My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

Nice Again

you stomped out of the house and went to your car.

"get back inside!" daveed yelled from his door, you flipped him off and went back in to your house.

this happened for two weeks straight, it was torture.

"not today!"

"sadly, nope!"

"i don't think so, sunshine!"

"get your ass back inside!"

one day you turned around, "then you want to get fucking tampons for me?!" you yelled, not really caring that people walking could hear you.

"what's the brand and what's the size?" he walked to his car, you tilted your head to the side. silently calling his bluff. "you think i'm kidding?" daveed smirked, "what. size."

you stomped back inside, took a picture of your box and sent it to him.

sunshine: you asshole.

diggy: just doing my job

sunshine: shut up

you flopped back into your bed and sure enough you were met with a knock on the door and daveed yelling something snarky but it was muffled.

you walk out to the door and pick up the box, daveed is waiting on your porch.

"look (y/n)," daveed started, "i-i feel the need to apologize but i don't know what for..." he shrugged.

you slowly turned your head toward him and scoffed, you stood still shaking your head before walking back into your house.

"(y/n)!" daveed called.

DAVEED'S POV

maybe she's always just been stubborn or something, i still don't know what i did! i felt like she put me in such a shitty position, i was putting the girl i liked in danger.

and if i would have to stay in a separate houses for (y/n)'s safety id do it everyday. no question.

i walked into my bathroom and looked into the mirror, sleep was becoming scarce because i couldn't stop thinking of her.

i spent most nights writing poetry for her and writing love songs about her, i hated it because i never used to write about love. but that's all i can think of now.

"okay," i breathed and looks myself in the mirror, "(y/n), i wanna talk to you- no... hey, sunshine- no... umm, why is this so hard?" my elbows found the counter and my head dropped into my hands. "fuck!"

soccer came running in and rubbed my leg, i swatted him off but he jumped up on my leg and tried to get attention. i looked at him and a idea clicked in my mind.

i raced out the door and to the supermarket, it was pretty vacant which was good, i went to the flower section and picked the first bouquet.

after getting home and i found every single thing i wrote thinking about her, i found and paper clip and grabbed a fresh sheet of paper.

"soccer!" i called, he came. i held out the bouquet and he snatched it, i attached the letters to the flowers and walked him to her door.

"she better take me back after this." i was struggling to get soccer to sit. i knocked on the door and went back to my porch.