My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

Rhetorical

DAVEED'S POV

i stood in our bedroom and fixed my black tie that sat on top of my navy blue shirt that was tucked into my black dress pants.

with a final sigh i walk to the bathroom, my dress shoes i typically wear for very important meetings clanked on the floor.

"babe...?" i knocked on the door.

"one second." she answered very quick and very rudely. understandable.

my phone started to buzz on the kitchen island, "i'm gonna take a call, meet me outside." i say and walkout without hearing an answer.

"daveed?" the low voice commands.

"mayweather, what's happening?" i smile.

"i wanted to double check that i can still come? i want to pay my respects and get to meet y/n." robert asked.

"of course, don't worry about a thing, she'll think it's a great gesture." i smiled and said my goodbyes. "and there's the pretty lady." i say as y/n walks out.

YOUR POV

i swear if this man pulls anything today i might lose it.

"let's go," you sigh and get in the car, you wore a black pencil skirt and a white dress shirt. you didn't want to go out a buy something so you had to make due.

daveed drove, you looked out the car window, you could tell he kept looking at you but you didn't really give him the time of day. he was too happy for a funeral, who calls someone 'pretty' in funeral clothes...?

it wasn't a church but it wasn't a random community centre either, who knew what this random building was for. daveed parked and you both walked in, daveed held your hand as you both headed to your room.

the majority was older people, your dad's friends and co-workers as well as collage peers that kept in loose contact.

the long day was filled with 'thank you' and 'that's a really touching story' and so many more robotic phrases you went over in the bathroom when daveed took that phone call.

"i love you, you know that right?" daveed asked randomly.

"...ya... i love you too, babe." you almost questioned, what is going on?

daveed didn't say much, he was just there for moral support. one hand always on your back and he took the flowers after they were passed to you, he would place them in a table a few feet away and come back for the goodbyes. wash, rinse, dry, repeat.

there was a half an hour break for you, your mom, and daveed. you all sat at a table and ate some sandwiches your mother made.

"am i late?" a low voice asked, you looked over your shoulder to see a short and cubby man holding flowers that were very familiar to the ones everyone else bought.

"we're on break, this isn't a time you could book." your mother dried her eyes, she had been crying the whole time.

"i never booked a time..." the man backed away.

"ya," you snarled, "so you should leave." after scoffing you looked to daveed, he seemed to be freaking out. "he's screwing everything up-"

"i don't think you want to-"

"i mean, we got everyone tested so my mother and i could be safe." you flexed your jaw and scanned him again, "and you just walk in."

"y/n, love, sweetheart, sunshine-"

"what?" you turned to daveed.

"umm..." he adjusted his collar, daveed stood up and walked a safe distance beside this man. "this is robert mayweather, my boss." daveed raised both his eyebrows.