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Everything about this gif is glorious. George just sassily trotting up and tossing the papers and just marching away. The extra flailing across the front. Jefferson skipping around and flinging more paper. Madison just calmly walking to the right. The two extras just getting d o w n in the back. The guys awkwardly carrying the bench in at the end. The ones rolling around on the floor and catching the papers. And Hamilton being in the midst of it all just looking exasperated. Beautiful.

Promise

Pairing: Daveed x reader

Summary: Reader suffers from an unrequited crush on one of her roommates. The other is there to comfort her.

Warnings: Alcohol, swearing, very mild angst?

A/N: Wow look I wrote something that isn’t smut! This was a short exercise in fluff more than anything. Because I needed to cleanse myself.

Word Count: 2,069


“Yo, their defense is trash, bro!” Anthony shouted, taking a swig from his beer.

“Tell me, Ant. Tell me where your team is in the bracket?” Daveed taunted. “Don’t worry, I’ll wait.”

“Man, fuck you,” Anthony said, laughing.

You were in your bedroom browsing Facebook on your laptop as your roommates obnoxiously watched one of many basketball games in the living room. More shouts and expletives followed, as well as the sound of more beers being cracked open. Just another day in the life of living with two guys. Soon, you heard a knock at the door.

“Coming!” Anthony said. You listened to his footsteps, then the sound of the door being unlocked and opened.

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Huh, so THAT’S what happened.

Comic: @r0s0kunek0   (Link to the comic)

Based on this:

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Voices:

Everyone - Me

Music:

Kevin Macleod - Sneaky Weasel

I do not own any of the rights to the copyrighted material used in this video, except for the use of my voice!

I Missed You

Relationship: Daveed x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1272

Summary: Could you do a Daveed x Reader where they are both really close friends and she is an excellent singer and performer, but they haven’t seen each other for years. Then he goes to see one of her gigs in New York one night and is amazed by her

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You rubbed your clammy palms against your dress as you paced around the dingy dressing room. Even though you’d been performing since before you could remember, you were nervous as hell. The familiar feeling of anxiousness and excitement that boiled in your stomach before every show never went away. Despite loving what you did and knowing you were good at it, you couldn’t help but wonder if you would bomb this show.

Over the past couple months, you’d managed to get a regular gig at Steph’s Bar. You performed every Thursday at 11:30 on the dot. It wasn’t ideal, but you would take what you got.

Steph’s wasn’t exactly the nicest place either. The bathrooms always smelled of sex and the stage was just a small platform a few feet off the ground that was just big enough for a piano and a mic stand. Despite its shortcomings, you’d grown fond of the place. There was also an amazing jazz pianist named Michael who you played with regularly. You wondered why he chose to work at a place like Steph’s, considering how talented he was, but you’d never asked.

“Hey, you ready?” Michael’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Um, I think so?” you said, though it came out as more of a question than a statement.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you.” He looked you in the eyes as you sighed and nodded your head.

“I don’t know why you’re worried! You always kill it. Have some confidence!” You rolled your eyes.

Easier said than done, you thought to yourself.

“C’mon,” he began as he put an arm around your shoulders and steered you out of the dressing room and towards the stage. “We’ve got a show to play.”

As you walked onto the stage, you kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with the patrons. After you took a deep breath to collect yourself, you looked up, eyes scanning the crowd. They landed upon a familiar face, but you couldn’t quite see them because they were standing in the back. You shrugged it off, making a mental note to figure it out later, and you began.

“Hello,” you said into the mic, a nervous smile on your face. “I’m (Y/N) and I’m here to sing a few songs for you tonight.” You paused and looked around, most people paying attention, but some looking disinterested. You didn’t let it get to you too much and you continued.

“The first song is called Georgia On My Mind.” There was a small smattering of applause as you looked at Michael. He nodded and started playing.

Your voice slid over the low notes with ease, sounding smooth and calming. Everyone slowly started paying attention, ditching whatever they were previously doing in favor of watching you perform. You looked over at Michael, who was slightly swaying as he played, completely absorbed in the music. You felt a sense of serenity as you closed your eyes and smiled.

“I said Georgia, Georgia,” you sang, your voice echoing throughout the bar. “A song of you.” There was a man in the crowd who was mouthing the lyrics along with you, which widened your smile.

After you finished the song, you stepped back from the mic. Applause erupted from the crowd, and you could tell that this was going to be a great show.

You sang five more songs before bowed and made your way off stage, Michael staying at the piano to play before the next singer took the stage. A few people congratulated you on a job well done as you walked through the crowd to get to the dressing room. Before you could get there, another person intercepted you.

“Hey there, (Y/N).” You looked up, having expected a stranger who didn’t know your name. Instead, Daveed was standing in front of you, a bright smile on his face. You were floored.

Daveed was your best friend in college, but he was two years ahead of you, so after he graduated, the two of you slowly stopped talking. You hadn’t seen him in over three years, so you were incredibly surprised.

“What are you doing here?” you asked excitedly, grabbing onto his waist to give him a hug. He wrapped his arms around you and you smiled into his chest. You pulled away and looked at him. He was a lot more buff than he was a few years ago, and he had grown his hair out, but there wasn’t much change.

“I came to see your show. I’d heard about it from a friend and decided to come check it out.” He was still smiling at you.

“We should go out for a bite and catch up,” you suggested, already getting ahead of yourself.

His smile changed into a frown, which worried you.

“Or we could do it another time, if you want,” you suggested, hoping you didn’t make things awkward. There were a few moments of silence before he replied.

“No, tonight’s fine. I’d love to.” You smiled, glad he had said yes.

“Cool! I’m gonna go get my bag before we go.” You left him with an excited smile.

You opened the door to the dressing room and grabbed your purse off of the old leather couch. You looked into the mirror, making sure you hadn’t sweated off all of your makeup - you hadn’t. After taking a deep breath, you left the room and met back up with Daveed.

“Ready to go?” he asked. You nodded.

-

“So,” you began. “What did you think of the show?” You ate a fry as you waited for his response.

“It was really good,” he said through a mouthful of a cheeseburger. You cringed slightly.

“Did your mother never teach you manners, Diggs?” He looked fake offended.

“She did, as a matter of fact. I just happened to not listen.” You chuckled at his dumb joke, a smile spreading across your face.

“What do you do now?” you asked. You remembered Daveed joining a rap group in college, and performing in some productions as well, but you didn’t know what he was currently doing.

“I’m in a musical. I do some music on the side, but that’s my main thing right now.” You were surprised.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You seem shocked.”

“No, it’s just… I wouldn’t have thought that you would continue with theater, that’s all. But that’s really cool. What show is it?”

“It’s called Hamilton.” You nodded, motioning for him to continue. You’d heard of the show before -vaguely- maybe from a friend or something, but you didn’t know much about it. “We moved to broadway a couple months ago, it’s a pretty cool gig.”

“That’s awesome,” you said, genuinely happy for him.

“Thanks,” he smiled.

The rest of the night went really well. The two of you laughed and swapped stories of what had happened in the three years that you hadn’t seen each other. It was fun, and you realized how much you had missed him.

“We should do this again,” Daveed suggested as you two stood outside of your apartment building, Daveed having offered to walk you home.

“Definitely,” you said with a smile. You turned to go into the building, but before you entered, you spun back around and gave Daveed a kiss on the cheek. He looked surprised but also happy.

“Goodnight,” you said, opening the door to your building.

“Goodnight,” you heard softly right before the door closed. You smiled to yourself as you rode the elevator up to your floor, feeling kinda sleepy and totally giddy. Twenty minutes later, you fell asleep, thinking of Daveed.

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this took me forever to write whoops! hope you guys liked it 😊💕

I’ve been workin’ on this for three days now and I’m still far from halfway TT~TT (May also be ‘cuz I had other stuff in the way XP)

Betcha this is gonna go past 400 frames. Might take another week to get this done so please be patient with me TT^TT Pray for meh guyz

joxbluefox  asked:

Where and when is the next daveed's concert

Why, I’m so glad you asked! 

If you go to the homepage of this Tumblr at any time, you’ll see this:

If you click on the pull-through menu, you’ll find a bunch of options: easy access to a few commonly-tagged Daveed-related things, as well pertinent posts, like the running list of any upcoming live shows.

That immediately sends you straight to the 2017 Master Post of upcoming live shows. I update it every time something new is announced, so you can always keep track with what he’s doing next!

shattered glass.

here’s another one shot lol

but whoever keeps sending me asks about me putting fluff/angst into smut tags, come off anon bc this is really since i havent done it since the last one and if any of my work has been put in there it was on accident or probably bc i put MY hashtag in my work.


“What do you mean?” Her voice came out in barely a whisper, the sound of her heartbreaking pushing itself through the small body.

“What do you mean, Thomas?” She asked again, this time, using his name. Her hands began to shake when he didn’t answer, his dark eyes falling to memorize the floor.

“Thomas.” Her voice was louder this time, more demanding even when it broke in two. He didn’t look up, though. He didn’t want to see the disappointment on her face, the heartbreak in her eyes, the way her soul would leave her when he told her.

“Thomas,” She didn't let up. How could she? He wouldn’t tell her what he meant. He wouldn’t tell her the truth.

“Tell. Me.” Her voice was strong, never giving up until he spoke up.

“I-” Thomas paused for a moment before looking up at her, his eyes meeting with hers.

He’s about to break her. Make her not trust a man ever again. Make her life a living hell, but she wanted to know. She had the right to know.

“I cheated on you when I was in Paris.” His eyes left hers before returning. He memorized the features of her face once before, but now? 

Now he was memorizing the way her lips quivered, the way her eyes filled with tears and heartbreak, how her small whimpers came out as small broken dreams she once allowed to live in her head, the way her hands balled into fists for seconds before she pushed both of them in her ratted hair and pulled on it, how she screamed from pain at the way her heart was ripped into two and the way her soul left her body.

“I’m sorry.” Thomas apologized to the shattered girl. She shook her head as she let the tears roll from her eyes.

“You’re not sorry.” She hissed, the small noise making his eyes water from this. He didn’t meant to do this. He didn’t mean to shatter her like glass. He didn’t mean to ram a stack through her heart.

But he did and there was no coming back from that.


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5vibesofsummer  asked:

I believe it was you who uploaded the full audio of the clipping. Rough Trade concert to SoundCloud? (If you didn't, my apologies) but I've literally been listening to it for the past couple hours and having nostalgic flashbacks😂😂 I miss that concert so much, it was literally perfect. Thank you for uploading it! (If it was you😅 if it wasn't sorry for the confusion!)

It was me! And you’re very welcome. I tend to record the shows I go to and I thought perhaps others might like to listen as well. Live audios may not be as good as the professional recordings, but the energy is just so vastly different; I love listening to Wriggle live, it’s so damn invigorating.

Washington: Son,

Hamilton: Don’t call me son 👎✋ call📞 me BEAST 💪! Keep the grind goin’ non-stop 👏proud graduate at King’s college ✍️🤓talk less?? SPEAK UP. ⬆️RISE UP. ⬆️Caribbean born, USA bred 🗽🇺🇸Everyone must sit under their own vine 🌱🌿 and figtree. (Micha 4:4 )👏🏽 All I’ve got is my god🙌🏽. Redefining bravery since 1757. 👏💪👋🙌