Little Miranda Daveed DiggsxReader

Trying to wake up Daveed was like trying to move a 600 pound boulder by yourself. Impossible.

At first I just kissed him on the forehead. Nothing. Then I started to whisper his name. Nothing. Then I took off the blanket. Not even a stir. Then I shook his head back and forth. Again, nothing.

So I gave up and went back to my vanity in the dressing room. I needed to get home, and Daveed won't wake up. I rested my hands in the desk and looked down at my sketches.

There was Angelica's dress, Madison's outfit, and Hamiltons outfit for Act 2.

I pulled the other sketches out from the drawer in the desk and looked through the stack.

Most of the costumes were done. I just had to finish King George, Angelica, one of Hamiltons outfits, and Jefferson's.

Then I felt two arms wrap around my waist.

"Hey" he said behind me with his raspy voice.

"Hey" I responded while dropping the pile of sketches and leaning against his back and looking in the vanity mirror at us.

His face was buried in my neck, as we were slightly swaying back and forth. His scent filling my nose, his white hoodie contrasting with the color of his skin perfectly. His hair tangled and messy from his nap.

"Do you wanna come back to my place?"
He said with his head still in my neck and his arms still secure around my waist.

"Mhm." I responded as I tuned around in his arms to look at his face.

He looked tired. He looked adorable.

"Let's go home." He said as he planted a kiss on my lips and started walking out of the room with his arm around my shoulder.

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The car ride was silent. But it was comforting silence. I offered to drive but he wouldn't let me.

I couldn't complain though. He looked incredibly hot with one hand on the stirring wheel, the other holding mine, eyes focused ahead, his eyebrows furrowing every few moments.

And with that, we made it to his apartment, and he got out of the car and unlocked the door to the apartment.

We walked in to a man sitting on the couch.

"RAFA!" Daveed screamed when he saw him.

"Daveed!!" Said the man who I assumed was Daveeds roommate.

They went in for some kind of weird bro hug as they both turned towards me.

"Y/N, this is Rafael, my roommate. Rafael this is Y/N, my...?"

He looked at me with confusion in his eyes. How do you explain our relationship, if that. We weren't dating, but we certainly weren't regular friends.

Regular friends don't sleep in each other's beds and sneak kisses to avoid suspicion.

But regardless.

"I'm his friend." I said behold going in to shake his hand.

I looked back at Daveed for a split second and saw disdain in his eyes.

"Nice you meet you." He responded with a big smile on his face.

"So. Tell me about your trip." Said daveed while turning back to the couch.

I let them catch up and went to Daveed's room. I didn't have clothes so I just went into his closet and found the biggest hoodie, and the smallest pair of sweatpants, praying to god that they weren't too big.

I changed, and folded my clothes and put them on his dresser to take with me the next morning. And sat down in bed.

Daveed's room was simple. You could tell a lot about a person depending on their room. Rooms with Knick knacks and clutter could mean two things. Either they're a horder, or they're sentimental. Rooms with no decorations simply just doesn't spend time in their room, those people were always busy and never home, total extroverts.

Daveed's room was plain. It had two end tables with his bed in the middle. The walls were on off white. He was some trophies and medals which I assumed were from high school. There was a television on the wall opposite the bed, and I few posters around the room.

But nevertheless you'd know that Daveed lived in the room. It was his for sure.

Then he walked in and stood with his hands in his pockets at the door. Then out of nowhere he closed to door and jumped on me.

"Oh my god what are you doing?" I asked while laughing.

"You're beautiful." He responded while looking me in the eyes.

Gosh I could get lost in his eyes all day. I could look at his beautiful face for the rest of eternity.

"You're perfect." I said back.

"I'm far from perfect Y/N. But you, you're pretty damn close to it."

"Mm" I respond while running my hands through his hair. He shuffled up and kissed me.

"I'm gonna get changed, then I'm gonna go to bed." He said as he moved off of me. He got an change of clothes and before he walked out he said:

"Nice hoodie by the way."

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A few minutes later he came back in the room in sweatpants instead of jeans and no shirt, with his hair tied back.

I felt myself blush as he climbed into bed next to me. Blushing was the only thing I couldn't control, and I hated that.

"You're blushing." He said.

"Shut up." I mumbled while turning on my side and covering myself with the blanket. I felt him shift and pull me to his chest while he rested his hand on my stomach. I wrapped my hand around his arm and held the back of his hand.

And just like that. We fell into a peaceful sleep. With our alarms set for 8:30 a.m.

A/N- so I haven't posted in a while because I've been going through hell. But I wanted to post something so here you go.