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
(y/n) has recently moved to NYC after she got a job in a prestigious company. It didn’t take her long to get accustomed to the big city life and she quickly managed to fit in and build a fairly large network of relationships. Her lively personality and charming looks helped her create millions of friendships along the years and this time is no difference. Soon enough she meet Lin-Manuel. He was a short guy with fierce brown eyes and shoulder length hair. They set across from each other in a little book store and happened to be reading the same book. The moment they noticed the book in each other hands they clicked… their friendship was meant to be. They would meet at the same book store and sit at the same spot and talk for hours and hours. He would bring her coffee and she would buy him different kinds of cake and sweets. They never talked about their work until one day Lin brought up the subject. They exchanged endless stories about their work places and gossiped for hours about their co-workers. He told her all about his new musical and asked her to attend it. Being the theatre nerd she is she accepted in a heartbeat. In a matter of a few days she was in her bedroom getting prepared for opening night. She let her (h/c) hair down, wore a velvety deep blue dress and some make up to enhance her natural beauty. She glanced at her reflection one last time in the mirror as she walked toward the door. Her phone buzzed as she sat in the taxi on her way toward the Richard Rodgers.
Linny: I’m so exited...
Linny: I’m ‘bout to pass out
Linny: I can’t wait to hear your opinion about the show.
Linny: one more thing don’t leave after the show is over I’ll send someone to get you. You’re partying back stage with us!!!!
Linny: the crew is so excited to meet you
Linny: ok ok I need to stop rambling I need to get ready
Linny: wish me luck!!
(y/n): breathe Lin you got this. I know you’ll do great and can’t wait to see you. Break a leg.
Linny: yeeeeey I’m as hyped as a teenage girl right now!!
(y/n): I can tell. Now get your ass of that phone.
She smiled as she read these texts ‘this will be a great night’ she said to herself. Little did she know this night would mark the beginning of a new chapter of her life. She admired the flickering lights of the city and the busy crowds passing by the taxi’s window. The city usually seems in chaos but tonight something seems different. The light seemed softer and the crowds seemed to move slower. Everything seemed so peaceful and felt so nostalgic. Little did she know this was the calm before the storm.
Imagine after a long, trying day, you come into your place and find your boyfriend, Daveed, lounging on the couch, casually sipping a pinot grigio. He offers you some... you set it aside with his own glass, and climb onto his lap instead. This is your view.
The hum is low in his throat, as his eyes travel up your body appreciatively. His indecisive hands finally fall to rest on your hips as he asks about your day; you don’t want to talk about it, and that’s fine. Everything is fine.
You stare down at him, at the little smile playing at his lips as he fiddles with the hem of your shirt. You know he wants to get under it. You want him to as well, but first, you lean down to ghost your lips over his. He knows you’re playing with him, and he’s not about to ruin the game.
Eventually, after dancing around the inevitable for a minute, you press a soft, deep kiss to his lips. He responds by trailing his hands up to your shoulders, rubbing little, sensual circles into your skin with his thumbs and sending tiny shivers of pleasure through you.
“Are you going to do something about my bra, Diggs?” you whisper, and his smile grows.
“Later, hun... for now,” he pulls a little, catching you as you tumble down against his chest, “Lay with me and forget the world.”
Description: Female!Reader x Daveed. You’re partying at the Wave House in San Diego, when you run into a very attractive stranger who buys you some very expensive tequila. Who are you to refuse?
Genre: Smut
Rating: M for bathroom fucking and dirty talk.
Notes: This is set when Hamilton was in its Public days, so Daveed’s pretty much just begun work on it. Ft. my favourite clippng song and Rafa because Rafa is huggy bear. (I don’t know if he can surf- just go with it shh)
The ocean air was a relief to your lungs- San Diego never disappointed for a vacation. Pacific Beach was one of your favourite places to go, be it for a morning tan, sunset bike ride, or a night at a party you were sure to regret in the morning. Of course, you never could bring yourself to regret it the next day, as the west coast vibe just kept you in a good place.
The night breeze rolling off the nearby waves sends you shivering in your bikini top and shorts, but just as soon as it comes, it’s replaced by a wave of warmth from the fire pits. The nearby screams of Belmont Park ring out through the night with the music, the Big Dipper coaster roaring by every so often. Where you are, the bar is crowded, the flow barrell is still open, (flow rider is closed; the kids had all gone home hours ago), and the music is loud. Sauntering over to the steps where people are watching someone surf the barrel, you lift your beer to your mouth, drinking the last of it. The guy on the wave’s been up there for a while; he has dirty blonde hair and a couple of tattoos up his arms... not bad looking, you think.
You consider the guys around you, wondering how many of them would try and come onto girls looking to get lucky tonight. You had really just come out here for a good time, and you certainly weren’t in the mood for any half-baked pick-up lines from a... well, half baked guy.
Until you approach the bar, and find a drink plopped down in front of you.
“Thanks for the gift,” you smirk, and the bartender, (who looks a little like Shaggy Rogers, and stoned enough for it too) just puts up his hands.
“Hey man, normally it would be on the house for a pretty chick like you... but this one’s from Corbin Bleu over there-” he leans in close, smirking, “Dude’s been eye-fucking you all night.”
Your eyes follow his gestures, and you see a guy with curly hair in a black Oaklandish tank staring over; he looks familiar to you, for some reason. He doesn’t smirk at you, doesn’t wink, doesn’t do anything usually cheesy... just gives a small wave, offering a genuine smile your way. Interest piqued, you lift the glass his way in thanks, and tip it back.
Patron. Expensive tequila. Who is this dude?
Bringing it down from your mouth, he’s gone.
“So... you accepted my drink,” his voice said behind you, speaking over the roar of the music and the cheers of the surfer’s growing audience, “Can I assume you’re a little interested?”
“A little,” you reply nonchalantly, swishing the ice around at the bottom. You swivel around to look him over up close, admiring the toned muscles he’s got all the way up his arms, flexing every time he makes a move. Suddenly, a new song begins- Summertime, by clippng. “God, I love this song,” you mutter, getting up to sway your hips a little to the californian style beat. The guy immediately laughs, ducking his head. “What?” you scowl, ready to defend your taste, “They’re a great band.”
“Yeah, we are,” he laughs, and your eyes widen.
“Oh fuck! Are you-”
“My name’s Daveed Diggs, I’m... the vocalist of this band, yeah.”
“It didn’t even hit me...” Your eyes widen.
“Well, at least you didn’t say we were shit,” he grins, “Then you’d be in an even more awkward position than I am.” You can’t help but adopt his infectious beam and laugh with him.
“No, but... I do really love this song,” you murmur, lifting your arms above your head to move a little more freely, “You guys are great.” When your eyes open again, you catch his own eyes dropping down to your chest... you realize the bikini top you were wearing had no support whatsoever, and the button of your shorts had snapped off months ago, so...
It's summer, that pot stick
Block burning, G's banging on the beach
White tees, no socks shit
Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock
“Where do you live?” you ask, because talking more would probably eventually lead to talking less.
“Far away from here,” he grins endearingly, “New York, actually.”
“New York? Shit, what’re you doing all the way out here?”
“A bay boy’s gotta come back to his roots when he’s got the time. ‘Course, San Diego’s no Oakland, but the nightlife here is lit.”
“Can’t disagree,” you smile, “Is it a good scene in New York?”
“Busy as all hell right now,” Daveed huffs, “It really is the city that never sleeps, and I can see why. I’m in workshops right now for this rap musical about the founding fathers...”
“Rapping founding fathers?”
“Yup,” Daveed frowns, “Terrible idea, fucking brilliant music. Guy who created it’s a genius.”
“Who’re you gonna play?” you murmur, biting your lip, “The guy on the ten? He’s hot.”
“Ha! No, he’s the title role. I’m the guy on the two.”
“I could try and remember who’s on the two, but I’m a little tipsy and I kind of don’t care about the order of the presidents right now,” you smirk, and he laughs loudly, subconsciously leaning in closer.
“That makes two of us.”
“Mmm... wanna buy me another tequila?” you suddenly come out and ask, feeling bold as you dance closer to the attractive rapper. His eyelids droop a little as he shakes himself free of your spell. Opening his mouth, his filter seems to temporarily malfunction.
“Actually, I... low-key wanna make you come up against a bathroom stall.”
“Only low-key wanna?” you tease, wiggling your hips back against his ratty jeans, predicting something to grind against and... yep, there it was, his boner.
“Okay, very high-key,” he corrects himself with an inopportune voice crack, and you giggle flirtatiously, wrapping your arms backward around his neck. He leans forward a little, trailing his lips up your neck. You keen a little, leaning back into him and his erection that keeps on filling out, and he places kisses up your exposed throat- you can feel his hot breath on your skin, and a shudder runs through you. The night ahead of you will sure be a story worth telling your friends, the way this is heading.
Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round
Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out
And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em
Cause the women so fine in the summertime
Turn a six to a dime in the summertime
“Hun- are you sober enough for it?” he all but whispers, and you can feel him swallow apprehensively.
“Hell yes,” you breathe, moving your hips, “But hey, I’m here partying in San Diego for a reason... I’m bound to make a couple good, memorable mistakes tonight.” You smirk, turning around to face him. “Wanna be one of them?”
“I’d love to be all of them,” he growls, and grabs your wrist, leading you through the people dancing and over the cool sand to the shacks.
“That surfer’s really good,” you comment on the way, and Daveed looks back absently.
“Oh, yeah. That’s actually my friend Rafa- we grew up in the bay area, so surfing’s been his thing, aside from poetry and spitting bars of his own, for a while.”
“Wow... he’s amazing on the barrel!” you repeat animatedly, hoping to get a rise out of him, “Normally, folks barely last five minutes on the thing.” As you had expected, Daveed gets a bit of a jealous flash.
“Yeah, well... he’s not good at much else, shit.”
You giggle, squeezing Daveed’s wrist lightly. Too easy. “Chill, Diggs, it’s not like I want his dick in me.” Daveed huffs, and opens the door to the women’s room, peeking inside.
“Oh shit,” he mutters, pulling back out, and you frown.
“What?”
“Someone’s puking in there, let’s try the men’s.”
A couple of burly guys exit the men’s, giving you a once over, but Daveed seems to scare them off with his stature alone. You and Daveed go in... empty, but your eyebrows immediately go up.
“I thought there’d be a little more room in here,” you murmur, “These stalls are small for a five year old, same as the women’s.”
“Oh yeah,” Daveed lets out a laugh, “We’re probably gonna break the stalls if we try to fuck in there.”
"Wall?” You lick your lips invitingly, backing up to splay yourself against it.
“I don’t feel like getting arrested tonight if someone walks in and reports us for public indecency, thanks.”
"Arrested?” You tug at his shorts.
“It’s not fun to say the least, wouldn’t recommend it,” he nods, and leads you into a stall, “I guess this is fine... we didn’t need breathing room anyway.” With that, he slams the stall door shut and smashes his lips into yours, teeth grazing upon impact. His pelvis is grinding against you, providing a frustrating friction you wish he would increase. Your hips chase his as he pulls back just a little, and he smirks at you. "Oooh now, impatient."
"Desperately turned on," you correct with a frustrated huff.
"I wonder what else I could make you do for my dick..."
You huff, untying your flimsy bikini top and dropping it to the sandy floor. His eyes immediately fall to your naked breasts, widening comically. You smirk right back at the power shift, twisting a finger in one of his tendrils and tugging. "You were saying?"
"Uhummm..." he mutters, rendered absolutely speechless, so you take over, bringing his face down into your cleavage and moaning a little. He whimpers, and his instincts kick in as his dick practically guides itself back toward you.
“Fuck me,” you whisper through a grin into his hair, and Daveed doesn’t need to be told twice. Placing fervent kisses around your nipple and stimulating one with a bite between his teeth, he tugs your denim shorts down to your ankles as you squeal.
“How the fuck can you even call these shorts?” he breathes, kicking them aside, “It’s practically a damn thong.”
“Would you rather I’d worn my great aunt capris today?” you tease, and his long, slender fingers squeeze into the meat of your ass and roll it around, lifting you up against the stall wall.
“You could’ve been wearing a damn wetsuit, wouldn’t change the fact that I’d still be getting you naked.”
“I’d be too hot in a wetsuit,” you complain with a pout.
“Good thing you opted for butt floss then,” he laughs, and goes back to attacking your neck with kisses.
“Fuck, get in me,” you moan, squeezing your legs around his back, and he uses one arm to hold you up, one to untie his tented swim trunks. Digging around in his pocket, he pulls out a saltwater soaked condom packet, tossing it up to you, where you open it and roll the thankfully dry protection onto him. “Holy shit.” According to you, size mattered, and well...
“What?”
“I didn’t know you would be so huge.”
Daveed’s visibly aroused by the praise. “I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, though he gulps while saying it.
“Ha! No thank you,” you whisper back, and thrust your hips forward, burying his tip just inside of you. Daveed lets out a strangled noise, and clutches at your shoulders as he finds his footing, sinking into you all the way. Already, the warm Californian breeze has made the air between you hot, sweat beginning to bead between your breasts and over Daveed’s face and chest. You can hear the music thumping outside, with the beat of the midnight tide nearby; you feel endless.
“Good for you?” he asks, mouth slightly ajar in bliss.
“Amazing,” you breathe back, digging your nails into his back and resting your forehead against his. Breathing each other’s air, you both lean in every few thrusts to facilitate a sloppy kiss, tongues down each others throats as Daveed continues to bring you and himself closer. For your part, you squeeze yourself around him and slide down to meet him every time he slams in, making him groan for you.
“Touch me,” you manage out, and he uses one hand to massage a perky breast, the other to rub circles around your clit. He’s keeping your body up against the stall with his body weight only, which is pretty impressive. “Mmm, that’s good, that’s good, oh my god...” you whisper, and a shudder runs through him, making his curls bounce.
“I can’t last- ugh... you’re so damn hot...”
“I’m so close,” you groan, tossing your head back. Daveed is just as far gone, chest heaving and thrusts uneven as his body quivers. “Come for me, hun,” he murmurs, and with that encouragement, you squeal, gushing around his thick cock. Watching your face contort with your orgasm, Daveed lets out a choking noise, offering two deep thrusts before blowing his load inside the condom.
“Wow,” you breathe, running a hand through your hair. He pulls out, and sets you down gently, grabbing some toilet paper to clean off.
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit.”
“Totally, right?”
“I guess I... won’t be seeing you.”
“Right... I guess not.”
You clear your throat- parting was always weird after a no strings attached type thing. “Good luck on your, uh... history show!”
“Yeah, you too,” he replies, then his face scrunches up at his painfully awkward response.
You two put the clothes you had taken off back on, (all this sand would be a horror to try and get out of the crotch of your shorts later) and walk back out to the Wave House. The place’s vibe has since chilled out even more, and Rafael’s not up on the barrel anymore- it’s a girl now.
“Diggs!”
“Yo,” Daveed says to someone, and you turn around to find Rafael draping himself over his friend.
“Get this, right- I forgot my shirt in some chick’s place last night... I’m pretty sure she threw it in the ocean out of sheer spite,” he said, squinting. Daveed snorted.
“No shirt, no cash looks like... guess you want a ride home.”
“Hell no! The party’s not over yet, I’ve got a tab going, and hey- you haven’t introduced me to your lady friend yet!”
“Oh, I’m-” you jerk a thumb in the opposite direction, but Daveed suddenly pulls you close, so Rafa bows dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows. “Greetings, lady friend.”
You giggle, wondering where this was going. “My...my name’s (y/n). Your name’s Rafa?”
“Diggs, you tell people about me?” Rafa mocks swooning, and falls into Daveed’s arms. Daveed shakes his head, and gives him a hug before standing him up properly.
“Go have some drunk sex, Rafa, it’ll do you good.”
“What, like you? Nah, I’m spent, man. Let’s go smoke up, I’ve got the sweet sticky shit!”
“I’ve got an off broadway show that’s about to open, shitcarriage, pot kills my chords.”
You speak up. “Let’s buy some tickets to Belmont, then.” Rafa’s eyes widen, and he stumbles over to you.
“You’re my hero. She’s my hero, Diggs. I like her. Keep her, or I will.”
“Noted,” the taller rapper grins, steadying his friend again, and he picks you up off your feet and into his arms. You swing your legs over his shoulder as you make your way to the beachside carnival under the stars.
“Let’s ride the Big Dipper first,” you suggest, and Daveed nuzzles into your neck with a smirk.
“I thought you just did,” he grins, and Rafa’s wolf whistle is so loud you hear it over the current clippng song they’re blasting back by the bar.
Request by @hamletyay (thank you!!) : hello i'm suCH a mess for daveed rip, but can you pls do a daveed x reader where it's his last show & he's dating the reader & the relationship is serious & the reader is watching in the audience, then during bows he says "it may be the end of my journey in Hamilton, but for some things it's only the beginning..." and he calls the reader up on stage and you're like "??" but theN HE GETS DOWN ON ONE KNEE AND PROPOSES & THE READER SAYS YES & IS A FLUSTERED, HAPPY MESS & THE AUDIENCE IS APPLAUDING
thiswassocutetowriteihopeyoulikeit
Also, two Daveed fics in a row (lucky you)
You walked hand in hand with Daveed down the busy New York street in pursuit of the Richard Rodgers theatre. The cool spring air stung your cheeks as Daveed practically pulled you along, practically rushing at a pace you had a very difficult time keeping up with. He was acting very different today. Tonight was the last time that he was performing in Hamilton, and you knew that he had to be anxious, but he wasn’t the kind of person who would ever show any sign of weakness or distraught.
“Daveed, do you mind slowing down for a second? My legs are on fire and it’s not like you’re late.” you called to him above the murmur of the city, filled with the noises of engines and other voices.
He abruptly stopped, as if he suddenly realized his super-human pace, then began to walk normally.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m just... really anxious.” he apologized.
“But why? You’ve run this show more times than you can count.”
“I... don’t know actually.”
This was weird. Daveed was not a person who worried often, and when he did worry, he had good reason for it.
You both slowly approached the theatre and saw a small group of kids standing outside at the stage door. Daveed stopped you and took you to the side of the pavement.
“I’m think I’m gonna head in there now, okay? Wish me luck.”
“Luck!” you replied as you tilted your head up and pecked him on the lips.
Instead of turning away and heading into the theatre, he pulled you into a hug and kissed the top of your head.
“You know I love you more than anything, right?” he murmured into your hair.
“Yes?” you replied, a bit thrown off. “Is something wrong Daveed?”
“No, nothing.” he replied, unwrapping you from the embrace and looking you in the eyes with a smile.
“Okay then. Just try to relax and give it your best. I’ll be in the orchestra, 5th row, last seat on the left!”
His smile grew even wider.
“I know. Love you, babe.”
“Love you too!” you called back as he made his way towards the stage door, beginning to greet and take pictures with the fans that were there. All of them only had kind words, congratulating him on his accomplishments and wishing him luck for his last performance. Some even handed him cards and gifts.
You smiled at the sight before turning to go into the theatre and take your seat, so incredibly proud of him.
I stared at the little black box I had been hiding in the bottom drawer of my nightstand for about a year now. I gripped it and let out a deep exhale, trying to wash away the stress. It had sat uncomfortably in my jeans the entire walk to the theatre and I had never been so nervous. But now was the time. I am so tired of waiting.
I was brought out of my haze of thought by a sharp knock on the doorframe of my dressing room. I snapped my head in the direction of the knock to see Lin, leaning up against the frame. He was no longer in the show, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t drop by every other day to check on his show.
“How’re you feeling, man?” he asked, arms crossed and a proud grin spread across his face.
You chuckled and handed the box to him.
“I’ve never been more terrified.” you admitted with a laugh.
Lin smiled as he popped the box open, and gazed at what was inside, before snapping it shut and returning it to you.
“You really went all out.”
“Well, she deserves it. I just hope she... ya know....” you trailed off.
Lin smacked a hand onto your shoulder and gave you a reassuring squeeze.
“Don’t even sweat it. You guys have been dating for a life-time now; it’s been a long time coming.”
You couldn’t help but feel comforted by his words. Lin knew both you and (Y/N) very well, and if he thought there was going to be a problem, he would have told you.
“Everything’s going to be great man, just try and enjoy yourself as much as you possibly can.” he continued.
“I will, thanks.” you gave him one last reassuring smile before he turned away and went to go tend to other things.
You let out another deep breathe as a voice came over the radio, barking that you were at the ten minute mark. You should probably get changed into costume.
You gave the box one final look before tucking it into the rest of the belongings in your workspace.
The crowd erupted into cheers and applause directly after “Who Lives Who Dies Who Tells Your Story,” as all of the cast members gathered in a line on stage for curtain call. You stood up and screamed with the rest of the crowd as they joined hands and took their final bow. However, directly after, Lin shoved Daveed to the front of the stage, placing something in his hand. It looked like a.... microphone? He didn’t tell you anything about a speech.
Daveed to a singular bow and the crowd roared louder, if that was even possible. He looked so happy, so satisfied. You clasped your hands to your mouth, trying to hold back tears as your love beamed center stage on broadway. He had come so far, and he was finally getting the due credit he deserved.
He raised the microphone to his mouth and the crowd grew quiet, waiting in anticipation to hear what he had to say.
“So, as many of you may know, this is my last show in the cast of Hamilton.”
The crowd let out a huge “awwwwwww” in response.
“I know, I know, it sucks. But I wanted to take the time before I leave to the person who has been my rock since day one, and even before then. I would not be here if it wasn’t for her and I want to give her the credit she deserves.”
His eyes searched the crowd for a second before locking his eyes on yours and letting out a huge grin.
“It may be the ending of my journey in Hamilton, but some things are just beginning...”
Oh my God.
“Please, welcome my girlfriend, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) to the stage!” he called out, causing cheers and applause from the audience once more.
People followed his eye contact and directed their attention to you as you slowly stood up, Daveed beckoning you. You shakily walked down the aisle and towards him; Daveed extending an arm out to you and pulling you center-stage as the crowd applauded.
He took your hands and drew you center stage as the other actors stepped aside, letting you and him be alone in the middle. His eyes remained locked on yours and he took a deep breath.
“(Y/N)...” Daveed began as you heard the cast members squeal in delight.
“I love you. So much. You’re my light, my world, my sun, everything. You’ve been with me for so long and have been nothing less than absolutely wonderful. When we were broke, when I was unemployed, when I had no clue what I was going to do with my life, you stuck around. I know I can never repay you for that, but the least I can do is give you this.”
A collective gasp rang out as he let go of your hands, fiddled with his costume pocket, and produced a small, leather box.
You clasped your hands around your mouth, practically unable to breathe.
“(Y/N), I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” he stated, opening the box up and offering a small, delicate ring that a glistening diamond sat in the middle of.
“Will you-”
“Yes!! Yes!!!! Oh my God yes!!!!” you cheered as you practically collapsed and wrapped your arms around his neck to give him a huge hug as he remained kneeling.
The crowd was absolutely ecstatic, whistling and cheering as he pulled you in for a deep, passionate kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut, and when you opened them you could see Lin bopping around stage and pumping his fist into the air.
Daveed took your hands and helped you to stand up with him, unbelievably relieved and happy as he held onto your right hand, taking the ring out and slipping it onto your finger.
The entire cast couldn’t contain themselves anymore, jumping and cheering, one running off stage then soon returning with a bottle of champagne, popping it and releasing fizz onto the stage.
You looked up from the ring to Daveed’s eyes, both warm with love and appreciation. You were both beaming and you felt your eyes flood with tears.
The hot stage lights beat down on you and the crowd continued to roar, and in that moment you knew you had made the best decision in your life.
