when it came time to integrate.

You had only worked with the ensemble closely so far and were getting close with Stephanie, the universal dance captain of the show. She had mentioned to you that the principals and ensemble members would be having a little hang out session at her brother’s penthouse apartment downtown after rehearsals ended tonight.

“Brilliant work today everyone. I know it’s been tough. But take the weekend to really review the material and let everything sink in.” Stephanie’s eyes were lit up. The way she was so attentive to detail and every backstory of every movement was so inspiring and eye opening.

You wiped the sweat off of your face as you partner, aka M3, aka George Eaker, aka Cedric, gave you a wink and a thumbs up. You were way too lucky to be matched with Cedric. If you jumped across the stage, somehow you’d trust him to catch you with seconds to spare before landing.

The ensemble cheered together and began to pan out to the house to grab their things and head up to their dressing rooms to get ready for the party.

“Is everyone coming tonight?” Stephanie yelled excitedly.

You heard a cannon of yeses and hell yeahs around the group.

“The wolfpack’s coming too!” That was her nickname for the OBC crew. “It’s gonna be a raaaaaager!” She started gyrating her hips. Everyone erupted with laughter.

“A safe one at that, of course. Be on your best behavior around Lin… just kidding he’s an absolute child.

Alright now go, get out. Go get hot.”

You followed the ensemble up the stairs backstage to end up at your dressing room which you shared with W4, Michelle.

“Girl... what’re ya wearing tonight? I can’t decide.” Michelle asked while anxiously rummaging through her back full of scribbled on legal pads, muscle rollers, and random items of clothing.

You had packed your favorite black jeans that made your legs look flawless, your signature suede boots, and a Kith hoodie. You wanted to look put together but also casual and cool. Most importantly, you wanted to impress all of your idols. This was your only chance to give them the best first impression of you.

You thought about grabbing your Oakland sweatshirt that your parents got you as a gag gift for Christmas, in honor of your celebrity crush’s hometown. You immediately regretted even thinking of wearing it, as Daveed would definitely find it way too weird. You were from Massachusetts... not California. The Bay Area would be embarrassed for you.

“I just brought these little guys. All black, of course. Feel like it does the job. Also, the sweatshirt will let me eat alllllll of the pizza guilt free.”

Michelle stared longingly at your suede boots. “These are fuckin fancy!”

“They’re only Steve Madden!!” You were proud of your ability to find luxury looking goods for a cheap price. You don’t think that will ever change, even when you saw your first broadway check hit your checking account.

You were happy you could share a safe and fun dressing room space with Michelle and knew the two of you would become close friends.

You both ran into the shower room across the hallway, and quickly washed off. You decided you were going to straighten your long light brown hair. You loved your hair, but it got so curly and tangled when you sweat. Thankfully they were going to put you in a wig for the show instead of using your natural locks. Being a head sweat-er was the worst. Your makeup was minimal, as you looked best with a nice dewy makeup glow, with highlighted cheekbones. You wore a nude matte lipstick, which matched the natural color of your lips, and lightly liquid lined a cat eye over your big (insert eye color) eyes.

You saw your reflection. You didn’t know if it was the confidence of finally reaching your goal or if you just were having a good hair/makeup day... but you were stunning.

“Damn mama!” Michelle gasped as she saw your finished look. “Whose mans are you about to steal at this gig? Better not be Cedric, he’s mine.”

You laughed. You couldn’t help to think about who you already had your heart set on.

“Definitely not Cedric.”

Michelle opened her iPhone 11 plus and immediately opted for a mirror selfie. She quickly opened Instagram and posted it to her story.

You opened the app yourself to go check if it looked good.

Posted 32 secs ago

#MamaHam and #TheBullet hit the town 🎉

“Ready?” Michelle asked, putting the final touches of her gold Fenty highlight on her cheeks. “We should grab a quick bite before hitting the place. I plan on drinking my weight in Truly seltzers tonight.”

“Let’s get it.” You smiled. “I’ll call the uber.”

——

You called the uber, hopped in, and began driving downtown. You felt your anxiety creeping up on you.

“Trulys? Really? I’m gonna need to be doing shots of Jager in order to be able to speak a single word to any of these principals.”

“What are you... nervous? You already got the role. You’re equals with these guys.”

She wasn’t wrong.

“Guess I’ll just have to act as chill as possible. That’s the plan anyways... also Michelle, wanna know something ridiculous?”

“What?”

“I’ve had a middle school full fledged crush on Daveed since I can remember.”

She blurted out with laughter.

“Well girl he is on the market now. Shoot ya shot.”

You already knew this. Daveed was recently single and focusing on rebuilding himself up. His breakup with his last girlfriend wasn’t bad. It was mature and mutual. You knew he was taking time to himself, so you didn’t want to be overbearingly flirtatious when you first met him.

You also couldn’t stop thinking about your ex, whom you left last year around this time. His goals just weren’t lining up with your future. He hated musicals, he hated almost everything you liked... but you couldn’t stand the fact you shattered his heart.

“I’ll see what happens... after 5 shots.” You responded, winking at Michelle.

__

You arrived at the cutest little Italian place downtown in TriBeCa. You knew carbs and wine were the perfect pregame for this shindig.

After loads of pasta and splitting a bottle of wine, you began to feel the confidence needed to shake the nerves from you. You hit the bathroom to give yourself a double check before walking to your final destination.

—

As you walked up to the massive high rise residence, you couldn’t believe this was your lifestyle now. As you approached, you noticed an extremely familiar face exit the revolving door.

Holy shit, that’s Rafa.

Rafael Casal. Daveed Diggs’ best friend.

You stopped in your tracks stunned.

He turned his head immediately in your and Michelle’s direction.

“Y/N?! What’s going on?!”

“Shut up shut up shut up...” you whispered through your teeth. “Just keep walking.”

As he passed you both, he smiled, and turned into the Duane Reade on the corner. Probably picking up something he forgot.

You realized you would be on edge all night not being able to keep your cool. Rafa wasn’t even in the damn OBC and here you were, freaking out entirely on the freaking sidewalk.

Through the doors you went, passing the crystal clear marble floors, giant chandeliers, and up to the doorman.

“Can I help you beautiful ladies?”

Michelle blushed. The doorman was actually attractive.

“We’re here for Klemons? Penthouse 2?”

“Oh yeah! Hamilton!!! Love that show. Have fun!”

You hit the elevator as you looked down at your phone.

9:18pm

Perfect timing. Almost 20 mins late. Fashionably late, of course.

“Oh shit shit shit.”

You realized you haven’t changed your wallpaper from Daveed grabbing his crotch.

Michelle laughed as you fumbled to change your wallpaper to a pic of you and your family from when you were younger. Perfect. A conversation starter. Your overthinking was killing you softly.

Your teeth were legit chattering. You felt anxiety waves rush through your nervous system. The pit in your stomach grew. Your heart was beating a mile a minute. This was it. Your chance at something greater than you ever thought was possible to achieve.

The elevator doors opened to the open concept apartment. Voices were clashing over the blaring hip hop music in the dimly lit room. A full bar in the corner, Joe’s pizza scattered over the island in the kitchen. Beer pong set up on the dining room table.

There they were. Every single one of em. Scattered across the flat. Starstruck wasn’t even the beginning of what you felt.

Your eyes scanned quickly around.

There he was. Curly headed locks and all. Leaning up against the floor to ceiling windows that circled the place, holding a cocktail in his strong, large right hand accessorized with a few rings. Simply staring at the sights of the city. He looked like a million bucks and he was in a simple casual outfit. Light washed jeans, black boots, with his left hand in his black hoodie pocket.

Wait. You guys were wearing the same hoodie.

The same fucking hoodie.

Of course this would happen.

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