Shakespeare (Something Rotten!)

5. God, I Love Shakespeare

"It wouldn't be that bad to be Shakespeare"

After that confession, I had to convince myself that I wasn't falling in love, but I knew I was. He told me he loved me. He was genuinely a nice guy when we were together, and I cant help it, or fight it anymore. I've fallen for William Shakespeare, and I've fallen hard.

"She's very... independent, sir" I heard a man say, and when I say heard, I mean I heard it through the door my ear was pressed against. Will had been in there for hours on end and I was suspicious of it, knowing that someone would eventually convince him that he didn't love me. But it wasn't what I thought. "She's perfect for you" I felt my face turn pink.

"You don't know how right you are" I fell against the door more and it suddenly opened. I began to fall to the floor, but the arms I'm so familiar with caught me. "You're very peculiar, do you know that?" I nod with a nervous smile.

"Is that why you love me?" He smiles like a lunatic and takes my hand in his, walking back to his room. "It's precisely why I love you" he picks me up and opens the door, shutting it with his foot.

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I've always hated going to parties. Parties are not where I belong in all honesty, simply for one reason: I don't belong in any groups. There are a three groups at the party i'm at in this moment, the aspiring writers, the intense lovers or poetry, and the famous poets, and I can't speak to any of them. Luckily for me, I don't have to. Will comes up behind me and puts his arms around my waist, making my chest flutter. He placed a kiss into my hair before letting go quickly to go to the other side of the room, not forgetting to drag me with him.

"Is that a young Bottom I see?!" I listen to their conversation intently and ignore everything else as I stare at him. "And pray tell, who is the delightful damsel? This maiden fair, this feast for the eyes" He grabs the blonde girls hand and kisses it, I slap his arm "Im just being kind" he groans with a smile, turning back to me and kissing my forehead.

"This is Portia" he nods and she looks completely stunned. "It's alright, yes this is happening, just breathe" Portia is giggling nervously like a twelve year old and I cross my arms with a smile. "M-master Shakespeare" she sits on the floor and drinks from the cup in her hand. "Oh, she's bedazzled, do you like that word? I just made it up, let's drink to that!" Everyone raises their glasses and drinks, Will puts his arm around my shoulders and kisses me shortly "I'm sorry, my love, I have a reputation to live up to, but I do love you" he says to me and I roll my eyes. "Well you have a hilarious way of showing it" I slap his arm off of me and walk out of the party.

"Mariah?" I watch as Nick grabs my arm "Is Nigel here?" I slap his hand and nod "Why don't you tell your buddy Shakespeare how to treat a lady, Nicky" he furrows his eyebrows "What did he do?" I put my hands on my face "What he always does" Nick rolled his eyes "That no good son of a-" "Hey! I'll handle it, don't worry, you don't have to be my father" he puts a hand on my shoulder "I'm the only one you've got" he storms into the room "Nigel!" I hear him yell and I continue to walk out before hearing "What's wrong with you?!" I freeze upon hearing Nick's voice, and I hear Will murmur something "I love her" I roll my eyes again and leave the party completely, ready to just go home and not have to worry about this.

"I just don't understand him, I mean why does he have to be this narcissistic maniac Eveline?" She rubs her hand on my shoulder and let's out a sigh "Maybe he's just.. scared to show you how he actually feels" I put my head on her shoulder "He tells me he loves me every other minute of the day" there's a knock on the door and she was quick to reply while standing up "Then don't let his difficult attitude change how you feel". She opens the door and I put my head in my hands again "Mariah" I look up at her only to find Will in her place.

"My love, I'm sorry, please forgive me" I roll my eyes at him as he makes a pleading face that could possibly be too adorable to refuse. "Don't you miss these big manly arms?" He raises his eyebrows at me and I slowly walk over to him, letting his arms wrap around me. I lean my head on his chest and let him hold me as he mutters apologies to me until "Stay with me tonight, let me show my love to you" he whispers and I wrap my arms around his neck. He picks me up and holds on tight as if he would let go and it would mean the end of the world itself.

Quick thing, should I make another Christian fanfic? Help me decide guys ❤️

Emmet Forrest - Legally Blonde story

Willy Wonka - Charlie and the Chocolate Factory story

Black Stache - Peter and the Starcatcher story

Marvin - Falsettos story

OR

A book full of Christian Borle Imagines for everybody to put in requests?