y you look so happy dave


Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2312

Request/Summary: This wasn’t requested, it’s a fake dating AU in which you invite Diggs to your high school reunion.

Warnings: None, just cussing and unrequited love.

Tagging: Long ago @whatdimissmotherfuckers asked to be tagged in this so… (it did NOT go as planned. but I like it. so,)

A/N: Please enjoy! Let me know what you thought, if things go as planned, there will be three parts!

Masterlist | Ask Box | Restraint | Stupidity | Infatuation | Fantasy

You sighed through your teeth, fiddling with the corner of the invitation in your hand, its shiny surface reflected the flickering light above you. You should go. You exhaled again and dragged yourself up from the couch, scouring the area backstage for Daveed. “Daveed.” You stated when you saw him.

“That is my name.”

“Let’s be honest. You’re the hottest guy here,” you started

“I would argue that Leslie is the hottest guy here.” Daveed countered, his teeth showing as a smile crinkled his eyes.

“Hey!” Thayne and Anthony harmonized, causing you to stifle a cackle.

“Anyway. My high school reunion is coming up,” Daveed grinned. “What are you smiling at?” You asked, suspicious.

“Nothing.” He chuckled, waving his hand dismissively and sniffling softly.

“Well, I need to rub in their faces how successful I am.” You continued hesitantly. “And… I need a fake boyfriend.”

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Vegas | Tease | Oops | D | Game | Mistake

Series: Vegas

Note: For some reason, this part just took me a while to write. Writers block is a bitch. Buuuut, it’s finally here. Enjoy, loves.

Word Count: 2790

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: SMUTTTT. but i mean, it’s Vegas, what else do you expect from this series? shower sex, horrible sense of humor (thanks rafa), cursing, blah blah blah etc.

Tagging: @gwash4prez @jazy2015 @diggs4life @alexanderhamllton @this-ally-loves-you @duckoffury @hamrevolution @curiositykilledthecompanion @thegirlonhamilton @shinymarbles @legattoassassino @nadialinett14 @an-abundance-of-hannahs @someonesblogger @hamiltrashinn @texasprincess3 @the-ashy-phoenix

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Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour - Seventeen

Y/N had been at Rossi’s house for two hours now, desperately trying not to guzzle down the alcohol that was freely on offer, but feeling like she needed more and more as each moment passed by.

Spencer was there and aside from a curt nod, he’d barely acknowledged her. One thing Reid was apparently very VERY good at, was holding grudges and he very obviously had one against her which he wasn’t going to to let drop. Something else he was apparently very very good at was being oblivious to the fact that Lexie Barker from the second floor, was very heavily trying to flirt with him. The woman was practically shoving her breasts in his face and he wasn’t giving any indication that he was even aware that she had breasts, let alone that she clearly wanted him to suck on them. Y/N rolled her eyes as she sipped her martini, trying to pay attention to the conversation that was happening around her, Anderson and Emily discussing the pros and cons of…..God only knows what, Y/N had mentally checked out long ago.

Derek and Penelope had been acting strangely all evening too, sloping off to the side of the room and not conversing with the rest of the team, or the rest of the office for the best part of the evening. Their gazes flickered between Y/N and Spencer and then they’d turn to each other and talk in low hushed tones, Derek bending down to whisper into Penelope’s ear.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” Y/N told Emily and Anderson, moving away from them over to where Morgan and Garcia were stood. They smiled brightly at her, Derek’s expression more of a smirk.

“Alright, what gives?” she asked them both, picking up another glass of wine from the refreshments table they were hovering in front of.

“Nothing. Nothing at all,” Penelope licked her ruby red lips and sipped her beverage. 
“Are you having fun?”

“Not overally, I kinda feel like I have a headache. I might call a cab.”

Derek chuckled and glanced over at Spencer and Lexie. Y/N followed his gaze, scowling when she saw the attractive brunette with her hand on Spencer’s arm.

“So that’s what we’re calling it now, a headache?” Derek commented, his lips curling as he tried to hide his grin.

“Pardon me?” Y/N’s eyebrows shot up at his words, looking to Penelope and seeing her friend avoiding her eyes.

Derek laughed, “Well sweet cheeks, ever since you got here all you’ve done is watch Lexie flirting with our boy over there with a look on your face that says you wouldnt piss on her if she was on fire. I think somebody’s jealous.”

“Why…. why exactly would I be jealous, Morgan?” she turned her back to Spencer and Lexie to face Derek, trying to resist the urge to yell at Penelope.

“It just seems to me that perhaps SOMEONE would rather have Spencer all for themselves. It’s quite odd that both of you met someone online and it ‘fizzled’ out at almost exactly the same time, don’t you think?”

Penelope shifted uncomfortably as Y/N glared at her.

“I didn’t tell him! Well I did, but he asked! He came to my officer earlier and said that you’d both been acting weirdly and did I know what was wrong.”

“So you just told me him. Everything?”

Penelope looked guilty as fuck as she nodded.

“PENELOPE! Wait… Did you, Oh god tell me you didn’t show him the transcripts. Or the photos?”

“I swear I didn’t show him those. I swear it.”

“There’s transcripts?” Morgan took a swig of his beer. “Baby girl, you been holding out on me? I wanna see what our boy genius wrote that was so good that it had Y/N sucking on his neck like a horny teenage.”

“Oh what fucking fresh hell is this, can you guys shut the hell up?” Y/N was raising her voice now and drawing attention to them. Spencer made his way over to the group as did Emily, wondering what the commotion was.

“Y/N? Everything okay?” Emily touched her arm, trying to calm her friend down.

“No it’s not. Apparently none of us in the team can have any secrets without everyone knowing about them” she was still glaring daggers at Garcia, the blonde stepping back slightly and looking down at the floor.

Spencer cleared his throat, interjecting into the conversation, “Secrets…. Erm, whose secrets exactly.”

He looked at Morgan and the shit eating grin on his face was enough to tell Reid that Morgan knew.

“Oh….That secret.” He directed his next comment to Y/N, with a hint of disdain in his voice. “Well I guess that explains why you were almost shouting, you did say you couldn’t cope with everyone knowing.”

“Oh for love of God, I tried to tell you I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Well perhaps you shouldn’t have said it the way you did in the first place then. But yeah, I can see that you’re definitely not coping well right now……”

Emily put her hand up to stop Spencer as Y/N looked around to see that Rossi and Hotch had joined the group too.

“Can someone just explain to me what’s going on please and why it looks like Y/N and Reid are going to strangle each other.”

Derek laughed again. “Maybe they are. Some people are into that in the bedro…..”

“SHUT UP MORGAN!” Spencer and Y/N exclaimed in unison.

“Guys, seriously now. What’s happened?” Emily asked again. Spencer folded his arms across his chest looking directly at Y/N.

This was her chance to prove that she wasn’t ashamed of sleeping with him, that it had just been a throw away comment that she’d made that he’d taken the wrong way. Spencer waited.

“Fine!“ Y/N downed her glass and fished in her bag for her cell phone, getting ready to call for a cab straight after. “The two biggest mouths in the BAU know anyway so it won’t be long until the whole of the FBI do. Spencer and I slept together. On multiple occasions. The people we both met online, it was each other. Okay. Happy?”

She looked around the group of her closest colleagues. Spencer had turned a slight shade of pink. Derek was still smirking, Emily’s jaw had fallen open, and both Aaron and Dave simply looked amused.

“Are you still….?” Emily asked when she was finally able to speak through her shock.

Y/N shook her head. “No, because I said something I shouldn’t have and hurt his feelings. I didn’t want you guys to find out and he took that to mean that I was ashamed of sleeping with him.”

She looked directly at Spencer now, ignoring the stares from the others.

“Spencer, I wasn’t ashamed of that. I just didn’t want people to know because I didn’t want the teasing, the jokes, the questions. I didn’t want them to affect what was happening between us, I didn’t want them to ruin it. But I did that myself by choosing my words poorly and then leaving it too long to apologise.”

She swallowed back her emotion and looked back to Morgan.

“Are you happy now? Feel free to make all the jokes at our expense that you like, I’m going home.”

With that, Y/N turned on her heel and walked through the now quiet room into the foyer and out the front door, getting ready to dial for a cab.

She was so done with tonight

Love (DaveedXReader)

A/N: I wrote this in about 20 minutes because I’ve been at the hospital since 10 in the morning and it’s currently 3 because my nephew is due today so I’ve just be thinking about Daveed and your kid… so I wrote this and now I’m super emotional wanting my nephew here already.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Daveed… I wish I did but sadly I’m just a 15 year old girl.
Word Count: 476
The lights shined brightly in the hospital room that you and your husband Daveed were currently in.

You were passed out in the hospital while Daveed, on the other hand, was sitting in a chair that was pulled up in front of the small bed.

His eyes gazed happily upon the small baby that was sleeping in the crib.

A difficult labor of sixteen hours had finally ended when (your/childs/name) had entered the room. Weighing in at 8 pounds and 3 ounces. Came in screaming loudly at (preferred/time) on (preferred/birth/date)

They were perfect. You remembered the small features they had already developed. Daveed’s eyes, your lips and nose, his ears and facial structure.

The birth was intense. You screamed and cried the whole time, Daveed holding your hand while his mom, Barbara, smiled and encouraged you.

Finally, it was over.

Daveed stroked your baby’s face with his fingers lightly. His heart was swelling greatly as he stared at your alls child.

His child.

His baby.


His whole mind was taken over by the thoughts he was having. Positive thoughts. His excitement was very hard to hide but he was doing his best. Grinning ear to ear as he stared at your alls creation.

Daveed counted the ten little fingers your baby had. Mesmerized by the small movements the baby did. He was in love.

Daveed counted each little toe on the baby’s feet and smiled.

Looking over at you, he chuckled quietly and shook his head. Slowly and carefully, Daveed took the baby in his arms and held them.

“Hi (preferred/baby/name). It’s me, your daddy. You have no idea how happy I am that your here.” Daveed talked softly, “I love you so much and so does your mommy. We’ve been awaiting your arrival for so long.”

Your baby squirmed in Daveed’s arms and cooed, their (preferred/eye/color) staring into Daveed’s brown ones.

Love was filling the small hospital room.

“Even though you gave us a few freights brought the months, you’re here.” Daveed felt the tears pricking in his eyes, he laughs and smiled, wiping his tear away. “God, I’m so happy you’re here. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

Your baby wrapped their hand around Daveed’s index finger.

“Your mom is truly amazing.” Daveed exclaimed, looking back at you asleep. “She deserves all the sleep she’s getting right now. I love her so much.”

Daveed held your alls baby in his arms for as long as he could remember, soon enough you woke up to feed the baby.

You were tired but happy.

You and Daveed’s baby was here.

A family.

You were happy.

“I love you so much (y/n).” Daveed said, placing your child in your arms. “God, I love you.”

You smiled and kissed your husbands lips softly, “I love you too Daveed.”

Request: Helpless

Request:  Psst hello can i make a req. For number 27 “I’m pregnant” with Lin manuel w/(i like me some negative prego tho Y/N doesn’t want that child) angst?

AN: Sorry this took me like years to actually write for you! I hope you like it!

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#138 - For anonymous x3

Filling the prompts “something where Van and the reader drop out of school together to pursue the band?” and “you were his only ever girlfriend when he was young, all the songs from the two albums are about you, you were like, meant to be, the happiest couple ever, baby plans and shit… but then you kinda starts to stand out at your job and he has to tour more, so he decides to break up with u, even though you still wanna make things work? then you get depressed and triggered, but you guys never stopped loving each other and meet after years” and “reader and Van have been dating for quite some time and that their relationship is starting to get difficult because Van is caught up with touring, and that he is starting to like the fame and recognition he’s getting. Maybe Van is starting to think that maybe it’s best for them to break up or something? I kinda want a not so happy ending kind of story….”

Note: Indulge me, friends. I’ve tried something new with the structure of this fic. I need you to listen to Dakota by Stereophonics before you read this. I dedicate this fic to firstly, the requesters. And secondly, to @you-andthebottlemen. She knows why. 

Verse 1

Thinking back, thinking of you. Summertime, think it was June. Yeah, think it was June. Laying back, head on the grass. Chewing gum, having some laughs.
You made me feel like the one.

“I’m in love with you,” Van said. You rolled your eyes and threw your math textbook at him; purposefully aiming to miss. It was heavy with the weight of all the pain it had inflicted on you and the countless students who came before. “And I’m in love with this dope. And this fucking record. Did I tell you Dad’s taking me to see them next month?” The sound of Dakota filled the smoky room.

“Don’t think he’s gonna take you when he finds out about school,” you replied as you took the joint from Van’s hand.

“Nah. He’s gotta know school wouldn’t be my thing, you know? Really gotta focus on the band. Dead sure we can make it,”

“But you don’t have a backup plan,”

“Don’t need one… We’re gonna make it.”

Van was so, so confident that his high school rock band was going to get him to stadium gigs and musical stardom. You snuck into the hallway of his house and watched as he told Mary and Bernie he was dropping out of school because of that belief. 

“Van, they kicked you out,” Bernie said.

“Nah. Mutual decision,” Van grinned. Mary’s face was blank, and Bernie shook his head.

“My boy… The world is… It’s hard to make it in music. You know that,” he told his firstborn, only born.

“I know. We’re good, though. We got Larry and Y/N to keep us in check and tell us when we’re writing something shit. I just… School’s doin’ my head in. I promise I can do this. Ma, I’ll buy you a jacuzzi. And you,” Van said, pulling his seat up next to Bernie and holding his shoulders, looking into his father’s eyes, “I will make you so fucking proud. I promise.”

You lasted only a month in school without the guys. There was a fight between your parents and Mary and Bernie. They called Van reckless and a bad influence, which was true, but Mary said that Van would always look after you, and surely that is all they could want for you - to be happy and loved until the very end of your days.

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Where is the truth? Part Two

Lin x Reader, Daveed x Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word Count: 1,769

Warnings: angst

A/N: It’s fluffy at the end, so I hope you’ll enjoy it. But it’s not the end of the story yet, there will be more Lin in the next part. And I tagged everyone who left comments. 

Tags: @ joesugg-casperlee-5sos @ umyas @ hamilton–trassh @ hadahe1ada @ just-a-random-fandom-24 @ winchestergirl907 @ shenellah @ congratsonhamlet @ beandenjoy @ fam-just-no 

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frozen pt. 2 || jack kelly

so there were not one, but two requests for a part two

i had to complay

so here you doods go, i hope it is worthy of your reading standards 


““How da hell did ya end up over ‘ere? C'mon, youse is stayin’ at the Lodgin’ House tanight.” You felt a surge of panic. Stay in the Lodging House? All night? Your uncle would be furious when you came home the next night, and if he found out that you had stayed with a bunch of boys? You weren’t sure you’d come out of that alive. 

        “J-Jack, I c-can’t, my u-uncle, h-he’ll get mad!” You cried, pulling some of your weight off Jack. Jack raised one of his eyebrows. He had been guessing that something wasn’t quite right with that man.”

“        “But if ya skin is still like dis in the morn’, den ya gotta stay for da day an’ let us take care of ya.”         ”

            tw; nightmare, mentions of abuse, being sick (??)

        “Where were you?!” Your uncle roared, brandishing a fist at you. You tried to explain to him why you were gone but he started hitting you. And hitting you and hitting you and hitting you and hitting you.

        Shaking seized your body, making you groan in frustration and confusion. You opened your eyes, expecting to find your uncle, but instead finding Jack Kelly. You blinked a couple of times. Why was Jack in your room and why was your cot so firm? Then everything came crashing back to you. Of course, you were at the Newsboy’s lodging house, you must have fallen asleep while Jack was carrying you back here. He had woken you up, that’s why you had been shaking. 

        “You okay? You was makin’ noises in ya sleep, dey didn’t sound so good.” You blushed, realizing that you must have woken him up. 

        “It was nothin’, just a bad dream. Sorry to wake you.” He shook his head, sitting down next to you. 

        “I woke up a little early. Da rest of dem will start waken up in about 5 minutes or so. You wanna talk about your dream?” You shook your head no, you could barely even remember it. There was your uncle and he was mad and.. you shivered. You looked out the window not too far away. The sky was a light purple still, but the sun was beginning to peak out of the ground. Jack put his palm against your head, pulling your attention away from the scene outside. Even in the dim light, you could tell he was frowning. “Ya still burnin’ up. I don’ think it’s a good idea for youse ta go ta work taday.”

        “I’m freezing, what are you talking about?” You complain, not wanting to miss your selling hours. Why couldn’t Jack understand that you needed that money? It was easier for him, he only had to keep one head above the water, but you? You had to float two. You started to sit, only for a sudden dull pain to hit you, making your hand shoot for your head. Jack placed both hands on your shoulders and eased you back down, pulling the blanket over you. 

        “You need rest, ya stayin’ here today. I’ll have Dave stay with youse.” It didn’t really look like you had an option. He was probably right anyway, it would be best to stay here. 'Besides,’ you thought, 'when was the last time anyone actually took care of me?’ At least he wasn’t leaving you there alone to wallow in your own sickness and pity. You curled up, trying to draw the blanket closer to you. Jack smiled down at you and whispered, “I have to finish gettin’ ready. I’ll check on you again before I leave. Get you and Davey comfortable.”

        You nodded, closing your eyes and paying no mind as Jack slip out the window. Visions of Jack were beginning to fill your head. He was saying something, but you couldn’t quite make it out. Your dream was put to a halt by the ringing of bell and the grumbling of boys. Your eyelids slowly opened again and you realized you’d only been asleep for a few minutes. You could feel your face go rather red at the sight of half dressed boys all around you. If your uncle could see this scene, you’d be in so much trouble. 

        A boy with a crutch popped though the window, already dressed and ready to go. He looked around, a grin on his face. There was a friendly glint in his hazel eye when he noticed you. You gave him a weak smile in return. He hobbled over to you, awkward bending down. 

        “Jack asked me ta tell you dat he’ll be down a minute or two.” His voice was cheery and you decided that you liked this kid. He was very nice. You thanked him, sounding like a choked frog. His smile was dashed for a moment. “Youse sick?”
You nodded, the slight movement making your world spin. It didn’t take long for that friendly grin to come back, chuckling, "Of course, de only way Jackie can get a goil ta spend de night at de lodging house is by gettin’ her sick.“
You tried to laugh at his joke, but all you got was a couple of hard coughs. The dirty blond sighed, "I should probably let ya be. Da name is Crutchie by de way, don’t t'ink I mentioned det."  

        ”(y/n)“ You croaked, readjusting your position a tad. Crutchie gently patted you on the head, ignoring the fact that your skin was basically fire. 

        "Well, I hopes ya feel better, (y/n). Youse seems like a very nice young lady.” You smiled, cuddling more into the pillow as he left. Not four seconds later, Jack Kelly appeared by your bedside with another boy in tow. You reconogized him as Davey. Sometimes, Jack brought him and his little brother (Lin? Lee?) to your stand. You haven’t talked much to Davey as he always insisted that you and Jack wrap up your buiness so they could get back to work, but he had been very polite to you and his brother was awfully cute. You weren’t sure how you felt about spending the day with him though, he seemed like kind of a square if you were being honest. 

        “A'ight (y/n), dis is Davey, youse met before. He’s gonna stay with you, make sure you don’t die or sneak out or nuthin’. Maybe get ya somethin’ ta eat.” At that last part, he looked at his friend, making it clear that Davey would follow through with that. “An’ youse take good care of her, Dave. She’s a special little lady, ya got that? You keep her happy." 

        "Yeah, yeah, Jack. I get it, I won’t let anything happen to her.” Davey mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck and giving you an apologetic look. You were rather flatter that Jack was being so protective over you. After all, it wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. Just some girl he liked to talk to now and then. You were sure that he was this way with girl, with anyone, that he found in your condition. Still, it felt nice to feel protected. 

        “Good. If anything does, I’ll soak ya.” Jack growled, giving Davey a look. The poor guy threw his hands in the air. You couldn’t help but giggle a little bit, even though it felt like hell on your vocal chords. Now Jack turned his attention back to you, a lopsided smile plastered on. He brushed back some hair and placed a kiss on your forehead, making you blush. “You get better. I’ll check in on ya a little later.”

        “Bye Jack!” You whispered hoarsely. He gave you a little wave and strutted out. The rest of the boys followed him, saying goodbyes and get well soons to you as they did. Now it was just you and Davey. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two, neither knowing what to say to the other. 

        “I’ll, uh, get you some water.” He said, leaving almost no space between his words and the time he took to get to the small space the boys used as a makeshift kitchen. You sat up slowly, blinking through the pounding in your head. In no time, Davey was back with your water. Concern washed over his features when he saw you clutching your forehead. He placed the glass of water on the cluttered bedside table, going to rub your back. “You okay?”

        “Yeah, my head just hurts. I’ll feel better once I have that glass of water.” You say softly. Davey hands you the water, watching you carefully. You couldn’t be more grateful. The liquid helped clear your head a little bit. You took a deep breath after your final gulp. Davey took the cup, standing it back on the stand. “Thank you so much, Davey.”

        “It was just water!” The brunet laughed, running his hand through his hair. 

        “No, I mean, yes, thank you for the water, but I meant, just, thank you for staying with me. I’m glad I don’t have to be by myself.” You said, leaning back on your thin pillow. Davey seemed rather taken aback. 

        “It’s really no problem. We all want you to get better.” Now it was your turn to laugh. 'We all’. These boys were too kind. They probably didn’t even know you existed, yet they were willing to let you stay with them and one of them was missing out on his selling hours to take care of you.

        “You guys don’t even know who I am.” You chuckled. Davey laughed a little nervously, raising an eyebrow. 

        “Jack talks about you all the time.” You looked up at him in confusion. 

        “W-What does he say?” You asked quietly, both worried and excited for what you might hear. 

        “He talks about (y/n), the flower girl. He says that you’re beautiful and kind and the most amazing girl he’s ever met.” A a smile so huge that you thought you might break, crossed your face. You thought that Jack was pretty fantastic as well. “You should get some more sleep.”

        You couldn’t even think straight as you laid down. Your eyes fluttered shut as Davey threw another blanket on top of you. The dream you’d started came back, only this time you could hear what Jack was saying. He was telling you how beautiful you were. How wonderful you were. This was much better than images of your angry uncle. 

                                         ~ to be continued ~ 

How Long I've Waited?

You strolled through the park with your German Shepherd Milo over to where you could see your best friend Aaron Hotchner. He was laying out on side on top of a blanket with his phone out, a picnic basket at the top of the blanket. Nearing the blanket you could hear Milo begin to pant with excitement, looking down you knew he had spotted Hotch.

‘Who’s that boy?’ you said smiling at the way his tail wagged.

'Go get him’ you said to him laughing at the way your dog bounded over to him.

Hotch was taken completely by surprise when he was suddenly attacked by a wet tongue and cold nose. Laughing Hotch threw his phone down at the top of the blanket before pulling Milo to him ruffling his fur, and then rubbing his belly when he rolled onto his back.

'Hi boy, have you been good? Have you?’ said Hotch smiling as he fussed over the dog.

'You and Jack spoil my dog rotten’ You said sitting down on the blanket with Milo in between the two of you. Hotch smirked at you sitting up.

'If your not going to someone has to. Isn’t that right?’ said Hotch saying the last part to the dog, making you roll your eyes at your friend.

'How have you been I haven’t seen you all week’ said Hotch as he began to unpack the food from the picnic basket.

'Busy, naturally when the team gets put on standby I get called in everywhere else’ You said watching Hotch unpack your favourite meats, cheese and bread, and stroking Milos ear as he lead between you both. The both of you settled on your sides picking at the food now out of the basket.

'You know you can always ask me for help Y/N, all you need to do is say the word’ said Hotch as tore up a small bit of meat sliding it to Milo, who then proceeded to shuffle closer to him in the hopes of receiving more treats from the human.

You smiled saying 'I know Aaron, I wish there was some way I could tell you if it wasn’t so damn official. Anyway enough about the classified, how’s little Jack doing these days, it feels like forever since I last seen him’

'He’s not so little anymore, I know he would love a visit from Milo… Oh and you of course’ Hotch added cheekily feeding more meat to Milo. You rolled your eyes at your friends antics.

'What’s he been up to then?’ You asked smiling as Hotch launched into a enthusiastic discussion about his son.

Slowly conversation changed topics, throughout You watched how Hotch thinking he was being sly continued to feed your dog the odd bit of meat. Rolling your eyes as he then began to give Milo cheese, you soon bit the bullet.

'Aaron Hotchner will you stop fattening up my dog’ You exclaimed, Hotch rolled onto his back laughing while Milo sat between you his tongue hanging out and his tail wagging.

'Come on then lets go for a walk, help your dog lose weight’ teased Hotch when he had stopped laughing.

Rolling your eyes you got to your feet along with Hotch who packed the basket and then rolled up the blanket, you stood with Milo at your side panting, watching him. Hotch placed both the blanket and basket under some bushes near by before turning to face you.

'Lets go this way’ he said indicating to the path to his left hand side. Looking down at Milo you saw the excitement in his face.

'Come on boy, lets go, stay close though’ you said to your dog, watching as he sped up the path.

Both you and Hotch stood shoulder to shoulder and began to wonder up the path in comfortable silence, watching as Milo darted around the path up ahead. After some time of walking in silence together Hotch slowed down his walk until he stopped completely. You looked back a puzzled frown forming on your face as you looked back at your friend.

'Y/N, there’s something I need to tell you, it’s been on my mind for weeks and well… I’ve only just figured everything out and umm… well got the courage to speak to you about it’ said Hotch his hand scratching the back of his neck.

'Ok, you know you can always talk to me Aaron, what’s troubling you?’ you said slowly trying to ease you friend from his clear nervousness.

'You’ve always been there for me including helping with Jack, you’re such an amazing person and friend I am just worried that I’ll ruin the friendship with have. It’s just I’ve come to really care about you Y/N and I love you’ admitted Hotch looking into your eyes his face showing he was scared of being rejected.

You smiled at what he had admitted to you, it felt like a lifetime between the time you realised you loved him and now.

'Aaron, you have no idea how long I have been wanting to hear those words’ You breathed.

Hotch stepped towards you, entwining his fingers with yours looking into your eyes.

'How long have you been waiting?’ Hotch asked you hesitantly.

'I’ve always cared deeply about you, but I realised I loved you when you collapsed from internal bleeding. Dave he helped me realise how much I cared for you' You admitted suddenly feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

'Why didn’t you say anything?’ asked Hotch a hurt look swimming in his eyes.

'You were with Beth, and you seemed happy that was all I want, you to be happy’ You said biting your lip slightly.

'Y/N I’m so sorry for making you wait, but can I… can I kiss you?’ whispered Hotch still scared of rejection.

'Please’ You breathed.

Hotch bent his head pressing his lips to yours, slowly you opened your mouth allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth to tangle with your own. As your lips moved together, Hotch’s arms slide around your waist as your hands moved up to rest on his chest. The kiss was slow but filled with the love you both held for each other, slowly you both broke apart relinking your fingers together between you and resting your foreheads together looking into each others eyes.

Before anything was said the both of you found yourselves being jumped on and licked by an attention seeking Milo, making you both laugh as you were pulled from each other.

'Oh sorry boy, were we ignoring you’ said Hotch breaking away to give Milo his full attention, ruffling his fur.

'You really do spoil him’ You snorted your smile lighting up your face. Hotch returned to you grabbing hold of your hand giving it a light squeeze before lacing his fingers with yours, and walking back to where the blanket and basket were hidden.

'Not as much as I plan on spoiling you’ said Hotch as you walked hand in hand.

'I’ll hold you to that Hotchner’ You said releasing his hand to wrap you arm around his waist, encouraging him to wrap his arm around your shoulders drawing you into his side.

'Of that I have no doubt’ Hotch chuckled pressing a kiss to your head.

Fat fingers part 2: Coffee date, or?

Note: Sorry that this took so long. I will start working on the TJeff request that I promised to work on earlier this week tonight and hopefully finish it tomorrow. For now, I hope you enjoy part 2 of Fat Fingers though. c:

Word count: 3168

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x reader

Warnings: Mentions of racism, homophobia and neo nazis. Do not read if Trump supporter, I guess??? Also a bit of swearing.

Originally posted by diggstrash

You had been unable to go to sleep that night, even if you tried really hard to do so. It had been a horrible day and you wanted nothing but to tell your family how much you hated their influence on your life. But, if you did it would mean that you would never see them again and they were definitely someone you did not want to make your enemy, as they could make your life a living hell. You had no choice but to try and live at least a little bit by their rules.

At some point, you found yourself deciding to message Daveed on Facebook. At first, you had no idea what to write, but you just really felt like you owed him an apology and if he did not accept it, you sure would be embarrassed. But, you would have tried. At least the likelihood of you two ever meeting again was pretty much to zero.

“Hey, I don’t know if you remember me, but I was the girl who ran into you this morning. I just really wanted to apologize for the way my ‘friend’ acted. Anyway, that’s probably all. Bye” You typed awkwardly and send it to him. You were not sure whether he would reply or not, but just as you had put your phone down on your bedside table again, your phone buzzed. When you checked, you had not expected to see Daveed’s name on the display, but were unable to help the grin that spread across your lips. He really did respond.

“Hey Y/N, I remember you. No need to apologize though, it’s not your fault. I hope that you still want to take me up on that coffee soon. I’m heading to bed now, but feel free to call me at some point. Number is 510-555-0150. Hope to see you soon”

Had Daveed Diggs just given you his number? You blinked a couple of times and checked the display another time just to make sure that he had indeed given you his number. He definitely had. You could not help but wonder why, but it made you smile like an idiot. And blush a tiny bit too.

You saved his number in your phone and contemplated on whether you should text him or not. You decided on the later, as he had told you that he was going to bed. So, yet again you placed your phone on the nightstand and as you were about to fall asleep, finally being able to after you had gotten the apology off your chest, you received another message. Surprisingly enough, it was from Daveed as well.

“If it’s not too much to ask, could you send me a text?” He asked and you chuckled softly.

“Sure” You replied, before finding his name in your contacts. You were unsure about what to write. You could just send him a hi with your name, but that seemed sort of boring. “I think I am the one who owes you coffee. Goodnight, Diggs” You texted and finally went to sleep after sending it.

You woke up to a text from Daveed next morning. You had not expected it, but it honestly made you happy. Getting a response from him last night had saved your night and getting a text from him now definitely was a great start on an otherwise probably stressful day.

“Mornin. I don’t think so, Y/LN. I’ll buy coffee tonight, if you’re up for it? Have a great day.” The text said. You giggled softly and shook your head. You honestly still found yourself doubting that this was indeed real.

“Good morning Diggs. Only if I get to pay? You too” You replied as you got out of bed. You knew that you would be off late, it would probably be around 6 before you finally finished work, so you had to bring spare clothes because there was no way in hell you were going back to your apartment before going for coffee with Daveed. First, you changed into a pair of jeans, a white chiffon dress shirt and a blue blazer. It was nothing special, but it was suited for work. For the coffee trip you settled on a cute, wine red dress that reached to just above your knee, a lemon curry knitted cardigan and a pair of black heels. It was nothing special, but you wanted to at least do a little bit to look presentable.

When you were heading out the door, you received another text from Daveed. “Guess we’ll see about that. How does 7 sound? It’s a date” You read with a smile.

“7 sounds good. Noted. Where are we going?” You asked. So, it was actually a date. You were going on a date with Daveed freaking Diggs. You hoped that you could make it there in time. Otherwise, you could probably just tell him whatever time you needed.

“I don’t know yet. I can pick you up at work at 6:45, if that’s cool?” You didn’t get to reply for a while, since you were in a bit of a rush to get to the subway, so it wasn’t until you stepped out of the subway again, that you got to actually text him back.

“Sure. I’ll see you at 6:45 then” You texted and added your work address as you made your way to your office. It luckily was not a long walk and you made it there in about 5 minutes. You were later than usual, but still made it on time.

The day went by way too slowly. You wanted nothing else but to get out of there and go on that coffee date with Daveed. You were really looking forward to it, but had to push it to the back of your mind to get some work done. It worked for the most part, but you were not surprised when some of your co-workers noticed how happy you seemed, which had become pretty rare those days.

“Why are you so happy Y/N?” Your friend Emma had asked while you were sat at a table with her, along with two other friends from work at lunch.

You froze, not really knowing what to say. You looked up at her with a nervous chuckle and looked at the two others as well. They had definitely noticed your significantly happier mood too, so there was no way you were getting around this one. “I… Uhm. I’m going on a date.” You murmured and stared into your food. You filled your mouth with food so you were unable to answer any other questions for now.

“What? Seriously? Are you really going on a date? That’s so exciting. Who’s the lucky one?” She asked, a bit too loud. A few of your other co-workers turned to your table to look at you. You felt your mouth go dry as you felt very exposed under everyone’s gaze.

“It’s no big deal…” You trailed off. You bit your lower lip as you wondered whether or not you should tell them. You had bonded over your mutual fondness for clipping. after all. “Daveed Diggs.” You finally blurted under your breath. They were going to figure it out anyway when he picked you up later.

“What?!” She almost shouted and you felt yourself slide further into the comfort of your chair. You sensed that she was about to scold you. She was head over heels for the guy after all. “Fuck you, Y/N. You knew that I had a crush on him.” She added.

You snorted lightly at her. “Please, Emma. I will set you two up if it’s that big of a deal.” You answered ironically as you rolled your eyes.

Her expression softened at that and she shook her head softly. “No. God no. You two suit each other much better. Besides, I’m an even crazier fan than you. How did you two even meet?” She rambled. The rest of your friends sat staring at you in silence and you began to grow uncomfortable.

“It’s no big deal… I just spilled my coffee on him.” You replied as you quickly filled your mouth with more food to stop the endless row of questions. Luckily, Emma seemed to get the hint and the 4 of you fell into your usual, cosy conversations while you finished lunch.

The last hours felt more like years. You kept looking at the clock every 5 minutes or so and you were always disappointed. You worked hard to finish what you needed before 6 pm. You knew that there was no way in hell you were finishing up until at least 30 minutes later, but you hoped that you would at least be ready then. Luckily, you managed to finish what you were working on in the half an hour you had left and once the time showed 6:30pm, you finally closed your computer.

You left your station, bringing your bag with you to the ladies’ room. Once inside one of the booths, you quickly changed into the clothes you had prepared from home and fixed your make up in front of the mirror. You did not feel as confident as you had hoped, but you knew that you just had to roll with it. You were not going to wear your work clothes out for a date, so this had to do.

With a soft sigh you left the bathroom. It would only be a couple of minutes until Daveed was picking you up outside. So, you bid Emma goodnight and headed down the stairs. Once outside, people started to spill out of the building as they had just finished as well. You texted him, just to make sure that he knew that you were ready. “I’m outside now” you wrote.

You did not receive a text from him, which was probably due to the fact that he was just around the corner. You were pretty happy when you saw him walking once he turned the corner of the street, as driving around LA at this time of the day was really hard.

Once he spotted you in the crowd of people leaving your office, his face lit up in a smile. “Y/N. Hey.” He smiled as he made his way to you and once in front of you, he gently took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it, his beard tickling your skin lightly. A pinkish blush spread across your cheeks.

“Wow. Such a gentleman.” You teased with a soft smile. There was no real fire behind it though. You were just really relieved that he actually wanted to drink coffee with you.

“Well, you do learn something from playing a Frenchman in a Broadway musical, I guess.” He joked, which made you chuckle softly.

“Guess so.” You smiled. You felt very comfortable in his presence. He was nice, sweet. You really hoped that this would not be the last time the two of you went out for coffee, even if it would just be as friends in the future. He had this personality that you just could not help but love.

“So… I was thinking. Can I ask you out for dinner instead? Nothing fancy, but I never got around to eat anything and since you just finished work, I figured you didn’t either.” He asked.

You nodded softly. “Yeah. That would be great, honestly. I’m starving.” You admitted, which made him chuckle softly. “So, where do you want to go?” You asked.

“There’s this great café not too far from here where they sell food too. How does that sound?” He suggested.

“Coffee and food. Classy.” You joked, before you nodded. “Sounds great. Lead the way?” You questioned. You probably did not know the place he was talking about anyway.

Daveed gently took your hand, holding onto it loosely as he led the way down the street. You thought that perhaps this would be a great night out with him without your family or any of their friends figuring out what you were doing.

You still feared that they would figure out what was going on, so you were pretty grateful once you got to the café and headed inside. Luckily, no one seemed to have noticed you and if they did, you were done defending your choices in men to them. If you wanted to date someone who they did not like, they would just have to deal with that.

Daveed lead you to a small table in the back of the café, pulling a chair out for you to sit in. You giggled softly at the gesture and said down. “Thank you, Monsieur.” You joked., which made him snort, even if he was unable to hide the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“So, Y/N. You already know what I do. So, what do you do?” He asked. You bit your bottom lip lightly at his question. You really did not think your life was that interesting, but you knew that telling him about yourself was inevitable.

“I just do office work. Nothing interesting.” You said, as you lowered your gaze with a slight shrug. You could definitely find better things to do, but your mum had gotten you this job a while ago, so you felt like you were unable to just quit.  

“Oh, well. What if I think it’s interesting?” He challenged with an arched eyebrow. He obviously was not going to let you off that easily.

You shrugged. “I honestly don’t think you do.” You answered with a shy smile. Your work was nothing interesting. It barely even payed your bills, but it was better than letting your parents pay for some expensive life style that you did not want.

Most of your evening was spent like that, asking each other questions about your lives. You found his to be much more interesting than yours, even though Daveed kept telling you that he thought your life was pretty interesting. However, at the subject of family your mood seemed to do a complete 1-80. You truly wanted nothing to do with them. If anything, you wanted them out of your life, but it was an impossible task.

“I… Like I said, my family is very… Republican. Racists, homophobes, neo Nazis. Stuff like that.” You explained as you lowered your gaze. People often thought that you were the same. But, you had very different believes compared to the rest of your family.

Daveed could obviously see that the topic of family bothered you a lot and you were quite surprised when you felt a pair of soft, warm hands wrap around yours. “Well, at least you aren’t like them, Y/N.” He smiled softly, trying to cheer you up. It did not work however, and actually made things a bit worse. You did not dare to tell him, though.

“No, I know. They let me know every day…. Things would be so much easier if I could just live by their rules.” Your murmured, looking down at your hands. You hated that you had to at least try and live the way they wanted you to, but you had no other options.

“I know, but I am glad that you are different. You deserve better than a family who is against all your believes.” He sighed.

You simply nodded, as you had no idea what to say. “I just really want to not have to be viewed as one of them.” You blurted, biting your lower lip slightly.

“Who do you think views you as the same as them? You seemed to make your opinion on the election very clear, at least from what I could tell.” He seemed really surprised at what you had said. He definitely did not think that you were like them in anyway.

“I don’t know… Just. People. Everyone I meet seem to know my parents.” You shrugged, before shaking your head. “Anyway. Let’s talk about something else.” You added. You just did not know what. You wanted to change the subject though, as you felt tears starting to sting your eyes as the topic of conversation fell on your family.

Daveed luckily seemed to pick up on it and quickly changed the subject. “So, was spilling your coffee on me really an accident or did you do it intentionally to get to talk to me?” He teased, instantly lifting your mood.

“I wish it was on purpose, but it honestly wasn’t.” You giggled softly. It would have been a smart move, but it was honestly an accident.

As Daveed waved at a waiter to pay for the food and coffee the two of you had finished a while ago, he chuckled lightly at your response. “You could have fooled me.” He winked. You immediately felt a blush creep up your neck and heat up your cheeks.

“Maybe next time it won’t be an accident, D. It did gain your attention after all. Or was it my dashing looks?” You sassed him. You too could play that game.

You were about to protest when Daveed handed the waiter his credit card and he held his hand up to cut you off. “I’m buying, my treat. You can pay next time.” He said.

You knew you were not going to win this one, so you simply nodded with a soft sigh. “If there’s going to be a next time.” You teased.

“Oh, there definitely is.” He said. The two of you got up once the waiter had returned to your table with Daveed’s credit card.

The two of you left the restaurant together and once outside, you finally turned to him to answer. “What makes you so sure that I want to see you again, Diggs?” You challenged with an arched eyebrow. You definitely did, though. And as soon as possible.

“Because you think I’m hot.” He winked at you, which made your mouth fall open slightly.

“Fuck you, Daveed.” Your blurted as a blush spread across your cheeks. He was not wrong, though. You definitely thought he was hot and he had a great personality too, which made it even worse. You knew that your family would in no way approve of any form of relationship with a person of colour, let alone a rapper who wrote a song about how much he hates Donald Trump. Also, you thought that Daveed could do a lot better than someone like you and it honestly scared and confused you a bit, that he wanted to see you again.

“Gladly. Though, for tonight I just want to say thank you.” He grinned, which made you laugh.

“Goodnight, D. Tonight was great.” You smiled, as you tiptoed to place a light kiss against his cheek, his stubble tickling your chin lightly. You then flagged down a cab and waved goodbye. It had been an absolutely amazing evening and you were honestly really looking forward to seeing him again.

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“Can I request a Lin x reader where the reader is going around giving coffee to everyone and then she comes to Lin who is shirtless and then she’s red and stuff? ALSO I SUPPORT ILL BE OK PART THREE”

First off THANKS YA ANON IM GONNA NEED SOME TIME BUT THERE WILL BE AN ILL BE OKAY PART THREE!! Also I’ve been getting a lot of Lin requests lately (not that I’m complaining bc ya girl loves herself some Lin fic ayy *insert tongue emojis*) and I just wanted to say that you can request other guys (and girls!!!!!!) too! I do all of the hamilsquad (+ the others but “all Hamilton characters” doesn’t have the same ring as “hamilsquad” does) and hamilcast so don’t be afraid to send in other people! K thanks bye :) (also random fact but I’m in class right now haha)

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(A Better Place Part Two)

Daveed Diggs x Reader
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Anon: omg will there be a part two to “A Better Place” becauSE MAN THAT IS AMAZING DONT LEAVE US HANGING
Anon:  Ooooooo! A better place was really good! Could you make a part two of it please?

Hi everyone! I felt like you all needed a daily dose of Diggs… so here it is! Enjoy, my friends!

also, if anyone is in need of anyone to talk to, i’m here. I’m less mad and sad, so i’m actually approachable!

have a good day everyone!


Originally posted by jayvoom


You threw the Starbucks rubbish in the bin, adjusting your coat as you walked down the street after leaving your apartment. You had made other plans for your night, but they were going to have to wait. You may have just lost your best friend.

One part of you felt mad at Daveed. He had left without speaking a word, you were hurt. But another part of you knew that you were the one who was wrong. Your bubble had finally burst, releasing all the secrets you had been holding for the past couple of months. If it wasn’t for Jalene, you probably could’ve kept your mouth shut.

You entered the venue of the launch party, frowning when seeing Daveed hadn’t graced the crowd with his presence yet. You paid at the door, looking around the crowded room. You had your reasons for avoiding Daveed’s gigs. Your main one was your hatred for small spaces and loud noises.

You pulled out your phone, quickly sending a message to him. Hopefully, there would be enough time to talk to him before the gig started. Unfortunately, you never felt the buzz of a reply. You took a seat at the bar, sighing quietly.

“Long day?” The bartender asked, picking up a bottle of Vodka and pouring you a shot.

“Oh, um, I don’t drink,” You said quietly, glancing at the stage.

“I’ve been in this business a long time; I can tell when people are doing it rough. I’d suggest you take it… it’s on the house,” The bartender replied, moving away from you.

You let out a quiet sigh, taking the shot quickly and screwing up your face as a burning sensation hit the back of your throat. “God help me,” You mumbled, watching as Daveed, William and Johnathan walked onstage.

You noticed that Daveed was slightly more slouched than usual, but you didn’t take anything from it. You sighed, staring at the ground. You ignored the happy crowd around you, letting your thoughts consume you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! I didn’t think you’d be here.”

You looked up to see Daveed’s other best friend, Rafael Casal walking towards you. You stood up, hugging him gently. “Neither did I, honestly.”

“You seem a little less excited than usual. How great is this album so far?” Rafael said, sitting at the bar. You sat next to him.

“Daveed played it for me a while ago. It’s just as good live,” You replied, shrugging. “How long have you been here?”

“I helped set up. Diggs seemed a bit down too. Did something happen that I didn’t hear about?” Rafael asked, leaning against the bar with hand and putting the other one on your shoulder.

“I don’t know. I mean, something definitely happened. I just don’t know what,” You replied, letting out a quiet sigh.

“Are you coming to talk to Diggs after the show? I’m sure he’d be excited that you’re here.” Rafael moved his hand away from you, starting to focus more on the show.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling like I might head home honestly,” You muttered, checking the time on your phone.

“Really? But they only just got started…”

You let out another sigh, shaking your head. “You know I hate these gigs. I came to talk to Di… I came to talk to Daveed and he’s busy. I’ll deal with it another time,” You said, turning to the bartender and ordering another shot.

“What’s gotten into you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so mad at Diggs,” Rafael stated, raising his eyebrow as you took your second shot of the night.

“Well, maybe if he wasn’t such a self-obsessed asshole, I wouldn’t be so mad,” You muttered.


“I bet that Jalene chick didn’t even show. I bet she told him to go jump off a cliff or something.”

“Wait, is that what this is about? (Y/N), Diggs called Jalene and asked her not to come. Something about clearing his head.” Rafael stated, “She’s super mad at him.”

“Wait, what?” You asked, “It was only a few hours ago that he said today was the day. He was gonna ask her out.”

“Well, something must have changed his mind,” Rafael replied, shrugging and standing. “I’m gonna go have a bit of fun in the crowd. I’ll see you after?” You nodded slowly, taking your glance away from the floor from the first time that night.

It was then that you again noticed the slouchiness of your best friend’s posture, and this time you took notice.


OKAY SO I discolored my hair, but the dye was way too much and too dark (y'all fellas who dye hair might know red is very hard to “cancel”) so!!! Since I didnt want to remain blonde for long and dye my hair again with *this* color anyway I decided to keep it and now you can call me Axl’s long lost daughter 😂😂😂

Changes - Michael (Requested)

We got a request from the lovely masht0ncak3: Helloo, its me, again :) I hope you don’t mind me asking for another imagine (I’ve asked for 2 before and they were amazing) I was wondering if you could do a Mikey imagine where you get a tattoo& you get your tongue pierced? Thank you x

“Ready?” you plop down next to Michael.

“Ready”, he jumps up and pulls you up.

“Were are you two going to?” Luke looks at you.

“Tattoo shop, wanna come?” you look hem.

“Don’t think so”

“Thought so. You need to ask your mommy first don’t you?” you smirk.

Luke squeezes his eyes and growls: “Not”

“If you say so”, you laugh.

“Enough with the chitchat we have an appointment”, Michael takes your hand and pulls you with him.

“Bye Luke, love you”

“Fuck off”, he says, making you laugh.


“Baby are you sure?”

You are lying in the chair. “Really sure Mickey. I’ve thought about this a lot and a long time”

“Let’s do it than”, he smile at you.

“Can you do me a favor?”

“What’s that?”

“Hold my hand”, he immediately takes you hand in his and gives it a little pinch.


You walk back into your joint hotelsuite. Luke is still sitting in the exact same place, he hasn’t moved an inch. “How was it?” he looks up as soon as you walk through the door.

“It hurt, I’m not going to lie”, you pull a sore face.

“Yeah I noticed”, Michael walks past you, giving you a little tap on your bum.

“Don’t be a baby. I didn’t pinch that hard in your hand”, you fake glare at him.

“Let me see”, Calum jumps off the couch.

“You can’t see it good, it’s all covert with a bandage”, you pull your top up and let him see.


“You got the tat?!” Ashton walks out of his room into the livingroom area.

“Uhu”, you smile big and you let go of your top.

“When do we get to see it?”

“He said to leave the bandage on for at least four hours but maximum for twenty-four hours. So I guess tomorrow evening”, you look at Michael who nods, “It’s a breathing bandage, so he rather had me leaving it on for a long time”

“So you’ll show it tomorrow?”

“Yes Cal”, you laugh giving him a little pinch in his cheek.

“Guys, before we leave to San Francisco tomorrow morning we have an interview. Don’t forget”, Ashton says.

“Yes dad”, Ashton glares at Michael.

“I’m off to bed”, you give Ashton a kiss, then Calum and Luke, “night boys.”

“Wait for me”, Michael follows you into your room.

You get yourself ready for bed. You take of your clothes, put on some pajama’s and walk to the bathroom. “Babe?”

You poke your head out of the bathroom door: “Yeah”

“Are you happy with your tattoo?”

You walk over to him. “Very”, you peck his lips and climb into bed next to him. “Thanks for going with me”

“With pleasure”, he puts his arms around waist, pulls you closer to him and you snuggle up in his arms ready to fall asleep.


You are sitting behind the glass of the radio studio, watching the boys do their interview.

“So Michael, you were seen at a tattoo place last night”, Matt the interviewer says.

“Yeah, that’s possible Matt”

“Got a new tattoo?”

“No, got tempted but it was for my girlfriend. She got her first tat”, you feel your jaw drop.

“I think you are in trouble”, Luke points at you, making Michael look at you.

“By the look on her face, I think I am”, he looks with question in his eyes at you, but you continue looking mad at him.

“You are going to have some making-up to do, by the look of it”, Matt jokes, making the other guys laugh. “We are going to listen to a song right now so the guys can set up and then you guys are playing your new single for us right?”

“Yes we are”, Ashton says.

The song starts and Michael rushes over to you.  “Babe, what’s wrong? Why are you mad?”

“You seriously not know?” you hiss at him.

“No”, he shrugs his shoulders.

“You know my mom hates tattoos”


“Are you really that stupid Michael. I know you didn’t finish school, but still”, you can tell by his look that he has no idea. “I wasn’t planning on telling my mom that I got a tattoo and now you are here telling everybody that I got one dumbass. I hope for you that she never hears this interview”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think”


“Babe”, Michael pouts at you.

“It’s fine, go and play”, he quickly kisses your cheek and goes back into the studio.


“I am so damn tired”, you walk into your new hotel room. “Wow this is nice”, you plop down on the bed.

“Are you still mad?” Michael places down the suitcases and sits down next to you.

“So mad”, you look at him with a straight face.

“I knew it, you haven’t said a word to me the entire trip. Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m just fucking stupid”

“Yeah you are”, you smile at him, you see the confusion grow in his eyes. “I already forgave you when you walked back in idiot. And my mom didn’t call so I guess she hasn’t heard of it, which is good for you cause else I had to kill you”

“You are unbelievable”

“I could be an actress right”, you smirk at him.

“You’re fucking annoying”, he starts tickling you.

“No Mickey! No stop!”

“Oh now you are begging”

You lay down on the bed and Michael climbs on top of you. “Mickey! Please Mike”, but your begging doesn’t help. “What about the tattoo?”, you breath out.

He immediately stops. “Can we take the bandage off?” you can hear the excitement in his voice.

“Yeah it’s time”, he jumps of the bed and pulls you up.

“Let’s do it”, you both walk to the bathroom. You take your top off and Michael helps you with bandage. He gently strokes over your tattoo. “It’s so beautiful”, he whispers in your ear. Making you gasp from his hot breathe touching your skin.

“Thank you”, you let yourself fall in his arms. He wraps his arms around your naked waist, fondling your skin with his thumbs. 

You stand there, silent for a couple of minutes in each other’s arms. “Michael?”


“I want to get a piercing”

He lets go of you and holds you on arm’s length. “You want what?”

“A piercing”


“Seriously you are going to ask me that. You’ve got your brows pierced. I want a piercing, just because I want one, think it would be cool”

“Okay. It’s pretty late. So just sleep on it and if you still want it, we’ll go tomorrow”

“Okay fine”


“Mickey,” you whisper, rolling against him, “are you awake?” But he doesn’t respond. “Michael?” you stroke his arm.

“Yeah?”, his voice sounds all groggy.

“I can’t sleep”, moves his body and wraps his arm around you. You can feel his breathing becoming more deep again. “I want the piercing”

“Tomorrow babe”

“I want it now”, you say soft.

“You want it now?” Michael is awake in an instant. “It’s three in the morning”


“So? Nothing is open”

“I’m sure somebody will open up for you”, you say in a complimentary tone.

“Why now?”

“I have these ideas for so long. And I’ve got the tattoo, now I want the piercing too. I want to make the change right now. I’m done with waiting and thinking”

Michael lets go of you and gets out of bed. He puts on his pants and t-shirt and looks back at you: “What are you waiting for?”

You feel your smile grow, you jump out of bed and get dressed.

“So I made some calls and I found a place”, Michael says as you leave your hotel.

“Is it far?”

“No just a ten minute walk”

“You’re the best Michael”, you take his hand and you start walking through the streets of San Francisco.

“I just want my girl to be happy”

“You have no idea how happy you make me”, you lay your head against his shoulder.

“I love you”

“Love you too”, you feel his lips on the top of your head.

You look at the sky as you are walking. The moon is lighting up the sky and the stars are sparkling, making it look magical.

“It’s here”, Michael opens the door to the little shop.

“Hey! You guys must be Michael and (Y/N), nice to meet you I’m Dave”, he shakes your hands. “So we’re piercing tonight”

“Yes”, you say excited”

“And what were you thinking about?”

“Tongue piercing”, you see Michael’s eyes delate. “I didn’t tell you yet didn’t I?” you say innocently to Michael.

“No, think you forgot”

“I’m gonna set up. You know everything?”, Dave looks at you.

“Yeah, think so. But what’s the healing time?”

“Depends, but at least no kissing for two weeks”, he point between you and Michael, before leaving the room.

“You okay with this?” you turn to Michael.

“Yeah, quite a lot of changes in what two days”, he laughs.

“I know, but it will be cool. I thought it throw Mike”

“Yeah you are going to rock it”, he takes both your hands in his.

“You heard him right, two weeks no kissing”

“I’ve heard, this going to be hard”, he pecks your lips. “But I know other things we can do”, he smirks at your.

“Michael”, you roll your eyes at him.

“Can I get one last snog?” you nod yes and without any wait he crashes his lips on yours.