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Falling In Love After Val

1 follower | Collin x reader | 262 words

request: Anonymous said: How does Collin deal with falling in love after Val?

a/n: this is the last of the requests in my inbox woo!! hope you enjoy these!

summary: some headcanons about what falling in love (both in general and specifically with reader) is like for Collin after he and Val break up!

warnings: none!

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It's very difficult for him at first

Collin’s an affectionate person so not having somebody to love in that way feels very empty to him

That makes him even happier to have found you

However, he’s now much more aware of the fact that you can leave whenever you want

He's terrified of you seeing him get as violent as he did in front of Val

That's another reason why he tends to be much sweeter with you than anyone else

He definitely needs a bit of assurance that you still love him every once in a while

Since he and Val broke up, he missed having somebody to be soft with

Miles isn't exactly what you'd call soft

He’s more like a sea urchin actually but whatever

Now that he has somebody to really be affectionate with again, he does it as often as he can

It took a little while for Collin to reach that point, though

You both got a lot more emotionally close before you got physically close in any way

Saying “I love you” probably wouldn't be as much of a hurdle as you'd think

It takes Collin a while to sort out how he feels but once he knows, he knows

He's only nervous about whether you feel the same way

He would probably show you off to Val just a little bit, too

He just walks into work one day with his arm around your waist

And you just stare at him like?? boy?? why??

It bothers you sometimes but you always end up blushing

#collin hoskins #collin hoskins x reader #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #blindspotting #blindspotting headcanon #daulaires writes #collin x reader #rafael casal #reader insert #blindspotting movie

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Greek Mythology

Greek mythology has always been a fascination that inspired me in many ways. At my elementary school, we were required to check out books every week and I was always checking out mythology books, of any sorts. In particular, the Hades and Persephone myth has drawn me in, offering an explanation to why seasons exist in our world. The creativity that manifests within these myths is captivating and motivating. These myths offer explanations for every phenomenon and occurrence in our lives. For example, the Hesperides are responsible for casting the glow of sunrises and sunsets. There aren’t many phenomena that go without explanation. Every story and myth lends to the idea that there is a greater being influencing every aspect of our lives. The Greeks purposefully created this lifestyle, allowing everyone to have some influence on their daily lives. If they sacrifice something to Demeter, the goddess of the agriculture, they may have better luck with farming. If they have a bad farming season, they know that they made Demeter upset in some capacity. Greek mythology has long influenced many forms of art, literature, cultural standards, and societal ideals. While the gods and goddesses are no longer worshiped as they used to be, they still serve as an influence and inspiration to many. The Greek myths initially became relevant around 18th century BC, recorded primarily through spoken tradition and pictorial representation. Throughout the years, people started writing the stories down and translating them, but the stories were long a part of the culture and history. 

https://www.greekmythology.com

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“Love Never Dies, Babe.”

11 followers | Collin x reader | 743 words

request: Anonymous said: HC for Collin and reader finally being able to have time/money to go on a date??

a/n: I was gonna make this pure fluff but then I decided to be a terrible person and make it painful so that’s how this ended up as a drabble lol I swear I love Collin,, I gave it a happy ending

summary: Collin and reader are having a nice, chill date- until a police car shakes them both up.

warnings: angst, crying, PTSD portrayal, slight police brutality mention

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“You ready, baby?” Collin poked his head into the bedroom, where you were checking your hair one last time. “Yeah, let’s go.” You smiled and walked towards him, taking his hand and stretching up to kiss his cheek. One Uber ride later, you and Collin were on the sidewalk in front of the new Kwik Way. You had passed it a few times but never eaten there. “Isn’t this the place Miles hates now?” You looked up at him in question. “Yeah, they got good fries though. They’re wedges now.” Collin smiled and took you by the waist, pulling you with him to go order.

After you had both finished eating, you decided to walk home since a soft breeze had picked up and it was nice outside. As the two of you made your way to your apartment, both of your shoes hitting the sidewalk as you went and your hand in his, the breeze picked up a little. You shivered slightly, looking up hopefully at Collin and squeezing his hand as he talked to you. He stopped and sighed, smiling softly. He knew exactly what you wanted. He let go of your hand and shrugged his jacket off. As he turned to hand the jacket to you, he froze, the jacket hanging from his hand between the two of you. 

“Collin?” You froze with him as your stomach turned to ice. You turned slowly, unsure of what you would find behind you. Then, there it was, in all of its malevolent, official glory, gleaming even in the dim lighting: a police car. You were paralyzed as it crawled gradually towards then past the two of you, lights on but no siren blaring, the man inside it obscured by shadows except for his badge. It turned the corner and you shakily reached for the hand that wasn’t clutching the jacket, holding it like you would lose him if you let go again. Collin met your eyes. His own eyes were shining as he squeezed your hand. “Collin?” You whispered his name this time, not trusting your voice to be steady if you spoke louder. “Let’s go home, baby.” His voice was hoarse and strained but still soft. “Okay.” You gently took the jacket from his hands and draped it over your left arm, taking Collin’s hand with your right. Neither of you said a word.

You locked the door to your apartment behind you, Collin staying near you. You turned back around and Collin pulled you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso in an instant. He gently trembled against you and buried his face in your hair. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood there or when you had started crying too, but eventually he pulled away, still breathing a little shakily. “Can we go to bed?” You nodded.

Once the two of you had changed for bed and settled in, you felt Collin shift next to you. You turned around to see him staring at you intently. Your eyes met and you smiled up at him. “Are you okay?” You asked, your voice more stable now, reaching for his hand in the darkness. Collin needed you; you could hold on. He nodded. “I just… got scared,” he paused for a moment, his eyes flicking away from yours for a split second, “I mean, you were there, Y/n. That makes it so much worse.” You tightened your grip on his hand. Collin wrapped his arms around you, sighing anxiously. 

“I'm not going anywhere, Collin,” You mumbled against his chest, holding him closer, “Even if something happened, even if the worst thing you can ever imagine came true, I will always be right here,” you nuzzled closer to his chest and stared up at the pitch black ceiling. Tears rolled down your cheeks almost unnoticed as you continued, “because I will always love you, even if you don't always love me. And love never dies, babe. No matter what happens, no matter how far away I am and for how long, I promise that you can always count on me to love you. As long as I love you, I'll never really leave your side, okay?”

“Okay,” Collin whispered after a heartbeat, kissing your forehead softly and exhaling. “I love you, Y/n.” He tightened his grip on you as he spoke. “I love you too, Collin.” You closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

#collin hoskins #collin hoskins x reader #collin x reader #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs #blindspotting #blindspotting movie #ptsd #crying #angst #racism #tw #rafael casal #daulaires writes

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One Day More- Lafayette x reader (Chapter 5)

17 followers | Lafayette x reader | 897 words

~☆~ chapter five ~☆~

a/n: I’m pretty sure nobody still cares about this series, but I want to see this through as well as I can before I move on to other stuff, so here’s chapter five! Side note: Angelica gives the best advice tbfh

summary: ok so the first 4 chapters of this fic have been lost forever, so I’ll give a better summary of the plot so far- y/n and laf are partnered on a project on Les Miserables, start to crush on each other, etc. One day, Laf forgets something of his at the park as they study, and y/n brings it back to him. She meets Thomas and he helps her find where he practices. Laf gets spooked by how happy y/n looks with Thomas, passive aggression ensues, and y/n vents to Ang, who is her roommate.

warnings: crying, cursing, the f word

previously: 

He reluctantly made eye contact with you. “Y/n.” Laf’s monotone shook your resolve slightly, but you continued. “You- you left your blanket in the park.” You stumbled over your words slightly and recovered. He glanced disdainfully at the blanket as you held it up for him. “Thank you.” Laf took the blanket, turning away from you without another word. You stood still for what felt like forever. He felt a pang of guilt as he kept his back to you but stayed still. Everything seemed cold to you, but your eyes burned. You turned and walked away as quickly as you could without making a scene. Thomas smirked and set his bag near Laf. He knew nothing was going on between you and him, but Laf obviously didn’t. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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You slammed the door to your dorm, dropping your bag by the door. Angelica stood up from the couch as you entered the kitchen. “Y/n? You okay?” You stood at the counter, taking a shaky breath. A brief silence hung in the air before Angelica broke it again. “Oh, honey. Come sit down.” She settled back on the couch and patted the space next to her. The next thing you knew, tears were spilling out of your eyes as you told her what had happened. Angelica rubbed your back gently. “I’m gonna kill Laf,” She said lowly, “Who does he think he is, giving you the cold shoulder all of a sudden? You’re his project partner, for fuck’s sake!” You sighed, your voice breaking, “I don’t know, Ang, I don’t know. I just wish I could go back to when I didn’t have to think about it.” Angelica sat thinking for a moment. “You said that you were walking with another guy?” She began, moving her hand from your back. You nodded and she continued, “What was his name again?” 

“Uh, he said his name was Thomas… why does it matter?” 

“Oh, honey…” 

“What? What’s wrong with me walking with him?” 

“Thomas and Laf… they’ve got history. They knew each other while Thomas was in France, and they had a fight right after Laf transferred. From what I heard, Thomas has some serious jealousy issues, and he didn’t handle the fact that Laf was making new friends very well. He ended up turning a couple of his older friends against him. It was not pretty.”

“Why does Laf care that he was walking with me, though? And why did he have to be so cold about it? How was I supposed to know?”  Fresh tears rolled onto your cheeks as you started to grow hysterical.

“Whoa, whoa,” Angelica tried to calm you down, her voice soft, “I know it’s not your fault, y/n. It’s his. I know Laf; he doesn’t really do well with confrontation. He’ll figure it out. He just needs time to feel sorry for himself and then he’ll get his head out of his own ass.”

“But I liked him, Ang! Now everything’s a mess…”

Angelica hugged you from the side, sighing into your hair. “I know, honey. I know. It’ll be over soon, I promise.” You sniffed into her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her side.

The next morning, you forced your eyes open in bed. As soon as you had rolled out of bed and stood up, a wave of dread washed over you as you realized that you had literature class with Laf today. You didn’t have an excuse not to go; it was half an hour away but you had more than enough time to make it there. You sighed and rubbed the sleep from your eyes as well as you could, then stumbled out of your fuzzy socks and pulled on the nearest clean shirt with a pair of sweatpants and sneakers.

You took a deep breath as you stood in the classroom’s doorway. Laf made eye contact with you from his usual seat as you walked in and immediately looked away. Just as you managed to find a seat at a safe distance from him, Professor Washington’s voice cut above the hum of conversation.

“Alright, please sit next to your partners to work on the end-of-semester project! Begin whenever you’re ready.” Your blood froze as you slowly turned to face Laf again. He avoided your gaze as you trudged to the chair next to him and sat down as quietly as possible. You took a deep breath to ground yourself. You turned to see him staring at the carpet and broke the silence.

“Do… you want to get started?”

Laf didn’t react, his face seemingly carved from stone as he watched the floor.

“Sure.”

After a painful few moments of silence, you swallowed the lump in your throat and spoke up. “How much farther did you get in the book? Since we met, I mean.” Laf’s gaze still burned into the carpet. “Not far.” Breathing deep, you tried again. “Laf?” His eyes rose to meet yours as he responded this time. “What?” Your back straightened and you braced yourself for the conversation you were about to begin. “What- what did I do wrong? Ever since I went to your swim practice you’ve- I dunno- been really- I guess I’m just being stupid, sorry-” You avoided eye contact with him yourself now. The silence between the two of you lasted until the end of class. After a few hours of numbly running errands, tears finally sprang to your eyes as you pulled your dorm keys out.

“Hey, Y/n!” You turned to the right at the sound of a vaguely familiar voice. Your gaze landed on Thomas. His grin slumped as he noticed your shining eyes. A few minutes later and you were sitting on your couch with a mug in your hands. “What happened?” Thomas spoke up from his seat next to you after a short pause. “It’s just Laf, I guess. He’s been really cold lately and I don’t know why.” You sniffed. He fought the urge to smirk and maintained his sympathetic expression. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Y/n. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not that I… actually-” 

“Yes?”

“Tell me… about you and Laf.”

#one day more daularies #daulaires writes #lafayette x reader #lafayette #reader insert #hamilton x reader #hamilton fic #lafayette fic #hamilton modern au #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs #renee elise goldsberry #thomas jefferson

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Miles x Plant-loving!reader

0 followers | Miles x reader | 203 words

request: Anonymous said: Just a bunch of Miles and reader headcannons?

a/n: This is so self-indulgent of me lol but I hope you enjoy!

summary: Headcanons for Miles with a plant-loving reader 🌷

warnings: none!

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Miles thinks it’s so cute when you name them

He knows all their names

Sometimes he’ll sarcastically greet the plants because he’s a little shit

He’ll take that secret to his g r a v e though

Sometimes he goes with you to pick out pots for new plants

Even though he’s generally happy about your plants, he gets annoyed as they accumulate on windowsills a lot

He wouldn’t dare touch them though

The only other time he resents your plants is when you spend more time taking care of them after work than you do paying him attention

He usually just gently takes whatever you use to water them out of your hands from behind and pulls you away

He’s too smooth for his own good sometimes tbh

He’s probably the only person you know who actually pays attention to you when you talk about your plants too

Ashley takes a small interest but she’s never been too into plants

Collin tries but it’s not really interesting to him either

Val is polite but she’s busy most of the time

In the end, it’s another reason to spend time with you and he loves it when you get excited about your plants

#miles x reader #miles x plant-loving!reader #miles blindspotting #blindspotting #rafael casal #daveed diggs #jasmine cephas jones #reader insert #rafael casal x reader #daulaires writes #rafal casal hc #headcanon #blindspotting headcanon

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“I’ll Always Be Here”

14 followers | Ashley x reader | 597 words

request: Anonymous said: Hey if you write for Ashley would you feel okay doing a Drabble where the reader (female) is Ashley’s friend and owns a café and like the reader is Ashley’s emotional support when things get messy with Miles or Sean needs to be babysat? Tysm ❤️❤️ - commander Viking

a/n: okay I wasn't sure if you meant this platonically or not, so I left it open to interpretation :)) had the idea to combine the two and have reader go over right after The Great Miles Fuckup to be Ashley's emotional support AND babysit Sean, how do ya like them apples

P.S. I love your anon name so much sksksk

warnings: crying, potential child death, lots of angst in general, gun/gun death mention, Miles mention

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Your phone buzzed in your pocket as you sat at home, comfortably settled on your worn couch. Pulling it out, you saw in the fading light that Ashley was calling you. You picked up.

"Hey, Ash!" You greeted.

“Y/n?” Ashley sniffled into the phone. Your stomach dropped. You knew what crying meant. Ashley would only cry for a few reasons and they were almost always related to Miles or Sean.

“Ashley, what’s going on? Are you okay?” You tried to sound calm, knowing that your question had an obvious answer. Still, you waited for her response with bated breath.

“I- I don’t know, I don’t know,” Ashley’s voice broke and your heart broke right along with it, “Miles- he bought a gun- Sean found it and I-”

“Sean what? Is he alright?” Your whole body felt clammy as you stood up, already reaching for your keys.

“Sean’s okay, he’s fine, I just- I need to not be alone right now, Y/n.” Her voice was calmer now, but still vulnerable.

“Okay, I’ll be there in fifteen minutes, Ash.” You pulled your shoes on and opened the door to your apartment.

“Okay.” She said softly before you hung up and locked your door, mind buzzing with worry and anger.

Fifteen minutes later, you were knocking on her door. After a moment, she answered it. You caught a glimpse of her eyes- they were rimmed with red- before you pulled her in for a hug. Ashley began to sob against your chest as you stood in the doorway. You gently stroked her hair as she shook against you. “Oh, Ash,” you said softly, “It’s gonna be okay.” Eventually, she pulled away, wiping the tears from her face. “Do you wanna come in?” Ashley turned and pushed the door open wider as she spoke. “Sure.” You stepped in after her, sitting across from her at the table. You spoke up after a brief silence. 

“Do you need anything?”

“Um... some tea would be nice.”

After a few minutes, you sat down in front of her again, sliding the mug of tea you had prepared over the table to her. She thanked you quietly and silence fell again, only broken by the sound of her sipping. You spoke up for the second time. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Ashley looked up from her mug. Taking a shaky breath, she told you the whole story. When she was done, you were angrier than before. “I’m gonna fucking kill Miles.” You clenched your fists where they rested on the table. “Yeah.” Ashley trailed off, looking in the direction of Sean’s room sadly. “What can I do to help, Ash? Not just tea this time.” Ashley exhaled, laughing shakily. “I don’t know, Y/n. This might just be a me and Miles thing that we gotta work out,” she sighed, rubbing her eyes and looking back at you, “Can you just stay for a little longer? I know you have work tomorrow, and Miles is probably gonna come back late, but...” “I can stay for a couple of hours if that’s okay.” Ashley nodded, managing a small smile. 

You spent the next two hours sitting with her and watching a rom-com. You laughed and cried through it with her, and she ended up resting her head on your shoulder. As the credits rolled, you shifted in your seat. Ashley sat up, and you stood with her. “Call me tomorrow, okay?” You said as you hugged her goodbye. “Okay. And Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being here.”

You smiled.

“I always will be.”

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Taco Espionage 1

28 followers | taco espionage- something original! | 1134 words

a/n: okay, okay, I AM still working on One Day More but I wanted to keep putting other work out there in the meantime. Here’s the first chapter of a short(ish) original story I’ve been working on featuring my boy Camren and the folks at Del’s Tacos.

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A gap year sounded nice. Take a break from studying, make some better friends, get a job, maybe save up a little. I guess only my parents can tell you why in the nine circles of hell I was saving for a degree I didn't even know I wanted. In all honesty, though, I actually accomplished more of my goals this year than I have in… well, my entire life. I'm not exactly a perfectionist, okay? That being said, I think anyone can agree that getting a job, setting up a career path, and establishing a network of friends and/or likable business associates who can kill me in seventy different ways is a pretty good start to adult life.

It all started with a really intense craving for Mexican food one Saturday afternoon. I'm not talking a "hey, I could really go for some Mexican food right now" type of craving- I mean like an "it's three in the afternoon and I didn't eat lunch because nothing but Mexican food will live up to my brain's expectations of what good food is right now. great job, Camren!" kind of craving. Should I have made a sandwich from my fridge to conserve the already-low funds in my bank account? Maybe. I did tell you I'm not a perfectionist, though, right? This may not have been my finest moment, but it had been a rough week and I figured some self-care was in order after a long seven days of sitting at home, filling out job applications, and gracefully ignoring the comments my parents made about my future and/or the state of my bedroom. I swiped my keys from the hook by the front door and turned to grab my wallet and bent over to check my hair in the hallway mirror. Kind of ruffled but cute. Okay. Outfit? Pretty proud of that, too- although I couldn’t see most of it since I’m, like, six feet tall and, in all honesty, fairly wide, too. I definitely got a little fatter after quitting swim. Back at the front door, I called back, "I'm getting food, be back in an hour." Dead silence. I winced. It was Saturday, so Mom was grocery shopping and Dad was out with friends. I  was talking to an empty house. It wasn't the first time, but still.

In an effort to not eat boring food, I scanned Google Maps for some not-totally-disgusting pictures of tacos. Remember how I said I’m not a perfectionist? I meant in all areas except for food. If the experience of eating something isn’t mind-blowing, I don’t want to eat whatever it is. I usually make it to at least the second page of results when I’m looking for a new restaurant, but this time something right at the top caught my eye. Mouth-watering (yes, I mean literally mouth-watering) pictures of tamales, frijoles, and burritos greeted me. I didn’t bother getting more details than the pictures and the place’s four-and-a-half-star rating. This was it. 

Fifteen minutes later, I pulled into a shopping center that looked like the owner had just googled “modern-looking but cheap to decorate buildings” and showed the results to the re-modelers. When I had parked and found my way to the front of the restaurant, all I could do was stare for a moment. It was like a taco shop out of time- a purple and green neon sign at the top read "Del's" and the facade was painted a refreshing orange-ish pink. It was the only storefront that didn’t look soul-suckingly average. Inside, past the glare of a blue and red "open" sign against the kind-of-tinted glass, I could just barely make out a walk-up counter and some booths. The place was totally empty except for a woman in a purple polo shirt and visor behind the counter. By the time I reached the counter myself, I was ready to empty my entire bank account to get whatever it was that was making this place smell so good. The woman smiled calmly and walked over to me. 

By the time she got within a few feet of me at the counter, I almost felt like I knew her already. She looked exactly like my mom. Her dark, tightly coiled curls were just barely visible tied up in a tight knot over her visor. She had creases in her forehead but her skin was still a deep, warm brown. I half expected her to give me a look and ask if I had filled out any more job applications. Just then, though, a woman burst through the doors and advanced to hover at the counter. The person behind the counter, whose name tag read “Zenia”, raised her eyebrows and turned back to me without a word to the other customer. “Welcome to Del’s. What can I get you?”  I was about to open my mouth to ask about their tacos when the sound of the insistently clacking nails of the other customer (we’ll call her Karen as a placeholder) gave way to a sharp bark. “Excuse me, could I get some service here?” Karen broke in. Zenia turned to her, eyebrows somehow arching higher than before, and, without a word, she motioned to someone back in the kitchen. I managed to place my order in peace. As Zenia printed my receipt and strode back to the kitchen, though, I began to hear snatches of an escalating conversation to my right.

“What do you mean you won’t take my credit card? It’s valid, isn’t it?” Karen was jabbing her finger down at the person helping her on the other side of the counter. I wouldn’t really have been concerned, but that person, also wearing a purple polo, was about one good shove away from falling off the stool she was standing on. The girl behind the counter inhaled sharply, squared her shoulders, and resolutely looked up from the register. “Apparently not, no. I’m sorry, we can’t accept the card.” I didn’t remember Karen’s nails looking quite as deadly as they did just then. They really matched the death glare she had going on. With a face redder than the vinyl booths behind us, Karen reared her finger back, flexed her jaw muscles, and let loose a strangled and vaguely well-contained whine. “This is ridiculous! I pay my card off every month and you’re telling me you can’t make your stupid machine take my money?”

“...Yes? If you wanna pay with another card or cash, then I can-”

“No, I don’t have another card. What’s wrong with the one I have?”

“Like I said, it’s been decli-”

“What kind of business is this? You think you can just tell me I’m not allowed to buy food here? I’ve never had such awful customer service in my life!”

At this point I had pretty much frozen in place at the register, unsure whether this was something I should involve myself in or not. Zenia materialized next to the girl on the stool, laying a hand on her shoulder, and settled a steely gaze on Karen. “Excuse me, what’s the problem here?”

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OKAY THATS ALL I HAVE LOL TO BE CONTINUED

#taco espionage #daulaires writes #short story