My Dear Melancholy (Daveed Diggs x reader)

First Day

"wake up!" daveed cheered, you rolled into your stomach with a groan and pulled the pillow over your ears. "come on, let's go!" he shook you around until you stood up.

"i'm awake! i'm up!" you put your hands up and wiped the sleep off your face, "you're like a little kid when it comes to this." you muttered and headed out to the kitchen.

daveed followed and started to cook breakfast, he was going on and on about how he's exited to go back to school and how. his whole face lit up when he started a new topic, you were nervous an exited.

after eating you both headed out, took the same car, and walked in together.

right before daveed turned to his room you fixed his collar at the back, it was crumpled and folded.

"i'm surprised you didn't have this laying out last night," you laugh at your own joke, now realizing the dogs will be alone all day.

"i had it hanging up all together since saturday." there was no hint of a joke in his sentence, he was genuinely proud of his outfit.

"and i think you look amazing," you brushed off his shoulders and headed to your classroom.

no one was there, part of you knew that the teachers showed up early and the students would be there soon but, you felt a little voice tell you no one would actually come.

you logged onto the zoom call for the students at home, no one where there either. a little ping in your heart set off every minute went by.

finally, someone walked in.

"am i in the right spot?" they asked.

"who are you looking for?" you smiled.

"mr. diggs?" they asked, "and i don't thinks it's you." they giggled and left the room.

you turned back to your desk to fix your already straightened papers, you were cut out of your sulk with the sound of the chair being pulled back.

you looked up to see a person, "hello," you smiled.

"hi," the girl waved, she had black eyeliner and wore baggy clothes, "you're ms. l/n right?" she asked.

"i am, what's your name?" you asked, another person walked in, "hi, take a seat." you turned back to the girl.

"vanessa, nice to meet you, call me van."

"van, perfect." you looked to the other kid, a boy that had headphones hanging around his neck. "and your name?"

"collin, i don't have a nickname." he smirked.

and soon enough, the chairs were full. people were talking, the seniors got to know everyone's name, most then turned to you and asked about you.

"hi, i'm y/n l/n, call me whatever you want, not picky." you leaned on your desk, "this is my first first day of teaching in high school, this is your last first day learning. we both are hitting milestones today, so congrats." you clapped and everyone did the same, they copy me? "i used to work at the new york times," the kids straightened their posture, "i was let go over the summer, personal problems and family got in the way. so, i decided to teach, because i had my time reporting, i want to read your reports someday." you smiled and nodded, "this class will cover everything you need to know before you go to college or university or apprenticeships, you'll learn how to write very different reports but also how to find jobs and how to find what you're good at. so, are we ready?"

every kid smiled under their masks and nodded, you fixed yours, and shared your screen for the online kids. then your projected onto the white board and started to teach.

this class was three hours and then you'd stay and prep, daveed would also stay and teach his second class.

after the three hours you headed over to daveed's room, he was eating a sandwich at his desk.

you softly knocked and he looked over, "babe!" he beamed up and walked up to you, "how what your very first class?" he pulled you into a hug.

"i really like those kids, it was so fun." you sighed and headed to his desk. you ate and he talked about his class, later you both sat in comfortable silence, daveed had reached out over the desk and held your hand as you both ate.

"guys, guys, guys!" rafael rounded the corner, out of breath.

daveed stood up, "what's going on?" his hand tightened on yours.

"there's a new club!" rafa jumped, daveed let out a breath and sat back down.

"you really scared me," you giggled.

rafa waved both if you off, he slapped down a pice of paper. "i've started a new club, and i want you both to join." he turned away and caught his breath and pulled mask down because both of you weren't wearing yours.

~poets society~

"like the movie?" you asked, rafa nodded, "so shouldn't it be called 'dead poets society'?" you asked.

"they wouldn't allow it on the poster," rafael pulled up a chair.

"i'm in." daveed looked between to both of you, "you should join."

"sure..." you said uneasily, lots of things were moving fast. but, this is how you get to know people, this could be good.

"perfect, we'll have meetings and a performance later in the year, glad you're on board." rafael smiled and left.

the rest of the day went normally, you did a little prep and read through the 'get to know me' survey you made all your kids do. there was a lot of people on the class that wanted to go into journalism, others wanted to be tv talk show hosts, and some just liked the idea of getting better at writing. a few people had given pronouns and you marked them down respectively, everything was going well.

you had taken the poster rafael slammed into the desk, you knew for a fact daveed would be a much better at this club. but, it did seem fun.

"hey, you ready to go?" daveed knocked on the door that was open, "i wanna grab burritos in the way home." he smiled, you glanced at your watch. "ya, teaching goes late."

clyde and soccer was super happy both of you came home, their tails weren't just wagging, their entire body wriggled. you gave some kisses and love pets.

"y'know, i think you were made to teach." daveed said with his mouth full, "there's a kid named collin who's in my class and yours, he really likes you."

"how did you get on the topic of me?" you giggled and asked.

" when i gave a background of myself, i showed a picture of us and the dogs, it's my lock screen on my computer." daveed looked up, "some asked who that lady was, and i said my girlfriend."

the way he said it so nonchalantly with a shrug made you smile, a soft laugh got his attention back to you.

"what?" he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around you.

"i didn't- when i said a bit about myself i didn't bring you up, i'm sorry." you avoid his gaze.

"who cares," daveed kissed your temple, "don't sweat it."