Typical-Life

It’s exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.
إنّه لمثيرٌ أن تجد أجزاءً منك في شخصٍ آخر.
—  Zaidalhouraniquotes
  • Dazai: How are you going to impress me on our first date? ;)
  • Chuuya: How about this: I'll actually show up.
Buying It

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

request: That Lin x reader was super cute? I wanna request a Daveed x reader where Daveed meets reader at a coffee shop and asks them on a fake date because his friends won’t leave him alone.

summary: reader is at a coffee shop alone before work one morning when daveed, lin, and oak come in making a big scene of themselves. 

warnings: none, just fluff

words: 1226

a/n: this is my first request fill and my first diggs fic as well, so i hope it’s good you all like it! (don’t forget, my requests are open, so feel free to pop in and request anything you want to see!)


A typical day in your life was pretty mundane; in fact, it felt like your entire life was that way. You’ve been an intern at the New York Times since graduating from NYU a year ago, just waiting for a job opening there. You were next in line for an office position writing articles for submissions, and frankly you couldn’t be more excited.

But for now, you were stuck getting coffee for your co-workers on a daily basis for no pay. It was all about working your way up.

You were on your way into work one morning and made a stop at the coffee shop to pick up all the regular orders. While waiting for the drinks, you took a seat in the back corner of the coffee shop and tapped your fingers on the table absently.

A soft ding rang out through the small place and three men filed in, their loud voices filling the air of the building. People didn’t usually come into this coffee shop, which was one reason you loved it so much, so having three very loud men interrupt your quiet morning irked you.

You mumbled a few swears under your breath and looked over at the men sitting across the coffee shop from you. As soon as you made eye contact with one of them, a man with dark curls and thick framed glasses, they resigned to quiet whispers, much to your relief.

“You see that girl? She’s cute,” Oak murmured to Daveed and Lin.

“Course I see her,” Daveed hissed under his breath.

Lin looked at the two of them. “Oak, you’ve got a girl already.”

“Ayyee, I didn’t say I was making a move, Lin! What about you, Diggs? You think she’s cute?”

Diggs glanced over at you before averting his eyes over to his friends again, shrugging nonchalantly. “Sure, but what of it? I can’t ask her out, she rolled her eyes the moment we walked in here. No way she’d be interested.”

“No way to find out unless you go for it.” Oak nudged Daveed with his elbow, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, which caused him to roll his eyes.

“I’m ordering a coffee.” He pushed his chair away from their table and made his way to the counter, ordering himself a coffee.

You couldn’t help it when your gaze followed him all the way to the counter, taking note of his appearance. He was in a tight grey tee that had “Oakland” in bold letters, but that isn’t what caught your eye; it was the muscles that looked like they could tear the shirt open at any given moment.

His friends must have caught you staring because they started hooting and the loudest of the group ran up to him, whispering something in his ear, then the man with the afro was shoved towards you. He stumbled over his long legs before standing up straight, offering a toothy smile.

“Oh, hey! I’m sorry if my friends and I disturbed you. We, uh, don’t usually come here and when we do, nobody else is here,” he stammered, causing you to raise an amused eyebrow.

“Don’t stress it. You are…?” You took a sip of your coffee and looked up at the man.

“Daveed Diggs, those are my friends, Lin and Oak. Oak’s the loudest one, it’s impossible to see him before you hear him.”

You snorted a laugh. “I heard all of you guys before I saw you, not just him. I thought there were easily a dozen of you when I heard you guys. Frankly I wasn’t expecting a pretty face.”

He sat in the chair across from you and grinned; you’d clearly brought up his confidence level and ego with that compliment. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here, I think my friends would rip off my head if I went back over so quickly.”

“Not a problem. I come here every morning, so a little bit of a change is nice. How do you know your two friends?”

“I met them through work, we work on the block together. The one with the ponytail wrote this new musical, it’s about Alexander Hamilton, and we all play big roles in it.”

“You mean to tell me that Lin-Manuel Miranda, actual musical genius, thinks you should ask me out?”

“Well, when you say it that way.. They’re gonna be bugging me all day if I don’t get your number.  They’ll search all over New York City to find you again, and I don’t even have your name.”

“Hm.. As tempting as it is to have the cast of Hamilton searching the city for me, I’ll spare you the humiliation and give you my number.” You had a teasing tone to your voice, letting out a soft giggle.

Daveed handed his phone to you with a new contact page up and you entered in your cell number and name with a few emojis, passing the phone back once you finished. You heard a few cheers and shouts from the peanut gallery across the coffee shop, so you giggled.

“It’s good to finally have a name to the pretty face.” He showed a bright smile. “Why do you have half a dozen coffees in front of you? Do you just live off of caffeine?” He asked, as if he suddenly realized the carrier filled with coffees for your co-workers.

You just started laughing at the comment, shaking your head slowly. “No, no. I’m an intern at New York TImes, I pick up coffees before going in every day. I gave myself time this morning to get coffee myself.”

“Oh! Well that makes a lot more sense than an extreme caffeine addiction. Are you into journalism then?”

“I majored in journalism and writing at NYU, I’ve been working as an unpaid intern for about a year and I’m next in line for a promotion, so it…” You trailed off when you realized he was looking at his phone and you cleared your throat.

His head whipped up to look at you. “I’m sorry, they just started a group chat. Lin says if I don’t ask you out soon, he’s gonna come over and do it himself.”

“Is that so?” You laughed out.

“He says we’re really hitting it off, so they’re definitely buying it. I’m busy all of this afternoon, but I can take you out for dinner tonight if you want. Y’know, just to sell it even more.”

You had smirk on your face while he spoke, surprisingly smooth for how nervous he seemed.

“You don’t have to say yes, but I’ll admit it may hurt my ego if you say no. Even if it’s just to avoid Lin and Oak’s mocking. We gotta sell it,” Daveed joked and looked at you hopefully.

It took you a minute to ponder the idea but you finally replied, “I think that would be a lot of fun. I have to get going or I’ll be late to work.”  

You stood to your feet with the coffee carrier in your hand, winking over to the two staring at you across the room. “I’ll see you tonight.” To really sell it, you leaned in and kissed Daveed on the cheek before you left, beaming from the interaction. Maybe you would have to come to this coffee shop more often.

Imagine Erik Finding Out That You, His Young Daughter, Have Inherited His Powers

Originally posted by timestolaugh

“Slow down, Erik, what are you on about?” Charles frowned through the phone.

“Y/N has- she’s- she’s like me, Charles!” Erik sputtered. He had you in one arm, and you were squirming in an attempt to ‘do the magic’ again. You had always been very enchanted by your father when he did little magic tricks with his metallokinesis to entertain you, and you were only concerned with your joy of possessing ‘the magic’ as well.

“NO, Y/N, no, no no, we do not do that with those!” Erik said quickly, moving the silverware you had begun to float out of your sight. He pulled the phone back over to his ear to hear what Charles had to say about it. It didn’t quite matter if he had moved the dangerous utensils; you had found something else to play with.

“Just bring her to the mansion, I’ll run a few simple tests I do with the students, she’ll be fine, Erik.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll bring her up in the morning,” Erik sighed. He hung up the phone with a breath of relief, only to look down at you.

“Papa, look!” you giggled; his old, worn Magneto helmet rested loosely over your head. Memories around that helmet flooded his mind, both good and bad. He had tried to hurt in that headpiece. He had tried to kill, and he had wanted to keep that part of his past far away from you.

However, looking down at the innocence in your eyes, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe, where he had become a symbol of hate, you could be one of hope.

(For @silverwingedfox)

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Put On A Good Show - Chapter 3 - A Painted Face
By Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Overwatch (Video Game)
Relationship: Junkrat | Jamison Fawkes/Roadhog | Mako Rutledge
Characters: Junkrat | Jamison FawkesRoadhog | Mako Rutledge
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Circus, Alternate Universe - 19th Century, more AUs to ruin my goddamn life, Period-Typical Racism, Abuse, Frottage

Summary: Mako joins the circus and meets a peculiar fool

Yo I fucking did it. Have some gentle lovin’.

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