Plot: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.
LOL I CANT COPE WITH SADNESS SO OBVIOUSLY I WROTE UTTERLY MEANINGLESS JAKE AND AMY WEDDING FLUFF INSTEAD OF ANYTHING USEFUL
TITLES FROM TAYLOR SWIFT, DAN GOOR CAN FIGHT ME PERSONALLY, I HOPE THIS SOOTHES EVERYONES SOULS A BIT LIKE IT SORT OF DID MINE
shoutout to @parlegee for proofreading, ur the number one
how much the general universe seems to specifically have it out to ruin his
life, Jake thinks that he’s been having a pretty amazing day so far.
Of course, it is
his wedding day, so it’s inherently supposed to be a good one, unless he’s the
generic fiance from all those rom coms who isn’t right
for spunky Jennifer Garner and Matthew McConaughey is scheduled to burst
through the doors roughly three hours ago yelling I object.
Jake’s pretty sure that that movie doesn’t actually exist, but the concept
of it is kind of terrifying, because what if he is
Random Wrong Fiance No. 23, except instead of Matthew McConaughey ruining
things, the ceiling falls in, or Amy gets abducted by aliens. Or worst, Charles
gets abducted by aliens. Or even worst, Gina’s baby
gets abducted by aliens.
That would definitely be the worst
of all, Jake thinks, because Gina would never let any of them forget that her
progeny was probably the youngest person ever to do space travel.
he thinks, getting back on topic – he should really be concentrating on his
dancing, because he and Amy nearly just crashed into Holt and his mom, which, wow,
that’s making him emotional, look
at the ceiling, Jake – God,
anyways. There’s gotta be a rule, somewhere, is what Jake’s trying to say. A
rule, somewhere in the universe, right, that wedding days are off limits for terrible awful no-good bad stuff to happen. If it’s not a rule
already, he’s making it a rule.
Or like, maybe Amy could make it a
rule, because she’s a Sergeant now, so she has more authority than him.
Something – something like that.
That being said, it’s not like the
universe hasn’t tried to derail this monumentous occasion (yes Amy, monumentous is a word, I didn’t mean
monumental, I looked it up on the dictionary app – yes a reliable one, no, my
voice is not cracking like it does when I’m telling a lie –)
It’s not like there
haven’t already been some hardcore attempts at day-derailing, is all he’s saying, so maybe the rule
thing is just wishful thinking on Jake’s part. Thus far, from eight forty-two
this morning all the way until exactly two minutes ago when Charles burst into
tears over the remains of the wedding cake again, approximately five near-catastrophes
have occurred. At least five. If not more. Jake can’t remember if there
were more or less, so he makes a mental list, just to be sure.
Request: (Summarized) @sunshinelafayette Imagine where reader is a stagehand, the hamilcast invites reader out for a drink and reader gets really drunk and opens up and then Daveed takes them home and a drunk confession that they love Daveed?
A/N: This is defintely longer than I’m used to, but I did what I could! This took a long time to write, and I don’t know if I’ll get another imagine out tonight. Because I feel like it is three imagines lol. But if I do, it will probably be a shorter one. But, we will see. Enjoy!
Pippa was singing her last lines on stage. The show was drawing to a close. The rest of the cast were huddled against the curtain watching her deliver them so beautifully. A roar of applause erupted and the cast ran to bow on the stage.
“Spotlight on Lin,” you said to the lights manager. “fade into all backlights.” The crewmember moved their fingers over the keyboard and you watched closely.
You were a stagehand, but not the stage manager as you wish you were. No one really was except for Lin. You just did more than was in your job description. You had watched Hamilton dozens of times now. It never failed to make you cry. You weren’t one for conversation backstage, you gave your orders and did your job.
A few minutes later, after everyone had bowed, the cast returned glowing with sweat and joy. “Another great show, guys!” Lin shouted. Everyone congratulated each other.
“We should celebrate!” Anthony shouted.
“We still got a couple dozen shows to go before our season is over.” Lin said.
“Who cares?” John laughed, throwing his hand on Lin’s back. “It’s Friday night, it was a great show. No better excuse to go have karaoke night at a bar!”
“Yeah!” someone shouted and soon everyone joined in
Lin laughed and smiled. “Okay, we will go in an hour.”
You wandered away from the circle of the cast, back over to your supply room. Daveed caught you when he was slipping off his magenta jacket. “Hey, (Y/N), you coming?”
“Uh, what?” you laughed nervously.
“You know what I said! I said are you coming to karaoke night at the bar with us tonight?”
“Umm…I’m not much of a singer. That’s kind of why I’m a stagehand.”
“Oh, I doubt that so much.” he laughed. “I have seen you backstage, singing along. I’ve seen you from the stage and from backstage. You have a great voice and I don’t get why you don’t perform. You could be a backup dancer at least! You deserve so much more, (Y/N)!”
“Oh, Daveed, really I’m not…” you blushed. “I have stagefright. I like helping with stuff backstage, so I’m fine not singing.”
“Fine.” he leaned on his chair. You started to walk away. “But, just come to the bar tonight. We are going to have loads of fun. All of the cast is going to be there. You don’t have to sing if you don’t want to. It’s just, everyone is celebrating. I don’t want you to be left out.” Daveed smiled.
“Fine.” you said blandly, trying to hide your excitement.
“Fine.” Daveed laughed, imitating you with a voice much higher than your own.
You laughed and walked away.
The bar was packed for a Wednesday night. All of the cast and most of the crew was there. The crew hung by at their own table. One of your friends on the crew invited you over. You went to sit down with them.
A hand touched yours, and gently pulled you away. A smooth chaste voice singing, “No, no, no,” he sang melodically. “you said you were going to have drinks with the cast, and you are.”
You waved helplessly to your friend and let Daveed take you away. The main cast was circled around a large table. Lin and Anthony walked back over with shots of tequila in their hands. Lin smirked smugly at you and slid one over to you.
“I thought we were just having beer, not hard liquor.” you said to Daveed as you sat down next to him.
“That wouldn’t be any fun.” he laughed, taking his shot and slamming it triumphantly on the table. Everyone cheered.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Lin shouted. “It’s your turn!” Everyone else had already taken their shots.
“No, I really think I’ll just have a beer.”
“Come on!” someone yelled.
They all began chanting your name. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! Do it! Do it! Do it!”
Daveed chanted, smiling smugly at you. “(Y/N)!” he chanted. “Do it! Do it! Do it and you’re cool!” he teased.
You rolled your eyes and grabbed the shot. You threw it down. You coughed. You had never had hard liquor before. You weren’t really one for alcohol. If you did have any, it would be a cold beer in your apartment alone watching re-runs of your favorite shows. The tequila burned your throat and blazed your throat as it slid down. It was sharp, but it made you feel alive.
“Yeah!” Everyone cheered.
“You are pretty cool, (Y/N).” Daveed teased. You rolled your eyes at him.
Lin and a few other guys returned with beer glasses for everyone. You stared at it for a moment. Everyone took a swing. You finally followed suit.
“Whoa! Slow down, (Y/N)!” Pippa laughed. “You are going to get wasted if you keep drinking like that!”
“Keep ‘em coming!” you shouted to Lin. You had carelessly drank three glasses full already. You chugged the next one he handed you.
“Wow!” he laughed.
You slammed it down on the table and cried out. “Hell yeah! Let’s do this!”
The group laughed and Daveed smiled at you. “Woohoo!” they cheered. “I like this side of you.” Daveed smirked.
You ignored him and ran up to the microphone. No one was really in the mood to sing after the long show. There were a bunch of drunk hacks you tried to sing. One got up and sang “My Heart Will Go On,” who you practically booed off stage. Daveed had laughed and called you a tough critic.
You told the DJ your request.
The lights focused on you. Daveed smiled at you. “Hey! Hey! Hey!” you sang.
Daveed smiled wide when he realized what you were singing. Everyone directed their attention to you. You started singing outrageously. “Helpless! Looking into your eyes and the sky’s the limit I’m helpless! Down for the count, I’m drownin’ in ‘em!”
You breezed through the song. “Then you walked in and mY HEART WENT BOOOOM!” you made an explosion sound and made gestures around your chest. Daveed laughed hysterically, throwing his head back. You belted the rest of the song and the cast and crew cheered you on.
Daveed stood up and applauded, laughing at you. He even did Lin’s part in the song. “Heeelplessss!” you belted out the last word. You transitioned into Satisfied and Daveed harmonized with you.
Daveed ended up joining you and you sang duets of hits from Hamilton, other broadway musicals and some classic rock songs, banging your head to it. You rapped with Daveed on “Guns and Ships.” Lin had pulled out his phone and was recording all of this.
He stole the microphone from your hand and started rapping rapidly, while bouncing around, throwing around his hands. You stood next to him, still rapping but not as fast. You were in awe of your few. The lights highlighted the sweat on Daveed’s dark face and hair. His curly hair bounced around. He broke out in a dance moves, grinding to a classic rock song he requested.
After both of you were exhausted, and you were completely hammered you wandered back to the table. Daveed hand his steady hand on your shoulder, guiding you back. You slumped in the chair.
Everyone started to say their goodbyes and finished up their conversations. Getting ready to go home. “DaaaVEEED!” you screamed.
Daveed turned around laughing as he was talking to Jonathan. “What?”
“G-g-get me another beeeer. PleeEASE!”
“No, no, no,” he laughed, singing again in his dark velvet voice. It made you feel some special inside. He stood you up and leaned you against him. You fell into his chest, utterly wasted. “You’ve had enough beers tonight.” he laughed. “And your lifetime.”
“You gonna get home safe, (Y/N)?” Pippa smiled concerned at you.
“Yeah…I’ll just Uber or catch a bus…or a plane.” you chuckled.
Pippa’s smile faltered. “Umm…”
“Don’t worry about it, Pippa. I’ll take her home.”
“Thanks, Daveed. See ya!”
They started clearing out of the bar. “Shall we go, (Y/N)?” Daveed laughed.
“Let’s go.” He threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you tight to his chest as he walked you to his car. He strapped you in the front seat and handed you a water. “You are going to have a killer hangover tomorrow, (Y/N).” he said, driving towards your apartment.
Daveed tried to make conversation, but your words slurred and your eyes kept falling. The world was spinning and everything was bright, but you felt like you were on cloud nine inside. You were with Daveed. He looked so perfect. The pursed focused look on his face as he ran through traffic lights. His hands loose on the steering wheel. He looked over at you occassionally asking if you were okay. You never really gave him a full answer.
“We’re here!” Daveed shouted.
“Shhhhh! It’s a library!” you whispered.
Daveed chuckled. “Let’s get you inside.”
He parked and came around to your door. He unbuckled you and pulled you out. You leaned against him. He carried you up the stairs to your apartment, you laid your head against his chest. Your eyes falling.
“This is it.” Daveed said, setting you back on your feet.
You tried to reach back for his neck when he put you down, like a child reaching for its mother. “T-T-Thanks, verry much, Daveeed!”
“Shh, you’re welcome.” he laughed. “You going to get to bed fine?”
“Oh, yeah, I’m just gonna open the door and fall right on the floor and go to sleeeeep.”
“Let me help you inside.” he smiled.
He grabbed your keys from your pocket and fiddled with them in the lock. You leaned against the door. “Ya know what, Daveeeed?” you chuckled. “Ya are soooo cute! And hot. Ohmygod are you hot. The sun don’t got nothing on you! You are like a teddy bear made of chocolate,” you snorted, “you are so cute, smart, and funny. And you give me cuddles when I want them!”
“We haven’t cuddled.” Daveed laughed.
“Whaaa? I thought we had! Well, I want to hug my chocolate teddy bear. Because you are one! I’ve always really had a cruuush on you, Daveeed. You are so amazing and I’m like falling for you. I know I’m just a dumb stagehand, buuuuuut, I love you and your face and your lips and your bodddy, and your vooooice, oh its like chocolate. But most of all I love, yooooou…” you danced your fingers on his chest.
He was smiling wildly at you. You fell into him, and the door pushed open. He held your arms and looked down at you smiling. “(Y/N), you are hammered!” he laughed.
“I waaaaant you, Daveeeed, I haven’t said it because I didn’t want you to reject me. I like you, like, like like likeeee, like you.”
You pushed against him to get on your toes. To reach his lips. He moved closer to you.
Then your head fell limp to his chest. You began snoring.
Daveed laughed and picked you up in his arms, and cradled you. He laid you down on the couch and threw a blanket over you. He closed and locked the door. He pulled your shoes off and tucked you in.
He sighed at the door, then looked back at you. Your head was half off the sofa, your hair hanging in front of your face, you were drooling. He laughed and smiled at you.
He grabbed a blanket for himself and sat against the sofa. His head by your feet and closed his eyes.
“OH MY GOD!” you screamed. You threw the blanket off and fell backwards off the couch.
Daveed woke up and ran to help you.
“Hey! Heyyy, it’s okay, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” he helped you sit back down and ran to your kitchen to get you a glass of water.
“Oww.” you moaned. “My head is tHRoBing!”
“Well, you got wasted and you just fell on hardwood floor.”
“You don’t remember, do you?”
“No. I don’t. Why was I drunk?”
Daveed laughed, amused. “After the show yesterday, we all went out for a drink at a karaoke bar. You drank a ton of beers and shots of tequila. You booed people off stage and said the randomest and most outlandish things. Then you went up and started singing a bunch of Hamilton songs. You owned the stage like you were Beyonce!
“Oh my goddd…” you groaned, covering your face in shame. “I’m so embarrassed.”
“Well, it gets better.” he smiled. “I went up and we did duets. We sang broadway and classic rock songs. After awhile you were speaking jibberish and didn’t really know what was going on. You were super drunk and we were all leaving, so I took you home. I carried you up your stairs…and you started saying somethings.”
“What did I say?” you ask nervously.
“You started talking about me. What you thought of me. You called me a chocolate teddy bear,” he giggled, “along with cute, funny, smart, hot…You told me I was hotter than the sun. Then you said, that you um, had a crush on me. You said you loved me. We almost kissed…buut, then you passed out and I brought you inside. I didn’t want to leave you alone, so I just slept on the floor.”
“Oh my god, Daveed, I am so sorry! I don’t know what,” you started talking but your temple throbbed. You closed your eyes for a moment. “I’m so sorry you had to see that.”
“No, don’t be. I loved singing with you. You were really light on your feet. You loosened up. You sang amazingly! You rapped Guns and Ships with me. I loved last night, (Y/N). Don’t say sorry to me, say sorry to yourself for the horrible hangover you have right now.”
“You aren’t mad?” you said.
“No, why would I be?”
“I just thought, that you would think I was a burden last night or something. Or get tired of me in general. That after all that I-uh in a humiliating fashion said, you would reject me or leave me or ignore me or something…But you didn’t.”
“Of course not!” he shouted. You winced. He frowned. “Sorry,” his voice softened. “(Y/N), I invited you, took you home, and stayed with you, because I care about you. I didn’t want anything to happen and I wanted to make sure that you were safe and got home okay. I could have just left you last night and forgot about everything that had happened, and you would never know, but I didn’t want that. I waited to see what you decided and what you felt. It wouldn’t be fair to you to do that. Plus, I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay with you…and see where this goes.”
“Daveed…” you whispered.
He grabbed you gently and kissed your lips. His touch was soft and warm. His hands were smooth and gentle, holding your hands. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss. He tasted like chocolate. But not in the actual sense of the world. Kissing him was the sensation of chocolate. That perfect, relaxing, and amazing feeling. He wrapped his arms around you, and pushed your hair back.
You fell on the couch and pulled away, when the world started spinning again. “No, I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry.”
“Oh.” Daveed got up to leave.
“No! Not like that! Please stay!”
“Okay…” He sat down next to you.
“I’m just too tired right now, to kiss you. But I love it. I love you.”
“I love you too.” Daveed stole a kiss and leaned in.
He pulled away slyly. “It was the last one I promise.”
You smiled and laid back down and closed your eyes. “Can you stay with me?” you asked softly.
“Yeah.” he whispered.
He leaned against the sofa with you. You reached your hand to him and he held it. “With me.” you said.
“Yeah.” he smiled.
He still held your hand as he laid next to you, and let his arm fall over your stomach as you held hands. You turned over and burrowed your head in his chest. He smiled and pulled the blanket over you. He kissed your forehead.
Home wasn’t a place that you lived.
You had searched for satisfaction in yourself. You didn’t find any pure joy or enjoyment. You didn’t love anything. You hadn’t had the chance to.
“I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time… I’ve got a list of names and yours is in red underline. I check it once, then I check it twice, oh! Look what you made me do”
Emma - New Romantics
“I could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me and every day is like a battle but every night with us is like a dream “
Mark & Kieran - Everything Has Changed
“All I knew this morning when I woke Is I know something now I didn’t before… Your eyes look like coming home, all I know is a simple name, everything has changed. All I know is you held the door, you’ll be mine and I’ll be yours. All I know since yesterday is everything has changed… And all my walls stood tall painted blue but I’ll take ‘em down and open up the door for you. And all I feel in my stomach is butterflies the beautiful kind making up for lost time”
Livvy & Kit & Ty - Long Live
“’Cause for a moment a band of thieves in ripped up jeans got to rule the world. Long live the walls we crashed through all the kingdom lights shined just for me and you. I was screaming, “long live all the magic we made” and bring on all the pretenders. I’m not afraid. Long live all the mountains we moved. I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you. I was screaming, “long live the look on your face” and bring on all the pretenders. One day we will be remembered”
Dru - Shake It Off
“I never miss a beat, I’m lightning on my feet and that’s what they don’t see. I’m dancing on my own, I make the moves up as I go and that’s what they don’t know. But I keep cruising can’t stop, won’t stop grooving. It’s like I got this music in my mind saying it’s gonna be alright”
Tavvy - Never Grow Up
“Your little hands wrapped around my finger and it’s so quiet in the world tonight. Your little eyelids flutter cause you’re dreaming, so I tuck you in and turn on your favorite nightlight. To you, everything’s funny. You got nothing to regret. I’d give all I have honey if you could stay like that. Oh, darling don’t you ever grow up, just stay this little. I won’t let nobody hurt you”
Helen & Aline - Fearless
“I wonder if you know I’m tryin’ so hard not to get caught up now. But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair absentmindedly making me want you. And I don’t know how it gets better than this you take my hand and drag me head first fearless. And I don’t know why but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress”
Arthur - Innocent
“I guess you really did it this time. Left yourself in your warpath. Lost your balance on a tightrope. Lost your mind trying to get it back… It’s alright, just wait and see. Your string of lights is still bright to me. Oh, who you are is not where you’ve been. You’re still an innocent. Did some things you can’t speak of but at night you live it all again. You wouldn’t be shattered on the floor now if only you had seen what you know now then”
Cristina - White Horse
“Say you’re sorry that face of an angel comes out just when you need it to. As I paced back and forth all this time ‘cause I honestly believed in you… Stupid girl, I should have known, that I’m not a princess, this ain’t a fairy tale. I’m not the one you’ll sweep off her feet”
Diana & Gwyn - Enchanted
“Your eyes whispered “have we met?” Across the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me. The playful conversation starts counter all your quick remarks, like passing notes in secrecy. And it was enchanting to meet you”
Malcolm & Annabel - This Love
“Clear blue water, high tide came and brought you in and I could go on and on, on and on, and I will. Skies grew darker, currents swept you out again and you were just gone and gone, gone and gone. In silent screams, in wildest dreams I never dreamed of this. This love is good, this love is bad, this love is alive back from the dead. These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me”
Zara - Mean
“You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation… With that same big loud opinion but nobody’s listening. Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things… All you are is mean and a liar and pathetic”