My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

Champagne

daveed spent the first few weeks of the summer break in complete bliss. all he did was read and write and run and live a simple life.

you, you on the other hand we're running around, trying to find every job possible. nothing was working.

also, your doctor had given you the green light to go outside. you ran to daveed who was sitting on a small chair in the small backyard and told the good news. you celebrated.

the old couple as finally moved in and all the papers were finalized this afternoon.

daveed filled two flutes of champagne, he stood on all his glory, basketball shorts and no shirt with the widest smile on his face.

"finally, we are living in the same house," he breathed, "i'm so glad i'm taking the next step with you, and i'm so happy we are safe and together." you and him clinked you're glasses and took a sip.

"gotta love the bubbly wine," you look into your glass at the bubbles.

"so, girlfriend..." daveed smirked as he played with the rim of his glass, "the champagne is nice, but what are we really going to do to celebrate...?" he placed the glass on the counter.

you looked up at him, you both were making bedroom eyes. he pulled you in for a kiss and you managed to stumble to the couch.

his hands felt up all around you as you gently started to rock on him, earning a groan.

he pulled away with his lips slightly swollen, after looking you up and down a devilish smirk painted his face. "you're fucking gorgeous." he whispered.

his hands snaked up your torso and gathered your shirt with it, you held your arms above your head and let him take it off. the second it was off you went back to kissing him.

daveed flipped you so your back was being supported by the couch cushion. he reached behind and was fiddling with the clasp.

"what is going on?" he ask himself.

but before he could get it off, a knock at the door pulled you apart.

"can you get it?" you fixed your bra.

"i'm not-... i can't." he looked down.

"asshole," you put on your shirt and walked to the door, you opened it and was prepared for a delivery guy but was met with- "daveed's parents! how lovely!" you said loud enough for daveed to know to fix himself.

"hello, we wanted to congratulate you guys on finishing the house." barbara walked herself in.

daveed's father seemed to catch something, he held a look at you for a second longer then went back to normal.

daveed walked into view and he looked normal, "just got some champaign, a little something." daveed picked up his glass.

all four of you talked for a while, you really got to know barbara and dountes. it was obvious that they were both hippies and the 'care free' attitude passed down to daveed.

DAVEED'S POV

i just sipped my drink and watched the others talk, i wish i would have gotten a call from my parents that they were coming over or something...

the sound of a moving truck blasted through all of our ears, i went to the kitchen window which we put a curtain on and peeked outside.

sure enough, our new neighbours were moving in. they had tons of movers and people working for them, the old couple only took in one lamp at a time.

i made my way back to the couch and slung my arm around (y/n), she was holding the conversation really well.

"how's the news paper? probably so much to talk about." mom smiled.

"oh..." (y/n) shifted uneasily, "i actually got let go..."

"i'm so sorry, i shouldn't have asked." my mom quickly retracted.

"it's fine, i'm currently looking around, nothing is sticking." (y/n) shrugged, i start to rub her back.

"can you teach journalism?" my dad asks, "apply to daveed's school, we all know they are understaffed."

"dad," i mean, he's right but he doesn't need to say it.

"i don't know," (y/n) looked up at me, "i think i'd need some courses or something." she shrugged again.

"well, i came up with a rap-based curriculum before i moved here, for oakland." i smiled at the memories, "it's still being taught, i barley knew anything."

"that does sound cool," (y/n) looked like she was thinking about it.

my parents left a while later and all we were doing was basking in each other's company, it was nice to live with (y/n), she was a good roommate and girlfriend.

she kept the place tidy and whenever i was teaching she'd always bring water and snacks over. i'd do the same when we lived in separate houses but now it seems better.

she was a good sleeper, she stayed still while i rolled around and around like soccer. in the morning i would somehow be covered in blankets and (y/n) wouldn't have any.

the doorbell rang again and this time it was me who got it.

"hello?" i asked, i adjusted my mask that i had put on.

"hi, we are your new neighbours, just wanted to say hi." a very short and stubby grandma smiled, the husband looked displeased.

"well, nice to meet you." i looked confused, she held her hand out to shake. "sorry, i don't feel comfortable shaking your hand, y'know... with everything happening." i tried to laugh it off.

"hi, i'm (y/n)." she walked to the door, i looked back to see her finishing wrapping her mask around an ear.

"i'm molly, this is my husband moe." her hand stuck out but (y/n) also looked confused.

"nice to meet 'ya." wow, he's got a new york accent.

"may we come in?" molly asked.

"i'm sorry," i shook my head, "we can't let you in our house, it's not safe." i gently stepped in front of (y/n) to try and block her even though it wouldn't do much.

"oh, you believe in that shit?" moe cackled.

"what do you by 'that shit'?" (y/n) asked.

"well, this fake virus of course."

oh no...