Req: If you don’t write about the actors no problem, but if you do, could you do a Daveed x reader where the reader lives with Daveed and oak as friends and oak realises that Daveed and reader are falling for each other and meddles to get them together?? Thank you 💕💕💕
type: flluff as always
AN: uh. hi guys. im really sorry that this took me basically three months to write, but an upheaval of my schedule plus a bad case of writers block caused this blog to be put on hold. Anyways, enjoy this lil story!
You walked into your apartment that you shared with some of your closest friends in the world, Daveed and Oak. You had met during the Hamilton workshops, as you were the makeup artist, and Lin had wanted you there. You, Daveed and Oak had immediately hit it off and had quickly become inseparable.
You set down the groceries on the counter, closing the door with your foot. Daveed walked into the kitchen as you were putting the groceries away, and started to help. This normally wouldn’t have been an issue, except that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. And you were kinda in love with him, not that he knew that. All you could think about was how he must know that you like him, otherwise he wouldn’t torture you like this. Oak came in to help and you sighed in relief, hoping that this would help you be more grounded; it didn’t work, as you knocked a bag of chips on the floor, resulting their confused looks and Oak saying, “Are you alright?” with both concern and something you couldn’t identify lacing his voice. You glance at Daveed’s chest and sigh, “i’m just tired,” you blatantly lie, as you were very alert and aware of Daveed’s chest. Oak smirked and patted your shoulder saying, “we’ll finish up putting them away, you can go lay down until it’s time to leave for the theatre, ok?”
You sighed and nodded, walking to your room and laying on the bed, thinking about Daveed and what you loved about him. You loved his humor, his face, his hair, his abs, everything about him. And not only were you hopelessly in love, but it was starting to show, judging by Oak’s reaction to you knocking the chips off of the table. You slowly made sure you had everything you needed before you and the boys left for the theatre, trying to postpone the inevitable car ride that would force you to be in close quarters with Daveed and his magnificent hair. Normally you would be able to handle this situation, as you did every day, but the day’s earlier events, along with the new development of oaks knowing smirks made it a whole new experience.
Thankfully, you made it to the theatre without an incident, but once you got to the theatre, it all went to shit. Oak immediately went to Renee and Jasmine, telling them what had happened earlier, and the word got around the theatre remarkably quickly, judging by everyone’s witty comments while you were doing their makeup. Such as “how was your day” accompanied by eyebrow wiggling from Lin. You smacked him with the brush you were holding, seeing as you did not care about getting makeup on his everyday clothes.
“Hey! All i did was ask about your day!”
“Yeah, but that eyebrow wiggle gave it a whole new meaning and you know it.”
Lin giggled and mimed fainting, making you laugh and smack him again. Once you finished his makeup, you moved on to Daveed’s dressing room. You stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath before swinging the door open. As you walked in daveed looked up, and you faltered for a second, because yet again he wasn’t wearing a shirt. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO DO THAT you mentally screamed.
“Hey (y/n),” Daveed said cheerily and grinning.
“Hey Daveed!” you replied with equal enthusiasm, getting crushed in his embrace, “owww. You are really strong, you know that right?”
“Yep! And you’re really good at makeup, you know that right?” he finished his sentence with a raised eyebrow and smirk.
You pursed your lips and got to work doing his makeup, trying not to linger too long anywhere on his face, not that he would notice. Eventually the Musical started, and you could relax until intermission, when you had to help a few cast members transform into different characters. You lay on the couch in Daveed’s dressing room, scrolling on your phone, when Jasmine opened the door and asked you to come to her dressing room and help with her makeup. While you were doing her makeup, she was talking about how about her and anthony had gotten together. The story was how she always opened for her trying to set you up with someone. Thus she continued with talking about how you and Daveed would look soooooo cuuuute!
This type of conversation happened all through the show, each causing you to get more flustered. At the very end of the show, Jasmine grabbed you and started dragging you through the theatre.
“What are you doing?” you questioned.
“You’ll see” she replied with a smirk and giggle, making you incredibly nervous.
“Please don’t look at me like that and the giggle, it makes me incredibly nervous.”
You approached a closet, and she shoved you inside, against your protests. You fell into the closet as the door shut, effectively shutting out the light. You leaned against the wall, and screamed and jumped when you touched something warm.
“Relax, it’s just me.” you heard a voice sigh.
“Daveed? What are we doing in here?”
“It seems that our dear friend, Oak, thought it would be a great idea to lock us in a closet together.”
You didn’t reply, as you were thinking about what you were going to do to oak when you got out of this closet.
“Guess we just gotta sit here and wait for them to be kind souls and let us out.”
“That won’t happen for a while,” You sighed and ran your hand through your hair, staring at his vague silhouette, your eyes finally starting to adjust to the darkness. You couldn’t tell, but Daveed was staring at you.
“Hey, since we probably won’t be getting out of here for a while, why don’t we do something to pass the time?” Daveed said into the silence of the closet.
“We could play truth or dare?”
“Um, ok. Why not. You go first,” you replied warily, unsure of how this was going to end.
“Alright, truth or dare?”
“Why were you so awkward this morning in the kitchen?”
You froze and tried to think of a good answer, and then after five seconds giving up, and replying with, “uh, I was just tired.”
“Uh huh. Suuure.” Daveed replied, unconvinced. “Your turn”
“Truth or dare?”
Crap, you thought. Now i have to think of a dare. But befor you could think of one, you felt a pair of soft lips touch yours. Your eyes widened in shock, before you gently press your lips on his.