Heart Stealer (Daveed Diggs x Reader)

Chapter 1: A Simple Hangout

  Key:

(Y/N)= YOUR FIRST NAME

(L/N)= YOUR LAST NAME

I WILL ADD MORE IF NEEDED.

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I knocked on the door of Daveed Diggs' house, my boyfriend Luca standing a bit behind me. We were gonna be hanging out with Daveed and his girlfriend. "I'm so excited!" Luca chirped, brushing his brown, shaggy hair out of his blue eyes. "I haven't see Jalene in so long!"

   I rolled my eyes. "You saw her just a few days ago, babe."

   "I know!" Luca whined. "That's way too long!"

   I sighed, giggling quietly. Oh, him and Jalene. Luca was extremely close to Jalene Goodwin, Daveed's girlfriend, while I was much closer to Mr. Diggs himself. He had been my best friend ever since kindergarten. It's weird to think that a friendship could even last that long.

   My mind started to think about the time Daveed and I had first met.

   I smiled to myself. Ah, what a wonderful day that was...

   ~Kindergarten flashback that no one asked for!!!~

   Humming a tune, five-year-old me was clutching a blue crayon, using it to make a strange creation of scribbles. I was enjoying being an anti-social brat while all the other kids ran around and talked to each other.

   But my peace had to be ruined by a tall kid approaching me, turning his head to the side curiously. "What're you drawing?" he asked, eyeing my abomination.

   "Uh...just a pony..," I mumbled in response, looking up at the kid.

   He had light brown skin, had brown eyes, and the floofiest hair I've ever seen. To this day, I've never seen hair that floofy. He smiled. "Looks good!" the kid said, sitting down beside me.

   My shyness levels increased. "Th-thanks..," I stammered, putting down the blue crayon and studying the "pony" I had made.

   "What's your name?" the kid asked. He clearly did not get the hint that I wanted to be left alone.

   But I couldn't just say that. Do you know how crushing that would be to a five-year-old? Besides, he'd probably snitch on me.

   So I sighed and defeatedly turned to him. "(Y-Y/N) (L/N). What about you..?"

   The kid held out his hand with another friendly smile. "Daveed Diggs. Nice to meet you."

   I almost told the kid called Daveed that his name was the strangest thing I'd ever heard, but even at five years old, I knew I had to have somewhat of a filter. "Nice to meet you as well," I said, letting a small smile slip for the first time, shaking his hand.

   Daveed got a piece of paper and grabbed the blue crayon that I was previously using. "Hey, can I draw with you?"

   I thought for a minute. Daveed didn't seem that bad, and I definitely needed a friend. So I nodded. "Sure."

   Daveed began scribbling on his own piece of paper, his creation even more bizarre than mine. But I had to give him credit for trying. His drawing made me snort, and once I did, I immediately regretted it.

   Daveed looked over at me with those brown eyes of his, making me turn my head away. I grabbed another piece of paper, hoping that Daveed would still wanna hang out with me.