hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.
anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.
“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”
Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.
She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”
“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.
She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”
“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”
“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”
“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”
“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”
“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”
“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.
“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.
“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”
“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.
“I suppose so.”
“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”
“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”
“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.
“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”
“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”
She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”
“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”
“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.
“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”
“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”
His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."
"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."
"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."
"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"
"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—
"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"
"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.
"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"
"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"
"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."
"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."
He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"
"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.
"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.
"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."
"If I'd known he asked you to come—"
"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"
"Your presence here is, at least."
"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."
"Not unattended, however."
"I can attend to myself just fine."
"You know that isn't what I mean when—"
"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."
Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."
"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.
"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.
"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.
“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”
Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.
“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”
“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”
“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.
“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.
“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.
“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”
“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”
“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”
He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"
Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 + Cursing, Angst, a bit of unintended voyeurism, rudeness, the beginning of enemies to lovers. No Smut, just sexual tension. 😇
Word Count: ~900
Summary: It is hate at first sight for you and Daveed Diggs.
A/N: So, a while ago I wrote the fic, Definitely Not, that was definitely not requested by @einfachniemand. Ppl asked for a sequel or a prequel, and well... Here is a drabble-ish prequel. Sorry it took so long. I wanted to dip my toe back into writing for Daveed. Hope you like it! Very little editing, all errors my own.
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How did you let your agent get you into this situation?
Sure, dude was talented and shit, but you didn’t get what the appeal was. He was too tall and athletic for the character, who was supposed to be an unattractive man who falls for you, Roxy, who doesn’t know what she really wants.
But you went forward with the part, even after he came on as not only your co-star, but a producer as well.
This first table read would be the first, and last, straw.
He came into the room, smiling, impossibly lighting up the entire room. You smiled tightly in return. Although he was much better looking in person, that was the problem; he was supposed to be Cyrano in this all-black retelling. No amount of makeup could overcome his good looks.
This was definitely going to be a disaster, but maybe you could salvage something.
You were seated next to Lee, who was playing Christian, and you were getting into him. His cocoa skin and light eyes were everything. It was quite distracting.
And that’s why you didn’t notice Daveed staring at you. He was seated on the other side of you, and shyly looking around the table, proud that this production was actually happening. Then his eyes lighted on you.
He’d started off admiring how good your skin looked against the blue of your chambray shirt, from your cheek down your throat to your neck and down the placard where, surprise, he saw your breasts, nipples clearly visible through the gap in the buttons. You weren’t wearing a bra. Daveed quickly averted his eyes and cleared his throat.
Halfway horrified at what he didn’t mean to see, Daveed was completely horrified that he could feel his heart beat faster at the sight. He was not here to be a creep, and as producer it was his job to make sure that you were protected from creeps such as he almost was.
When you heard Daveed’s noise and tore yourself away from Lee’s dreamy eyes to look over to him, you locked on Daveed’s deep browns and your cheeks heated. You rolled your eyes to shake it off. He just continued to stare rudely, and you could tell that he was going to be full of himself.
“Did you need something?”
You turned on your best unfriendly black hottie voice and Daveed felt as if he couldn’t sit at your table. His stomach tumbled, and then he remembered who he was. He was the boss. It was his table.
He clenched his jaw, and then spoke to you.
“I was going to say hello and ask how your day has been so far, but it seems that someone pissed in your cereal this morning.”
“I see. Well, that’s not the case Mr. Diggs; you just interrupted my conversation with my co star...”
You gestured toward Lee, who was pretending he couldn’t hear you two, head deep into his script.
Daveed’s eyes flickered over to Lee, then back to you. He glared at you, and you felt the need to squirm in your seat.
“Ah. Well, I’m your other co-star, and the producer of this film…”
You started shaking your head when he said that. It was just as you thought.
Daveed stopped.
“What?”
You just smirked at him. You had to be the most maddening person that he’d ever met in his life. He continued.
“Well, Ms. L/N, what I need is for you to focus and act as if you can fall in love with me at the appropriate time in the script. We may shoot scenes out of order, so that may come sooner rather than later. Since you seem to have a definite disdain for me, please decide quickly if you need to remain on my set.”
Daveed’s voice was low, but it rumbled through you, his command making your body betray you in the worst way. You definitely hated that and maybe even him.
“I know how a film production works, Mr. Diggs. And I am a professional. I can act as if I love my worst enemy.”
You glared at him, mouth open, breath coming fast with rage. Then you raised your adorable ass chin, ready for a fight. For some strange reason, a thrill ran up and down Daveed’s spine.
“And so, I can pretend to fall in love with you, you ass.”
You two stared at each other for a few seconds before you realized that everyone was watching you. You both looked around the room and Daveed cleared his throat again. You sat back in your seat, enraged.
“And we are remaking Cyrano de Bergerac, not Taming of the Shrew, so let’s shelve that for now.”
You rolled your eyes as everyone else laughed. Did this man just call you a shrew? Oh hell no, you thought.
Daveed caught a glimpse of you through the shirt again and saw that your nipples were hard, pebbled and delectable.
But he willed the blood back to his bigger brain and put his hands on the table instead of on you. He didn’t even know you and he wanted to hate-fuck you.
This was going to be a long production.
Definitely.
He looked over at you, looking gorgeous, but evil.
Summary: Y/n and Daveed has been flirty friends for a while, she decides to make them a little more than just friends after getting a lil bit drunk. Now they have to deal with the day after the night before.
Daveed Diggs x Reader
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: 18+ There is a bit more smut than the last one but i’ll leave it at that...
1. Tipsy Decisions
A/n: I got carried away with this part but @einfachniemand asked for a part 2 and I have answered! So I hope you enjoy this girl!
You felt the hangover looming and groaned into the pillow you had your face stuffed into; the room was swimming and the light from the window made you feel like you were in an operating room. You tried to sit up only to realise you were very naked underneath the sheets and were not in fact in your bedroom. The panic began to set in as you realised where you were and who you were with last night, Daveed waltzed into the room humming to himself. He was covered only by a towel wrapped around his waist and little water beads rolled down his body. You couldn't help but admire the sight before you. "Morning Beautiful." He practically sang in your direction. His words bought you back to last night.
Daveed wasted no time and laid himself down onto the sofa, pulling you up until you hovered over his face, you felt very vulnerable in this new position and felt a shiver run down your body in anticipation as you waited for him to close the gap between you both. He bought his face up and tentatively swiped his tongue along your slit and you sucked in a breath at the contact. He worked you slowly exploring every inch of your pussy as you held onto the couch arm for dear life, you wanted to take a bit more control and grind into him but you felt self conscious.
Daveed seemed to sense this and pulled back to stare up at you, you had to admit he looked fantastic in the position. He grabbed your leg reassuringly. "Hey, I got you. You're safe Y/n, just let go." You tentatively nodded in response and tried to relax into it. You felt his mouth form an O shape and placed it over your clit. He sucked it gently which made your body jerk in place at the direct contact on your sensitive area and you tried to lift yourself up from him because of the intense feeling but he snaked his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. He turned his attention back to his earlier actions. He sucked and flicked it in his mouth, he was relentless and you swore loudly at the feeling.
When he had you begging for more he switched up his actions and shifted you slightly so he had access to the whole area. He flattened his tongue making it as wide as possible and moved his head up and down along you folds and up to your clit. He continued, making you feel utterly euphoric and as the pleasure built you began to grind your hips into his face matching his movements. You built your speed up, rocking your hips back and forth and moaned out as you worked in tandem with one another. The second orgasm was way more intense than the first and you were a moaning mess on top of Daveed as he watched you in awe.
You climbed off of his face and sat on the floor absolutely exhausted, Daveed smiled at you and watched as your chest rose and fell. "You're so beautiful Y/n"
You returned his smile and felt yourself heat up at his words. You were overcome by your animal instincts and you post orgasm self confidence sky rocketed and positioned yourself between his open legs and unbuttoned his trousers, your smile darkened as the dirty thoughts passed through your mind and freed him from his tight boxers. You ran you hands along his thighs and you gazed up him, he wore a pained expression because of your tantalizingly slow actions. You had him right where you wanted him, you could see he was seconds from begging.
"Y/n." He whispered, the strain in his voice evident.
"I can't wait to have you in my mouth D." You spoke sweetly. You took his dick in your hand and moved down from the tip to the base slowly applying a small amount of pressure, Daveed let out a breathy sigh as he dropped his head back onto the couch. With your hand still firmly placed around the base, you bought his dick to your mouth and tightened your lips around his tip, you swirled your tongue in a circular motion and sucked in at the same time. This earned you a grunt in response and Daveed lifted his hips up off the sofa in an attempt to push himself further into your mouth.
You pulled back and smiled to yourself. "Patience Diggs." You spoke quietly before placing a few chaste kisses along his length. As you reached the tip once again you licked the precum up and fixed your gaze back on him. He bought his hand up to your face and swiped his thumb along your lip collecting anything you had missed and held it out in front of you. Instinctively you responded and took his thumb in your mouth and sucked slow and hard keeping your eyes firmly placed on one another. With his other hand he tangled his fingers into the roots of your hair and guided your face back to his cock, this time he took control and expertly pushed your mouth down, you relaxed your throat and took him as far as you could. Daveed guided your mouth up and down slowly watching as you took him in your mouth, he almost came there and then.
As he relaxed into the pleasurable feeling you were able to take control again and increased your speed with each stroke you were able to take more of his length, but you wanted more. You pulled back once again. "Stand up for me." Daveed didn't question you and did as you asked. In your sweetest voice you purred. "Will you fuck my throat please."
Daveed chuckled lowly but didn't respond instead he repeated his earlier actions but with more force. He thrust himself back inside your mouth with rigor, hitting the back of your throat and you felt your mouth water at his action but he didn't give you time to focus on that as he set a relentless pace. Your throat contracted at the new sensation and visibly gagged at the his actions. Daveed noticed this and tried to pull back but you held him in place to signal he shouldn't stop. Your eyes watered at the sensation as he continued and you managed to tighten your lips and he let out a strangled moan, you felt his cock twitch and he came quickly into your mouth with a string of profanities leaving his. As he pulled out of your mouth, you felt his cum drip slowly down you chin.
You knew you had gone all the way and you would unpack that later because it had now been 10 minutes since he had walked into the room and you hadn't uttered a word. It's not like he was expecting too much from you, he had just gone about his business getting dressed but it felt weird reliving your night together with him in the room and not speaking. "You want some food?" Daveed asked as he finished up. "I can make something for us."
You felt yourself freak out at the implication of this, you didn't stay after sex. No. You and the guy from the night before did not spend time together after the night in question. You felt it gave men far too much power and you liked being the one in control.
"I was going to get going actually Daveed." You spoke softly, the guilt rose in your chest. You knew you were being stupid, this wasn't just a guy you picked up at a bar and got with, no this was your friend and someone you cherished. Yet your toxic little brain was still screaming at you to run for the hills. Daveed chuckled softly. "Nah, I'm not accepting that girl. Ima go make up some food, there's a towel in the bathroom for you to use and some clothes in the top draw that should fit you."
You were stunned by his blunt response and didn't say another word as he walked out of the room again. You knew you didn't really want to leave and deep down you actually respected his response, so you decided to stay.
You ended up having a lovely day together and you just enjoyed each other's company. It was a simple day, you went to the shops to get hangover snacks and watched a few films. Daveed indulged your inner child and agreed to watch one Toy Story movie, but then made you sit through a crappy action film as payback. It was honestly just two great friends spending the day together, there was no awkwardness about the previous night even though it was in the forefront of both of your minds. About ten minutes into second film you felt yourself grow sleepy and you snuggled up next to Daveed, he placed his arm around you and you drifted off into a light sleep. Your breathing was heavy but the film was loud. As an intense scene was taking place a loud rumble erupted from your tummy and Daveed could help but laugh loudly at you which startled you awake. "I'm so sorry Y/n. I didn't mean to wake you but you don't have to starve while you're here we can order food." He spoke still laughing softly. Your brain was clouded by sleep and confusion, you felt like you had missed the punch line.
"What do you mean?" You inquired.
"Your tummy just made the loudest noise I have ever heard." He smiled at you endearingly.
"Oh did it. Sorry Diggs." You replied still trying to make sense of the world.
"It's chill girl, you don't need to apologise, shall we order some food?" He placed his hand on your thigh tenderly.
You smiled sweetly. "Chinese?" You asked hopefully and he laughed again.
"You got it."
You wasted no more time ordering food and settled back into the chair while you waited for it to arrive. You tried to focus in on the film but you had missed a fair bit and truth be told it was really boring, you fell asleep because of it. You glanced in Daveed's direction slyly and spotted the TV remote next to him and before you had time to think it through you leapt across the sofa so you were vertical in his lap. He was stunned until he realised what you were doing and placed he hands on yours to stop you from taking it. "No Y/n. We're leaving it on." He barked jokingly.
"No it's awful." You tried to pull your hands and the remote free and you wiggled your body, but Daveed was stronger than you and your tangled body only weakened you. He jumped up so your back was against the sofa and he straddled your legs and looked down at you. You were trapped but you had the remote now and thought quickly before you slipped it behind your back and into the waistband of his sweatpants, you poked your tongue out at him.
He laughed at your childish antics. "Y/n, I have no problem taking those off you to get what I want." He spoke playfully.
Your mind went there and you bit back at him. "I'm not stopping you from taking what you want." You bit your lip at your own implication and you saw his eye flicker down your body. He bought himself down to hover over you, he was inches away from your face and you could feel his breath on your lips. You leaned up to meet his lips but the sound of the buzzer bought you back to reality and you both jumped away from one another as though you had been caught in the act. "I'll go get it." Daveed mumbled sheepishly.
For the first time over the last 24 hours it felt awkward, sure the line had been blurred but that was fueled by alcohol. Today has been relatively platonic but now you both had come inches away from making out sober and that would be a lot harder to explain away. Daveed laid out the food on the coffee table along with plates and cutlery. You sat yourself on the floor so you could access the food more easily. Nothing was said while you served up and settled against the foot of the sofa, that awful movie was still playing and you realised you still had the remote in your pants. You bashfully pulled in out and left it on the sofa next to Daveed but he didn't touch it. Instead he focused all of his attention on his dish of food, he pretended it was giving him a ted talk.
After five long minutes of dead silence between you both, Daveed finally spoke. "Look Y/n. We can dance around one another and for the next six months sleep together drunk and try to pretend this is just sex. But I don't want to do that, it's a waste of time. The sex was amazing and what made it better is that I woke up with one of my best friends the next day, even if she did try to run." He paused to see if you were with him and you turned to face, you didn't quite meet his eyes. "What I am trying to say is I want to see what happens, I don't just want sex, I want the vibe we have outside of that. Y/n I want you."
Your mind raced and you silently freaked out, you opened your mind to say something and closed it again. You repeated this a few times trying find the words, you felt like a fish. "But I am scared, if this doesn't work out I don't want to lose my friend."
"Who said you're going to lose me?" He asked sincerely and took your hand in his. "If it doesn't work out I'm still going to be your friend, but I want to you give this a try. Do you?"
You sat and thought to yourself, commitment was terrifying to you and this wasn't any random guy, this was Daveed. You finally met his gaze and gave into your heart. "Yes I want to give it a go."
You both let out a sigh of relief at your words and he sent a cheesy smile you way. "Okay, no pressure but I'm gunna kiss you now Y/n."
I Will try to fix you: Thomas Jefferson x Reader Preview
Note: Hey guys! So this isn’t power couple chapter 2 yet, I know y’all are waiting for that to come soon too tho, don’t worry I promise it will! Anyways, this idea just came to my head about Thomas and reader being best friends and they go to a college party together but something happened to reader and he is there to help her through it. This is just a preview before the whole thing. Let me know what y’all think and if you want to be tagged! -Cai ♥️
Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault, trauma, depression. if that is triggering for you I’d suggest not to read.
Summary: You and Thomas Jefferson are best friends and would do anything for each other, which is exactly how you ended up at this college party. But when a creep from the football team comes too close to you, you immediately regret your decision. Will Thomas be able to bring his best friend back?
Tags: @sillyteecup
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You sat there, on a cold and empty curb just a few feet away from the house filled with drunk college kids dancing to their hearts content. You just sat there, tears streaming down your face, the moment replaying in your mind.
You came to this party for the sake of your best friend Thomas. You’d rather be at your dorm, pjs on, in bed catching up on your shows. Instead you came for Thomas, your best friend, the man you would do anything for. He begged you to come with him tonight and you just couldn’t say no. But now you wished you had.
“Y/n/n!” You heard that oh so familiar voice call after you from the front door. You quickly wiped your tears to the best of your ability, not wanting him to see your face knowing what he’d do if he did. You cleared your throat before you spoke, “Hey, T!” He frowned, looking you up and down as he sat next to you. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere darling, what’re you doin’ out here all alone for?”
“Oh, sorry.” You looked down apologetically, “I needed some fresh air.” You lied. “It uh, started to get real crowded in there.” “Why didn’t you come and tell me then?” He asked, a bit upset that you had just left the party without warning. “I couldn’t find you! And I needed to get out of there fast, I told Aaron to let you know I’d be out here.” That wasn’t a complete lie, you did in fact look for Thomas for about 30 seconds until the overwhelming feeling of fear had settled into your heart and you needed to get out of this house and away from him.
Thomas looked at you skeptically, “Really?” He asked incredulously. “Because I had just asked Aaron if he’d seen you and he said he hasn’t at all!” You looked down guiltily, “Oh.” “Oh is right!” Thomas let out a small scoff, then sighed. “Sweetheart,” he paused, “What’s going on? Why are you out here all alone? And why were you trying to hide your tears?” You looked at him in disbelief.
“How did y-”
“We’ve been best friends for 7 years now Y/n, I can tell when something’s up.” He looked at you pointedly, “Now, what happened?” His eyes filled with concern as he gently lifted your face to finally see the dried tear stains.
You let out a shaky sigh as the tears started to leave your eyes again. Your lip started to quiver as you shook your head, the tears falling down your face. Thomas gently wiped your tears with his thumb while his other hand rubbed your back.
“T-Thomas...”
“Yes, darlin’?”
“I... I-” Before you could even explain what happened, the sobs took over and your whole body began to shake. Thomas’s eyes widened with worry as he quickly pulled you into a tight embrace, trying to give you all the love and comfort he could.
“Shh.. shh” He cooed, trying to soothe your cries, “I’m here hon, it’s ok, shhh. Whatever it is, I’ll fix it.”
DESCRIPTION: your new life has started, college, a new apartment, your roommate, your camera, and Oakland. what happens when your girls’ night out changes your life forever? Is it worth it? is this really where you thought you’d be in your future?
WORDS: 2.5k
WARNING: alcohol, weed, cursing
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“It’s our last day before school starts. Come on we have to have a girls’ night out” jasmine cried out of the shower. Jasmine has been your best friend since you could walk, it was always an adventure with her. She always knew how to get you out of your comfort zone, and that made you love her more. “exactly! What is worse than a hangover on your first day at a new college.” You shouted while curled up on the couch of your comfortable apartment with a blanket wrapped around you as you scrolled trough Netflix on your laptop. “your first class doesn’t even start till 3 PM, come on y/n. Please, for me!”. She had a point any hangover at that point would be bearable for class. “fine. Only cause its you”. You heard a loud scream from the bathroom, you just knew she was dancing in the shower because she got you to break after an hour of convincing you to let loose. About 20 minutes later she was getting out screaming for you to get ready. “dress slutty, but not too slutty if you know what I mean. Ooooo you know what you should wear? That dress your dad bought you for our 21st birthday party. Daddy’s money is gonna get you laid.”
She laughed as she pulled up her dress. You ran to your room searching through your closet for the dress. When you found it, you put it on, and you looked at yourself and agreed mentally with what jas said about it being perfect. You did light makeup because you knew you would need it because of the breakouts on your forehead. You walked out in the living room and you and jasmine stopped and looked at each other, “damn we are fine” you said cheerfully. You and jas did a few runway walks and considered each look to be phenomenal. Jas grabbed the blunt she rolled up while she waited for you and walked down to your car. You smoked it on the way to the club. As you stumbled out of the car you and jas promised each other to not get to drunk. “no shots, fruity drinks only, and we can get tipsy so we can be in the right headspace for the night.” You demanded as jas shot you a glared look and she started laughing but you knew it was only the high. “fine” she answered as you gave her a testing look. You walked in and the confidence you had at the apartment left as you saw all of the gorgeous woman dancing with their friends. You headed to a table while jasmine ordered some drinks for you. you could feel the music in your bones. When she sat down, she looked at you flustered. “what happened to you? You look like you could another blunt.” You said trying to make her ease up. “this guy, I mean a creep at the least. he looked 50 y/n. what does he think this is a nursing home?” you laughed at the remark she made. You sipped on your drinks as you scanned the room, seeing someone looking at jas. “someone seems to find you pretty.” You hinted at the guy. “he is cute” she said getting up walking towards him, leaving you alone to drink. You fiddled with your straw. You felt the seat beside you sink in and decided jasmine had returned. “so, what’s the deal, he thinks you’re too much?” you looked up and your eyes widened as you saw a man with dark skin smiling at you, his head was full of dark tight curls. “oh um, I’m s-sorry I thought you were someone else.” God was he gorgeous. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks whether it was from embarrassment or the man in front of you. “no, no I understand your friend is flirting with my bro over there. Thought she came back already?” he said with a reasonable tone. “so, what’s that name sweetheart?” he questioned you quickly with a grin. “it doesn’t concern you.” You said with a small smile. “oh, I think it does” he said with a smirk. “I’m daveed, now your turn.” Your eyes fell to the now known stranger’s arms in his Oakland t-shirt. His biceps were ripped. You could tell he spent his spare time in the gym. “take a picture it last longer”. He snapped you out of the daydream you were in. “I’m y/n”. you could feel the heat rise up to your face because he caught you starting. “nice to meet you Y/n”. “you as well daveed”. You talked for awhile and learned small things about each other. You felt your phone buzz and looked down at a message from jasmine.
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Text message
Jasmine🤪: hey so sorry but that guy, yeah, his name is Anthony. Mega hot 🥵. But so, I am leaving with him so see you at home tomorrow. Sorry!
y/n🥴: it’s all good i’m chilling with his friend daveed. So so hot, but it’s all good maybe i’ll get lucky too. USE PROTECTION
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You looked down with a face that could either be a smile or a frown. “what’s wrong sweetheart” he said pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. “oh, nothing jasmine just left without me you know with Anthony. So yeah, I have to go home, and I am a little tipsy so I can’t drive, and my car is on the parking deck.” You said with a small frown. “I haven’t had anything to drink. I can drive you home. And I rode here with Anthony, so I don’t have a ride either. I can just uber home after I drop you off.” “oh no I can’t ask that of you. I’m fine I just need to call an uber and get my car in the morning.” “I can tell your new here, leaving your car alone in Oakland, yeah no not gonna happen. Let’s get you home.” “fine if you insist” you smiled up at him with a flash of red covering your cheeks.
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He walked you up to your apartment and helped you get inside. “thank you, you really didn’t have to do this.” You looked him in the eye. He seemed nervous, that was the first time you had seen him like that. “yeah I should get going though, I have stuff to do tomorrow.” You could feel a frown growing, you kind of wanted him to stay, your buzz from the drinks was gone so you couldn’t blame it on that. You genuinely wanted to spend more time with him. “you could stay if you wanted” you bit down on your bottom of your lip as his eyes widen at the statement that just left your lips. He walked toward you and rested his hand on your cheek and he moved closer to you. You could feel his breathe on your nose. He wasn’t lying about not drinking, his breath still smelt like mint. You stood on your toes to reach his lips and he pressed down on yours. I wasn’t hard, it was rather gentle. Perfectly passed, you knew were the night was headed as he tugged towards the straps of your dress.
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you opened your eyes adjusting to the sunlight. You were about get up and brew yourself a cup of coffee. You looked at the time. 2:16 PM. You started out of bed when an arm restrained you to the bed. “OMG daveed, get up I’m going to be late…daveed wake up.” You shook him until he groaned “what?!” “I need you to go now. I’m going to be late.” He raised a brow and checked the time on his phone. His eyes widen at the time. “fuck I’m late I was sup- I’m sorry y/n I shouldn’t have slept here anyway.” He jumped out of bed grabbing his jeans sliding them on and throwing his shirt over his head and walked to the door but then he paused. “I had a good time last night”He smirked and walked out the door and shut it. You just knew your cheeks were bright red after that comment. You rushed to the bathroom and cleaned yourself from the mess daveed made of you. You looked at all the hickeys covering almost every inch of your body, one way to high and to purple to cover. You jumped in the shower and washed your body and then threw clothes on and concealer to try and cover up the bruises. And left the apartment.
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You rushed into your class, luckily your professor was late for that class. You sat in what looked like the only seat left, which happened to be near the front. You grabbed your laptop out of your bag and grabbed your pen and a notebook and got ready for class. You were looking through your notification on your phone. “I’m sorry I’m late class, I’m professor Diggs.” You looked up at the oddly familiar voice and your eyes widen as you saw your professor standing struggling with his bag. DAVEED?! You started to sink in your seat, as he looked up to the class you saw a hickey that you left under his jaw and clearly you weren’t the only one to notice it. “Diggs nice hickey” a shout from the back of the class caused him to freeze. He looked around for who said it but instead all he found was you trying to hide your face, but more importantly the matching hickey on your jaw. His eyes widen at the sight of you. “yeah funny we get I have a hickey. Okay time for class. I know I am a lot younger than most professors, but I promise you I am qualified to teach you how to capture masterpieces through a lens. You will learn the difference between a good and great picture. Now let’s get started everybody take out your syllabus and let’s go over the Curriculum of the year”. His eyes seemed frustrated but confused at the sight of you in his class. He searched your eyes for an answer, but nothing was given. Throughout class you just avoided eye contact with daveed. As he walked through the aisle when he passed you, he slipped you a note. You couldn’t find it in you to open it, so you just slide it under you laptop.it felt like a lifetime before class ended and it was like living hell. You tried to hide your thoughts about last night and you knew you had to talk to Jas. When you packed your bag, you found the note and when people around you walked out you opened it. It read “meet me in my office we need to talk”. You finished packing up slowly and you walked towards his office. You had a lump in your throat when he told you “come in”. you expected a him to yell at you, to be pissed. “you left out a lot about your life when we were at the bar.” He chuckled. You looked up at him when he said this because it confused you. “well you did too, a simple hey I am your teacher, lets fuck. Would have sufficed.” He looked at you with a look you knew nothing good would come from. “y/n, I am sorry, I never would have come onto you if I knew you were my student.” He pleaded. “I wouldn’t have either if I knew you were my teacher” he laughed. “but this, us, can never happen again. It was inappropriate, and I could lose my job over this. I am sorry if made you feel uncomfortable in class at all. You have to understand I will not be able to be a good teacher to you because of this.” He demanded. You were confused. “you are my teacher, how am I supposed to pass if you won’t teach me. That’s unfair. You can’t let last night’s stupid mistake make you not teach me. I am passionate about photography. It is my everything.” He looked at you with frown, “you think last night was stupid mistake”. “ye- wait what”. “It was inappropriate, yes, but It was still fun. I really enjoyed it. I just can’t lose my job because I enjoyed my time with a student. Please understand. I will try my best to teach you, but I do not want to make you uncomfortable.” “I’ll be fine I just I have always gone to my teacher about stuff and I want to still be able to do that my teachers always helped me through my troubles, especially when it came to my classwork.” You laughed. “so, I’ll see you Thursday y/n”“yeah I guess you will, bye daveed… I mean professor diggs.” You were kind of embarrassed by the mess up. “if you want me to be there for you in your troubles, we will have to be friends so, its daveed” he gave you a smile. “i- yes sir” “no, none of that sir shit, I among old yet when I turn 60 you can call me that.” “I called you sir when you were fucking me, you didn’t have a problem then”. You joked. His eyes widen, “out! Now before we get caught.”
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“you slept with your teacher!” Jas screamed into her phone. “yes, now will you shut up before people hear you on my phone.” You looked around for people trying to nose their way into your conversation. “y/n when I told you to let loose this was not what I had in mind. Oh, by the way Anthony invited us to a party he is throwing with his friends.” “daveed isn’t going to be there right? Because I can’t end up in bed with him again. My legs can’t handle that again, I barely could walk this morning. And you should have seen what this man did to my skin, I have never had so many hickeys placed on me. I of course left some on him and he dint even bother covering them, a student called him out on one I left on his jaw, and the dude didn’t even hide what it was he just said ‘yeah I have a hickey we get it’ like the fuck.” “hey, I got to go Anthony is calling me.” “okay bye much love.”
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“hey, you’re that new girl in professor diggs class, right?” a guy ran up to you. “yeah why?” you worried he over heard your conversation. “look what we have here. Looks like diggs wasn’t the only one to get some last night.”
A/N: I finally finished a series!I can’t believe I stated this in July 2017. Although I’m sad to see it go, I am writing another short part to this series. This time I won’t post it until all the parts the finished so it won’t take me months to post. I hope you all enjoyed this as much as I did!
Six Years Later
Daveed wrapped his arms around me as he spun me around the dance floor. I returned his grin, happy to be with him again. He leaned down to softly kiss my forehead.
He returned to New York and stayed, doing most of his work from my tiny apartment. It started to feel more like home when I came back to see him every night. In the time we spent together, we went on more dates and he asked me to be his girlfriend. About six months later, he had to leave again for filming. It was tough seeing him leave again, but this time felt different, especially after establishing our relationship. We both knew we wanted this to work and there was no hiding it.
“Why are you smiling?”, I questioned
“Just remembering the day you told me you got another promotion”, he smirked as he twirled me,“You were so excited”
“How could I not be?”
I nervously looked around the airport, searching for Daveed. I needed to tell him the real reason I flew to California, but I didn’t know how to say it. There’s no way he would hate what I had to say.I jumped as an arm wrapped around my waist and someone buried their face into my neck.
“I missed you”, he grinned as he squeezed me tighter
“I missed you too”
We hadn’t seen each other physically in seven months, only phone calls and video chat. Missing him was a part of the problem, but finally being in the same state again made it all worth it. We sat in the car, talking about how the soundtrack and work were coming along. Nothing much has changed, we fell back into our same routine.
“You can have my room”, he said as he pulled my suitcase through the door
“Where will you sleep?”
“There’s a guest bedroom”
“And why would you be sleeping there when I’ll be in your room?”
“Uhh...I don’t know why I would even suggest that. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever and--”
“Daveed”, I giggled, “We shared a bed in New York and you ate me out in that same bed. Nothing has changed”
“Okay, yeah”, he said cracking a smile as he put my suitcase down, “So what’s the reason behind this mystery visit?”
“Well, work has been pretty great for me lately. They fired Jeremy--”
“Good. You never saw him again, right?”
“I never saw him after he made a scene for being fired”, I groaned at the memory
Jeremy lost his mind when he found out that he was losing his mind. He tried to attack me, Ava, and Gina in front of everyone and had to escorted out the building by security. He’s banned from the building now. Daveed was ready to fly out to stay with me, but I convinced him otherwise.
He visibly relaxed as I took his hand and sat on the bed.
“Sooooo, I’ve been pretty busy at work because my boss has been giving me the chance to help other companies. I thought it was weird that he was pushing me so hard, but I found out he was doing it for a reason. Last week they promoted me and gave me Jeremy’s position”, I cheered feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders
“Babe that’s great”, he rejoiced as he kissed my cheek over and over
“Daveed wait. There’s more”, I giggled, “The promotion is for another location...it’s here in California”
Daveed paused above me, eyes growing wide. His smile grew.
“You’re moving here?”
I nodded.
“No more long distance phone calls and video chat. Or missing phone calls and video chats”, he said excitedly, “You can move in with me, we can have dates on Fridays like we did before and...are you alright?”
“You want me to move in with you?”
“Yes”, he said kissing my lips, “Only if it’s alright with you. We lived with each other before. It’ll be different this time”
“Yeah”, I smiled, “This time we won’t have to worry about any of us moving away anymore. This is our home now”
“Ou...that’s a yes!”, he pulled me into him, attacking my face with kisses again, “God I love you”
The attack stopped immediately as he looked everywhere but my eyes. He started to pull away from me until I grabbed his arm and placed my hand on his face.
“I love you too”
We spent the rest of the evening in each other's’ arms catching up on our lives and kissing.
“If I recall correctly, you were way more excited than I was”
“Maybe”, he agreed, kissing my cheek, “I was ready to move to New York for you. As much as I love California, I love being near you more”
He spun me around the dance floor a few more times before we took our seats along with everyone else. We could see Ava and Gina from our seats. Gina was feeding Ava a piece of cake. They looked happier than ever.
“I can’t believe it’s been five years already”, I reminisced
“I know. Their wedding was so much fun. I liked meeting their families”
“Me too. Ava’s cousin seemed to like you a little too much”, I groaned as I rolled my eyes at the memory
“You put her in her place though. She’s got nothing on you baby”
We shared another kiss. The entire night Daveed couldn’t keep his hands and lips off of me.
“I remember talking to Gina’s dad afterwards. He told me you were a keeper. Everyone thought we were already married. I knew I wanted to marry you, but work kept getting in the way for the both of us. That night at the Oscars I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. Seeing you so happy drove me crazy in a good way. I couldn’t picture not spending the rest of my life with you”, he acclaimed, staring at me dreamily
The room was dimly lit when I came home from work. There were rose petals leading me to my bedroom as music softly played in the background.
Daveed must have had a great day.
When I stepped in our room, the rose petals stopped at our bed. He was standing in front of the mirror putting a shirt one. He hummed to the music, distracted, as he buttoned his shirt.
“What’s the occasion baby?”
Daveed jumped, finally noticing my presence, “When did you get home? I thought you weren’t supposed to get here until five?”
“It is five”
“Oh”, he blushed, “I wanted to do something special for you. We haven’t had much time to ourselves lately and I just wanted you to know how much you mean to me”
He stepped away from me as I sat down to take off my shoes, then placed a book in my hands. It was a scrapbook with a picture of the two of us on my old couch in New York. We planned a special date night for each other, only for it to start pouring down. We decided to spend the rest of the evening indoors, playing board games like the first time we got snowed in.
The scrapbook had pictures of us from various moments in our life, there pictures of Gina, Ava, and I in Vegas before we ran into Daveed, Rafa, and Adrienne and vice versa. All the pictures had a description beneath them telling our story. It was a wild story, but it was ours and I loved all of it. The final page didn’t have a picture, only six words.
‘And they lived happily ever after?’
When I looked up in confusion, Daveed was in front of me on one knee with a ring in his hand. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I stared at his bright grin.
“Yes”
“Baby, I haven’t even asked you yet”, he laughed
“I already know my answer. Yes, I want to be with you. I want to marry you and only you”
More tears fell as he placed the ring on my and held my cheeks in my hand. He kissed me again and again.
“We’re getting married”, he beamed
“Second time's the charm”
Before I could say anything, the DJ made an announcement, “Now that everyone is seated, we need the bride to the dance floor to throw the bouquet”
“Looks like that’s your queue Mrs. Diggs”, he kissed me again and helped me out of my seat
We boarded our flight hours later, exhausted out of our minds.
“At least we get to sleep for a couple hours”, he mumbled
“We only have a couple hours before our layover. We might as well stay awake”
The entire time we were planning our wedding, he made a big deal over our honeymoon. He refused to tell me where we were going. All I knew was I needed my passport.
“Did I ever tell you where we’ll be spending our layover?”
“No”, I groaned, “You wouldn’t tell me anything”
“Our layover is in Vegas. Just for old times sake...even though we’re only staying for a night”
“Maybe we’ll stay in the same room”, I grinned
“With the way that week played out, I’ll be be surprised if I actually remember the hotel we were in”
“We can make this visit as memorable as the last time without the surprise marriage”
“The only other surprise would be getting---”
“No”, I gasped,“Not yet”
Daveed laughed as the plane started to take off. Ever since the wedding, he’s been staring at me with this dreamy look in his eye.
“Our story is a little insane, but I can’t wait to tell it to our kids one day”
The grin that spread across his face was infectious.
“A little? You’re down playing it a bit. We drunkenly got married, then were forced to stay married, we caused a lot of problems that could have been avoided, started dating while still married, got divorced, kept dating, then moved in together, and got married...again”
“I played it down slightly”
“Did you think we would end up here?”
“Yeah”, he said as he played with ring on my finger,“When I moved in with you, I knew. Waking up next to you every morning and going to bed with you in my arms every night made me wonder what it would be like if it were permanent. You and I living under the same roof, not having to worry about when I would have to leave”
“But you waited?”
“You’re worth the wait”
Daveed kissed the back of my hand. I laid my head on his shoulder and began to doze off with a grin on my face. There was nothing in that moment that could be more perfect.
Who would have thought that one trip to Vegas would have changed my life in the best way possible.
Part One | (Lemme know if you guys want a part 2 :’)
A/N: Some spicy Diggs for you on this fine evening, hope you guys enjoy! Also let me know if you guys want a part two with,,, i dunno,,, thyme and aragon ?? LOL get it bc thyme and aragon are spices,, ok i’m done luv u guys <3
T/W: swearing, intense makeout session, grinding
Word count: 796
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“Y/N, Can I have some help with my mic? I kind of messed it up doing the Lafayette bun.” Daveed popped his head out of his dressing room.
“Yeah, sure! Hold on, let me see.” You walked into the dressing room, shutting the door behind you since you wouldn’t be able to focus with Lin and Alex’s overly loud singing. You walked over to Daveed and reached up to adjust the mic that rested on top of his head, which was difficult considering he was pretty tall.
“Could you tilt your head slightly down?” You were unaware that this brought the both of you two closer than ever, almost closing the gap between your faces as you fidgeted with his mic to adjust it. You bit your lip, something you often did when you were in deep concentration which also drove Daveed mad, especially with you this close.
“There you go! All set!” You smiled before shifting your gaze from the mic on the top of his head to his face, which was much closer than it had ever been. Your voice audibly hitched as you two stared each other down.
“Y/N..” Daveed whispered before pressing your lips together.
The kiss was like liquid fire, burning with passion and left you needing more. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his arms snaked around your waist. He tugged you closer, eliminating any distance that existed between you two. There was kiss after kiss after kiss, and it wasn’t long before your tongues made their way to greeting each other.
His hands trailed down your lower back and rested on your ass, squeezing gently, resulting in him drawing a small moan from you.
“You’re incredible.” He groaned during a quick break to catch your breath. You smiled and attached your lips together once again, melting into him.
Everything was perfect.
Not breaking the kiss for a moment, he stumbled the both of you over to a wall, pinning you against it. You gasped into the kiss when you felt his hard member press up against your thigh.
“Shit, D.” You whispered, loving the way he made you feel.
“Fuck, Y/N, Jump.” You did what you were told and soon your weight was being supported by his arms and the wall. Your legs were wrapped around his waist as you continued to make out.
You lightly grinded your against his dick, moaning lightly while doing so.
“Holy shit.” He let out a low, almost inaudible, groan into your ear.
Both of you had forgotten where you were at but were soon reminded when there was knock on the door.
Your eyes had shot open as Daveed hurriedly put you down and you rushed to make it look like you were fixing his mic. Although you were still panting from the heated makeout session the two of you just had.
“Yeah?” You called, your voice hoarse and raspy from the kiss. Daveed smirked when you cleared your throat to call out more clearly.
“Help?” The door had opened to reveal Anthony with a broken hair elastic.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” You let out a loose laugh, still panting slightly. Your mind was still frazzled from the kiss.
You took your hands off of Daveed’s mic, looking him in the eye before you started to walk towards Anthony, sliding an elastic off your arm and tying up his hair into a low ponytail.
“Okay, you’re set.” You smiled at Anthony, secretly mad at him for breaking your intimate moment with Daveed.
“Everyone’s chilling in the main room, you guys coming?” Anthony questioned.
You mentally cursed, knowing that you wouldn’t have a moment alone with Daveed for a full two hours.
“Sure.” You followed him out of the dressing room, Daveed trailing behind.
“Y/N, are you okay? You seem flustered!” Pippa came to greet you.
“Y-yeah, it’s just hot.” I made up an excuse.
“Y/N, it’s like seventy-eight degrees.” Anthony commented.
“Well-”
“And what’s with you Diggs? You’re way too quiet right now, earlier you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.” Anthony turned to his close friend.
“I- Uh,” Daveed began, stuttering on any word that found its way out of his mouth.
“Ooh-Hoo! What happened back there?” Anthony teased us in front of the rest of the cast.
“Nothing.” Daveed and I said in unison.
I facepalmed as the rest of the cast whistled and started to make innuendos.
“Places!” The stage manager called. Everyone scattered to get to where they needed. I let out a breath of relief before plopping myself onto the couch, closing my eyes.
“Don’t get too comfy, I’ll need more mic help later.” Daveed whispered into my ear before walking off like nothing happened.
Story: the reader is immortal; she spends the eternity searching for her significant other only for him to die soon after they meet. The moment they meet he regains the memories of his past self.
Reader x daveed
30 minutes later, here she is standing in front of the theatre. The crowed is way larger than what she expected to say the least. Looks like people are setting high expectations for this musical. Her thoughts drifted to her friend back-stage and she prayed for any higher power up there to help him through this night. Few minutes later the doors opened and the crowd started moving and each person was seated in his proper place. She was lucky enough to get a seat in the 3 row a little a bit to the right side, she couldn’t be any happier with her place. She had to remember to thank Lin later for this great gift. Next to her sat a beautiful woman accompanied by a small child. The two women exchanged greetings and (y/n) soon recognized her as Lin’s wife and his little son. He did show her a picture of them on vacation when they first met. Vanessa also recognized (Y/n) from Lin’s stories about her and their little meetings. She was happy that they finally met. They continued to exchange small-talks until the lights turned off the show started. The curtains opened and the music filled the air, (y/n) was enjoying the show for the first 30 seconds. Suddenly, she heard his voice a shiver ran down her spine. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her again. She was extremely close to the stage, she could clearly see him. Same hair, same face, same height, same everything. Her hands started to get clammy. She wanted to dash out of the room and hide in the safety of her home but her body refused to move, it’s like she was gravitated toward him. She hoped that he couldn’t see her, that the lights were too bright for him to be able to focus on her. But the light was clearly not a problem. Lin was able to sneak a smile your way and a wink to Vanessa at which she giggled and blushed. They were too adorable honestly. (y/n) tried to calm herself, but she couldn’t help admiring him from far. Her eyes followed him, she loved the way he moved, and the way he smiled made her feel warm on the inside. Soon enough she lost herself inside her head. She started remembering the times they shared over and over and over again. She started imagining what it will be like this time, her thoughts drifted to how it will end. Her stomach twisted at the idea, it made her sick. She couldn’t bear to watch him die again slipping between her fingers. Her heart can only take so much pain and grief. The first act came to a closure so she grabbed her bag and started to leave only for Vanessa to grab her by the arm’ (y/n) you’re leaving? The show is not over yet! Lin will be so sad if he won’t find you later.’ Her heart started to beat faster she would do anything to avoid meeting him although she didn’t want to disappoint her friend. She had to come up with a lie to escape to the safety of her home. ‘I’m sorry Vanessa but I’m not feeling too well I must leave, please tell Lin that I’m really sorry’ she responded. Vanessa spoke again her voice laced with worry ‘do you need me to call a cab for you or anything?’ (y/n) reassured the brunette saying she would be ok and that she will call her and Lin when she feels better. Both women said their goodbyes and (y/n) left the theatre in a hurry, the raid back home was longer than usual, her head started to hurt and she felt so overwhelmed. She surely didn’t expect her night to turn out this way. She walked into her room and throw herself on her bed all she needs right now is sleep, tomorrow she’ll think of how to avoid him.
