My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

The Interview

daveed shook you awake, "last day of school!" he bounced on the bed.

you woke up and patted your hand around his face to get him to stop talking, "i thought only kids got exited for that," you groan with your eyes still closed.

"ya, but these kids are little gremlins." daveed kissed all around your face and got up, "oh! also, more adult stuff." he did a drum roll on the door frame, "we have a buyer!"

"oh, thank god!" you internally roll your eyes, your house had been on and off the market sconce you put it up, cases were still rising but apparently an elderly couple wanted to buy.

you rolled out of bed and checked through your emails, you felt your heart drop. you got an interview.

"daveed!" you run out to the kitchen, "this home town company wants to interview me," you scan the email, "t-today!" you jump.

daveed ran over and pulled you into a bone crushing hug, your legs dangled off the ground as he rocked back and forth.

"congrats, what time will it be at?" he cupped your face.

"online, at noon." you tried to fight a smile, but one showed up anyways. "you think they'll let me work from home?" you skimmed the message.

"who knows?" daveed rubbed your arms, "let's get that job first." he kissed your forehead before heading into his office. he was wearing a blush pink shirt and some random sweatpants. "teaching in my pyjamas!" daveed closed the door.

you just shook your head and went to the kitchen, clyde and soccer were sleeping together on the couch. they liked the move, clyde would always find soccer and then sleep with him.

having all four of you share a bed was tough, soccer tends to sprawl out and almost treat sleeping like a game; how much bed can we cover, and daveed does it to. you and clyde find one spot and sleep like a rock.

you went over your resume and talking points in the mirror, clyde had heard you talking and was now sitting beside you, listening to what you had to say.

"i've only worked in one spot before, yes, that means i haven't been exposed to it all, but, it proves i stay at a job for a long time. i'm in it to win it." you fix your blouse which you haven't worn in a while, "i personally love a challenge, i always learn something new and take away great life lesions... no," you scoff, "i just sound like a inspirational quote."

daveed peek his head in the door, "you sound great." he gave a thumbs up, he took a second to take in your outfit and after undressing you with his eyes his lips shifted into a smirk, "look great too, babe."

you felt you body slowly start to melt at the minimal flirting, this was your boyfriend and he still had that effect on you.

"y-you look great too." you spit out.

"sweatpants and a random shirt?" daveed walked into the room with a laugh, "you're too kind."

he hands gently traced your hips and stopped higher up on your waist, he scanned you from that angle and seem to like it more by his eyes filling with lust.

"we don't have time," you whisper.

daveed smirked and bit the corner of his lip, he gently pulled you closer but not enough to kiss. "time for what? i'm just... standing here." he hands started to move down to your hips, he rubbed and squeezed as you tried to figure out what to say. "cat got your tongue?"

you giggled and leaned into to kiss daveed but was cut off by clyde jumping and barking. you quickly turn your head to see clyde but, daveed had his eyes closed so his deep and passionate kiss landed on your cheek.