”Hes perfect.”

That was the first thought to go through your head when you saw Shakespeare. From how he looked, from how he spoke, how he wrote, how he walked, how he even flipped his hair. He was just so amazing. So…so…perfect.

you of course never told him about said obsession, that would make him leave you, right? You can’t have him hate you. You needed him. So, the best option was to keep your distance, but stay watching him, stalking him my say. You never thought of it as an obsession. Just…a crush, y’know?

November 24th, 1528 present

Shakespeare decided to take a little break from writing, a lunch break. So he went on top of a grassy hill with lots of trees, the sun out beaming, and the wind just cold enough to give you a chill. He wore his normal, brown leather outfit with his other metal things, his eye liner and messy hair really brung his outfit together. He said down crisscrossed, eating his sandwich as he breathed in the fresh air. Not noticing you, camping out in a tree quite literally above him. You knew he was there, why wouldn’t you have?

He sighed, taking a bite of his lunch and drinking some whiskey out of his hip flask “……”