#daveedxreader

[tacticalbrilliance]

Flu is in the Air

Pair: LafayettexReader Prompt: I just wanted to write, okay? Words: 680 A/N: This is my first time writing, so I apologize if this is horrid. I'm also on mobile, so don't get me started on how difficultly annoying this app is. Lafayette was always mostly independent, and that was something that I had always admired about him. He didn't need me to do everything for him. At least, that's what I thought before he got sick. It started with a cough. It slowly became a cold. Then, it decided to turn into the flu. The cough worried me, but he'd consistently assure me that he was okay. It didn't prevent me from forcing a spoonful of cough syrup down his throat. "I am feeling well, mon amour. You do not need to worry," he tries, smiling at me. "You just don't want to drink it," I accuse, and he gasps. "Moi? I would not dare!" he defends. He places a hand on his chest and stands up straight. "I am not a liar." "That was a lie," I retort, and he opens his mouth to speak. I quickly shove in the spoon and tilt it forwards. He swallows the thick liquid and makes a bitter face. Over the course of the next few days, his coughing had become progressively worse and his sinuses a bother. This only prompted me to become more careful. "I am feeling much better. Je vous promets," he insists as I place my hand on his forehead. His skin is feverish. "You are sick," I inform for what feels like the millionth time. Then everything sets into place, and his immune system crashes. I wake up to the sound of him coughing. I sit up and turn the lamp on. The clock reads 3:19 A.M. "Are you alright?" I ask. He coughs again, this time much worse. I could almost hear it shake his entire body, but I definitely feel it. "I am okay, chérie," he attempts, but I don't buy it for a second. "You are sick. You aren't saving me any trouble by telling me otherwise. Stop lying," I demand, and his head falls. He sheepishly looks up at me as I ask a question. "Now, how are you feeling?" "I... My throat hurts like enfer. I have a headache most of the time. I, ah... I feel as if I will... vomir," he explains, and I slump my shoulders. "Vomit?" I query, and he nods. "That is what I said," he replies. So, he no longer fights me. He allows me to care for him. I love to do so. He's my boyfriend, and I want to make sure he is feeling well. It's only slightly annoying due to him becoming excessively clingy. "Chéri!" he calls from the bedroom. He hadn't left in quite some time. I sit down the bowl I'm carrying to make my way towards him. "Yes?" I ask, standing next to him. He reaches out and holds my hand. "I want to tenir you," he whines. He pouts as I let out a heavy sigh. "I'm busy right now, babe. I'm trying to make soup," I say, and he tries to use his puppy dog face on me. "You asked me to." "Oui, but now I am asking you to rest with me," he cheekily quips, and I squint my eyes. "If you get me sick," I say lowly, lying down next to him. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against him. After a few minutes he quickly turns and leans over the side of the bed. I try not to listen as he heaves, or I will as well. I sit up and rub his back. He slowly sits up, eyes dazed and dizzy. I reach over to grab one of the several rags and wipe his mouth off for him. "Merci," he mumbles, eyes dropping to his lap. "You're welcome," I respond, and lean over to kiss his cheek. He begins to slowly get better after a hard week for the both of us. He had pain in several ways, and I just had a pain in my ass. His nose is clear and he no longer feels nauseous. He actually goes outside instead of staying in the bedroom. Everything goes fine, until I cough.

[kipsbay]

Remote

Words: 326

DaveedxReader

Note: Literally nothing happens, this sucks. 

From the prompt: Something gets lost.

 “Can you change the channel?” you asked, looking up at Daveed.

Lazy Sundays were your favourite, hanging out around the apartment, not having to do anything or go anywhere. Right now you were lying on the couch with your head in Daveed’s lap, his hand stroking your hair.

“Hand me the remote,” Daveed said, holding out his hand.

You glanced around and, not seeing the remote, said “You have it.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Well, I don’t have it either.”

“You’re probably lying on it, get up,” Daveed said.

“I’m not lying on it, I would’ve felt it.”

“Just stand up, we’ll look for it.”

You reluctantly sat up and Daveed looked at the place where you were lying. He stood up, glancing at where he was sitting. “Get up, you’re sitting on it.”

You got up off the couch and picked up one of the cushions.

“I told you I wasn’t lying on it,” you said.

Daveed picked up the other cushions, but still no remote. He got on his knees, looking underneath the couch.

“Did you find it?” you asked.

“It’s not here… Where’s the damn remote?” he responded, looking confused.

You walked over to the tv and changed the channel using the buttons on the side.

“We’ll just do this until we find it,” you said.

“You do that. It’s not like we have 500 channels or something,” Daveed answered, the sarcasm clear in his voice.

You huffed, but kept changing the channel. As Daveed walked into the kitchen, he called over his shoulder. “You want a drink?”

“Water’s fine, babe!”

For about ten seconds, all that was heard were the different channels, not getting an entire word out before you changed it again. All of a sudden, you heard Daveed’s loud laugh.

“Y/N! Get in here!”

As you walked into the kitchen, Daveed pointed into the fridge. “Found it!”

There, resting between a carton of milk and some cheese, was the remote.

[c-jacksonn]

Recklessly

request |  Do you think you could do a fic with OakXReader or DaveedXReader based of the song All I Want by Kodaline? I adore your writing by the way!! You're very talented.

requested by anonymous

pairing | oak x reader

words | 1480

warnings | ANGST. 

The ceiling fan whirled, and the a/c vent whirred softly, yet Oak was still too hot. His blankets were strewn about his bed, wrapping just over his pelvis and right leg, and leaving his whole torso and other leg bare. It didn’t feel right, here in this bed. Not without his other half, not without you.

The bed was nearly too comfortable to get out of, too inviting with the other person. He could feel you breathing, hear the air leave your nose when you sighed in your sleep. Although he couldn’t seem to drift off once more, he still kept his eyes closed, just so he could feel the heightened sense of your hand on his chest, and your head nuzzling against his shoulder.

Your legs were tangled with his, and he knew that you hadn’t gone to bed with pants the night prior, complaining about how it was too damn hot in the apartment. A smile drew itself onto his lips, soft and subtle, as he thought about everything that made you unique, right in that bed, right in that moment.

It was empty, the apartment; there was no dancing girl, no giggling coming from the kitchen as you laughed at something one of the coffee boxes said. There were no throw pillows on the couch, decorated with abstract designs you found to be pretty and unique. It felt too cold now that Oak had woken up and stepped into the kitchen, and he just wanted to go back to bed, to go back to you.

The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the bedroom as Oak slowly awoke, entranced by the delightful scents coming from his kitchen. He sighed out happily, opening his eyes and pulling his covers back. He didn’t bother checking the time on his alarm clock, or turning on his phone. He just got up, made sure he had on his shorts – not that it mattered, you didn’t care either way – and walked out of the bedroom.

There you were, in all your pantless glory, donning one of Oak’s old shirts, shimmying to a song echoing softly from your phone. Oak smiled adoringly, walking up behind you and wrapping his muscular arms around your waist. Instinctively, you leaned back into his chest, sighing and smiling. “Good morning, Oak.”

“Good morning, my love,” he whispered, softly kissing your lips when you turned your head.

He couldn’t smile anymore, it felt like. Even when he was looking out the window and sipping on coffee – which didn’t taste the same as when you made it, even if you did it the same way Oak did because Oak taught you how to do so. The morning sunrise didn’t feel his heart with warmth, the coffee didn’t make whole body tingle with happiness.

He just felt cold. Cold and empty. And he definitely didn’t linger in his apartment while getting on some clothes to go to the theater. Even the walks were too quiet; ironic considering the fact that New York is the state that never sleeps, and never quiets down, and never cares about your day.

Your hand was encased in Oak’s much bigger hand as you walked down the rather empty sidewalk. There wasn’t much happening that day, especially considering most were at work and both of you were able to take an off day to just relax for a bit. The two of you were currently making idle conversation about random things you’d experienced that week, including the random old man that always sat at the corner of Brooklyn Avenue and Greenridge Boulevard.

“I don’t know where he went,” you said, “I miss him, though. He always had something nice to say.”

Oak nodded, his lips dragging to the right side of his mouth, “Maybe he got some help? Or he got enough money to buy himself a nicer cardboard box.”

You laughed, shaking your head and suggesting, “Maybe he was just tired of New York’s shit and packed up to move away.”

Oak laughed boisterously, looking down at you with a twinkle in his eye and not being able to help thinking about how in love he was with you. Everything you did – from the way your hand covered your mouth when you tried to conceal your laugh, to the way that you ran your finger underneath your jaw when you were thinking about something and just trying to calm yourself down.

“Oh, hey, Oak, look! It’s Old Man McGuire!” And suddenly, Oak was being pulled by the love of his life as they traveled down the sidewalk to go say hi to the old man on the corner of Brooklyn Avenue and Greenridge Boulevard.

Old Man McGuire had since passed since that day. Got too old, got too tired of everyone’s shit, who knows. The street didn’t feel the same. Oak felt his heart break at the sight of the empty cardboard box with just a couple little things around it – things people left behind who actually gave a damn about him, just didn’t have the money to support him.

And maybe it was the fact that he didn’t want their money. He had always been pretty selfless, telling you, at one point, that you and Oak needed to save up for that engagement ring – because he knew it would happen, and he’d be damned if it wasn’t in his lifetime.

Sad thing, though – it didn’t happen, and never would.

“Oak, I can’t,” you insisted, standing at the edge of the bed in a pair of jeans and sweatshirt. “I love you so much, and it hurts to do this. It hurts to tell you that I’ve gotta go somewhere without you, and that I don’t think I’m ever coming back.”

“I can go with you, (Y/N),” he insisted, getting up from the bed and standing in front of you, “I can tell the directors that we’re moving – it’s not a problem. I can find a job somewhere else.”

“I’m not going to do that to you, baby. I can’t do that to you,” you whispered, placing a hand on his chest and looking down. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, truly. But Oak, I can’t not go, and I’m not going to leave you waiting for me to return every five years for only a couple days. I won’t do that to you, I won’t do that to us.”

“Baby, please,” Oak pleaded, “we can make it work. I don’t know what I’ll do without you. Please.”

You shook your head, leaning up on your tiptoes and placing a kiss on his lips. His big, chocolate-colored hands grasped your face, pulling you in for a deeper kiss than what you intended – he couldn’t do this without you, he didn’t want to do this without you.

You kissed him back, hard. It was all you could give to him, all that was in you. Then you pulled back, went flat on your feet and whispered, “Walk me to the door?”

He simply nodded, grabbing your suitcases for you and walking you to the front door of the apartment. Everything in him felt broken, felt cold. Everything was numb as he pulled you to his chest and held you as tight as possible, and the only thing he could feel were his lips coming in contact with yours one last time before you stepped out of the apartment, suitcases in hand.

“Bye, Oak. I love you more than phrases could ever describe.”

Then you walked away. And Oak could feel a little bit of himself die, like he had just gotten a limb amputated. It took everything in him to not run after you, because he knew if he did, you would stay, and everything you had planned would fall apart.

Selflessness brought an end to your relationship. The one thing that was supposed to fix them.

Oak hadn’t seen that part of himself since that day a few months back, and the recurring thought of “If you really loved me, then why the hell did you leave me?” popped into his head. It was selfish, it was mean, it was inconsiderate, but it’s how he felt for the first couple months.

And then he realized that maybe, just maybe, you left him because you loved him. He thought about what you said, that you were doing this because you didn’t want to get him stuck in a relationship with not you, but with the idea of you. Because he would always be waiting for what would never happen again.

But, truly, all he wanted, and all he needed, was you. And if it couldn’t be you, then someone like you – though, he knew there was only ever going to be one you, and that you were irreplaceable.

[heightsislife]

Why is there a DaveedxReader in the Chris Jackson tag? Like...what?

[gayforeliza]

Masterlist (11/21/16)

Lin x Reader

Misunderstandings

Drunk Dialed

Luck, part two

Thirty Year Old Virgin, part two (nsfw)

Comfort 

Distance

my youth is yours(nsfw)

trivia night

Usnavi x Reader

Cafe con Leche

No Skills

Daveed x Reader

Prove It(mild nsfw)

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Lil Sis (Daveed x Reader) Platonic Pt. 2

Word Count: 1,507

Lil Sis Series

“Hello Hello Hello! Welcome to today’s Ham4Ham! Boy do we have a good show for you! This isn’t what I had planned for today, but yesterday I was asked if we could make a change and I loved the idea. We have a rap battle today!! In our first corner, from Oakland, California, is America’s favorite fighting Jefferson… Daveed Diggs!” Lin said into the mic, and the crowd cheered. Daveed gave you a wink, then exited the doors to face the crowd.

“In the other corner, making her Ham4Ham debut, standing at 5’ 9”, is our very own stagehand (y/n)!” You took a deep breath and stepped outside, hearing the crowd scream. Your breath immediately caught in your throat and you could feel the blood pulsing through you. You felt like you were going to fall over, and you almost did, but Daveed grabbed your hand and held it above your head, presenting you to the crowd with a sparkle in his eye.

“We all know techies prefer to stay behind the stage, and (y/n) is no different, so for moral support please welcome most of the Company!” Lin hit the door one more time and the rest of the company came out, filling in behind you or Daveed. On your side were the girls of the company, and on Daveed’s side, the men.

“Daveed, you can start us off,” Lin said, handing him the mic.

Daveed’s rap started out slow and safe, in a more Thomas Jefferson style. You knew he was giving you something that you could brainlessly jump off of until you found your groove. He started spitting words faster and faster, transitioning into more of a Clipping style rap. You knew it was almost your turn and you considered backing out until Daveed finished his rap with

“You think you can out rap me Lil Sis, But you could never spit words as fire as this,” he dropped the mic, with Oak catching it like they do for the first Cabinet battle. Oak handed Lin the mic, who turned it over to you. You took a deep breath, then began.

“Diggs, that was a real nice declaration Thank you for the present but I’ll have no hesitation I can rhyme just as perfectly as you Probably even better, don’t get scared… Boo! I got my girls behind me and I know they’ll never waver Hey Can you help me out? I need a little favor Daveed likes to think he can push me to the brink Of rapping for a crowd, Is that even allowed? Why are you behind him, when you can always find him Takin ‘shotsoutthegrammy’ I bet his hands are getting clammy Don’t be nervous Big brother Just because you’ve got another Rap competitor And you sent Anthony as your messenger My words gotta be too much for you to handle Losing to a techie must be a scandal” you finished, handing Lin the mic nicely. The crowd went wild. Daveed was grinning, and so was Lin. Jazzy pulled you into a hug, and Renee and Pippa both followed. You went back inside with the cast and started immediately preparing for the night’s performance.

After the show, Lin approached you, still half dressed as Hamilton.

“(y/n) there’s someone who’s asking to interview you. I know it’s late, so you can always tell them to come back at a better time,” he said. You nodded, gazing into the pile of jackets you were hanging up.

“Yeah, tell them just a minute. I have to finish this,” you said. Lin touched your hand.

“You don’t have to do everything, someone will finish,” Lin said, his kind eyes meeting yours. You put down the jacket and followed him.

“They’re in the house. I think they want you to sit on the stage,” he told you. You went out onto the stage, where the reporter was waiting.

You exchanged pleasantries, then sat down for the interview.

“How did you start working for the production?” She asked.

“Our stage manager, Jason Bassett, is friends with one of my dad’s friends. My dad was frustrated that I didn’t have a plan for after high school so he pawned me off onto his friend. He introduced me to Jason, who took me on a tour of the production. I fell in love with being backstage, and it helped that I liked the musical as well, so he hired me as a full-time crew member,” you explained.

“How old are you again?” the reporter asked.

“Only 19 but my mind is older,” you quoted with a laugh.

“So you’re the youngest out of the company and crew,” she inferred.

“Yes, by quite a few years, and they like to remind me of it. Daveed likes to call me Lil Sis, which confused a lot of people when they finally found out I was... well, me,” you said, gesturing to yourself.

“People are starting to know who you are, how did that come about?”

“I pranked Daveed by covering his dressing room with sticky notes. He tweeted a picture of it with the caption ‘thanks Lil Sis’. A lot of people thought he had an actual sister who pranked him, so he had to clear up the fact that I was just a techie. Since then, I’ve gained a ton of Twitter followers, and people always ask me about behind the scenes things, Techie perspective.”

“Tell us about the Ham4Ham show you did this afternoon with Daveed. Where did you learn to rap like that?”

“Just by listening and practicing. I listen to Daveed’s band Clipping before I go to bed, and I’ve heard Hamilton a million times. Lin likes to have freestyle circles in the wings, so one time I jokingly joined in. Since then Lin doesn’t let me go without rapping, and yesterday Daveed, Renee, and Oak decided I should do a Ham4Ham. Hence our rap battle,” you said.

“We’re sitting in the middle of the stage, an area you don’t normally get to go. Will you ever go onstage during a performance?” Her question was answered with a laugh.

“They’re trying to get me to fill in for Lin one night, but it probably won’t happen. I’m perfectly content backstage,” you said, stifling a yawn.

“I know it’s late, you probably want to go home, how late do you normally stay at the theater?” she said.

“This is home. I have a dressing room that I call mine. I never leave the theater most days. Too much work that I can get done here. That’s why the cast loves me. Things have actually gotten done since I moved in,” you joked.

“Can we have a tour of your room?” the reporter asked. You nodded, standing up and guiding the camera crew through the mess of dressing rooms to your own room. You opened up the door, revealing Daveed and a few other cast members lounging across your furniture.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to go home to?” you joked with him, momentarily forgetting the cameras at your back.

“Not before you do a Shot out the Grammy!” Daveed said, thrusting the gramophone into your hands. Oak reached over his shoulder, pouring your favorite liquid into the statue.

“Oh crap, don’t worry, this is only Orange Juice,” you said, turning to the stunned camera crew.

“Maybe this isn’t the best time. Thanks for the interview,” you added. The reporter nodded, turning away with the crew. You shut the door, still holding the Grammy, as Daveed started the Snapchat Video.

“(y/n) just won a rap battle, so she gets to take a Shotoutthegrammy!” Oak said. You took the shot of juice, wiping your upper lip with the back of your hand. Daveed put his phone into his pocket, then pulled you into a hug.

“You killed that rap, you had nothing to be nervous about,” he said.

“I’ll always be nervous in front of a crowd. Don’t go complimenting me to try to get me to do a show,” you told him.

“One day Lil Sis, one day,” Daveed laughed.

“I love you all, but can you please go home? I need some sleep,” you said, trying and failing at pushing Oak out the door.

“Good night (y/n)!”

“Love you!” you got all kinds of goodbyes as your friends left. Daveed was the last to leave, he had positioned himself at your laptop and opened Spotify.

“What song am I starting with tonight?” You asked as you pulled a pair of sweatpants off of a shelf and put them on.

“Tonight. You liked that one, right?” he asked, mouse hovering over the play button. You nodded sleepily.

“I like them all Daveed, you know that,” you said as you crawled onto the cot you kept in the corner of the room.  

“Good night Lil Sis, proud of you” Daveed said, hugging you one more time before leaving you alone, with only his repetitive rap in your ears as you fell asleep.

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Lil Sis (Daveed x Reader) Platonic Pt. 3

Word Count: 1,410

Lil Sis Series

You woke up four hours before the rest of the cast was set to arrive for the night’s show. You went backstage and turned on the lights you’d need, making sure all the props were in the right places. After that, you made sure each costume was organized correctly, and that every cue sheet was up to date. Then, Lin arrived with his family.

“You don’t have to be here for another three hours,” you told him.

“We were walking by and Sebastian kept asking to see you. I figured we’d stop in,” he said. You crouched down to where Lin’s son was clinging to his leg. With one smile, Sebastian toddled over to you and gave you a hug.

“Look how big you’re getting!” you said to him, tickling his stomach.

“(y/n), can you go fire up the turntables? There’s a bit of Choreo that I want to test out while I’m here,” Lin said. Sebastian took your hand and walked with you to the ladder that led to the catwalk above the stage.

“Wait here buddy,” you instructed, climbing up the ladder to the control panel. You started up the turntables as Lin told you the directions he wanted the turntables moving. Your fingers flew over the buttons. Everyone was always suggesting you go onstage, but up here you were more comfortable and confident.

“Can you tell me how this looks?” Lin shouted to you, as he did a bit of choreography. From up where you were standing, watching him on the monitors, it seemed fine. You climbed down the ladder, walking around Lin as he repeated the movements.

“I’m not a Choreo expert, but I think it looks more fluid than what you were doing before,” you told him.

“Yeah, Andy and I talked about changing it, I just hadn’t gotten a chance to do it with the turntables,” he said, looking lovingly at his son, who was sitting on the still moving floor.

“I think it looks good,” you said, scaling the ladder once more and shutting down the turntables. You climbed back down with ease, inspecting the set as you passed.

“I don’t know what we did without you, (y/n),” Lin said.

“Probably cried, since you all seem to love me so much,” you joked.

“I know I did,” Daveed said, entering the theater with Oak and Leslie in tow.

“What are you all doing here? You’re here long enough for work, I’m surprised you even set foot in this place when you don’t have to,” you told the group.

“You’re here all the time, why shouldn’t we be?” Leslie said.

“I live here,” you reminded him.

“You don’t have to, you’re welcome to stay with us if you wanted,” Vanessa spoke up.

“Thank you for the offer, I’m pretty content here though. I’m able to take my time getting things organized,” you said, heading over to the lighting panel. You started testing each of the lights, making sure each one worked right on command.

“We’re going to head home now, I’ll see you guys later,” Lin said, picking up Sebastian and heading out the door with Vanessa. The other guys were laying onstage as you finished testing the lights and moved on to sound. When you were confident everything would run smoothly, you went back onstage, purposely stepping on the three men.

“Where are you going now?” Oak asked as they got up and followed you like lost puppies.

“I have to water my plants,” You said, grabbing a jug of water out of your room and heading up the stairs to the roof. You watered each of your plants gently, making sure each one was getting enough light.

“What do you do for the next two hours?” Leslie asked, having never been here for your pre-show routine before.

“I rap,” you told them, bringing them to your room once more. They immediately flocked to your furniture, making themselves comfortable as you pulled up a drum beat on your laptop.

“Wait you’re serious?” Leslie asked.

“Yeah, that’s how I got sufficient. I listened to a bunch of people rap, then started figuring it out by myself. Ready?” you asked, and they nodded.

“Leslie, Oak, and Daveed, Should be at home but they’re here with me. Normally I charge but for them it’s free. To hear me rap A B C D Yeah, the alphabet, make it rhyme Cause I can best Daveed every time Lin had us battle on the line And who’s rap was better? Oh yeah it was mine” You said, turning in a circle with the guys applauding. You heard applause coming from the door, where Anthony and Jazzy were standing.

“You know Lil Sis, I think you rap better when you’re roasting me,” Daveed joked as your friends entered the room as well.

“It’s easier to rap about something, you know that,” you told him. You spent the rest of the couple hours taking turns rapping with your friends, until Jason knocked on your door. When you looked at the clock hanging above the door, you realized you had been hanging out with them almost a half an hour longer than you normally would have.

“Sorry to interrupt, but can I steal (y/n) from you for a minute?” he asked. You hopped up quickly and exited your room.

“Sorry, I just lost track of time. I already ran sound and light checks. Lin wanted to run some choreography on the turntables so I turned them on and set them up for tonight’s show. All of the cue sheets are up to date, and I tested all of the headsets when I did sound,” you told him quickly.

“(y/n), you know I know you put in more hours than anyone. Go ahead and goof around with these guys, you wouldn’t if you hadn’t done every bit of tech work beforehand. I just wanted to know what you got done and if there was anything that needed to be fixed before the show,” he said. You breathed a sigh of relief.

“No, but I did notice one of the wires from the sound booth was starting to fray. I would have fixed it with electrical tape but I didn’t know if it needed anything else before I slapped some tape on it, you know?”

“I’ll check with Sound and see what they think, don’t worry about it. Go hang out with your friends and be ready to get going in an hour” Jason said, turning and heading towards sound. You went back into your room, where your friends were sitting in silence.

“You ok?” Anthony asked. They all looked concerned.

“Yeah, just had to let Jason know what tests I had run already,” you said.

“He wasn’t mad that you’re in here with us, right?” Jazz asked.

“I thought he would be, but I did everything that needed to be done earlier, so there wasn’t much for him to be mad about,” you told them.

“We thought you were getting fired for going overtime with us,” Carleigh explained.

“I did too, but I have a habit of prepping more than I need to, so everything was already done. I didn’t realize I had done more than just my job,” you said. The rest of the cast laughed. They all knew you did more than just your job every day. There was another knock on your door, which was one of the other Techies looking for something. You popped out of your room again to help him, leaving your friends once more.

“Why does she do more than necessary?” one of the newer ensemble members asked.

“She’s afraid she’ll get fired if she doesn’t do her job properly, so she overworks to make sure everything is perfect,” Pippa said.

“If she gets fired, she can’t live here anymore,” Daveed added.

“And if she can’t live here anymore, she’ll have to go home. She’s trying to prove to her family that she didn’t need to go to college right away and that she can make it on her own,” Jasmine finished. Their conversation stopped as you reentered the room.

“What are you going to do once the show’s done on Broadway?” Oak asked you.

“Hopefully I’ll be able to find another show to work on and live at. Maybe I’ll just stay here at the Richard Rodgers, that would be ideal,” you told them, flopping back onto your cot.

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Lil Sis (Daveed x Reader) Platonic Pt. 6

Word Count: 1,639

Lil Sis Series

A/N: YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE. ENJOY THIS PART, IT’S A DOOZY

“Good morning,” you said brightly to Daveed as he entered the kitchen. He didn’t reply, just ran a hand through his curls and sat down at the breakfast bar.

“Coffee,” he grumbled.

“No, that’ll only dehydrate you more. Here, drink up,” you said, handing him a glass of water and some ibuprofen you had found in a cabinet. Daveed threw the pills in his mouth and started to chug the glass of water.

“Woah there, slowly. Drinking water fast isn’t good for you,” you said. Daveed slowed down, putting the glass down on the counter. You put half of the eggs on a plate in front of him, along with a fork.

“Where did you learn to cook?” Daveed asked gruffly.

“How do you think I eat at the theater?” You questioned, “speaking of which, can we head over there early? I have some things I want to run over before the show starts,” you told him as you shoveled food in your mouth, eager to get back to the theater.

“Yeah, whenever you want to go, I’ll walk you over,” he said.

“Great, I’m going to go change, and then we can go,” you said quickly.

“No, I’m going to take a shower and wake up a little. Then we’ll go,” he countered, taking a slow bite of his eggs.

“Fine, but I’m showering first,” you said, jumping up and washing your dish before scampering off to where your bag of clothes was. You thought you heard Daveed mumble something about being “too chirpy” as you flew past him. You took a hot shower, something you didn’t always get. At the Richard Rodgers, you took sink showers. They sounded bad, but you had been doing it for so long, and it was easy when you were the only one there. When you got dressed, you threw your hair on top of your head in a bun and then exited the bathroom. Daveed was nowhere in sight, so you plopped on the couch and waited for him to get ready.

Daveed surprised you by leaning out of the recording room you had spent the night in, headphones on his ears.

“You’ll never guess what happened,” he said. You raised your head in interest.

“Last night when I was putting music on for you, I played a drum beat I had laying around. I was supposed to record a track over it later this week,” he said.

“Tell me something I don’t know Daveed, you were drunk last night, not me. I remember everything,” you told him.

“Right, but while I was in my drunken state, I accidentally hit the record button. And you!” He pointed at you, full of excitement.

“Me?”

“You rapped over the beat and it recorded!!” he said, practically jumping up and down in the doorway.

“Ok? It wasn’t my best rap though, I was tired,” you reminded him.

“It doesn’t matter, this is great! I didn’t even think about having you record here!”

“Daveed, go take a shower. I want to go,” you whined. Daveed just grinned at you, pulling off the headphones and putting them in the booth. He walked across the apartment, going and taking a shower. When he finished, he came back out and laid across you on the couch.

“Sorry about last night,” you said to him.

“Nah, that was my fault. I totally overreacted,” he replied.

“Wait, you remember?” you asked.

“No, I just remember being really angry. I’m assuming it was an overreaction. Why was I angry?” he asked with a laugh.

“Rafa was hitting on me,” you reminded him.

“Oh yeah,” he said, his face falling.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure he’s a great guy. I don’t blame anyone for the events of last night,” you reassured him.

“If you say so Lil Sis,” he answered. You gave him a smile before pushing him off of your lap and onto the floor.

“Ow!” He complained, though you knew he was overreacting.

“Get up you big baby, I want to go home,” you said, getting up. Daveed stood up, a gleam in his eyes.

“Oh no,” was all you managed to get out before he grabbed your legs and threw you over his shoulder. He bent down and scooped up your bag with his left hand, his right hand still firmly around you.

“Daveed! Put me down!” You griped, but your big brother didn’t listen. He just headed out the door, making sure it shut behind him, and started walking down the hall to the elevator. You gave up struggling as Daveed entered the elevator.

“You know, this looks like you’re kidnapping me,” you mused.

“But in reality I’m reverse kidnapping you,” he said proudly.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Kidnappers take you away from home forcibly. I’m taking you home forcibly,” he said.

“Wouldn’t have taken much convincing,” you quipped as he stepped out of the elevator and through the lobby.

“This is going to look so weird,” you complained as he stepped onto the street.

“How am I going to make sure you make it back to the theater safe?”

“By walking with me like a normal human being?”

“Where’s the fun in that though?” he asked.

“What happened to the raging hangover you had that rendered you incapable of cooking your own breakfast?” you questioned.

“Your rap was so good it scared the hangover away,” he said.

“Ok but that rap sucked, why are you so pleased with it?”

“Because you won’t rap onstage, but you’ll rap in the booth. I have to check with the band but I think we should feature you in the next single,” he said, finally placing you down on the sidewalk and handing you your bag.

“You’re not serious,” you said.

“I am. I don’t know why I never thought of it before. Your Ham4Ham proved the people love you, so it wouldn’t be an issue selling,” he said.

“Ok, but I want to write it beforehand. Give me some time,” you told him.

“Of course. I’ll record the rest of the track this week, then send you the demo. There’ll be a space where you can put whatever you want. When you’re ready, we can go back to my place and lay down your layer,” he said.

“Fine,” you said, giving in. Daveed grinned the whole way to the theater. You let yourself in, using the spare key you had, then went to your room and threw your bag down. You went to the stage and started preparing, with Daveed on your heels the whole time. He was gushing over his idea, telling you all of the things you’d need to know before writing your verse. Eventually, the rest of the cast and crew joined you in the theater, some looking more hungover than others.

“(y/n) since you’re a party animal now, the rest of the crew is having a party next weekend, you should come,” one of the other techies said to you offhand as you prepared for the performance. You nodded.

“Sure, why not,” you agreed.

The show ran well, and afterwards you went back to your room and grabbed a notebook. Instead of waiting for Daveed to get undressed or finish taking shots, you shut your door and went up onto the roof. You stayed up there for a while, gazing into the hazy city sky as planes and helicopters blinked past.

“(y/n)?” you heard Oak say. You sat up, noticing him by the door.

“Hey,” you said quietly.

“Everyone’s freaking out downstairs. We thought you were kidnapped or something. Nobody could find you,” he said, sitting down next to you.

“You mean ‘Daveed’s freaking out downstairs, Daveed thought I was kidnapped, and Daveed couldn’t find me?” you asked.

“Well, yeah, but we all like to say goodnight too!” he defended.

“Fair enough. I was just up here looking at the sky,” you said.

“See anything interesting?”

“Just some helicopters. Daveed wants me to record a guest verse in the new Clipping single. I thought I’d get some good inspiration,” you said.

“That’s huge!” Oak smiled.

“Well, sort of. I’m honored that he thinks I’m good enough to put on his track, but if it does well, people will want them to perform it. Which means I’ll have to perform it,” you said.

“Cross that bridge when you get there, enjoy the experience while it’s here,” Oak said. You sat in silence for a minute, before you spoke.

“I miss the stars.”

“You what?”

“I miss the stars. I grew up upstate, on a lake. I’d take my grandpa’s boat out at midnight and watch the stars from  the middle of the lake. It was so peaceful. There are billions of stars all across the sky, and on nights where there was a small moon, you could see the Milky Way,” you pointed across the sky, before gasping and grabbing your journal and starting to write words.

“Oh my gosh. Thanks Oak!” You said after you had finished scribbling down some notes. You threw an arm over him in a hug, before getting up.

“I’ll go tell Daveed I’m not dead now,” you said. Oak followed with a chuckle.

“You are something, (y/n),” he said.

You emerged from the staircase and headed towards your room, seeing Anthony, Pippa, and Lin along the way. They all started yelling that they found you.

“Oak found me. I wasn’t lost either. I was just up on the roof,” you said.

“I thought you were dead,” Daveed said as you entered your room.

“Come on, D. You know me better than that,” you said as you lay down in your bed. Daveed put on some music, then bid you goodnight. You neglected to tell him about the crew party, knowing that he’d freak out about it.

[pastpatientlywaitingforimagines]

Lil Sis (Daveed x Reader) Platonic Pt. 7

Word Count: 985

Lil Sis Series

A/N: Hehehe I know I said I wasn’t going to post another imagine tonight but I’m too excited about this series to wait so I’m using my queue to post this at exactly 12AM (my time) Shhhhh! I’m also using this as motivation to finish writing a rap for a future part :D Enjoy! 

WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEX, UNDERAGE DRINKING

“Are you going to get ready for bed?” Daveed asked you the night of the party.

“I think I’m going to stay up and work on my rap a little bit. It’s still early,” you told him.

“Ok, I’m going home then. Jalene and I are going to watch a movie,” he said happily.

“Use protection,” you said jokingly as you skimmed the words in your notebook.

“Shut up. Goodnight Lil Sis,” he said.

“Goodnight, D,” you replied. After he had left, you got up and fixed your hair, applying a touch of makeup.

“You ready to go?” one of your Crew friends knocked on your door.

“Yep,” you said, grabbing your phone. You weren’t sure how this would play out, considering you would have to walk back to the theater afterwards, but you assumed it would be fine.

“Here, try this,” one of your techie friends said, handing you a drink. You eyed him suspiciously.

“I know you’re underage. You’ll be fine,” he said. You shrugged, allowing yourself one night of fun. While you normally didn’t like alcohol, the mixed drink you had in your hand was delicious. It wasn’t until your friends decided you needed to go home that you realized how drunk you were.

“I can walk,” you hiccuped, giggling afterwards.

“She can’t walk. She won’t make it. Should we call someone?”

“She lives at the theater, not sure who could bring her,”

“Daveed?”

“Not Daveed!” you said firmly, though it came out very slurred.

“Yeah, let’s call Daveed. (y/n) where’s your phone?” You fished around in your pockets and handed it to them. They took your thumb and unlocked your phone, dialing his number.

“He’ll be mad,” you said.

“You talk to him then,” they handed you the phone.

“(y/n)? Wha-?” you heard him on the end of the line.

“Daveeeeeeeeeeed,” you crooned.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, wasting no time.

“Don’t hate me. You don’t hate me do you?” you asked.

“I don’t. Just tell me what’s up,” he said. You could hear him shifting on his bed.

“I need to go home,” you told him.

“Home? Like, with your family home?”

“Yeah, I need to go home to my family at the Theater,” you said, not realizing that you weren’t on the same page.

“Wait, you’re not at the theater?”

“No I’m at Jake’s place. Crew party!!” you said.

“Oh my god,” he said quietly.

“They told me to go home but I can’t make it that far, will you help?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be over in a few minutes. Don’t drink anymore,” he said.

“Daveed?”

“Yes?”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, I’m not.”

Daveed arrived a few minutes later, like he had promised. He thanked your friends for taking care of you, then grabbed your hand and started guiding you onto the street.

“How much have you had?” he asked quietly as you leaned into him.

“A few drinks? I don’t know. I don’t drink,” you said.

“I can tell, you’re definitely a lightweight,” he joked, before his expression returned to it’s grim state.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to a party?” he asked.

“You were going home to Jalene. Didn’t want to interrupt your sexy time,” you wiggled your eyebrows before laughing.

“If you had told me, you would have interrupted me less than you did by not telling me,” he said. You froze as you processed his words.

“I’m so sorry you can go back I can make it from here I’m so sorry,” you said quickly, tears gathering in your eyes.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Jalene wasn’t feeling great so she stayed home. I worked on some clipping stuff and then went to bed,” he said, putting an arm around your shoulders and ushering you forward. You took a few steps, then grabbed onto his arm for support.

“I can’t walk. I forgot how,” you said. Daveed sighed, scooping you up in his arms.

You closed your eyes until you heard Daveed unlocking a door. You weren’t sure how he got the spare key to the theater, considering it was still in your pocket. It wasn’t until he placed you down on a fluffy bed that you realized you weren’t in your room at the Theater.

“Daveed did you kidnap me?” you asked him.

“No, I brought you to my place. It was closer than the theater since you weren’t fit to walk that far,” he said, rummaging around in a drawer before throwing a pair of sweatpants at you.

“I’m going to get you some water,” he said. You struggled to take your pants off, but you finally did. When Daveed came back you had one foot in his sweatpants.

“I got stuck,” you said. He crouched down and helped you free your foot, then went into his adjacent bathroom as you finished getting dressed.

“Here,” he handed you a glass of water, then placed a bin next to the bedside.

“Just in case,” he said. You fell back onto his pillows as he pulled the blankets up over you. He sat down next to you on the other side of the bed and helped you sit up, though you protested.

“Drink this,” he handed you the water, which you took a sip of. When you brought it away from your lips, you moved a lot quicker than you meant to, spilling the water on yourself.

Daveed swore under his breath and took the water from your hands.

“Are you sure you’re not mad at me?” you giggled.

“Yes, I’m sure I’m not mad at you,” he said, placing the water down on a table next to him before pulling you in closer to his side. Even in your drunken state you could tell that everything about him screamed ‘PROTECTIVE’.

“Go to sleep Lil Sis,” he said.

“Love you Daveed,” you said quietly.

“Love you too.”