My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

The Garden

DAVEED'S POV

to say that the new neighbours stressed (y/n) out was an understatement, it freaked me out too. but, my god, she's losing her mind.

the minuet they left the front door on the day they moved in, she went on this long rant about it all, she was so caught up in her thoughts she was basically saying that these people personally killed her dad. which isn't true but i couldn't be the one to say that.

after cooling off she realized it wasn't really their fault but, they played a role.

in this time (y/n) had started to work on a curriculum for a journalism course for seniors at the high school, from teaching i've seen people excel in the 'news paper, journalism' section of the courses. (y/n) had ideas, they were all planned out and now with a exterior motivator which is strictly powered by fear, most of its done.

she would have meeting about it soon, they seem impressed and mainly in need of teachers because some have quit.

on top of that (y/n) started gardening, a little thing on our window sill on the outside of the house. as well as basil, thyme, and rosemary below.

the houses on the street
are very small,
is there enough room?

thanks for asking,
no.
no there isn't.

soccer and clyde go absolutely crazy over the new things and would too if i was a dog and around new very smelly things.

soccer had eaten a few leaves of basil but all it did was make his breath smell better, it's a win-lose situation, but we are still alive.

YOUR POV

you were picking some rose merry and thyme from your garden, the sun was blasting your back and even a tank top and shorts can't survive the mid-summer heat.

"going for a run," daveed walked out of the house, he was wearing a dry-fit tank top and compression pants under his shorts; like always.

"okay, i was thinking id make stew for dinner, i don't know, something new?" you shrugged.

"i'm down for that, it'll be a quick run." daveed checked his shoes before taking off down the street.

you stood up and looked at your flowers which were on the windowsill, they were bright and very beautiful. it took a while to figure out how to keep them alive, but now it was sooth sailing.

"yoo-hoo!" but that was still a problem, "what a lovely garden!" molly, the new neighbour said from her balcony.

"thanks!" you silently cringed at the huge american flag waving on their porch, you can have pride for the states but... that's a huge flag.

"let me see," she walked down the steps and you quickly reached for your pockets only to realize you don't have a mask.

"i-i'm sorry, you're gonna need to stay a part." you held your arm out.

"oh pish-posh!" molly waved you off, "your garden looks amazing, i have to see."

"n-no!" you backed up, "no you don't, look from there, please." you begged, "it's worse up close."

"nonsense." she slowly waddled over.

you picked up the minimal fabric on your tank and covered you mouth and nose, the garden space was so small you couldn't really back up.