My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

Bargaining

YOUR POV

"ugh, should i start wearing sun screen?" you pulled at your skin, figuring out what to put on. "does daveed wear sunscreen?"

sunshine: do you wear sunscreen?

diggy: no...?

sunshine: you should, you should wear it before it's gets too late

diggy: is this code for something

sunshine; just saying, you don't want to put on sunscreen when it's too late and if it's too late then it won't do shit

diggy: how about i come over? hang out a bit?

sunshine: i don't care, i don't know if you need to mark some stuff

daveed just let himself in, he found you on the couch. you had a blanket wrapped around you and clyde was curled next to you.

"hey, honey." daveed sat beside you, clyde was in between you. "can i bring soccer over for a little play date, they haven't seen each other in a while." daveed gently traced your face.

you nodded and he left for less then a minuet, soccer came running in like he always does. clyde jumped up and they sniffed each other before starting to play.

daveed sat back down and got closer now that clyde wasn't there, "so, what have you been up to?" he asked, looking slightly unsure.

"nothing." you watch the dogs play, "how about you?"

"same old, same old." daveed slouched more and brought you into his chest, "you have something to tell me, i can feel it."

"how?" you look up.

"because i know you," he smiled, "and because i love you."

"i love you too," you snuggle in. "ugh, i need my water bottle." you sit up but daveed takes your shoulder.

"let me," he stands up, "bedroom, on the night table?"

"you do know me." you laugh as daveed bows.

DAVEED'S POV

i'm glad she's laughing these days, she seems tired but at least she's laughing.

i walk in and grab her water bottle, her room is a little messier then she normally has it but it's not gross.

right before i turn to leave i notice an imprint on her pillow, it's weird, i've never seen it before.

"did you find it?!" (y/n) yells from outside.

"yep!" i call back but keep my eyes on her pillow.

you shouldn't be snooping, who knows what she's written in there.

i shake my head and pull the rectangle out, it's a journal. is my girl writing? it better be poetry.

i run my hand over the leather feeling cover, it's a decent book. i've never seen it before, the first couple pages are blank, the paper feels really high quality. i can only imagine the price of this.

all of that curiosity leaves when i reach the first poem.

i'm sorry

that's the entire page, covered in 'i'm sorry' top to bottom. my heart rate was picking up.

"honey?" (y/n) yelled again.

"sorry, i zoned out." i quickly shot back, i knew i had time for one more page.

my dear melancholy,