Lil Sis (Daveed x Reader) Platonic Pt. 6
A/N: YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE. ENJOY THIS PART, IT’S A DOOZY
“Good morning,” you said brightly to Daveed as he entered the kitchen. He didn’t reply, just ran a hand through his curls and sat down at the breakfast bar.
“No, that’ll only dehydrate you more. Here, drink up,” you said, handing him a glass of water and some ibuprofen you had found in a cabinet. Daveed threw the pills in his mouth and started to chug the glass of water.
“Woah there, slowly. Drinking water fast isn’t good for you,” you said. Daveed slowed down, putting the glass down on the counter. You put half of the eggs on a plate in front of him, along with a fork.
“Where did you learn to cook?” Daveed asked gruffly.
“How do you think I eat at the theater?” You questioned, “speaking of which, can we head over there early? I have some things I want to run over before the show starts,” you told him as you shoveled food in your mouth, eager to get back to the theater.
“Yeah, whenever you want to go, I’ll walk you over,” he said.
“Great, I’m going to go change, and then we can go,” you said quickly.
“No, I’m going to take a shower and wake up a little. Then we’ll go,” he countered, taking a slow bite of his eggs.
“Fine, but I’m showering first,” you said, jumping up and washing your dish before scampering off to where your bag of clothes was. You thought you heard Daveed mumble something about being “too chirpy” as you flew past him. You took a hot shower, something you didn’t always get. At the Richard Rodgers, you took sink showers. They sounded bad, but you had been doing it for so long, and it was easy when you were the only one there. When you got dressed, you threw your hair on top of your head in a bun and then exited the bathroom. Daveed was nowhere in sight, so you plopped on the couch and waited for him to get ready.
Daveed surprised you by leaning out of the recording room you had spent the night in, headphones on his ears.
“You’ll never guess what happened,” he said. You raised your head in interest.
“Last night when I was putting music on for you, I played a drum beat I had laying around. I was supposed to record a track over it later this week,” he said.
“Tell me something I don’t know Daveed, you were drunk last night, not me. I remember everything,” you told him.
“Right, but while I was in my drunken state, I accidentally hit the record button. And you!” He pointed at you, full of excitement.
“You rapped over the beat and it recorded!!” he said, practically jumping up and down in the doorway.
“Ok? It wasn’t my best rap though, I was tired,” you reminded him.
“It doesn’t matter, this is great! I didn’t even think about having you record here!”
“Daveed, go take a shower. I want to go,” you whined. Daveed just grinned at you, pulling off the headphones and putting them in the booth. He walked across the apartment, going and taking a shower. When he finished, he came back out and laid across you on the couch.
“Sorry about last night,” you said to him.
“Nah, that was my fault. I totally overreacted,” he replied.
“Wait, you remember?” you asked.
“No, I just remember being really angry. I’m assuming it was an overreaction. Why was I angry?” he asked with a laugh.
“Rafa was hitting on me,” you reminded him.
“Oh yeah,” he said, his face falling.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m sure he’s a great guy. I don’t blame anyone for the events of last night,” you reassured him.
“If you say so Lil Sis,” he answered. You gave him a smile before pushing him off of your lap and onto the floor.
“Ow!” He complained, though you knew he was overreacting.
“Get up you big baby, I want to go home,” you said, getting up. Daveed stood up, a gleam in his eyes.
“Oh no,” was all you managed to get out before he grabbed your legs and threw you over his shoulder. He bent down and scooped up your bag with his left hand, his right hand still firmly around you.
“Daveed! Put me down!” You griped, but your big brother didn’t listen. He just headed out the door, making sure it shut behind him, and started walking down the hall to the elevator. You gave up struggling as Daveed entered the elevator.
“You know, this looks like you’re kidnapping me,” you mused.
“But in reality I’m reverse kidnapping you,” he said proudly.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Kidnappers take you away from home forcibly. I’m taking you home forcibly,” he said.
“Wouldn’t have taken much convincing,” you quipped as he stepped out of the elevator and through the lobby.
“This is going to look so weird,” you complained as he stepped onto the street.
“How am I going to make sure you make it back to the theater safe?”
“By walking with me like a normal human being?”
“Where’s the fun in that though?” he asked.
“What happened to the raging hangover you had that rendered you incapable of cooking your own breakfast?” you questioned.
“Your rap was so good it scared the hangover away,” he said.
“Ok but that rap sucked, why are you so pleased with it?”
“Because you won’t rap onstage, but you’ll rap in the booth. I have to check with the band but I think we should feature you in the next single,” he said, finally placing you down on the sidewalk and handing you your bag.
“You’re not serious,” you said.
“I am. I don’t know why I never thought of it before. Your Ham4Ham proved the people love you, so it wouldn’t be an issue selling,” he said.
“Ok, but I want to write it beforehand. Give me some time,” you told him.
“Of course. I’ll record the rest of the track this week, then send you the demo. There’ll be a space where you can put whatever you want. When you’re ready, we can go back to my place and lay down your layer,” he said.
“Fine,” you said, giving in. Daveed grinned the whole way to the theater. You let yourself in, using the spare key you had, then went to your room and threw your bag down. You went to the stage and started preparing, with Daveed on your heels the whole time. He was gushing over his idea, telling you all of the things you’d need to know before writing your verse. Eventually, the rest of the cast and crew joined you in the theater, some looking more hungover than others.
“(y/n) since you’re a party animal now, the rest of the crew is having a party next weekend, you should come,” one of the other techies said to you offhand as you prepared for the performance. You nodded.
“Sure, why not,” you agreed.
The show ran well, and afterwards you went back to your room and grabbed a notebook. Instead of waiting for Daveed to get undressed or finish taking shots, you shut your door and went up onto the roof. You stayed up there for a while, gazing into the hazy city sky as planes and helicopters blinked past.
“(y/n)?” you heard Oak say. You sat up, noticing him by the door.
“Everyone’s freaking out downstairs. We thought you were kidnapped or something. Nobody could find you,” he said, sitting down next to you.
“You mean ‘Daveed’s freaking out downstairs, Daveed thought I was kidnapped, and Daveed couldn’t find me?” you asked.
“Well, yeah, but we all like to say goodnight too!” he defended.
“Fair enough. I was just up here looking at the sky,” you said.
“See anything interesting?”
“Just some helicopters. Daveed wants me to record a guest verse in the new Clipping single. I thought I’d get some good inspiration,” you said.
“That’s huge!” Oak smiled.
“Well, sort of. I’m honored that he thinks I’m good enough to put on his track, but if it does well, people will want them to perform it. Which means I’ll have to perform it,” you said.
“Cross that bridge when you get there, enjoy the experience while it’s here,” Oak said. You sat in silence for a minute, before you spoke.
“I miss the stars. I grew up upstate, on a lake. I’d take my grandpa’s boat out at midnight and watch the stars from the middle of the lake. It was so peaceful. There are billions of stars all across the sky, and on nights where there was a small moon, you could see the Milky Way,” you pointed across the sky, before gasping and grabbing your journal and starting to write words.
“Oh my gosh. Thanks Oak!” You said after you had finished scribbling down some notes. You threw an arm over him in a hug, before getting up.
“I’ll go tell Daveed I’m not dead now,” you said. Oak followed with a chuckle.
“You are something, (y/n),” he said.
You emerged from the staircase and headed towards your room, seeing Anthony, Pippa, and Lin along the way. They all started yelling that they found you.
“Oak found me. I wasn’t lost either. I was just up on the roof,” you said.
“I thought you were dead,” Daveed said as you entered your room.
“Come on, D. You know me better than that,” you said as you lay down in your bed. Daveed put on some music, then bid you goodnight. You neglected to tell him about the crew party, knowing that he’d freak out about it.
