dave is you look yourself up and you see this please marry me

Okay I just need to get this off my chest since I’ve bit hit with John feels from a fic and my bitterness about John’s ending in the comic has hit me at full force.

Listen I love the endings for the others I really do. I love that Rose and Kanaya got married, I love that Dave got past his awful childhood and is now with someone who loves him unconditionally and that Davekat is canon and that Jade is no longer alone and may also be dating both Dave and Karkat in a beautiful poly relationship. I love that Karkat no longer feels he has to prove himself because he has people who love him.

I love that Jane got her company and had the whole ‘you don’t need a relationship to be happy’ because she’s a successful business women though she may also be seeing Roxy and Calliope on the side. I love that Calliope is with people that constantly tells her that she’s beautiful and she’s in a relationship with Roxy. I love that Roxy ended up with one of her best friends! I love that Jake and Dirk managed to resolve their issues and may have gotten back together but this time in a much more healthy relationship.

I’m even happy about Vriska and Terezi, Vriska got to be a big hero and Terezi is looking for her which is satisfying.

Yes the ghosts get a short end of the stick but to be fair they were already dead. And I am wondering about the fate of Aradia, Sollux and Davepeta but Aradia and Sollux have always kind of been doing their own thing off screen and Davepeta though I absolutely love them was introduced a bit late.

But while Rose, Dave, Jade, Kanaya, Karkat, Jane, Dirk, Jake, Roxy and Calliope and even GCATAVROS and most of the sprites all got their happily ever after in the new universe and Vriska, Terezi, Aradia, Sollux, Davepeta and the ghosts we actually cared about are sort of in this weird limbo where we’re not quite sure how they are but it might be positive John’s ending is actually a negative one.

John does not get a happy ending plane and simple.

He gets depression. He gets to watch all his friends be happy and he gets to be happy for them but he gets no happiness of his own. He gets a dead dad and a man who will constantly remind him of said dead dad. In the credits what do we see Dad Crocker doing? Standing next to Jane when she becomes ruler of the Human kingdom, clapping for Jane when she becomes a mayor because he’s Jane’s dad. Jane’s the one Dad Crocker cares about and while John will be close to the Crocker I bet you he feels more like a family friend to them.

John is the only one other than maybe Jane who is living by himself!

This isn’t a ‘why is he not in a relationship?” point I’m making this is a ‘why does he have no goddamn emotional support!?’

I’ve seen some people say things like ‘oh well this is a satisfying end to John’s character arc because he’s finally accepted the negative emotions and now can think through them’. To this I say Bull shit!

Depression isn’t a satisfying end it is’t a satisfying anything! It’s awful and horrible and sure as hell shouldn’t be worked through by yourself which might be what John’s doing because lets face it yes John’s friends love him but I will bet money that they’ve never actually had to have a proper feelings jam with him. Look at the time John got angry on the ship Jade had no clue that John had been feeling frustrated. Because all that time that John spent convincing himself that he was alright he also convinced everyone else which was understandable because they had their own shit to deal with but it also meant that when John finally found he wasn’t alright no one is there to help him.

Sure they’d help if John were the one to reach out but reaching out is so fucking hard and John’s not going to want to ruin their happiness with his issues because he always puts his friends before himself.

And lets not forget that John probably feels like an outsider since the meteor crew had 3 years of bonding and John’s own bonding with Jade was retconed out of existence so while the meteor crew has reasons for being close to one another Jade and John don’t have the same connection they should have had because for Jade she hasn’t seen John for three years just like everyone else. Though on the ship it was implied Jade spent most of her time with Davesprite pre retcon anyway. And don’t say Roxy has the same problem because she doesn’t she could easily jump back in with her friends she missed a day at least and a few months at most John is missing three whole years of connections with his friends. They must feel like strangers sometimes.

So yes John gets the worst ending out of any character in the comic but people don’t really care as much because as much as they should because he isn’t the most interesting™  or deep™  out of all the diverse characters of Homestuck but surprise bitch because in reality John actually is the most complex character because he’s the most fucking human. Sure you can’t make up a bunch of angsty head canons for him but his problems and issues are something that is so relatable and the reason that you don’t find him the most interesting character is because while the others thrived living the arc of legendary heroes and have a heroes journey and all that John would have thrived just living a normal life. That’s why he was the only Beta to get married and have a happy life in the Alpha universe. John’s you and me and that’s why he’s the most deep character because he’s the most relatable and the most human.

Him being the ‘ordinary’ one doesn’t make him boring it makes him one of the most interesting characters out of the whole comic and we are fools for not appreciating it more.

So yeah forever bitter about John’s ending and forever bitter that there was not enough uproar over John’s ending like there was for Terezi before the credits came out.

By the way Terezi fans had to wait around 194 day before the credits came out to find out that Terezi was actually alright especially after the fandom was worried about whether Terezi was going to go to the new universe or not or how long she was going to wait for Vriska so they might get a pass.

It has been roughly 232 days since the credits though so that’s a little longer than you had to wait to know if Terezi was okay, so if the epilogue comes out I pray to whatever higher power is out there that John you know the most selfless character in the comic who constantly put every one above himself gets some sort of happy ending because he deserves it just as much as his friends especially considering out of the beta kids John was the one that lost the most from the game. Jade was living alone isolated on an island and Dave had an abusive guardian their life could only improve and yes Rose lost her mom but she had a fulfilling character arc and now has a wife and she has Roxy!

John lost everything to that game and got nothing but he’s just satisfied with the fact that his friend are happy but please give this boy a happy ending!

He’s Married?

Lafayette x Reader 

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Note: Okay I know I have lots of other requests I should be doing before this one but this was just a fun and easy request for me to write to get me in the mood for the others that I still need to do!

Request: Anonymous asked: hi can you pretty please write a story where the reader is Laf’s wife from France and she comes to visit him and she finds Alexander and is like “have you seen Lafayette?” and he’s like “uhm who r u” and she’s like “i’m his wife” and the hamilsquad is all like “Laf you have a wife???” and he’s like “yeah i love her hi boo"and they’re all loving and the hamsquad is like "YOU DIDNT TELL US?” and he’s like “i mean, we’re in a revolution. it was never the time” sorry if this is so long thank ily

Word Count: 1,211

Originally posted by coalhillacademy

You take a deep breath as you step out of the carriage and onto the street. Finally, after a year separated, a year of being on different continents you were finally going to see your husband again.

When he’d left France for America, to lend a hand in their fight for freedom and independence from the British you had been so proud of his courage and determination only you didn’t expect to find yourself feeling so lonely just days after he’d left.

When you had written to Lafayette and told him you were going to join him across the sea he had given you the address of a friend of his, Alexander Hamilton, and told you to come to meet him there. As you make your way up the front steps of the house, you take a deep breath, suddenly nervous about seeing him again.

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I can’t, I won’t.

pairing ; thomas x reader

summary ; sometimes you’ve gotta leave the love you once had behind.

words ; 1,690

warnings ; ANGST. just so ya know.

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The last thing Thomas wanted to hear of was you.

Everywhere he turned, whether it be a street corner, or on his heel, you were there. If not you, then something that reminded him of you. And the people he had to face in debates were no help either – Alexander Hamilton made Thomas Jefferson’s life unbearable with how many times he brought you up to attack him.

He was suffocating on air that was used to speak your name, to utter something of your beauty. He couldn’t sleep at night because you were always on his mind, and he knew you’d be the one thing to occupy his dreams. He couldn’t work during the day because it would remind him of when you would come in and place a kiss on his cheek, massage his shoulders, or sit on his lap and convince him to take a break with tiny kisses littered all over his face.

He couldn’t function because you weren’t there. And he hated it. He hated being so vulnerable, so weak. That meant people would use it against him in the elections, and people would bring it up in the press – Secretary Thomas Jefferson bogged down by Love! Read all about it!

“Dude,” his friend James Madison told him one night, “you have to let her go. She’s gone, off to marry another.”

“She didn’t want to, James,” Thomas grumbled. He didn’t want to believe the words you’d told him before you took your leave from his life. The reason why you left.

“I have fallen for another, I deeply apologize, Mr. Jefferson,” the way you spoke, cracks in your voice and hatred in your tone, it resonated within Thomas in the most painful of ways. He even visibly cringed when you said Mr. Jefferson, because it was so foreign, and so unwanted.

“She loves someone else, Thomas. I’m sorry to say this, but it is the truth. You must get over her.”

“It’s not that damn easy, James. But what would you know? You’re happy with your wife, she never left you. She was never forced into something she didn’t want.”

“Thomas!”

Thomas only shook his head and walked away, not wanting to hear it anymore. He didn’t want to think about you, he didn’t want to talk about you. So he wouldn’t, and he swore to that. He wouldn’t think, he wouldn’t talk, he wouldn’t so much as utter a word about you or anything to do with you.

Lord knows how long he’d be able to keep that up.


“Thomas, I’m here to see Thomas,” you said kindly to the man standing in the door. He was a dark skinned man, a worker for Thomas no doubt.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” his accent weighed down his words, and you could instantly pinpoint that he was from farther south. “He won’t be seeing nobody right now.”

“And why not?” You remained polite, but you were getting impatient, your hands travelling down and mindlessly fixing your skirts.

“He’s working, ma’am.”

“No mind to his work. Please let me come in, I am a close friend of his,” you lied. Your mouth turned down at the edges when the word friend crossed your lips, as you had always been more than just friends with the man.

“Let me ask Mr. Jefferson, first, ma’am.”

You noticed his constant repeating of the word ma’am, and you couldn’t help but think it had something to do with Thomas. He was always one to be full of himself around people, yes, but that did not mean he had no mind for respect, especially for women. They may not have a high place in society, but that did not mean they were pieces of trash to disregard, or toys to play with and put away when you were through with them.

You pursed your lips when the worker closed the door, and turned your head to look over the familiar lands of Monticello. Neat and tidy, and ever-so-elegant with its rolling hills and beautiful trees. The land was a bright green, the leaves many different shades of the foresty color, and it reminded you of the many times you and Thomas had taken walks in the middle of the night, and the picnics you’d shared at midday.

Your attention was quickly brought back to the doors, and you were greeted with the worker from before. “Mr. Jefferson said he’d see you. Please come with me.”

You followed quietly, making sure your skirts were fixed and the top of your dress was straightened. Your hands folded together as you walked, your nerves becoming more and more shot with each step you took that neared you to Thomas.

It had been over a year’s time since you had seen the man, and no matter what his title in politics was, he would always be Thomas to you, and he would always be your Thomas.

The worker nodded once you got to the door, knocking quickly before giving you a quick bow and walking off. Thomas opened the door, his magenta coat hanging loosely from his shoulders as if he’d put it on in a rush. “How may I help you?”

You noticed he hadn’t even looked at you yet, still fumbling with the buttons of his coat. Without thinking, you reached forward and parted the coat just the way Thomas liked it, your mind going back to the past, when you would help him dress correctly.

After a couple seconds, you caught yourself and pulled your hands back, tangling your fingers together. “Oh! I apologize, I shouldn’t have– I should not have done that.”

“Oh, no, it’s okay…” His voice trailed off as he looked up at you. His brown eyes were wide, his jaw dropped slightly. “Y/n?”

“Thomas,” you whispered. Taking a quick second to admire the man you hadn’t seen in so long, you noticed how neatly trimmed he kept his scruff, the dip just before his mustache on either side still very apparent, and how his hair was still in the poofy curls you had remembered.

“How? Why… why are you here? Haven’t you a husband to be with?”

“I… That’s why I’m here,” you replied, your hands turning upside down and your fingers folding inwards.

Thomas stared for a second, blinking rapidly before looking down and shaking his head. “Yes, yes,” he rushed, looking back up at you with furrowed brows, “come in. Please.”

You walked past him and heard the door click closed, so you took that as a sign that you could turn around and look at Thomas once more. His back was to you as he thought, something you were quite used to seeing. His head jerked to the side and his eyebrows remained furrowed as he turned to you.

“Why– Why are you here, y/n?”

“You,” you whispered. You looked over his face and noted the surprise before looking down at your hands once more. “I’m here for… you.”

“Why?”

“I love you, Thomas,” you said a little more confidently. You licked your lips and continued when he raised a brow at you, “I love you. I came back because I love you and… I wanted to be with you again.”

“Yes, I get that, but your husband? What will he think of this? You and I… I will not let you cheat on a man that loves you.”

“I wouldn’t be cheating,” you replied, letting your arms fall to your sides. “There is no one to cheat on, Thomas.”

“What?”

“Samuel, he, he backed out of the marriage. He said he had loved another woman, and that he wanted to be with her and not me, and he knew that I did not want to be his wife.”

“He backed out?” Thomas looked as if he were still trying to comprehend everything you just said, like it was the most indecipherable thing he’d ever encountered.

“Yes,” you responded simply, taking a step closer to him.

“When?”

“A year ago.”

“A year? But…” He hesitated, grasping everything still. “If it was a year ago, why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

“Because I still had to explain to my parents that I loved you, and only you,” you walked up to him standing only a foot away.

“No, y/n,” he breathed, “you don’t understand. You should have come to me sooner.”

“Why? Thomas,” you felt tears sting your eyes. What was he not saying?

“Y/n, I’m married. I can’t, I’m not,” he stuttered over his words, looking directly at you. “I’m married, and I love her, y/n. I can’t, I’m not going to cheat on her.”

“Thomas… I… I didn’t know, I’m sorry,” you whispered. You couldn’t believe it – he didn’t love you anymore. You were just a mere memory to him, and all because you waited too long to be with him. You could’ve come months ago, and maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation. But you hadn’t, you exhibited cowardliness, and you waited too long.

“It’s fine, y/n. I hate to say this, but, I just, I don’t love you anymore. Not as much, nor like, I used to. I’m sorry.”

“No, no, it’s my fault,” you dismissed, sniffling and looking away from Thomas. “I’ll take my leave, Mr. Jefferson. I apologize for coming in so recklessly. See you in time, Mr. Jefferson.”

You brushed past him, opening the door and quickly going out the way you came. “Stupid,” you muttered, “you’re so daft. To think he’d love you anymore, you must be insane.”

Thomas, on the other hand, was sighing and hitting his head on the door. “Fuck,” he groaned. Of course he’d let you go again, but this time, it wasn’t because of you. It was because of him, and because of the woman whom had the ring matching the one decorating his third finger. He loved her, and he felt the love he once had for you slowly creep up on him.

“No, no,” he whispered, shaking his head.

“I can’t,” you muttered, closing your eyes.

“I won’t love her anymore.”

“I can’t love him anymore.”


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Love Isn’t About Whether You Get Stabbed; It’s Whether the Knife Gets Turned (Jefferson x Reader)

Also Known As: I Can’t Write A Title Shorter Than Fall Out Boy

TW: Slavery

Summary: You are Alexander’s sister who falls in love with Jefferson.

A/N: NONE OF THESE OPINIONS ARE MINE! CHARACTERS ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE OPINIONS, GOOD OR BAD

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“Alexander, I’m sorry, but I have to go,” you mutter to your younger brother.

“But-”

“I’ll write, and I hope you will, too.”

He sniffles. “Why can’t I go with you?”

“I’m going over to get a job-” you silently add “or marry rich”- “You need to stay here. I promise I’ll bring you over to the mainland as soon as I can.”

“I love you.”

You kiss his head. “I love you, too.”

Dearest brother,

I landed on the mainland safely. I am still looking for employment. I hope that things are going well for you. The voyage was rather tough; you know how much I hate the sea, but it was not unbearable. Our ship hit a rough patch, so we landed in Virginia instead of New York. Hopefully, I will make my way up there before you arrive.

Oh! I must tell you about the most wonderful man I met once I arrived. I know how much you hate my constant “girly-talk”, but I know that you would like him. Thomas Jefferson. He has quite a large plantation here. Although I have never liked the institute of slavery, Thomas’s plantation does not phase me that much. He says he treats the workers much better than others in the area, which makes me feel a little better. At least they were not sold to someone who would abuse them. I do hope that you get to meet him soon.

There is so much more to write about, but we are running low on ink. Please write back.

Your favorite sister,

(Y/N) Hamilton

Sister Dearest,

I regret to inform you that it does not look like I will be making it to the mainland anytime soon. I do hope you will be able to acquire the money soon. There is not much going on here. A few of our old neighbors are trying to devise a scheme to sail back to the mainland. I doubt they will succeed. They were never the brightest.

I am excited to hear about your newfound interest. However, I do not appreciate that he owns slaves. Frankly, I do not care how he treats them; he still bought people to do his work. Aside from his slaves, I am sure he is a wonderful person. He makes you happy. How horrible could he be?

I hope to see you again soon.

Yours truly,

Alexander Hamilton

Dearest brother,

It has been almost two years, and I feel that I have failed you. I still have not gotten the money you need. In better news, Thomas and I are engaged to be married. He is headed off to France soon to be an American ambassador, and he wishes that I go with him, saying he couldn’t bare to be without me for who knows how long. My only regret about the engagement is that you never got to meet him. I’m sure we will have the means to get you to the mainland by the time we return.

I do hope to hear from you again before the wedding.

Stay well,

(Y/N) Hamilton

~~~

You tighten your grip on your husband’s hand as the two of you walk into his first meeting as Secretary of State. He had not told you much about what is happening today because he doesn’t know much.

He bends down to kiss your forehead. “Do you want to take a seat next to Madison? This should be over shortly.”

You kiss him lightly. “Good luck.”

You take a seat next to your husband’s friend as the meeting starts. A man with long, dark hair pulled up in a ponytail walks in. He looks incredibly familiar, but you just can’t seem to place him.

President Washington begins, “The issue on the table: Secretary Hamilton’s-” he can’t be- “plan to assume state debt and establish a national bank. Secretary Jefferson, you have the floor, sir.”

You watch as your husband stands and recites what he had written. You can tell just how nervous he is because he stumbles quite a bit. Once he sits down, Secretary Hamilton stands up. “Thomas, that was a real nice declaration. Welcome to the present. We’re running a real nation.”

After the first word out of his mouth, you recognized Secretary Hamilton as your brother almost immediately.

The president abruptly stands up and calls for a brief recess. You excuse yourself, saying that you are going to get water and follow Alexander out of the room.

“Alexander?” you call, your voice soft.

He turns around. “(Y/N)?”

You nod slightly. “It’s been a while.”

“Yes, I suppose it has.”

“How long have you been in America?” you ask, trying to break the tension.

“A few years. I see that you’ve gotten married.”

“I thought you two would have gotten along better.” You run your hands through the folds of your skirt.

“You thought wrong.”

You grimace at his tone. He should be happy to see you again. “I am capable of seeing that, Alexander.”

“I never knew you would go for such a pompous, elit-”

“That’s enough! He’s my husband! I would have thought you would have been happy for me! Maybe even put aside whatever anger you harbor for my husband! It’s been so many years since we’ve seen each other and the first thing you do is reprimand me for my husband!”

“You-” His face flushes when Thomas walks over to you and rests his hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/N), I see you have met Secretary Hamilton.”

“What are you doing here, Jefferson?” Alexander spits.

“I heard my yelling and figured she would like some support.”

Alexander scoffs. “I grew up with her. She doesn’t need help from anybody.”

Thomas looks between you and your brother, suddenly realizing the similarities. “He’s your brother?”

Just Pretend - Part One

Note: I’ve had this done for a whiiiile, but I didn’t want to post it bc I didn’t know whether I wanted to leave it open-ended to make it into a series or not. Anyway, here you go now. Better late than never. Also, this is loosely based off of the movie The Proposal, so yeah.

Word Count: 2930

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warnings: None. Secondhand embarrassment, you know how family is lol

AU: Modern/Fake Dating

“Yes, mother. I know, I’ll be there.” You sighed, running a hand through your hair as you slouched in your office chair.

You were on the phone with your mother while you sat in your office at work, and she was talking your ear off as usual.

“You’re gonna need a date. There is no way you are showing up to the family reunion without someone. Do you need me to call that boy from the-”

“Mom, I have a boyfriend.” You interrupted, without realizing what you said.

“Oh, you do? That’s wonderful! What’s his name?” Your mother asked, curiosity seeping through the phone.

At that moment, Thomas Jefferson walked into your office with a knock on the door. He was about to say something, when you put your finger up, silencing him.

“Thomas, not now.” You said, waving him off.

“Thomas?” Your mother said through the phone. “Oh, how did you two meet?”

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Backstage, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader is a celebrity and goes to see Hamilton? + Lin

Words: 1210 (*Daveed’s voice*: whaaaaaaaaattttt?)

Author’s Note: You guys are insane! I hit 150 followers yesterday and I have hit 200 already! Also, someone take Lin away from me I can’t stop writing for him. Also, someone requested an Anthony fic…i’m so ready to sin.

Warnings: Long. Like, wow. It’s long.

Requests are open until the end of the month! Please send some in!

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After brushing shoulders with Daveed in college, where he was a track star turned theater major, you knew he was off to do amazing things.

That much was confirmed when you heard whispers of a breakthrough musical with Daveed’s name involved. You didn’t know many details, until it debuted off-broadway and it made headlines all over the world.

As you spent most of your time traveling for work, you hardly found yourself in New York at the right time to watch him in his Broadway debut.

Due to a little downtime, you found yourself in the city that never sleeps with a few months to yourself. You immediately texted Daveed.

To: Daveed

heard anything about some hip-hop/rap/historical musical? got tickets for this week’s matinee, any interest?

From: Daveed

told the cast you’re coming. they all died.

You giggled, happy they were excited you were coming, especially when they had such amazing people seeing the show on a daily basis. Thanks to several fortunate television gigs and a movie here or there, you were able to work your way to a successful career.

The day of the show came slowly, and you were practically bouncing on your cab ride there from excitement. A few people recognized you on your way into the theater and politely asked for pictures.

You posed a few times, checking the time to make sure you were seated well before the show started. You chatted with a few people you recognized on your way to your seat, before finally plopping into a seat and pulling your phone out.

A few people had already tweeted the pictures you posed for.

Saw @(Y/N) headed into Hamilton! Super nice! I expect a West Wing-inspired pic from Lin soon!

Ah, your short stint on West Wing 10 years ago. You nearly forgot how much Lin enjoyed the show. With a little scrolling, you noticed Lin had replied to the tweet with a simple shocked-faced emoji.

You went through to like and retweet a few things, deciding to respond to Lin’s tweet later. The lights flickered, signalling the start of the show was upon you. You closed your phone just as the announcements rang out over the speakers, followed by the opening notes.

You were probably the loudest audience member they ever had. You were completely entranced by the performance, on your feet after every show-stopper (particularly the ones that involved Daveed), reacting along with the audience.

You sat in awe for a moment after the final bows. You scrolled through your phone again, greeted with several texts from Daveed inviting you backstage. You opened Twitter again to rave about the show, to find a tweet from the same fan who tweeted before:

I don’t know what’s more amazing, watching Hamilton or watching @(Y/N) watch Hamilton.


Backstage was just as interesting as the actual show. The cast danced around each other, very familiar with one another’s routines. You’d never seen a group move so seamlessly together, and they were all moving around you.

The first was Daveed, who quickly embraced you and started rapidly firing off polite conversation, the usual, ‘How have you been? How long has it been? You’re famous! That’s cool.’

You posed for pictures, some cast members approached you individually and you chatted with them for a bit. Eventually, you begged and pleaded for a picture with as many of the ensemble you could manage and they were very happy to accommodate you.

You thanked the women playing the Schuyler Sister for portraying strong, interesting females, especially as people of color. You told Daveed you think he did alright.

You could barely stop yourself from blubbering over the men, completely enamored by each of them. In particular, Leslie may have been the smoothest, most interesting human being you had every met.

You were particularly hyped about Okieriete who, while played a loud mouth on stage, had quite the charming voice and the kindest smile.

Then, out came Lin. He made a bee-line to you, joining in the little group that surrounded you. You kept your attention on Alex Lacamoire, who was happily chatting about transition.

“-then Schuyler Sisters hits you out of nowhere! It’s all so seamless, your orchestrations were completely breathtaking, a truly amazing job.” You gushed, nearly at a loss of words, trying to remember every positive thought that had run through your mind during the show.

He was very gracious and kindly asked for a picture. Then, you turned to Lin.

“This,” You gestured to the stage around you, “May just be a game changer for me, as a performer.”

“That is the best compliment you could possibly give.” 

He quickly dived into a conversation, expertly dodging any talk about the show and settling on a conversation about your shared interests. His eyes sparkled, suddenly remembering something.

“Do you have time? I promised I would do a quick Periscope Q&A and try to convince you to do it with me.” Without a second thought, you responded.

“I would love to.” He escorted you further backstage and into his dressing room. He fiddled with his phone for a moment, mumbling about being ‘Old Man Miranda’, which you giggled at.

“Guys. History is being made here. I have someone in my dressing room…” He trailed off, watching as the messages came pouring in. His eyes struggled to keep up. He suddenly shifted so you were in frame with him.

“Hi everyone!” You called out, reading the first messages you saw, which mostly consisted of your name in capital letters. Finally, a legitimate question came in, “The show was alright, maybe a six out of ten.” You answered casually, before immediately breaking, “I loved it! I am in love with everything and everyone involved. I’m actually looking into getting married to the show.”

You answered a few more questions before Lin decided to call it quits and say goodbye to the viewers. You took a seat on the couch in his dressing room, and he dove into a conversation that lasted well into the night.

Realizing the time, you decided it was best to call it a night and try to hail a cab. He moved you through the building, saying goodnight to a few stragglers, and into the street.

“You’re in New York for awhile?” He asked, adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder.

“Until I decide on another gig. Taking a much needed break.”

“So you’ll be free if I ask you out to dinner?” He sheepishly asked, still fiddling with his backpack straps just to keep his hands busy.

You giggled, wondering how this man could make you feel like a school girl with her first playground crush all over again.

“How could I say no?” He grinned at you for a moment, before noticing a cab approaching. He whistled, hailing it and holding the door open for you, “You owe me a date.” You pushed your index finger into his chest, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before climbing into the cab.

As you settled in, your phone dinged loudly, you dug through your purse, seeing it was a message from Daveed.

From: Daveed

did he ask you out? this is important. i have money on this.

damn perfume

pairing: lin x reader (shocker)

prompt: (anon) can you write a Lin x Reader with #51 and/or #15? fluffy maybe??

51. “are you jealous?”

15. “just marry me already!”

warnings: swearing? this sucks?

words: 1,795

a/n: i originally rlly liked this but i think it kind of stinks now that i’ve read it over so much. also it just sucks in general. i apologize in advance. okay i love you!! please keep leaving requests, i adore them.


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“Slide over,” Lin grumbled near two in the morning as you felt the mattress dip. Instead of moving, you latched onto him, forcing him closer to the edge of the bed.

“Y/N,” he groaned. Regardless, he wrapped his arms tight around you, pressing sweet kisses to your hair.

You sighed into him, grateful to have him holding you; because if you were honest, you weren’t sure anyone else would.

The following morning, you woke up first - a rare occasion for the both of you. Maybe you would make breakfast, or do the crossword. But as you shuffled towards the edge of the bed, Lin’s grip tighten on you.

Giggled, you curled back into his arms.

Lin smiled.

The pair of you stayed like that for nearly an hour, content in each other’s company.

Around nine, you shoved him out of bed, “You’re gonna be late,” you sang as he rolled his eyes.

“I could call Javi,” he pondered, making you laugh.

“I’ll walk you today, how’s that?”

He grinned like a child, nodding his head rapidly. God, he was cute.


Lin practically dragged you into the theater despite your protests.

“I’m coming back for the show tonight - I’ll see everyone then,” you teased, “Otherwise we won’t be eating this week.” You added, reminding yourself of the lack of groceries in your house.

“There’s someone I want you to meet!” He chimed, a smile plastered on his face as he pulled you through the doors.

Defeated, you went along, clutching his hand and shouting out apologies as you dodged Anthony and Jasmine. By the time you reached his dressing room, you were nearly out of breath.

“Lin, slow down,” you laughed airily. To your surprise, however, there was a girl in his dressing room.

“Cameron!” He gushed, letting go of your hand to run to her. You felt a pang in your stomach but pushed it down.

“This is Y/N!” Lin smiled, pulling the girl towards you. She was pretty. Really pretty. She even dressed nice; her freshly ironed blouse made your cotton tee look like trash.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you! You’ve got to tell me how to managed to rein in Lin,” she grinned, taking a step forward and pulling you into a hug.

Great, she’s nice too.

You forced a smile onto your face, doing your best not ASLDFKJKG to breathe in her perfume. She even smelt pretty.

You let out a low laugh, pulling away after a beat. Lin stood between you, an arm over her shoulder.

“Two of my favorite girls in the same place,” he grinned.

Laughed curtly, you explained that you had some errands to run but you’d see him tonight. Lin frowned, but let you go. Without a kiss.

Walking out, Daveed stopped you.

“Leaving so soon?”

You nodded, feebly looking for an excuse, “I’ve got… things, to do,” you said, gesturing mindlessly.

Daveed saw right through it, placing a hand on your shoulder, “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, the same fake smile on, “Nothing! Really!” Your voice was too high and far to energetic to only be on coffee cup number one.

This time, however, Daveed let it go; pulling you into a hug before waving goodbye.


At the theater that night, you had hoped the worst was over. Waiting backstage with Pippa, you giggled about something Groff had told her.

Instantly, you turned at the sound of Lin.

“Hey, pretty,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you. You melted in his arms, sighing lightly. Lin gave you one more squeeze before pulling away.

“Cam and I were planning on getting some drinks tonight, you in?” Your heart sank.

Curling your lips into a tight smile, you shook your head. “I’m not feeling all that well,” you tried.

His eyes fell in concern, “Want me to stay home?” He blanched.

You shook your head again, despite the rest of your body telling you otherwise, “It’s okay. I’ll see you later.”

Walking home, you grumbled, “Cam this, Cam that. We’re getting drinks, Cam and I…” You kicked the pebble in front of you. This sucked.

You woke up that night to his soft hum as the mattress dipped. Kissing the top of your head, he mumbled a, “Hi, pretty,” before sighing softly. Happy he was home - at your home - you pulled him closer. Your eyes shot open at the smell of perfume that was definitely not yours. You snaked out of his arms, pushing yourself towards the edge of the bed.

“Babe?” Lin said quietly at the loss of contact.

You took in a sharp breath, pulling yourself out of bed and to the bathroom. You just needed to think.


The following morning, you were tired. It’s not like you slept much that night; no. You barely managed three hours, because every time you climbed back in bed that damn perfume was the only thing you could smell.

Wednesday came soon enough and your old friend Tyler took you to lunch. It was good. Really good, actually. He made you forget about your worries and told you about everything going on with him.

On the contrary, things with Lin were clammy. He spent a lot of his time at the theater, which you were used to, but so was Cam. Every time you walked over to drop off lunch for him, she was there. When he brought you coffee on Thursday, she was there too - waiting in the passenger seat of his car, dressed nicer than you were for the holidays. She was everywhere. Figuring if Lin was going to move on, you needed some outlets, you called your first roommate - Danny - and got drinks later in the night.

On Friday, you walked backstage to say goodbye to Lin before the intermission.

“I’m heading out tonight, I’ll be home late, okay?” You offered, desperately trying to avoid eye contact. Lin’s brows furrowed, but he nodded.

“Want me to wait up?” He gleamed. Shaking your head you pulled him into a light hug.

“I’ll see you later,” you sighed, speed walking away from his room and towards the exit.

It was already nine, so you headed towards the bar to meet a member of the band that had played the night before named Michael. At the sight of you, his eyes light up and he greeted you with a hug.

The pair of you chatted for hours, alcohol coursing through your body. You could feel yourself getting warm, but you weren’t sure if it was the shot you had just downed, the humid bar, or the burning fact that Lin wasn’t beside you.

Laughing at a story you had only heard half of, you put your hand on Michael’s shoulder, assuring him that you were happy he was here. He gave a quirk of a smile, winking at you as he bumped his knee against yours.

“Y/N?” You heard suddenly, making you jump back from him. Lin?

“Hey,” you breathed, seeing Cameron right next to him. Her arm was linked through his, instantly making your face fall.

He stuffed his hands deeper into his pockets.

Cameron whispered something into his ear, pulling him away before Lin could speak. Her slew way of taking him had your heart in your throat.

You felt your throat tighten and tears prick at your eyes as you turned back to Michael, ready to forget what had just happened - as if you could.

You stayed with Michael for another hour or so, begrudgingly walking up the stairs to your apartment. You picked at your nails for a moment before heading inside. You expected yelling, you expected tears - both of which there were, but not immediately.

“Lin?” You called out, tediously walking inside. No response. You locked the door behind you, throwing your purse on the counter. “Lin?” You tried again. He was sitting on the couch, bouncing his knee in anticipation. Already annoyed, you cocked an eyebrow.

Lin snapped.

“Are you breaking up with me?” He instantly asked.

Your neck cracked from moving so quickly, “Excuse me?”

“Are. You.” He articulated, “Breaking up with me?”

Sputtering out a laugh, you placed your hands on your hips, “It didn’t seem like it mattered when you were out with Cam all week.”

“Y/N - you’ve been out with different guys each day this week! And suddenly I’m the bad guy for going out with my friend?” He asked platonically.

“I don’t feel anything for them!”

Lin laughed bitterly at this, “That guy at the bar didn’t seem to understand that.”

Unfinished, you clapped back, “Who are you to talk? Every day this week has been ‘Cam and I are getting drinks,’ ‘Cam and I are getting lunch,’ ‘Cam brought me coffee’ -“

“Are you jealous?”

“Why don’t you just start sleeping with her too!”

“Y/N, baby -“

“Don’t you dare ‘baby’ me.” You spat. He was not playing victim here.

“Oh my God,” he laughed.

“Do you really think this is funny?” Getting angrier at each word he said, you raked a hand through your hair before turning you back on him and heading towards the kitchen for some water. You did not need to be angry, sad, and hungover tomorrow morning. Regardless, Lin was hot on your trails, grabbing your hand to face him.

“I’m in love with you,” he started, making you scoff. “Not Cam.”

You rolled you eyes as he continued, “And she’s gonna kill me if she finds out that this was how I ended up doing it.” Doing what - oh my God, you thought, as he got on one knee, pulling a small black box from his pocket. A hand flew to your mouth, instantly softening your face.

“I didn’t know how to ask you and so I called Cameron because she always talked about her wedding as a kid and,” he rambled, “I figured she could help me plan something romantic - God, this is so unromantic -“

“Just marry me already!” You interrupted, forcing your left hand in front of him. Lin’s creased brows relaxed when he saw the smile on your lips, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

“I haven’t even proposed,” he teased. Still, he slid the diamond onto your ring finger before cupping your face in his hands. His kiss was sweet as his undeniable grin pressed itself to your lips. You grabbed the lapels of his jacket to pull him flush against you. Joyful tears ran down your cheeks as his kisses melted you.

Suddenly, you pulled away.

“I am so sorry,” you said. “I just thought you were going to leave me and -“

Fiancé, I’m not going anywhere,” he managed before his lips found yours again, still grinning.

Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?

Title: Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?

Pairing: Hotch x reader

Based on this request from @yourtropegirl:

Could I request Have you ever really loved a woman by Bryan Adams with Hotch and make it fluffy please for your 1600 follower celebration.

A/N: I really love this song. I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for such a great request! XOXOXO Lyrics are italicized. 

Warning: Slight implied smut, right at the end. 

Originally posted by lilygarlands

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My Savior (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Originally posted by daveeddiggsit

Pairing: SSA!Daveed Diggs x SSA!Reader

Requested?: Day Four of my write-a-thon! 

Prompt: You get kidnapped by the unsub. 

Words: 2800+

Warnings: Based off of Criminal Minds, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder and Sexual Assult/Abuse, Angst, Fluff

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This unsub was not who you were expecting.

You were a Supervisory Special Agent for the FBI. You were part of Chris Jackson’s team in New York City, being a transfer from Aaron Hotchner’s team in Quantico. You were in your early thirties and have been in the Behavioral Analysis Unit since you were twenty. You had a Ph.D. in Psychology and a Bachelor’s in sociology. Add ten years of self-defense training and knowledge on firearms and explosives, and you got yourself an agent fit for the BAU. You started off in Quantico, where you went through the FBI Academy and graduated the top of your class alongside Spencer Reid, one of your good friends from Hotchner’s team. It was actually Reid who convinced you to move back to your hometown and join Chris’ team.

There were big differences between the Quantico team and the New York team.

Firstly, the New York team was bigger than the Quantico team.

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The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 8)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: cheating, mild swearing (wow that’s a first), angst. A N G S T. i literally cannot prepare you for how much angst is in this chapter.

words: 3462

a/n: Alright, so this took a painfully long time to get finished, but i really believe you’ll think it was worth the wait. There’s just so much going on in this part, so it was pretty difficult to keep organized. As always, thanks a million to @secretschuylersister for checking it out for me and @digging-daveed for making the story happen.

If you want to be tagged in the next parts, just shoot me an ask!

tags: @isis278 @21phantasticromances @dvddggs @l-nmanuel @bluesnowyangel @hamrevolution

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven part nine


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Waking Up in Vegas

Part 1   Part 2  Part 3

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: About 2k

Tagging: @toomanyfandoms109  @nadialinett14  @serkewen12  @jantales @miightymiighty  @drugsdiggs  @kayleebrynnnn  @shy-and-awkward-daveed

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I sat in my living room in shook. The only noise came from the TV, which I could barely hear as the turn of events started to sink in. There was no way I could be married, especially to someone I knew for all of two days. Hell he wasn’t even that interested in me which was a good thing. If this was true all I have to do is find a way to contact him and get a divorce. As I pulled out my laptop, my phone buzzed.

Gina 9:56 pm

Did you make it home?

Me 9:57 pm

Yeah. I really need to talk to you and Ava about Vegas.

Gina 9:59 pm

You sound serious. We’ll be over in 10. That alright?

Me 10:02 pm

Yes

After throwing my phone back on the couch, I googled his name and the first thing I saw were multiple pictures of him to the right of my screen. He had his own Wikipedia page. As I got lost in scrolling through it, someone started knocking on my door.

I pulled the door open as Ava and Gina greeted me with worried expressions on their faces.

“What happened (Y/N/N)?”, Ava asked as she sat next to me on the couch, while Gina occupied the other side

“Is that who I think it is?”, Gina nearly yelled as she grabbed my laptop, “You slept with an actor!? That’s what you’re all worked up about?”

My eyes never left the document that sat on the coffee table. Ava leaned over and grabbed the paper that was causing all my trouble.

“Holy shit”, Ava looked over to me, panicked, “She’s married to Daveed”

“You’re what?”, she nearly yelled again, “How is that possible? We really shouldn’t have gone to that third bar”

I sighed as I leaned back on the couch. It grew quiet in my apartment again with the exception of my TV.

“What are you going to do?”, Ava questioned

“I don’t have his number, but I can try to message him through social media. If he even responds. I can’t believe I was this irresponsible”

“You can message him and in the meantime we’ll keep you company”, Ava reassured me, “It’s the least we can do after the day you’ve had”

“I love you guys”, I said as I took my laptop back from Gina, opening Daveed’s twitter

Me 10:40 pm

Hey Daveed. It’s (Y/N). We met in Vegas last week. Something happened the night we were together and it’s pretty urgent. Please get back to me as soon as you can.

I hit send and hoped he would respond quickly.

“Now we play the waiting game”, Gina sighed, “If I’m being honest, who the hell does he think he is?”

Ava and I both snapped out head in her direction.

“Gina”, she gasped

“No seriously. The night you two met, it seemed to me that he wanted to be with you. What did he not see in you? He can’t just lead you on like that then leave you hangin’ in the wind. You deserve so much better than that”, she groaned, “It’s his lose anyways”

“Very true”, Ava smiled, “He doesn’t even know what he’s missing”

We spent the rest of the night watching TV, eating, and talking about the latest office gossip. It felt good to have just the night with my best friends again. They always made me feel like everything was going to be alright, even when it most likely wouldn’t be.

When morning came, I pushed myself off the recliner and grabbed a blanket for Ava and Gina, who were knocked out together on the sofa. After taking a shower, I went to make breakfast for them. Almost halfway through, I could hear Ava trying to wake up Gina for the third time.

Eventually she muttered a, “Fine stay asleep then” and her footsteps grew closer to the kitchen.

“How’s it going Mrs. Diggs?”

I groaned and pretty soon we were both laughing as she grabbed some plates.

“Please don’t call me that. Ever

“I see he hasn’t responded”, Ava said with much edge in her voice

“I’m going to give him the benefit of the doubt. It’s only been a few hours since I sent it. Maybe he was working or he had a night out with Rafael and Adrienne”

“So you think he’s out with his friends again? Maybe this time he won’t wake up married to his second wife”

As soon as she said it, I averted my eyes. I know it was supposed to be a one night stand, but there was a part of me that really wished he would have called. The way he looked at me made me feel a way I hadn’t in a pretty long time.

“(Y/N)? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I just…”

When I turned to Ava, she was sitting at the table with her face in her hands, mumbling something I couldn’t understand.

“What’s wrong?”, I asked as I kneeled down in front of her

She slowly moved her hands, her eyes were glassy and full of sorrow, “I feel like this is my fault! You could have come home and just moved on, but now you have to go through all of this to–”

“It’s not your fault or Rafael’s. None of us were in the right state of mind that night. Daveed and I are grown ups. We decided to get drunk and now we have to deal with the consequences. Please don’t blame yourself. I will never blame you for this”

Her eyes widened as she stared down at me, “Are you sure?”

“Positive. I know you look after me like a big sister, but this one is on me”

We both smiled before we began to laughing. Silently we finished cooking and setting up the table. When it was all said and done, Gina finally made her way to the dining room.

“Morning y’all”, she grinned

“It’s about damn time”, I muttered, “I thought you planned on sleeping the day away”

Gina glared at the both of us as she started making her plate, “After the week we had, we all should’ve slept in. Greg has been making our lives a living hell”

We spent the rest of the morning and majority of the afternoon relaxing in my living room. I was glad they decided to stay for the weekend. It helped keep my mind off of the fact that I was married and Daveed still had not responded in spite of him being active on social media.


Wednesday rolled around and still no response. By then I started looking into lawyers to help handle this case as well as message Daveed a few more times.

As I walked out of the conference room with Gina, we couldn’t help but giggle with excitement. They loved our presentation and we were getting promoted. The best part was watching Greg’s face contort with embarrassment when they realized he was planning on us failing the entire time.

“It’s time to celebrate!”, Gina tried not to yell as she pulled me into a hug

“I can’t wait! We finally did it!”

Gina pulled away and straightened her clothes when someone cleared their throat from behind us. I quickly turned around and released a breath I didn’t even realize I was hiding.

“Hey Jeremy”, I said softly

Jeremy and I worked together on multiple projects together and became really good friends over my time here. He was always sweet to me, especially when he realized how much of dick our boss was when it came to Gina and I.

He smiled softly again, his dimples beginning to show, “Hey, (Y/N). Hi, Gina”

“Hey, Jeremy”, she eyed the both of us before a sly grin spread across her face, “We’re going out to celebrate tonight. Want to join us?”

“I was just coming over here to congratulate you two”, he stepped closer with his arm brushing against mine, “I would love to go out with you guys. If that’s alright with you darlin’”

I tried not a blush at the nickname he have me years ago. Hearing that in his southern drawl drove me crazy. I made a rule quite some time ago that I would never date my coworkers, but Jeremy could definitely be the exception.

A soft, “of course”, was all I could manage to get out

“Great”, he said as he began to grin, “Text me the details when you get the chance. I’ll see you around darlin”

He waved to Gina and walked back to his office. I stopped holding my breath and leaned against the wall.

“What the hell was that? I thought you didn’t have a thing for any of the people we worked with”, Gina shrieked

“I said I wouldn’t date them. I never said none of them were appealing to me”

She gave me a knowing smirk and shook her head, “Go for it (Y/N). He’s into you. You’re into him. What’s the worse that could happen?”

“She’s married”, Ava said as she walked out the conference room

“Shit”, we both muttered as we walked back to our office


We all sat in the booth trying to catch our breath after Jeremy finished telling his story.

“I can’t believe you actually said that”, Gina cried out

“It wasn’t supposed to come out that way, but he had it coming”

When we all calmed down, Jeremy leaned back into his seat and smiled at me. I returned it as he took my hand under the table.

“I’m glad you invited me out tonight”

“That was all Gina, not me”, I clarified

“So you didn’t want me to come out?”, he said pretending to be offended

“No”, I giggled, “I wanted you to come. I like spending time with you”

“I like spending time with you too”, he said as he gave my hand a soft squeeze

In my head, everything was planned out. I would meet with a lawyer sometime this week to get divorced whether Daveed wanted to respond or not. A part of me was extremely irritated that he never responded, but I was trying to remain calm about the entire situation. At some point, I would have to tell Jeremy if we continue on like this. Would he even understand? The women he likes accidentally got married and can’t find her husband. Yeah, that should blow over easy. Either way, pretty soon I’ll be a free woman and I won’t have to worry about this ordeal or have  to face Daveed again hopefully.

The sooner I got it over with, the sooner I could put it behind me.


As Jeremy walked me up the steps, my stomach was still full of butterflies. We laughed the entire way to my house and he had yet to let go of my hand.

“Did you have a good time?”, he asked shyly

“Of course. I always have fun when you’re around”

Between the butterflies and blushing, I wasn’t thinking straight. I wanted to kiss him more than anything. I shouldn’t have waited so long to go out with Jeremy. Maybe if we started dating before the trip, I would never be in this position in the first place.

“We should try this again with just the two of us”, he smiled as we reached the top to the staircase

“It’s a date”, I giggled

He grinned at me and looked at my lips for only a second. The mood began to change as we inched closer to each other. Before our lips could touch, someone cleared their throat. We jumped back and Jeremy wrapped his arm around my waist before I lost my balance.

We both looked in the direction of the noise and my eyes widened. If it wasn’t for the shock, I would have screamed at him until my face turned blue.

“Umm, hey (Y/N)”, Daveed said nervously

This can’t be happening.

get some son pt. 2 || davey jacobs

yet another part two, i’m glad you guys like my writing enough to want me do add to it (or you, just to tie up the lose end i dropped here and there, but it’s still nice to know that you’re invested)

anyways, what happened last time was you found davey selling and all the other newsies who were there wittnessed davey ask you to dinner and you say y E S and they were shook

hopefully you’ve read it 

so here’s part 2



       "C'mon Davey, they seemed really nice, please?!“ You pleaded but he shook his head. Since you had come over for dinner, you’d been pestering Davey to introduce you to his friends. Davey had said no each time. You didn’t understand why. Was he embarrassed of them? Was he embarrassed of you? "Are you embarrassed of me?”
Davey looked at you, shocked that you would think such a thing. 

        “N-no! Of course not! I could never be embarrassed of you, you’re wonderful. T-that’s not why I don’t want you to meet them.” He chuckled nervously on his last sentence. “I just don’t want them to take advantage of you or something.”

        That wasn’t completely true. While Davey knew that some of them would try very hard to get into your pants, you were smarter than that and they all knew that no meant no. No, what he was worried about was that you might want them to get into your pants. That didn’t come out quite right, he meant that he didn’t any of them to steal your heart. Just because they knew that he was in love with you didn’t mean that they wouldn’t try to woo you. And that you wouldn’t be wooed. It was silly and selfish, he knew, but he just didn’t want you to see that there were better options than him. Which again, was silly seeing as you two weren’t even a couple. Yet. 

        “Well, I’m a big girl, Dave and I’ve lived in New York long enough to know how to watch out for myself.” You argue, the gears wurring in your brain. You thought for a moment, trying to think of a threat or something to convince him. “And… And if you won’t introduce me yourself, I guess I’ll just have to do it myself." 

        "W-what? No, you wouldn’t do that! You don’t even know where the lodging house is!” You grinned, wondering why you hadn’t thought to say that earlier. It had sent Davey all in a flustered flutter, his cheeks had gone red and he began wringing his hat in his hands. Although you felt bad for giving the man anxiety, you couldn’t help but think that he was adorable. ‘Stop that!’ the voice in the back of your head chided. You had feelings for Davey, but you didn’t want to ruin one of the only friendship you had just because the boy didn’t like you back. He had to see at least ten girls that were much prettier, richer, smarter, and more level headed than you, everyday whist he was selling his papers. You didn’t stand a chance. 

        “It shouldn’t be too hard, there’s newsboys on practically every street and the Lord knows how flirty they all are!” You clipped, putting your hands on your hips. For a moment you thought you had won. But the sudden smirk on Davey’s face dashed your victory. 

        “So your father is fine with you leaving the house unattended?” He challenged. God dammit, you hadn’t thought about that. Your family didn’t pay a whole lot of attention to you, but whenever you tried to go somewhere with one of your older siblings or Davey, your father freaked out. There was no way in hell he was about to let you go find some Newsie and have them show you their house. 

        “I-I’ll tell him that you’re taking me!” You fought back. You were about to smack this stupid paper boy. 

        “And I’ll tell 'em you’re lying.” Davey retorted, crossing his arms. You huffed. There was no getting around this, if your father didn’t catch you, Davey would. 

        “Please Davey, I just want to met them, not become one of them.” You begged, giving him a look not unlike the one that Les used when pretending to be a sick orphan. He gave in, knowing that he really couldn’t say no to you. 

        “Alright, fine.” He exasperated, putting his cap back on. You grinned again and he was pretty sure he could hear his heart. “But if anyone tried anything that I don’t like, I’m bringing you home." 

        "Oh, thank you!” You flung your arms around Davey, trying to ignore the strong, warm scent that he always gave off. It made you weak in the knee area. He chuckled, the sound humming through you. He patted your back. Those boys better behave themselves. 

-

        Davey was at your door by 7:00 pm sharp the next day. He had ushered Les home, telling him to inform their mother that he’d be with you. His mother trusted you to make sure that he didn’t do anything stupid, so that should be explanation enough. Your younger sister of 5 opened the door, looking at him with big brown eyes. Your siblings loved Davey and Les, but this one was a little on edge about Davey, probably because he was so big compared to everyone else in her small world. He bent down, not wanting to intimate her. 

        “Hey Sue Sue, can you get (y/n) for me?” The little girl just blinked at him, like she hadn’t understood the request. 

        “Sue, what did I tell you about opening the -, oh, hello David.” Your mother appeared in the doorway, a baby on her hip. She looked frazzled as usual. He felt bad, it had to be hard to keep track of ten children. He hoped he wouldn’t have that many children. Then again, you hated being apart of such a big family so he probably didn’t have much to worry about. He internally shook his head. What was he thinking, it wasn’t like you two were going to end up together, much less have kids together. “You can come on, (y/n)’s just cleaning off some dishes, she’ll be done in a bit.”

        “Thank you, Nell.” He said, entering the small home. Sue made a motion at him to pick her up. Davey was puzzled but complied, letting her wrap her arms around his neck and give his cheek a smooch. This was all very out of character for her.

        “She’s just excited. She thinks you’re taking (y/n) away to get married. She’s been babbling about it all day. (y/n) and her prince, Davey.” Nell chuckled, leading Davey to the kitchen. His face was a beet red. Did her family think they were a couple? He found you at the wash bin, your back turned to him. 

        “Hey Newsie.” He chimed, making you jump and almost drop the dish you were holding. You shot him an annoyed grin, it was quickly replaced but a pleasant look of surprise. 

        “I think she’s finally learning to like you.” You comment, taking your sister out of his grasp and setting her on the floor. “Go find Janelle, I think she has a treat for you!” You convince the little girl. She shoots off like a rocket the moment she hears the word treat. You return to your full height, which was still shorter than Davey. “You ready to go?”

        “Ready when you are” He shrugged. He was a little disappointed that the moment with Sue had ended. It almost felt like you were a little family. You nodded, linking your arm around his and leading him out of the building. You took a deep breath when the lodging house came into sight. Davey stopped you in your tracks, making you face him.

        “You don’t have to be nervous. They’re really excited to meet you.” He assured, confronting your unsaid fear. You bit your lip, looking at your shoes. You were excited to meet them to, but that didn’t stop your nerves and the ever badgering question.

        “But what if they don’t like me?” You questioned, beginning to mess with the cuff of your friend’s sleeve. Davey laughed, tilting your chin back to him.

        “So long as you’re not one of the DeLancey brothers, they’ll like you. Besides, you’re a very hard person to dislike. You’ll be fine.” He insisted, gently taking hold of your arm and continued walking. You stop right in front of the door. Already you can hear the commotion going on in there and you feel your anxiety tug at your gut. Davey noticed your expression. In a moment of bravery, his hand slips down into your’s, giving it a small squeeze. “Hey, you’re my family. And if you’re my family, you’re their family. They’ll love you. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

        There are butterflies in your stomach but your heart feels bolder. You give Davey a quick, tight hug and a thank you before letting him open the door. There are boys all over the place. Some are sitting on a couple of worn out couches, playing cards. Smaller boys are chasing a few older ones. Others are tossing a ball back and forth. One by one, the boys stop whatever they’re doing to look at you and Dave. Some of the older ones take off their hats. You blush, not expecting your arrival to be this big of a deal. A curly blond with a cigar hanging loosely from his lips hops off the couch and struts over to you, grabbing your knuckles and kissing them.

        “It’s nice ta meet ya, miss (y/n)” The young man chirped. A sudden peg of annoyance aimed at Davey flashed through you. Apparently, they knew your name, but the only one you knew of Jack and this boy didn’t meet the description. You looked over at Davey, silently asking for a name. He mouth back 'Race’. Or at least, that’s what it looked like. But Race wasn’t a name, it must be Rick or Red or something. 

        “You as well… Rick..” You hesitated on his name. He cocked an eyebrow at you.

        “It’s Race.” Although he kept up his charming air, his correction was a little short. 

        “Oh my, I’m terribly sorry.” You apologize, feeling like a fool. Great, things were already going wrong. Why did you beg Davey so hard again? Race waved his hand in the air like it was no big deal.

        “Don’ even worry 'bout it, princess.” He winked. Davey drew a little closer, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

        “Race, where’s Jack?” He asked, not wanting to give the boy anymore chances to hit on you. Race seemed a little taken a back. 

        “He’s up on his, uh, penthouse I t'ink.” Race grumbled, “I’ll go an’ get 'em. Don’t go anywhere Princess, I’ll be right back” He left with a wink and a smirk. You looked back at Davey.

        “They’re not all that flirty, are they?” You tried to not show how uncomfortable that experience had made you. Sure, he was just trying to be sweet and you were flattered, but you never knew how to handle being hit on. Davey and some of the boys who were closer to you laughed. 

        “No, most of these guys aren’t like that. Race is a special case. Well, him and Romeo.” A short boy gasped, throwing his hand to his heart. 

        “David, how rude of youse ta say such things about me! Comparing me ta Race? Really?” He mocked, tossing his other hand to his forehead like he was about to faint. You giggled at the goofy guy. Davey loved the sound of your laugh more than he loved most music. 

        “And that be Romeo.” He sighed, rubbing the back of neck. “That’s Specs, that’s Albert, that’s Henry, that’s Jojo, that’s Finch, that’s Mush, that’s Crutchie, and that’s Elmer.” They all gave you a chorus of greeting in return. You waved at them a little shyly. 

        “It’s nice to finally meet you all!” You bubbled, beaming at all of them. Davey tugged at your arm to get your attention. He pointed up to the top of the stairs where a groggy teenage boy was entering through a door, followed closely by Race. 

        “And that’s Jack, the one who sold you the pape.” He explained. You made a noise of realization. Jack squinted at you, then he hit Race in the chest and muttered something to him before jogging down the stairs and to you. 

        “Well, I’m finally beenin’ introduced ta (y/n) 'erself, how swell is dat!” Jack chuckled, readjusting his cap. A pang of guilt filled you as you remembered that you’d basically shoved him aside without even buying a paper.

        “It’s nice to meet you, Jack. Davey’s told me lots about you.” You gushed, not really sure what to say to him. He seemed like a such a big presences. After all, he was the famed Jack Kelly, the cowboy, the one who’d gotten away from the refuge on the back of Teddy Roosevelt’s carriage. Davey wasn’t the only one who had told you about him, your two younger brothers thought he was the shit as well. 

        “Like wise. I’m glad dat Dave can have a girlyfriend dat don’t make him stutter.” Jack teased, smacking Davey lightly in the shoulder. You both suddenly got very flushed.

        “Oh, we’re not-” “He’s not-” “Nothing is-”

        Jack waved off your feeble protests. 

        “Just use protection an’ lemme know when da weddin’ is”

                                 ~ to be continued ~

Until the End (Pippa X Reader)

Words: 1782

Summary: You get some difficult news and live your final days

Warnings: Potentially horrible writing, ANGST


“I’m very sorry,” the doctor said as he stood in front of you with a solemn face. You felt your stomach drop. You looked around the room, trying to find something to concentrate on as your world seemed to fall apart. Your gaze landed on the clock on the wall.

“I need to get to work,” You said quietly, seeming to stumble over your words. He nodded and set up your next appointment before you made your way to the Richard Rodgers Theater.

Your eyes were glued to the ground as you walked down the streets of New York. You had always wanted to do something meaningful with your life. Yes, you got your roles on Broadway. You got your role in Hamilton. You met the love of your life. But, that’s just it. There was still so much to do. So many things to do. And, you seemed to be running out of time.  

God, there was so much. So many roles. So many things you could do. So many things you wanted to do. Your stomach fell more and more as fear crept upon you. You’d be playing your last show as Angelica soon. You’d be saying goodbye to so many so soon. You’d never be able to play another role. You’d never be able to have kids. Hell, you’d never be able to get married. Oh god. What would Pippa say?

Your gaze set upon the sign for the theater and your heart broke. You walked to the entrance and made your way backstage.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Daveed said as he and Oak walked by. You smiled in response, afraid of what would happen if you tried to speak. You greeted the rest of the company, trying to be as cheerful as you could. You made your way down to the dressing room you shared with Pippa and Jasmine.

As you stepped inside, you recognized the voice of Renee accompanying theirs.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Jasmine greeted from the couch where her and Renee sat. Pippa got up and trapped you in an embrace.

“Hey guys,” You said with a weak smile, about to start crying in your girlfriend’s arms. Pippa’s eyebrows furrowed as she looked at you with her eyes almost asking you “what’s wrong?” You gave her a small nod as if to say that you’d explain later. You gave Renee and Jasmine.

“So, Renee, what brings you back?” You said trying to distract yourself.

“Oh no reason in particular. Alexis agreed to take the kids out tonight so that I could watch my favorite sisters perform.”

Their conversation continue as your heart panged. It wouldn’t be much more time until you couldn’t perform along their sides. You looked around the dressing room, almost trying to memorize how it looked. Pippa sat down next to you and placed her hand on your knee, similar to how the doctor had done not too long prior. You turned to her and buried your head into her shoulder.


“Hey, what’s going on?” She whispered in your ear. You nodded just as you had done earlier. The thought of telling her tore your heart to shreds. How would you tell her? How could you? “Hey guys,” she said addressing the two other girls, “can we borrow the room for a moment?”

“Of course, we’ll be right outside if you need us.” Jasmine gave the two of you a small smile as they stepped out.

“Okay, what’s wrong, love? You’ve been off since you stepped in,” She said with her eyes full of concern. You looked down to the ground as you tried to find the words to tell her. She lifted your head ever so slightly to look you in the eyes.

“I-” You paused. “I went to the doctor’s this morning,” You said quietly.

“What happened (Y/N)? Are you okay?” She asked, her words laced with worry.

“Pip,” You paused, knowing that the next words would make everything so real. You looked back down not wanting to see her face. “I have cancer.”

The words seemed surreal leaving your mouth. You felt her arms wrap around you as you thought of just unreal it was. The tears came flowing down your face. Once they started, you couldn’t seem to get it to stop. She rubbed your back lovingly as you felt her own tears fall.

“Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She whispered, her voice seeming more and more weak with every second that passed.

You sat there like that for what seemed like hours (despite only being a few minutes). She finally sat back and looked you with overwhelming sadness. You took a deep breath knowing that the next words to come would be even worse.

“One year.” Her face dropped even more despite not seeming possible.

“What?” She said breathless.

“The doctor’s estimate was one year. It might be longer, but-” You were interrupted by her arms wrapping you in a hug. She seemed even more hysterical than you both were moments earlier.

“We’ll get through this, love, I promise.” She said as she calmed down. “Do you want me to ask Lin if your alternate could perform tonight?”

“No, I- I need to do this.” She nodded in understanding as she took your hand in hers. “Let’s go see everyone,” You said with a small smile pulling her up with you.

The two of you walked outside hand in hand. The rest of the company sat outside talking.

“Hey love birds!” Anthony said jokingly until the two of you came closer when everyone noticed your red eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Are you two okay?” He asked with concern, his goofy expression turning serious in an instant.

“I actually need to tell you guys something.” You said quietly as you took a seat, suddenly feeling exhausted. Pippa rested her arm around you, kissing the top of your head. The cast turned to you with concern. “You know,” You paused, “you guys are family to me.”

“And you’re family to us (Y/N).” Chris said.

“I’m going to be, um, I’m going to stop performing soon.” Lin frowned.

“We’ll miss you a lot (Y/N). Did you land another role?”

“Better than Angelica?” Daveed continued with a smirk.

“Oh please, Diggs, what is there that’s ‘better than Angelica’?” Renee asked with a laugh causing the rest of the company to join in laughter.

“Actually, no.” You frowned. “I found out this morning that,” Your words seemed to get stuck in your throat. You put your head in the crook of Pippa’s neck trying not to burst into tears for the second time that day. Thankfully, she understood the trouble you were having.

“She has cancer,” She said in a small voice. You looked up at the cast as you composed yourself. The faces of every person in the room dropped. Jasmine almost immediately began to sob in Anthony’s shirt. Lin’s mouth dropped open. Leslie looked down as if he were about to start crying as well. Oak was the first to get up and hug you tight. The rest followed suit and joined in the hug.

That was the hardest show any of you had performed. Pippa’s scream after Stay Alive (Reprise) was especially awful. You nearly broke down as you sung It’s Quiet Uptown. Pippa and Lin could hardly stop crying as you sang. The cast rotated in and out of your dressing room as you came on and off stage.

That night, you and Pippa sat on your couch in silence. You laid in her arms as she mindlessly played with your hair. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

During your last show, you struggled. Hell, the entire cast did. You were so exhausted from treatment that someone continuously held you up, trying to seem natural. Lin stood in front of the crowd at the end of the show in his full Alexander Hamilton get up.

“As most of you know, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s last show.” He called for Pippa and you to come up to center stage. You stood there in confusion. She turned to you.

“My love,” She started. “When we first met, I instantly fell in love with you. You made me feel so… so… “

“Helpless?” She laughed lightly.

“What I’m trying to say is that I know that we don’t have our entire lives ahead of us. But, I want you to know that I’ll be right here next to you. Always. Every moment until the last.” She got down on a knee.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you marry me?” Your hands flew to your mouth in shock. You shook your head and wrapped her in a hug.

And, she did. After you left the show officially, Pippa took a break from Hamilton. She was always by your side. The cast rotated in and out of your shared apartment and later, your hospital room.

Most of the cast stood in your small room.

“I’m going to get some food,” Daveed said as most of them agreed.

“Pip, go with them. You still need to eat.” You told her. She nodded reluctantly and followed them out. You were left with Anthony and Jasmine. “Guys.” Jasmine put her hand on yours. “It’s time.”

“No, no. (Y/N),” Anthony started.

“Can you please take Pippa home with you two?”

“What? You shouldn’t-”

“Please, Ant, I can’t have her here. She hasn’t slept in weeks-”

“(Y/N), you shouldn’t be alone when you go,” Jasmine continued.

“Guys, please.”

The cast said their goodbyes an hour later. You hugged Lin extra tight.

“Thank you for everything.”

Jasmine and Anthony, especially, had tears running down their faces.

“I love you, Pip.”

The couple nearly had to drag her from the hospital. You looked down at your ring with a small smile reminiscing on the times you had with her. You looked at the flowers that flooded your room, knowing exactly who gave you what. Lin sent almost half of them. You looked at the giant teddy bear by your window that Chris brought with him during your first month of being there. It had his extra George Washington hat on it. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you smiled at everything Alexander Hamilton’s story had brought you to. You reached for your phone and clicked to the group chat.

I love you all. x

You started to text them before sleeping during your final months. They didn’t know that this would be the last they’d receive.

My love, take your time.

I’ll see you on the other side.

telexscope  asked:

cAn I hAvE sOmE LEGGY (Lafayette x Peggy)

*bangs fists on table* LEGGY LEGGY  LEGGY LEGGY LEGGY!

~~~~~

Peggy watched, admiring the dress Eliza was wearing, almost in complete awe over the details lining the white dress. “Liza - you look beautiful!” Eliza laughed, turning to her younger sister.

“You’ve said this several times Pegs, but thank you.” She smiled, cheesy, wide grin on her face. “Welcome!” She stood, fixing her dress as their dad came to the door.

“Everyone’s ready…” He smiled at his daughter, “Look at you, my little princess.”

Peggy grabbed the bouquet, handing Eliza hers as Angelica, Martha, Theo and their mom grabbed theirs. “You ready Betsy?” She grinned. “Let’s do this!”

~     ~     ~

Linked arm in arm with Laf, she grinned up at the taller man. He grinned back down, and she crinkled her nose as she saw the gold liner on his face. “How is it Liza hires professionals for makeup and yours still looks better than mine?” He pecked her on the nose, “Because, mon cher amour, I grew up with only females.”

“Well, I did too!” She pouted and he laughed.

“Ah yes, but as the youngest you had makeup done on you. As the oldest I had to do the makeup. I shall teach you! Your wings will look so good those instagramers will be jealous!” She laughed at him.

“We will be unstoppable!” He grinned, dropping her arms to fist bump, narrowly missing punching Alex in the face.

“Christ Laf!” He stumbled backwards, John catching him before he hit the ground. 

“Sorry.” Laf grinned sheepishly, and Alex rolled his eyes fondly.

“Yeah yeah…”

He turned back to Peggy, taking her by the arm. “You look beautiful, by the way.” She blushed, “Yeah well, you don’t look to bad yourself.”

“Mon cher, I do believe I look good everyday. As do you,” He winked, “We do make quite a good looking couple.” She giggled.

Phillip strolled back in, Pip holding his hand, small hand gripping a small sating pillow, two rings tied to it.

“Alright! Music is going to begin soon!” 

Angelica and Alex stood, arms linked, Martha with George, Theo with Aaron, John with their mother and Hercules was before Eliza and their dad, holding hands with Pip and Theo Jr, wide grin set on his face.

He was the only man who could walk down the isle with children instead of some beautiful woman and look happier than even the bride.

They heard the music, and the doors opened. Gripping the bouquet tighter, she and Laf followed behind, following behind Aaron and Theo, Angie and Alex behind them and their mom and John after them.

As they walked down Peggy smiled, seeing Maria stood, fiddling with her hands. Her dress wasn’t as flamboyant as Eliza’s wedding dress - but the details and designs matched almost perfectly. Her dress was red, floor length, but tight around her body, while Eliza’s flared out - the perfect princess gown for the perfect princess sister.

~     ~     ~

The reception was winding down, slow songs playing more so, couples dancing together while others lounged, talking amungst themselves. 

Alex and John had taken to sitting, sipping on some champagne, Alex’s face slightly red, and she chuckled, knowing how much of a light weight he was. Angie was flirting with some guy Maria knew - John Church, she thinks she heard Herc mention it to Laf.

Speaking of, said French man had wandered over to her. “My love, would you care to dance?” She set her drink down - gripping his hand with a smile.

“Did you expect me to say no?” She sent a dazzling smile, and Laf felt his heart melt.

“Well, a lovely lady like you, anyone would want a dance.” She laughed.

“Anyone yes, but I, being such a lady, save all my dances for the special man in my life.” Grinning, he wrapped an arm around her waist, as he led her into the slow dance.

She laid her head on his chest, him resting his chin atop of her head. “This was such a beautiful wedding…Liza seems so happy.” 

Laf grinned. “Oui, her and Maria make a lovely couple.”

She hummed, half listening as her mind wandered. “When we’re married,” He felt his heart skip a beat, “I don’t want as much hassle as Liza went through. And my reception won’t be as dimly lit.”

He cleared his throat. “When we get married?” His voice was light, teasing, but she sat up rigged.

“Oh God, I didn’t mean to say we. I mean, not saying I wouldn’t marry you but - like, we’ve only been dating for like a year and a half. Oh God please don’t think I’m weird.”

He laughed so hard he swore he pulled a muscle. “My dearest Margarita, I think we’re past me not thinking of you as weird. I have known you much longer than we’ve been together, and I must say, marriage with you had crossed my mind.” He bent down, kissing her tenderly.

“And if we were both completely ready, and if Maria wouldn’t kill me for stealing her thunder, I would ask you here. But,” He sighed, “Since both of those things stop me, I do fear we must wait.” He paused, “Not too long I hope,” He motioned back to where she had sat, the bouquet she caught from Liza sitting next to her coat.  

“If that says anything, then I think we’ll manage to wait my love.”

Laughing, she buried her head back in his chest. She was beyond proud to say this was the man she loved. As he was proud to say this was the woman he loved.

PINNING. (PART 1)

pairing: lin x reader

warnings: obliviousness ?? can they kiss already

words: 1170

summary: “are you sure you aren’t married?” lin and reader have been crushing on each other for a long time but they’re both oblivious.

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“For the fifth time, you are not going to embarrass yourself.”

“But Lin! They’re all beautiful and talented and I’m just me!” You whined, trying to get out of the situation you were in.

“You’re beautiful and talented too. Now, move.” He answered as he tugged on your arm lightly. You just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Lin, honey,” You started, “They’re Broadway actors. They’re a different kind of beautiful and talented.”

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Love Doesn’t Discriminate (Part II)

Word Count: 4329

Authors Note: So this is part two of our collab Beauty and the Beast AU, Lin x Reader fic. We’re very excited to be sharing this part with everyone and we hope that you enjoy it.

Part I


“Goodbye, Papa! Good Luck!”

You yelled after your father as he and his invention traveled to the fair, which you were sure would make him the world-famous inventor that he wanted to be.

“Goodbye (Y/N), and take care while I’m gone!” Jefferson yelled as he steered Icarus and the cart away from the house.

Normally the route to the fair was long and tedious, just barely interesting enough that he didn’t fall asleep at the reins. But he was alone this trip, with just Icarus to keep him company. So when he found what he thought to be a shortcut to get there faster, he took it, despite Icarus protesting the entire way.

A sudden movement in the woods beyond the small gravel path caused Icarus to back up, his eyes wide and scared. At the sudden wolf howl, the back of the cart rammed into a hollow tree, and the bats residing within took flight obscuring Jefferson’s vision as he encouraged the horse to go.

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Waking Up in Vegas

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Prompt: The reader and Daveed finally come face to face and agree to get an annulment.

Tagging: @toomanyfandoms109 @drugsdiggs @serkewen12 @nadialinett14 @jantales @miightymiighty @kayleebrynnnn @shy-and-awkward-daveed @pixeledpeople @olivelongnprosper

Word Count:  Almost 2.5k

A/N: This story is vaguely based on the film Waking Up in Vegas with Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher.

Originally posted by mirandasdaughter



“Umm, hey (Y/N)”, Daveed said nervously

Jeremy shifted next to me, taking in all that was going on. I could only imagine all the thoughts running through his head at the moment. I stood next to him, anger coursing through me due to the man standing in front of us.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked while taking a defensive stance to distance me from Daveed

“I don’t know. Is it?”, I sneered, “I mean it’s only been five days since I told you and instead of actually responding, you randomly show up at my apartment? How do you even know where I live?”

“Uhh..”

“Seriously, do I need to call the police?”, Jeremy cut in

I stepped around him and took his hand, “That won’t be needed. There’s something I need to talk to him about alone”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay (Y/N)? You’ve never mentioned this guy’s name before and it seems like he’s giving you trouble. Are you positive you need me to leave?”

I sighed and glared at Daveed, who stepped away from the both of us, unsure of what to say next.

“I can’t explain everything to you right this second, but I promise I’ll tell you everything tomorrow”

I squeezed his hand and tried to smile, but the stress was beginning to take its toll on me. He deserved to know if we planned to continue on like this. How would he react to it was what stressed me out the most.

“Okay”, he said softly as he pulled me into a hug, “Call me if you need anything”

He leaned down to kiss my forehead and gave me a smile. Before he walked down the steps, he gave Daveed a once over, then glared at him and disappeared.

I turned on my heels. This was not the way I pictured any of this happening. As soon as I stepped into my house, Daveed trailed in right behind me. I kicked my shoes off, threw my purse on the coffee table, then took my hair out of its bun.

After taking several deep breaths, I made my way to the kitchen to grab some water. He could wait for all I cared, since he did the same thing to me. When I reached my living room, he stood in the middle of it, looking around nervously.

“I shoul-”, he started

“No”, I said trying to get a hold of my anger, “It’s been five days Daveed. Five. Days. And you couldn’t respond at all?”

“I–”

“Just stop. As active as you are on social media, you’re going to try and tell me you didn’t see it? Do you even know what’s going on?”, I said as I left to grab the paper

He followed me again.

“I panicked (Y/N). I didn’t mean to hurt you”, he said from the doorway of my bedroom

“Panicked? For what? I’m used to being rejected, so when you didn’t call. I figured I could just forget about you and move on, but then I got this in the mail”

He took the paper from my hand and read every single word.

“Holy shit”, was all he could get out

“Mhmm”

“We’re…you and I…we’re…”

“Married. Yes, apparently chapels in Vegas don’t care how drunk you are. As long as you can afford it that’s all that matters”

“What are we going to do?”, he asked as I sat on my bed

“I have a meeting with an attorney tomorrow afternoon. I wanted to see what I could do to get this marriage annulled since you were M.I.A”, I sneered

“(Y/N) I’m so so–”

“No. I don’t need an apology from you. You made it very clear that you didn’t want anything to do with me after we went our separate ways so I don’t see the point in discussing this any further. Meet me at the courthouse on 60 Centre street at 6 o’clock. Don’t be late”

Before he could go any further, I glared in his direction for the second time. It’s strange seeing a man of his stature become so small. He looked anywhere but me as he put his hands in his pockets.

“Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow then”, he quickly turned on his heel and left my room. Once I heard my front door shut, I left my room to get my phone and make sure the door was locked.

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.


I stepped into the courthouse at 6:10 and groaned as I finally reached the room. Daveed was sitting across from one man and a laptop facing him, both were laughing. When the door shut, they finally looked in my direction.

“Mrs.Diggs, it’s nice to finally meet you”, he smiled as he shook my hand, “My name is Ezra Morgan”

“I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N)”, I said stressing my last name, “My last name was never legally changed”

“I see. Please have a seat”

“And I’m Judge Nelson”, the other man on the screen stated, “I’ll be hearing out your case”

“Nice to meet you”, I said as I took a seat next to Daveed, who wore a smug grin on his face.

“So you’re allowed to be late, but I’m not?”

“Since I was the only one handling this mishap in the first place, I’m going to say yes”

As Mr. Morgan went over our paperwork silently, I text Gina and Ava while Daveed bounced his leg nervously.

“Can you stop?”, I asked as I rolled my eyes

“ I can’t. I wanted to talk to you, but you wouldn’t listen to me. Don’t want you thinking I ignored you because I wasn’t interested in you”, he grew silent, waiting for me to object

“After I got back to California, I debated calling you. I wanted to see where this would go, but I made the assumption that the distance would kill it before it could become something–”

“So you decided to end it yourself instead. That makes so sense”, I said sarcastically

“(Y/N)”, he sighed, “I’m sorry. I really am. Then I saw your message and I started to panic because I thought I was going to be a father. I wasn’t going to leave you hangin’. I would have helped out in every way that I could. I just needed time to process before I came to find you. I feel like an idiot”

He sighed again before hesitantly reaching for my hand, but ended up pulling it away. He looked dejected and confused. I was still a little upset that he took forever to respond. It was alright though, pretty soon this would all be over. He could go back to living his life and I could go back to mine.

“Daveed”, I said as I grabbed his hand, “It’s fine. You had every right to freak out. I did too when I got that damn certificate in the mail. You could have at least asked what it was first before making that assumption and this could have ended a lot quicker. Don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I guess”, he smiled softly and I found myself smiling back

Being this close to Daveed reminded me of the last time I saw him. That warm feeling that took over every time we met each other’s gaze. Should my heart be beating this fast? It shouldn’t, right?

Mr. Morgan cleared his throat and we broke out of the little bubble we created. He was smiling at us.

“Judge Nelson is a judge in Nevada that makes the final decision in cases similar to yours. Can you run me through what you remember from your time in Vegas?”, he asked

“I was out with my friends”, Daveed started

“Were one of these friends the witness?”

“Yeah, Rafael Casal. We ran into (Y/N) and her friends, one was the other witness. We decided to hang out for the rest of the night as a group and we bar hopped”

“What was your relationship with… Ms. (Y/L/N) throughout the rest of the night?”, Judge Nelson asked

“Umm…”, he said as he eyed me nervously

“We took an interest in each other. Both of our respective friends are dating, so it left us on our own for most of the night. We woke up the next day in the same room and a few weeks later, I got our marriage certificate in the mail”, I stated

“When you arrived to the chapel you and your friends were already drunk?”, Judge Nelson asked as he began writing something down

“Yes, we were”

“Do you have any more questions Ezra?”

“No, I have most of the information here”

“Then I think that is enough for today. We’ll reconvene later for my verdict. It was nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Diggs”, the judge responded

“That’s not my–”

Before I could finish, he ended the video.

“If you have any more questions, please call or email me during office hours. Until then, I will be in contact once he makes his decision”, Mr. Morgan said as he shook our hands, “Goodbye, Daveed and (Y/N)”

“Goodbye”

“Bye Ezra”

“Should I be alarmed that you address our attorney by his first name already?”, I asked as I turned to face Daveed

“Not at all”

We walked out the courthouse and I felt a rush of relief that we’re finally doing something about this. We both agreed to get some food down the street. As we made our way to the restaurant, Daveed made sure to slow down his pace so he could switch sides to be closer to the street.

By the time I realized it, we were already there.

After we were seated, we sat in the booth as an awkward silence took over. I caught him staring at me at least two times and each time he quickly averted his gaze.

“Do you have something you need to get off your chest?”

“This is weird”, he states as he looks at the menu again

“Thank god I’m not the only one”

He smiled as I started to giggle.

“Congratulations on finishing your movie with Rafael by the way”

“How did you–”

“When I was trying to find your address or at least some other way to contact you, it came up”

“So you kept tabs on me?”

“How else was I supposed to find my husband?”, I muttered

He smiled softly at me, “I can’t believe we got married”

“I know”, I sighed, “It was a mistake that will be corrected shortly so it doesn’t matter”

Daveed’s smile disappeared as he tried not to let his scowl show. The waitress came by to take our orders and even afterwards, he didn’t say a thing.

“Are you alright?”, I asked breaking the silence, “You’re awfully quiet”

“Nothing you need to worry about”

He spent the rest of our lunch ignoring me and avoiding eye contact. Once we were finished, we stepped out of the restaurant and he still hadn’t said a word.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“It doesn’t matter. It’ll get corrected shortly anyways”

“Wait…you want to stay married?”

“No, but I don’t want to be seen as a mistake either”, he said as he shoved his hands in his pockets and walked away

I caught up after calling his name, “The fact that we’re both married is a mistake, but that doesn’t mean you are. I liked you and I liked hanging out with you. If we were under different circumstances and actually kept in contact this could have been something”

His mood seemed to deflate more as I went on. He sighed softly as we nearly reached the courthouse.

“I understand. I honestly do. The chance of us being together are slim to none now. Also because you have…”

“Jeremy. I have…I forgot to tell Jeremy!”, I nearly yelled, “Oh my god”

“You were going to tell him about us?”, he laughed, “At least you’re being honest”

“Well yeah, if we decide to get in a relationship, I can’t start off on a lie”

“True. i doubt he would be happy to find out you were married to me when you first started dating. I saw the way he looked at me. He doesn’t trust me at all”, he agreed, “Isn’t that Mr. Morgan?”

When I looked up Mr. Morgan made eye contact and quickly made his way towards us.

“I’m so glad I ran into you two”, he paused to catch his breath, “I tried to call you earlier, but you didn’t answer”

“Well that didn’t take long”, Daveed mused

“No, it didn’t take him that long to reach a ruling. We should go inside to discuss this if you have time”

“For this I’ll make all the time in the world”, I said as Daveed rolled his eyes

We made our way back into the conference room and he pulled out a few pieces of paper from his briefcase.

He gave a pained sigh and I knew his news couldn’t be good.

“Judge Nelson decided to reject your annulment”, he softly stated as he pushed his glasses off his nose

“He what!?”, we both shouted

“Nelson has dealt with so many cases like this before and he has grown very irritated with people doing exactly what you two did. He said it and I quote, ‘It is a constant disrespect to the sanctity of marriage’ and ‘Mr. and Mrs. Diggs must learn what it takes to make a marriage work for a trial run of thirty days’”

“He can’t do that”, I nearly screamed, “It was an accident! This has to be the dumbest ruling I have ever heard of”

“I thought it was mistake?”, Daveed says with raised eyebrows

“Daveed, not now! Can he force us stay married?”

“He’s already done it. Your trial starts today”, he said as he passed the papers along to me, “At least once a week you’ll both check in with a marriage counselor and after thirty days he’ll grant you your annulment”

“How will that work? Daveed doesn’t even live in New York”

I was looking for almost any excuse to make Judge Nelson change his mind.

“Actually I’ll be here for a little over a month. That workshop Rafa told you about is in New York”, Daveed smirked

“You’ve got to be kidding me”, I sighed, “Why is this so funny to you?”

“It’s kind of funny to see you not get your way. It might be childish, but it’s hilarious”, he said as continued to smirk

I gave Daveed the coldest look I could muster and leaned in closer, “I’m making your life a living hell husband

The smirk quickly left his face as he pushed his chair away from me.

This was going to be a very long month.


Wrong

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A/N: Another part for Wrong. The first one pretty much… flopped. But some of you really seemed to like it so here’s another one. Hopefully you’ll enjoy reading it! Also, yes, this is my third day in a row posting something, DON’T EXPECT THIS TO BECOME A HABIT. I just need to get some stuff out of the way so I have room to write other things.

Pairing: professor!Chris Evans x student!reader

Words: 1,821

Warning: sexually suggestive scene (didn’t go as far as smut… it’s a bit smut-ish)


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Anniversary ~ Part 2 [Stiles Stilinski]

Author: @werewolfmutant

Warnings: None

A/N: Yay! I finally got this done!!! Took a lot of work but now it’s finally complete! My fingers are tired so enjoy part 2 of Anniversary.

It had been a while, maybe two months, since Stiles and I broke up. I had recently got accepted into Yale, so yeah, I had settled into my apartment a couple of blocks away from the university.

I’ve made some friends here, I haven’t lost touch with Scott but I would tend to avoid the subject that is Stiles and I. It was rough for the first couple of weeks but I’ve cried out all of my tears now. I’m ready to move on.

But I knew and even my friends knew, I wouldn’t be getting over Stiles that easily.

I haven’t dated any other guys because I’m not ready for being out there again, so I’m just focusing on my school work and finishing college.

It was the night before a big test final I was studying for and I had to be completely focused on it so I could pass with at least a 90%. But my phone had been blowing up all night for some unknown reason. And it was all from Scott.

Part of me was thinking something was wrong but I pushed that in the back of my mind and continued with my studying, putting my phone in the dresser so I could have piece and quiet.

But obviously I wasn’t going to get that.

There were three loud bangs on my door that made me jump in surprise. Who on earth could that be at this hour? I didn’t move, afraid it might be some drunk person who mistaken my apartment room for theirs.

“Y/N?”

My heart stopped when I heard that familiar voice on the other side. “Stiles?” I whispered, not even moving from the bed. “Y/N please, let me in. I-I need to talk to you, just open the door.”

I stood up, rushing to the door, reaching for the handle, but then I stopped. Everything that happened two months ago came back like a flood, making me back away from the door. Why was he here? Surely, he knows he is the last person I want to speak to.

“Y/N? Please? Please, baby, I miss you. Please open up.” Stiles continued to plead and I had to take all of my strength to not open that door.

“Go away, Stiles.” I told him, trying not to break my firm voice but it wavered anyway.

“Y/N, just let me–”

“I said go away, Stiles!” I shouted, clenching my fists. “Just leave!”

I didn’t hear anything else on the other side, biting my lip I hesitantly walked towards the door, looking through the peephole, and finding no one there.

I swallowed the unwanted lump in my throat and turned away from the door. I will not cry. I kept telling myself as I pushed myself away from the door and went back to my bedroom to study more.

But even I knew I lacked focus on the school work.


The next day, I woke up in a mood, after what happened last night, I wasn’t in the mood for putting all of my energy into a stupid test. I just wanted to be in my room all day, watching sad romance movies.

I had felt this way before. It was the way I felt when u broke things off with Stiles, the emotions, the pain, everything was coming back that I worked so hard to push away.

All because of some guy. But he wasn’t just a guy.

It was Stiles Stilinski.

My best friend since kindergarten, the love of my life, the one that took my heart and stomped on it.

Yeah, that was Stiles Stilinski.

As predicted, my focus wasn’t in the test at all, which meant I probably failed. But right now, I could care less.

I avoided my friends all day, left my phone in the drawer, and couldn’t get the one person off my mind. I felt like a freaking mess. Right now, all I wanted to do was get to my bed and sleep for the rest of the day. Or week.

I sulked my way to the third floor, where my apartment room was. I fished into my jacket pocket for the key but I suddenly stopped when I saw my door was left open ajar.

My heart started hammering in my chest as I neared the door, my knees shaking. I pushed the door open, ready to attack whoever was in my apartment room.

But I stopped.

Stiles sat on my bed, head dipped down and looking at his fidgeting fingers. “Stiles?” His head shot up at the sound of my voice and a took s good look at him for a moment. There was a bit of stubble under her chin, his eyes showed that he hadn’t gotten any sleep, with those black bags under his eyes.

He stood, “Y/N.”

“How the hell did you get into my apartment?” I questioned with wide eyes.

“I, uh, got another copy of your key.” He shifted on his feet.

“And broke into my apartment?”

“Yeah.” He rose his head up, his beautiful brown eyes meeting mines, “But I did it so I could talk to you.” He stepped forward and I stepped back, “Listen, please. Y/N, I never meant to hurt you. I love you with all of my heart, Y/N, you drive me crazy, I’m crazy for you, okay? I told you I loved Lydia but I love you. I-”

“That’s not what you said to her.” I snapped, cutting him off. “Stiles, don’t lie to yourself, don’t lie in my benefit. I know you, hell, I’ve known you for all my life, and I’ve always seen you fawn over Lydia. Scott knows this too. We all know this.” I turned my back to him clenching my fists again, “I shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend, I should’ve known better.” The emotions came back, it all came back. The tears welled up in my eyes, choking back a sob, “I love you, Stiles,” Angry built up as I spun around, “And you–”

My words got caught in my throat, the tears rolled down my cheek, as I saw Stiles dow.n on one knee, with a little box opened, and a beautiful ring inside. I gapped, trying to find my.words but nothing came out.

“Now that I’ve gotten you to shut up,” Stiles said. “Y/N, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, but I couldn’t find the right time. I rehearsed so many times on what I was going to say to you with Lydia and Scott, I still didn’t think I was ready. But here I am, ready as I’ll ever be.” I covered my mouth with my hands shell shocked, still speechless. He cleared his throat, “Ever since I first saw you, I instantly fell in love with you. Frankly, I don’t deserve you.” I feared up realizing it was the same words he had said to Lydia. When he was rehearsing it. “Y/N L/N, I love you, I always have. And I always will. For the rest of my life.”

I couldn’t help but smile through my tears, for the first time in two months. “Will you make me the happiest man alive, and marry me?”

I stared at him, couldn’t believe my eyes to find Stiles Stilinski proposing to me. Never would I have thought. I realized I was silent for a long while and I finally found the words to speak,.

“Yes.”

He smiled at me and stood up, taking my hand in his, and slipped the ring onto my finger. We engulfed in each other’s arms, oh how I missed being in his arms. Stiles pulled out of the hug and his lips were immediately on mines. The savoring feeling of his lips that I missed as well. This man was still able to make butterflies I my stomach.

I heard the door slam open, “YEEESSSS!” I heard a familiar voice shout. Breaking away from the kiss, I turned to see Scott and Lydia walk in with big smiles on their faces. I giggled at the two and gave each of them a hug. When Lydia and I were done hugging I said, “Lydia, would you be my maid of honor?”

She smiled, “Of course!” She pulled me in for another hug, “I’m so glad your back together!” She said.

I grinned and pulled away from her, going back to Stiles’ side. He dipped his head down, capturing my lips with his. “I love you.” He said once he pulled away.

I smiled up at him, “I love you too.”

“We’ve got our whole lives together now.” He kissed my cheek. “Happy very belated anniversary, Y/N.”

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Requests- “ Hey! (Love your work btw 💜) could you write a Lafayette x reader in hamiltimes using prompts 234, 303, and 320. Where the reader has been friends with the hamilsquad for awhile and things get spicy with her and Marquis” - @classyinternetmango

could i get a lafayette x reader where theyre like besties compared to the rest of the squad and theyre over at his or the readers dorm and theyre playing around, so lafayette tackles them and gets caught up in the moment by their eyes??”

234- “Oh my god! You’re in love with her!”

303- “Come over here and make me.”

320- “I’ve loved you for years.”

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“Laf are you almost packed, or what?” Alexander’s voice rang through the ratty war tent. 

Oui, just a few more things.” Lafayette was hastily shoving the few items he had at battle with him into his bag. He didn’t notice as Alexander walked over to his cot. 

“Oooh are these love letters?” he said with a smirk, picking up the thick stack of letters Lafayette had saved. 

“Alexander don-” Lafayette put a hand up to stop him.

“Wait…” Alexander turned some of the letters over in his hand. “These are from Y/N…you saved every letter she wrote you?” He looked up at Lafayette who was pretending to be busy and avoiding Alexander’s question. “Oh my god. You’re in love with her!” he said disbelievingly.

Tais-toi!“  Lafayette hissed. 

“Don’t you ‘tais-toi’ me! You’re fucking in love with Y/N aren’t you?”

Lafayette looked down at the green fleece blanket he had been folding. 

“How long?” he asked softly. Lafayette glanced up at Alexander.

“How…how long have we known her?” 

“Christ Lafayette! We met Y/N years ago! This whole time?” 

Lafayette nodded. Thoughts of all the times you and him had shared flashed through his mind. All the times he’d almost told you. 

“How do you live with this?” Alexander asked.

Lafayette took the letters from him and held them to his chest. “I manage.” 

“You have to tell her.” 

Lafayette’s head snapped up. “Es-tu fou?” 

“I’m not.” 

Non. No I cannot.” Lafayette shook his head, causing several curls to bounce free from his ponytail. 

“Why not? Lafayette, nobody’s courting her right now, and we’ll see her when we return. It’s the perfect time!” 

“Alexander no.”

“You’ll go over to your house, and she’ll be so happy to see you.”

Cesser.

“You’ll take her by the hand and tell her how much she means to you and-”

“Alexander!” Lafayette shouted. “You do not think there have not been several ‘perfect times’? I could have told her when I met her! I could have told her when she stayed with me until her father returned when her mother died. I could have told her in any one of the thousands of letters I must have written to her. I did not, and I will not!” Lafayette finished, breathing heavily. Alexander stared at him blankly. Lafayette rolled his eyes and put the last of his belongings in his taupe canvas bag. 

“You’re an idiot.” Alexander said. Lafayette turned to face him. 

“Pardon?”

“You heard me. Stupide.” Alexander crossed his arms. 

“Alexander.” Lafayette growled in warning. 

“Did you ever think that maybe Y/N feels the same way? That she harbors secret feelings for you too?” 

Lafayette took a step back. “I know she doesn’t. She would’ve said something.”

“Oh like you said something?” Alexander smiled. Lafayette clenched his jaw and stared daggers at him. “You can’t keep going on like this, Lafayette. What happens when she gets married?” 

Lafayette shook his head and left the tent. Alexander didn’t bring it up again on the long journey back to New York, but Lafayette hadn’t stopped thinking about it. 


You were playing the piano softly. Sunlight streamed through the window onto your hands as they floated over the keys, making up new melodies as they went. A sharp knock invaded your thoughts. Your head snapped up towards the front door. You leapt off of the piano bench and raced to the door. 

Your boys were home. 

You flung the door open. “Are you hurt?” You barely registered that it was really them before scanning for bandages or crutches. 

“We are fine.” Your stomach flipped at finally hearing Lafayette’s voice again. You squealed slightly and launched towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You heard the sound of his bags drop and felt his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. He rested his cheek on your head and you listened intently to his heart, thankful more than anything that it was still beating. 

“Please don’t leave for that long again.” you mumbled. 

“I could not bear it.” he said softly. Alexander stood the side and cleared his throat with a smirk on his face. You pulled away from Lafayette. 

“Oh Alexander! You’re alright!” You hugged him as well, but not for nearly as long. 

“Yes! How are you?” he asked with a smile. 

“I’m great! Hercules has been taking good care of me.” you explained, twirling in your dress. 

“Oh Hercules has been taking care of you, has he?” Alexander asked, looking up at Lafayette, who stared straight forward at a wall. 

“Yeah, the rest of you left me!” you said, slapping his chest. 

“He is a good friend.” Lafayette said without looking at you. You pursed your lips and nodded. 

“He is. Anyway, do you guys want some tea or something?” you asked. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I should probably go. Lafayette would love some though.” Alexander stepped out of the doorway and closed the door on Lafayette’s shocked face. 

“I’ll boil some water.” you said cheerily. 

Non, I can make it.” Lafayette said, moving towards your kitchen. 

“Are you kidding me? You just got back from war. The least I can do is make some tea for you, or is tea a sensitive topic for revolutionaries now.” you said with a coy smile. Lafayette grinned at you. 

“You are very funny, mademoiselle.” 

You smirked and walked into your kitchen, Lafayette following you. 

“So how was living with Alexander?” you asked while filling a kettle to put on the stove. 

“Ha! Let’s just say I much preferred living with you.” you heard him say behind you. You felt your heart flutter at the memories. You’d really fallen for Lafayette during that time, and the sentiments obviously hadn’t disappeared. “You need more wood.” His voice shook you from your thoughts. You turned around to see him peering in the bottom of your stove. 

“Oh…” you said.

“I will go get more.”

“No Laf  it’s fine I can do it.” you said. 

“But I am here so let me do it.” 

“You should relax. You just got back.”  You moved towards the back door. 

“Y/N, stop.” 

You smirked at him. “Come over here and make me.” 

The words had barely left your mouth and Lafayette was racing towards you. You squeaked and tried to run away, but his arms circled your waist and pulled you backwards. 

“Too easy.” he whispered in your ear. His fingers started tickling your stomach, and you doubled over with laughter. A tingling feel spread across you and you fell to the floor, unable to breathe. Lafayette laid over you and kept tickling you. 

“Laf! Please! Have mercy!” you gasped. 

“Alright.” He took his hands off of you, but you stayed trapped underneath him. You stared up at him, breathing heavily. He was a lot closer than you thought. He was just right there. He stared down at you with an equally blank expression. Clearly, he was deep in thought about something. 

“What are you thinking about?” You weren’t sure why you whispered the phrase, but it felt like the right thing to do. 

“You would not want to know.” he said softly. You sat up slightly, bringing your face closer to his. 

“I do.” You glanced down at his lips involuntarily. He took a sharp breath. 

“Y/N, I…” he trailed off. 

“Yes? You can tell me, Lafayette.” If you had to beg him to say it, you would. All you wanted was to hear him say it. 

“I….” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved for years.” 

That was all you needed to hear. You pushed yourself up and kissed him, pulling him back with you as you laid down on the ground of your kitchen. Lafayette leaned over your body with a hand on your waist and the other on top of your head. Your lips moved in synch with each other, and your heart was singing a light fluttery song, like a bird who had just woken up. 

You pulled away slightly. “Lafayette I love you too.” 

“Yes I noticed that.” Lafayette said, touching his lips lightly with his fingertips. 

“I’m so happy you’re home.” you said with a smile. 

“Me also.” He winked and bent down to meet your lips again.