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vivid4am · 2 years

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Life Goes On (Chapter 11)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam, Bucky, and Y/N are in Madripoor. Y/N finally gets to see the Winter Soldier in action.

Warnings: Language, TFATWS spoilers

A/N: Sorry for the year long wait! I had really really REALLY bad writer's block, but I'm hoping to finally finish this fic. It's what y'all deserve for being so kind. Also, I google translated the Russian from the show as best as I could. It's not perfect, but we'll pretend that it is. Thanks!

Chapter 10

The thing that Y/N noticed immediately as she stepped off the plane was the humidity. The air felt thick and stuffy in Madripoor.

Madripoor is an island in Southeast Asia run by, you guessed it, a rotating variety of criminal gangs and terrorist groups. Y/N’s blood thrummed as she read up on the country during the flight.

Thankfully the A/C in Zeno’s hideout was still working, despite him not being there for a while. Zemo had given Sam and Y/N fake identities that they would hide under. Powerful people who no one would dare try to touch. Bucky didn’t need one, as everyone already knew him as the Winter Soldier.

Y/N was hesitant. Sure, she could pull off a few lies, but to try and fake out criminals? Liars who could spot liars? That would be difficult for her to do.

What was even more difficult was the lack of choice she got in her clothing. Y/N wore a short black mini dress with swirled silver glitter adorned to it. Her hair was pulled up, which was helpful considering the heat. The dress hugged her in all the right places and she was afraid that would stir up trouble. The black strap heels she wore dug into her ankles but she tried not to complain.

She took on the identity of Katrina Stachová, a daughter of an affluent man from the Czech Republic who did most of his dealings in Madripoor. Katrina Stanchová was apparently also involved with Conrad Mack, the Smiling Tiger, aka Sam Wilson.

With Zemo in the lead, the four marched towards their disastrous plan. Despite the numerous criminals that roamed the streets of Madripoor, Y/N was astounded by the country at night. The bright purple and blue lights lit up the skyline. The smell of the ocean was a little sour and foul, but Y/N disregarded it as best as she could.

“We have to do something about this,” Sam sighed. “I look like a pimp and Y/N looks like a lady of the night.” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“No offense.” Sam grumbled.

“Only an American would think that a fashion-forward black man looks like a pimp and the lovely Lisichika resembles a lady of the night. It’s called fitting into your surroundings.” Zemo argued back with Sam. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming, African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

Y/N laughed. “God, he even has a bad nickname.” She said, playfully hitting Sam on the arm. Zemo took the phone out of his coat pocket and handed it over to Sam. On the phone was an almost identical match to Sam. To the untrained eye, one would say that Sam and Conrad are identical twins. However, upon closer inspection, there is a mole under Conrad’s left eye, while Sam is without one. Zemo must think that the others won’t get close enough to notice.

Y/N heaved a heavy inhale through the nose and then out the mouth. Everything was just starting to settle in for her. She felt terrified.

“You smell this?” Zemo asked, breaking Y/N out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, what is that? Acid?” Sam replied.

“Madripoor,” Zemo replied. “No matter what happens, we have to stay in character,” He coached. “Our lives depend on it. There’s no margin for error.”

The group came upon a black car that was waiting for them on the bridge. It was parked perpendicular to the bridge, almost blocking their way. Sweat broke out on Y/N’s forehead. She felt sick to her stomach with nerves.

“High Town’s that way.” Zemo said, motioning to the skyline in front of them. “Not a bad place if you want to visit,” Zemo opened the door to the car, Bucky following in the back seat to let Sam and Y/N in. He hasn’t spoken a word at all tonight. And that makes Y/N really nervous. Y/N zoned out of the rest of the conversation, doing her best to pull herself together so she doesn’t sell them out before their plan of trickery even starts.

On the ride toward the club, the car is surrounded by bikes that seem to escort the quartet. Y/N swallowed hard and chewed on the inside of her cheek. She thought she was doing really well, holding herself together, thought that no one noticed.

Bucky’s fingers grabbed her hand, slowly intertwining their fingers together.

Oh, She thought. Bucky noticed.

Soon enough, the four arrived at their destination. Bucky subtly calmed Y/N’s nerves by holding her hand in the car. But now, she noticed, he was on high alert. He made sure that Y/N was in front of him the entire time and looked around his surroundings for any immediate threats. Zemo led the sailing group through a sea of people. Criminals making deals, counting cash, and yelling threats at one another.

When they made it inside the club, Bucky notice Y/N tense up, her shoulders almost touching her ears. She looked like she wanted to crawl and hide away. It took a moment for Bucky to realize that she was uncomfortable being around a bunch of men in a crowded unfamiliar place. Not just men, he reminded himself, criminals.

Bucky closely trailed behind Y/N careful to not let her out of his sight. Zemo, ahead of the group announced in a loud voice so that everyone was aware of his presence. “Я готов отвечить зимний солдат?”

Ready to comply, Winter Soldier?

Bucky's jaw clenched at the phrase. He swallowed thickly, eyes trained on what was in front of him. An attempt to ground him. Y/N.

Whispers broke out around the group. Whispers about the Winter Soldier being here. Shocked gasps entered his ears, making his skin crawl in disgust. He hated himself like this.

Bucky stood idly by the bar while Zemo, Sam, and Y/N ordered their “usual” drinks. It took every bit of Bucky’s strength to hold himself together when Sam almost threw up over his snake shot. Y/N downed her martini without thinking twice. Bucky leaned on the bar, as he watched this tall man, bald and bearded with many tattoos approach Zemo from behind.

He cleared his throat, causing Zemo to turn around. “Got word from on high. You ain’t welcome here.” The man said, head nudging towards the upstairs balcony. Zemo, cool and collective replied, “I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me..” He then turned to Bucky. Bucky’s stone-cold blue eyes glared at the man. The man smirked. “New haircut?”

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo stated, earning the man’s attention again. The man seemed to grow uncomfortable and then retreated, turning his heel and stalking away.

“A power broker, really?” Bucky scoffed.

“Every kingdom needs its’ king,” Zemo replied. “Let’s just pray we stay under his radar.”

“Do you know him?” Sam asked. Zemo shook his head. “Only by reputation. In Madripoor, he’s judge, jury, and executioner.”

“That’s one shitty justice system.” Y/N deadpanned. She picked an olive off of the toothpick of her martini. Bucky would’ve laughed at Y/N, showed some sort of appreciation for her deprecating humor, but another man, this one in a black beanie, sauntered behind the group. Bucky stood by, waiting for his orders.

Zemo sighed, seeing the man before he turned around and said,

“зимний солдат. ты атакуешь.”

Winter Soldier, attack.

It was expected for the man to grab Zemo’s shoulder.

But that’s only in T.V. shows, Bucky gathered. Nothing is ever perfect for them.

The man grabbed Y/N’s shoulder with a tight grip and Bucky immediately sprung into action.

Everything happened so fast. One minute Y/N was eating a gin-soaked olive and the next she was watching Bucky beat the living shit out of a man who grabbed her by the shoulder. Y/N watched in horror as Bucky dodged punches and then launched into attacks, metal arm clamming in human skin. Bones cracked from the sheer strength of his punches. Sam and Y/N couldn’t do anything but stand by and watch. Zemo seemed to egg him on, sending more enemies his way.

“Didn’t take much for him to fall back into form.” Zemo smirked to Sam, sending chills up Y/N’ spine. She had forgotten that this wasn’t the Bucky that she knew.

The Bucky she knew liked listening to Frank Sinatra and playing rummy with her over a few beers. The Bucky she knew would sit and listen to her babble on and on about The Beatles. And he’d never complain about it.

But this Bucky, he was cold and ruthless. It made her stomach flip and her thighs shake.

The sound of a gun cocking made Y/N freeze and quickly swallow her vile. She watched as everyone in the room loaded and cocked their guns, just as Bucky slammed his latest victim into the bar. Sam laid his hand on Bucky’s metal soldier. Zemo cleared his throat. “Stay in character, or this whole bar turns on us.” He hissed.

Y/N watched as Zemo rolled his shoulders back and placed his hand on Bucky. “Молодец, солдат.”

Well done, Soldier.

Bucky immediately snapped out of his rageful “trance”. “Selby will see you now.” The bartender stated wanting to quickly get the group out from ruining the rest of his business for the night.

Bucky let go of the man. The man slid down the bar, gasping for air. Sam, with a concerned look in his eyes, softly asked. “You good?” Bucky did nothing else but exhale sharply in reply, before turning away and following after Zemo.

Regret was drowning in his blue eyes and Y/N wanted to scream and cry for him. He didn’t want to revert back to his old self, she knew. Her heart ached for him. She wanted to wrap her arm around him and tell him everything would be just fine.

But she couldn’t.

Because now she had to face Selby.

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cursvdblxdgrs · 8 months

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[ danielle rose russell, 21, she/her ] - MARY MACDONALD is a [ 21 ] old [ CISWOMAN ], and a member of the [ GRYFFINDOR ] house. MARY is studying [ POTIONS ] in their [ TENTH ] year at hogwarts. MARY reminds people of [ FIREWORKS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, SCREAMING SILENTLY WHILE SMILING ON THE OUTSIDE, THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD BEARING ON YOUR SHOULDERS, SMILING IN THE FACE OF DANGER & DANCING IN A THUNDERSTORM ], and is siding with the [ ORDER ] during the war. but hopefully, it won’t come to that. [ courtney, she/her, 25, aest ]. pinterest

TW: parental neglect, sibling death, mentions of torture

BASICS

name: mary elouise macdonald nickname/s: mack attack, macdonald, M, any other form of her name aside from her actual name. age: 21 birth date: 10 april 1957 zodiac: aries languages spoken: english, latin, is weirdly fluent in runes ( is that. even a language idk is now ) sexuality: bisexual

FAMILY

parents: noelle macdonald ( mother ; estranged ) & edward macdonald ( father ; estranged ) siblings: sebastian macdonald ( older brother; deceased ) children: she can barely keep herself alive, thanks pets: a ginger cat named tiberius & a snowy owl named hercules

PERSONALITY

positive traits: compassionate, protective, creative, bold negative traits: stubborn, impulsive, insecure, self-destructive hobbies: arguing for the sake of it, has a vested and personal interest in poisons, reading, dueling health: depression & anxiety

MAGIC

blood status: muggleborn wand: elm wood, dragon heart-string, 11" & unyielding boggart: everyone she loves is dead and she's left all alone patronus: a manatee house + year: gryffindor + tenth year specialization: potions extra curricular: tba

noelle and edward macdonald were not made for parenthood, and that would be okay, had they not had children. but in a wild twist of fate, sebastian and mary were born alone and raised themselves alone, together, while her parents were too busy painting a picture perfect of a family they truly did not have a hand in raising. that's how it was for the first nine and a half years of mary's mundane, ordinary life, until a knock at the door and an odd conversation with a lady claiming to be a witch had told her about hogwarts. sebastian thought she was crazy.

mary just hoped it was true.

the first few years of her life at hogwarts mary can recall as a hazy dream - she had formed lifelong bonds and also tied herself with some interesting people, but deep down, mary had turned into a caring and compassionate girl. but while her bond was strengthening in the wizarding world, mary was also losing grip on her muggle life. her parents barely spoke to her and sebastian was struggling being alone for the first time in years, and slowly she had started to isolate herself as she tried to balance two lives.

and then she was fifteen and it felt like the world was on fire. except it was her world - and it was her brother and he was dead, and no amount of screaming or pleading would ever bring back sebastian. mary felt like it was her fault and it had taken her months until she accepted that it wasn't. sometimes she can still feel him in the rays of the sun; the cool breeze in spring.

mary definitely wasn't blind to the snide comments and remarks about her blood status over the years; it had thickened her skin and her smart retorts could snap a neck in half, but Mulciber had completely blindsided her - a false friendship mary had put her trust into, only to have woken up in the hospital wing a week later; just shy of 18, and barely able to remember anything but pain. it took her weeks just to piece together some of the night and the rest mary tries to forget - her trust and heart was broken, not for the first time. definitely not for the last.

now she's 21 and trying to figure out what to do with her life. obsessed with poisons and focused too much on her friends; there's no goal for her future and at times, it makes her insecure. and now, she's stopped screaming in her sleep. some nights. other nights mary lays awake at night, silently plotting her revenge against mulciber. that's all she cares about - his downfall against a small, fragile mudblood like her.

#parental neglect tw #sibling death tw #torture tw #i am putting that there just in case but . i got lazy and just skimmed her bio suhdfjk #nox;intros

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southernwyatt · 1 year

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BASICS

FULL NAME: LEE STRATTON WYATT

» MEANING: Lee [ Lee is a given name derived from a surname of English origin that means “clearing” or “meadow.” ]; Stratton [ English and Scottish: habitational name from any of several places called Stratton or Stretton almost all named with Old English strǣt 'paved road Roman road' + tūn 'enclosure settlement'.]; Wyatt [ The name Wyatt is an old English name meaning "brave at war." It is derived from the Medieval name Wyot which, itself, is a form of the given name Wigheard, with wig meaning "war" and heard meaning "brave." Alternative spellings, used by the Normans in the Middle Ages, are Wiot and Gyot.]

VERSES: The Agency; The Game; Excess Baggage.

NICKNAME(S): Only his parents call him by his given name; everyone else calls him by his last name, even his younger sister.

AGE: 42-years old.

DATE OF BIRTH: 1981 May 31st, Sunday.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Wachapreague, Virginia.

OCCUPATION: Wyatt & Parker, Co. founder and CEO; Senior Talent Agent.

RELIGION: Born Christian, non-practicing.

ORIENTATION: Bisexual; Biromantic.

GENDER: Cisgender male.

PERSONALITY

Years of meeting people broke the shell that once hid Wyatt. He no longer was the loner he once was and enjoyed people’s company. Wyatt is a charmer. He is a very good listener and even a better speaker. He can talk people into agreeing with him without them knowing it. Wyatt has the talent to adapt to each person he meets making him the perfect agent. He can connect people and meet them in their level and once he got their attention, it is easy for him to make them do what is needed to be done that often lead to their success. Some might say that Wyatt can be cocky because there are times that he is. But a lot of it is for a show, a performance in front of clients that could potentially give his talent a job. Wyatt is very persistent. He goes after what he wants and doesn’t stop until he gets it. But Wyatt is not all work. On a personal level, he is very out-going. He is open-minded and easy to talk to. He believes in giving people a chance and has a soft spot for underdogs. Wyatt is not easy to anger but when he does gets upset, everyone in the office knows about it and they stay away from him. He treats his people right and is considerate of them. He can be vengeful if was wronged. Wyatt is loyal to his friends and loves his family.

STRENGTHS: Loyal, Adaptable, Affectionate, Curious, Adventurous.

WEAKNESSES: Stubborn, Indecisive, Inconsistent, Nervous, Obsessive.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: Chris Pine.

HEIGHT: 6’0” [ 182 cm. ]

WEIGHT: 171 lbs. [ 78 kg. ]

BUILD: Athletic.

GAIT: TBA.

HAIR COLOR: Dirty blonde, with some grey.

EYE COLOR: Blue.

BIRTHMARK: TBA.

OVERVIEW:

» SCARS: A few. Details to be added.

» TATTOOS: YES. TBA.

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Wachapreague, Virginia.

RESIDENCES: Wachapreague, Virginia; NYC.

NATIONALITY: American.

ETHNICITY: Caucasian.

FINANCIAL: Upper-class.

EDUCATION LEVEL: University graduate.

DEGREES: Bachelor of Science in Media, Culture, and Communication with minor in Business of Entertainment, Media, and Technology.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English is his first language. He can converse in French and Spanish. He knows some German. He’s also been learning some Asian languages.

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Names to be added; both alive.

SIBLINGS: Younger sister.

CHILDREN: Wyatt has no biological children but he has adopted his cousin Cassie who is 13-years old and nephew Lee, 5-years old, named after him by his younger sister.

PETS: None. But the kids want a dog. NO DOGS, he said.

SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIPS: Very close with his best friend Mack.

» TBA.

HISTORY: Growing up in Wachapreague, a small fishing city in Virginia, life for Wyatt had always been uneventful. He saw very little happening in his hometown making him crave for whatever the outside world had to offer. Living in the city where generations of his family had settled for years and years, Wyatt just felt like breaking free. Not that he didn’t like or loved his home town, he just thought there was more than what he’d known most of his young life.

Being young and having such a different view about life from the crowd he lived with, it was often tough for Wyatt. At one point, Wyatt’s constant longing for whatever was out there made him appear arrogant and insensitive, not understanding why the people he knew all his life - including his parents - chose to live a simple life. He found himself questioning and wondering why his parents had to settle with the life in Wachapreague where almost nothing exciting happens. It took a while before Wyatt finally understood his old folks. It didn’t matter to them where they live. His father said that as long as they are all together, they would be happy. It just also happened that his his mother a home maker and his father a mechanic, loved Wachapreague where they were born and grew up and knew nothing else but their family and the place. Wyatt just wanted something more. Maybe because he was young and didn’t have the same sentiments his parents had, he would rather be somewhere else and this, surprisingly, his parents encouraged.

Wyatt grew up to be an intelligent man. He had always been smart and excelled in school when he was younger. Not really a popular student, Wyatt accepted that he was different from the general population of his class. He often distanced himself from kids of his own age and spent his time working as a tour guide at their city’s historic port. He also worked in the ticket booth at the local and only theater in the town.

Wyatt was very tall and very thin and wore glasses. Nobody paid him mind and no one really wanted to date him which was frustrating to him in so many different levels especially when he realized and he realized very early on that he wasn’t like his peers in a sense he felt attraction towards both men and women... But through all this he had his best friend Mack, a young girl who lived next door and was a few years younger than him. They shared something in common and that is their dream of leaving Wachapreague one day. Mack understood Wyatt more than any other person he knew and he was grateful for that.

Wyatt at first didn’t really get why the girl hung out with him but eventually he got over it and just enjoyed the girl’s company. During his younger years, Wyatt submerged himself in everything that he believed showed him the outside world; his portals through different places he wanted to visit and people he wanted to meet. He listened to different types of music, watched various TV shows, and knew every Hollywood film in existence (or so he claimed.) This passion he shared with his best friend Mack, the person he deemed to be the smartest of all the people he knew.

Later on during his junior year, Wyatt decided that he would no longer just dream about the places he wanted to see and the people he wanted to meet. He would work hard to make it happen. He would be something - someone - big and his name will be part of the world he had became very passionate about.

Wyatt who was naturally a loner, got involved in the high school’s drama group. He even volunteered at one of the town’s theater groups, doing backstage work; set design, lightning, and eventually advertising but he always wanted to be in the spot light. But sadly, Wyatt lack the talent, the grace, and the look of a potential Wachapreague local theater star but he had all the charm and personality the tourists (people he didn’t really know) enjoyed and liked and so he got stuck with the marketing piece of the productions which he tremendously enjoyed.

All through this, Wyatt also worked hard in school, realizing that education and scholarship were his only ticket out of Wachapreague. His parents might have decent amount of money saved but it wasn’t enough to send Wyatt to college. Wyatt had two other younger siblings that his parents still have to look after and take care of. He was to look after for himself now and so he did. Wyatt’s hard work eventually paid off as he was granted full-scholarship sending him to New York to attend NYU Steinhardt taking up Bachelor of Science in Media, Culture, and Communication with minor in Business of Entertainment, Media, and Technology.

Wyatt had to take on a job while he studied to support himself. Later on, he did internship at various agencies representing artists including actors, musicians, and models. Getting a small taste of the life he wanted to live, Wyatt transformed himself and absorbed everything and anything that he could learn from people that he met everyday. Through his internships he met people that later on will play a big part in shaping Wyatt-Parker & Co.

Wyatt-Parker & Co. came about a few years after Wyatt graduated from NYU. He remained in New York and worked for one of the most prestigious talent agencies in the country. Most days he worked 16 hours straight doing errands that nobody else in the office would do. Wyatt dealt with the ‘training’ for almost two years before his potential was given a chance, even then he was still considered an assistant. Wyatt learned to suck it up, once again learning everything he could learn from his boss, working to climb up the ladder until he became a junior agent. Wyatt stayed with the company for 3 to 4 more years before deciding to work solo. Although he knew that the growth of his career had a bigger chance if he stayed with the agency, but he wanted to make it on his own. There were things, ideas in his head that he would like to put into action and he could only do that if he didn’t have to answer to anyone but himself.

In 2007, armed with a few names of connections he’d made in the past and his dream of making it to the top, Wyatt started his own talent agency. The first steps were easy enough, licensing and filing necessary documents to represent people in the entertainment industry but he realized that he couldn’t do the rest by himself. He then sought his best friend, Mack’s help, convincing the young woman to gamble in the showbusiness with him.

Two years in the business, the agency then became partners with Elena Borichevsky, Mack’s friend from college, expanding the business. But the agency’s real break didn’t come until early in 2011 when well-known young British actress Kathryn Henley signed up with them. Henley’s success in the industry and her Oscar nomination put Wyatt-Parker & Co.’s on the map. Artists both newcomers and old timers wanted to be represented by them. But there are rules and standards that Wyatt believed and his agents not only look for the most talented in the industry but also the newest discoveries that had potential.

With the business’ success, Wyatt doesn’t forget where he came from and often thought about home but this is his world now and he loved every minute of it. The attention, the money, the success. He knew that all of it rooted from all their hard work and he strived to work harder. But what would happen if success suddenly started to run his life and his agency plagued with gossips and scandal? Would he think that it wasn’t as great as he thought or would he go with the flow?

ROMANTIC HISTORY: Wyatt is currently unattached. He works too much to be in a relationship although enjoys occasional encounters with people that interest him.

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Wyatt is very fond of his best friend Mack and very close with Elena as well. He is very good friends with Eirian and Damon. He is very protective of his cousin Cassie and nephew Lee whom he adopted.

THOUGHTS ON LOVE: "No time.”

HEALTH

PHOBIA(S): N/A.

HANDICAP(S): None.

MENTAL DISORDER: None; undiagnosed.

PHYSICAL DISEASE(S): None.

PREDISPOSITION(S): Depression, alcoholism.

#{ character sheet: wyatt }

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thespiritofeon · 1 year

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Bkdk

Just gonna assume you want all the questions answered so you can show all your friends how wrong I am

also idk how to make a read more on mobile so bear with me

1. Who most initiates PDA?

deku

2. Any sleep habits either had to get used to?

deku is a huge cuddler, katsuki splays out and kicks blankets off in the middle of the night

3. Hot and Steamy or Soft and Tender?

both

4. How did they first meet?

when they were babies

5. What is their love language?

insults (words of affirmation) and fighting (time together/physical touch)

6. When did they realize they loved each other?

took other people telling them they were dating one too many times

7. Who is more sentimental?

katsuki

8. What’s one way their personalities compliment one another?

.... idk read the manga

9. How are their personalities different?

again.. read the manga

10. What are some non-sexual activities they do together?

bicker. read manga. gush about heroes

11. Which member is more physically affectionate?

deku

12. Which member is more verbally affectionate?

deku

13. Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

deku

14. Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in?

mix of both - katsuki is (mostly) introverted and deku is extroverted so they compromise

15. Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason?

deku is impulsive

16. Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed?

deku stays up late

17. Who fell in love first?

deku has admired katsuki forever but realizing he has feelings for him hit him like a mack truck. katsuki fell over time and struggled with trying to figure out if his feelings were normal or Gay

18. What song fits them perfectly?

i will not say because xan disagrees

19. How do they deal with being away from each other for a long time?

theyre fine until they reunite and deku turns into a blubbering mess and katsuki is extra tactile

20. Who holds a grudge the longest?

katsuki

21. Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

im not answering this

22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?

deku

23. Who overthinks the most?

deku

24. Which of the two is the most competitive?

equal

25. Who’s the most stubborn?

equal

26. How do they comfort each other?

depends on what needs comforting from, but 90% of the time deku needs some sort of physical comfort while katsuki doesnt want to be touched

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

everything

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

yes, for the most part

29. What is their sex life like?

they have 10 kids

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

on dekus forehead, under his bangs

on katsukis arms

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

like all relationships

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

they do their best

33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

katsuki. at first he doesnt deal with them in a healthy way, but once he grows up he goes to therapy to work out his issues.

34. Do they give each other nicknames?

yes

35. What movies do they enjoy watching most?

deku loves super hero movies

katsuki loves horror

36. How’d they meet each other’s families?

in diapers

37. What do they like the least about each other?

deku likes to cook but hates to clean

katsuki goes to bed too early

38. What was their most memorable date?

the first one that wasnt interrupted by a villain attack or by their friends

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

good question!

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

deku makes katsuki smile

#andalusiannights #bkdk #long post #ask game

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shilohbright · 2 years

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( taylor russell, gender fluid, she/they ) the stowe ski resort welcomes SHILOH BRIGHT! they’re a 26 year-old PODCAST HOST. the staff says they’re quite shy, but i heard they can also be pretty NAIVE. rumor has it that THEY CAN GROW ANYTHING, and they like to spend their free time GARDENING.

* basic .

full name: shiloh adeline grant nicknames: shy age: twnety - six date of birth: 5 march hometown: taos, new mexico gender: genderfluid pronouns: she/they sexual orientation: bisexual relationship status: single living arrangements: a small apartment with her father languages spoken: english, japanese character influences: perfuma (she ra), keyleth (critical role), blake mcintyre (yesterday is history), mack (you should see me in a crown)

* physical .

fc: taylor russell hair color: brown eye color: brown height: 5'8" tattoos: a lily behind her ear piercings: ears clothing style: dressy. floral prints and flowy dresses usual expression: smiling sociability: loves groups, but also loves plants nsfw below for drug / alcohol related questions: addictions: none drug use: no alcohol use: socially, if prodded

* personality .

label: the wildflower positive traits: friendly, sympathetic negative traits: naïve, predictable hobbies: gardening

* favorites .

colour: grey music: abba movies: lord of the rings: return of the king sport: none beverage: sunkist food: mint chocolate ice cream animal: butterflies

* family .

father: derek sal grant mother: julianne sally king sibling(s): none pet(s): bitty, a small kitten

* extras .

greek zodiac: taurus element: earth celtic zodiac: willow myers briggs: infj-t / 62% introverted, 69% intuitive, 98% feeling, 56% judging, 89% turbulent enneagram: peacemaker temperament: phlegmatic seven roles: the priest moral alignment: lawful good

* basic background . / tw for divorce .

their parents weren’t really great and kind of always used shiloh as a go between for any argument they had. shiloh is a local, so her father works at the resort. their parents divorced when they were about ten. for a few years shiloh’s mom stuck around town, but she left two years after the divorce when shiloh was almost thirteen. they tended to live with their dad more than their mom after the divorce because it was easier. she has always been interested in plants and has a green thumb. shiloh basically just returned to town a bit ago after getting a master’s degree in botany. she has her own podcast where she talks about plants, which got really popular when she was in college and has now made that her full time job, though works part time at the resort.

* reason for being in the area . / they are a local that lives with their father.

#* about .#* wip .

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ao3feed-danielsousa · 9 months

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Hey Tremors

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZAX5fqD

by le_dollar_bean

Eventually Daisy surfaced from sleep. She blinked the drowsiness out of her eyes. Some of the fog from before remained but mostly her mind was clear. However, with the drug wearing off, she felt all the pain more.

“Hey Tremors.” Daisy noticed Mack staring down at her.

Daisy couldn’t help but give him a small smile. “Hey Mack”

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basically I really love macks nickname for daisy. daisy gets hurt doing space ambassador stuff and mack is there for her because they used to be partners. did I edit this? no. I'm tired

Words: 2604, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Daniel Sousa, Jemma Simmons, Kora (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.)

Relationships: Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Skye | Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa

Additional Tags: Hurt Skye | Daisy Johnson, Hurt/Comfort, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Post-Season/Series 07, Bonding, Protective Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Skye | Daisy Johnson Needs a Hug, I'm tired, and am going to sleep now

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/ZAX5fqD

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #daniel sousa #agent carter

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julesclues · 4 years

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fake dating

“please talk to me about it” // chapter 5

warnings: mentions of sex and verbal abuse

pairings: jj maybank x reader

word count: 3.35k

you wake up with a pounding headache. you thought maybe hitting your head a couple times on the wall would be better than what you were experiencing right now. you groan and look over at the nightstand next to your bed. you grab your phone and you gasp in nervousness. you had 23 miss calls from your mom and over 100 texts wondering where you were. “fuck,” you whisper, and roll to your side. your body collides with another, and you scream. “woah princess, relax, it’s me,” you hear them say. it was jj. “god jj,” you moan. he smirks and you give him a look. “when i imagine you moaning my name, it definitely doesn’t look like this,” he states. you roll your eyes and giggle with a deep red blush creeping up on your face. you slap his shoulder lightly, remembering the events from last night, and look back down at your phone. “you’re so immature,” you complain. “i have to call my parents back,” you say, sitting up. jj stretches and groans, still laying down. “us having sex reminded you of your parents?” he asks jokingly, and you let out a tiny gasp. “might i remind you jj, we didn’t have sex!” he chuckles and so do you. “i know, i know,” he sighs, pretending to be hurt. “your mom thinks we did though.” your eyes widen. “oh crap, i forgot about that,” you say, while dialing your mom’s number and hitting the ‘call’ button.

she immediately answers and starts yelling at you. “y/n i’ve been calling you all night! where are you! i was worried sick!” you look back at jj and he sits up, not breaking eye contact with you. “i’m with jj mom. we’re at john–“ she cuts you off before you can finish. “oh god y/n! i was so worried! you can’t just run off with your boyfriend to do god knows what and not tell your mother!” you sigh and get up from the bed. “mom, please. i’m fine! i’m with jj,” you repeat. ”what if something happened to you?” she asks, not knowing you had that whole confrontation with rafe. you look down at your bruised knuckles from hitting rafe in the face. you smile slightly from the satisfaction of the memory. “nothing would’ve happened to me!” you yell, pacing the room, feeling jj’s eyes follow you. “i was with jj, okay? i know you were nervous, and i’m so sorry, i lost track of time. but i wasn’t alone ma. he’ll protect me.” you turn to him and he smirks. “i’ll use protection all right,” he whispers, and you groan is disgust.

“stop being horny,” you whisper. “what did you say?” your mom asks from the other side of the phone. “nothing mom,” you say quickly, and jj laughs. “was that jj?” you hear your mom question from the other side of the phone. “yes ma.. look, i’ll be home soon, okay?” she sighs and says okay, saying she loves you and that she’ll see you soon.

“oh and one more thing y/n,” she adds on. “your father is really mad at you. he was worried too.” you scoff in disbelief. your father being worried about you? please. “yeah, sure he was mom. i bet he was shitting his pants,” you say sarcastically. jj knew you were talking about your dad. he had noticed some tension the other day he was at your house for dinner. especially when he brought it up and you shot him down. he knew something more was going on behind the scenes. he wanted to be there for you. he wanted to be the one you went to first when you needed comfort. he didn’t want you to go through anything by yourself. he knew how lonely and broken it could make a person feel.

“watch your language y/n! he was worried. just cut him some slack, okay?” you scoff after hearing your mother’s words. for all of your life, your father has treated you no better than trash. only when there were people around was when he would actually act like a father. his worry your mom kept constantly talking about, was actually a disguise for anger. he never showed it in front of your mom or little sister, but he would get really enraged when it came to you. that’s why when you tried to get help, no one would believe you. he thankfully never laid a hand on you, but there’s a first time for everything.

“whatever mom.. look, i have to go, okay?” you say, seeing jj get up and look through his closet for a better outfit other than pajamas. “okay okay. just be back in time for dinner please. oh, and bring jj!” you pinch the bridge of your nose, wishing you could just go back to bed. “mom come on, i don’t think jj would want to come back. dad’s just going to rip into him again, like he always does!” your mother huffs in anger. “y/n l/n bring your boyfriend for dinner and stop talking bad about your father!”

“goodbye mom,” you say, ignoring her and hanging up. “trouble in paradise?” jj asks, taking off his shirt to exchange it for another. you nod in agreement, biting the inside of your mouth. “what’s wrong?” he asks, slipping the shirt over his head. “why? does it look like something is wrong?” you ask back. “you bite the inside of your lip when you’re stressed,” he comments, whiling pointing to his own mouth. “you noticed that?” you question. why would jj be noticing things that not even your parents knew about you?

“yeah,” he says casually. he starts taking off his pants and your eyes go wide. “woah!” you exclaim, turning around. he laughs, as you hear the noise of his pants on the floor. your cheeks were as red as a tomato and if you were to turn around, you thought they would explode. “you’ve seen me without pants before y/n,” he says, walking to his closet to find shorts to wear. “th-that’s different,” you stutter. “you w-were in your swimsuit.” you hear him grunt while lifting up the pair of shorts. he grabs your arm and spins you around to look at him. “here,” he says, giving you his sweatshirt and some shorts. “where’d you get the girl shorts from?” you laugh. he laughs along with you and thinks. “honestly, i don’t know. they look about your size. some girl must’ve left them here.” your eyes widen as you realize what he meant. “ew! i don’t wanna wear one of your girl toy’s shorts! how did she even leave without pants..?” jj shrugs while yawning. “i’m going to the bathroom. just wear the clothes,” he says, ignoring your question.

before you could protest, jj walks into the spare bathroom and you groan, looking down at the clothes. since you didn’t think you were going to sleep over john b’s, jj gave you one of his t-shirts and boxers to sleep in. he would never admit it to you, but he thought you looked absolutely adorable in his clothes.

you start to change out of your, well, jj’s, clothes. you slip the sweatshirt over your head and almost instantly feel warmth. you take in the minor scent of weed, but the major scent of cologne. jj always found a way to smell amazing, even if he was smoking for hours straight. you loved it.

you slipped on the shorts of the unknown woman, feeling a little disgusting. you were bare foot, so you tried to find some slides or flip flops jj had that would miraculously fit you. you open his closet and are greeted by a strong whiff of his scent. his closet was actually well organized, unlike his room. you hear the toilet flush and jj walks out almost instantly, making eye contact with you. “i need shoes,” you chuckle nervously. he eyes you up and down, before meeting your e/c orbs once more. “you look hot in my clothes,” he grins. “oh my god, shut up,” you groan, feeling butterflies erupt in your stomach. “you love it,” he smirks, walking closer to you. he comes right in front of you, so tall, he might as well be hovering. “the shoes are right here,” he says in a low voice, pointing to the bottom of his closet, but still making eye contact with you. you turn your eyes from his to the shoes, and smile. “thank you!” you say enthusiastically, bending down to grab the shoes.

you felt jj still eyeing you. not knowing whether he was looking at your head or your ass, you didn’t really care. you looked hella good in those shorts anyways.

you stand back up and slip the slides on, looking up at jj. “oh i almost forgot,” you say, looking in the mirror to fix your hair. “my mom wants you to come for dinner tonight. wanna come?”

“i’ll go anywhere with you my love,” he jokes, and you chuckle. “shut up doofus.” he smiles widely and laughs. “doofus? is that a new nickname?” you turn to him and smile. “yep,” you speak softly, popping the p.

you both walk out of jj’s room, and are greeted with pope and john b. “why hello lovebirds,” john b says, raising his eyebrows. you chuckle and sit down at the kitchen island, while jj plops down on the couch. pope hands you a water bottle and you thank him while yawning. “good morning,” you smile. john b laughs and you give him a confused look. “it’s 2:30,” he chuckles. “i think you mean good afternoon.” your eyes widen when you realize you have to be at your house by 3:00. “babe, we gotta go,” you say, grabbing his hand and pulling him up from the couch with a grunt. “where are you two going? gonna go mack on each other?” john b comments, making a small blush rise up to your cheeks. “john b!” you yelp. “w-we’re going to dinner at my house,” you stutter, making jj laugh. still holding jj’s hand, you walk out of john b’s house and start walking down the street.

“you’re still holding my hand love, not that i’m complaining,” jj exclaims. you go to let go of his hand, but his grip tightens. “what’re you doing?” you ask jj. “the pouges arent here, it’s okay,” you add. “isn’t it one of the rules though? to hold hands?” you smile at the small gesture, hoping he didn’t realize you were flustered. “yo-you’re right.” quit the stuttering, you think to yourself. “then let’s go,” he says confidently.

20 minutes pass and you two finally make it to your house. you let go of jj’s hand, and groan. “my hand hurts so much,” you sigh. not saying anything, jj opens the door for you and you thank him. you’re immediately pulled into a long, awkward hug with your mom. “woah, relax ma, i’m good,” you speak in her shoulder, hesitantly wrapping your arms around her small body. “i was so worried about you! what is wrong with you?” she questions as she pulls away and slaps your chest. you roll your eyes and look into hers. “please calm down mom. i’m okay. jj and i left the midsummers early and went back to john b’s house.” she gives you a glare and squints her eyes. “and what did you do decide to do, hm?” she asks, making you groan and blush a bit. “m-mom can we just eat dinner please?” you laugh awkwardly. she finally agrees, and leads both you and jj to the kitchen, where your dad and little sister sat.

your dad looked pissed, but you tried your best not to make eye contact with him. no eye contact meant that you wouldn’t have to stir up a conversation about where you and jj were, what you were doing, and why you didn’t answer the million texts your mother sent you. you and jj sit down next to each other, as your mother walks to the stove to put the chicken in the oven. jj senses how tense you are, so he puts his hand on your thigh. you stiffen up a bit before relaxing into his touch. you were wearing shorts, so you felt the coolness of both his fingertips and rings. you don’t turn your head, but you move your eyes to look at him. he is eyeing your father, while your father is looking at your mother in the kitchen.

“so,” your father starts, making you look up at him. “where were you yesterday?” you look at jj and he gives you a small smile, calming you down a bit. “i was at midsummers but jj and i left early.” you didn’t want to tell him about the fight that went down. he would never let you hang out with jj or the other pouges ever again. “why did you leave? so you and your boy toy could get it on?” you gasp in offense and glare at your father. “my boy toy?!” you yell, as jj squeezes your thigh a bit, to try and calm you down. you ignore it, and the butterflies it sent to your stomach, and continue to get mad at your dad. “jj is my boyfriend,” you emphasize. “he’s not some fling, or something i use just to feel pleasure! he’s my boyfriend and i love him so get your shit together and be happy for me for once!” your father stands up with a loud bang, scaring both you and your sister. “dad..” your sister whispers, not used to seeing him like this. you, however, have seen him like this more times than you can count. “you’re a good for nothing whore y/n! of course jj would only be using you for your body! you think he really loves you? how could he? you’re you. and there’s no cure for that,” he hisses harshly. you take a sharp breath in, as your eyes goes wide.

“wow,” you chuckle sadly, standing up, making jj’s hand fall from your thigh. “why don’t you tell everyone how you really feel.” your eyes glisten with tears as you look at jj. “go home, okay? i’ll talk to you later.” before he could say anything, you run upstairs and slam your door.

jj turns to your father and slams his fist on the table. “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he screams. your father is taken aback by the anger in the blonde’s voice. “excuse me?” he scoffs in offense. “how dare you speak about y/n like that? i love her! i would never use her for her body. sure, we might be young, but she taught me what love is. i fell in love with her, and i’m glad i did. you’re her father. you’re supposed to love her when no one else does, or when no one else will. you’re supposed to be there for her no matter what. you’re a sorry excuse for a dad and i really hope you get help because you’ve just lost your daughter for good.”

not wanting to hear your father’s response or reaction, jj runs upstairs after you and violently knocks on the door. “leave me alone,” you cry. “y/n,” jj whispers sincerely. once you hear that it’s him, the door almost swings open immediately. you stand in front of him, your hair frizzy and eyes red and puffy. “i thought you were going home,” you sniffle. he looks at you with sad eyes and walks in your room, shutting the door with his foot behind him. “are you okay?” he asks, as you lay down on your bed. he comes to the other side and lays down next to you. he turns his head to look at you and you do the same. “yeah,” you answer falsely. his eyebrows twitch as he waits for you to continue. however, nothing else comes. “you’re not okay,” he says and you look up at the ceiling. “please talk to me about it,” he exclaims softly. you turn back to him with soft eyes, and just his look alone makes you break down.

you sob, as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest. “he always says shit like this,” you cry. your tears were getting jj’s sweatshirt wet, but he didn’t care one bit. he just hugged you tighter, hoping that if he hugged you tight enough, he could just squeeze all the sadness out. “he’s only mean to me. not my sister, not my mother. just me. what did i do so wrong that he does this? he verbally abuses me jj. he doesn’t hit me, but my god, it hurts so bad.” you knew you were putting yourself in a vulnerable place in front of jj, but you didn’t care. if anyone understood what you were going through, it was him. and you were glad to finally have someone to talk to.

“i’m so sorry,” he whispers, running his fingers through your hair as your head rests on his chest. his other hand is rubbing your back up and down, giving you chills. you giggle softly at the feeling of his fingertips and he looks down at you. “why are you laughing?” he asks with a small smile. he loved seeing you laugh. “you’re tickling me,” you admit. you lifts your chin up with his hand and raises his eyebrows. “oh yeah?” he asks, and you nod. “like this?” all of a sudden, he starts tickling your sides and stomach, making you laugh in excitement. “jj!” you yell as you laugh hard. his hands go everywhere as you try to wiggle out of his embrace, but it’s no use. he flips you over so you’re under him, and he’s on top of you, still tickling you. “okay, okay! jj, please!” you yell in laughter, tears coming out of your eyes and you move your head back and forth. he finally stops and looks down at you, as you pant trying to catch your breath.

“you’re beautiful,” he admits in a whisper. “shut up maybank,” you say with a blush, smacking him lightly in the chest. “thank you for making me feel better,” you say as you still stare into your eyes. “of course.” your eyes flicker to his lips for a quick second, wondering what it must feel like to kiss them. they must be soft, but when he’s kissing you, he’s probably rough. you try to remove the thought from your head, but when you look back up to his eyes, they’re on your lips now.

“j..?” you whisper. “yeah?” he asks in the same tone if voice. “i wa–“

ring ring

your phone rings loudly, making you jump in nervousness. you turn your head to your nightstand, as jj let’s go of you and gets off, clearing his throat with a slight blush on his cheeks. “it’s kie,” you grunt, getting off the bed, trying to forget the moment you two almost had. maybe you were just imagining it. yeah, you say to yourself. i was imagining it.

“hello?” you say, answering the phone. “hey y/n,” you hear her say. “we’re having a kegger tonight. you and jj coming?” you turn to jj and pretend to drink something, your secret signal for a kegger. he nods with a small smile. you turn around and pace around the room. “we’ll be there,” you say in excitement. “john b!” she yells. “they’ll be there!” she repeats in a scream, and you hear john b mumble an “okay.”

you hang up the phone and turn to jj. “i really don’t feel like going downstairs right now,” you admit. he smiles widely at you and plops on your bed. “what’re ya doing loser?” you ask, sitting down next to him. “let’s watch a movie!” he says, turning on your tv. “or, you know, netflix and chill,” he smirks. you roll your eyes and groan. “you’re so inappropriate maybank!”

“only for you my love.”

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emcon-imagines · 3 years

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“DATING DAISY JOHNSON (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”

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Daisy is super straightforward about how she feels about you right from the beginning

Just like, tons of flirting masked with humor

One of her favorite running jokes when she sees you around the base is to pretend you’re meeting elsewhere, like she runs into you in the kitchen and is like “come here often? what can I get you started with... perhaps some ice from the fridge?”

“Have a bowl of cereal, on the house.”

Touch is 100% her love language. She always greets you, especially if it’s after some time apart, with a really long, tight hug

Also just like small touches, little baby hugs, a touch on the shoulder, whenever she passes by you, just to say “hi I’m here!”

Or just like little nudges and brushes whenever she’s around you

And these are usually teasing, especially if she finds out you’re ticklish or something like you will get snuck up on! but then she’ll be like “hi, whatcha working on?”

She’s always super conflicted because you’re the first person she would want to have her back, but also she wants you nowhere near danger

“You scared me out there,” is a common refrain in your relationship

She really tries to have date nights off the SHIELD base, something fun, somewhere vibrant, but that’s not always easy

Sometimes “date nights” means training together, which you gripe about the entire time even though you secretly enjoy training with her

Because she always kicks your ass

And sometimes, date nights are just sharing a few beers together and watching a movie in your room

She has an extensive list of “classic” movies she wants you to watch, almost all of them are so-bad-they’re-good or cult classics

One of her nicknames for you finally makes sense after one movie because you had no idea it was like a super niche reference, an inside joke for just her the entire time

But it is a really fitting nickname now that you know the context lmao

Everyone on the team knows you’re dating but you still keep it on the down low for official reasons

You were technically more of a SHIELD consultant than an agent when you first met Daisy, so Coulson lets it slide

Or rather, he just pretends he doesn’t notice

May does, though, and she always refers to you as “Daisy’s friend back at HQ”

Sleeping over together whenever one of you returns from a mission

Fitz being like “Jemma do you know where Daisy is, I have to...”

And Jemma just “Where do you think-- do you notice anything around here? When you find Daisy, tell y/n I said hi.”

Jemma is convinced that you and Daisy are going to get married someday, even though you and Daisy are trying to “keep it casual” and Jemma secretly has your whole wedding pictured in her head

Mack constantly teasing Daisy about her relationship with you, even before he knew you were dating, especially since she literally looks like 😍🥺 whenever she sees you

#aos #agents of shield #headcanons #aos headcanon #agents of shield headcanon #daisy johnson #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson headcanon #reader insert #aos reader insert #agents of shield reader insert #leo fitz imagine #jemma simmons #melinda may #phil coulson #fav

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momentofch-aos · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

Thank you for the tag @herosofmarvelanddc I’ve been wanting to do a little bit of a reflection so this great!

1. How many do you have on Ao3?

19! I have another one shot that may make this an even 20, but it’s currently half written!

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

257,652 which I think is not too bad for just over a year!

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Three? On Ao3 anyway but all my docs are Agents of Shield or Agent Carter with one MCU crossover with both!

4. What are your top 5 five by kudos?

*spoilers in descriptions but all Daisy/Sousa, mainly fluff*

Never Needed Anything More - 274 kudos - My collection of oneshots for my Daisy/Sousa Coffee Shop AU. Lots of family fluff documenting their relationship, small bits of angst (but slightly less trauma for the characters than in the show)

To Live for the Hope of It All - 264 kudos - My original Coffee Shop AU. 12 chapters of Daisy and Sousa dancing around each other and my first ever fic!

You Belong - 215 kudos - The first of my alternate timeline fics. Set a few years post-finale, Daisy and Daniel have a daughter and life is simple for the first time ever. Then someone from another timeline arrives at Shield and throws them for a loop. Beth Sousa is the daughter of an alternate version of Daniel Sousa and former shield directors Peggy Carter.

Return of the Astro Ambassadors - 157 kudos - After a long space mission, our Astro Ambassadors reunite with their family, fluff and emotions with surprise characters!

I’ll Be Right Here (when you wake up) - 152 kudos - Temporary Amnesia where Sousa gets hurt on a mission and Daisy being a worried wife. While in the hospital thinks he’s in the 1950’s for a hot sec and then he flirts with his own wife because he’s unaware of who she is. *Bonus chapter of Daisy being in the hospital and Daniel being a worried husband* ft cute tag scenes and Mack nicknames

5. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! I try and reply to every single one as they make me so happy, even older fics! I love when people point out references I’ve made or ask questions.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don’t really write with angsty endings! Everything tends to be very fluff, happy endings over here!

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I’ve got my alternate timeline fics but that is just AoS and Agent Carter. One of my fics has a small mcu crossover as a small attempt to quell my post-endgame issues but is quite simple in reality! Here.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I have received what I would call “constructive criticism” on a OC’s name (each to their own) and one on my portrayal of a certain character (👀👀👀) but I kind of roll my eyes and get over it 😂

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I don’t because I find it hard enough to describe kisses in a non repetitive way let alone anything else 😂

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of! I did briefly think I might in Wattpad but I can’t work that website at all so I gave up trying to look 😂

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven’t but that would be so cool

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven’t, and I honestly think I would over think that so much and I don’t think my writing is good enough for that!

13. What is your all time favourite ship?

Writing wise! I love writing Daisy and Sousa as I think the fact we only had their relationship build for a few episodes left two of my favourite character open for a lot of interpretation. But also like Peggy and Sousa lives rent free in my mind. None writing its Castle and Beckett, as I have a real soft spot for them as that’s what introduced me to fandom culture!

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

My Peggysous fic 😅 no I will, eventually. I’ve got it 90% planned but then I get distracted and write a fluffy one shot instead 😂 also the fact that the agent Carter fandom is a little quieter means I struggle with motivation sometimes!

15. What are your writing strengths?

Fluff I think? Chuck a few feelings in there as well

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Describing smiles and kisses. I’m so repetitive. I also get ridiculously bogged down in details and dates that don’t matter, such as birthdays of the whole shield gang and working out their actual ages after time travel.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love doing this, but am also very aware that I don’t speak another language and I don’t want to get it wrong or offend anyone!

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Agents of Shield. Big surprise to everyone 😂

19. What’s your favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I find this so hard! I have a soft spot for my coffee shop AU series Brought Me to You as it’s what I first came up with a week after the finale and have only just finished, but I also love I’ll be Right Here (when you wake up) . One shot wise I really enjoyed writing It’s the Way They Love as it’s just different from what I wrote normally!

I feel like a bunch of people will have already done this but I’ll tag a few people if they want to join in and haven’t already : @redvanillabee @steeleholtingon @stilltryingtowrite no pressure at all!

#agents of shield #daniel sousa #fanfic #daisy johnson #dousy #agent carter #peggy carter #marvel #coffee shop au #peggysous #castle

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shilohgrant · 2 years

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BASIC

full name: shiloh adeline grant nicknames: shy age: nineteen date of birth: 5 march hometown: coven isle, alaska gender: genderfluid pronouns: she/they sexual orientation: bisexual relationship status: single major: agriculture living arrangements: off campus languages spoken: english, japanese character influences: perfuma (she ra), keyleth (critical role), blake mcintyre (yesterday is history), mack (you should see me in a crown)

READ THEIR FULL BIO HERE.

PHYSICAL

fc: kaylee bryant hair color: brown eye color: brown height: 5'8" tattoos: a lily behind her ear piercings: ears clothing style: dressy. floral prints and flowy dresses usual expression: smiling sociability: loves groups, but also loves plants nsfw below for drug / alcohol related questions: addictions: none drug use: no alcohol use: socially, if prodded

PERSONALITY

label: the wildflower positive traits: friendly, sympathetic negative traits: naïve, predictable hobbies: gardening

FAVORITES

colour: grey music: ABBA movies: lord of the rings: return of the king sport: none beverage: sunkist food: mint chocolate ice cream animal: butterflies

FAMILY

father: derek grant mother: juliane akiyama sibling(s): none pet(s): bitty, a small kitten

EXTRAS

greek zodiac: taurus element: earth celtic zodiac: willow myers briggs: INFJ-T / 62% introverted, 69% intuitive, 98% feeling, 56% judging, 89% turbulent enneagram: peacemaker temperament: phlegmatic seven roles: the priest moral alignment: lawful good

#shiloh: intro #shiloh: about.#about.#katmere.intro

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vonholten · 3 years

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welcome aboard, eden von holten, student #30. we are excited to set sail with you ! has anyone told you that you look like elle fanning? according to our records, you hail from linz, vienna, prefer preferred she/her, are cisfemale, and are here to study astrophysics. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of money — we won’t tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + warm, + loyal, but also - approval-seeking. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the arcade. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a pair of earrings brought from home. hopefully your roommates don’t steal it!

ooc info

hello, my name is ana (she/her) from gmt+1 and i’m happy i found this roleplay because it looks amazing! okay so i’ll stop talking about myself and get onto eden’s bio. if you wanna plot feel free to send me a message or ask for my discord.

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NAME: eden viktoria von holten

NICKNAME: e

GENDER: cis female

PLACE OF BIRTH: november 9th,

DATE OF BIRTH: july 6, 1998

AGE: twenty-two

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual

MAJOR: astrophysics

information

eden was born and spent the first ten years of her life in linz, austria. her father is an architect while her mother is a former housewife turned real estate agent.

the von holten last name was a distinguished surname back in the day as they were part of the austrian nobility. however, eden never really enjoyed the lavish life of being part of royalty as her part of her family is known as the descendants of ‘bastards’.

this meant that while her family could carry the von holten surname they didn’t have access to the family’s wealth, except for a trust fund to cover college expenses.

despite this, eden had a rather comfortable life as her father was a young promising architect that through his hard work managed to provide a good life to his family.

when eden was ten years old, her parents divorced and her father decided to leave austria to work in the england.

her father eventually remarried and eden would spend her time between england and austria.

many would think that eden had it easy, no event in her early life was enough to cause what would happen in the following years.

at sixteen, eden made the decision of finishing her schooling in new york, against her parents’ wishes, but being the supportive pair they were, they had no choice but let their daughter move to the big city.

tw eating disorder

something changed in those first weeks in new york, maybe it was being surrounded by the royalty of the city or the constant bombarding of slim models that prompted a switch in her.

at first it was not obvious, she reduced calories and signed up to the gym but as the months went by her obsession with calories and exercise only increased in an alarming way.

the teachers at school were the first to notice. and when they told her mother, she became very angry as she didn’t want to accept the fact that she had a serious illness and needed help.

the summer before starting at columbia, her parents took her to the doctor where she was given an ultimatum, either she gained weight during the summer or would be sent to an eating disorder clinic but that didn’t change anything and eventually was sent to the clinic, causing her to lose her first semester.

eden pushed herself to fight her anorexia, not wanting to be hospitalized and manage to be discharged before the start of the semester. despite her parents’ reluctance to let their child alone again, she started studying astrophysics at columbia.

for the next three years have been difficult for her, many times she has relapsed but on her own, she has managed to pull through but the increasing anxiety only gets worse, especially in finals time.

end of tw

at one point the stress got so high that her parents just made her drop out and go back to vienna. she did and spent a year working at her mother’s company before she made the decision to give university another chance.

she took the decision to attend seas because her step sister was here and this is her first semester

she’s doing a lot better now and she sees this as her chance to prove herself that she is healthy now.

headcanons

from a young age, eden has felt a fascination for stars and space. she never thought of studying anything related with that until she was interned in the clinic and spent most of her time reading books about the subject

speaks fluent german and she still has a slight austrian accent as she speaks in that language with her family

loves Pomeranians, and if you see her Instagram is filled with pomeranians blogs

she’s been to fourteen Elton John’s concerts, the last one a few days before her birthday. safe to say she is a fan

fan of any hgtv show

she has 'bought’ stars for herself since no one does it for her lmao

betelguese is her favorite star

actually believes in horoscope

favorite song: freaking tiny dancer ofc

has watched the theory of everything too many times

used to firmly believed she was anastasia as a child, now she is happy watching the movie or musical

connections

former best friend of cassidy silva

step-sister of student mack gallagher

childhood friend with minjun "micah" jin

wanted connections

best friend; if you are her best friend she’ll name a star on your behalf and also look what it could be: x or x

enemies: i mean she’s not one to create them but she cannot be liked by everyone and i need someone to get out her sassy side bc it’s probably rusty from being nice

roommates: self-explanatory

first love; maybe it happened during her first year, you know i’m a hoe for angst so we can make it angsty af

friends with benefits; but really they would be very good friends that ended up sleeping together because she would need that sort of emotional connection to do it

awkward date; they went on a date that was so awkward that now they avoid each other

unrequited love; she could either have a crush on your character or viceversa, but lemme tell you that my girl can be shy so she probably just suffer and admire your character’s perfection from afar

tutor or study buddies; someone that helps her in some of her classes or the other way around

#seasintro #tw eating disorder

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shawnssongs · 4 years

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Better [3]

JJ can’t help but fall for his best friend, but what about the rule? Pogues don’t mack on other pogues. He thinks she deserves better than him anyway...

word count: 3,280 warnings: poorly written, filler, tons of dialogue, almost smut...

Catch up with part 1, and part 2, or check out my masterlist!

You emerged from the bathroom clad in a pair of John B’s sweatpants and one of his tee shirts, and JJ couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the sight, but he knew that if he’d had the right clothes here, you would’ve worn his instead.

“Hi.” You smiled at JJ, sitting down next to him on the couch, adjusting your body so you could lay flat on your back, your head in JJ’s lap. His hands immediately foind your hair and his fingers began to brush through the damp strands.

“How’s the pain?”

“Not bad like this. Hurts when I move.”

“You wanna go home?” JJ asks and you nod. The sun and heat wore you out, and if JJ ran his fingers through your hair any longer you’d probably fall asleep right here on his lap, not that that would be a bad thing.

“John B!” JJ yelled, making you laugh. “Start ‘er up.”

For once, JJ did not try to smoke on the car ride. John B drove, JJ sat next to him in the passenger seat, and you were laying down in the back, the three of you just listening to music and talking. It wasn’t a very long car ride anyway.

“Alright, Y/n. We have reached our destination.”

JJ opened the passenger side door, getting out to help you out of the volkswagen. When you made it out, with minimal pain due to JJ’s help, you thanked John B and started towards your front door, JJ trailing right behind you.

“Uh, where’re you going?” John B asked JJ.

Your eyes widened. *Uh oh.*

“I was just going to uh, walk her in.”

JJ made faces at John B, telling him to shit up and leave, but John B was having too much fun.

“She’s five steps away from her front door, JJ. Come on.”

“Dude, let me be a good friend.”

And with that, John B was finally satisfied. “Alright, JJ. I’ll see you guys tomorrow. Good luck with your burn, Y/n.”

“Thanks, John B.”

“I thought he’d never leave.” JJ complained when the Volkswagen was finally out of sight.

“He’s gotta know something’s going on between us.”

JJ shrugged. “Maybe.”

“You wanna stay for dinner?”

JJ nods, already salivating at the thought of your moms cooking.

“Oh, JJ!” Your mom cheers just as you open the door to your house and JJ smiles, loving the attention.

“Mrs. L/n! Nice to see you.” JJ held out his arms, allowing your mom to hug him tightly.

You rolled your eyes. He was always such a charmer.

“How are you?” JJ asks and you slip away, wanting to change your clothes. John B’s were comfortable, of course, but you really didn’t want your parents asking questions. You weren’t sneaky enough though because your dad caught you just as you reached the door to your room.

“JJ here again?” He asked, but he already knew the answer. Your house wasn’t large, and your moms cheers echoed throughout it. “You know we can’t keep feeding him all of our food.”

You sigh. “I know, Dad. It’s just-”

“You don’t have to explain. I know.” Your dad placed a hand on your shoulder for comfort. “We can try to help him as much as we can, but family comes first. We have to keep ourselves afloat.”

You smile up at your dad. As far as parents go, you were pretty lucky. Your mother and father were made for each other. He was a hippie, she was a hippie... that’s pretty much all there is to it. You grew up in a loving, sustainable home. Yeah, you might not have much money, but you get by. Your mom is an intense gardener, so you were always stocked with lettuce and vegetables for salads and countless herbs for seasoning. Your dad fished, and you ate what he caught. Even though you were clearly a pogue, and you didn’t have the same luxuries or opportunities that the kooks had, you pretty much never felt as if you didn’t have everything you needed. It was different with your friends. With JJ. Earlier today he was taking a shower at John B’s, and though you were too, it was different. You needed a quick shower to wash off the mess you and JJ made. JJ was showering at John B’s because you knew his water at home was turned off again, probably because his dad gambled all the money for bills away, or he spent it all on drugs and alcohol. It was usually one or the other.

“Those JJ’s?” You dad’s voice breaks you from your thoughts.

You look down to where he’s gesturing at your clothes. “Oh, no. They’re John B’s.”

“Alright. Well you better change into some long sleeves before your mom notices that burn of yours.”

“Yep.” You laugh. “That’s the plan. Thanks Dad.”

Dinner was incredible. Your mom pan fried some bass, seasoning it with all of her favorite herbs, and JJ helped her cut up a salad to serve with it.

It wasn’t common for your family to sit at the table to eat dinner, but you always did whenever JJ or any other guest came over. After what felt like hours of talking and eating, all while you and JJ were playing footsie under the table and he was letting his fingers roam your covered thigh, you were finally able to retreat to your room. After, of course, helping your parents with the dishes.

“You’re such a tease!” You complain once your door shuts.

JJ smirks. “You love it.”

“You wish.” You challenge, but you know JJ’s going to win. He always does, but you don’t mind.

He takes your hand, pulling you into him for a kiss, and you reciprocate happily.

“Bed.” You manage to get the word out between kisses, and no complaint comes from JJ as he walks you over, laying you down gently on your back. Just like earlier, he started at your lips, trailing down until he reached your neck. His tongue felt amazing against your hot skin, but when he started to suck, you shrieked.

JJ flew backwards, eyes wide in shock. “What’d I do? Are you okay?”

“Sunburn, JJ.” You explain.

“Oh.” JJ nods. “Right.” He leans back down, placing light pecks along your neck to sooth your pain while you reach your fingers down to the hem of his shirt, lifting up until he takes it off.

You weren’t sure you’d ever tire of seeing JJ’s abs. Body type was defintiely not the most important factor for you, but it didn’t hurt. You could run your fingers over his muscles all day.

JJ looked up at you for consent when his hands reached the waistband of your sweatpants, and when you tell him yes, he pulls them off carefully, not wanting to irritate your burn. To his surprise, and pleasure, you’re not wearing any underwear.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He asks, a certain rasp in his voice that makes your core heat up.

“None of my panties are the same shape as my bikini. They all touch my burn.” You weren’t lying about that, but you would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about how JJ would react when he found out you weren’t wearing any panties, and he reacted exactly how you expected.

JJ took off his shorts, ready to take this further than just kissing, but he stops, unsure of how to proceed.

“Just don’t touch me.” You instruct.

“I can’t not touch you, Y/n.”

“Try.”

JJ nods, lining himself up with your center. “This okay?”

“Yes.”

That’s all the confirmation it takes for JJ to thrust himself into your entrance. His hands are placed on either side of your shoulders, holding himself steady, and he has to resist the strong urge to touch your skin.

“Harder!” You beg, your eyes shut in pleasure as JJ picks up his pace. He can’t help but clench his fists, his hands wanting so badly just to attach themselves to your skin. He’s so distracted he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing, and somehow one of his hands ends up on your ribs. He doesn’t notice until you squeal in pain. “JJ!”

He pulls his hand away immediately, trying not to slow his pace, but he can’t help it. This isn’t working.

JJ slows down his thrusting until he’s stopped completely.

“We’re struggling with this, huh?” You smile at JJ, a cute giggle escaping you, but his eyes are shut, almost as if he doesn’t want to look at you. When he doesn’t answer, you continue. “Jay? It’s okay.”

He nods, and it looks like his jaw is clenched. “I know.” Finally, his icy blue eyes meet you own, and you can’t help but smile up at him, especially when you notice a slight smile graze his own face. “I just...” He contemplates what to say. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, and it just...”

“Hasn’t been what you expected?” You finish for him, trying not to dwell on his nonchalant use of such rude language. With anyone else, you’d be offended. In a way, it seemed like he was saying sex with you was disappointing, but you knew that wasn’t the case. He was upset because the first time didn’t last as long as he’d wanted it to. You didn’t mind though. It was absolutely incredible for you. Especially since JJ finished you off afterwards. Most guys would just focus on themselves and leave you hanging. And this time was even worse. You couldn’t even finish. The foreplay had worked the two of you up so much and that all went out the door when you couldn’t connect with each other like you wanted to.

JJ rolled to the side, now laying next to you on his back. “Nope.” He answers, popping the p.

“It’s okay, Jay. We’ll get there.”

“I know, babe...” He turned to place a peck on your cheek and you couldn’t help but smile at the nickname and the gesture.

“When this sunburn doesn’t hurt anymore, and my skin is beautiful and golden, we’re going to have the best sex of our lives.”

You spoke confidently to cheer JJ up, and you knew it worked when you felt his chest contract in laughter.

“Yeah, if I still like you after I see you molting like a snake,” he joked.

“Ew!” You slap him on the chest while he giggles. “This isn’t going to peel!”

“Y/n, this is the worst burn you’ve ever gotten. Remember two summers ago when you got that burn on your back when we went fishing?”

You shivered at the thought. That burn was probably the worst pain you’ve felt in your life. Your shirt got stuck to your skin at one point and you were in tears trying to get it off. “Yeah. I missed three days of school because of that.”

Laughing softly, JJ continues. “Well this one looks worse.”

“Yes, but Kiara will hell me out with all her fancy creams and lotions. Last time I tried to use petroleum jelly and water.”

“Whatever you say...” JJ trailed off, yawning.

You were tired too. The sun had taken all the energy out of you.

“Can I stay?” JJ asked, seriously hoping you’d say yes. He really didn’t want to walk home. Or to John B’s.

“Of course, Jay. Always.”

He wanted to turn and pull you into his chest, but he didn’t want to hurt you, so he just cuddled himself up in your comforter and placed his head on your pillow, right next to yours, and the two of you fell asleep without another word.

Around eight in the morning, since you and Kie were always early risers unlike the boys, she got ready to head over to your house. She made sure to grab all of her aloe vera lotions, as well as a ton of different ingredients to put in baths to help relieve some of the pain you were in. Oatmeal, apple cider vinegar, essential oils, baking soda. She also packed some tea bags and coconut oil. Anything she’s ever used to relieve her own sunburns, she brought.

When she finally made it to your house, it was almost nine in the morning. You were sure to be up by now.

Unsurprisingly, when Kiara knocked on your front door, she was greeted by your overly friendly mother.

“Kiara, sweetie! I’m so glad to see you!”

“Hi, Mrs. L/n. How are you?” Kiara greeted with a smile on her face. She had always loved your mom. All of your friends did.

“I’m great! You here for Y/n?”

Kiara nodded. “Yeah. Is it alright if I come in?”

Your mom stepped out of the entrance, making space for Kiara to walk in. “Y/n isn’t up yet. You might want to knock.” Your mom’s voice dropped to a whisper. “JJ was here last night.”

Kiara’s brows furrowed. “And he stayed the night?”

Shrugging, your mom continued. “Usually he says goodbye when he leaves. Y/f/n and I were up pretty late. Never heard him leave.”

“Okay. I’ll knock.” Kiara was kind of shocked at the smile on your mom’s face. She hated to imagine how her own parents would act if they ever caught her having a guy sleep over, and with no offense to him, especially a guy like JJ. Her father might pass out from yelling so much.

You were woken up by a light knocking on your bedroom door, but as you tried to get up to open it, you were held down by something. JJ. His arm was draped accross your chest, and your eyes widened. Not in surprise, but in urgency. It was Kiara, and Kiara could not know JJ was sleeping in her bed.

“One second!” You called out, shaking JJ to wake him up. You made sure to place your hand over his mouth in case he tried to make any noise.

JJ’s icy blue eyes met yours and he looked at you in concern, silently asking what was going on. When you mouthed “Kiara,” he knew he needed to get out of there.

“Hold on, Kie! Let me get dressed!”

Kie just smirked on the other side of the door, and she knew you were trying to hide JJ. She’d been suspicious about the two of you for a while, and maybe you two finally gave in.

The brunette waited patiently until you opened the door in a rush, acting as if it hadn’t just taken like three minutes and a lot of loud noises for you to “get dressed.”

Kiara wasn’t going to push it though. The more she asked, she knew the more you’d deny it.

“So, I brought everything I had. I’m not sure what’ll work for you.”

“You are a lifesaver.” You smile at your friend. “Seriously. It took me so long to get ready because I can’t touch my skin.”

Yeah... that’s why... Kiara thought, looking behind you at the open window. Now she was sure JJ had just snuck out, but she still wasn’t going to push. If you wanted to tell her you would.

Kiara plopped down on your bed while you changed into the bikini you had been wearing when you got the burn so you’d be able to treat every inch. You didn’t think anything of leaving her in the room alone. JJ was gone, right? She was probably suspicious, but if she asked, you’d just deny it. You’d say there was no one here, and she’d have to believe you.

Well, you were wrong. In JJ’s haste to leave, he’d just pulled on his pants, grabbed the rest of his clothes and hopped out the window. What you didn’t know is that JJ dropped an article of clothing. Kiara noticed them sitting right below your window, and she knew they weren’t yours.

When you made your way back into the room, clad in only your bathing suit from the day before, you were mortified at the sight in front of you. Kiara was sitting there on your bed, JJ’s underwear in hand.

“Whose are these?” She asked, smirking. She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear what you’d come up with.

“Uh, J-John B’s?” You answered, surprised you’d been able to come up with something so quickly. “I borrowed his clothes yesterday so my skin wouldn’t showing when I walked home. Didn’t want to get more sun.”

The brunette shifted a bit, giving you room to sit down on your bed with her.

“Didn’t John B drive you home, though?”

You nod. “Yeah, but I didn’t know that when I went to change.”

“He drove JJ too, right? I haven’t heard from him. Where’d he end up?”

You just shrug, surprised at how interrogational Kiara was being. She has to know something, or she wouldn’t be acting like this.

“Ugh, cut the crap!” You groan. “You know whose those are, don’t you?”

She hadn’t expected you to break so easily. “Yes, I know. Now how was it?” She nudged your shoulder, a giddy smile donning her face.

You chuckle at her antics, smiling right back. “Nothing happened, Kie.”

Her face turned to annoyance. “Now I know that’s a lie. His underwear is on your bedroom floor, and he stayed the whole night. And, you felt the need to sneak him out of your window when you knew I was here! Something happened.”

“We kissed a little... I’m too burnt for anything else.” You explained. You weren’t lying.

Kiara still didn’t believe you, though. “That doesn’t explain JJ’s lack of underwear.”

“Fine!” You sigh. “We tried to do more, but he wasn’t into it-“

“How could he not be into it?” Kiara cuts you off, and you can tell she’s about to go on about all your amazing qualities because she’s the perfect friend like that, but you explain before she has the chance.

“Shh! He wasn’t into it because he couldn’t touch me because of my burn. He kept hurting me and it ruined the mood.”

“Aw. Who would’ve known JJ’s such a softie?” Kiara held her interlocked fists against her heart. “When did this all start?”

“Yesterday. Well, I mean it’s kind of been going on for months but nothing happened until yesterday. Before we picked you up.”

“I knew something was up with you guys yesterday!” She exclaims. “You were both acting so weird.”

“We weren’t weird! Was it that obvious?”

Yes. “No. I’m sure I was the only one that noticed. John B and Pope don’t pay that much attention.

You sigh in relief. “Okay. And don’t tell anyone else. We wanted to keep this private for a while, and I’m not sure how the whole group would react because of the rule.”

Kiara makes a show of zipping her mouth and throwing away the key. “My mouth is shut. I won’t tell anyone, as long as you give me all the details from here on out.”

You can’t help but laugh, and you agree before the two of you change the subject and start working on your burn.

“So, John B wants to know if you’d be down for a kegger tonight at the boneyard?” Kiara asked you as she was packing up her things. She had to go work a shift at the wreck.

“Hell yeah.” You answer. “Sounds like fun.”

“And you’ll pass the message on to JJ?” She smirks, winking at you.

“Get out of here! I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye, Y/n.”

“Bye, Kie!”

John B knows, and now Kie knows too! Also... keggers don’t ever seem to work out too well, do they? I promise part 4 will NOT be filler! I do love good angst...

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domesticblisss · 3 years

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By My Side | Pt.02

Timothy Thatcher x Female Reader (Nicknamed ‘Baby’) Rating: Mature (Minors DNI) Word Count: 2257 Warnings: Smut, angst and fluff. PiV, oral (female receiving) rough sex, relationship discussions, alcohol mention and language. Inspired by INXS’ song, By My Side. Pt.01

“Welcome to NXT, Thatcher.”

Timothy turns around and stops for a second, staring at her. Baby looks him in the eyes, not blinking once. Silence is shared between them for what feels like an eternity. Tim hugs her as tight as he can, knocking the wind out of her, but Baby doesn’t reciprocate, her arms limp by her side as Tim holds her.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” Tim breaths on her hair.

“Fucking liar.” she whispers back to him.

Tim releases the hold he had on her, but still keeps her close by keeping one hand on her shoulder. “Can we talk? I feel like we need to talk. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, I understand that you hate me, you have all the right to. But can we please talk? I’m staying at Junior’s, if you want to...”

“Fine. I’ll be there at 7.” and she leaves before hearing his answer.

Dakota and Rhea find her a few minutes later on the locker room, crying.

“Baby, what happened? You were talking to Thatcher and vanished from the gym. Did he do anything to you?” Kai says as she wipes her friends face clean.

“Do you want me to beat him up? You know I’d anything for you...” Rhea offers her.

“God, Rhea. No! But thank you. I don’t think I ever told you guys about this part of my time in Germany, yeah?” she tells them everything. About how they met, them touring together, all the happy moments and their downfall.

“We never fought, not once. Whenever something the other did bothered us we would just sit and talk. He always told me how great I was, how I was one of the best professionals he had ever seen. We talked about our dreams. I still can’t understand why he didn’t believe I couldn’t get here.” her voice breaks at the end and Baby starts crying again. Rhea hugs her, dries her cheeks once again, while saying “First of all, you need to stop crying, he doesn’t deserve it. Second, you guys really need to talk.”

“You do, babes.” Kota intervenes, “You guys need to have some closure to it. You left without even officially ending your relationship.”

“I know. He asked me to meet him tonight. I agreed to it. I don’t know why I got so shaken up after seeing him. I thought I had gotten over it, you know?” Baby sighs.

“Look, it’s normal. Just go, talk to him. If anything, call us and we break his nose again for you, yeah? Ripley offers.

“Okay, I love you guys.”

The day goes by way too quickly and when she realises, it’s almost 7. Sometimes, it’s a good thing that her and Junior live on the same Condo, being so close to each other really makes things easier when they want to do something together. Right now she is regretting that nearness. She wishes she had some little time to give herself a little pep talk before seeing Tim again.

She arrives just as Marcel leaves his apartment with Fabian. Both of them hug her and tell her to call if she needs anything as Tim waits by the door.

“Hello again, Timothy” she says, entering the apartment.

“Timothy. Wow.”

“Can’t call you chocolate eyes like I used to, can I?”

“Well, technically you can, my eyes hadn’t — “

“No technicalities here, Timothy. Let’s get this over with, please.”

“Right, I’m sorry. Please sit.” he begins. “Do you want something? Water? Beer? Also, I ordered take out from that Lebanese place Junior said you like so much.”

“Tim...” she sighs, exhausted. “I’m not hungry or thirsty. Can we please get over with it?” Noticing how harsh she was and the sad look on his face, she continues “Fuck, I’m sorry. I appreciate your efforts but I really can’t do this. Not right now, I can’t pretend everything is fine and dandy and eat and drink like nothing happened.”

“No you’re right. I just... I really need to apologise to you. I was so frustrated that everyone I knew was getting what they wanted and I kept stuck in one place. It felt like I was getting on a dead end road. I panicked when I noticed you were leaving, I felt like I was losing the one good constant thing in my life, the most important thing in my life. And I fucking did because of how much of a prick I was to you. I am so, so sorry for that. I won’t ask you for your forgiveness, it would be nice, but I understand if you don’t want to.”

“We could’ve worked out the whole ‘long distance’ thing you know... anyway Tim, you fucking broke me. I don’t think I ever loved anything, anyone more in my life than I loved you. I thought we were going to be together forever, you know? I couldn’t imagine my life without you... and you just insulted me, insulted the only thing I was proud of, the only thing I’ve ever felt I was good at when my dream was becoming a reality. The truth is I’ve already forgiven you. I did it as soon as I calmed myself down because I knew how much in distress you were. But you’ve broken me and I don’t feel like things can come back to how they were. I’ll try to stay out of your way as much as I can in the PC, I would appreciate if you did the same. I really don’t think we have anything else to say to each other, so goodbye.” She kisses his cheek and leaves before he can say anything else.

It has been months since they talked and Baby was able to stay away from Tim. She made sure to workout whenever he wasn’t at the Performance Centre. Whenever they had classes together, they would stand on the opposite sides of the room, far from each other. She never looked at him, but could feel his eyes staring at her. She was also very thankful to whatever high power that exists that they never got paired together. She had finally moved on.

Whenever she wanted to see Marcel or Fabian, they would either go to her place or the three of them would meet at a bar. For some reason, today’s bar date felt like a deja vu. They were on a booth, her with her back to the bar’s entrance, nursing a beer while Junior and Fabian took shots. The boys were in front of her, laughing when she felt her anxiety creep in. A few moments later, a presence is felt and Tim stands there, in all his 6ft3 glory.

“Good evening, guys.” Tim says to everyone, but his eyes never leave hers. Baby answers him back, while scooting a little far into the booth so Tim can sit by her side.

They never directly talk to each, their interactions only happening when Marcel and Fabian say something that requires an answer from the both of them.

She can feel Tim is nervous, his leg bouncing like crazy by her side, the fabric of his shorts rubbing on the skin her skirt didn’t cover. Baby has lost count on how many times she has held herself back from putting her hands on his knee to rub her thumb on it, like she always did when he was nervous.

The night went on like this. Soon enough, Junior and Fabian were shit faced, making Tim and Baby take them home together.

They arrive at the boys place, the both of them taking their designated drunk to their respective room and meeting back again on the living room. Tim speaks first before she tries to leave.

“Does this feels like deja vu to you too?

“God it does! Except it was Mack instead of Fabian last time.” she laughs softly back at him.

“I guess the next thing should be me raiding his fridge for a beer, right?” he asks reluctantly, afraid of her answer.

“Yeah, I’ll wait for you on the balcony.”

Tim is back a few moments later, “I don’t know where Junior finds all this european stuff.”

“Oh, there’s a store nearby that sells foods and drinks from around the world. The day we first went there he was so excited I thought he was gonna pass out.”

“That does sounds like him. Look, I didn’t know you would be at the bar tonight, if I did, I wouldn’t have gone, as much as I want to see you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I know it was Axel’s fault. But yeah, I wanted to see you too.” She tells him, a bit ashamed and they both smile at each other. They share a few moments of silence together, just appreciating their beers and the light breeze they were getting tonight.

She’s moves around on the balcony to stand somewhat in front of him, and is the one to break the silence. “The PC is doing great things to you. Your ‘Thatch-as-Thatch Can’ segments are incredible. You’re better at talking, more confident, it really suits you.”

“Thanks. I saw you’re doing moonsaults now. I remember you always wanting to do it but afraid of. They look great. Everything you do is impeccable. I always knew you would be able to.”

They stare at each other in silence for what feels like ages, the breeze picks up again, making her hair fall to her face. Tim brushes the hair out of her face, glides his thumb across her right cheek and then her lips. On impulse, Baby grabs his t-shirt and crashes their lips together. When Tim feels her letting go, he holds her close, trapping her in his arms and deepening the kiss.

It’s a raw, desperate kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues fighting for dominance. She moans when he lets go of her lips, leaving a wet trail of rough kisses from her face to the sweet spot on her neck, giving little bites to the space behind her ears.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, Timmo.” She says, rubbing her core on his hardening length.

“Me too, doll. C’mon, let’s go to the bedroom”.

They are attached to each other, stumbling on furniture, knocking down the living room lamp. When they get to Tim’s bedroom, they don’t bother on wasting time to take their clothes off. Tim pulls his shorts down and snakes Baby’s legs around his waist, lifts her skirt up enough to easily shove her lacy panties aside and fuck her against the wall.

It’s angry and rough, the result of one year worth of pent up rage and regret. They don’t care about the noises they’re making, fuck the neighbours, fuck Marcel, fuck Fabian, they are in their own little world now. Tim pulls the straps of her bra down, enough to attach his lips to her left nipple.

“Tim, babe, please don’t stop, I’m almost there. FUCK!”

He goes in harder, rougher and in no time she comes, flooding their clothes with her juices. Tim only stops when he feels her spasming against him, letting her gain some strength back. They move to his bed, taking the rest of their clothes off and Tim on her again, kissing her heat, sucking on her clit while he fingers her, mercilessly. It’s not long before she comes again, stronger than before, while gripping her hand on his hair, tears involuntarily streaming down her face.

He comes up to her lips, lays his body on top her and kisses her sweetly. “I’m sorry, doll. Was I too rough on you?” She lazily nods her head, silly smile on her face, still speechless.

Meanwhile, she strokes his still hard cock, lining it on her entrance, Tim asks if she still can take it, she only nods and lets out a soft “Mhmm”.

This time, Tim is gentle, rocking his body in an almost teasing motion, all while kissing her, telling her how much he missed her. They come together a few moments later.

Tim tumbles to his side of the bed, bringing Baby to lay her head on his chest, both of them coming out of their highs, just cherishing this moment together.

“I love you.” Baby finally breaks the silence. “I love you so much it hurts. I’m sorry I’ve been such a stubborn idiot.”

“Doll, you have all the right to be stubborn, I was a prick to you. And yes, I love you too. I love you more than anything, you still are the most important thing in my life.”

“So… do you want to try this again?” Baby offers.

“More than anything.”

Baby wakes up around 07am, their limbs tangled together. She tries to get up without waking Tim up, failing. He holds her hand and asks where she’s going, “Breakfast”, she answers sleepily.

“Your famous eggs and bacon?”

“If Marcel has any on his fridge, yeah.”

“Yes!!!” she laughs at his attitude and goes to the kitchen.

A few moments later Marcel appears in the kitchen, stops in his tracks and asks “What are you doing here? Did you fuck Fabian???”

“She didn’t fuck Fabian, dipshit.” Tim says as he walks past the german, who has a confused look on his face. He eyes Tim’s back, all red from the scratches she left behind last night, and it comes to him.

“What do y – oh my god, yes! FINALLY!”

#timothy thatcher x reader #timothy thatcher imagine #wrestling imagines #DB Writes

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Fitzsimmons Family Headcanons in case canon fails me

And before they destroy them. Buckle up.

(I wrote this in less than an hour and english is not my first language, sooo sorry for any mistakes)

Edit: I re-posted it because it wasn’t showing up in the tags. sorry.

Enjoy! (Gift credit: X)

They finally decide to retire to their cottage.

Daisy and May lived with them for a while but at different times. Daisy around the time their first kid was born and May when the youngest was a kid already.

May and Daisy totally live together in the USA.

Fitzsimmons started a biomedical company, they make prostetics and medical supplies. They fund small researchers and become relatively known in the medical field (under aliases of course). They run their company from their home as much as they can.

Deke got bored of his company, so he eventually fused it with FS’s, he has enough money to travel around the world and be whatever he wants. Once was a TV chef, and he got bored and became a travel blogger, then launched a clothing line so it goes…

Tried to convince the team to turn their story into a broadway musical. They all said no. He brings it up everytime they are all together (you never know)

Fitzsimmons have three kids, they were all planned ;) of course

Daisy teases Fitz about how the three of them look like Jemma. “You are adopted”. the son is the only one who kinda looks like him. Fitz doesn’ t mind.

After the kids go their own ways they leave together again.

Have their own quinjet in case of emergencies, they say. Let’s be honest after years of flying with SHIELD, commercial flights lost their charm.

Look retired Fitzsimmons would be that kind of couple who travels the world together (properly this time), they say the quinjet is to visit their friends and Family around the world but would randomly send pictures of them in front of a famous landmark.

Mackenzie Skye Fitzsimmons (Daisy calls her Kye) (Born around 2021) (Quarantine baby) or (Timetravel baby)

They never asked Deke about their daughter’s name in the original timeline, but once they told him, judging by his reaction they knew it was this. (but in the lighthouse timeline her nickname was Kenzie)

Fitz was really adamant on this name, Jemma thought it was cute and a great way to honor their best friends, but years later he told the kid:

“you were named after two of the bravest persons I’ve ever met”.

Jemma just stared into the space as it dawned on her that her husband was really an idiot.

He winked at her and she forgave him. Eventually.

When she was a toddler Fitzsimmons moved back to the city and left their cottage, they wanted their daughter to have the best education and also didn’t want to wake her up early because the closest school was still an hour away.

Around that time Daisy found Bobbi, they met up, and Bobbi introduced her to her baby son Owen.

“oh my god. I need to call Fitzsimmons”

“what”

“shhhh. wait, it’s connecting... Hey guys! Look who is here! Bobbi and her baby Owen Shaw”

Fitz spits his tea all over his phone. Bobbi doesn’t know what’s going on, and they eventually explain it to her, well, after Daisy stops laughing and Fitz stops coughing.

Bobbi and Hunter had changed names and moved to England. After learning that Fitzsimmons live nearby, they make plans to see each other as much as they can. Look this is my headcanon AU so Fitzsimmons offer them positions in their company, Bobbi in the lab and Hunter in a made up security position that doesn’t fit his nametag.

Some weekends Fitz and Hunter take the babies to the park together, while Jemma and Bobbi work or hang out together. One day kye and Owen were playing and Owen proudly declared he was going to be an astronaut. Fitz was like “you and your son are the bane of my existence”.

The kids become best friends. Duh

BUT this is Bobbi and Hunter we are talking about, they’re nomads so they eventually move out around Europe and America, when the kid started high school they agreed to stay in one place.

Anyways,

Amazing kid, took a while for her parents to figure out the whole parenting thing but she was so great, as long as things went her way.

Fitz can’t say no to her. A dog? We’ll manage. Ice cream for breakfast? c’mon you know how convincing she can be.

She is a really calm kid, well behaved. Responsible older sister, mom friend, but messy af. “look mom, I have a system and I know where everything is”.

Nicest kid you’ll ever meet, but if you mess with her siblings be careful, you never know if you will find trash in your backpack.

She is an MD. Eventually, her parents moved back to the countryside but she stayed in the city with her sister to finish her education.

Makes friends everywhere she goes.

She and Owen started dating in their teens but were on and off several times, they even briefly dated other people because one of them would get scared of things becoming too serious (even more when they learned that Uncle Deke was genetically their son).

In their late twenties they decided to get married as a compromise to stay together and work things out, after all, some things are inevitable.

They had two kids: Daniel Shaw (Deke, but They wanted him to be his own person so they changed the name), Gabrielle Shaw (Born as Oliver Shaw)

Owen worked for a while for SWORD. Eventually decide to move to Germany to work as researchers.

Margaret Abigail Fitzsimmons (Maggie) (Born 2025)

The odd one. Grew up to be a successful artist. Really independent as a child, could play hours by herself or caually chill around her parents or her brother’s crib.

Despite being the only one in her family who isn’t into science, she loves doing experiments all the time, in the name of aesthetic. One time turned the dog blue. There’s a fire extinguisher in the living room just because of her. Banned from her parents’ lab “Pretty colors can go boom”. Aparently.

After being constantly told she is diferent from the rest of her family, she feels happy when someone tells her she looks like her mom. She scoffs but she doesn’t really mind.

Acts though but is a softie, vegan, activist, animal lover. Loves to tease everyone, prankster, makes fun of her mom but it’s the first person she thinks of when something troubles her. Late night calls are not unheard of.

Can’t commit to a single hobby. Photography, cooking, volunteer work... name something, and she has probably already tried it.

Really close to Deke, sometimes travels with him. They are kindred spirits. Feel like only them understand the need to explore and try new things.

She grew up to resent shield. Look she loves what her parents and their friends did, but hates how it affected them. Forgive and forget? in this economy??

Lives in Paris by herself but somehow always manages to get everyone to come to her art exhibits. You won’t be able to stop her once she sets her mind to something. Stubborn as her dad.

Doesn’t want kids, maybe one day if she feels ready she will adopt but she is happy as an aunt.

Matthew Phillip Fitzsimmons (Matthew) (Born 2030)

Ray of sunshine, Momma’s boy. He loves it when his parents take him to their lab. Ever since he could walk he is always following his sisters around, if they are up to something he is the first one to know. They love to tease him, but he has enough blackmail material to get them to shut up. He would never use it tho.

Computer genius. He has his own video game company. Launched his first video game at 16. Fitz is mildly offended he sees the Framework code as “old stuff”.

He is a sweetheart, adores his parents and calls them every single day. He met his wife in college and has been happy ever since. It was fast and passionate, they got married within a year and a few years later they had a baby.

Truly an example of living fast.

Melissa Fitzsimmons (his daughter) a sweetheart, may is her godmother. (The babies’ baby’s baby, i cry). The cousins are thick as thieves.

May loves the kid, “age is making you softer”, Daisy tells her and laughs, May’s glare while holding a baby is too much for her.

Emma Johnson (born 2029) (the honorary fourth kid)

Daisy’s daughter. Jemma cried when she told her the baby’s name. She wanted May and Jemma in the delivering room with her.

I can see Daisy being a badass single mother but I also see her finding love, I haven’t made up my mind but I think she will be loved either way.

Only child, so loves to hang out with the FS kids.

She and Matthew are best friends since they were little, even having video calls when they couldn’t see each other in person.

Fitz and Daisy had a bet on whether they would get together, but it was called off when it became apparent Emma wasn’t interested in men altogether. She was the first woman in his wedding.

The “Quake” legacy was too much for her so she decided to focus in something different. Currently works as an architect and on her spare time works as a freelance illustrator.

All I can imagine is a scene where the are all together in a field (probably the same one where they buried Coulson and Loop!Fitz) May, Fitzsimmons and Daisy. They try to meet up there at least once a year to chat and reminisce about old times, sometimes with Deke, Mack and Elena (and their twin boys) or just them.

Their kids are playing while their parents watch, but May’s watching them, with their backs to her they almost look like the kids she met in the bus all those years ago. Coulson would’ve been so proud, this is the future we were fighting for all along, she thinks.

“You did good”.

Daisy turns around with a soft smile on her face and says “yes, we did.”

The end

#Fitzsimmons #fstag #fsfic #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#Jemma simmons #Leo fitz #Daisy Johnson #Melinda May #SHIELD headcanons #I have hope that i will like their ending #this is how i see them right now #I will probably adapt them to fit whatever happens in the finale

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