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itsthestutterforme · 1 year

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Ex Lovers (1/2) [Sierra Six x Cahill!reader]

Summary: Six wasn’t aware that you were staying with Margaret when he came to visit.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, angst, character death

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You curse at your eye twitching under the pulsing stream of water. It’s been twitching all week and you had no idea why. There wasn’t anything you can think of that can stress you out to the point of eye twitching.

Who are you kidding? Your life is practically hanging on by a thread. The treatments haven’t been working for Aunt Maggie, and they cost and arm and a leg just to get them. The insurance covers three quarters, but still leaves her to pay $10,000 a month for it.

So she stopped going treatments. She gets a supply of air tanks to ease the strain on her lungs. You haven’t figured it out how you were going to adjust to her being gone. Her days are numbered and you moved in with her so she didn’t spend those days alone.

You’ve always been close to Aunt Maggie from childhood. Her and your mother raised you to be sure of yourself and your talents. They raised you to be strong and unmoving. To not let a man get in the way of your dreams. That was, until you met Six on the Sierra Initiative. You followed in your Aunts footsteps and made your way up the ladder in the CIA.

And for whatever reason, they were closer to Six than the other operatives. Which meant you hung out with him more often. You tagged along to protect Fitz’s niece, which was a huge mistake. The two of you alone without your supervisors showed how much tension existed between you two.

There was plenty of stolen glances and longing gazes. Nothing happened until the two of you stayed in a hotel room where you waited for your flight the next morning. Even bigger mistake. You walked in on him in the shower and the rest was history.

You always showered with the door cracked so you were able to hear any odd noises. So when you heard heavy footsteps that you knew wasn’t Aunt Maggie’s, you paused mid scrub. You quietly stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body. You grabbed your gun from under the sink and cocked it slowly.

Rushing out of the bathroom, you aimed the gun in the dining room where Aunt Maggie sat. Your lips part when you saw Six standing next to your Aunt. His posture straightened when he saw you but your eyes fell to the woman he was next to. “Is everything alright over here?” You asked, your eyes remained fixated on the woman.

“Yes, everything’s fine, honey.” “I thought-“ “I’m okay, baby.” She reassures, nodding gently and you slowly lower your gun. You put the safety on the gun and set it on the counter. “How bad is it?” You asked Six, finally acknowledging him. “Pretty bad,” the woman answers when he doesn’t respond.

“I’ll get changed,” you scurried into the bathroom and turned off the faucet before gathering your dirty clothes from the floor. You dried yourself off and threw on a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants over your sport bra and boxers.

You brushed your hair into a clip as you made your way over to the table next to Six and tried to decipher what was on the screen. Leaning close over Maggie’s shoulder, you saw a familiar face.

Dani watched as Six leaned closer to you to catch the scent of your favorite shea butter and vanilla body lotion, which happened to be his favorite too. It left your skin so soft against his lips once upon a time. Maggie noticed Six’s behavior too and shook her head in amusement. The only one who didn’t notice was you, engulfed with who you saw on the screen.

“Is that Carmichael?” You asked. “Yes,”Dani answered. “I always knew something was off about him. What’s his sting?” Dani gave you the rundown and you noticed how quiet Six was. Sure, he wasn’t much of a talker but he was never this quiet with you. You looked over your shoulder at him and nearly crashed into his lips.

You gasped at the closeness and he took a few steps back. “Sorry,” he mumbled under his breath. That was the first time you heard his voice in months. Changing the conversation to something less awkward, you asked, “Does anyone want some tea?”

“I’ll have some, honey.” Maggie says, giving a sympathetic smile. “And you?” You offered Dani. “Sure,” you looked to Six and he shook his head no. “Okay,” you said softly before walking to the kitchen, embarrassment burning your cheeks as you felt their gaze on you.

“Talk to her,” Maggie nudged Six. “That’s not a good idea,” “Oh and leaning in to smell her was?” She snarks. Six drops his head for a moment. “Stop being a wuss and go talk to her,” she adds. Six reluctantly looks back up at her and huffs. He glides across the dining room and into the kitchen were you were.

“You need any help?” Six asks softly. “I thought you hated tea,” you turned on the electric tea kettle to warm up the water. “Still doesn’t mean I can’t help you,” you finally turn around to face him and his words were stuck in his throat.

You watched as his tongue darts nervously across his lips. “I don’t know what to say to you,” he says after an excruciatingly long pause. “You don’t have to say anything, Six.” You turned back around hoping the water started to boil and it wasn’t.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” “Of course I’m-“ you catch yourself and fought the urge to turn back around. “Yes I’m angry. But other things quickly took my focus.” “How long has she been like this?” Your hands gripped the edge of the counter in an attempt to keep your emotions in check.

“For a while. She just couldn’t hide it anymore,” he took a few steps near you. “I’m sorry,” “Don’t let her hear you say that or she’ll-“ “Shoot me, yeah, she made it pretty clear.” You couldn’t help but chuckle. You felt the warmth of his hand on your hip. You turned around in his arms and he peered down at you, mindlessly chewing his gum.

“I..” “If you think all is forgive. because I laughed at your joke, you’re sadly mistaken.” “Fair enough,” he said with a nod. “Hey inmate,” Maggie starts, your heads snapped to the dining room. Inmate was a term she used but it wasn’t frequent so it caused you alarm. “Guys we have trouble,” Dani added.

The two of you rushed out of the kitchen and the two of you noticed a group of men in tactical gear gathering a few feet from the window. Which means- “Maggie, get down!” You ran to her and flipped the table on its side, pulling the two of you behind it to seek cover from the bullets.

You looked up to see Six and Dani hiding behind perpendicular walls. Dani had a pair of keys in her hands and held it up for you to see. You nod, giving her the okay to pull the car around. Pulling Maggie close to your chest, you pull your attention when back to Six when you noticed the firing seize. Grenade. You thought to yourself.

Without thinking, you dragged Maggie by the hand and handed her off to Six in a few seconds. He covered her from the grenade while you saw the drive lying in the rumble. The window shattered as one grenade came through. You ran to grab it before grenade exploded and you knew you were running out of time.

“Y/N, don’t!” Maggie scolds. You grabbed the drive and shoved it back into the necklace before sticking a slide landing behind a wall a single second before it exploded and another grenade breached the window. You showed them both the drive and Maggie chuckled.

“You crazy girl,” you shared a smile with her until you realized the silence. “Show him where the escape room is,” she commands. “What about you?” “I’m right behind you, I just need to catch my breath.” You gave her a look and she returned with a reassuring smile.

You approached them and pressed a kiss to her forehead while Six slide a gun into your hand. You cocked it and he follows your lead to the room under the kitchen floor. You shined a light down a latter and Six offered to go down in case of a breach. Before you knew it, you were pushed into the hole and the door creaked shut above you.

Six catches you in his arms and the two of you looked up to darkness. “Maggie, no!” “Open the door,” Six commands. “Shush you two,” you could hear heavy footsteps coming from the stairs. No. You sprinted through the tunnels with Six following closely behind you. Using all your force to shove the door open, you took one step on the stairs when the entire apartment blew up with her in it.

Your heart sank to your chest. “Aunt Maggie, no!” You took another step to enter the burning building when a strong pair of arms kept you. “Let me go, right now!” you yelled, pushing at his arms to let you go. Loud sobs rubbed your throat raw, weakening your attempts. “She’s gone. I’m sorry,” he says against your hair once your screaming died down. “No, please. She can’t be dead.” you croaked.

Police sirens wail in the distance and neither of you move for a moment. “We have to go there will be others,” as if on cue, an black entire van of men opens up a few feet from you and open fires. Six takes cover behind the granite staircase with you still in his arms. “Maggie,” you sobbed. Pull yourself together, Y/N. She wouldn’t want you to get yourself killed. A voice tells you.

“Did we just kill Margaret Cahill?” Audrey asks in disbelief as . “Whose the broad?” Lloyd asks one of the techs. “Y/N Cahill. Margaret’s niece. She trained with Six.” Audrey interrupts. “Will she be problem?” “If we just got her aunt killed, she’s our biggest problem,”

Adrenaline caused the gun to tremble in your hand. Blood stained your shirt and hands. Warm blood trails down your neck and you wiped away the blood that sprayed on your face. The fight was over.. for now. There were no more men trying to kill you. A hand briefly touched your shoulder. It was Six. “Come on,” he motions to Dani in the drivers seat. “I’m not going with you,”

“We don’t have time for this, Y/N.” “You left me before. Why can’t you do it again?” “He has Claire and Fitz. I can’t rescue them if I don’t know if you’re safe,” “Well you made it pretty clear that you have no obligation towards me so I’m having trouble believing that,”

“You’re angry, I understand that. But can you please be angry in the car,” “Don’t patronize me, you ass. I can handle my own,” you mumbled the last part. “You want someone to be mad at, be mad at me. I’m the reason she’s dead. If I hadn’t mailed the package here, she would still be alive. Blame me.”

“Doesn’t work like that, Six. They have to pay for what they did.” You turned to walk down the street when he grabs your wrist. “Please, Y/N.” He begs, his eyes desperately read yours. “Help me get them back. Then you’ll never have to see my face again.” He adds.

“There’s a warehouse in the next town over. It’s off the map, there’s no file on it.” You stated, showing the key dangling from your necklace. You slide out of his grip and into the backseat. He piles in the passenger seat as you gave Dani the directions to the warehouse.

Within an hour, you arrived and tossed the key on counter. “Make yourself comfortable. The pantries stocked with weapons and food.” Six’s eyes are trained on the blood stain on your side. “You’re hit,” he states. Dani’s eyes also fell to your wound.

#sierra six #sierra six x reader #ryan gosling #black!reader

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w0nnielov3 · 2 years

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OUT OF MY LEAGUE

#paring!!: cs!heeseung x cs!reader || older reader (by two years) || fem reader || childhood friends to lovers (?) || angst if you blink ,, but mainly fluff- || slow burn || wc: 2.3k

#warning!!: grammer mistakes ,, errr like one curse word ,, not proofread sorry :(

more than just a dream …

heeseung never saw himself in a situation like the one he’s in right now, panting and sweating while holding onto your arm. He was scared to let go, scared that if he did he would never see a moment with you again. “don’t go…” he spoke up, although the words came out broken you could make them out perfectly.

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“Heeseung WAKE UP!”

jumping up from his bed heeseung looked up to be met with one of the pretties eyes he has ever seen that so happen to belong to his best friend. a small smile appeared on his face as he looked around “another dream?” He thought to himself before he heaved a breathe. Running his fingers through his hair he got up before he turned towards you with a questioning expression “why aren’t you at campus?” He watched as you shrugged before you sat on his bed.

“I realized you hadn’t arrive at our usual spot so I drove over to see if you were up or not“ you paused as you threw yourself backwards so you’d be laying down. “when I arrived your mom gave me a wet towel and told me how you keep waking up sweating and wanted me to ask what’s wrong.” Your eyes searched for his as he avoided your stare “it’s nothing- I-I’m gonna go get ready” he stuttered out before rushing out.

You smiled as you watched him leave “cutie” you mumbled too yourself as you sat up once again. You looked around heeseungs room, you’ve been in there quite a lot growing up. yet there was always something new heeseung would add to his room that would catch your attention whenever you’d be in his room. Your eyes averted towards a frame not that far from his desk, you jumped off heeseungs bed and walked towards it.

Slowly taking hold of the frame you let your eyes register the picture in front of you, it was from the time you and heeseung had went to Australia with your friend Jake two years ago …you guys looked so happy. Heeseung had his arm around you as you leaned your head on his shoulder, “what happy times” you mumbled. Hearing the door open you set the picture down carefully.

You turned around to see heeseung in black ripped jeans and a white tee. making your way towards heeseung you halted once in front of him “ready to go hee?” You asked as you smiled up at him, heeseung on the other hand could melt under your stare. He felt heat slowly creep up his neck which made him quickly turn away as he nodded at your question. You both make your way down the stairs making sure to say goodbye to heeseungs mom and older brother.

Getting into your car heeseung watched as you started the engine before driving away. he admire your side profile as you kept your eyes on the road, he took note of every detail how your cheek naturally always have that cute red tone to it that he loved teasing you about, your tiny little freckles that are barely noticeable. a smile danced on his face as he kept admiring you not noticing when you turned towards him, you locked eyes with heeseung as he still stared at you.

“If you keep staring at me like that might as we’ll propose” you joked before turning back towards the road. Heeseung trance faded away once he realized what you said, he could practically hear his heart skip a beat as his face started to slowly heat up. He averted his gaze towards his phone as he pretended to watch something interesting “you’re more than just a dream …” heeseung thought to himself as he glanced out the window watching as the decelis campus got bigger and bigger as they kept moving.

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heeseung waited on the curb as he watched you park your car, he thought you looked pretty when you drive but who was he to ever admit that …I mean would he ever admit his feelings? He’s had a crush on you since the first day he met you.

You had just moved next door and heeseungs mom decided she wanted to befriend your parent and no surprise it went well. Heeseung was a shy kid so he was petrified to even meet his neighbors, but all his terror faded away when his eyes laid on you. He thought you were very pretty …but what did he know? The seven year old girl made her way towards heeseung and heeseung was more than happy to befriend her. Ever since you two have been attached to the hip basically.

as heeseung was still spacing off he didn’t realize when you walked passed him, you stopped in your track when you realized he wasn’t following you “hee?” You voiced out before walking back towards him. You tugged on the sleeve of his hoodie to get his attention which always works when heeseung spaced off. Snapping out of whatever he was in heeseung eyes found yours “y-yeah?” Clearly fluster to be caught dazing off again.

“Come on we’ll be late for our physics class …again” you mumbled the last part as you pulled on heeseung sleeve to drag him along, heeseung let himself get dragged as he stared at your hand that was holdly on tight on his sleeve, he felt his heart do a little jump at such a small gesture that you didn’t even know could effect him this much …god he was love struck.

Out of all 4 classes heeseung took he can proudly say that physics is his favorite, and it’s not because he’s actually good at it …but because that’s the class he shares with you. In fact heeseung normally needs help from jake since heeseungs too busy staring at you, thought heeseung has to deal with the punishment of being teased by jake for being so in love.

Entering your physics class you quickly made your way towards your seat, still having a hold of heeseung sleeve. You waved at jake as you sat down, heeseung taking a seat next to you. Heeseung glanced at your hand that was still holding onto him, he hopped you didn’t noticed as he didn’t want you to ever let go.

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heeseung was making his way down the corridor with jake by his side, jake was in the middle of telling heeseung about some assignment he had in one of his classes. heeseung was partly listening as he was deep in thought, "and dude when i tell you that's she's a bitc- heeseung ..." jake took a pause once he realized the older wasn't listening.

grabbing heeseung by the shoulders jake paused both their movement which caused heeseung to snap out of his trance "dude are you okay? this is like the fourth time this week you space out" heeseung let out a sigh at jakes words before his shoulder slump a little "don't you think y/n is out of my league?" he whispered loud enough to were jake could hear.

jake let out a small laugh at his friend's question as he patted his shoulders in reassurance, "this is the second time you have asked me that ...do you really think she out of your league?" he asked back as he let go of the olders shoulders, letting them fall to his sides. he watched as his hyung heaved as sigh before nodding, jake smiled sadly before he looked around the empty halls.

"okay before you saying anything just listen" jake started as he dragged heeseung towards one of the near by benches. Jake pushed heeseung down by his shoulders before sitting down next to him, "i do think y/n is out of your league but only because you guys are into different thing." he took a short paused as he looked at heeseung for his reaction, who surprising just stared forwards.

jake patted heeseung shoulder once again "but when has that ever stopped you? out of your league or not you need to get your girl before anyone else does." jake finally finished with a small smile dancing at his face as he was pleased with himself. heeseung on the other hand was fighting back a smile from appearing on his face at the words "your girl" he has always imagined you being his girl but he never thought anyone else would call you that.

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heeseung was determined to make you his, so he ran around setting up his room up as well as making a tent on his balcony to star gaze, he got you a basket full of all your favorite snaps as well as some of your favorite movies. after he finished setting everything up he took one look around before a small sigh left his mouth, he heard a small knock on his door before it opened "hee?" he saw your head pop up from behind the door with a innocent smile on your face as you stepped in.

you scanned the area closely as you shut the door to heeseungs room, on his bed was the big brown teddy bear with a hear in the middle that you got heeseung for his fifteenth birthday, you normally use it to cuddle whenever you came over to hang out with heeseung. your eyes landed on the pillow fort Infront of heeseungs bed, you would be lying if you said heeseung doesnt make killer forts.

what really caught your attention was the tent outside on heesueng balcony "are we gonna star gaze?" heeseung watched as you walked towards the sliding doors, your eyes practically shining as you scanned the balcony "yeah i thought you might want to, and the sky is clear today." he comments as he follows behind you like a lost puppy.

you nodded in approval before walking back inside, you heading straight for heeseungs bed as you jumped onto the big brown teddy "oh how much i missed you ethan" you spoke to the teddy bear before you wrapped your arms around it, shortly after heeseung followed you as he sat on his bed next to your laying body. he took a moment to fully take you in, you were in one of his oversized shirts that you had stolen from him, as well as shorts.

heeseung could feel the heat rise up his neck as he saw the way his shirt was basically a dress for you ...and just the fact your in his clothing. you lifted you head up from basically suffocating yourself with the teddy before looking towards heeseung "hee i kind of want to star gaze right now." you spoke up in a slight mumble since your mouth was kind of covered by the fur of the teddy bear. heeseung let out a small laugh as he got up while holding onto your hand to pull you up.

he dragged you outside towards the tent on the balcony and sat you down on the lovesac that was sitting there, he sat next to you and before you both laid down on the lovesac. you both admire the view above before heeseung turned towards you, he admire all your features carefully and watched as you looked at the stars in awe. "your so beautiful.." heeseung felt his heart stop as his comment slip out.

you on the other hand were taken aback by his comment as you looked away from the stars and stared into heeseungs dull eyes, you searched them for a seconds to figure out if he was joking or not ...but he was sincere. you smiled as his small panicked state before you lift your hand up towards his face "you really think that hee?" you asked quietly as you rubbed your thumb on his cheek which calmed heeseung down.

the younger boy just nodded too scared that he might let out another love struck comment. "are you saying that because you just think that or because of something else?'" you hopped it was because he felt something for you and not just because he just wanted to compliment you. You’d never exactly admit your feelings for heeseung due to the two year age gap, your friends always told you that going for younger boys wasn’t it which lead you to trying to forget your feelings for the boy…yet you could never find yourself to do that.

after a little heeseung met eyes with you and decided it’s finally time to tell you “I’velikedyouforalongtime” he blurted out, you looked at him confused before raising and eyebrow “what?” Heeseung sigh in defeat “I’ve like- no love you okay? And I never really knew how to tell you because you’re way too out of my league for me to want to make a move.” He spoke fast but it was slow enough that you understood every word

Biting back a smile you wrapping your arms around heeseung neck “wow and here I thought you’d never blink an eye at me, I like you too hee” you admitted as you snuggled into the taller boy. Heeseung felt his heart start to race as his arms snaked around your waist, he pulled you closer as ge tighten his hold around you. “Does that mean you’ll let me be your boyfriend?” He whispered next to your ear, you felt a shiver run down your spine as you pulled away a little to look at his face.

“Yeah id love that” you smiled up at heeseung, you admired his feature closely “can I kiss you?” Your breathe was basically taken out of your lungs at the question. you watched as heeseungs eyes shifted here and there from your mouth to your eyes. You just nodded before grabbing him by his collar and smashing your lips together. You felt heeseung grab one of your hands and interlock your fingers with his while he used his other hand to pull you closer.

you pulled away with a small as you watched heeseung still in a daze from the kiss, kissing his nose you cuddled up to him. “Out of my league yet You we’re just the right kind …you’re more than just a dream.” Heeseung thought to himself as he kissed your forehead.

#enhypen #enha #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen x yn #enhypen x you #heeseung #heeseung x y/n #heeseung x reader #heeseung drabbles #heeseung x you #🎶 - music au’s !!

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lishielish · 2 years

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A Stark Absence - Chapter 15

Pairings: Tony Stark x OFC

Summary:

Evelyn struggles to find a way home, to Tony. Battling a demon was one thing, surviving plot points might be a different beast entirely…

Tony struggles to find Evelyn. All of time and space had bent to bring her here–to him. Now he needed all of time and space to help him bring her home–to him.

Will he be able to find her? Or has Evelyn been lost to him forever…

Series Tags: Work In Progress, Slow To Update, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, characters listed in order of appearance, Additional Characters to be added, roughly edited, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Related, Isekai, Canon-Typical Violence, Canonical Character Death, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Dreams and Nightmares, Nightmares, Dreams, Drinking, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol, Alcoholic Tony Stark, Swearing, POV Third Person, POV Third Person Omniscient, Self-Indulgent, Not Beta Read, Not Canon Compliant, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Feels, remnants of previous triangular configuration, Avengers Tower, Post-Iron Man 3, takes place during, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Angst, elements of kidnapping and all that goes with

A/N: Please see Masterpost for a note regarding this and upcoming chapters’ tags

AoS notes at the end

Word Count: 3,067

Chapter 15 of ?

AO3

Right Now

Evelyn poked her head out of the bunk, listening carefully for any nearby voices, but all she heard was quiet. She cautiously emerged, sliding the door softly behind her, and walked swiftly, silently, to the galley. She had only been in the small kitchen once before, during her grand tour of the Bus, but the promise of an impossibly long day ahead had her already on edge. She needed coffee. Or wanted it. Maybe both. A nice hot cup of comforting coffee to get her through the first disaster of the day. And she had it in mind to stop by the bar and add a little something to help settle her nerves.

After looking through the cupboards, all she could find were sticks of instant coffee. She snorted. No wonder it never came close to the coffee in the tower. But it truly hadn’t been all that bad, she thought with a shrug, and it would definitely suffice today. The water in the electric kettle was still quite warm, it only took a minute or so to reach a boil. She had her cup prepared in no time at all, with space to spare, and headed down the length of the plane, making a pit stop at the bar.

She descended the spiral staircase carefully, feeling a little nervous to be inviting herself to the lab. But there had been nobody else on the main level that she’d seen, and she figured she’d be better off being as close to the loop as she could get without being in the middle of it. As soon as she was in sight, two curious faces looked up at her. Simmons looked a bit bemused before rearranging her features into a smile. Fitz grinned at her widely, and met her at the door.

“Evelyn! Hi! I--I didn’t think you’d be--” He stopped when he saw her coffee. “I could have made you tea.”

“Oh, no, that’s alright, coffee’s fine.”

“That’s not just coffee,” he said accusingly, sniffing at her cup.

“No,” she said. “It’s definitely not. I needed something a little extra…”

“Boozy?” Simmons suggested.

“For lack of a better word,” Evelyn agreed.

“That rough of a morning?” Simmons asked, with a look Evelyn couldn’t determine between worry and investigatory.

“Not yet, but I have a feeling it might turn out to be.”

The duo exchanged a look, then their attention was back on Evelyn.

“How do you mean?” Simmons asked.

Evelyn took a sip, and kept her cup up near her face as she answered, hoping to hide any tells. “You’ve never just had a feeling like that? Like oh, this is gonna be a long day…” She took another sip, and decided she hadn’t added enough whisky.

“Of course we have,” Fitz said, guiding her further into the room. “That’s perfectly normal, people have feelings like that all the time.”

“So, what’s everyone up to?”

“Skye’s upstairs working on something for Coulson. Everyone else is out on a mission,” Fitz said, directing her to the seat she’d used before. “We’ve been listening in on comms, the teams are all in place.”

“Oh,” she said, pausing before she sat down. “Should I go? I don’t want to be in the middle of things I shouldn’t know about.”

“That would be--” Simmons began.

“Completely unnecessary,” Fitz finished, to Simmons' chagrin. “We’ll just keep everything on our inner-ears, so you won’t be able to hear a thing.”

“Alright, then,” Evelyn said, and took her seat.

Fitz leaned against the counter beside her. “You know,” he said, looking over at her. “You didn’t have to hide earlier. Coulson would have made a smooth exit for you.”

“Maybe, but there were a lot of important looking people coming up those stairs, and I just…” she looked into her cup. “I got nervous.”

“Really,” Simmons said, keeping her eyes on her tablet. “The only reason to be nervous around a group of agents is if you have something to hide from them.”

“Or if you’ve been abducted by a group of them, Jemma,” Fitz said, his brows lowered over his eyes as he tried to convey how badly he thought Simmons was misreading the situation. Then he looked at Evelyn. “Don’t mind Simmons, she just doesn’t know how to handle guests in the lab.”

Simmons shot him a warning look.

Evelyn stood up and set her mug on the counter. “No, it’s alright, Fitz. I’m sure she knows how to be a gracious host. This is about you.”

Simmons’ eyes went wide for a brief moment, then settled narrowly on Evelyn. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re inferring.”

“What…” Fitz looked between the two women, confused.

Evelyn held eye contact with Simmons. “You’re upset with me because the first thing I did after Fitz offered to be my friend, was turn around and land him in hot water.”

Simmons glanced away. “That’s…”

“That was a shitty thing for a friend to do.” Evelyn looked directly at Fitz. “I’m sorry I took advantage of your kindness and risked you getting in trouble with Coulson.”

He nodded. “That’s, fine, it’s, I, don’t even mention it, Evie, you were--”

“I appreciate your understanding,” she said, then turned back to Simmons with a deep breath. “But as a prisoner--or whatever I am, that was the right move to make. I saw a way to reach Tony,” her eyes began to water, and she forced down the lump forming in her throat. She shrugged. “I had to try.”

Evelyn settled back into her seat and took a few shaky gulps of coffee. She considered just filling the mug with whisky when she was finished. That had been one of the most difficult mornings of her life, as far as she could remember, and she tried very hard not to think about it if she didn’t have to. Fitz watched her for a moment, then looked at Simmons, who was recomposing herself.

“You…” Simmons began slowly, returning her gaze to Evelyn, “are correct. It has been bothering me how committed Fitz is to befriending you when all you’ve done is ‘land him in hot water.’”

“Well,” Fitz said, dragging out the word. “Now that that’s settled, we can-”

He and Simmons looked at one another across the table, hands going to their ears. Evelyn felt like her heart skipped a beat. This was it. Things were in motion. She drank heavily from her cup; she didn’t know what face to wear in a situation like this.

Skye ran into the room. “Did you hear?”

Fitz and Simmons looked at her and said in unison, “We heard.”

Evelyn spent a lot of the day trying to stay out from underfoot. She manned her seat by the window like it was her battle-station, and kept a row of drinks lined up along the table to keep her at the ready: hot tea, warm coffee, cold water, and a tepid glass of scotch. She sipped on the scotch slowly, savoring each mouthful. If she couldn’t have Tony by her side, helping her get through the trials that lay ahead, she would have him at the forefront of her mind, she would have his warmth coursing through her veins, and she would have the taste of him on her tongue.

It wouldn’t be long now. Simmons and Triplett had been left at the Hub. Coulson and May had realized that Blake fired one of the tag rounds at Deathlok. Skye had traced the round. And now they were on their way (to Florida, she’d over heard) to the round’s location. To Deathlok’s location. To where Nash would be waiting…

She took another sip from the scotch glass, and held it in her mouth, letting the liquid flood every space and bend around every curve. Could she do it? Would she be able to let an innocent man be killed to save her own skin? To let events unfold the way they did in the show? What would be the repercussions of trying to save him?

She released a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding, then swallowed. She’d spent so much of her time here, in this world, sitting on the sofa in the tower, thinking through problems just like this, and still didn’t have a single answer. And now she was running out of time. The clock was ticking. She needed to make a decision about Nash, before one would be made for her.

“Abel.”

Evelyn looked up to see Ward quickly approaching her.

“All hands on deck; you’ll have to be on the move with us. Let’s go.”

She stood, her mind shifting into overdrive in an effort to expedite solving her problem and register what he’d just said.

He thrust a bulletproof vest at her. “Gear up. Loading bay in ten,” he said with a nod.

She nodded in return, and watched him walk away. What. What? She was going to leave the Bus? She had to go with them? She was going to leave the Bus. Tony… She needed to find a way to send a signal to Tony. She held up the vest, looking it up and down, then tossed it in her seat.

A quick trip to the bathroom, then to the bar to top off her glass, and she was back by the window. She pulled the vest over her head, and hastily fastened the straps. That was it. She was geared up. Ha! She’d find out soon enough just how geared she really was. Whisky glass in hand, Evelyn made her way down the stairs to join the rest of the group.

Apparently, she was late to the party. Coulson was in the middle of briefing everyone on what to expect. Everyone gave her a quick look, Fitz gave her a small smile, and Ward looked disappointed.

“Abel, there’ll be a van pulling in once we pull our vehicle out. I want you in it the entire time. It’ll be the safest cover we can provide, and guards will be posted inside and out,” Coulson said. She nodded her understanding, and he continued. “I cannot stress enough how important it is for you to stay in the van, Miss Abel.”

She nodded again. “Got it.”

He must have been satisfied with whatever look she had on her face, because he nodded in return, then told the team to be ready to go in five. May gave her a look, muttered something about Stark and tastes, then broke off with Coulson in conversation. It looked like Ward was running down safety points with Skye. Fitz double and triple checked his own gear, then looked over Evelyn’s vest.

“Didn’t Ward tell you how to wear it? Or did he just throw it at you and walk away?”

“Hm?”

Fitz rolled his eyes. “Threw it and walked away. Come here, let me show you,” he said, as he took the few steps needed to be in front of her. “May I?”

She took a sip, then nodded. “Yeah, I mean, whatever you need to do to make sure I survive.”

Oh. There it was. The underlying fear. The next round was about to start, and all Evelyn had for protection was a bulletproof vest. Yikes.

Fitz was adjusting the straps over her shoulders. “You’re going to be fine, Evelyn. Coulson wouldn’t take you out with us if he thought otherwise. But you need to have this on correctly just to be safe. You have to have the plates up like this, so they’re covering your heart and lungs, front and back.”

“Heart and lungs,” she repeated vaguely, staring at the wall beyond him, her mind gone empty.

He nudged her arms out of the way so he could get to her sides. “And keep these straps snug, but not too tight.”

“Not too tight…”

He straightened up with his hands on his lower back, and took a breath, trying to think of reassuring words to offer. The ramp began to lower, and she went rigid, pulled her shoulders back, lifted her chin, and brought her focus back to the problem at hand. Her window for action was closing.

She recognized the van. It was the van Skye would be in while everyone else went looking for Deathlok. Mike Peterson. What would happen to him if Evelyn tried to save Nash? There were so many variables to consider. No wonder she’d never been able to figure out what to do about Sokovia, or the Accords, or… anything. She couldn’t even make up her mind about one man’s life, how was she supposed to make a decision on a larger scale?

They soon reached their destination. She could hear agents rushing around outside and orders being given. An agent in full gear pulled open the door and stepped in. He nodded at her, then settled into the corner behind the passenger seat. Skye wasn’t far behind.

“Hey! Looks like we’re both relegated to the time out van,” she said, a bitter edge in her tone.

Evelyn gave her a commiserating smile. “It’s the safest cover they have to offer.”

Skye chuckled and began setting up gear. “Yeah, well, it feels more like I’m being sidelined.”

“They’re keeping you safe and making use of your strongest skill set at the same time, right?”

“Well…”

“I’m sure it’s for the best. Plus, this way, they have an extra set of eyes on me.”

Skye shifted uncomfortably. She hadn’t been told explicitly to keep an eye on Abel in the van, but it was always implied, especially in a situation like this.

“It’s fine,” Evelyn said. “It’s nice to have company.”

While that’s what she said, Evelyn tuned out from the events around her entirely. Running out of time was an understatement. The time was here. The time was now. She needed to make up her damn mind.

She continued to sip her scotch, her mind floating between Nash (catatonic, immobile, and innocent), to wondering if a bulletproof vest would be enough to stop Deathlok if he changed course and came her way, and to Tony. If something happened to her, here or on the Bus or at the Hub, would they tell him? Or would he just be left wondering, never knowing what happened to her?

The door opened and Fitz climbed in, slamming it shut behind him.

“Welcome to the party,” Skye said over her shoulder.

“Yeah, you lot seem like a lively bunch,” he said, then turned to Evelyn. “Alright, Evie?”

“Don’t mind her,” Skye said, eyes on the screen before her. “She’s either Stark-level drunk, or on another planet entirely.”

Fitz gave Evelyn a lingering look of worry, then joined Skye at the monitor. The van was silent as he and Skye watched and listened to events unfold inside the building through their comms.

“Ward, are you ok?” Skye asked. There was a pause, and then, “Requesting one now. May, he’s coming your way.”

Evelyn looked at their backs, and her heart began to beat a little faster. They were going to find Nash soon… She needed to think, goddamn it, think!

“On their way,” Fitz said, as he tapped on his tablet.

They were watching the screen closely. “Uh, barely, sir. It leads down into the sewer system. That’s under at least…” he looked at Skye as he ran a quick estimate in his head, “forty feet of concrete? We’ll be blind down there.”

And then he said the words she hoped wouldn’t come, hoped would be different in this world: “Sir, there’s someone else down there.”

Evelyn finally came to life. She hovered between Fitz and Skye, watching the screen, waiting for who she knew would appear. When at last Nash’s still form could be seen, the image of his eyes flashed through her mind. She had thought he looked afraid; that was what she remembered most about him from that episode: he looked afraid, and then he died.

She wasn’t thinking anymore. Her body moved on its own accord. She threw the door open, and clambered out of the van, then ran, the glass thrown to the pavement as she swung her arms. She could hear shouts behind her, but they were muffled through the sound of blood rushing through her ears. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that an innocent man was about to be killed, and she had to stop it.

Suddenly, there was an impact against her back. She was going down. Her hands flew out in front of her to brace against the pavement, but everything happened too fast. Her body was flung against the ground, hands, forearms, face, all scraping against the gritty surface. A heavy weight laid atop her, pressing her heaving chest down. Then it was lifted, and so was she.

The agent pulled her hands behind her back, securing them together with a zip tie, then marched her back to the van. Whatever he’d said, Evelyn didn’t hear it, she was too busy thinking through her actions, and inaction. Fitz was hanging out of the van, Skye behind him watching between Evelyn and the screen.

Fitz was taking in her injuries as she got closer. “What in the bloody hell, Evelyn?!”

She looked at him, with tears in her eyes and running down her cheeks, and shook her head, then cast her gaze elsewhere, anywhere but his kind eyes. He moved aside as the agent shoved her into the van, and the agent waiting inside took a hold of her, planting her firmly beside him with a firm grip on her arm. She kept her head low, eyes on the floor. She didn’t want to see what would happen next.

Fitz returned to Skye’s side in front of the screen. The van was silent again. The agent’s fingers loosened on her arm. The tears stung in her torn up cheek. She swore she could hear their hearts stop the moment Nash was shot.

Skye spoke first. “Wait. What just happened?”

Fitz’s hands were up in the air, like he didn’t know what to do with them. “Did Ward just…”

Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut, and pressed her lips together. She was too late. She decided too late. She’d sat around thinking for too long. What good was all this knowledge, if she couldn’t be decisive enough to act on it?

“Miss Abel has been located, sir.”

In episode 16 of season 1, they finally find the alleged Clairvoyant, Nash, who had previously ordered for Skye to be shot, and Ward shoots and kills Nash as he’s “talking” to Coulson about Skye dying for whatever it is she has that they want. Nash was talking through a text/thought (?) to speech program and the text was showing up on another screen in the room.

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G, imma need Out of My League- Fitz and the Tantrums with Josh

hehehe I had fun writing this

Out Of My League- Fitz and the Tantrums

There were only a handful of times were Josh was speechless. When the band won a grammy, when he hears the crowd cheer before they go on stage, whenever Jake plays a cool solo, and whenever he sees you.

You were Josh's weakness. Something he had dreamed of for years. He knew it would be hard to find love with his career. He wanted something real, not something artificial and fake. Josh was a sensitive person, and couldn't bare the thought of having his heart broken. He had guarded his heart, but you broke down those walls. He knew you were the one the second he had laid eyes on you.

He had spotted you during a show, one of the only ones without their phones in their hands. Your gold eyeshadow matched his look from the candlelight sessions. You sang back every word he sang and the look on your face was as though you were just trying to soak in every moment. When Josh noticed you, he became flustered, and forgot the words to 'Black Smoke Rising'. Jake looked at him confused, and Josh walked over to his twin and whispered in his ear.

"I found her. I found my future wife,"

At the end of the show, Josh jumped down from the stage and handed you a rose with a note stuck to it. You didn't say anything, just smiled as you took it. To be honest you didn't even notice the note at first, it wasn't until you got back into your car you saw it.

'Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,'- Shakespeare.

Josh had gave you his number and you began texting him. He spent all his free time waiting for his phone to ding. The boys got annoyed and Sam actually threw his phone across an empty venue to get him to focus (it led to a fight and Sam buying Josh a new phone).

Josh swore you were out of his league. He had a hard time believing you were real. If this was all a dream, Josh never wanted to wake up from it. If you really only lived in Josh's mind, he would be damned to see reality after that. You were everything he had wished for and more. You were kind, explaining to Josh what you did for a living as a teacher. You were caring, always checking in on Josh and making sure he was eating three meals a day and drinking water. You were beautiful, not just in appearance but in your mind too. The way you talked and could carryon a conversation about literally anything made Josh's heart race.

You guys would talk for hours on the phone, when Josh and you both should've been getting some well needed rest. Josh was telling you about all the things he had planned to do when he finally got back to you. You urged him to go home first, but he demanded to come see you.

And that's exactly what he was doing at this moment. His heart started racing as soon as the plane touched down in your home town. He couldn't believe you were really coming to get him and not someone else. But he knew the moment he would hold you in his arms, all his anxiety and fears would melt away. He was basically bouncing off the walls of the plane waiting for his exit. He had to withhold himself from sprinting down the halls and stairs to you.

You stood at the bottom of the escalator, a sign in your hands and flowers. You were just as shaky and nervous as he was. When you saw the first person descended down the stairs, your heart quickened. When you saw that too familiar yellow jacket and khaki pants step on the escalator and maneuver around people, you couldn't help but squeal. As soon as his white vans hit solid ground, he took off running to you. You met him halfway, throwing your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. He spun you in a small circle and you giggled.

"You're real," Josh said, setting you down, and running a hand over his cheek.

"Of course I am! You saw me at the show! You gave me a flower," You laughed at him.

"I know," Josh sighed, and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was everything you imagined it to be. His lips were soft, tasting of cherry flavored chapstick, "This is more than just a dream."

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“BEING THE YOUNGEST AGENT ON THE TEAM, AND DAISY TAKING YOU UNDER HER WING AND BEING PROTECTIVE (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”

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You remind Daisy a lot of herself when she was younger—young and inexperienced, prone to recklessness and always ready with a joke

The HYDRA Uprising had forced you to step up, despite your age, and within months you went from being basically a student to a member of the last bastion of SHIELD

Which would be a lot for anyone, and Daisy couldn’t help but take you under her wing

She spoke to Coulson about getting you on her team, having you train under her and May

And to Daisy’s surprise, May agreed that you two would be good for each other

Daisy treating you constantly like you were a little sibling, even small things like messing up your hair whenever she walked by, or her and Mack making up funny nicknames for you

You were her shadow around the base, never far behind, and people became accustomed to seeing the two of you together

You really looked up to her, and Coulson always found it funny how you mirrored Daisy’s mannerisms or turns of phrase, often looking to her when you didn’t know what to say or do

As a teacher, she was patient, often willing to joke around

May once commenting, as she walked by: “sounds more like chatting than training.”

Daisy: “Hey, it’s both. Y/N can multitask.”

Unfortunately, other parties took note of your relationship with Daisy, and how much she cared for you

When your team ran into Ward again, you didn’t know who he was, but he had sure heard about you.

Ward: “Heard you got a little sidekick since we last met. That’s adorable.” There was a coldness in his eyes that unnerved you. “Let’s see how well you trained them.”

Daisy used her abilities to push you out of danger before you could act, which caused your first blow up fight when you got back to base

You: “What’s the point of training if you won’t even let me fight?!”

Daisy: “That wasn’t your fight. I know what they’re capable of, and I wasn’t going to put you in that kind of danger.”

You: “I signed up for that kind of danger! I’m not a kid! You don’t need to protect me and I’m tired of you treating me like I’m incapable of looking out for myself!”

You stormed off, and May was there to witness the whole fight in the hangar

May: “Sounds like someone I used to know.”

On the next mission, Daisy finally gave you more autonomy, though this was exactly what your enemy was waiting for

By the time you realized it was a trap, it was too late. You were incapacitated and taken away, your comm feed going dead in Daisy’s ear

You had been correctly identified as Daisy’s weak point—one of the things that would cause her to break protocol on the mission

But it was too late. By the time she arrived, you were long gone, and the enemy had gotten away

And Daisy was already gearing for another fight, even though she had been badly injured in the first one

One of Fitz’s drones has managed to capture your abduction—Daisy putting a hand over her mouth when she saw how scared you looked, how small you seemed alone and surrounded by HYDRA operatives

Coulson: “I know you’re upset, and believe me, we’re going to get them back. But we can’t go in guns blazing. They took them for a reason and they’re hoping to get to you.”

Daisy: “I don’t care. Every minute we sit here is another minute they’re hurting y/n.”

She didn’t stop at anything until they got you back, and didn’t leave your side the entire time you were recovering

She couldn’t get the pictures and hostage videos that had been sent to SHIELD out of her head, and even though you were safe and recovering, she couldn’t imagine what you were dreaming about when you began to struggle in your sleep

And when you woke up, you still had the same terrified look in your eyes, the one that had haunted Daisy in the days you were missing

She couldn’t help but feel like she had failed you in some way, failed to keep you safe

But your relationship was stronger than that-- and you trusted her more than ever. Because she had gotten you out, had stormed the castle with little intel and resources, to at least try to find you

And you would follow her to the ends of the earth

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Miles Between Us Chapter 14 ~The Element of Surprise ~

WARNING: VERY EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

Previously in The Reunion

They fitted perfectly, her softness cradling his boneless heap, making him hard as steel again. Some part of his brain must have still been functioning because he jerked and reached out for her bra to cover her when his doorbell rang. Christ! Forcing his body to move with marginal success, he yanked her up and pulled up his jeans.

Claire slid off the table and grabbed her clothes. "Who could that be?"

"That better not be yer uncle or ..." Jamie trailed off, muttering curses under his breath, annoyed at the disturbance as he was just revving up for part two of their lovemaking. When he opened the door, a sense of deja vu hit him when he saw Mrs Fitz standing there with what seemed like a plate of a lemon meringue pie. What the fuck?

"Mrs Fitz!"

The older woman didn't bother to hide her curiosity this time as her eyes tried to peer past his shoulders. "Heard ye have company, lad, and I havenae seen Miss Claire the last couple of days."

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Six Days Later

Claire's heavy eyelids fluttered open, her brain still addled by sleep. It took her a while to gather her thoughts and remember how she'd made it to bed last night. She shifted slightly in bed, but there's a two-hundred-fifty pound of hard-muscled, naked male restricting her movement. Jamie's arm was draped across her waist, securing her against his chest, her legs confined under his heavier ones. She could feel his soft, steady breathing blowing warm air on top of her head, reminding her how well he'd been sleeping the last few nights. There had been no night terrors or unpleasant dreams interrupting his sleep, and she put it down to his workload during the day and their physical activities between the sheets at night.

Today was Friday, and the realisation caused a huge smile to spread across her face. Last night she'd worked late until past ten, and Jamie had found her fallen asleep in front of her laptop in her studio shed. He'd scooped her up in his arms and helped her get ready for bed, and just before sleep claimed her, he'd whispered he had a surprise for her today.

She wondered what the surprise was and guess it would probably be a long lie-in for them and breakfast in bed. Looking back, the past few days had flown by in a blur, packed with work and catching up with her uncle Lamb during nights. Ever since her emotional reunion with Jamie, her work-related things had gone from a shamble of mess to running smoothly. It's as if the universe had decided to grant her reprieve as everyone went out their way to appease her. Even her boss John seemed to have given her space and was allowing her to work in peace. Somehow, deep down, she had a sneaking suspicion Jamie had something to do with it.

It had all began at the start of the week when Jamie had been at work. Tom had stopped by the cottage to hand her a signed contract agreeing to his book's publication. By the time she'd told John the good news, he'd been in his element detailing his main point plan for getting the word out and announcing the book deal to Tom's adoring followers. She'd thought her boss would demand to get her and Tom on the next plane to London, but instead, John had told her he'd arranged a team to fly to Inverness for a formal meeting with their new author. As if that wasn't enough, two days later, Mary had produced enough drafts for Claire to work on and promised there would be more on the way. Her uncle, sensing work was piling, would occasionally stop by either to whip up something to eat or bring food while she'd been ensconced in her studio shed. Not that it was unusual for her uncle to perform domesticated pursuits; however, it's still surprising that he was going the extra mile to help around the house when he had the Highlands at disposal for his adventures being an outdoor person that he was.

It's becoming clear this week was proving to be a period of many turning points. She had no idea what the future had in store for her and Jamie, but she knew something had shifted in their relationship, and it was definitely for the better. Though she's still the same girl who's still trying to find her place in the world and fit in, she knew she'd changed, too. A few months ago, she would have probably backed down from any forms of conflicts, citing life as complicated enough without adding more complications. But she'd learned how to respond, choose fights that are worth fighting for and cast aside that wasn't deserving of her peace of mind. She'd also learned that once in a while, it's good for her sanity to give propriety and rules the middle finger when a situation called for it.

It's hard to believe she's planning her life in the Highlands, the place where her parents had met and found love in each other. In her quest to get to know them more, she'd spent her holidays here to be closer to their memories and live that adventure they'd so craved. Now, she was involved with a man tormented with demons. If her parents were still alive today, she wondered how they would receive Jamie. Would they have been like Jenny or her uncle, suspicious and sceptical of their relationship? Or would they have been happy with her choice just like Willie, Brian, and Ellen have been with Jamie's?

Deep in her heart, she knew that her parents would have taken one look at them and understood that Jamie was special and meant to be her life adventure. From what Claire had surmised from uncle Lamb's stories, her parents have been that kind of people, magnanimous of spirit and always saw the best in others. Jamie was like that too. He'd taken a gamble with her despite their differences and the geographical challenges ahead. Though it seemed she was helping him with his condition, unbeknownst to Jamie, he too was helping her heal the part of her that became an orphan. In some invisible way, he was repairing something in the fabric of her world that had been torn down the middle when her parents passed away. She absorbed that thought and was reminded of what Uncle Lamb once told her, that her father always had a peculiar sense of humour. With that in mind, she'd like to think that just maybe her father had sent Jamie her way on purpose. His way of telling her to let go of the past, not over-think, embrace the Highlands as much as he had and just love.

Lying next to Jamie in bed, she felt totally at peace. They might have had a crisis of faith, but she was confident they'll find their way through whatever path was laid before them. Their love wasn't and probably never going to be easy, given their journey had been emotional, tangled with roadblocks, denials and self-preservation. Still, she wanted to find her way with him. She'd just discovered this strength she didn't realise she had, and Jamie continued to surprise her with his single-mindedness purpose to be cured. Someone once said there's no fulfilment without a bit of struggle. Just like in the stories she hoped to publish one day, the heroes had to break down first and bleed before earning their happy ending. Well, if that's the rule, she couldn't envision facing life's trials and tests with any other person to stand beside her other than Jamie.

Her smile was still in place when her thoughts were suspended by a rush of heat as Jamie's hand coasted over her hip to disappear between her thighs. A sudden thrill shot through her, making her breath catch in her lungs. He shifted the leg holding her thighs down and deftly opened her to his touch, stroking the sensitive flesh in between. She felt his shaft stir against her bottom as she scooted closer to him, eliciting a guttural sound to escape his lips.

"I can practically hear the cogs turning in yer head, Sassenach," he muttered thickly, his breathing turning shallow at the back of her neck. He nipped her earlobe between his teeth and tugged. "What's going on in that mind of yers?"

"Oh, this and that and how you've been sleeping soundly ...these last few nights." She gasped out loud when he rubbed her nub with a calloused thumb. She tilted her head back to look at his face, and her lips were met by a long-drawn, possessive kiss. By the time their mouths parted, she was panting for air and squirming against him mindlessly.

"Christ, ye're ready for me. Why did ye no' wake me up?" He thrust his finger deep inside her, fondling the spot he knew drove her wild and frantic. "Next time ye want me, wake me up."

"I-I couldn't. You were sleeping so peacefully."

He paused his ministrations. "That's no' the answer I was hoping to hear."

Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! "Y-yes, next time, I'll wake you up!"

"That's my lass." He sank another finger into her entrance. But as she tried to clench around him, his fingers slid out, using her wetness to coat her nub and gently rub her aching flesh. She wanted to scream at him for teasing her, but he only softly chuckled against her neck. At that moment, she needed to come more than she needed air. She hoarsely whispered his name in a plea for release. "Ach, no' yet, Sassenach ... ye listen better when I'm touching ye." She yelped when he suddenly yanked the covers away and flipped her on her stomach, the crisp morning air caressing her heated skin. "Let me see first that beautiful arse of yers." He shoved a pillow beneath her hips, putting her in a highly arousing position, her face mushed against the mattress and her bottom in the air. "Such a beautiful bum."

"Jamie ..."

He kneaded the curves of her buttocks as he let out a frustrated male groan. "Let us talk first. This is the only time I'm pretty sure ye're no' gonnae argue with me with what I'm about to say. Ye listening?"

"Yes, yes ...get on with it, damn it!"

He laughed out loud just before his lips travelled along the path of her spine, kissing and nibbling her flesh. One hand slid around her belly and down the apex of her thighs, slipping blunt fingers into her folds as his mouth moved to her neck. He lingered there, biting hard and then soothing the sting with a lick of his tongue. Anticipation pulsated within her body, and goosebumps erupted on her skin as the weight of his erection slid against her upturned bottom, and Jamie positioned himself behind her. When he hefted her higher with his forearm, she let out a squeak. "Ye'll no' be working this weekend."

"Jamie," she whimpered. "B-but I can't."

"Oh yes, ye can." Skilled fingers stroke her sensitive nub, and with one thrust of his hips, he completely filled her, taking her by surprise. She nearly screamed, pressing her mouth against the mattress, suddenly mindful of nosey neighbours. She remembered what Jamie had told her about Mrs Fitz and muffled her moans on the covers of the bed.

"Oh, God, this is not fair," she breathed on an uneven exhale.

"I told ye last night, I have a wee surprise for ye. Ye've worked long enough this week. Ye're taking a wee break this weekend." When she didn't respond, he stilled his hips and took out his fingers from inside her. "You need a break, Sassenach. Now, for the love of God, just say yes, Jamie."

When Jamie drew out his hardness and plunged deeply back into her, heart-stopping sensations coursed through her whole body. Something about how he positioned her, the fluid, smooth drives of his movement made her mad with need. She wanted to urge him to go faster, but she clamped her mouth shut. He was deliberately torturing her and forcing her to agree with him. So she decided she was going to get her own back. Contracting her inner walls, she clenched around him. From experience, she knew the more he had to work to push into her, the wilder he would become. Just when she thought she finally got the upper hand, he paused and dropped his weight, stopping just short of squashing her. "No, no, no! Please don't stop!" she wailed.

"Oh, aye." He pushed his lower body tight to her bottom, his erection throbbing inside her. When she tried to wriggle her bum to urge him to start moving again, he firmly gripped her hips in place. "Ah, I ken what ye're up to," he whispered hotly in her ears. "I'm no' taking no for an answer. Ye owe this break to yourself."

"You don't play fair."

"Neither do ye."

Thinking she could compromise later after spending the whole morning with him, she finally conceded. "Fine. Just keep moving, for God's sake!" she hissed.

He let out a pained laugh and pressed his lips on the crook of her neck. "Good lass, ye ken it makes sense." Then cursing under his breath, he moved all the way out in one smooth slide before deliciously gliding deep back. "Christ, I can feel ye want to come, but ye're going to stay with me a little longer. Ye fell asleep on me last night, leaving me with a painful cockstand."

"Jesus, Jamie."

"Aye," he rasped hoarsely into her hair. "I said the same thing when ye wriggled that pert arse against me and fell asleep immediately."

The way his thickness was invading her from an angle almost sent her hurtling over the edge. And it gave her a new appreciation for math. The thought almost made her laughed out loud if it wasn't for the pulsing pleasure between her legs.

"Christ ...look at ye," Jamie gritted, his voice sounding raw and almost severe. "So bloody perfect."

He nudged her legs wider and changed his movements to short, strong strokes, increasing his pace with primitive energy that left her gasping for breath. With the sound of their slapping bodies, the earthy scent of arousal, the sweaty slide of skin, her belly began to tighten and coil.

"I just want to make ye happy, Sassenach," he groaned, bearing down his upper body more, his hips relentlessly pounding into hers. "So just say yes to my wee surprise, aye?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Their voices sounded so far away, and her initial hesitation about taking a break from work almost forgotten. Not entirely, though. She tried to grasp that mental note about emails to be sent, but the hand gripping her hips moved, and fingers slid to rub her nub, stroking and pushing her further towards her peak. She gave in and widened her thighs to let him fill her more. But it left her no time to prepare for the release that shattered her apart, her love for him and the physical pleasure fusing to intensify the sensations blasting through her. It threatened to overwhelm her, but Jamie's presence anchored her as he followed her over, groaning her name, gripping her hips with a fierceness as he claimed her for his.

Moments later, he pulled her boneless body in his arms and tucked her into his chest, tugging the covers over them and curving his front to her back. He held her tightly as the morning light streamed through the windows.

Battling to keep her eyes open, thoughts of work slithered in, but it kept flittering away with her consciousness before she could dwell on it. Maybe just for a minute, she thought. But Jamie smelled so good, and his tender strokes enticed a hazy sleep to claim her muscles, dragging her down into the dark. Just one minute.

As she eased into sleep, his whisper drifted toward her unconscious. "It's still early, Sassenach. Sleep a wee bit more. Your wee surprise will come soon enough."

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Claire woke for the second time that morning with an unladylike shriek when the mattress dipped and moved. Muddled, she jackknifed into a sitting position, eyes scanning wildly around the curtain-dimmed room for a trespasser. Claire knew someone was there, her gut instinct telling her it wasn't Jamie. Summoning her eyes to refocus, she collapsed with relief when she realised who it was sat at the foot of the bed.

"Surprise!" Annalise squealed, clapping her hands.

"Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ!" She swiped her bedraggled hair out of her face. "You scared me bloody witless."

"Bloody hell, you're jumpy." Annalise shifted a hip on the bed. "Jamie's bad dreams rubbing off on you now, are they?"

"That's not something to joke about," she glowered at her friend, pulling the covers up to her chin.

Annalise' smile waned a bit. "Hey, what's up? I'm not making fun of Jamie's nightmares, and you know that." Her shoulders slumped. "In case you don't know, bad dreams can happen to anyone. In fact, I had a bad dream a few days ago. I was being chased by a pirate."

Suddenly feeling bad for snapping at her friend, she mentally dispersed the sleep fog in her brain and gave Annalise an apologetic smile. So this was her surprise, she thought. Not that Claire wasn't happy to see her friend, but she'd expected Jamie's surprise to be a romantic weekend with him. She let out a sigh. "Chased by a pirate, huh? Let me guess ...sunken chest and no booty?"

Annalise perked up at Claire's feeble attempt to sound less grumpy. "Har de har har! I didn't realise you could be funny before coffee. A total package for a marauding pirate if I may say so."

"Tell that to Captain Beard," she mumbled, getting out of bed.

"Aye, matey!" Annalise mischievously winked. "That's if he happens to be in Isle of Harris this weekend. Which is where, by the way, we're going, as in, now! So get packing!"

Claire stilled and shook her head. "Wot?" She began to shake her head, tugging the covers around her as she made her way to the dresser. "Oh no, no, no! I'm not leaving this place for any man or woman, including you, blondie! I've got a pile of work to do. You know I have deadlines."

"Oh no, you don't. You stop right there, missy! Have you forgotten you agreed with Jamie to take a weekend break?"

Claire's eyes widened. "Oh, did he also tell you how he got me to agree?"

"No. But you can tell me later on the plane."

"Plane?" Claire dropped her face in her hands. "Oh, God, I can't believe I agreed to this. Jamie never told me anything."

Annalise stood up from where she was sitting and crossed her arms across her chest. "Hmmm, you don't look too happy to be spending time with me."

She puffed out a breath. "It's not that ..."

"We haven't had girly time in ages, Claire. Jamie thought it would do you a world of good to have a bit of fun."

"So now what? You and Jamie plotting and ganging up on me behind my back, is that it?" Claire accused. "What about Willie? Surely, you miss him more than me. When was the last time you saw him?"

Annalise grinned. "Don't worry about Willie. We have been doing a lot of catching up all night last night, and you want to know what he did?"

Claire's face crumpled in disgust as she held up a hand. "Oh, gross! Too much information. I don't want to hear about your sex life."

Annalise laughed out loud. "Fine, I won't discuss our sex life if you start packing now. Besides, you wouldn't want to waste the tickets Jamie worked so hard for, now, do you?"

Oh dear Lord, save me from well-meaning friends! She didn't really want to leave, but if Jamie had spent money organising this trip, she wasn't about to let it go to waste. But ... "How about uncle Lamb? He came to see me, and I can't just leave him."

"He knows all about the trip, and I've been told he's got a few excursions planned around the Highlands."

"Oh, well ...if that's the case, I need to call Mary and John and let them know what I'm up to this weekend."

Annalise grinned. "Jamie's sorted it already."

"Wot?" she exclaimed with disbelief, her hands landing onto her hips. "Jamie's been planning this with you all along, hasn't he?" She shook her head. "I-I can't believe it!"

"You better believe it."

Claire blew out a breath of exasperation. "Fine! Grab my suitcase. It's in the airing cupboard."

"Yay!" Annalise whirled on her feet and pumped her fist in the air. Claire couldn't help but smile as enthusiasm began to wiggle its way through her system. Maybe Jamie was right. She owed it to herself to have a break, and probably a change of scenery was what she needed. After Mary had delivered the goods, Claire had worked herself to the bone all week and sometimes into the wee hours of the morning. She was already in her second round of edits on the extensive manuscripts Mary had submitted and must admit they were indeed making progress. As for Tom, her job with him was done, and the team organised by John should be arriving next week. It was definitely time for a bit of fun.

On second thoughts, though it was generous of Jamie to arrange the trip, it would have been nice if he could come along too. But the idea of Jamie's condition worsening with something as simple as weekend trips away brought a feeling of melancholy to descend upon her. She had no doubt Jamie would be cured, and they'd be able to travel together one day, so she forced herself to shake off the momentary bout of wistfulness when Annalise came bounding back with her small suitcase.

"So ...you talked to Jamie. Where is he, by the way?" she asked, grabbing clothes from the dresser and throwing them in the bed. "He left early this morning."

"Oh! Jamie said he needed to be somewhere important, and he'll see you when we return. Willie will be driving us to the airport." When Claire frowned, Annalise came up behind her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, we'll only be away for two days, and you'll see him again Sunday night."

It was apparent to Claire she'd been at a disadvantage waking up to the news of the weekend trip because if Jamie had suggested it a few days ago, she would have definitely put her foot down and refused. Unfortunately, Annalise and Jamie knew her too well; hence they'd planned this trip in secrecy.

Claire absorbed that for a few heartbeats and felt a tad of guilt. It had been a while she'd spent time with Annalise, and once her job was done in London, she'd be living with Jamie. Plus, who knew when she'd have another chance to hang out with her best friend ...just the two of them and in the Isle of Harris at that. Besides, they always had a great time together. There was no sense in spoiling their spontaneous weekend with her stubbornness. She might as well make the most of it.

Claire turned to face her friend and smiled. "Do I have time to shower?"

"Plenty of time," Annalise beamed. "While you get ready, I'll make some coffee. I know what you're like without your cuppa first thing." And with that, she danced out of the room, whistling, leaving Claire to shake her head in amusement.

Later that morning, as they drove past the motorway exit for the airport, Claire shifted restlessly in the backseat of Willie's car, watching the familiar structure pass by in a blur outside her window. She frowned. Willie must have forgotten to take the turn. Uh oh! But before she could say anything, Willie veered to a different dual-carriageway. She tried to relax back into her seat, thinking there was probably a different route to the airport she didn't know of.

Eventually, they pulled to a stop in front of a building that didn't resemble a terminal, but there was an airfield and a charter plane coming out of the hangar. When Willie stepped out of the car, a man with worn jeans, a black leather jacket and a pair of aviators waved. He looked kind of familiar, but Claire was unsure.

"Who is that?" Claire asked quietly.

Annalise followed her line of vision. "Oh, I thought you knew that guy." She frowned when Claire shook her head and squinted to get a better look. "I was told the guy flying our plane was the soon to be famous Highlands' ultimate guide to Scotland." As if on cue, the man removed his aviators and started walking towards their car, a smile plastered to his unshaven face. When he waved at them, Annalise giggled, and Claire's eyes widened in confusion. "You probably can't recognise him from afar ...it's your author, Tom Christie," Annalise announced with a satisfied smile and to her utmost shock. "He's flying us to Stornoway."

What the bloody hell? Jamie arranged this?

Dear Readers,

Thank you all for your readership and the feedback from the previous chapter. I'm super thrilled a lot of you enjoyed it after what I put you all through with Jamie and Claire's roller-coaster journey. I hope it was worth it all in the end.

Speaking of the end, the next chapter will be the last for this arc, and after taking a break, I will start arc three of the WONDERWALL series. I'll keep you updated here. Meanwhile, feel free to speculate what the next chapter will be. Until my next update, wishing you all good health and vibes. X

#melodyheart #wonderwall #milesbetweenus #claire beauchamp/jamie fraser #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #outlanderfanfic

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in-love-with-4-marauders · 3 years

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Out of My League - Remus Lupin

Young Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1176

Warnings: None, just a fluffy little fic

Song based fanfic inspired by “Out of My League” by Fitz and The Tantrums, I recommend having it playing in the background as you read <3

Song lyrics are written in bolded text

Enjoy!

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More than just a dream

A light sigh was one of the few sounds that could be heard in the late night of the Gryffindor common room.

More than just a dream

A light sigh, the occasional soft flipping from pages of a book, the crackling of the fire, and the sound of loud rain coming from just outside the large windows.

40 days and 40 nights

Remus Lupin sits on the common room couch, fully ignoring the book sitting in his lap, choosing instead to keep his eyes trained on you, sitting next to him as you peacefully read your book of choice.

I waited for a girl like you to come and save my life

He thinks back to the days before the two of you had met as he observed you carefully, remembering just how low things had been for him before the light of his life showed up.

All the days I waited for you

And all the days spent directly after meeting you, feeling undeniably lighter but still longing, wishing to hold you in his arms, tell you he loves you and have you say it back.

You know the ones who said I’d never find someone like you

He remembers the endless teasing he endured once James and Sirius caught sight of the heart eyes he constantly (and unknowingly) sent in your direction.

‘Cause you were out of my league

He remembers the countless days spent wishing he could talk to you, then once he got the chance to, he’d only be able to get out a few words before fumbling over the rest of whatever it was he was trying to say.

All the things I believed

He could never gain any confidence around you because he always thought that there would be someone better for you.

You were just the right kind

You were perfectly imperfect in his eyes.

Yeah, you were more than just a dream

Kind, absolutely adorable, funny, beautiful, and just so simply you.

You were out of my league

That was what kept him from ever making a move on you.

Well, that and the fact that he was incapable of forming a proper sentence around you.

Got my heartbeat racing

Remus found himself always wanting to speak to you but nearly always held back, reminding himself that he could never be good enough for you.

If I die, don’t wake me

He figured that he could simply watch from afar. That way, you have the space to find somebody else and Remus could try his best to be happy for you, no matter how much the thought pained him.

‘Cause you are more than just a dream

That was until you started talking to him on your own volition, seemingly as often as you possibly could.

From time to time I pinch myself

He can’t believe that he is fortunate enough to call you his girlfriend. It seems, more than anything, like a dream that he’ll wake up from at any passing second.

Because I think my girl mistakes me for somebody else

When you first showed a romantic interest in him he was sure that you were talking to the wrong person. Remus was convinced that although the two of you had grown close in the time you had been talking, you only saw him as a friend.

And every time she takes my hand

And those doubts in himself resurface often, but every time they return you are right there to take him by the hand and gently remind him of how much he means to you.

All the wonders that remain become a simple fact

You are what brings him out of the darkness he fades into from time to time and he does the same for you whether he realizes it or not. Anyone around you can easily see that the two of you are made for each other.

That you were out of my league

Remus is broken out of his thoughts by you putting your book away, grabbing his hands and pulling him up off the couch with you.

All the things I believed

He doesn’t even question you, trusting you with his entire being, allowing you to pull him to his feet and out of the common room portrait.

You were just the right kind

It’s well past curfew so once you reach the hallway you have to skitter down the dark halls as quietly as you can, although your giggles could likely be heard from miles away.

Yeah, you were more than just a dream

At one point, Remus is sure that he spots Professor McGonagall down a side hallway, but she seems to only smile softly, shaking her head before turning in the opposite direction.

You were out of my league

You keep running until you reach the opening that leads to the courtyard where you finally stop to give yourself (and Remus) a chance to breathe.

Got my heartbeat racing

Although it doesn’t last long seeing as not even 15 seconds later you look up at Remus with a sparkle in your eyes that never fails to make his insides melt and say “ready?” gesturing to the courtyard where it’s pouring rain.

If I die, don’t wake me

A look of confusion flashes over his face for a second, however it quickly turns to a look of amusement when you remove your shoes and start running directly to the centre of the courtyard in the rain without even giving him time to respond.

‘Cause you are more than just a dream

You spin around in the rain, still fully clothed but without a care in the world.

You were out of my league

Remus can’t stop the loving look in his eyes and the goofy smile that grows on his face as he watches you be entirely and unapologetically you.

All the things I believed

In his mind, you are the most out of his league anyone could ever possibly be, but he really couldn’t bring himself to care because in that moment there was only one thing he wanted to do.

Yeah, you were just the right kind

So, following your carefree attitude he runs out to join you.

Yeah, you were more than just a dream

He gently grabs your waist while you’re mid-spin and pulls you in for a kiss.

You were out of my league

He has no idea how he got so lucky to be here, right now, dancing in the rain and smiling like an idiot with this angel in front of him.

Got my heartbeat racing

Remus is so irrevocably in love with you and he doesn’t ever want to live in a world where you aren’t by his side.

If I die, don’t wake me

And as you kiss the love of your life in the middle of the courtyard under pouring rain, you both unknowingly share the exact same thought.

‘You are so out of my league.’

‘Cause you are more than just a dream

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olivonie · 3 years

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biggest fan ; atsumu miya

(1) "maybe he's my laptop wallpaper"

synopsis ; you are the youngest bokuto, and the biggest atsumu miya fan in all history (self proclaimed) so just your luck that a threat from your older brother to go to his game ends in you meeting your celebrity crush, and trying to not freak out, but oh what chaos ensues...

perfumers guide ; is the best friend literally just me inserting into my OWN FANFIC?? W A BOKUTO LOVE STORY? yeah fuck off let me have what i want its my fanfic motherfucker,, u, our beautiful mc, are a fangirl/boy/them/idc,, also i referred to ur friend as ur friend the whole fic, might give them an alias later on but idk for now,, tysm to my loves @scouts-ahoy and my bestie indigo for betaing for me <3 ily guys sm <3

perfume ingredients ; light cursing, rlly funny friend, fanperson-ing???, idk tw atsumu miya/j, bokuto being a butthead brother, gn reader (hopefully it comes across as such), omi being a bad friend/j,, cheesy corny romance movie esc love story <33,, written like a wattpad fanfic so sucks for u

word count ; 1388 words

“I can’t believe he blackmailed me like that!” You cried out, standing outside the building of the volleyball game you were attending.

“Don’t pretend you weren’t gonna show up anyways. Besides, he got us front row seats! Isn’t that awesome!” Your friend of many years squealed, adjusting his shirt before turning to you with a smirk, “Plus~ after, we’re going to dinner with your future boyfriend~” They teased, and you squeaked, chasing after them as they laughed. You both got in line and entered the building, packed full of people as you talked while walking to your seats according to your tickets.

A week prior your brother, Kotaro, had burst into your room in the apartment you shared, jumping on the bed and shoving two tickets to his next game. You had said you would buy your own tickets, since you wanted to be independent and were sick of relying on "big bro ko ko" but he interrupted you, threatening that if you didn’t take them he would tell Atsumu, his teammate, about your “big fat enormous super fan googly disgusting mushy gushy crush” on him and so you begrudgingly took the tickets. You decided to go with your friend, who was more excited to see your brother than the actual game.

“I can't believe you’re a brother banger…” You murmured. Your friend turned to you, a look of mock betrayal on their face.

“Honey Boo Bear! You dare think I’d cheat on you my beloved snookums?!” They said overdramatically and very loudly. You giggled, playing along with their antics with a smile.

“Pumpkin wumpkin! I can see you have feelings for another who is not me!”

“No! My cuddle wuddle baby poo I would never!-” They said, cut off by your laughter, followed by their own. Of course, even if you were pissed at Ko for blackmailing you into going, you couldn’t deny your excitement to see the Atsumu Miya, who had been the apple of your eye since you first saw him play with your brother. You had created a fan twitter for him for christs sake! That fucking enamored. But, even if he was on the same team with Kotaro, you had never met him face to face.

You had dazed off and couldn’t see nor hear your friend, before they had shaken you back into consciousness.

“Oi! The game is about to start, dumbass!” They said, and you turned to look, seeing both teams enter the court. Your friend screamed and chanted when they saw Kotaro, who waved at the both of you with energy filled motions. And then, as if in slow motion, entered the “love of your life.”

He was like a renaissance statue, carved from the finest marble and shaped into this beauty. His eyes were filled with life as he waved to all his fans, and when he swept his gaze over to where you were standing, it felt as if time stopped. It was like that scene from every cheesy romcom movie where the main character’s heart pounded erratically, and just like in a movie, the breath from your lungs was stolen away. Were you in heaven? This is totally heaven right?

His eyes. Oh, his eyes. Like molten gold, the sun's reflection on a lake. Like the sweetest caramel, that you could practically taste on your tongue. Atsumu seemed frozen as well, before Shoyo came over and shook him awake, turning to the court with a single glance back at you.

“Oh my god I think I might die.” You said, practically falling into your companions arms, who raised a brow at you.

“Are you okay? What happened?” They asked, a concerned expression on their face.

“Did you not see?!?! We made eye contact!! For like! A minute! And now I’ve fallen in love with him and I want his children!” You screamed, and they clasped a hand over your mouth quickly.

“One, crowded area, don’t say that shit out loud. Two, what’s the big deal? Weren’t you already in love with him?” They said, tilting their head to the side to look at you.

“Yes but like we’d never made eye contact! And I’m like! His biggest fan!” You squeaked, your voice cracking as you cleared it, looking desperately at your friend.

“How big?” They asked, and you gave an exasperated sigh.

“Maybe he’s my laptop wallpaper..” You murmured, twiddling your hands together. “Laptop wallpaper” had been an inside joke between you two to measure the depth of your obsession. Laptop wallpaper being the biggest, and twitter profile picture being the lowest.

“Oh my god big big…” They whispered, and you two continued to talk over your dilemma as the game went on.

As the game came to an end, with another victory for the Jackals, the two of you ran down the steps with special access passes, also gifted to you by Kotaro, and ran to congratulate the team. There was a sappy moment where your friend jumped into Kotaro’s arms rambling about how amazing he was, as he walked over to you and raised his hand for a high five, which you begrudgingly gave.

“You suck, butthead.” You said with a smile, and he grinned at you, as you walked off to a brooding black haired man, who was staring off in another dimension before you called his name, “Hey Omi! You did great!” You cheered, and he turned to you with a semi-smile.

“Thanks little Bokuto.” He said, and you rolled your eyes.

“The least you could do is say my name!” “I think little Bokuto works just fine.”

“Omiiii! That is so cruel and mean! I am going to report you on Stop It!” You said, and he laughed. Kiyoomi has been your friend since high school. You didn’t like the idea of being overshadowed by your brother, so you chose a school where no one would recognize you as his sibling, and bumped into Kiyoomi. Literally. And decided to stick around the brooding loner who preferred to eat lunch on the rooftop away from the hordes of people.

“So, did you totally fitz out when Miya came on court?” He said with a knowing smirk, causing your face to heat up as you cried out in protest.

“I did not!”

“They totally did.” Shoyo interrupted, and you spun around to throw a fake punch at him. He dodged with ease and stuck his tongue out at you, and you did the same.

“Shut up!” You yelled, groaning when the two laughed at you, “I’m gonna wait outside for you guys! And Omi! You smell horrible!” You cried, grinning in triumph at his annoyed face, looking at himself covered in sweat and sighing.

You walked out of the gym, waiting outside the doors as you said you would, opting to scroll through your phone idly.

“Yer Bokuto’s sibling right?” A light voice asked by your ear, which caused you to jump and throw a punch out of instinct. A groan and head of blonde hair that you’d seen hundreds of times in twitter edits and your dreams made you gasp. “You sure know how to throw a punch huh? Yowch,” Atsumu grunted, holding his stomach as you panicked and apologized, to which he laughed, “It’s okay! I didn’t give no warnin’ so I scared ya! I get it!” He said, and you blushed profusely.

You just punched your celebrity crush in the stomach, there goes your dreams of a fanfiction type first meeting. You sighed, putting your hand out to shake his as you introduced yourself.

“I’m Atsumu Miya.” “Well obviously.” You said and then gasped at how rude that must’ve sounded. You were about to apologize again until he laughed. He looked at you with those eyes again.

“Yer real funny! I hope yer goin’ to dinner with us, it’d be totally boring without ya.” He said, and you nodded.

“Of course, I promised my brother.” You said, and he did a small fist bump, before pausing and taking out his phone, passing it to you.

“Put yer number in there, pretty please.” He said, and you nodded, typing your phone number and name. He smiled when you handed his phone back, checking the time before whispering curses, “Fuck, I still gotta change, but I’ll see ya at the dinner kay? See ya round pretty!” He called and you waved goodbye blushing at the compliment and chuckling before the realization set in.

“OH MY GOD I JUST GAVE MIYA ATSUMU MY NUMBER HOLY FUCK”

extra;;

"you are so loud..."

"shut up ko you're fat."

olivonie 2021

reblogs are welcome !! pls !!!!

#olivonie ;;#biggest fan ;;#atsumu miya ;;#haikyuu ;;#I AM SO TIRED THIS TOOK...FOREVER???? FOR WHAT???????#guys pls reblog like i beg u #i will kiss ur feet #also atsumu #help the yer brought me pjhysical pain....#why is he like this.......#ALSO IM SRRY FOR TERRIBLE CHARACTERIZATION I SUCK </333

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ravs6709 · 2 years

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These Feelings Inside (How Deep Do They Go)

Chapter 7- Find A Way

Masterlist. Previous. Next.

Read on ao3 here.

I've been waiting to get this chapter for so long. Not spoiling why but you'll know once you reach the end of the chapter...

Warnings: Discussion about suicide (super super vague, but might as well warn in case), brief mention of drowning (also not serious), brief mentions of death (also not serious)

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"Sophie, are you okay?" Edaline asked, once Sophie and Keefe arrived back at Havenfield Flowers. "Your sweater's wet, are you okay?"

Grady turned to Keefe. "Help Fitz with the counter. Eda and I will be with Sophie. We can ask you about what happened after."

Keefe nodded. "Okay."

Grady and Edaline each held Sophie's hands and brought her to their room. Edaline brought a towel and a spare change of clothes. Once she was changed, the three of them sat on the bed.

"Okay kiddo," he whispered, and that old nickname made things both better and worse. "Are you able to tell me what happened?"

Sophie's heart hurt with all the things she wanted to tell them. "I couldn't… I couldn't sleep, so I went outside and I just… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be out for so long, I didn't mean to make you worry and—"

"Shh," Edaline said, rubbing her head. "We're not mad, okay? We just want you to know that you can tell us if something's bothering you. We don't want…"

Edaline's gaze met Grady, before they both looked towards the dresser. Sophie turned to see what they were looking at, and saw a picture of a blonde-haired woman with bright blue eyes and a cheerful smile.

I can't do this to them. I can't. If I tell them they'll be angry at Keefe, and they won't be able to do anything to stop my transformation. If I don't tell them anything though, I'll disappear, and it'll be just like Jolie.

I can't… I can't put them through that kind of pain again. I can't do this to them, it'll break them.

"Have you slept at all?"

Without thinking, Sophie shook her head, then froze. "Sorry, I just got… overwhelmed? Had a sensory overload."

"Was there something in particular that led up to it? Biana said that you haven't looked well since last night."

Sophie shook her head.

"Okay. You haven't slept at all, so get some sleep for now, and maybe you'll feel a little better afterwards, okay? We're here for you."

"Okay."

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"Hey Sophie," a soft voice whispered, light enough for Sophie to know that she was dreaming. Fitz spoke gently, yes, but only in her dreams did he ever sound like this.

"This is the second time you've disappeared abruptly, the second time you returned with Keefe. I'm not mad at them, I'm just… I'm just a little envious of them, I guess. That they were the one to find you when you needed someone most. Both times you disappeared, you looked upset, and I didn't do enough to help you.

"I think… I think there's something wrong and you're not telling me. I won't force you to say anything, I'll wait until you can tell me. I love you, Sophie, and I'll always be there for you."

There was a feather-light touch against her forehead, and that dream-like haze she was in was disrupted by her own heartbeat.

Sophie opened her eyes to an empty room. Those words, that soothing kiss to her forehead, it was all a dream. When she sat up and turned to her nightstand and saw blue violets there.

"I'll always be there."

It was only Fitz who gifted her flowers, fully aware of their meaning. It was Fitz who spoke those words to her.

"I love you, Sophie, and I'll always be there for you."

It wouldn't have been the first time that he said 'I love you' to her, but there was something about his tone. He definitely came into the room, but how could she tell which of his words were real and which were just a dream?

And then that forehead kiss… that was definitely a dream. Still, if this was a dream…

Sophie went back to sleep, wishing that she could hold on to it for just a little longer.

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"Where did you go?" Fitz asked later. "I checked around the usual spots that you hang around but didn't find you there."

Sophie could feel the gazes of her parents and Biana on her.

"Your sweater was wet too," Grady added. "But oddly enough, your pants were completely dry."

"I was um… by the water. I was laying down but I didn't want to get my pants wet, but I didn't feel like taking off my sweater. So the water would get my sweater."

"By the water," Grady murmured, trading a look with Edaline. "Sophie, we trust you to be safe, but if you're feeling unstable, can you try and avoid the water?"

"Why?" she blurted.

"We don't… we don't want you to drown. Please?"

For a brief moment, Sophie realized that she was near the water with a broken heart. Had a siren been nearby, they would have tried to take advantage of that, they would have crawled their way to her if it meant that they'd be freed from their curse.

But the almost pleading tone of Grady's voice distracted her from thinking too much about that. What was it? What was it that made him sound like that?

"Okay," she said, lying. It wasn't like she could avoid the water completely. She'd have to meet with Linh and Marella, and work with Keefe. But maybe she could avoid it when she was near a breakdown. Maybe. Because that spot was still somewhat hard to access, and now that she was familiar with the song, she'd be able to watch out for it.

Wait. Could a siren even turn someone who was half siren? Could she use that half-siren side of her to turn someone else into a siren so she could stay human? Was she willing to sacrifice someone else's life for the sake of her own? But wouldn't she be doing that anyway if she did become a full siren?

She'd have to ask Keefe. Because maybe, just maybe, she had a solution, even if she didn't want to resort to it.

•~•~•~•~•~•

"Is there any news?" Keefe asked.

Linh shook ver head. "Sorry. I haven't been able to find out anything."

"It's not like we can say much about half-sirens, nobody's ever heard of one before," Marella added. "Again, we still can't actually confirm whether the theory of the curse being delayed is true."

"I think it is," Sophie said. "It makes the most sense. "Why else would we be like this? Why else would I still have my memories? And well… I have a question. Will I be able to turn someone into a siren so I can remain human?"

Linh hummed. "I think that would work."

"We can always try," Marella said. "If it doesn't work, we continue looking for a backup plan."

"And since we're still human, we can find a broken-hearted person much easier," Keefe continued. "Just gotta find them, get Foster to kiss them, and then hopefully it's all over!" They grinned.

They turned to her, and the smile faded. "Foster," they said, more softly, "we have a solution."

She blinked, staring dazedly. "I know, but…"

"Look," Marella said. "You don't want to do that. I get that. None of us actually want to be the reason someone has to lose their memories. But what other choice do we have? Do you plan on wandering alone for an eternity? By then, you'll lose your memories anyway, you'll lose that compassion that makes you unwilling to save your life."

"It doesn't mean you're a bad person," Linh assured her. "We're all trapped in this never-ending cycle."

"Why is it like this?" Sophie asked. "Why do we have to be cursed with this? Why can't there be a way to break free? Sirens had to exist somehow, there has to be a reason why we have this gift, why we know the song meant to pass on the curse."

"Foster, if someone cursed us to become sirens, it would've happened like thousands of years ago, we can't just hunt down the person and make them take it back. They'll be dead, assuming that this person even exists."

"But—"

"I know." Linh cut her off.

Ve looked at her with a tired look in ver eyes; not something ancient, but like a great wave that had been reduced to a mere ripple. As if ve had been just like her a long time ago. Maybe that kind of determination faded away after losing ver brother.

"I know," ve repeated. "And I'm not saying we're going to give up. But you'll have to acknowledge that it's a choice you'll have to follow through with. And maybe by doing it as a human, you can ensure that it's someone who has nothing to lose."

In theory, something like that made sense, if someone didn't have a warm and loving family as their home, if they didn't have people willing to be their anchor, what stopped them from throwing themselves into the water?

"I still don't think that's right. Most people who reach that point think they have nothing to lose, even when they do. Even then, don't those people still deserve a chance? A second chance at life—at being human? Who are we to judge the experiences of other people anyway?"

The other three looked down, ashamed, and Sophie felt the same, because despite all this, she still considered it. Only as a last resort, but the fact that she could do this…

"Do you think the origin of sirens can provide answers to avoiding this problem? If a person managed to become a siren, can't a siren become human? Without the need for the transfer of the curse?" Sophie asked.

"We know nothing," Marella said. "Linh already told you ver theories, but there's not much we can do to learn more."

"We'll still try," Linh said. "We still have some time, but you'll have to keep us updated for changes with yourself. If you become more forgetful, withdrawals come faster."

"Okay," Sophie nodded. "Okay. Thank you. I don't know what I would've done without you two."

"You helped make sure this idiot had a home," Marella said, pointing at Keefe. Ignoring their protests, she continued, "They could've been struggling. And I know that if things went how they were supposed to, if they were fully human, they'd have no reason to see us again. And maybe this is selfish, but I'm glad that I was able to see them again."

"Oh—"

"Not a word," Marella interrupted, but her tone was lighthearted. "And also, you being here also gives us a chance."

Sophie smiled. She could understand that. Maybe if they found a way, both Marella and Linh could become human too, and they could do it together. They wouldn't have to leave each other.

"We'll find a way."

•~•~•~•~•~•

Despite it being autumn, Tam found the light to be far too bright for his eyes. Even after a few months, even after dealing with the summer sun, he still wasn't used to how harsh and vibrant the world was above the water.

He pulled out the paper from his pocket, confirming the address that was written down. The sign nearby told him that he was finally on the right track. After another few minutes of walking, he finally found the place that he was looking for.

"Hey, you, in the black hoodie," someone called out, and Tam looked behind him and saw two people walking.

"Ruy, we all have black hoods," the second person said.

"Whatever, it got their attention. You, what are you doing here?"

Tam held up the paper. "Isn't this the place in the poster?"

The first person—Ruy—nodded. "Yeah. Yeah! Are you here to join us? I'm Ruy, he's Alvar." Ruy pointed to the man beside him.

"I'm Tam," he supplied. "I'm here to join your… group."

"Come with us," Alvar said. "We'll take you to meet Gisela and Vespera."

Tam stepped onto the boat, and was led down to the cabin where a person with blonde hair tied up in a bun sat.

"We have someone who wants to join us," Alvar said.

Gisela raised an eyebrow, interested. Tam did not like the look on them. "I'll talk with them, wait outside."

Once Ruy and Alvar left the room and headed back up, Gisela spoke. "You know what this is, right?"

"You're siren hunters," Tam said.

"We prefer the term scientist. We aren't aiming to kill, we're aiming to study."

Which one is worse? He thought.

"And you want to join us because..?"

"Most humans don't believe that sirens are real, and the people you've tried to tell didn't believe you," Tam said. "But I know they're real, I've seen them before."

"Really?" Gisela tilted their head. "I'm curious. Tell me about your encounter."

"It was nothing special," he told them. A lie; that damned song continued to play in his mind. He resisted the urge to rub at his wrist. "A humanoid body, a glimpse of a colorful tail."

"And what do you have to offer us?"

"I have a little bit of information about sirens. I can help you find one."

I'll find you, he thought, and the urge to rub at his wrist grew stronger.

"Okay, fine," Gisela said. They pulled out some papers and a pen.

"I'm Gisela Sencen, she/her," she introduced.

"Tam, he/se," he said, and began reading through the paper. It seemed like an application to join the job, but he read through it carefully to make sure nothing was suspicious.

"No last name?" she asked.

"Is it necessary?"

"I need it for legality sake."

He sighed. "Tam Song." That last name still sounded odd to him, it was so odd that he had a family that he'd been born into. He’d spent the last three years of his life with no identity, only a first name written on his sister’s wrist. Now he had over two decades of memories that didn’t feel like his.

He continued reading, and once he was satisfied, he began filling out the form. The issue was, he could only fill out so much.

"No phone number?" Gisela asked.

He shook his head. "No phone."

He didn't have enough money for a phone, which was partially why he was here getting this job in the first place. He'd managed to get a few temporary jobs a couple of times, but he received too many questions for what had happened in between the years he went to high school and now. Proof of ID, all those things he didn't have. Officially, he'd been announced dead for a little over three years now.

Even with that part aside, he had nothing to prove his identity. Anything he had would be back at his parents' house.

(Considering the memories of yelling that he had from back before he was a siren, he'd be surprised if they even kept his stuff after all this time.)

"Why are you hesitating over your address?" Gisela asked, and Tam blinked, not realizing that he'd zoned out.

He could use his parents' house address, he remembered it, but should he? After another moment of hesitation, he wrote it down. It was better than explaining his situation, that he had no home. That he was a former siren.

"No health card or any medical information?" Gisela asked. "You've left a lot blank."

"My situation is… complicated."

"How do you expect me to pay you?"

"Cash. I have no account."

Gisela sat up straight, and he returned her gaze. He didn't want to be here, but he needed to, and he needed to get this over with. He couldn't reveal his circumstances, especially not to these people.

If it means I can find you Linh, I'll do anything.

"Alright Tam, I'm going to give you one chance. Welcome to the Neverseen."

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jamiemackenziefraser · 3 years

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All That Was Fair

Chapter 14: Unexpected Visitors

Summary: Visitors disrupt the Fraser household.

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Chapter 14: Unexpected Visitors

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The next morning, Claire’s perfect tranquility was interrupted by a terrifying brring-brong.

She jerked wildly around from her place on the “couch”, her heart racing in her chest, before she remembered the last time she’d heard that sound and Jamie had explained that it simply indicated there was someone outside. With cautious steps, she made her way toward the door and pressed her ear against it, listening. No sound of anything threatening at least. But also no sign of Jamie— who was upstairs in the shower.

Claire remembered the other day when there had been a man with something to give Jamie. It was probably that again, and if it was something important, she didn’t want him to miss it.

Fumbling the odd shaped thing that opened the door, she tugged at it, but it wouldn’t budge. Then she spotted the problem and freed the sliding bit. After struggling with the oddities humans had for securing their place, Claire finally managed to free the door and it swung open.

She was greeted by blue eyes— Jamie’s eyes— staring at her in astonishment. His sister. Claire had only gotten a glimpse of her the other day but there was no mistaking the fierce dark-haired woman that shared many features with her Jamie.

“Who are you, then?” Jenny demanded.

Claire was momentarily struck dumb. Thoughts of the last conversation— or rather, confrontation— that Jenny had with Jamie whirled in her head and made her feel dizzy. He hadn’t wanted his sister to know about her. But obviously that stone had been turned over, because here she stood in front of the woman, mute and motionless. She wished she could just disappear.

This whole being-seen-by-humans thing had its drawbacks.

“Cat got yer tongue? Answer me! Who are ye, and what are ye doin’ answerin’ my brother’s door?”

The expression Jenny was wearing could safely be classified as accusatory. Her eyes were narrowed, hands rested on her hips. Claire had to take a gulp of air.

“Cat…?” Claire echoed. She glanced behind her to where Adso the cat was basking in the morning light— who very clearly did not have her tongue. Bewildered, she placed a hand to her mouth and shook her head, brows furrowed.

She knew Jenny had said more after that strange human expression, but Claire was buzzing with anxiety so strongly that she couldn’t quite seem to remember.

“Who are ye?” Jenny demanded, more slowly this time, clearly agitated by Claire’s befuddlement.

A swallow. “Claire,” she managed, but she was unequal to the task of providing her with any more information.

Where was Jamie?

All of a sudden, Jenny shouldered her way past Claire and inside unceremoniously. It was only then that Claire realized a man was standing behind her. Ian, she surmised, based on what Jamie had told her after the last visit. He walked closer a few steps and held out his hand, saying in a pleasant tone, “I’m Ian. Nice tae meet ya.”

Claire had no idea what to do with the proffered hand. She wasn’t inclined to touch strange humans and took a hesitant step back with her gaze fixed on it. She glanced back up at Ian and helplessly offered, “I’m Claire.”

He gave her an odd look and then slowly lowered the hand.

“Nice tae meet ye, Claire. Ye’ll have tae excuse my wife, she doesna seem to have any manners when it comes tae her brother.”

Claire gave a shaky nod, unsure how exactly to proceed, and then simply stepped aside to allow Ian past her.

Jenny was waiting for them, hands on her hips.

“So I suppose ye’re the trollop then? The one from the fittin’ room? Ye’re the reason he’s been missin’ all this work?”

Claire shot a glance over her shoulder, hoping beyond hope that Jamie would choose this moment to appear. But no one came to her aid, and Jenny was inclined to continue.

“Well…” Claire wasn’t sure what a trollop was, but she understood the last part well enough, “I suppose. But-”

“-I kent my brother was a fool, but to bring his little play thing into his home…”

“Dinna speak of her that way,” came a low, menacing voice.

Claire felt a wash of relief as Jamie appeared across the room behind his sister, already glaring daggers and squaring up for a fight.

“Jamie!” Jenny exclaimed, whirling around to face him, “What are ye thinkin’? Do ye even ken this lass?”

Jenny seemed to grow red, and— sensing the burgeoning conflict— Claire needed a retreat. She inched her way across the room warily, slipping around Jenny, and then pressed herself to Jamie’s side. He was also thrumming with tension, his gaze never leaving his sister and his full height utilized, but as Claire slipped her hand into his, he seemed to calm a bit. The red energy around him began to ease in the slightest.

“Aye, I ken Claire. And if ye didna come in here rarin’ for a fight, maybe ye could get tae know her too,” he said evenly.

Claire wasn’t sure she was quite inclined to get to know this aggressive woman. Jenny was still bristling, occasionally shooting her a dark-eyed glance. Still, anything that was important to Jamie was important to Claire, and he’d told her how much he loved his sister and her family. She resolved to give this woman a chance, but she still wouldn’t make a move away from Jamie. His hand was warm and solid around hers, and it calmed her spirit.

“Aye,” Jenny acquiesced after a tense silence, throwing her hands up, “explain yerself then.”

No one made any move for a long second.

“What would ye like to ken?” Jamie asked, and Claire could tell he was trying to keep his voice even and light despite the obvious frustration humming through him.

“What is she to you?” Jenny demanded.

Jamie floundered at this. His face went red, and he glanced toward Claire, back at Jenny, then to the ground. “She’s…” he started as he looked toward Claire again, but he obviously wasn’t sure how exactly to explain the relationship.

“He’s mine,” Claire stated simply to save him the trouble.

Because how else could it be explained better than that?

Jamie’s face went impossibly redder, and his sister’s mouth fell open. Jenny glanced toward Ian, and Claire felt like she was caught in the middle of a spider’s web of gazes. What was with these people and their non-verbal communication? Just say something already!

“Well then, I’d better sit down,” Jenny said begrudgingly.

She promptly sat down on the couch, and Ian followed, sitting down next to her. Jamie, in turn, walked over to the chair across from them. Claire trailed after him before setting herself straight down on his lap.

Jamie jerked in surprise as she situated herself as always, twining her arms around his neck and curling up. She saw as his eyes went wide and the tips of his ears (having only just now faded from her last words) flared deep red again. She liked his blush ever-so much but wasn’t sure exactly why he was reacting this way. She’d sat with him plenty of times like this.

“Maybe find yer own chair for now, lass?” Jamie whispered into her ear.

She felt confusion and something like disappointment rise up in her. Jamie was hers, and she didn’t understand why he was embarrassed. But she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so she quickly slipped off his lap. Grabbing a nearby chair, she couldn’t resist the urge to scoot it closer to Jamie’s. She needed him within arm’s reach. Finally, all was settled, and the only thing left was to begin the conversation.

The air felt heavy around them, and Claire’s apprehension grew. There was a pressure on her shoulders— she realized. His family’s opinion meant everything to Jamie, and Claire was suddenly overwhelmed by the prospect that Jenny’s disapproval could drive them apart.

Needing the reassurance of his touch, she reached out and took ahold of Jamie’s hand.

***

When Jamie had come down the stairs to find Jenny facing off with Claire (well, facing off wasna exactly the right term, because his puir faerie was practically trembling in the face of Jenny’s confrontation) and heard the things his sister was saying about her, irritation and something even deeper flared within him, and he quickly jumped to Claire’s defense.

But the lass certainly hadn’t made things easy. First she’d declared him to be “hers” to Jenny, proudly and possessively, and then she’d sat straight down on his lap— making his sister’s eyes bulge and mouth gape. Jamie loved Claire dearly but needed to keep the situation in hand, so he’d quickly shifted her off of him with only a slight twinge of regret.

Now, he sat with her hand in hand, ready for Jenny to launch in, as clearly his sister was ready to do. As much as he knew that holding Claire’s hand in front of Jenny would only increase his sister’s ire, he couldn’t dream of withholding that comfort from the faerie. Jenny had been studying their clasped hands for a long second, but then let out a sigh and turned to Claire.

“How do you two know each other?” she asked, the veil of politeness over her voice quite obviously a front.

Claire looked toward Jamie, looking unsure about what he would want her to say, and he hastily jumped in.

“I met Claire at university in Paris. We kept in touch, and she decided tae come for a visit. She got in on Saturday.”

Jenny and Ian nodded at this, and Jamie felt a sense of relief.

“And since I’m certain ye’ll ask… the airline lost all her luggage, which is why we were at Mrs. Fitz’s. And no, we werena doin’ anything, I was jes’ helping her do up a zipper.”

Jenny gave an eyeroll at this, but didn’t otherwise comment.

“And how is it that you have come to be spending the weekend in sin?” she accused bluntly.

“We’re no’ livin’ in sin, Janet,” Jamie sighed. His exasperation had almost exceeded tolerant levels.

“What about what ye said last time?”

“Last time I let ye believe that simply to make ye shut yer gab. I didna say I was sleepin’ wi’ her, because I am verra much no’. Claire is only stayin’ wi’ me.” Jamie was about a second and a half from kicking Jenny and Ian off of his property and not speaking to his loud-mouth, rude, intolerable sister for a good couple years until she’d learned some manners.

While all these thoughts were rolling around in Jamie’s head, Jenny was looking pointedly at their clasped hands, obviously not believing that they weren’t sleeping together.

“Well,” Ian jumped into the conversation before Jenny could make another ill-advised comment, “Claire. What is it ye do for a livin’ then?” he asked politely.

Claire’s eyes widened like a cornered fawn, the poor lass. She’d never heard that phrase before, let alone was she prepared to come up with an answer of a suitable profession. Jamie quickly jumped to her rescue.

“She’s a botanist,” he said as he gave her hand a squeeze. He could feel the flutter of her rapid heartbeat in her wrist and hoped the whole ordeal wasn’t too much for her. Stretching his thumb, he ran the tip gently over her pulse point in reassurance.

“Still tongue-tied, lassie?” Jenny asked with a hint of a sneer.

“Lay off, Janet,” he growled.

His sister raised her hands in exasperation. “The lass has said barely a word since we’ve arrived.” As if that explained why she was so hostile toward her.

“If ye continue to speak so disrespectfully I willna allow ye to stay in my home another minute,” Jamie said in a firm, severe voice.

“It’s alright, Jamie,” Claire broke in, giving his hand a squeeze. She turned toward Jenny and gave her one of her mega-watt smiles that made Jamie’s knees weak every time. Astonishingly, it did not have the same effect on Jenny. His sister just sat there, cold as ice, gaze locked on Claire’s, without giving a single inch. “I know I’ve been quiet. I’m just nervous about making a good impression on Jamie’s family. I know how much you mean to him.”

Jamie wanted to throw his arms around his clever lass. Never once had she been in a situation like this, and yet she was so quick on her feet to say the right thing in a tense situation.

Ian smiled at this, looking back and forth between him and Claire, obviously seeing the palpable connection between them.

Jenny, on the other hand, was not impressed.

“Ye shouldna worry about makin’ an impression, lass. Ye willna be around long,” she said dismissively, even going as far as to give a derogatory wave of the hand.

Jamie’s mouth fell open in incredulity. Jenny had been hostile before, downright rude, but this was on another level of animosity. He let go of Claire’s hand and stood with surprising force, scooting his chair back a couple centimeters with a loud skidding sound.

“This is you comin’ over tae apologize, Janet?” he roared, “No! I willna have it. Ye’ve said more than enough. Get out. Ye may return when I invite ye and no sooner, and that will only be when ye’ve managed to pull yerself together and apologize tae Claire.”

Jenny was standing now too. Instead of the deep red of shame that she should have been wearing, though, Jenny was just as riled up as he was.

Things were escalating far out of hand.

“Ye bring this lass intae yer life and disappear wi’ out a word, and ye jes’ expect me tae take it as if it’s the most normal thing?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed in exasperation, “that’s exactly what I expect ye tae do! I’m 29, Jenny, and ye’re actin’ like I’m some 12 year old who brought a girl home askin’ if she could spend the night. I make my own decisions!”

Jenny’s shoulders seemed to slump. Not in defeat, but in acceptance of the fact that Jamie would be doing whatever he wanted and she didn’t have the power to stop him.

And she said as much.

“Fine. Ruin yer life wi’ this trollop. I’ll see myself out. And dinna worry about me comin’ back uninvited, I’ll no’ be gracin’ yer stoop for a long while, that’s for certain.”

Poor Ian had been sitting motionless the whole time, gaping up at his wife in horror. He occasionally shot glances toward Jamie and behind him to Claire, but mostly Ian’s brain was churning with the conflict he was being dragged along with, forced to be on Jenny’s side. As the brazen besom turned toward the door, Ian rose from the couch. He looked helplessly at Jamie, his brown eyes wide with apology, and then followed after his wife. Jamie didn’t even make to shut the door, simply listened for it to bang close behind them.

The second they were gone, he turned to Claire, ready to face a teary-eyed faerie horrified by the vile that had just spewed from his sister, ready to offer comfort and apologies, but— to his surprise— he was met with completely calm honey eyes.

“Are you alright, Jamie?” she asked before he could. She reached out to run a soothing hand up his bicep.

“Am I alright? Christ! Are you alright? I’m sae sorry ye hadta endure that.”

“It’s not your fault, Jamie. She was being unfair to you,” she said softly.

Jamie shook his head back and forth, “she was bein’ unfair tae you! Listen to me, mo nighean donn. I’m sure she didna mean it. She’s angry and hurt because she thinks I’m keepin’ secrets, and she’s protective and brazen and rude. But I ken one day she’ll come around.”

Claire looked a little heartbroken then. “I’m not sure…”

Taking a step closer, he took her gently by the shoulders, his hands dwarfing the dainty curves of them. His voice lowered to a tone of incredibly gentleness, “are ye really alright, Sassenach?”

Her eyes lowered. “She just.. scared me,” she admitted with a shrug.

Jamie’s wame clenched. Jenny was making his worst fears come to fruition. He hated the thought that Claire felt she didn’t belong in this strange world, especially in his life (where he wanted her to stay forever), and here his sister was saying those things to her face. The puir lass was completely cut off from her home, and now even his own family was trying to drive her away from the one shred of security she had.

He could only imagine the homesickness she must have been feeling at that moment. The longing for the acceptance of her people— her family.

Unlike his, who was making her hate the human world.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, “nothin’ she said was true. And I’m verra glad ye’re in my life, no matter what my pig-heided sister says.”

Claire was staring at him deeply, emotion reflected in her eyes. A mutual understanding passed between them, greater than any words.

Then, abruptly breaking the surreal moment, Claire asked, “what’s ‘pig-heided?” in a terrible mimicry of his accent.

Jamie burst out laughing, doubling over in half-surprise and half-mirth. A stitch quickly formed in his side as his air ran out. Tears were pricking at the corners of his eyes as he laughed, a release of all the pent up emotion.

“Have— do ye ken what a pig is, then?” he asked breathlessly, still heaving with laughter.

To his delight and relief, Claire was laughing softly along with him (or maybe at him) and didn’t take offense to his hilarity.

With a smile, she shook her head, answering helplessly, “no...” She let out a chuckle.

“It’s a fat animal that spends its days rollin’ in mud. I’ll show ye one sometime,” he explained, his hands still rested on his knees in his doubled over position.

Claire nodded in acceptance of his answer and reached out for him. Her wee hands slid down his forearms, raising goosebumps in their wake, until she grasped his hands and pulled him upright.

He wasn’t quite expecting this, and the force of her tug sent him up and stumbling into her.

Their bodies collided, and in an effort to keep her from going over, his hands grabbed her around the waist. He stomped his free foot down to regain balance and pulled her flush against him. He must have overcompensated, though, because they both went stumbling a step in the opposite direction this time, their bodies pressed completely together.

They ended this odd dance with a fit of giggles, clinging tightly to one another as they finally regained balance.

“Sorry,” she laughed.

“No, I am,” Jamie chuckled, “but I think we needed a good laugh.”

“We did,” Claire agreed, more softly this time. They were settling now, Claire looking up with him with big, soft eyes, and the mood shifted starkly from hilarity to something… intimate. One of her hands was pressed to his chest, the other holding on to his tricep, and he could feel nearly every inch of her against him.

The silence spoke louder than anything, and he couldn't seem to the break eye contact that was quickly becoming dangerous. Every bone in his body screamed at him to kiss her.

Letting go of her abruptly and taking a step back, he plunged them both back into reality.

“Come now, lass,” he said hollowly, “I’m hungry. Care tae help me prepare some food?”

***

a/n: I forget if I added this note to tumblr last week, but there’s two more chapters to go in arc I-- ahh!!! I’m so excited (and nervous) for you guys to read them. Hopefully arc II will follow shortly :). Thanks so much for reading, lovely tumblr folks!

#okay weird soap box but do any other writers have a VERY clear picture of their character’s house in their head even though you’ve never #been in one like it??#like I have this whole layout of Jamie’s house in my mind but it’s not based on anything #and I have a very clear picture of what the door looks like but I couldn’t find one that exactly matched #the one in this mood board is close tho #claire x jamie #outlander fanfiction #all that was fair #update #outlander fanfic #fae claire

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daisylincs · 3 years

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Fitz has always been very cautious about the idea of a soulmate bond - with a father like his, how couldn’t he be?

Then he meets Jemma.

Suffice it to say, his entire world changes - and not just because he can now hear her voice in his head, either. Not just because she’s the most brilliant voice he’s ever had the privilege of hearing, either.

Well, for starters, Jemma wants to science out every aspect of the bond - “how far away does it still function?” (No discernible limit, apparently.) “Can we feel each other’s pain?” (Yes, because pain is a biopsychological projection of the brain.

Never again, for the record.) “Do we dream each other’s dreams?” (They both suck at remembering their dreams, it turns out.) “Can we influence each other’s thoughts?” (No, as far as they could tell, no more than you could in a regular converstation. Just. You know. Mentally!)

And then, of course, the million-dollar question - “are soulbonds inherently romantic?”

For nearly ten years, they were content to settle with no - because, frankly, Fitz didn’t think of Simmons that way. He saw her as the most brilliant scientific mind he’d ever met first and foremost, and as a pretty girl second - because, having been in a similar-ish position, he knows that’s what she’d appreciate.

Now, though, when he’s looking at her, terrified but still trying to keep her brave face on in the dim glow of the pod, he realises suddenly that while he’s always been more than happy with the platonic aspects of their bond, he’d like more, too.

He realises it because of the one thought he has, simple but louder than any he thinks he’s had before: I can’t lose you, Jemma.

Even in their heads, he’s always called her Simmons.

She notices, of course, and she sends the thought to him just as he slams his hand down on the detonator.

Oxygen blasts, water rushes, and he thinks, yes, I did.

But when he wakes up, Jemma is there, tears in her eyes and a thought which he still manages to hear despite the funny ringing in his brain - I love you, Fitz.

(Fitzsimmons Soulmate AU Headcanons for the @agentsofchallenges AoS March Madness challenge! <3)

#fitzsimmons #fitzsimmons headcanons #soulmate au #fitzsimmons soulmate au headcanons #i mean honestly who are more perfect soulmates than these two xD #lily's headcanon-slash-bullet-point-fics #lily's march madness

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 3 years

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Hi hi can i request a cake with haikyuu bois??

Pronouns, sexuality: she/her, straight

Appearance: 160cm, dark dirty blonde hair with black roots and I wear a black glasses, love wearing skirts and dresses, eyes colour is really really dark brown which only noticeable if that person is standing 1cm in front of me

Mbti, horoscope: ISFP-T, pisces

Personality: cold to new people but wild and weird around close friends, always act tough and bottle up my feelings but actually very sensitive and cry baby, independent hence I'm always too afraid to ask for help, stubborn and determined, kinda bit tsundere but can get very very clingy in a relationship, hot-headed/short-tempered, don't do well in stressful situation and will try to run away from it but I'm trying to change that, get shy and awkward and cringe at myself easily even if it's just me having a music jamming session all by myself

Hobbies: listen to songs, play video games or watch esport tournaments or pro players stream, sometimes shopping cuz i like fashion related stuffs

Random facts: very picky eater, always rage in video games and scream at my teammate who ruin my game but not to my friends, have a very cliche dream of visiting Musee de Louvre, MOMA, and the Van Gogh Museum in Netherlands, have a weird habit of crunching ice lmaoo

Values I look for in a partner: loyalty, sweet and caring, protective/dominance, able to accpet every part of me because I tend to change myself in a relationship if that means they will like me more

Thank you for answering my request!

🍰 for @lhlj

Romantic Matchup

Bokuto Koutarou

How yall met

you were a third year who had just decided to become a volleyball manager

So he knew you on that level

But he never actually KNEW you

You always seemed too blunt to conversate with

And you never really asked for help with anything

So he just never really made the effort to talk to you

Then one day he walked into practice and saw you talking to akaashi

Wait....

Were you smiling?

Omg your laughing now?????

Now that he thinks about it he has never seen you laugh before

After you left he ran up to akaashi

“Akaashi how did you get y/n to talk to you”

Akaashi looked at him like he just asked if the sky was blue

‘Oh you won't believe it, it's almost like i went up to her and just said some words” 😐

We stan sassy akaashi

No way it had always been that easy to talk to you

Right?

He decided to test his theory when he saw you struggling to grab the net from the storage closet

“Hey y/n you need some help there?”

Oh hey bokuto yeah if you could help that would be great”

Omg

It really HAD been that easy to talk to you

If he'd known how easy it was he would've tried befriending you MONTHS ago!

Well there's no time like the present am i right

He was shocked to see how differently you acted around people you're comfortable with

He always took you as a bit of a shy person

But turns out your even goofier than he was

And you were actually a really interesting person

Like he never knew that you wanted to go to the Netherlands!

And you were just so cool,and funny,and kind and-

Bokuto-san, you have a crush on them”

Huh?

No way

You were just his friend!

His really pretty friend that he couldn't stop thinking about`

Omg he had a crush on you…

It took him a couple of weeks to find the courage to tell you how he felt

Then one day he offered to walk you home after practice because he wanted to talk to you

So you agreed and started walking

Bokuto seemed off to say the least

Actually now that you think about it

He's been acting pretty weird for about a month or so

“Hey Bo you doing alr-”

“I have a crush on you y/n”

After he registered what he just said his face turned DARK red

“Ok gotta go bye”

“Wait Bo, i like you too”

I beg your pardon

You?

Liked him back?

Omg he could not be happier!

When you walked into the gym hand and hand the next day the whole team was just like

Omg about time 🙄

What they love about you

He loves how independent you are

He truly believes you can do whatever you put your mind to

However

He does wish you weren't so hesitant to ask for help when you really needed it

He's your boyfriend now!

If you ever need ANYTHING he'll be there for you

So pls pls pls ask him for help when you need it

He loves that your a dreamer

After you told him about your dream to visit places in the Netherlands

Bb boy started saving any extra cash he got in a jar

He will save up for YEARS if it means he can make your dream come true

Omg he LOVES how clingy you can get

We all know this boys love language is physical touch

So whenever you want to cuddle he literally ZOOMS to get pillows blankets and snacks

Yalls cuddle sessions are *chefs kiss*

Favorite things to do together

Honestly he just loves to spend time with you

So anything

Literally anything

You wanna play videogames all day? Bet

You wanna go to the mall all day and shop? Where's his wallet

You just wanna stay home and chill all day? Great! Anything for you

Random Hc

This man SPOILS. YOU. ROTTEN

If you so much as make the COMMENT about liking something in the store

Expect it to be in your hands the very next day

He actually was able to save up enough money to take you on your dream trip

You guys both went the summer after you graduated

One time he saw you just eating ice

And he was like “ooh let me try”

The second he put it in his mouth “ouch that's too cold :((((“

Yall have karaoke nights

It's basically you just putting songs on a speaker and jamming out while cooking dinner or sum

Astrology

Pisces + Virgo

Compatibility 88%

Virgo and Pisces represent the axis of the exaltation and fall of both Venus and Mercury.

This makes them partners with greatest challenges and the greatest potential for love in the entire zodiac.

They need to find a fine balance of rationality and emotions, each one individually and together through their relationship.

In many cases this is not a couple that will last very long, as their mutable quality makes them changeable enough to disregard the entire relationship quickly if they aren’t satisfied.

They need to realize that perfection they seek might not be presented in the form they expect. If they stay together for long enough to understand the benefits of their contact, they might discover that the love between them is the only true love they could find in this lifetime.

Overall Aesthetic

Surreal Dreamer

Songs-

Sunflower (Rez Orange County)

3 am (HONNE)

Little talks (Of Monsters and Men)

Out of my league (Fitz and the Tantrums)

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu fandom #haikyu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu matchups #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto #bokuto koutarou x y/n #bokuto koutarou x reader

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cassnottiel · 3 years

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jemma & american healthcare

Jemma Anne Simmons was always a bright girl; reading more than any other child her age, doing better in primary school than anyone else, absorbing more knowledge than her teachers could provide. Her parents were so proud of her, getting her any book or biology set she could ask for.

She was seven years old and walking to a book store from her primary school with her father when she first saw him.

"Daddy, why is that man sleeping in the middle of the road?"

Her father looked, and he stilled. He told Jemma to stay where she was and ran to the man.

That was the first time Jemma had seen a dead person--he looked the exact same as a living person, save for something in his eyes and a bit of drool down his face. She stared as her father called an ambulance and tried to help.

Jemma made a decision that day.

She finished primary school early, and finished secondary school at fifteen. By seventeen she had four degrees, planning on using her PhD in biology to study diseases, maybe become a medical doctor.

When S.H.I.E.L.D. knocked on her door and offered her a place at their academy, a chance to change the world, she didn't need to think about the answer before she said 'yes.'

Jemma met Leopold Fitz, a man in a very similar situation as her own. They were best friends in an instant.

Right out of the Academy, the two best friends were assigned to a team under Phil Coulson. Phil Coulson. A legend within S.H.I.E.L.D., and he handpicked the two of them and recruited them personally.

Jemma and Fitz had a prototype of a gun that fires bullets filled with concentrated dendrotoxin to cause temporary paralysis in a target, and one of those bullets saved a man's life. The night-night-gun, as endearingly named by Fitz, had put a bullet in Mike Peterson forehead and allowed him to live to see his son again.

Feeling Mike's heart beat under her fingers made Jemmas own heart swell with relief. This was the reason for her multiple PhDs, watching someone wake up with a new chance at life, a new opportunity to be happy. That was why she became a doctor.

She traveled the world with great friends, and they helped people. Jemma was living her dream.

But then, she was locked in her own lab, away from Fitz, away from her best friend, and she had to figure out a way to save herself when the metal tools started floating around her.

"Simmons, you're not going to die." Skye tried to be positive, but her fearful smile fell short. She was gripping Fitz' hand tightly in her own as they sat on opposite sides of the glass doors.

Jemmas lips quirked up slightly. "People die every day, Skye." She told her friends, "and I wouldn't have it any other way. People are supposed to die. I just think they should feel good when they're alive." She looked at the two on the other side with a sad smile. "I've been very happy since we've all joined this team."

"Don't." Fitz said sternly with a shake of his head. "Don't talk like that. You're not going to die."

She did not die, thank God. She lived long enough to see Skye get her S.H.I.E.L.D. badge and celebrate with her.

Jemma lived long enough to watch Hydra rise up. She watched Ward turn against them, watched him lock her and Fitz in a container pod.

She watched him press a button that would drop the pod out of the bus and into the ocean.

Jemma and Fitz lived through that, too. Just barely.

When she recovered and Fitz hadn't, she sat by his bedside. She began to feel angry.

"Fitz, I'm so sorry." She told his sleeping form. "I never meant for this to happen to us, Leo."

She chose not to think about the words he said to her at the bottom of the ocean, when he was about to blow the glass (when he thought he was going to give his life for hers). She couldn't think about that at the moment, she had to help Coulson and May rebuild.

When Fitz woke up and couldn't speak, she felt a pang in her chest. This was her fault. As time went on, and he didn't improve, Jemma turned to Coulson and volunteered for an undercover assignment.

When Jemma was seven years old, she had a clear vision of what her life was going to look like when she had grown up. Looking at herself in the mirror, Jemma could not see the woman she had pictured.

She wanted to help people. She became a doctor to help people. She was about to walk into a Hydra lab and volunteer her brain.

She did not become a doctor for this.

#high class models #jemma simmons #agents of shield #leo fitz #fitzsimmons #bus kids #high class answers #melinda may #phil coulson #songfic #penelope scott

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jamiedc-they-them · 4 years

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The loyal sidekick (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: “Agents of shield x reader where the reader grew up with daisy and daisy promised to never hurt her after she got her powers but when hive was mind controlling her the reader was the one she hurt instead of Mack like the broken ribs and all that jazz. You can finish it from there? Thank you!!”

“Y/N? Y/N, wake up!” You heard a voice say to you and a hand tap your cheek a few times. You tried to give an answer, but you only lightly groaned instead, “Y/N, I need you to open your eyes,” The voice ordered you again, “We’re home now, we’re safe.” It reassured you, as if the speaker could tell one of the reasons as to why you hadn’t opened your eyes yet.

Again, that hand tapped your face, but after it stayed. The owner of the voice changed; you weren’t sure whether or not you had been moved or what had happened.

All you remembered was the pain you felt. One that had died a little since then.

“Y/N?” This one was softer but held more concern than the other; the first was more authoritative, hiding that concern. This voice allowed the concern to come through.

You slowly opened your eyes, seeing Jemma Simmons looking at you with both a doctor’s and friend’s concern. That concern turned to relief, however, when she met your eyes. She did, however, shine.

“They’re awake!” Jemma called out, your ears ringing a little at the sound; she looked at you with a silent apology at your reaction.

Mack was the one who had entered the room; while he looked relieved to see you, he also looked guilty.

“Hey, Y/nn,” The man said as he came over and put a large hand on your leg as if to reassure himself that you were in fact alive.

“Do you remember what happened?” Jemma asked softly, but you saw the pain in her eyes as she asked it.

You did; you remembered it all.

You and Daisy had been together since the orphanage; as far as anyone was concerned, you were blood siblings put together. Hell, she even managed to get your name changed on the file to fool anyone who doubted it. She wasn’t going to let it be doubted. She was your sister as much as Jemma (and later Elena) were to you as well. You were her sibling, as much as BUS kids (and Mack and Yoyo) were to her.

Now, she was taken from you. She was gone, gone with a man you both hatred mutually, Grant Ward. Well, it wasn’t exactly him, he was gone. This was just a thing wearing his body. In a way, though, it felt to you like he was always that the day the truth about him came out.

Coulson was leading the charge, but you were second. That worried the team, they knew you’d move mountains if you could find her. You’d both give up everything to find someone who was a sister to you and a daughter to Coulson. As you both knew, she could be saved.

“Losing you to save her won’t help anything, Y/N.” Jemma tried to warn you; she and the others saw the toll this was taking on you. Her expression of her worry about losing you to the dark wasn’t treated as gravely as she wanted it to be. It didn’t provoke you to change your mind. It only made her realise that you had realised that you might not come back.

“You aren’t going to, Jemma. But…if I have to, then I will.” And that you’d made your peace with it.

“We’ve got a ping.” Coulson told you as he entered your room; he had you as a second in the search for Daisy. You both weren’t really thinking as agents anymore here, just concerned members of a heavily fractured and damaged family.

“Where?” You asked.

It wasn’t too far from you. You just had to get there. You were so close to getting her back, you just had to go there and find her. You didn’t care if Hive was there, that was secondary to you; you weren’t inhuman, so he’d have no need for you.

“I’ll go,” You heard Mack said as you entered the living area, seeing him talking to Coulson. Your back dropping onto the floor made both look at you.

“Team ready?” You asked your friend, he nodded. Mack, however, looked between you both.

“Y/N, this is insane!” Mack argued, worried for your fate if you went.

“She needs us, Mack.” You said in a monotone voice.

“And you need backup!” He was determined to go with you, to make sure that you’d make it back alright. He understood your pain at finding out your friend had been taken. But the lengths you were going to were pulling you down a dark path. One he was going to try and save you from, yourself.

His want, however, fell on death ears.

“I have backup, Mack,” You looked to Coulson, “I’ll bring her back.” You swore to him.

You knew she’d do the same if the tables were flipped and she was one looking for you.

Now, however, you were walking into untouched ground with your sister. She wasn’t fully herself, under the control of Ward. But you were sure as hell going to try.

Mary Sue Poots, that’s who Daisy was before she was Skye and then her current name. You had one, but you urged her to find a new name.

“What about…. Skye?” She asked you one night as she looked at the thing that had inspired her name. You too looked up at the thing, letting the crickets do what they did for a bit longer.

You then answered her, “I think it works.” She knew you were honest and just blowing smoke up her ass; she smiled at your answer and pulled you into a side hug. She had seen gangs of people in the orphanage, but you were a two-person crew.

Not that it mattered to her, though. You had her back, she had yours. That was all you both needed.

You had been split up a few times before, both different foster families that didn’t take you as that pair.

However, you both made it back to the starting place of origin (whether that be by running away or being sent back).

It would always go the same way:

“Oh, thank god.” One of you would say a variation of that as you initiated a hug on the other; both just enjoying the moment of being back with your best friend.

After that, it would be talking and/or patching of any wounds.

You were family, and you always found each other and helped each other in the end.

Mack led one team, trying to find what Hive was doing. Sure, you landed with them, but you quickly left from then and went on your own path.

Coulson had a different come link for you; he knew his voice would be the main one you’d listen to for this scenario. You felt safe with his fatherly voice and concern guiding you. He was the one person you and Daisy looked up to and got a net positive from it. Every other parental figure was either damaged beyond some sort of repair; or just evil from the get-go and bad people.

A vibration rocked through the area you were in, you caught yourself before you fell, however.

“Coulson, what the hell was that?” You asked, pressing your ear to your comms.

“Kree, Mack’s handling it, Y/N.” He assured you, silently telling you to get back on track.

You kept moving, now with more people standing between you and Daisy. For the most part, SHIELD was distracting the newcomers.

Still, one found you.

He swung his axe at you in an attempt to clear you of your head, the axe missed but not by much. You then aimed a kick to push him back, he stumbled a small bit, before he swung again; as you dodged, he brought it down.

You barely got out of the way of that one, the axe scrapping your leg as you fired at him. The sound of your pistol was louder than you remembered, he was sent back, but still wasn’t dead yet. He kept coming.

This time it went hand to hand; you kicked and punched all you could, put your all into it. But that all proved to be for nothing as he grabbed you by the throat and threw you.

When you landed, you rolled along the floor a little, groaning in pain as you did so. When you came to a stop, you pulled your hand into a fist; you were hurt, in a bad shape. But you couldn’t stop, not when you made a promise to both Coulson and you.

It had been a year or so since you and Skye had both left and found a van for you both to live in. It wasn’t the best living conditions, cramped and all that. But, after your last house, Skye knew she had to get you out of there. She couldn’t take it anymore; not the scars you had both started to collect over time; not the trauma you were forced to endure; none of it. You were both tired of being hurt for nothing other than to make some nuns happy and probably do their bit for god.

Yeah, your time had definitely done a number on you both; it definitely turned you more jaded, but Skye was a bit as well.

“Hey, hey, hey. You’re ok, you’re ok.” She said to you as you shot up from another nightmare. You would both be brought back to the memories you tried to burry every so often. Only thing was, in the world you lived in, you couldn’t exactly turn to someone for help without getting ripped off. So, you leant on each other for that support.

“Just…just give me a minute,” Skye gave you as long as you needed to recover from whatever your dream was. Morbidly, you had a bunch of memories for your brain to bring up for your pleasure.

She put a hand to your knee, slowly as to not startle you and make you see her as a threat for am moment too.

“I swear to you, Y/nn, I’m never going to hurt you. Never, as long as I live. I promise you.”

You were still on the ground, the world seeming to go muffled for a moment. Yeah, you were definitely in a fucked up way right now.

You heard someone talking, and you wondered why you weren’t meeting the business end of the Kree’s axe.

It was then that you had heard it, the sound of the person you were looking for. The person that had used this same power to save you time and time again.

Daisy Johnson had taken the Kree down with said ability, but she then laid her eyes on you.

“Y/N….I told Fitz to stay away.” She said, trying to be firm but she softened a little bit.

“Yeah, sorry. You said that to Fitz. You didn’t say that to me. Funnily enough, he left that out when he told us what happened.” You said in pain as you got up to your feet.

As soon as you looked at her, you saw the conflict inside her. You could see the look in her eyes that was fighting between toxic loyalty and genuine care for you as a friend and family member.

Ok, maybe your arrival here wasn’t the best; but you were here now, you’d found her and that was what mattered. Now you just had to bring her back.

“I’m doing this for you, Y/nn. I am doing this to help you guys.” She told you as tears started to pool in her eyes, the conflict growing and growing in her eyes.

She went past the bed that held the blue alien that had so nearly taken your life, “We’re going to turn you into an inhuman. We can finally be that dream team we always wanted to be, right? The heroes that we always talked about? You and me.” She held out her hand to you, this was the her you knew; the her you’d come to save. The one that wouldn’t leave you behind.

“They can stop, Y/N, they can stop worrying about Daisy and Y/N Johnson. They can let us go and let us be. We can be free from them. They can stop bullshitting their worry about us. They’re scared that, at a drop of a hat, we’d leave. You know it, and so do I, Y/nn. All I want, all I’ve ever wanted, is to protect you from that pain. This is that; I’m doing my job as your sister right now. All I need from you, is for you to join me. They made us into soldiers! We can break that cycle.”

Part of you wanted to go with it; part of you wanted to say, “yes”; part of you wanted to go with your sister and become a super-powered individual and be by her side.

But, you closed your eyes and sighed; doing so gave Daisy her answer.

As a tear ran down your face at what you knew was going to happen, she blinked her own away as well.

“Then I’m sorry it’s come to this. But, if you won’t join me.” She held out her hand; the next moment, you had been thrown backwards.

You rolled again, but this time Daisy walked forward; you drew your ICER, only for Daisy to kick the weapon from your hand before she then punched you in the face. You fell back to the ground with a broken nose.

“Close your eyes, Y/nn,” For a moment, it was the genuine voice of Daisy. But, it soon got overtaken by Hive’s wants, “This’ll hurt less for the both of us.” She said as she punched you over and over again. When she was sure you were almost unconscious, she put her hand to your chest and used her ability.

You were almost gone, but you still felt this pain. You felt bones start to croak. She let out her own cry at your one; trying to drown out your pain and focus on her own in this moment.

She was shot the next moment by Mack, after he had stopped the experiment.

“Let them go,” Skye growled as a SHIELD agent handled you a little too roughly, “They had nothing to do with this, I’m the one you want.” She said, more panicked this time at the unsure result of what SHIELD would do to you.

She found herself in a room, talking to two agents; one older and one younger, a little older if not around the same age as her. She pleaded innocent, but the video was what had done the two of you in.

“Where’s Y/N? What did you do to them?” She asked them; Coulson caught the look of fear and concern in her eyes and tone as she spoke, looking between the two.

“Tell us what we want to know and maybe we’ll –” The younger one, Ward, started to say. But he was cut off by the older one, Coulson.

“We’ll bring them to you, least we can do for kidnapping you.” He said; Skye nodded instantly at the offer.

“Come on, help me get them in.” Mack said, not caring about rankings at this point and more about this friend making it out of a borderline suicide mission alive.

They dragged your body in; as soon as those doors closed, May knelt down and tried to find a pulse. She let out a sigh of relief when she found one.

“Y/N? Y/N, wake up!” She said as she tapped you on the check to try and get a response; unfortunately, she did not get one. At least, not one that had you shooting up awake or even opening your eyes, “Y/N, I need you to open your eyes,” She said next in an authoritative voice as if that would work. It didn’t, “We’re home now, we’re safe.” Ok, that one was a lie (and she did feel bad using this against you) but home was always a word that would make you snap to attention if you were awake.

Here, however, it had no effect on you.

“Where is she?” You demanded as you walked through the base, panic striken.

“Y/N –” You cut off one of your best friends,

“Dammit, Jemma! Where is my sister?” You were yelling at this point; in your early grief and fear, you missed Jemma’s flinch at your tone.

“Y/N, she’s fine.” Bobbi said as she approached you, seeing both her friends about to probably have a an argument. She was quick to try and stop it from turning into that.

“I should’ve been there.” Jemma snapped to attention at your words, her eyes widened as her mind ran through the countless outcomes of those words had they been true.

She knew you weren’t thinking straight, a frazzled and tired brain working on overdrive and pure fear would make anyone say anything.

“You could’ve died, Y/N….I couldn’t lose Tripp and you at the same time.” You looked to Jemma at the name of your apparent fallen friend. He’d died?

You can’t even remember if you fully morned him in that moment; as you simply ended up on the other side of the place where Skye slept. You only grabbed a stool and placed yourself there, not allowing yourself to be moved for anything.

You may not of been able to be there for her when she needed it, but you were there now. Willing to do anything to help her.

“Simmons!” May had normally been good at hiding her emotions, but you were the kid of the team. Despite how much she would’ve denied it, her maternal instinct was active when it came to all of you kids; but namely you and Daisy, the two that had grown up with nothing but each other to lean on for support.

Daisy had found her parents, you hadn’t. You didn’t really care about that, however; thought about them? Sure, but you had too much on your plate to care right now about who they were.

Right now, though, all that mattered to them was making sure your lived.

“I found my mother, Y/N.” You smiled at your friends words, genuinely over the moon for her; she’d found her family. After a long search, it had yielded results.

“That’s great.” You said, even though your smile was a little bit pained.

Skye, secretly Daisy at this time, could see the pain in your smile; she grabbed your hands in hers, “Your still my sibling, Y/nn. No matter what. Y/N and Daisy Johnson, how’d that sound?” She offered to you.

“You can’t just give you your name –”

“I can do with it as I wish. You’re my family Y/N, you all are. But, you were first person I got to call that and they stayed.” She told you, firmly.

“What about your parents?” You asked in fear. Daisy only pulled you into a tight and affirming hug.

“I’ll talk to them and explain it to them. Trust me, you’re getting that god damn name, no matter what I have to do to do that.”

Simmons had you on the bed with Lincoln (the actual doctor on the team) helping keep you alive.

“Jesus, what the hell did Daisy do to them?” Lincoln asked as Simmons passed him the tool he needed to continue helping you fight for your life.

“It’s not Daisy.” She reminded the man that had become a good friend of hers, despite some fights and differences of opinion. Plus, having an actual doctor on sight helped alleviate some of the pressure on her shoulders.

“I know,” He assured her as he gave her the tool back and moved onto the next part of the procedure, “It’s just…when we get her back…she’s gonna be crushed.” Jemma knew he was right with his words.

Your words about being there for her when she transitioned popped back into her brain. She couldn’t help but think about the aftermath of all this and what it would do to you both. You, injured, maybe with life-altering injuries; and Daisy, with guilt.

Two of her best friends in the whole world in pain because of each other and nothing she could do apart from, most likely, watch them break. It killed her inside. It truly did.

Daisy Johnson was a fighter, she always had been. But, this was one fight she had ssadly lost. One fight she probably wouldn’t recover from.

So, even as she uttered those words, “I’m coming home.” It was without even an ounce of happiness to them. No, only hatred; self-hatred to the tenth degree. She’d hurt her friends, all of them in different ways. But, only you and Fitz physically.

God, where you even still alive? Shit; no, genuinely, where you still alive?

She walked through the doors that had felt like home so many times a ghost of her former self. Sure, she was free from Hive, but not her actions. Nothing could make up for them.

Especially what she did to you.

The fact that she didn’t see you made it worse; she let tears pool her vision once again at the lack of her best-best-best friend being present on her return.

No one uttered a word, that made it worse. Maybe you were gone; maybe Daisy Johnson had killed you. Maybe she’d broken her promise just like her familial ties with these people.

It was just like the orphanage, only now there was no safety net; no you there to catch her and help her stand up on her own two feet again.

She only kept falling and falling into the void.

The door opened, but she was sure it was just Coulson (again) to try and make her see that all was forgiven and all that bullshit.

However, when she looked up, she saw you. At first, she thought her mind was playing tricks on her, that I was all a lie.

But, then the pod door opened and you stepped into the room.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” She said as she backed away from you; she, however, didn’t dare raise a hand against you. She wouldn’t do that to you, not again.

“Daisy –” You said softly as you approached your sister, but she back up more as she yelled,

“No! Don’t come any closer!” She couldn’t even meet your eyes. As she looked away, you grabbed her face and forced her to look at you.

“I’m alive, Daisy. I’m not dead.”

“But I hurt you.” She whispered brokenly as she let out a sob as she replayed the beat down she gave you over and over again.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok, it’s ok.” You told her as you pulled her into a hug, despite her resistance to it.

“No, no, no! I hurt you! I hurt you!” She was howling by this point with pain. You only held on tighter as she tried desperately to do anything to get you to let go.

She did anything except the one ability that would make you let go. Her powers.

“Here.” Skye said as she entered the van, handing you the food she’d been able to buy. It wasn’t the best food in the world, but it was enough to see you through.

“Thank you.” You said politely as you ate your chips; she, meanwhile, at her single burger.

“Want some?” You said, earnestly offering them to her. She smiled softly at your offer, shaking her head and pushing them away.

“No, they’re yours.” She told you.

“They’re ours; now, come on.” You assured, pushing them in her direction again.

“No, Y/nn, I’m serious. Eat your food, I’ll eat mine.” She said stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes as you did as she asked you to do, “Why do you do that?” You asked, seemingly out of the blue and with a hint of anger.

“Do what?” She asked, a little defensivly.

“That; give me more food than you?” You clarified.

“I’m older –”

“But hungrier.” You had a point.

“And I will eat something else later when we get to our next stop. I promise, Y/N, I’m fine. But, to answer your question,” She tapped your nose in a teasing but loving fashion, “You nosey little…that’s what family is. Sacrifice, time and time again.”

For once, Daisy was taking her own advice as she sat with you on the bed; you held her hand, but no words were shared between you both.

The others had gone to stop Hive; but, with your injuries, you stayed. Even without them, you would’ve stayed anyway; missing an opportunity to stop the man who had caused you this pain to stay with your sister.

Family meant sacrifice, again and again.

“They’ll stop him.” You told her, to try and lift her spirits.

“Sure they will.” She said, pessimism oozing from her words.

“They will.” You said, firmly.

“How’d you know?” She asked; seemed you’d swapped oldest and youngest sibling for a moment.

“Because I have faith in them. You’re intel wasn’t wasted; you’re home now.” You told her.

“This won’t be my home, not anymore.” She spat.

“And why not?” You asked.

“Because look at what I did, Y/N! Look at what I did to all of you!” She stood up and waved her arms around to get her point across.

“Well then, what’s the plan?” You asked her, taking her completely by surprise. She even opened and closed her mouth a few times at your words.

“What?” She had to ask, she had to be sure that she had heard you correctly.

“I said, “What’s the plan?”?” You repeated your question.

Yup, she’d heard you alright.

“Are you insane?” She snapped at you, desperately wanting you to be joking.

“Daisy,” You said as you grabbed her hand with your free one (with the arm that wasn’t in a sling), “We’re family, we’re always going to be. This hurts like a bitch, sure. But, it wasn’t you. I saw the real you fighting back against it. So, you lost this battle, but not the war. I’ll be with you to fight that war until I can’t anymore.”

Lincoln, someone that had started to become a friend to you, was gone. He had given his life to stop Hive; himself and Daisy almost, almost, had a romantic-ish goodbye.

The moment after their decleration of love, his blip was gone.

As Daisy fell, weeping and begging for it to be turned around despite it being too late. You only watched your sister, knowing you couldn’t do anything as if this moment. But, afterwards, you could.

You both knew each other like the back of your hands. So, you knew her next move. You waited by the hanger door, the only exit to this place. Soon enough, Daisy appeared in more goth like clothing.

“Y/N.” She breathed out your name in shock.

“Hey,” You replied casually as you placed your own bag down on the floor; Daisy approached you, “Van’s out front.” You told her.

“You’re not coming.” She stated, firmly.

“When have us being split up ever worked out in our favour?” Ok, maybe too early for that one. But, the truth of it did hit Daisy, even if it hurt.

“Keys.” She held out her hand; the keys filled them the next moment.

She then picked up both of your bags, “You do what I say, when I say it, got it?” She gave you that older sisterly stare she had from time to time.

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, ma’am.” You gave her a mock salute.

With a breath, she led the way out.

You weren’t going to let her walk this path alone; even if you didn’t fully approve of it. You knew you couldn’t change her mind, just as she couldn’t change your own about coming with her.

You were family. You were family that always found and backed each other up. You’d make sure you both lived up to that. No matter what.

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