Here is the teaser of my new Daveed/Bay Boy/Hamilfam fic.
Big thanks @royallyprincesslilly (one of the best to ever do it) for inspiring me to leap into the tumblr fic world. All of the great Daveed/Rafa blogs are dope as well. I hope that you enjoy. Please let me know if you like it. Like, comment, reblog, and ask me anything!
Title: Fresh Squeeze
Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall
Set in 2023, post-pandemic
Warnings: Cursing, Angsty Angst, Smut, Mentions of Death, Addictions, Notions of Infidelity. Lots of Plot.
Plot: Linden Marshall is in her third year of law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic. Linden’s boyfriend is Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible. They’ve been together for years, and they know everything about each other including her trauma and his addictions. She swears she’s in love.
What happens when Mark gets a role on Broadway in Rafa & Daveed’s Blindspotting adaptation, Bay Boys, and Daveed & Linden’s worlds collide?
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Isabela, PR. May 2023
You pulled on Mark's t-shirt and basketball shorts and made your way to the kitchen which had floor to ceiling windows and glass doors facing the ocean. It was breathtaking. The doors were open and the ocean breeze felt amazing.
"Good morning sunshine!"
You turned to see Daveed at the stove, greeting you and smiling.
He was wearing an orange Oakland tank top and some pajama pants slung low on his hips. You smiled at his hair, which was tied up in two curly puffs at the front, with the back down in his wild curls. Even though it was an odd hairstyle for a grown man, you knew the curl life. And it did not take away from his masculinity. Not. At. All.
Besides, his curly puffs gave you a place to focus rather than on his well-muscled arms. His hair reminded of when your mom did your hair only to have Dell try to pull your pony tails out as soon as she dismissed you from the kitchen chair. Ya’ll would get into so much trouble for fighting yet again. The thought gave you a warm feeling at the memory as you smiled wider and patted your own pineappled hair.
Damn, her smile is a killer, Daveed thought as he watched you look around the kitchen for other signs of life. Now he was glad that he couldn’t sleep, and that he decided to be productive. He would have the chance to talk to you. As friends. Yeah. He nodded to himself, trying to emphasize that last thought. Friends.
Fuck. He was in serious trouble.
Noticing that you and he were the only two humans in the kitchen and sniffing the air for the delicious smell that was wafting over from the stove, you finally greeted Daveed.
"Good morning, D. Looks like everyone else is still knocked the fuck out. I guess ya’ll partied way past two in the morning. I could not hang.” The other six friends were nowhere to be found.
You laughed, yawned and stretched. Daveed turned back to the stove, cursing to himself. Damn, he thought. You were so damn fine. But also off-limits.
“Calm the fuck down boy,” he whispered.
“What’s that?” You ventured over to see Diggs making French toast and bacon. Your stomach rumbled.
"I said sit down. Sounds like you’re hungry, haha. We gotta feed you. Grab some fruit over there and I'll serve you right up."
You grabbed something and sat down at the bar facing the windows. When Diggs turned to offer you some fresh oj, you didn't notice him watching you eat your banana. Your lips were going to be a problem for him. When you looked away from the ocean, Daveed turned back to the stove and looked over his shoulder to smile at you.
His smile made you feel some kind of way.
"Do they really call you Smiley?"
Daveed laughed, a sound that was quite nice.
“You got me Lindy. What gave it away?”
You tilted your head, convinced that he was fucking with you. When he winked and turned back to the stove to the food, you just shook your head and ate the rest of your banana, positive that he was fucking with you.
Meanwhile, Diggs was trying to stop himself from thinking about fucking with you. He did not need to watch you eat a banana. You were his friend’s girl. This was not a thing.
You smiled back at Diggs’ broad back. The more you hung out, the more you got to know him. This morning he seemed different than when everyone was hangin in the group.
He turned to plate some food for you and he smiled again, shaking his head.
“Most times it’s a nervous tick.”
You were confused. “What’s a nervous tick?”
“My smile. I'm actually a really shy person. Most times my smile is a defense mechanism.”
You were not sure about all that. Daveed had to know how he affected people.
“I’m not sure I believe that. Man. You are famous for performing in front of hundreds of people a night. You’re on tv, movies, for goodness sake! I ain’t boo boo the fool.”
Daveed’s laugh filled the kitchen.
“I am shy, but I get my energy from crowds. I'm an introverted extrovert. Ya feel me?"
You nodded, understanding. You noticed that he was fiddling with the spatula he had in his hand. He really was awkward. It was sweet. Diggs continued.
"When I perform, I'm probably under the influence."
Pause.
"Hold up. What?"
You suddenly remembered your sleeping boyfriend in the other room. You did not want Mark to backslide into addiction. You didn't know this about Daveed. He caught your panicked look.
"Oh, I'm not an addict, haha." That laugh and that smile. It automatically put you at ease.
"It just takes a little. Drink; like last night. Adrenaline; when I used to run track. Now it's performing."
Daveed watched you carefully, gauging whether or not to continue. Fuck it, he thought. He felt as comfortable with you as when he first met Rafa.
"You know what the best drug is?"
You cocked your head to the side, intrigued despite yourself. That smile. It was angelic and so opposite of what came out of his mouth next.
"Fucking. You know? When it's that good good. Or even better, that feeling when you haven't smashed, but the sexual tension is everything?"
There was suddenly little air in the room. You had to open your mouth to get oxygen. Oh. You knew the feeling alright. You gulped down your orange juice and continued eating.
"Hard-dick dopamine delivers every time." He said it so casually.
You choked on your bacon. Daveed came up beside you.
"Raise your arms above your head.”
You turned toward him, held your arms up and he helped you, his hands holding your hands up. You stopped coughing pretty quickly but you stared at each other with your small wrists in his large hands. Daveed shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.
“You good?" His voice had to be a couple of octaves lower. You had to slam your mind shut at that moment.
You gaped for a second, mouth still open, then laughed and nodded, pulling your arms slightly to get him to release them. Daveed let go, stepped back and laughed along.
"But yeah. Back to what we were talking about...It just takes a little high, and I'm a completely different person."
You watched him as he crossed his chocolate arms.
"So what's your drug? Your motivation?"
That was something you didn't want to think about too hard. You tried to avoid his eyes. You cleared your throat and took another drink.
