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cassnottiel · 5 years

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hello!!! i've never sent a prompt before so i don't know if im doing this wrong or right lmao but for deke prompts could i suggest one where simmons or fitz (or them together) get protective of him maybe?

Deke Shaw was confused almost all the time. Confused and frustrated.

He was confused in the future when a group of SHIELD agents hijacked his life. When he tried to distance himself from the organization only to have his company attacked by a bizarro Coulson. That time he was trapped with May, Daisy, Bizzaro Coulson and the Australian psychopath with the atom bomb he had to try and defuse. And then the time he got possessed by an alien.

Confused and frustrated. Mostly confused.

And now, he was on the verge of a shootout with whatever they were up against this week. He wasn't even an official SHIELD agent. He didnt know how it started. He was so confused.

Deke got even more confused when the bullets started flying and people started shouting.

He dove for cover and turned the safety off on his gun. He was about to start shooting when May crouched down next to him. She set down a briefcase full of artifacts they were supposed to study.

"Get this back to the jet." May ordered and jumped back into the fray before Deke could respond.

Deke was about to yell after her, to ask how the hell he was supposed to get out, but decided against it. She was already busy with beating someone to half to death. He sighed.

Deke took the case by the handle in his left hand and ducked to a different source of cover, shooting at the enemy with the glock in his right. Whoever he was near would cover him as he made his way to the exit, until he was ten feet away. That's when he got shot.

A stray bullet whizzed past Daisy and lodged itself into Dekes hip. He went down with a shouted swear. But he didn't forget his mission, he hugged the briefcase with both of his arms as he hissed in pain. Nobody paid him any mind as he laid injured on the floor.

Well, nobody on his team paid him any mind. People on the other team? They paid attention to the idiot holding the precious cargo. A big, scary man went unnoticed as he walked up to Deke.

Deke would have yelled out, asked for help, but Scary Man drew his gun and pointed it straight at Dekes forehead.

"Hand that over and you won't get any more injured than you already are." Scary Man said, just loud enough to be heard over the fight.

Deke bit back his fear and glared at the man, hugging the case tighter to his chest. He opened his mouth to shoot back some smartass comment, but it died in his throat when another bullet tore through his left shoulder.

"Give me the case." Scary Man said slowly when Deke didn't drop it. "Or the next one ends up in your brain."

"Go to Hell." Deke said through a clenched jaw. Scary Man raised his gun again.

"You first."

Deke was bleeding fast, with two entrance wounds and one exit. He flinched back and turned his head away, ready for his impending doom, but it never came.

When Deke opened his eyes again, Scary Man had dropped his gun and had a bullet hole through his wrist. Fitz stood a few feet away, a murderous look in his eyes.

"Get away from my grandson, you bastard." Fitz said dangerously. Scary Man could only be confused for a few seconds, because Fitz shot him with three icers.

As soon as the body hit the floor, Fitz was kneeling down next to Deke.

Dekes vision was getting fuzzy and dark around the edges, probably due to all the blood loss. But he didn't have time to pass out. He had to get the briefcase to the jet.

"Thanks, Bobo." Deke said as loud as her could with the amount of blood leaving his body. "Help me get up, will you?" He dropped the case and tried to sit up.

Dekes vision went white and he almost fainted. He groaned and screwed his eyes shut, barely fighting when Fitz gently pushed him back to lie down.

"No, no no, please-" Deke gasped out when Fitz put pressure on the shoulder wound. "May told me to get the case to the jet, I need to--"

"Shut up and save your strength." Firz snapped, shooting a glare to somewhere Deke couldn't see. "I'll take care of the case. You need to see Jemma."

Dekes vision was swimming, and he could barely hear anything anymore. "No, no. Don't make Nana worry. She--" he coughed, and something warm and wet trickled down his chin.

"Deke?" Fitz's voice had a strange note of panic. "Deke, come on, mate. Stay with me. Stay awake."

Deke did not stay awake. He passed out.

He woke up back in the Lighthouse, in the infirmary. The bright lights assaulted his eyes and he groaned, bringing a hand up to rub his face.

"Oh, thank God!"

Deke almost flinched at the sudden voice. He looked over and saw Simmons. She looked pale and tired as she checked over his vitals.

"Hey, Nana," Dekes voice cracked from not being used in a while, "you okay?"

Simmons laughed, like it was a stupid question to ask. Deke furrowed his brow in confusion.

"You lost almost a third of your blood volume after being shot twice, and you're asking me if I'm alright." Simmons gave a watery smile as she sat down next to his recovery bed.

"That's a lot of blood." Deke blinked in surprise. "Am I alright?"

"You needed a transfusion. Fitz gave two pints, I gave one." Simmons said softly.

Deke was lost for words. He started stammering. "Thank you." He finally stuttered out after what felt like an hour. "Like, thank you. And Fitz, thank you both so much."

Simmons laughed weakly. "There's no need to thank us, we're family." She set her hand on his as Deke rapidly blinked the tiredness out of his eyes.

"Well, thank you anyway." Deke smiled and bit back a yawn.

"You're still a little low on blood." Simmons said softly. "You need to rest."

Deke nodded the best he could and let his head fall back on the pillow. He closed his eyes and drifted off to unconsciousness.

He woke next to a loud scoff, a slamming door, and an exclamation.

"The nerve of the idiots that work here!" Jemma Simmons said angrily. Someone to Dekes left startled.

"Bloody hell, Jemma!" Fitz hissed. "Be quiet, you could wake him up!"

Even though Deke was awake, he couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. He was still so tired.

"Sorry, sorry." Simmons sighed. "It's just--" Deke heard her lean against something as she struggled for the right word. "--the complete disrespect!"

Fitz set something down on the bedside table. "What happened?"

"One of the newer recruits was talking about the mission and he said Deke shouldn't have been there." Simmons wasn't angry, she was furious. And based on the sound Fitz made, he was feeling something similar. "Said he was a liability and he shouldn't be allowed in the field."

"That's ridiculous!" Fitz said, a little but louder than needed. Deke let out a quiet groan and he shifted slightly without opening his eyes. Fitz and Simmons both went quiet.

Deke was hearing them, but he wasn't quite listening. Their conversation was more background noise than anything else.

After a minute, the conversation started up again, quieter this time.

"That's ridiculous." Fitz repeated, this time in a whisper. "He got shot twice and still completed the mission."

"I know!" Simmons sounded indignant. "He put himself in harm's way for them, and they go and say he's useless when he's anything but."

There was a moment of silence.

"Are we acting like grandparents?" Fitz's voice was quiet and confused. Simmons laughed.

"I think we are."

"Huh," Fitz huffed, "feels weird."

There was another moment of silence.

"Are we telling him about this?"

"Oh, absolutely not."

"Can you two please shut up?" Deke didn't bother opening his eyes when he asked. "I'm tired."

That certainly shut them up.

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angelicrome · 6 years

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history repeats itself ✦ c.h

This is a part 2 of TEMPER, but y’all can still read it.

✽ requests or just feedback - masterlist

pairing: calum hood x reader

warning: no. read it. enjoy it. look forward to part 3. that’s an order.

author’s note: this is a part 2 of temper, folks, but you can just read the resume if y’all don’t want to read the first part because this is SO much better.

✽ RESUME: Calum finally convinced his best friend to go to a party even though she really did not want to. At the party, Y/N tries to kiss Luke but gets rejected. She becomes frustrated because she is in love with Calum and he has a girlfriend. She tells Luke that - but he tells her that he doesn’t anymore. She downs a few shots of strong alcohol before Calum comes up to her and says that they ‘need to talk’. And that's what you missed you GLEE. (im so sorry i couldn’t stop myself).

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The cold was biting your nose. You actually had no idea what time it was - it could be late evening or early morning to you, it felt the same. Your eyes were hazy, your body was drained and it felt like your brain was going to explode. The last couple of hours played on repeat inside your mind. You tried to kiss Luke, for goodness sake.

You could hear the music from inside and could almost feel the bass and the rhythm which calmed you down a bit, even though you were in the middle of panicking. Calum somehow convinced the bartender to use the red backdoor - that was so heavy you were sure it was made of stone - to get a little space because the front door was packed with people in front of it. And both you and Calum could use some fresh air. The bartender let you out to a beautiful little spot outside and gave you a beer each on the way out. Honestly, he was the best bartender you’ve ever met. And he was kind of handsome - maybe he was the just the right way to get over Calum.

You crossed your arms, not because you were mad or sad, just because it was cold and your cheap leather jacket really didn’t do much to keep the cold away from you.

“It’s getting colder,” you laughed nervously because you didn't know what to say. The silence between you and Calum was awful, it was just in the air and poking at you. You couldn’t read his face at all.

“Yeah,” He mumbled, chugging a bit on the beer. You were sitting around a broken, round table that looked like it came from an old diner and on some old garden chairs. You imagined that it was here the employees would take a break, get some water before they would have to handle all of the drunk people inside of the club. You looked straight into his face as he purposely looked away from you. His cheeks were flustered and redder than usual.

“Okay, listen, you can’t just take me out here and say that we need to talk and then just not talk to me.” You raised your voice a little bit but regretted it as soon as he looked at the grown, his lips trembling - you couldn’t tell if it was from anger or sorrow.

“You kissed Luke.” His lips were without a doubt trembling because of anger. His face was red and his eyes were filled with some kind of darkness.

“I tried to, but I got rejected.”

“That doesn’t matter.” He stood up from the chair with power, making it peep a little and you were sure that it was going to break if he sat down again. He held the beer in his hand so tight that the glass might actually break from his grip.

“He didn’t kiss me back.” You crossed your legs and leaned back in the chair, your head tilting slightly and a frown appearing on your lips. It was none of his business. “Why do you even care?”

“Because…” He stretched the word, not knowing what to say. You got curious and mad and was just waiting for him to say the right thing.

“What?” You snapped. “Why do you care? Huh, Calum!”

“Because it's so-not-like-you to do that kind of thing!” He was waving his hands all around the place. “Something is wrong, Y/N, and I know that, because you would not kiss Luke unless you were sad or whatever!”

You stood up in anger, making your chair fall backwards. “Sad? You think I’m fucking sad! No, listen to me you, big fucking man-child, I am not sad.” Tears started welling up in your eyes, which actually just made you look sad. You took three steps to get closer to Calum. The beat of the club had died out and all you could feel, all you could hear was the beat of your own heart as you yelled at your best friend and Calum’s heavy panting.

“Then what? You won’t tell me, am I just supposed to guess? You think I’m suddenly a mind reader, Y/N?”

A devilish grin spread on your face. “Fuck you.” You sang the words and you could feel a single tear running down your cheek, but you just neglected it. You let Calum see how broken and mad you were, how irritated he had made you. “Fuck you, Calum, and your double standards! You want me to tell you something when you won’t even tell me anything anymore!”

“What are you talking about?” His voice was a small, irritated whisper and he closed his eyes shortly as you were standing there, beer in your hand and with a boiling red face. He didn’t want you to feel this way and you knew that.

“Luke had to tell me. That you and that girlfriend broke up. So ex-girlfriend now.” You crossed your arms and stared at him, trying the best not to sound petty. It was barely a day since the two broke up and he hadn’t gotten around to tell you yet. It was a shitty reason to be mad and it was definitely not the real reason why you were mad.

“Are you fucking joking?” He laughed, his arms dangling around his body as he turned to the side and put the beer on the ground. He stayed there, squatting and pulled out a cigarette. The silence was among the two of you as he exhaled and inhaled, smoking in and out. The smoke looked pretty when it was hit by the right lighting of the moon.

“No.” He then said quietly and you weren’t sure what to responds. His face was away from you, all you could see was his black locks and he gave up on the squatting to stand up again, keeping your eyes locked. “You not mad about me not telling you.”

“Why not?” You felt defeated. He saw right through you.

“Because you’re not such a drama queen. You’re usually… undramatic.” You raised your eyebrow at him. “Okay, maybe not undramatic to all, but to me you are. You’ve never started a fight with me before.”

You didn’t respond. You couldn’t. You just stood completely still as Calum took another inhale. You hated smoking, but it felt wrong to point it out at that moment.

“You stopped calling me, okay. That’s why I knew something was wrong.” Calum mumbled as he blew the smoke out. Ugh, the smell of nicotine made you want to puke. “I miss you.” He muttered.

You stood five meters apart from each other. He looked so relaxed and in control and you looked so tense and angry. Like a ticking bomb - and he was doing his best to defuse you.

“I just want to talk to you again.” He murmured with the cigarette in between his lips. It disgusted you that you still wanted to kiss him so badly, even with a cigarette in his mouth.

“There’s no easy way to explain it.” You said with a sigh, knowing there were two possibilities now. Could you even explain how much you loved him to him or should you just keep it the way things were? Tell him that you just missed your best friend, too.

“Try your best. You’re better with words than I am.” Calum smirked and sat down with the old table you had been sitting around at first. That was a lie, you thought to yourself. Calum had a way around words, making the most beautiful sentences sound so effortlessly and the most simple sentences sound so well-thought. You would just ramble when you were talking.

You lifted your chair up because you had furiously tipped it over. You sat down and it felt quiet and peaceful looking into Calum’s eyes. Like silence before the storm. The smell of nicotine and alcohol filled the air and the sound of loud music and thumping people sounded in your ears. The moons shined down on the small diner table, reflecting the light in Calum’s eyes.

“Remember in high school where we didn’t really talk that much? Because you were in love with me and you were scared that if you told me, our friendship would just crumble?” You managed to say through your stuttering and Calum nodded, his eyes empty. The thought of you liking him was already planted in his brain and you couldn’t read his face - did he like the thought or did he hate it? “Well, history repeats itself,” you chuckled and bit your bottom lip.

Silence, yet another time, hit the two of you. This time it was awkward and painful and long. Did he understand what you had just told him? You put your elbows on the table and hid your face as it was getting a bright-red colour. You could feel the embarrassment to your core.

“Say something, say something, say something.” You whispered in your hands, not sure if he heard it or not. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, like saying those words out loud had pushed all the air out of your lungs.

“Just... let me get this right,” Calum began slowly with a foggy gaze and you looked up with a sob, still leaning your head on your hands. His mouth seemed to form an O, even when he was talking. “You are, right now, in love with me, currently.” He stumbled over his words in shock.

You took a deep inhale and sighed very loudly. “Yes.” You leaned back in the chair and nodded. It all seemed so awkward and wrong. This was not the way it was supposed to go. Where was the big swooping kiss you had dreamt of? The truth was, and you knew it deep inside, he didn’t feel the same and that big swooping kiss would never come.

“Well, fuck me.” He said, his eyes almost popping out of his head. “You can’t just tell me that after I just got out of a relationship, yo. Like that’s just-“

“Wrong? Awful? Painful?”

“Bad timing,” Calum said, taking a deep inhale of the cigarette he had been holding on pause for a time. “I can’t even think straight right now.”

Your heart was pounding and you gasped for air as you were about to say something before Calum cut you off.

“They’re playing Moving Along,” Calum said and pointed to the club. “Maybe we should go inside.”

“Yeah, maybe.” A frown formed on your face and tears started welling up in your eyes. You wanted to throw up, then you wanted to cry your heart out and then take five more shots. Calum stood up and stubbed the cigarette out on the ground. You could feel the actual heartache as he opened the heavy back door and the music got louder and more detailed.

“You coming?” He asked, his voice so quiet and deep yet it had such a big impact on you. It hurt like hell, his voice saying that in such a tone. And the lyric was just too close to home.

Is it wrong if I tell you that I love ya?

Even though I'd never do it when I'm sober

Is it wrong? So wrong

“Yeah,” You got up and followed him inside.

As you got inside, you caught Ashton’s eye and even though he was on the dance floor, singing his heart out to his own song, his happy-face faded as he saw your expression.

You ok? He mimed as he watched how Calum slowly made it to the bar to get a drink for the two of you. You nodded as an answer and let him go back to his happy drunk dancing. You didn’t want to ruin his moment nor his whole night.

The club was a pretty simple club and seemed small and way too crowded. The flashing lights barely lit up the room which gave it a creepy vibe. Calum handed you a margarita, one of your favourite drink and took a sip of his own whiskey. Calum usually didn’t drink whiskey unless he was in need of a break - maybe that was exactly why he drank it right now. It was all too much for him, you thought. You shouldn’t have told him.

You didn’t say anything to each other. Even though you felt a striking agony because you just got rejected by, what you thought was, the love of your life, you also felt relieved and light. Your darkest secret just got told to the one person who shouldn’t know about it and it felt like the stone shield - that had been over your heart for so long - just disappeared. You felt so tired and relaxed that you were scared you were just gonna pass out right in the middle of the club.

And exactly as you thought that the flashing lights became slurred and your legs got weaker. Dots started appearing instead of your regular sight, your head got really heavy and sudden nausea formed in your stomach. You tapped Calum on his shoulder to tell him that you were feeling sick, but before you knew of it you passed out on the dirty club floor. The last thing you heard was. Calum’s “Fuck, I did this” and then your body and head went completely numb.

longer author’s note: so, yes, there will be a part 3, i think. i don’t think i’ll make it a series because that’s too much commitment, but a three-part-series i can overcome that - especially when two out of three parts are already written. so look forward to the next part and ye, tell me your thoughts about this one :)))

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