Can I get a Daveed fic pls? 28 - Love confession alongside 28 - “If I kissed you right now, what would you do?”
“So Rafa tells me you’re pretty cool.” You smile as you approach the man standing by the dessert table. He’s tall and his hair hangs around his face in braided tresses. He wears a flat billed had with a circular tree symbol embellished on the front. He smiles as you speak to him, teeth showing bright behind his grin.
“And he could never begin to describe how pretty you are.” He replies smoothly, causing a blush to spread over your cheeks. “Daveed.” He holds out his hand, prompting you to shake and your name falls from your lips with barely a stutter as you do so.
“What would you do if I kissed you right now?” Daveed asks, speaking barely above the volume of his own breath.
The room had gone dark, the music ending with the lights and pumping air conditioning. By now, the alarmed yelling of the crowd around you had died down. The pitch blackness is only accompanied by quiet conversations while people wait for the power to return.
“I don’t know.” You reply truthfully. “Do it.” You dare, a shot of thrilling energy pumps through your veins and you wait a few seconds unsure of what he will do.
He follows your orders and you feel yourself floating from the ground, inflated by his lips against yours, defying gravity with merely a kiss.
“I love you.” You blurt. You don’t know how else, or when else to say it. You love him.
He stares at you for a moment, silent while he waits for his head to wrap around what you’ve just told him. You love him? Without a doubt, he knows what his response will be, but the words don’t come out of his mouth.
“You don’t have to say it back.” You begin, “I just… wanted you to know.”
“I love you.” He finally echoes you, declaring the words as a complete mirror of your own. “I love you too.” He repeats.
“Do you, Daveed Diggs, take Y/N L/N as your lawfully wedded spouse?”
“I do.” He slips the ring onto your finger, holding onto your hand a few seconds before dropping it.
“And do you, Y/N, take Daveed Diggs as your lawfully wedded spouse?”
“I do.” You feel tears streaming down your cheeks as you put the ring on his finger. You grin up at him excitedly, suddenly unsure whether or not you’re dreaming.
“You may kiss.” The officiant finishes decisively.
Your hand cups Daveed’s cheek as you kiss, and his scruff tickles your palm. With his hand securely against your lower back, he dips you and brings you back upright before finally breaking the kiss, a beam on his face that perfectly mirrors your own.
I guess this is kind of three situations but it was sorta the only way I could think to put them together. I hope you liked it!
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