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Heart Stealer (Daveed Diggs x Reader)
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Ongoing, First published Dec 21, 2018
(Y/N) (L/N) and Daveed Diggs had been friends for as long as (Y/N) could remember. They used to play together when they were children, and even be rebellious teenagers and try out a few cigarettes, only to have them be immediately put out; the taste was horrible. Eventually, him and (Y/N) each gained a lover. But during one hangout, their lovers left the room to get some drinks, and (Y/N) decided that she loved Daveed. She always had. Apparently Daveed felt the same, because they engaged in a spur-of-the-moment kiss, and by the time their lovers came back, they had broken apart. So they never found out. What would happen between (Y/N) and Daveed? Would they continue carrying the weight of the event or come out to their lovers about it? Read to find out.
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