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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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Multiverse Lovers - Part Six - Dave Hodgman

Title: The Happenings of his First Time

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Dave Hodgman/Reader

Word Count: 11,257

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, First Time/Virginal Sex, Pool Sex, Dirty Talking, Fingering, Doggy Style, Multiple Orgasms, Protected Sex, Unprotected Sex

Notes: I’m not ready for the last chapter next week. You will start noticing hints towards the conclusion. I REALLY WANNA HEAR YOUR THEORIES FOR THE END. WHAT IS GONNA HAPPEN? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? PS My mouth is still NUMB. FUCK MY LIFE.

Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Pressure. Burning. Engulfed. Drenched. Lost. No Escape.

Your arms flailed around you, your eyes burning. It was relatively dark around you, occasional splotches of bright lights searing into your retinas. The wet substance around you hurt your eyes. Your lungs craved air, yearning for the sweet gas known as oxygen to fill them to the brim, but your lips stayed sealed in fear for what would happen. Small bubbles escaped from your nose as you attempted to exhale without inhaling involuntarily. Your hair rose around you, floating like nothing.

The only thing you knew was you were not in the bathtub, strong, veiny hands pressing you down. You were floating aimlessly somewhere else.

The pressure around you was becoming too much, the weight on your chest feeling vaguely like someone sitting on it – like that time your sister thought it would be funny to sit on your chest and forcing a stick of broccoli in your mouth. To be fair, you were six at the time, but the feeling was the same: uncomfortable, unwanted and beyond painful. You struggled to find relief, though none seemed to arise. You were stuck with no escape.

I thought Mitch was the end. But nope, I was wrong. I die not even knowing what is going on. Your eyes closed, clenching tightly. Is this my punishment for what happened with Mitch? For betraying his trust? For breaking his heart? Does he know I love him? I hope he does. Your body ached, sinking further in the substance. Was I not meant to go through this? Was this a mistake?

Just as your lips began to part, unable to keep them close any longer, when you were pulled upwards. Your head rushed, breaking the surface of your wet prison. Gasps for air were heard, strained coughs filling the air. The first thing you could smell was chlorine mixed with the dulled cologne of your savior. I’m in a pool? Your hand shot up to wipe the water from your face, pushing away strands of hair that stuck to your cheeks. Your hero’s hands held your waist, keeping you afloat.

“Am I dead?” you asked sarcastically on a whim, knowing full well what the answer was. The person against you let out a deep chuckle – a male, obviously – and dragged you towards the side of the pool.

“I kind of hope not. I wouldn’t be able to explain that to your parents later. Or the police. More your parents. I can see that conversation now! ‘Oh, how did Y/N, your best friend, die?’ ‘Well, you see, I let her drown!’ Not a perfect conversation, babe,” he let out.

Your eyes cracked open meeting the sparkling honey-brown orbs of one Dave Hodgman. His brown locks dripped with pool water, surprisingly still spiked upwards. You spared a single glance at his body against yours, noting his bare, toned upper body breaking the water, ripples around it, his blue jeans clinging to his lower half. His shoes and socks were on the side of the pool.

Sweet Baby Roscoe the Jeep…

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THIS WAS REALLY INTERESTING because it sort of drew together a handful of things that I’ve thought on about this before and MAN DO I HAVE A LOT OF THOUGHTS because there’s a lot going on here.

⇾ The one thing missing from this is a tweet from Pablo on this topic (who was not involved in the quoted discussion) about how he’d overheard George saying that Anakin “had help from the other side”–BUT THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING.

⇾ Dave is talking about how Anakin returns to his younger self because that’s the good person that he last was, the last time that he was balanced.  HELL YEAH FOR ANOTHER “BALANCED” SHOUT OUT INSTEAD OF “LIGHT-AFFILIATED”, because the Jedi are (and always have been) about balance.  He also says “he has to shed that skin like everything else” and let me get another HELL YEAH for how Anakin’s final moments were about Letting Go of everything.

⇾ So, Anakin has Let Go of everything, he has shed all of those things he held onto for so long, all that rage and pain and old grudges and wounds, in a truly selfless moment to think of someone else, to leave it all behind.  His appearance reflects that, that he’s returned to the form where he was last balanced.

⇾ Well, how does he even know how to do it?  In the quoted conversation, it’s veering into how Yoda knew how to become a Force Ghost, that the priestesses were only testing him to see if he was worthy of it, that he still had to learn from Qui-Gon.  And this is why Yoda mentions this whole prospect to Anakin in that arc–as Leeland Chee adds:

He’s planting the seed for all those years later, when Anakin finally Lets Go, when he has that truly selfless moment (as is the only way to become a Force Ghost, that’s an established rule of Force Ghosts) that he can hear the Force Ghosts who will help him from the other side.

It’s tempting to say that it might have been Qui-Gon who helped him, but here’s why I don’t think so:  Qui-Gon is not in the scene with Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Yoda.  And he could have been, it would not have been hard to drop him in there, had George wanted him to.  Now, he hadn’t perfected being a Force Ghost yet, he was just a voice during Revenge of the Sith and it had taken him until then to be able to talk to them outside of Mortis (if it was indeed Qui-Gon on Mortis??) but From a Certain Point of View tells us that Qui-Gon was nearly able to physically manifest just before ANH, so within Disney canon he very well could have been there, but was not, meaning that it’s unlikely that he would have been the one to help Anakin. 

More likely it was one of those who had done a more perfected job of it–someone who still loved Anakin even after all that he had done.  Someone who wouldn’t have been able to reach Anakin (though, you cannot tell me he wouldn’t have at least looked in on him) until Anakin was ready to Let Go and remember that seed planted in his mind of how Force Ghosts were a thing.  Someone Anakin would have instinctively reached for.


Here’s some entirely noncanonical thoughts about xenolinguistics and how things could play out on Earth C if any of this actually mattered.

Skaia was working as a universal translator for all players of the game. The humans, trolls, and even carapacians were all speaking and writing in different languages, but Skaia would translate for them for the game to not immediately crumble. As a part of the General Time Fuckery, Skaia’s translations have been in effect for everyone’s lives since the day the babies first crash landed on Earth.

Then, they win the game. And Skaia isn’t helping them any more.

This becomes a problem on Earth C within days. The longer everyone is separated from Skaia the less and less they can understand each other. It doesn’t take long until the language barrier becomes Earth C’s first significant dilemma.

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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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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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Zayn and I walked around a little store at the far end of the festival. Dream-catchers of all different colours hung from the top of the tent, and there were gems and sunglasses and rocks and lighters and grinders stacking up on the tables. The shop owner had greeted Zayn by name as soon as we set foot in there, and I loved how he was practically part of the scenery to the festival, and the people who worked there.

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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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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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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


“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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(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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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.


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.

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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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I Know Part Three

Summary: Rafael invites you out for drinks.

Word Count: 2513

Warnings: Drinking, Swearing

A/N: Boom. Okay, so, this is officially going to have five parts. I just wanted to let you all know this is like a dream come true, getting any form of recognition is like… just the best feeling.

All of you are amazing and great and I love you from the bottom of my heart. I used to never give a shit in high school but somewhere along the lines I crawled back into my shell. You have all pulled me back out again, its been unreal.

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The second your door was closed your knees gave out, you wept sitting on the floor for a while. One of your biggest nightmares had come true, you loved him, he was your best friend, and all he did was use you. Slowly you moved towards the broken pile porcelain, you picked up the broken pieces and touched them gently, it was the mug he bought you for your birthday years ago, the Hufflepuff crest and words scattered on the floor.

You pushed your hair back as you begged to go back in time to two nights ago, to bite your tongue and smile through the night. To go back to when you weren’t losing your best friend…

You pulled yourself off the floor and brushed up the ruined mug, tossing it in the trash, you saw no point in fixing it now.

Finally you reached for your phone, multiple texts from two nights ago sat on your lock screen.

Jasmine 1am :

You did so well tonight, I’m sorry.

Rafa 115am :


Anthony 130am :

Hey did you leave?

Daveed 131am :

Come back…

Lin 134am :

Hey sorry I didn’t catch you, have a good night. See you soon!

Daveed 134am :

Y/N, please come back, just come back, please.

Rafa 135am :

I’m so sorry

Rafa 138am :

Please answer me.

Rafa 145am :

You’re worrying me

Daveed 150am :

Y/N, please say something

Daveed 240am :

I can’t sleep…

Daveed 300am :

Why did you do this to me.

Daveed 330am :


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anonymous asked:

Can you do "we almost kissed in front of everybody but we didn't. Now everybody is looking at us strangely." For javid canon era please

Hi hello! Sorry this took awhile, I had a hard time coming up with a plot for it that wouldn’t be too similar to this one. I hope you like it!

“Ball!” Crutchie calls.

Davey gets up to retrieve what seems like the hundredth wild pitch of the day. He tosses the ball back to Jack, “Ya know, it’s a good thing you’re better at selling papes than ya are at pitching.”

Jack makes a mocking face in Dave’s direction, about to reply with something equally snarky until Race intervenes, “Hey Jack, just throw the damn ball. We ain’t got all day!”

With another pointed look at Dave, Jack winds up and actually manages to throw a pitch Race can hit. The makeshift ball bounces off the bat in Albert’s direction, and he scrambles to get ahold of it before lobbing it at their first baseman, Buttons. Unfortunately, the ball doesn’t get there before Race, eliciting a collective groan from their team. Buttons tosses the ball back to Jack while Specs steps up for his turn at bat.

“Now you’re just doin’ it on purpose!” He yelps, narrowly avoiding being hit by another stray pitch.

“Is it really that hard to throw a ball?” Albert groans.

“Team meeting!” Davey stands from his spot behind Specs, where he was acting as catcher. He sighs and crosses the space between home “plate”, which is really just a newsie cap, and where Jack stands. Waiting for the rest of their team to join them before he speaks, Dave places his hands on his hips, “Jackie, why don’t ya just let someone else pitch?”

Jack puffs out his chest, glaring at the other boys when they make sounds of agreement, “I’m the best pitcher on the team, Dave!”

“Really?” Davey crosses his arms, lifting his brows and tilting his head slightly. “‘Cause I think ya record today says otherwise.”

Jack narrows his eyes and steps closer to Davey, stretching his frame to be as tall as he can be. He glares up at him. “Like you could do bettah’.”

Davey watches Jack attempt to be imposing, stifling a scoff. He invades Jack’s space further, using his slight height advantage until their noses are nearly touching. “I think I could.”

Jack’s breath hitches slightly in his throat when he realizes just how close Dave is. He forgets that they’re not only out in public, but also surrounded by their friends, and finds himself studying Davey’s big, bright eyes. His gaze darts between the taller boy’s eyes and his lips. Itching to close the painfully short distance between them, Jack runs his tongue over his lower lip.

The small action doesn’t go unnoticed by Davey, who’s also come to the realization that they’re a little too close for comfort. His breath shakes almost imperceptibly when his eyes drop to stare at Jack’s lips, wondering how they would feel against his own. He’s just about to lean in and find out when…

“Uh, guys?” Albert elbows Jack in the ribs, his brows furrowing as his gaze goes between the two boys. “What’re we doin’ ‘bout the pitching situation?”

The question yanks Jack and Davey back to reality. They immediately jump back from each other, visibly shaken by their lapse of restraint in front of the others. Davey turns a vibrant shade of red as Jack scratches at the back of his neck, glancing shyly at the other boy with a shrug. “I- uh- I guess Dave can pitch if he wants ta. He’s probably right anyway.”

The boys still stare at the pair in confusion, unsure of what exactly they just witnessed until Crutchie yells, “So do we have a decision o’ not?”

“Yeah?” Buttons replies uncertainly, giving Jack and Davey another look before shaking his head and returning to his spot at first base. “Dave’s gonna pitch for us now.”

“Well get on wit’ it then!”

Davey’s face remains a brilliant shade of red as Jack pushes the ball into his hand. Their gazes meet, but they both swallow thickly and quickly avert their eyes. Jack hurries to take Dave’s previous place as catcher while the other boys return to their former positions. Dave looks around, scanning everyone’s faces for any sign of a reaction, but they all seem to have brushed off the odd confrontation. He finds himself thinking about the way Jack stared at him.

No. Not now.

Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, Davey looks at Specs, who’s patiently waiting for him to throw a pitch. He sighs. Baseball was a poor decision.

The Simplest Ghost Quartet Summary I Could Manage

Because tumblr is awful it ate an ask @dicnaprince sent me when I tried to answer it, about Ghost Quartet’s plot, so here’s my attempt at answering that question.

This http://officialvaguepost.tumblr.com/post/148906082025/my-attempt-at-a-linear-synopsis-of-ghost-quartet is the most thorough explanation I’ve read, and it’s very good to read once you kind of know the show. However it’s pretty confusing to take in at first, so here is a slightly simpler (slightly), slightly shorter (still very long, apologies) version:

Essentially Ghost Quartet follows the stories of multiple reincarnations of four characters/souls/ghosts, over numerous centuries, in a non-linear fashion. Each actor plays reincarnations of the same character. There are four main contexts the show takes place in: 17th century Japanese/German fairytale, 14th Century Persia (Arabian Nights), 19th century England (Fall of the House of Usher), and 21st century America. 

The fairytale context involves primarily Rose Red (Brittain), Pearl White (Gelsey), The Astronomer (Dave), The Bear (Brent) as well as The Soldier (also Gelsey), The Miller (also Dave) and The Fiddler (also Brent). Rose Red and Pearl White are sisters, and Rose falls in love with The Astronomer, but he uses her and has an affair with Pearl. In her anger, Rose asks The Bear, a magical being, if he will maul The Astronomer, turn Pearl into a crow and trap them in a cave. He agrees, on the condition she gets him four things: a pot of honey, a piece of stardust, a secret baptism and a photo of a ghost. He gives her the ability to move through the different timelines/incarnations of her soul in order to get these things.

Rose Red seduces The Solider for a pot of honey, and kills her, as The Solider asked her to. She then moves through her incarnations in the Arabian Nights context, the House of Usher context, and the modern day context in order to collect the other things (see below). 

She returns to The Bear, only to find he has tricked her and won’t follow through with her request, and tells her to do it herself (however – he does actually end up killing different incarnations of Pearl in other contexts). Rose then pushes Pearl into the river where she drowns. Pearl’s skeleton is fished out of the river by The Miller, who leaves her bones to dry. The Fiddler finds the bones and makes a fiddle from them, which is handed down the generations of his family until it ends up in the camera shop owned by the modern Pearl.

The Arabian Nights context involves Scheherazade (Gelsey), Dunyazad (Brittain), Shah Zaman (Brent) and Monk (Dave). Scheherazade is wife to Shah Zaman, and tells him and her sister Dunyazad a story each night, in order for him not to kill her. Her stories are recollections from her other incarnations, and her ability to recall/tell them comes from her stardust. Scheherazade also tells Dunyazad that the ghost of Thelonious Monk is living behind a door in the palace. 

Years later, after Dunyazad has died, Rose Red visits this timeline for the piece of stardust. Scheherazade gives this to her by telling her a story of a dream she had about meeting her past self. Eventually Shah Zaman kills Scheherazade and becomes the ‘man in Iran’ mentioned in the song The Astronomer. 

The House of Usher context involves Usher (Dave), Lady Usher (Gelsey), their daughter Roxie (Brittain), and their son, who has no name directly mentioned in the show but is called The Fool (Brent). Roxie is occasionally possessed by Rose Red, who describes herself as a starchild to Roxie and describes the spiritual realm to her. Usher and Lady Usher believe Rose is her imaginary friend, and the things she says about Rose concern them, so they encourage her to ‘put her away’ but she never does. 

Teenaged Roxie has an affair with a reincarnation of The Astronomer, and gives birth to a Rose incarnation, who is Starchild, and has spiritual/magical abilities due to Rose Red’s influence. Rose Red steals the child for the secret baptism, and Roxie falls ill. After her death, The Fool leaves, and has descendants that eventually own the camera shop. Rose Red returns to possess Roxie’s body, but finds her dead, and so kills Lady Usher.

The modern context involves two Pearl incarnations – the camera shop owner and The Victim (both Gelsey), The Photographer (Brittain), The Driver (Dave) and The Pusher (Brent). The Victim plays a game on her phone involving a soldier fighting a bear, and when she strikes the bear, The Pusher is overcome and pushes The Victim from the platform into the path of The Driver’s train. Rose Red possesses The Photographer in this moment and takes the photo of a ghost. She then leaves her, and disgusted, The Photographer throws her camera to the ground and breaks it.

She goes the camera shop, where she meets the owner, who tells her the story of Rose and Pearl, and gives her the new camera. The owner also gives The Photographer the number of The Driver. The two meet and eventually have two daughters. 

Starchild is a Rose incarnation who sort of lives beyond time as a spiritual entity, and is generally pretty confused about what she is and what she can do. 

Ghost Quartet also involves a number of songs which aren’t specific to any of the particular contexts (I Don’t Know, Any Kind Of Dead Person, Four Friends, Prayer, Hero, and Midnight), which take place in a spiritual realm outside these physical contexts. These songs follow the souls/ghosts of the characters exploring and coming to understand their experiences in all their reincarnations, as well as further developing the non-linear way the stories are told.

Hope this is helpful and not too confusing!

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.


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.


Closer (Part Two)

 Prompt: The discovery of a tattoo on Y/N’s body turns a sexy photo shoot even sexier. Part one can be read here.

Pairing: Daveed x reader

Warning: Smut, and lots of it.

A/N: *Waves hello from the other side of the world, embarrassed*. God help and forgive me…… Sorry for the wait, and I hope you guys enjoy. This was fun to write ;) As always, let me know what you think.

You didn’t know who moved first.

You both reach for each other, your arms wrapping around his neck and his hands cupping your face. Your lips meet in a frenzied kiss, and you tug him further in your room.

Daveed kicks the door closed behind him and pushes you against the wall, lips still pressed against yours.

You whimper, knees buckling from the rush of emotions that wash over you. The noise seemed to spur him on, tilting your head as he licks your bottom lip.

You pull him closer, and this time the both of you groan when your tongues meet. Your lips move against each other, and then with a curse, he breaks away from you.

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Captain Jack Just Wants To Close His Eyes And Go

A/N: Oops. I made a Javid fic. Oops oops oops. I probably should be doing requests but I NEEDED THIS PAIN.THIS ISN’T READER INSERT AND IT’S MY FIRST NEWSIES FIC? IT’S BASED OFF OF HC’S THAT @nonstop-laurens AND I CREATED

Pairing: Jack Kelly X Davey

Warnings: ANGSTY AS FUCK,,, Death mention, basically all based on death, sadness, crying, screaming, throwing things, fighting, punching, swearing probably, asshole pape sellers, anger, happy-ish ending?,

AU: Newsies, bitches


Word Count: 1,468 (IM SO SO SORRY)


Jack read over the letter that he had recieved from his best friend Crutchie. Crutchie had recently been arrested and sent to the refuge, a horrible place where they don’t feed you and beat you senseless. Crutchie had said that he would be fine and come back with no scratches. Jack felt sloghtly relieved at the letter, sighing as he put it to the side of him.

Jack’s boyfriend, David or Davey, soon walked into the room. David looked at Jack and went to sit beside him. Jack smiled softly at him before handing him the letter.

David skimmed through the sloppy handwriting, eyes widening slightly. “Ya think he’ll be fine, Jacky?” Davey asked, grabbing his hand softly.

Jack smiled slightly. “Um. Yeah, I hope so. I saw him at the refuge a few day ago. They messed him up pretty bad, Dave.” Jack said, biting the inside of his cheek out of nervousness.

David smiled, trying to swallow his uneasiness, for Jacks sake. “I’m sure he’ll be fine too, Jack.” He said, squeezing Jacks hand.

Jack nodded before standing up, taking the note and walking over to where the other boys were. He read the letter to all of them. Some were uneasy about the situation and some cheered.


About a week later, the newsies received another letter. Jack wasn’t in Manhattan at the time. He was in Brooklyn visiting Spot Conlon, talking out plans for the strike. David started reading the letter to himself.

His face turned pale and his palms became sweaty. All the other guys looked at Davey in confusion and worry. David took a shaky deep breath before speaking. “C-Crutchie is dead.” He stuttered, his entire body shaking as tears streamed down his pale face.

Breathes hitched and sobs could be heard from several of the newsies. Some simply froze. Race stepped up and spoke, the boys face slightly wet with newly dropped tears. “What? No. How?” Race rambled slightly, trying not to believe it.

Davey let out a sob before sucking in a breath and speaking. “They beat him and starved him to death. The refuge. They-” David began, cut off by his own whimper. Almost all the newsies were crying at this point. David couldnt even imagine Jacks reaction.

Some newsies were holding onto each other as they sobbed. Crutchie was a brother to them and losing a brother is one of the hardest things you could endure.


When Jack came back no one dared tell him about what happened to Crutchie. Spot knew but had been told not to tell Jack.

Jack walked into a room where David was sitting, smiling. David couldnt help but smile at the sight of his boyfriend, hugging him. They quickly said their hellos before Davey spoke up. “I uh need to tell ya somethin Jacky.” He said, obviously very nervous.

Jack raised his eyebrows and gestured for David to continue. “Uh. Jack. Crutchie is- Crutchie is d-dead.” He stuttered. Jack froze and swore that he felt his heart stop.

Jack let out a nervous laugh, hoping that his boyfriend was simply joking. “No. He can’t. He can’t be- He ain’t dead Dave!” He said, voice cracking, basically shouting the last part when he saw how serious David was, tears slipping out of Davids eyes.

“Hes dead Jack. I’m sorry. He’s dead.” Davey rambled. Jack froze. His entire world stopped and his body felt numb. He didn’t even know he was crying until he sobbed loudly.

“No no no no no no. He-No! H-How? No.” Jack rambled quickly. Davey attempted to calm him by putting a hand on his shoulder but Jack shrugged it off right away.

“They beat and starved him to death, Jacky. I’m sorry.” David said in a consoling voice. Jack fell to his knees as his body shook with sobs. His best friend- No, brother had died. Jack was under the strong influence that it was his fault, only doubling his sobbing. David looked down at Jack softly, feeling extremely sorry for him in that moment.

“I’m gonna give you space Jacky.” Dave said quietly, walking out of the room. Jack was sobbing and sobbing, unable to keep his composure. He wasn’t even sure he ever even had a composure.

“No no no. No!” Jack kept shouting to himself, gripping onto a nearby vase. He grabbed the vase firmly, nearly breaking it with just his hands and throwing it with all his might at the wall as he sobbed into the palms of his hands.

David could hear from the other side of the door, his heart breaking at the wrenching sobs. All the other newsies had their eyes fixed on the door in confusion, the predicament finally clicking after a minute.


The nights without David were the worst. Jack would sob all night, feeling as though he couldn’t talk to anyone. Davey tried to be there for Jack whenever he could but he had a family to support.

Jack didn’t sell papes for several days as he was crying way too much. One day, he finally came back. It wasn’t a very great choice.

Jack was walking with Davey and Les over to where they could buy their papes. Jack was stone faced, refusing to talk to anyone. If someone tried to talk to him he would simply shrug and walk away.

When Wiesel and the Delancey brothers spotted Jack, they immediately took action. Their goal was to tease the hell out of him.

Jack walked into the line, facing Mr. Wiesel for the first time in weeks. “Well if it isn’t Jack Kelly? Where’ve ya been, boy?” Mr. Wiesel smirked. Jack clenched his fists to the point where they turned white but bit his tongue causing a raised eyebrow coming from Wiesel. “What? No, ‘hello Mr. Weasel? Man, the boy’s got it bad.” Mr. Wiesel stated, talking more to the Delancey brothers.

“I know why!” Morris stepped up, smirking wide. Wiesel and Oscar raised an eyebrow at this, gesturing to go on. “We messed up his gimp leg friend pretty bad. He died 3 weeks ago. It was much needed. We ain’t need no gimp leg in Manhattan.” Morris said, continuing to smirk, Oscar joining in. Jack clenched his jaw, anger bubbling in his chest.

“Better yet. We ain’t need no gimp leg in New York!” Oscar joined in.

“I remember the boys screams. ‘Jack Jack! Come save me!’ Pathetic.” Morris mocked, egging on Jack.

“Aw did that get on the famous Jack Kelly’s nerves? Our bad. Y'know who elses nerves we liked to get on? The gimp leg.” Oscar said, smirking. Jack snapped at thsi point.

“Don’t call him that.” Jack said, slightly quiet. His jaw was clenched and his knuckles were white. The Delancey brothers laughed at this.

“Whatcha gonna do about it, Kelly?” Morris said, still smirking wide as ever. Jack punched him straight in the jaw. Hard. Morris groaned. “You’re gonna pay for that, Jack!” Morris shouted. Oscar turned around only to be met with an angry fist. This continued until the delancey brothers were on the floor with Jack beating them senseless.

Soon enough, Davey pulled him away. Jack hadn’t even noticed he was crying until he felt his face. Tears mixed with blood from the fight.

Jack stormed away, unknowing of what to do. His heart and life was empty without his best friend Crutchie.

David followed Jack into the lodging house where Jack had stormed into. Jack began sobbing loudly, making it easier for David to find him.

Davey walked up to Jack and sat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay, Jacky.” He said gently. Jack jumped slightly at the new voice.

“No it ain’t.” Jack said quietly, his voice cracking.

“Jack. It’s been weeks. Do ya really think this is what Crutchie would want?” Dave asked, trying to be consoling.

“I don’t know what he wants Dave! I don’t fuckin know and that’s the point! I wish I knew! I wish Crutchie was still here!” Jack rambled, raising his voice.

“We all wish Crutchie was still here, Jacky. But he’s not. Ya gotta accept that. He wouldn’t have wanted you to sit around and mope! He’d want you to sell papes! Achieve your dream! Your dream of-Santa Fe.” David ranted, his voice cracking at the end. He didn’t want Jack to leave for Santa Fe. But it was his dream. And Davey didn’t want himself to be the reason that Jack didn’t achieve it.

“You’re right.” Jack said quietly. Dave let out a breath he didn’t know he was keeping.

“Damn right I’m right. Thank ya God.” Davey laughed slightly, taking Jack’s hand in his own. “I’ll be here for ya forevea Jacky. For sure.”

“For sure.” Jack said, smiling weakly.

Age is Just a Number // David Rossi

A/N — Hey ok this might be a little bit smaller than usual because I struggled a little for some reason. I’m sorry!

- Pablo x

Requested: Yep!

Warnings: Age gap in a relationship, people being upset because of that

— Y/N’s POV —

We didn’t expect it to happen, I mean - no one did. We were just two people who happened to meet through a friend, nothing should be wrong with that - right?


Me and Spencer had been best friends since we were kids. We grew up together, went to school side by side (until he became the child genius he always was, went to the parks together, grew up side by side knowing that we were meant to be best friends forever.

Then, when he joined the BAU I was so proud of him. A few years later - Dave joined.

I met him on another night-time dinner with the team when their case ended, and immediately I liked him. He was sweet, kind, loving and charming. Yeah, he’d been married three times but that should never stop anyone from loving someone again. He deserved to.

“Good morning, gorgeous.” Dave smiles, wandering into his kitchen on a Tuesday morning, me adorned in one of his button ups (buttoned down, oops?) and him already dressed for work.

“Morning, handsome. Another case?” I ask, voice happy, as I always was to see him on a morning or night.

But, in my heart, I knew nothing was as magical as I wanted it to be. Every morning for the past week I had treated just the same; I had gotten up, made breakfast, smiled, giggled and laughed along with Dave’s bad but still oh-so-funny jokes - but I knew it wasn’t as much as a fairytale as that. So did he.

“Yep. You ok? Spencer talking to you yet?” He asks, concern in his furrowed eye brows and worried eyes.

That’s another thing I had always adored about Dave - he cared. I’d never had that in a man before and he knew it; he understood how much I had been hurt in my previous relationships by a lack of caring. If I was upset, he would make me laugh, if I was insecure, he would show me how much he loved me. He cared, and it made my heart flutter.

But one thing I did miss was my best friend. Spencer hadn’t talked to me in a whole week and why? - because of me and Dave. Spencer saw it as Dave was having a fling with me to feel ‘young again’, so that he could ‘have fun’ and no matter how many times me and David had explained to him that we were a genuine thing, that we liked each other a lot - he still couldn’t understand the age gap. It broke my heart knowing that my best friend and my boyfriend couldn’t get along. They both meant so much to me.

“No, he’s still upset with me.” I say, leaving the spoon in my mug of tea from stirring it.

“Hey, don’t be upset about it. I know it’s hard but he’ll come around. I promise. He’ll see how much he misses you and he’ll realise he needs you.” Dave reassures me, lifting my chin between his index finger and thumb gently, tilting my head to see his.

“Do you think it’s me? Should I be saying sorry?” I ask him, eyes glassy with fear.

“No, it shouldn’t be you. Spencer isn’t someone who should be stopping you from dating someone just because of an age gap. Yeah, you are younger than me, but if I like you and you like me why should that matter?” He says, his arms pulling me into a bear hug, his chin resting on the top of my head with goal adoration and love flowing through his veins.

“Yeah, guess so. I just miss him a lot. This is the longest time we haven’t talked.” I say, pulling away and handing him his mug of tea, which he smirks at and gives me a kind kiss on the cheek.

“I know, and I promise that everything will get better again.” He assures me, leaning back against the kitchen counter with the mug in his hand.

“Maybe I should text or call him again.” I ask, mostly to myself but partly wanting to know which direction to go in.

I missed my best friend. The person I grew up around, the person who gives me advice when I need it and most importantly - loves me for whatever choices I make. I miss Spencer being around me and his acceptance, his knowledge giving me the will to carry on again because without him - sometimes I questioned whether I had the will power to carry on in this world. Without Spencer around I often wondered whether I could make it.

“Hey, no, leave it. How many times have you called him the past week? What, around fifty? Leave it. If he wants to talk then he can, he knows where you are. You need to stop making the effort if he can’t accept you for doing what makes you happy. He can’t dictate your life for you. I know that he’s only looking out for you, making sure you don’t get hurt, but he should losen up and see how happy you are.” Dave tells me, putting down the mug after taking a sip and coming further towards me, putting his hands on my hips and pulling my body closer to his.

“Yeah, I guess so. Thank you, Dave, for being so nice through all this. Any other guy would’ve left by now.” I say, looking up into his kind and loving eyes.

“I’m not any other guy. Hey, I have to go, will you be here when I get back?” He asks, smile on his face already knowing the answer.

“Course I will, go, get those bad guys.” I laugh, pushing him away gently, before he places a peck on my lips quickly before heading out the door.

The door closes, and my heart feels warm knowing that Dave sees this as an ‘age is just a number’ situation - because it is. We like each other and that should be ok, we should be allowed to be happy.

“You left your tea.” I say to myself, shaking my head and drinking the rest myself, before taking my day off and watching TV on my boyfriends couch, still in his shirt.

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