or where dave's other hand is

M-I-A-M-I (PART 2)

Prompt: Please read Part 1 first. Inspired by Daveed’s Instagram post that made the fandom go wild. Y/N and Daveed are in Miami, and things are about to get hot.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Smut. It’s porn, basically.

A/N: *smokes a cigarette* Shout out to @imaginebeinghamiltrash, @tempfixeliza, and the anons who made sure I wouldn’t abandon this story. Also, @tallish-hobbit  here ya go. Ready to sin? Lehggo.

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Admit (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

AN: thank y’all for being so patient and understanding while waiting, and creds to @legendrarrymalfoy for the line about peanut butter and jelly 

Warning: smut

Request: @sunshinelafayette -  Could you write an imagine where the reader is a stagehand for Hamilton and she and Daveed used to be together until they had a really nasty breakup so they avoid each another at all costs. One day she has to bring something to his dressing room, so she goes when she thinks he has already went home, but they run into one another and get into an argument and one thing leads to another and feelings come out and they have hot dirty angry/makeup sex on the couch of his dressing room? Thank you!

Tag Buds: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @megabooklover18

Word Count: 2,655

Masterlist

As usual, you were the first person to arrive at the theater. It was easier to get in and make sure that the props were organized when the place was empty. There was no one to distract you with pesky questions, no cheating exes to, well, be near you. It was just better this way. By now everyone knew. Word spread fast in theater. Even if it didn’t, the two of you had been all over each constantly until, suddenly, you weren’t. Anyone could have guessed. Nobody seemed entirely surprised. No one amongst the crew and decent majority of the cast, anyway.

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I’d Do Whatever It Takes

IT’S DONE YOU GUYS!!!! I’m so excited. Here you have 5900 (!!!!) words of Daveed/reader. There’s fluff, angst, smut… anything and everything. 

@serkewen12 @futureauthor45 @small-stars @sunriseovertheroomwhereithappens @daveedish @getupoffathathang @butlinislin 

Italics are in the past or a text. 

(Y/BF/N) - your best friend’s name.

Diggs, bro!”

Daveed looked up when he heard Rafa call his name, putting his phone aside so he could listen to what the other man had to say. He was expecting a comment about a show or something that he was working on. Something typical. Not at all what Rafa said next.

I know this girl that I think you’d like.”

Daveed immediately shook his head as memories of the last time Rafa tried to play matchmaker came to mind. “No. Absolutely not. The last time you tried to hook me up with someone, she was…let’s just say it was a disaster,” he said.

Come on. This one’s a lot like you. I really think you’d get along.”

Daveed sighed. He knew Rafa well enough to know that once he had his mind set on something, it was damn near impossible to get him off of it. He might as well just go along with it. “Fine,” he said with a rather pessimistic tone. “But if this goes badly, you owe me.”

It’ll be fine.”

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I Kinda Have A Crush On You

Pairing: Dave x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 1434

Author’s Note: This is my first Dave fic and I really hope people enjoy it. It’s kinda how I feel around cute guys. Thank you to my babe @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for meeee.


Originally posted by mieczyslawr


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All Adventurous Women Do

Pairing: DAVEED x Reader
Warnings: BONDAGE, verbal degredation, cum on tits, cum eating, 
Word count: 3068
A/N: No one asked for this, literally, no one. This inspired very heavily by HBO’s Girls (Episode: Vagina Panic s1 ep2) and also some of Adam Sackler’s funny moments! All of the opening and closing dialogue is STRAIGHT from the show as well as some of the stuff he says while fucking her! Enjoy!!

Tags: @hamil-lins @gonnamurderyou @itsjaynebird @aceplaysbass

Daveed had been on the road touring for what felt like ages.

You weren’t exactly dating him, so it was natural for you to not hear from him for a week, sometimes two, only for him to then text you seemingly out of nowhere. Those texts often led to sex, and eventually, you just ended up hanging around his apartment more and more.

He had been home for a week without a single word sent your way, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

You sat on your bed, surrounded by odd beauty products as you did your makeup; smudged winged eyeliner, red lipstick, and a light dusting of pink blush. Your hair was pulled back and teased, framing your face to accentuate your cheekbones. You had on an all-black ensemble, consisting of a leather jacket, tight mini dress, fishnets, and converse.

Stepping out of your bedroom and into the common area, seeing your best friend and her boyfriend in the middle of some argument.

“How do I look?” You interrupted, standing the doorway of your bedroom.

Immediately, her boyfriend let out a laugh. “You look like you’re going to put a hex on some popular girls.”

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Oops

Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Note: Here’s Vegas 3, enjoy this banter, sin, and fluff. I enjoyed writing it. I love this series so much, actually. Oh yeah, and this is only halfway edited, so don’t kill me if there are careless mistakes.

Word Count: 2293

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. quickie, mouth covering, trying not to get caught sex

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

“Daveed!” You yelled frustratingly from his kitchen. It was the morning after the concert and you were sore, frustrated, and most of all energy-deprived, so when you realized that you couldn’t reach the coffee mugs in his kitchen, you were already fed up.

You felt a warm pair of bare arms snake themselves around your waist and a body press itself against you from behind.

“Hmm?” Daveed’s breath was hot against your neck, creating goosebumps on your body.

You sighed, subconsciously leaning back into him. “Why do you put your coffee mugs so damn high on the shelf? You know I can’t reach them.”

“My bad,” he murmured, reaching up to grab a mug for you and set it on the counter. You knew he was smirking even though you couldn’t see him. “But it’s not my fault you’re short.”

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Later That Night

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Part One | Part Two

Note: Okay so this is a sequel to You Naughty Bitch, Don’t Act Like You Forgot. It’s all fluffy and lot’s of healthy conversation about what the reader likes (i.e spanking) as she explains what she likes about it to Daveed. Also shoutout to @patron-saintof-sluts for reading this over for me! 

Warnings: One hit with a belt 

Word Count: 1,258

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @tallish-hobbit @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u


A soft groan escapes you, as you wake up a few hours later. You’re still cradled against Daveed’s chest, his fingers still buried in your hair.

Daveed himself has his head tipped back against the back of the couch and his mouth wide open as he snores softly.

“Daveed,” you mumble, shaking his arm. “Daveed wake up.”

“Hm? What is it?” He asks, his words practically slurred together and you can tell he still isn’t quite awake yet.

“My ass hurts from earlier,”

He shifts slightly at that, sitting up and wiping his face with his hand as he attempts to wake himself up.

“Can I get you anything babe?” He asks, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger.

“Nope. I just wanted you to be awake with me.”

“Oh really? You didn’t want to let me sleep since I’m not in pain?” He teases, tracing your jaw with his finger.

“Well you did cause the pain so…” you tease right back, grinning as you lean in to kiss him softly. “Can we go back into the bedroom?”

“Sure babe, want me to carry you?”

“Please”  

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A Lovely Situation ( Chapter 1 )

Lin x Reader Summary: So this is the beginning of a little Lin x Reader that no one requested. (Y/N) is seriously crushing on Daveed, and when she finally tells him, he rejects her. Lin ends up comforting (Y/N) and getting a bit closer to her. Daveed ends up fighting for her and she gets confused with her feelings and wonders if she had liked Lin all along….

Word count: 2,449  

Warnings: tiny bit of angst? Rejection.

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Today is the day. The day when you finally tell Daveed, your best friend of 2 years, that you like him. You were wishing. Hoping, that it wouldn’t ruin everything between you guys. You remembered the day you guys became best friends.

 —Flashback— 

You were walking home from the theatre after your first day of playing Eliza. A wide grin on your face. It was raining that evening, and you had forgotten to bring your umbrella. There were many days where you would have been pissed that you had forgotten your umbrella. Today was one of those days. It was the only thing that ruined your perfect day. You felt the rain abruptly stop. Looking up you saw a big red umbrella covering you. You spun around, to see a tall muscly man towering above you. Your eyes wondered up to his eyes. You then realised who this was. Daveed. The sexiest man on Broadway. “Hey,” you whispered. “Hi! You looked like you needed a bit of cover from the rain. How could you forget your umbrella? It’s raining cats and dogs” Daveed chuckled. “I normally don’t bring one with me. I forget that New York weather is extremely unpredictable sometimes” You said, pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You were amazing as Eliza tonight. It was amazing seeing you perform. You’re so amazing and wow I’ve said amazing a million times.” He started to rub his neck. You looked down and giggled. “Thank you.”

—End Flashback—

You walked into the living room of your shared apartment with your bestie Jasmine. Realising that Daveed was already there, his eyes glued to his phone. You didn’t even hear a knock on the door or even hear him coming in.

“Hey Daveed when did you get here?” 

You swiftly made your way across the room to hug him. He looked up and hugged you before looking down at his phone again.

“Around 5 minutes ago.”

You stood there glaring at him. He didn’t even make eye contact with you. He was texting someone. You noticed as his fingers moved quickly, typing something and his eyes were stuck to his phone like a hot tongue and cool ice. It must be someone. Special

Should I tell him or not you asked yourself. You took in a deep breath and opened your mouth. 

“Uhm. Daveed can I talk to you for a minute or two?” You asked him.

“Sure!” He replies without raising his eyes from his phone.

A-Alone.” You said quietly as you looked over to Jasmine staring wide eyed at the both of you. Daveed’s eyes shot up as soon as you stuttered the word alone. You never stuttered. Not even when you were nervous as heck.

“Ooooh!” Jasmine screamed as she heard what she said. Of course she would do that. Your roommate, your best friend knew exactly why you wanted to speak to Daveed alone. Daveed chuckled under his breath. Damnit he’s so cute you thought. 

“What are you ooooohing at Jasmine?” Your other friend Pippa questions as she walked out of the kitchen holding a bag of salty popcorn. You notice Daveed looking down at his phone again. He was probably texting the same person. Completely unaware of the world.

“Y/N wants to talk to Daveed alone.” Jasmine retorts in a childish voice.

“Haha Jasmine. Stop ooohing and leave them alone. Oh and Y/N remember, it’s my break day today, you’re on as Eliza today.” 

 You smiled and gave her a thumbs up.

“Daveed? Earth to Diggs!” You shout as he isn’t paying attention at all

“Hmm? Oh yes! What did you wan-” 

You quickly pulled him away to your bedroom so you can finally say what you wanted to say.

“Why are we in your bedroom?” He says as he winks at you. God he’s so lovable you think to yourself. 

“Omg stop. That doesn’t matter. Ok, I. Look I don’t really. Uhm. How should I say thi- Ok. I like you Daveed! I’m sick of pretending to be just friends I’m tired of you talking about all your new girlfriends. I. I just. Really really like you!” You blurted out.

Daveed put his phone in his pocket and sighed and stared at you. Hand scratching his head. You knew that that wasn’t a good sign.

“I-I’m so sorry Y/N, but I don’t feel the same. I hate that you’ve said this to me. I don’t really know where to go from here.”If only you told me this 2 years ago when I had feelings for you. He shouted in his head.

You stared at each other for a minute. Tears brewing in your eyes. Regret in his eyes. You did it. You never thought you would ever do it. But you did it. You told him. You told Daveed you liked him. After a year of being just best friends you threw a live grenade into your platonic relationship. And broke it apart. Ruined everything between you. You had been so cocky. You had always thought he liked you back because of the way he acted. Dammit Daveed why did you have to give you mixed signals! He turned around.

“I gotta get to the theatre. Uhm I’ll see you later.” He says with his back to you. He twisted the handle of your bedroom door and showed himself his way out of your apartment.

You broke down. You fell to the ground onto your knees. Tears running away from your eyes and down your cheeks. You started to cry and sob louder. Jasmine and Pippa ran into your bedroom both falling onto the floor to hug you as tight as they could.

“Wh-What happened Y/N?!” Pippa asks.

“Yeah what happened? We saw Daveed run out of the apartment! He didn’t even say goodbye to us.” Jazzy questions.

“He doesn’t like me back. I’ve destroyed our friendship. I’m a moron.. Pippa I’m really sorry. I know it’s your break day. But I can’t go in and see Daveed.” You whisper as you try to hold back your tears.

Pippa gives an understanding nod and Jazzy hugs you tighter. They didn’t want to say anything. They didn’t know what to say.

“You guys should head to the theatre…I’ll be fine. Just don’t say or do anything stupid to Daveed.” You say as you make your way to your bed.

“Okay..” They both say in unison as they kiss your cheeks and say goodbye.

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 You spent the next few days in your bedroom and you only got up from your bed to use the bathroom or for food. Jazzy knew that whenever you’re upset you just want to be left alone so she only came into your room if it was really important. But she always came in every morning to give you a tight, long and understanding hug.

During those long days you were staring at your phone. Hoping that Daveed would text you. You guys would text and talk every single day so it was strange when you didn’t get his texts.

*DING*

You gasp and quickly grab your phone hoping it was Daveed only revealing it wasn’t. Instead, it was Pippa.

From Pippa: Hey (Y/N)!! I know that you’re probably still upset about the whole Daveed thing but I’m suffering from a sore throat and I’m in desperate need of a break! Could you play Eliza tomorrow?? Xx

You sigh loudly. You didn’t really want to stand on the Richard Rodgers stage to sing and dance your heart out. You didn’t want to face…Daveed. But you felt extremely bad for Pippa and a bit selfish as you didn’t let her have a break the other day.

To Pippa: Aw..Sorry to hear about that! Of course I’ll play Eliza I’m sorry I didn’t let you have your break the other day… x

From Pippa: Great!! And it’s okay! Love you x

You began to doze off into your dreams…

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You woke up in the morning all groggy. Looking over to your clock to see what time time was. 10:00am. You yawned pretty loud and got up to face the rest of the day. 

From Pippa: Hey good luck tonight!! You haven’t been on as Eliza in ages! Don’t get the words wrong missy 

 You smiled at the text. Pippa was the only friend sending you cute texts messages to cheer you up. Well Jazzy is a different story, everyday she would shower you with hugs. 

 To Pippa: Thanks Pip! You deserve this break<3 

 You turned off your phone and made your way to the theatre.

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The 10 minutes till places call was being made. Quickly you put on your costume and headed to Anthony’s dressing room to find Jazzy. Daveed walked past you. You didn’t even realise. You didn’t even want to realise. You just continued walking and looked to your left. Where you couldn’t be able to see him at all.

 “5 minutes till places”

You sighed. You weren’t gonna find Jazzy on time so you rushed to the left wing, preparing for your entrance. Behind you was Daveed. It wasn’t really a surprise. It’s not like he was going to apologise. It’s not like he was going to confess his undying love for you. No he was just there because he needed to be Thomas Jefferson in the first song. Not your boyfriend. Not your best friend. Just Thomas. Jefferson.

Lin noticed you being a bit fidgety so being one of the greatest friends he is. He put his hand on your shoulder for reassurance and whispered in your ear.

 “You’ll do great, I’m sure if it.”

You looked back at him and forced a weak smile. Nobody knew about the “Daveed Incident” but Pippa and Jazzy. And you were planning to keep it that way. You didn’t really want everyone up in your business anyway.

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That night as Act 1 Eliza didn’t feel normal. You tried so hard to plaster a smile on your face for the whole show. It didn’t work. Your voice wasn’t as powerful as normal and you had to always wipe away a tear pretending it was a tear of joy because *Eliza was so happy.*

Act 2 was a different story. Eliza was horribly mortified throughout the whole act. You could finally stop forcing your smiles and blame your voice cracks on *Eliza being sad.*

You kept glancing over to the entrances and you always saw Daveed there. He never stood there when he wasn’t supposed to be on the next song. Every time you looked over. He was already staring at you. You made sure to look at him with tears in your eyes. Show him what he’s done to you. How much he’s hurt you.

You faced Daveed and sang the “How they perceive you. You, you, you..” With much more power than the other lines you sang. All you wanted is for him to say sorry. He didn’t have to confess his undying love for you. All you wanted to hear was an “I’m sorry” I guess he’s too proud to say it you thought

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After the performance all you wanted to do was go home to eat ice cream and just cry in your bed. It was a great way to end a day of seeing Daveed’s face everywhere. Everyone congratulated you and made sure you were ok, they must have noticed that you weren’t your usual perky - almost bursting out in laughter and not tears in act 2 - self. You went into your dressing room and quickly changed into your street clothes. Noticing the tiniest things. Like how Daveed’s things weren’t scattered around your room like before. Things have changed. So much. Just in a few days.

You opened the door to your dressing room and saw Daveed. You stared at him. Waiting for the two words. He was startled that you were there. Almost as if he was expecting you to be lying around and not already ready to go home.

 “Uh..I-” he said sheepishly as his hand started to rub his neck.

Just say it Daveed. Sorry. That’s all you have to say. You’re sorry. You thought as you stood there with your arms crossed, glaring at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“I thought you did great out there,” he finally managed to spit it out.But they weren’t the words you wanted to hear. At. All. 

 “Unbelievable.” You mutter underneath your breath as you scoff and push through him. Making your way to the back doors. “(Y/N)!” You heard someone call out. The voice shouted out again “(Y/N)!” Unsure of who it was you slowly turned around. Lin. Lin had always been the friend you could count on. Whenever Daveed was away for anything. Or off sick. Lin would always be by your side. Even when Daveed was here Lin would always. Always be there as well.

“Hey! Why are you in such a rush today?” He says. There’s a tone of worry in his voice. Making you panic a bit. You didn’t want him to see you like this.

“Uhm. I have a date. With my couch and TV!” You said giggling. A wide grin appeared on Lin’s face, making you grin. His smile would cheer up a whole town.

“Mind if I..if I joined you? It’s a bit awkward to be third wheeling but I’m fine with it!”

“Sure! Why not?” you said, forcing a smile.

You really wanted to be alone that night as Jazzy was staying at Anthony’s house today. You wanted to be alone to just cry on the sofa. “Wooooop! Let’s go then!” 

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It was 10:47pm and you were both curled up on the sofa and Lin had already fallen asleep. He looked adorably cute in this position. Your head resting on Lin’s shoulder. His head resting on your head. You decided to grab your phone and snap a little picture for Twitter because your fans thought you were dead as you hadn’t posted anything in a while.

You tried to laugh quietly as you posted it on your Twitter with the caption

 @Y/N: 

 I’m not dead guys I’m here!! With the one and only @Lin_Manuel! P.s he snores if you guys wanted to know Pp.s Lin is going to kill me when he sees this. Ppp.s then I truly will be dead.

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 Daveed stared at the picture that you tweeted, he reread the caption again and again and again. He noticed that you both looked very close. Maybe too close, he didn’t like it at all. It was at this point. He felt the amorous feelings he had for you come back.

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Truth

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request:  Can you write a FIC where Daveed has feelings for his best friend (reader) n she finds out while playing truth or dare n then she gets mad that Daveed never told n then they end up having hot passionate angry sex ?

summary: reader and daveed and rafa have been friends since college. they’re at a party. this is what happens.

warnings: lots of swearing, lots of alcohol, lots of sex. like, kind of kinky sex. a little bit of choking. if you’re not into that probably don’t read this.

word count: 3,989

a/n: i really wanted to post this before i had to leave my house tonight so there may be errors as i didn’t have time to read it over. this request revived my soul, thank you @mynanimmous for sending it in. AS always, my inbox is open for comments or questions or requests!


“We are not having the party at my place again,” Rafa groans. “There’s no way. I just got the stains out of my carpet from the fourth of July party where someone,” he pauses to glare at Daveed, “dropped an entire tray of cherry and blue raspberry jello shots.”

“Dude, I’ve told you a million times I’m sorry.” Daveed groans.

“Sorry doesn’t get me back my security deposit!”

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Amusement Parks & Sunburns

request: Hey! I love your blog so much, ur an amazing writer! <3 I was wondering if u could write an imagine around the line ‘I’m sorry baby’, if it’s not too much trouble 💗💗

a/n: so that line isn’t in until the very bottom, but it’s still there. also feedback is super good!! ps i literally couldn’t think of a good title


You were on tour with Shawn for the summer, and since he had day off from travelling and playing shows, the team thought it would be fun to go to the amusement park that was close to the venue. “There’s a waterpark next door!” Shawn said, smiling like a little kid on Christmas.

You laughed, tossing him the black swim trunks he packed. “Wanna get wet?” You asked, and Shawn choked. Laughing, you went to change into your bikini. You threw on a white shirt, and a cute pair of shorts, before slipping on your sandals.


When you guys got to the amusement park, most of the team went to the water park first, but you, Shawn, Geoff, and Andrew all walked over to the amusement park’s line. “Babe, did you put sunscreen on?” You asked, knowing Shawn was prone to forgetting.

“Shit.”

You rolled your eyes, an once everyone was through the gates, you grabbed the small spray sunscreen you had, and sprayed Shawn’s arm, causing him to yelp. “Babe! That was cold!” He said, grabbing the sunscreen. He applied the sunscreen, and handed the metal canister back to you, and you stuffed it in the drawstring bag you had brought.

“What do you want to do first?” You asked, lacing your hand with your boyfriend’s.  

“That.” Geoff pointed to a roller coaster that had a nearly vertical drop, and you felt your stomach flip.

“Um, I’ll stick this one out.” You said, and Shawn looked at you.

“I’ll stay with her, why don’t you do it, Geoff?” He asked, and the man waltzed right up to the line, and Andrew stood next to Shawn, not a fan of heights either.

“Ooh, let’s go on the Italian swings!” You pulled Shawn’s arm towards the ride, and he just went along with it, yelping out when his arm touched the already-hot metal rod that kept you in the seat.


After a few hours, a few other people from Shawn’s team joined up with you four, and Dave was posing with Shawn in front of one of those boards where you stick your head through. You snapped a few photos for blackmail, and took a swig of the water you got. “Hey, anyone know where  a good place for lunch is?” Mike asked, fixing the baseball cap he had on.

“I saw a buffet-style place over there.” You pointed towards the area without any big coasters, and everyone started to migrate that way. You found Shawn’s hand again, and the two of you talked about going to the waterpark after lunch.

The lunch buffet was pretty busy, but eventually everyone got food, and Shawn paid for your lunch, as well as his. “Babe, I’m gonna end up finishing it, so don’t even complain. Plus, we’ve been dating for three years, you should be used to this.” He said, carrying the tray to the table Geoff had claimed. You couldn’t argue that fact, since Shawn was always up for some food.

After eating, you went to the bathroom and tied your hair into a bun, and applied some more sunscreen. You usually burned pretty easily, so you made sure to not miss any spots. Stepping out of the bathroom, you saw Shawn was talking to a few fans, and you poked him in the side. “Hey, how are you guys?” You asked, smiling at them.

Once they left, you and Shawn made your way to the lockers, and paid for one. He took off his shirt, and you did the same, leaving you two in the swimsuits you put on earlier. Locking the locker, you two walked over to the waterslide where two people could race each other. “You’re going down, Mendes.” You said, sticking your tongue out at him.

You two went down the slides, and when you popped up from the pool, you saw Shawn doing the same. “It was pretty much a tie.” Andrew said, and you jumped, since you didn’t know he was in the pool. “Did I scare ya?” He asked, laughing.

You waded to the edge of the pool, and got out. Shawn followed, and you smirked when you saw his arms as he got out of the pool. “Like whatcha see?” He asked, taking your hand.

“It’s ok.” You joked, kissing his bicep. You two just meandered for a little, and you saw the entrance to a very populated lazy river. You lead Shawn to the entrance, and grabbed a two-person inner tube, and Shawn jumped on. You followed hia action, and he pushed off of the wall to get moving. “Today was fun.” You said, yawning.

Shawn looked at you, and smiled. “It was pretty great.” He reached over and took your hand, and you two just floated along the river, until Geoff swam by, splashing you two.


Back at the hotel, you collapsed on the bed, exhausted. “Um, baby, did you put sunscreen on your back?” Shawn asked, biting his lip.

“Yeah, why?” You asked.

Shawn pressed his finger between your shoulder blades, and you whimpered. “I’m sorry baby, I think you got burned.”

Your shoulders fell, you really thought you made it out without a burn. “Dammit.” You walked into the bathroom and spun so you could see your back, and you were relieved to see it wasn’t a super bad burn, but it was pink. “Shawn? Can you rub aloe onto my back?” You grabbed the green bottle, and walked back into the room.

“Yeah, of course.” He smiled, and you lied on the bed, while Shawn massaged aloe into your back, and before you knew it, you were asleep.


a/n: so anyway i went to virginia last summer aka all i did was go to busch gardens and water country usa so like. also i never knew how nice water shoes can be at a waterpark. 10/10 would say to buy them.

Roseville: Chapter Two

Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader

Chapter One | Chapter Two

Note: It’s been a while since chapter none and I’m really sorry about that! Here’s the second part, I hope you enjoy! Shoutout to @patron-saintof-sluts for being the most encouraging friend in the world, always urging me to keep going, giving me really great ideas and for proofreading for me.

Warnings: mention of murder, mystery, drinking, swearing (I think that covers it all)

Word Count: 2,990

Tagged: @tallish-hobbit @hamiltonsquills @rottwat @iamgrayfox @justanotherone2u @angesansnom @lupinschocolatefrog @butlinislin @eternallyademon @i0do0not0knoe @iamindeedapotato @tailored-shirt-tails @ordinaryornate @star-trek-supernatural @femilton @noluckmonday @haletotheking24 @hmltntrsh51 @ballerinafairyprincess @whenthingsgettoughdontpushmeaway @sunshinemiranda @greygarbage @tired-hungry-and-mad-af @adorkableredhead @musicals-lin @librarychild @lucyjacks @gunsandiggs @sofiaaaaamm @shinebrighterthansunflowers @alexis-galaxy-girl-blog @gecrge-washingtcn 


It’s been almost a week since Oak walked Y/N home from the bar, almost a week and life in Roseville feels very different.

It was Monday, just two days after the night out at the bar when the first murder was reported on the morning news. It happened a few towns away, the body of a young woman was found in the woods just outside town. Her hands were bound behind her back and a red rose was found next to the stab wound in her abdomen.

People in Roseville were excited. Everywhere Oak went all he heard from people was how this isn’t something you get to see often living in a small town like this and how exciting it was to see something so dramatic happening so close. No one worried that it was the start of anything, everyone just thought it would blow over in a few days and things would go back to normal.

Wednesday was the next murder, another young woman found in the exact same way only this time she was found near another town, a town even closer to Roseville. This time, no one seemed as excited, people started to worry, panicked whispers filled the town. What if the killer comes to Roseville? Who would be the Roseville victim?

And now, on Friday, another two two days later the town gossips about where the next body will turn up.

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jugjcnes  asked:

just bc im an absolute sucker for pining daveed - 'cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains' like where he always just gets kissed on the cheek until FINALLY

i.

You meet at a frat party.  He’s looking into the empty Busch Light can he finished off an hour ago and you’ve lost all your girlfriends.  Your hair is a bit of a mess and your dress is falling off one shoulder, but your red lipstick is perfectly in tact and your eyes are brighter than the stars in the sky.

Your first words to him are, “I bet I could kick your ass at beer pong,” and the two of you spend the rest of the night by each other’s side.  (You do kick his ass at beer pong, by the way, four times.)

He walks you home, and when you pause in the doorway, he half expects you to invite him in.  Instead, you just press yourself up on your toes, kiss his cheek, and disappear inside with an enigmatic smile.  All you leave him with is your name and a red lipstick stain.

ii.

You find out that Daveed is the one who’s been holding on to your favorite book from the library for the last two months.  He gives it to you as soon as you mention it, and you’re so happy you plant another wet, red kiss on his cheek.  When he also gives you the sequel, you supplement the mark with another on his other cheek.

(He almost lies about having the third book just to see where you’d kiss him next.)

iii.

Daveed realizes it when he watches you leave a red stain on another friend’s cheek.

iv.

He wonders if you also hold hands with others like you do with him.  If you curl up to their side when studying.  If you lay in bed together, just laughing and smiling and talking.  

He wonders if you feel what he’s feeling: this painful, yet wonderful ache in his chest that blooms whenever you’re together.  He wonders if you think about kissing him as much as he thinks about kissing you.

v.

Your friends invited you to a party, but you end up declining in favor of a movie night in with Daveed.  The movie is halfway through when your head lolls to the side, dropping onto his shoulder.  “Tired?” he asks.

“Yeah.” He watches you out of the corner of his eye as you stretch your arms, his gaze lingering on the small sliver of skin revealed by your shirt as it rides up.  “Maybe I should head back to my dorm.”

“You can stay here if you want.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You grin.  “Thanks, D.”  You lean in to kiss his cheek just as he turns to face you – and your lips touch.  You sit back on your heels, gasping, as you place a hand over your mouth, and Daveed looks absolutely stunned.  “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, I–”

“No, it’s okay, I–”  He absentmindedly licks his lips, and your eyes drift down to his mouth.  “It’s okay,” he says again, taking in your blush and concerned expression.  “I… didn’t mind.”

He tries to read your face.  First, the blush intensifies, then fades, then returns.  He can barely see your red mouth behind your hand, but one corner is quirked up ever-so-slightly.  “Yeah?” you say after a while.  His heartbeat quickens when you move closer to him.

He swallows thickly.  “Yeah.”

Your face is right in front of his now, your lips just a breath away from his.  “Then I hope you don’t mind,” you murmur, draping your arms around his shoulders, “if I do it again.”

new york six

summary: plane crash. plane. crash. the plane crashed.

a/n: highkey grey’s reference lolol. i was to excited not to post. please give feedback!!! thabks

warning: descriptive wounds?? plane crash?? 


November 23rd, 2016

7:30am

“How do you feel?” The counselor asked. Y/N’s face was emotionless before she opened her mouth to speak, not a word came out. “I’m fine.” Y/N shrugged as she began to fiddle with her fingers, picking at the buds that held her nails in place. “Other than the not sleeping, constant feeling of anxiety, the hope that one day I die so I do not have to deal with all of these emotions that have begun to follow me everywhere I go?” She asked and looked at the hospital consular, “Other than that I’m fine.”

He jotted down the words Y/N spoke before asking her next question, “And what about that first night? What about Jasmine and Anthony? What about Lin, Daveed, and Pippa. Most importantly,” there was a pause before he began speaking again.

“What about you?”  Y/N’s breath caught in the back of her throat. She couldn’t speak as the memories came back from those few nights.

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Chunky -- One

Prompt: In which Daveed tells and shows you how much ya body is banging. Inspired by Bruno Mars’ Chunky.

A/N: Here’s another fic that I found on my phone. One of my favorites that I have written. Issa two part.


*this used to be on a different acc (now deleted) and is now on this account where i write to my heart’s desire*


You hated to wear dresses.

Actually, correction, you hated the way dresses fit on you, but loved how they looked by itself. There was nothing more irritating to you than to have dress that made you feel more self conscious than usual. And at the moment, you were insanely irritated on how self conscious you were being about the dress you were struggling to put on in the middle of your room.

Mentally cursing, you struggle to pull up the zipper of a black gown you bought recently. On your vanity dresser nearby, your phone buzzed to life, attracting your attention. You groan and walk over to pick up your phone hastily and watch how the name Daveed flashes on the screen. Quickly, you swiped to answer.

“Hello?”

You could hear a sigh of relief exit the man mouth before he spoke. “Good,” he says. “You answered.”

Rolling your eyes, you hold your phone with your ear and shoulder before you went back to struggling to zip your dress up.

“Of course I did,” you reply, slowly pulling the zipper up and managing to get it to the top. “You’d think I would just ignore my date to the ball?”

You and Daveed were heading to a charity ball, where it was to raise money for disadvantaged kids interested in the arts. The event was to be hosted by Lin Manuel Miranda, a mutual friend of you and Daveed. You were going as Daveed’s date, which was reasonable since you were one of his best friends and Lin had invited the both of you to the event.

The sound of Daveed nervously chuckling instantly makes your heart jump.

“Okay, I’m nearing your apartment,” he says afterwards. “You ready?”

You pull out the pins from your hair, letting it fall gracefully down to your shoulders. Looking into your vanity mirror, you admire the soft waves that frame your makeup covered face. You made sure to go out for tonight, learning from YouTube makeup tutorials. The motive was to impress Daveed so much, he might consider changing the status of your current relationship with him.

In your your dreams, kiddo.

“Sure,” you reply, grabbing your purse. You head out of your room, ignoring the struggle of wearing the heels that were on your feet.

“Okay,” Daveed breathes. “Open the door. I’m here.”

You pick up your pace, walking to your front door. Unlocking it, you pull it back to reveal Daveed, who was looking dapper and handsome in a fitting suit. You suddenly felt breathless as you felt his eyes achingly move down your body before he met your eyes.

“Hey,” he says, pulling you into a hug. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you. You look pretty amazing yourself.”

“You ready to go?” Daveed asks, after releasing you from the hug. You nod in response and watcb how he outstretches a hand for you, in which you graciously take. Daveed gives you one last smile before he aided in getting you out of your apartment.

“Then let’s go.”


The ball was a rager.

Many people surrounded the main entrance, and oozed of money and prestige. They conversed near tables, with drinks in their hands. You couldn’t help but admire the well decorated venue as you stroll down the hallway leading to the main event with Daveed at the arm. White, translucent drapes hang low from the ceiling, and a variety of flowers were at every corner as walked. There were also fairy lights that dimly lit the hallway, creating an intimate and soft effect.

“It’s so beautiful,” you smile, squeezing Daveed’s arm. “Lin has done well.”

“He sure has,” Daveed answers. The both of you walk to the big cherry oak doors that were open wide for guests to easily enter. “He’s been working on this for months. The outcome is outstanding.”

You hum in agreement and take in the settings around you. Tables covered with white tablecloth took over one half of the room, with some of the guests sitting at their respective tables. Majority of the guests were on the floor, dancing with their dates as the band played slow jazz from a corner of the big hall.

Like in the hallway, there were drapes that hung low from the ceiling and vases of flowers, entwined with fairy lights, graced the tables. You admire the women who dazzled the ball with their long elegant dresses, making you feel slightly self conscious. Your dress was nothing like theirs. While they were draped in Versace, you were dressed in something you bought at your local Dillards. In addition to your dress’ deficiency to portray money, you hated the way your dress looked on you. You were always on the thick side compared to women you encountered on a day to day basis. They were mostly thin and tall, and had bodies that you admired from time to time.

“It seems like everyone is dancing,” you observe, shaking your thoughts. “Where’s Lin?”

Daveed looks around and eventually shrugs. “I can’t find him. There’s too many people.”

With that said, the both of you went ahead and found your table, which was near the front of the stage. There were already people there – an elderly couple – as you and Daverd sit down. The band continued to play, including some of your favorite jazz tunes. There was one song in particular that caused you to straighten up with excitement. Daveed raises an eyebrow at your sudden behavior.

“I love this song!” you exclaim, gripping onto Daveed’s arm.

Daveed chuckles lightly. “Would you like to go dance to it?”

You beam, shaking your head excitedly. “Yes. What the hell? Of course.”

Taking your hand, Daveed helps you up and takes you to the dance floor, where many people held each other tightly and swayed with  the beat of the music. Daveed pulls you close, to where your chests were touching, and gently swayed you left and right. While you were flushed at the feeling of Daveed so close, you could feel the looming weight of your insecurities as you watched thin people dance around you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Daveed asks. “You’re looking a little glum there.”

You shake your head. “It’s stupid.”

You watch how his eyebrows dip down at your response, and you feel him squeeze you hand.

“Nothing you say is stupid,” he says. “I’m your friend, tell me.”

You bite your lip, slightly embarrassed. “I don’t like the way I look in this dress.”

Daveed stops moving and looks at you with shock. Your cheeks burn hotly at you look at him back, anticipating his answer.

“Are you serious?” He asks, laughing in between. “Y/n, do you know how beautiful you look right now?”

When you don’t say anything, Daveed leans closer and finds your ear. You could feel his breath lightly dusting it, making the the room feel way hotter than it is. The next words that came out of his mouth was a whisper, that bumped up the room to a couple more degrees:

“I don’t mean to put it like this, Y/N, but you look insanely fuckable.”

As soon as he said that, you couldn’t breathe. You look up at the man in front of you, who’s eyes showed how sincere and true his statement was. At the moment, you weren’t sure on what to do. Suddenly, an idea conjures in your head. You turn away from Daveed to tap a nearby woman on the shoulder. The woman looks at you expectantly, and you quickly cut to the chase.

“Where are the restrooms?” You ask, smiling at her.

The woman looks at you and then at Daveed behind you and slyly smiles. Pointing to a shut door in the back of the hall, she says, “There’s a room in the back. The last time I checked, it was empty.”

Though your cheeks burned, you quickly thanked the woman and turned back to Daveed, who was staring at you confusedly. You grab his hand, and lead him off the dance floor. You quickly maneuver him to the door of the room the woman was talking about and opened it, pulling Daveed inside. Shutting the door behind you, you watch as Daveed’s mouth twists into a smirk. He leans on against one of the walls of the room, looking at you in a way you would have melted into the ground.

“Come here,” he says, his voice dipping lower.

You walk over to him with no hesitation, leaving a sliver of space between both of you. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, unsatisfied with the previous proximity between you and him. As he looks down at you, you could see his brown eyes darkening as he hungrily looks at you.

“Do you know how hard it is to try and keep civilised every time I see you?” He asks, trailing a finger down your back. It moved slowly from the nape of neck and down the arch of your back, sending tingles you savored deeply. “You look so amazing everyday, causing me to think thoughts you’re not supposed to have towards your friend. But then you come out with this sinful black dress, and I just…damn.”

“You’ve been thinking about me?” You ask breathlessly. “For how long?”

Daveed smiles. “Since the first time I met you,” he replies. “I didn’t want to make any moves just yet, so I settled on becoming friends instead. But tonight, I’m not sure being friends is with you is what I need.”

Daveed closes his eyes for a second, his hand now at your butt, holding it firmly. “Tell me to stop. Tell me I’m making a mistake for what I am going to do next.”

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You knew whatever happens next was irreversible.

“Don’t stop.”

Daveed’s eyes fly open and he immediately takes action. In a matter of seconds, he leans down to capture your lips in a hungry kiss. Midway into the kiss, he pulls away, breathing harshly. With a low growl, he flips you over, to where you were lying against the wall and he was on top of you, kissing the ends of your soul.

“I almost wanted to tear this dress off of you as soon as I saw you in it,” he mumbles, trailing kisses down your jaw. “All the guys at this party wanted to do the same. It’s a shame they can’t do what I’m doing now.”

“Really?” You croak, shivering at the feel of his hot lips on your neck. “I didn’t know that.”

Removing his lips from your neck  to look at you, Daveed smiles a wolfish grin.

“Baby, you have no clue.”

Giving you one last kiss on the lips, Daveed asks you another question that made you head whirl:

“Now, do you want to know how fuckable you are to me?”

You didn’t have to think twice.

“Yes.”

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pairing: jasmine cephas-jones x reader

summary: reader and jasmine are long-time friends, who one day decide to hook up. no strings attached. it was a good idea in theory.

warnings: swearing, alcohol mention, D/s, bondage, temperature play, a tiny bit of spanking, sex toys (? is that something i need to warn about i don’t even know), i vaguely mention a couple details about the movie “remember me” which deals with 9/11 so if you’re very sensitive to that this might not be for you. i don’t mention any real specifics about 9/11 itself but better safe than sorry if this is a topic that triggers you.

word count: 5,014

a/n: ah yes day two of the @hamwriters write-a-thon!! here this is my inbox is open for comments concerns complaints etc love u happy reading


The soft patter of rain on the window of your apartment fades into the background as you hit “play” on the remote. Friday night movie nights with your best friend are even better when it’s raining, so you’re perfectly content with the storm outside. You pull the fluffy blanket up to your chin and settle into the back cushion of the couch.

“Really?” Jasmine sighs as she walks into the living room, bowl of popcorn clutched against her chest. “You had to pick the saddest movie on Netflix?”

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Celebrity Crush - Part Two

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Note: I know it’s late, but enjoy anyway. :)

Word Count: 1969

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warning: None. Language probably.

“Y/N, think about it. This is great for publicity! Two talented, attractive artists admit that they’re attracted to each other? This is perfect. You’re new album is almost finished and you’re on the Hamilton Mixtape; could you imagine getting even more traction if you were to collab on a song with him?”

You were eating lunch outside a cafe in the sunny California weather with your manager and she was trying to convince you to do a song with Daveed to make yourself gain popularity..

“I don’t care about publicity, Diane.” You told her. “I’m fine where I’m at now.”

“But think about how much that song itself will sell!” She continued. “This could raise–”

“Look, I want to do a song with Daveed, don’t get me wrong, but I think your approach on it is for all the wrong reasons.” You said, looking over at her. “I don’t agree with using it solely for publicity. I really like him, Diane. He’s sweet and a nice guy, so if I do a song with him, it’s going to be because I want to write with him, not because my manager is making me do it for publicity.”

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Overprotective

(Platonic) Daveed Diggs x Reader 

Note: This wasn’t a request I just kinda came up with the idea and thought I’d be fun while I’m stuck halfway through two fics I’m trying to write. Anyway I hope you enjoy Daveed acting like an overprotective big brother! 

Word Count: 1,390

You really did not want to be out tonight. All you wanted was to sit at home with a nice big tub of ice cream, the saddest songs on your phone and your most comfortable clothes to cry in. But when Daveed had found out your boyfriend, now ex boyfriend, had cheated on you he had declared that there was no way you would be sitting at home alone tonight.

“It’s your birthday! You’re not staying home because of that asshole on your birthday!” He had almost shouted when you called him and tried to cancel the plans he had already made for that night.

As the two of you walk into the overcrowded bar you feel instantly uncomfortable, the air is thick and full of sweat and the combined sound of people talking and the music blaring through the place makes it hard to think straight. Daveed guides you, with his hands on your shoulders, towards a table near the back where a few others are waiting for you.

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to swallow the marrow

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: @derpypenguin: Maybe a sequel to you should know she is prone???? (other people want this too I think idk anymore)

summary: daveed and reader reunite after three weeks apart, in more ways than one

warnings: NSFW. Smut! dirty talk, dominance/submission, begging, bondage (handcuffs whee), and surprisingly, fluff

word count: 4,945

a/n: title from clippng’s ‘body and blood.’ first of a few sequels i’ve got on the list! makes sense on its own but you can read part one to this here! this got really fluffy i can’t really understand why or how but it happened!

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That Was Fucking. (NSFW 18+)

A/N: This took me sooooooo long to write ! I had major block on this one but I want to thank @completedylantrash for helping me work through my writers block. Also, big big big thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for proof reading this for me and helping me come up with title. This is a DAVE HODGMAN smut. If you are unfamiliar with this character please watch this before reading.

Word count: 3151

Warning: SMUT. SMUT. MORE SMUT.

“What do you think they’re fighting about?” Jane whispers to me as we watch Dave Hodgman and his girlfriend, Aubrey, argue. The two of us had been standing there in our bikinis at Jane’s Grad pool party for a least thirty minutes, just watching them. We’re too far to hear what they’re saying but their faces and hand gestures were enough to know it was a heated argument.

“I don’t know.” I answered her back, my voice in a hushed tone.

Their argument lasted only a minute longer, before Aubrey turned and stormed towards the nearest exit, which was a wooden gate that lead directly to the front yard. Dave looked as if he was going to go after her but stopped himself, running his hand through his hair in frustration. He looked around then started walking around to the side of pool that was least occupied. There he sat in a chair, his elbows on his knees and his fists balled up at his mouth.

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Daveed X Reader: He’s My Boyfriend

Word Count: 891

Request: @tsukiyamas-flower Hello! Can i request Daveed Diggs with a trans boyfriend? Like maybe Daveed helping being super supportive of his boyfriend and his transition or intruducing him to the cast or something like that? Sorry if this is vague or just too much. If you feel unconfortable with writing that is totaly okay btw. Thank you alot in advance!

Pronouns: He/Him

Writer’s Note: First of all, this is a scheduled post. Second: I’m bittersweet on how I wrote this. I like writing trans characters, being a trans person myself, but writing the dysphoria attack was hard because I directly based it off my own experiences, which is quite difficult. 

Warnings: Dysphoria attack


Brushing your hair back, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, you blink and rub your eyes. Daveed is still asleep, but you want to be awake this early- at least, that’s what you tell yourself. Today, Daveed had promised to introduce you to the cast of Hamilton. Even though it had been several months since the show had premiered at the Public Theatre, you had wanted to be ready for when he introduced you to the rest of the cast.

Coming out to yourself had been the hardest step. You had buried the dysphoria all throughout your teen years, wanting to be the perfect daughter that your parents would be so proud of. As the dysphoria had worsened into your 20s, you had been forced to confront the reality of your life that you were a transguy. It had been a hard process of realization, including the process of choosing a new name and adjusting to it, as well as becoming used to the excitement when someone referred to you as a guy. In the past five years, you had come out to your family, received support, been rejected, gone through a bad breakup with your high school sweetheart, and finally felt normal for the first time in your life.

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