#aos fic

[slytherinshua]

AOS WHEN THEIR S/O GETS HURT

genre. fluff. headcanon/reaction. warnings. injuries, fighting, and crying mentioned (not in detail at all). pairing. uk/yul/danggu/won x reader (all separate). wc. 750 (150-200 each). request. no. a/n. why do i think my writer's block is back help 😭 i'm so sorry if this is shit

JANG UK

he would be panicked but he wouldn’t show it

I think he’d be more angry than scared, and by angry, I mean really angry

like whoever hurt you is about to have all hell brought down on them

he has the ice stone, he’s the most powerful man in the world, he can definitely deal with whatever dude decided to mess with his s/o

he makes sure to check that you’re okay first before dealing with the situation, but it’ll just be a quick check, he wouldn’t stay too long

he likes to have the situation properly dealt with before he lets his guard down again

he’d be all soft afterwards with you especially if you were still injured

he can switch so quickly and drastically from scary and powerful to gentle and in love

he’ll make sure you take medicine or get medical attention from Sejukwon immediately 

because you’re his top priority and he wants to make sure you’re safe before anything else

he might think about scolding you for not being careful

but then he’d also have to scold himself for not protecting you like he should, so he ends up staying quiet and just asking you if you’re okay in that soft worried voice of his

SEO YUL

like Uk, Yul wouldn’t show how worried he was

but he would be absolutely panic stricken inside

his heart would be beating so fast and he’d have to really focus on his breathing to not lose control

you getting hurt is like his worst nightmare

and he gets so flustered and scared that he definitely needs someone to accompany him to go find you because this boy is going to lose sense of direction quick 😭

he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to go to you immediately 

if there’s an enemy in the way, he will deal with them in order to get to you, but he needs to make sure you’re okay before confronting whoever did it 

he’d inspect you so carefully, the poor baby :(

even if it’s a little scratch that was an accident, he’d treat you as if you were made of glass even days after

and would always ask you how you were feeling and if there was anything you needed

he’s usually shy when you ask for hugs or kisses, but one of the only times when he’ll agree immediately is when you’re hurt

he just wants to make sure that he does everything in his power to make you feel better <3

PARK DANGGU

absolutely horrified, shocked, scared

he’s very emotive in his face unlike his friends

rushes to wherever you are, the panic practically surging through his entire body

if there was any fighting that needed to happen, he would calm himself down enough to not also get hurt in the fight

but he’s mainly just trying to get to you as fast as possible

could possibly cry depending on how badly you were injured

I feel like if he would, without thinking, pull you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you

and it would be such a tight hug that it would press on your wound

the only thing coming out of his mouth after you winced in pain is a string of “sorry”

he feels so bad, but his brain is honestly such a mess because of how worried he is

he’s a clumsy baby, so he might possibly make the situation worse on accident (before making it better with kisses and medical attention)

GO WON

makes it the absolute biggest deal, no matter if it’s a serious situation or a simple cut or scrape

he’s dramatic, you can’t tell me otherwise

but he would be genuinely worried about you because he cares about you so much 

he is going to make sure everyone knows that you are his top priority just by how he drops everything and makes sure of your safety before anything else

and if any of the royal guards were responsible for not keeping you safe, he might fire them on the spot, just saying

he’ll make sure you get attended by the best masters in Sejukwon

he’s not going to take any chances when it comes to you and your safety

would be stubborn and either not let you leave his sight or have guards accompany you everywhere (new guards, not the old ones)

if his duties pulled him away from you, you would be on his mind every second until he knew that you were completely recovered

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[an-inky-fingered-lass]

be the stillness of the moon

An alternate version of my fic, whistling static when the young learn to fly. Rated T.

Read on ao3.

He found her out on the porch, back against one of the cabin walls and one knee tugged to her chest.

Hunch proving true, Coulson snagged a familiar, heavy woolen blanket on his way out and eased the door open, letting it squeak just the slightest bit.

“Hey.”

May was staring off into the distance, the slope of her shoulders letting him know she’d heard and acknowledged his presence. She was still in pajamas, the soft, worn fabric not nearly warm enough for this kind of chill.

Phil made his way over carefully and settled down onto the wooden bench, noisy steps and his shoulders soft and easy. “May.”

“Wanted to see the sky.”

Her voice came out just below a murmur, but Coulson exhaled quietly -- relief and surprise both.

“One of those nights, huh.”

It took a long second, but she nodded. Coulson slouched comfortably, wedged his shoulder against the wooden slats of the cabin. Their cabin.

“How long’ve you been out here?” It was light, but the edge of concern appeared without his permission. It was alright.

May just shook her head.

She’d been off the last few days, snappish or a different sort of silent than usual. He’d kept an eye out but let her be, knowing she would bring whatever it was up if she needed to, and also that sometimes all he could do for her was give her the time and space she needed to deal in her own time, her own ways.

It had been months now, settling into this little cabin and building the kind of peacefulness he’d barely ever dared to imagine; enough time for him to recover his strength somewhat, for that barely perceptible air of tightly wound exhaustion that had surrounded May for years to begin to dissipate. They’d been able to start settling in, building the routines that they both, May especially, needed.

So much of it still felt new. They had thirty years between them, plenty of those spent living in close quarters and through the kind of hard years that taught you the most about a person, but it was still…different, when it was just their four walls; a smaller space, none of the responsibilities that had been a distraction and a stressor and a sanctuary all at once.

He’d gotten to hear May laugh, really laugh, for the first time in so long. He felt more like himself now than he had in years, settled and steady in his own mind and skin. They were still bound to have bad days. Always had, even back when they’d been barely more than kids, only beginning to learn what it would mean to live the life they’d chosen. May was still so used to shouldering everything on her own, and despite contrived appearances to the contrary, Phil actually sucked rather magnificently at the whole talking about it thing. They were working on it, like they were on everything else. It was still hard, sometimes.

“Wanna tell me what’s up?”

“You don’t have to stay,” May said quietly. “I’ll be fine in the morning.”

Okay, not an answer, but not a no, go away either. The fact that she wasn’t claiming to be fine now said…a lot.

“I’d like to, though.”

May blinked at him, genuinely surprised.

“If that’s okay?”

It took another moment, but she nodded. Phil tapped the blanket in his lap, drawing her attention to it, before he lifted it up, gave it a flap and wrapped it carefully around her shoulders. She had too many old injuries to be out in this kind of cold, and the weight would help. “You in pain?”

He saw her hesitate, falter. They’d had the be honest talk a few weeks ago, both of them equally as bad about powering through pain when they no longer needed to. It had taken May literally collapsing on her bad leg after pushing it for weeks for that to happen.

“Some,” May said finally, and Phil breathed out another little bit of worry. “Just stiff. I’ll take care of it later.”

Phil gave the blanket another pointed flick until she bundled herself up more securely, a little of the tension bleeding off her shoulders as she did. They had a few hot water bottles bundled up in one of the kitchen cupboards. He doubted she’d be up for a massage any time soon, but he could go dig those out in a bit, boil some water. As much as he wanted to, he knew better than to suggest going inside just yet.

The stars were bright, this far away from any light pollution. May loved it out here, despite the cold, the endless depth of the sky stretching on and on and on. Phil squinted habitually at his watch (he wasn’t wearing one) and then up at the moon, digging up rusty memories and figuring about three a.m., the angle of the waning crescent.

Pine was sweet in the air. It was still so easy to remember a world cracked apart. Phil swallowed against swelling relief, not for the first time, the reminder of more than he could have ever wished for.

May exhaled softly, letting something go. Phil took the cue and broke the silence, taking a leap.

“You went to see Robin and Polly today?”

May shook her head. “Didn’t go. Drove halfway there and turned around. I called Polly to apologize, made up some excuse, I don’t know.”

Oh. “You didn’t say anything.”

“Couldn’t.”

Phil took a slow breath, making sure he would sound the way he wanted to. “Daisy’s not upset with you, you know.”

There was a long, trembling pause. May’s voice was quiet, when she finally spoke. “She has every right to be. It was stupid of me to yell.”

Their pseudo-daughter (when had it gotten so easy to think of her like that?) was sound asleep in the little room off the hall (officially declared hers whenever she wanted it), here to stay with them the two weeks until Mack called her in to report for her new team’s first official mission. May had come home struggling, hiding it well enough that even he’d missed it at first, and it had been over…nothing, really. Daisy had stared after May’s retreating back with nothing but concern, reading the real reasons for her old mentor’s sudden lashing out in her rigid stride, the harsh lines of her back and shoulders. She knew May so much better than Phil thought either of them realized, these days.

He took another breath, still tempering his tone. “Stupid is the idea that you don’t deserve to be loved.”

May actually startled, turning around to stare at him with a look that tried its hardest to be a glare but fell quite a ways short. “I…what?”

Phil shrugged, keeping the movement gentle and easy despite the ache pulling tight in his chest. “C’mon, May. It’s not like I don’t have some idea of what’s going through your head. But it’s stupid. And I’ll keep saying so ‘til you believe me.”

“This isn’t about…” May closed her eyes with a growl, letting her head thud back against the paneled walls. “I don’t know how to do this, Phil.”

“Do what?”

“Live. Like this. Just be, I don’t know, a person. ”

“May…”

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” May turned to stare at him, implacable. “I’m not the person I want to be, not… I’m working on it, but it’s not worth it if I’m hurting you— if I’m hurting everyone along the way.”

Phil shook his head, bewildered. “Where is this coming from?”

May just shook her head.

“Is this about--”

“It’s not about anything,” May snapped. He just blinked at her. There’d been no real heat in it.

May shook her head and looked away, propping an elbow on her good knee and letting her shoulders slump, palm bracing her forehead. Phil could feel her retreating, slipping farther and farther away.

He sighed and scooted closer before he could think for too long about it, rubbing a hand softly up and down the length of her spine. May wasn’t tense, didn’t flinch. Phil exhaled softly.

“Hey.”

May leaned slowly against him, her head still bowed, and he shifted to better settle her weight against his shoulder, breathing gentle and steady.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly.

He shook his head, knowing she could feel it. “What’s eating at you?”

It’d been so long that the unspoken things just kind of spoke for themselves. May’s snappishness over the past few days hadn’t been the kind of snappish she got when she was pissed about something -- this sort of scattered lapse in control was the exact opposite of shutting down, of keeping everything contained the way she was wont to do. She was doing her best to let him in now because she was in a place to accept support without depending on it, because grounded and self-reliant when it came to emotional stability had always been May at her happiest.

The kind of trust in the trying had carried them through more hells than he could count. It’d been a constant in his life for so long. He’d never taken it for granted. It still meant the world.

She was on the side of the hand he could feel, and the blanket was soft under his palm as he rubbed careful circles over her back.

“I walked the perimeter,” May muttered at last, muffled. Phil just nodded. He’d noticed the mud earlier, caking her boots.

“Checked all the weapons, the locks, the go-bags. Just sat there taking the gun apart, putting it back together. I haven’t gotten like this since that stupid detail in the Alps, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Too stressed,” Phil offered softly. The frustration in May’s scoff came through loud and clear.

“With what. ”

They were opposites, in this respect. He needed time to unwind if he didn’t want to start losing his mind, always had been that way. That was why field command hadn’t bothered him, why Director would have always been a little bit miserable. The weight of it all, he’d learned a long time ago how to carry.

May could handle anything while she was in the middle of it, would take the weight of anything and somehow still manage to stay centered, steady. It was once things slowed down that she’d get wound tighter and tighter, frustration usually the first thing to break the dam. She’d never really thought that was a valid reason to struggle, either. May knew all of it, and still thought she ought to be better than all things that made her human.

“Too much, too soon?”

May scoffed harder.

“What happened today?”

“Nothing. That’s the point.”

Phil just waited.

May straightened a little, after a while, pulling away and scrubbing her hands over her face. She looked away for another long moment.

“Nothing happened. It's just me.” The anger there was a clear mask, now, something heavier underneath. Bitterness?

He stayed quiet long enough to be sure she wasn’t planning to say anything else just yet. “Kiddo loves you, Mel.”

May looked more tired than ever, looking back at him.

“She misses you, wants to spend time with you. There’s no version of that where it’s a bad thing.”

There was another long silence. Phil kept quiet until he felt the air start to unravel, the weight slowly dissipating. May grappled silently with herself, motionless at his side.

He could feel the moment she decided to speak. May didn’t look at him, the words just barely there.

“I see myself hurting her.” Pause. “You. Daisy.”

Phil made a soft sound before he could stop himself. May shook her head in response without looking up.

“I know. I know it’s just… there’s no meaning to it. It’s not… but I…

“There’s nothing to fight here,” May said softly, as close to helpless as she ever let herself sound. “Just…”

“Yourself,” Phil said softly.

May nodded. “And that’s what I wanted. I need that, need to deal with… but I’m no good to be around like this.”

“What if we want to, though?”

May just looked at him, frustrated and desolate. After a split second the look vanished; she was unreadable to him, for a moment, blank.

“May. There’s nothing you could do that would make us-- make me want you far away,” he said quietly, steady, and watched the mask begin to crack. “If you need some air, some time to yourself-- that’s different. But, May, nothing is going to make me want to give up on this. I don’t want anything more than to see you happy.”

He watched her swallow, struggle a second to speak and then decide against it.

“We need you,” he said gently, because he was trying to say, do you understand how much you are loved? and sometimes that was the version of it May understood best. “Me, Daisy. We all do. You are so loved, Melinda, you know that?”

May pressed the heels of her hands hard into her eyes for a second, dropping her hands back into her lap as she lifted her head to stare out at the night.

“I love you,” Phil said, and watched the tears well up, the way May closed her eyes tight. “Melinda, hey. Look at me?”

She did, finally, and he reached out to cup her cheek with the hand he could feel, wiping away the tears trickling down her face. May had been fighting this for so long, but now she just looked at him, unblinking and vulnerable, her hands folded together in her lap.

“You’re gonna be able to hear it without crying,” Phil said quietly. “Even on bad days. It’ll take time, probably, but we have time, okay?”

It hadn’t been a hard thing for her to say, the first time. She’d just waited for the right moment. None of that was a surprise, once he’d gotten his wits back enough to stop gaping in the hall like an idiot. He needed words, sometimes, to understand, so that was what she’d given him.

It was still different when it came to herself. It wasn’t hatred May carried for herself any more, hadn’t been for a while; there’d been a quiet morning and a good hike and in far fewer words she’d told him that much herself. It wasn’t quite peace yet, either, but in so many ways it was forgiveness. He’d watched her fight for it for years, these hard-won inches of kindness, had realized a while ago that that was something he still needed to learn for himself.

May’s strength had never begun or ended at her ability to beat people to a pulp. That had never been the part he was in awe of.

Thing is, strength has never been known to make anything any easier -- not unless you’re moving house with a grand piano. It’s just a promise you’ll make it through.

“It’s okay,” Phil said, steady. It wasn’t so gentle, this time. Melinda needed certainty almost always more than she ever needed gentleness; he’d never entirely gotten over the surprise of realizing that was something he could give her. “You’re not alone, alright? We’re here. We have time.”

They’d lived so many lives, so many years spent choosing the world over theirs. Years of sacrifice, years sacrificed. They were never getting any of that back, but this was still a gift. Nothing had ever felt so much like hope to him as it did to be able to say that so easily -- we have time.

May didn’t say a word, but she leaned forwards to press her forehead into his shoulder, one arm reaching out to hold on tight.

He held her until she stopped shaking, until her breathing settled back to steady.

After a long time, May pulled away, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. Eyes red, she managed to look disgruntled enough that Phil had to bite back a laugh.

“Lighter?” he suggested gently.

May grumbled. “Headache.”

She’d hated to cry since he’d known her. Claimed she had since she was a kid, that it always just left her feeling worse than before, wrung out. He’d said lighter because he could hear it, though, the edge of strain gone from the way she breathed whether or not she’d admit it. He would never manage to explain to her the relief it was, May allowing herself to unravel this far without so much of the old pain behind her eyes, him being able to just hold her without any terror gripping at his chest, so he didn’t try.

They sat there in silence for a few long, slow moments. Once the sense of ease had settled, Phil got to his feet, holding out a hand.

“Stars’ll be there tomorrow,” he said with a little grin, as May blinked up at him. “We need to sleep, Mel.”

May hesitated, but grabbed his hand. She didn’t wobble, as she stood up, but she didn’t quite succeed at hiding a wince, either. They wrapped arms around each other, familiar movements (except now they were just old, not recently injured), and made their way a little creakingly towards the door.

And paused, just inside the threshold.

A lamp was alight. Daisy’s dim outline was at the stove, but they could see her grin as she turned round at them, visibly chewing over potential remarks and discarding most of them.

“Morning,” she landed on, cheekily, and he heard May groan, struggling to extricate herself from her blanket and his steadying arm without the considerable indignity of toppling over.

“Why are you awake.”

“Were we too quiet?” Phil asked, grinning back at their girl.

“Mm-hm.”

May limped over towards the little counter and Daisy moved to meet her, holding out a mug and a hot water bottle. May accepted both.

“I’m sorry,” Phil heard her say, quietly, as he made his way over to sprawl over the couch. Daisy’s answering tone was soft, genuinely warm.

“S’all good, May. I know… but I think I know what you were trying to get at, maybe. We can talk about it later?”

May nodded. Phil smiled a little at the relief bleeding off her shoulders. She couldn’t exactly reciprocate, with both hands full of recently boiled liquid in various forms, but she leaned into it, when Daisy wrapped her in a brief hug. The look that passed between them said more than words ever could. Daisy’s smile was soft, as she pulled away, and that was that.

“AC?”

He grinned up at her as she came over, delivering another mug. Over at the counter, May braced herself against the scrubbed wood and took a sip from her own, looking up with one eyebrow raised.

“Bitter.”

From May, that was the highest compliment a mug (or a maker) of hot cocoa could receive. Daisy grinned over at her.

Phil took a sip in his turn, and wow. “Bitter,” he agreed. He figured he sounded only a little bit dismayed. He caught the pointed look May sent him. Not a little, then.

“Good.”

Daisy edged very obviously away, gathering up a mug of her own. “Uh. Don’t taste mine.”

May eyed her for a second. And lunged.

Daisy yelped, evading; May feinted neatly (Phil recognized the move and grinned) and wound up with two mugs in her hands, Daisy flailing. “May-- ”

They’d figured before that Daisy still couldn’t outclass May when it came down to raw speed, not in this case without quaking either her or the cocoa -- how that was still true given the amount of pain May’s stance said she was in, he didn’t know, but neither of them had spilled a drop. Phil just sighed. May took a sip.

“Daisy --”

“It’s just a little sugar-- ”

“This is not a little --”

“I’m young, my metabolism can handle it--”

“It’s the middle of the night--” May stopped. Glared. “Are you calling me old.”

“Nope!” Daisy said, as brightly as humanly possible. “Never! C’mon, it’s almost morning, mom, it’s like a once a year thing, we’re already up, you need to get warm, c’mon drink yours and gimmie!”

Mom. No one so much as blinked. May might have maybe handed over the mug with less grumbling than she otherwise would have. Maybe. Phil grinned to himself when he saw her scrub at her eyes behind Daisy’s back, just out of the corner of his eye.

“You’re coming on a run with me tomorrow.”

“Sure.” Daisy bundled towards her, herding towards the sofa. “First you need to get off your feet, sit, please, you’re freezing.”

They wound up all bundled up on the sofa together, sipping mugs of cocoa and tangled up in all the blankets in the house. Phil started telling stories, because there was cocoa and why not, dredging up some Daisy had never heard before and that May would have grumbled at, at length, on almost any other day.

Daisy’s ringing laughter filled every corner. The world closed in around them, just for a little while, a little circle of warmth, safety. Family.

May just listened, leaning against him again with Daisy’s head on her shoulder, eyes soft and content.

She was the only one of them who hadn’t gotten any sleep at all, but it was Daisy who dozed off first, her cheek still on May’s shoulder and no tension at all between her brows. May lifted her mug into the coffee table and slipped a pillow beneath her cheek but otherwise wouldn’t move, hands feather-light as they brushed a strand of Daisy’s hair gently out of her eyes. Her eyes were wet again, but she just looked at him, aching and steadfast in the darkness, the gentle light of a waxing moon.

They didn’t say a word. They didn’t have to.

They would all wake up the next morning groaning, lower backs yelling obscenities and Daisy’s neck stiff from being bent at a near-right angle for far too long. For the few hours of darkness remaining, they all slept peacefully.

May awoke with the first rays of sunlight, blinking her eyes open to find her family huddled comfortably around her, upturned faces washed in gold.

They were at peace, safe and warm. All of them bore ghosts in their shadows, stubborn and lingering; some things would still hurt, come morning. Light tumbled shyly through the window, growing in strength until it sprawled, defiant, into every corner of the room.

The day was going to be beautiful. May exhaled, soft and slow.

#oh gosh italics don't copy over huh #why do i use so many italics #anyway #not sure how this happened entirely #i was never really planning to post this but i have two wips i'm really hoping to finish and post soon and #upon reread this one just zoomed past 'em #and i'm trying to not be so critical of everything i do and put some more stuff out there #so here we are! #hopefully gonna be posting more stuff soon #series: get out my machete and battle with time once again #the peaceful retirement au #melinda may #phil coulson #daisy johnson #agents of shield #agents of shield fanfic #aos fic #aos #agents of shield fanfiction #philinda #philindaisy #river's writing #inkspinner fic

[redroses07]

Day Off // Deke Shaw

Deke Shaw x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is stressed out with shield agent life, and Deke encourages her to take a day off and discover earth with him.

W/C: 2k

Warnings: Kissing, violence, end of the world, yk just basic stuff.

A/N: Hey guys!! This took much longer to write than anticipated, my apologies I've been insanely busy recently. I've really been wanting to write for Deke though because there is a LACK of fics for him on this app. Anyways, I really hope y'all enjoy, love you guys! ₊˚⊹♡

You and your Shield team had finally arrived back from the future, and you were relieved to say the least.

Being trapped in an unfamiliar place was horrifying, not that you and your team hadn't been through worse.

Just because you were back didn't mean you were in the clear, and discovering Daisy was the one who was going to cause the destruction of planet earth only made things more distressing.

Even though Daisy didn't currently have her powers you could see the fear in her eyes. You were worried for her, and so was the rest of your team. You had all been working tirelessly to stop the end of the world, and as important as it was the exhaustion was beginning to catch up to you.

Right now you were heading down the hall to meet with your team about the ever concerning anomalies that had been appearing in the lighthouse.

As you rounded the corner you felt yourself slam into something...or rather someone.

"You okay darling?" The all too familiar voice mused from above you.

Deke, the boy from the future. With his gray eyes and rugged features, who you had somehow managed to fall for. You knew he felt the same, but between the plethora of near death experiences the two of you hadn't had time to address your feelings.

"Shit! Deke, I'm sorry." You jumped back, examining where you had slammed into him.

Thankfully there was no noticeable damage.

You ran your hands through your hair, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Hey, it's okay! It barely hurt!" Deke spun around quickly, and did a silly little dance.

"See, I'm in tip top shape." He put on a goofy smile, causing you to give him one in return.

"Where are you off to?" Deke asked, you forgot that the team didn't always include him in their meetings.

"Oh, just, uh, meeting Daisy and everyone,"

"But I honestly just need a break, I'm so tired of running around all the time."

You leaned against the wall, the stress you were under feeling heavier than the weight of the world.

Deke gave you a sympathetic smile and lightly squeezed your hand.

You began to lean into him, and you began to feel as if you were handing him some of the stress you were carrying.

"Hey I have an idea." Deke exclaimed, taking your hands and turning you to face him.

"You should spend the day with me!" He suggested, his face just beaming with excitement.

"Deke...I don't know, they're expecting me-"

"Please! If they ask, just tell them you got sick or something." Deke pleaded, giving you the saddest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen.

You thought for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of your decision. Yes, you would waste the day having fun when you could be helping your teammates. Although, you would be getting a much needed recharge, and with your favorite person at that. And by the way, how could you say no to that face?

"Okay fineee." You gave in.

Deke pumped his fist in the air with excitement, earning a laugh from you.

"Oh my god, you can show me all of the cool earth things I've been wanting to try! Like every flavor of ice cream, and football! You know, since I only got here like a week ago.."

You truly didn't understand why he got on everyone's nerves so much. He was just excited to have a chance at living the life he always dreamed of in the future, and there was honestly something so refreshing about that. Deke didn't take advantage of anything, because he knew what it was like to have nothing.

"Of course, let me get dressed and then we can go. We've gotta be sneaky about it though."

"You've got it babe." Deke replied, shooting your finger guns and a wink. You rolled your eyes and walked off.

Once you got changed out of your casual clothes, and packed a small bag you hurried to meet Deke outside. You were sure to dodge any Shield Agents that were coming your way.

When you arrived at the exit, Deke was already waiting. When He saw you he excitedly pulled out a notebook and flipped to a specific page.

"I made a list of everything I want to do today! I know we might not be able to do it all but i put little stars next to my favorites." Deke pointed to the tiny stars he had drawn next to several items on his, not so short to do list.

"You make me laugh you know that?" You said, snatching the notebook from his hands to look over it.

"Is it too much?"

"No, It's perfect." you looked up to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, causing his cheeks to turn a bright pink shade.

"Okay lets go!" You pulled him behind you as you headed toward your car that was parked in the nearby parking garage.

"I think this is my first time in one of these." Deke exclaimed as you drove towards your first destination.

"Well, is it everything you dreamed it would be?"

"Honestly, it's kinda underwhelming."

You let out a laugh, quickly turning to the side to make eye contact with Deke who was also laughing.

"I totally agree."

When you arrived at your first stop, Deke was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

"You brought me to the beach?"

"I noticed that one had two stars next to it." you replied, pointing to the notebook laying on your console.

"I know it's not warm enough to get into the water, but we can at least walk on the sand and put our feet in."

"Are you kidding? This is amazing." Deke reached over into the driver's seat and hugged you tightly.

He quickly jumped out of the car and started racing towards the shore.

"Be careful! It's easy to fall on sand." You called, remembering how you had to get used to the way your feet sunk into the sand when you were a child.

Just as the words escaped your lips Deke fell face first into the sand.

Your heart raced worriedly as you rushed over to see if he was okay.

"Oh my god! I told you to be careful!" You snapped, leaning down to examine Deke who was still laying flat in the sand.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Deke rolled over, spitting sand out of his mouth.

You reached out your hand and helped him up, rolling your eyes as you did.

"Please watch yourself from now on." You said, refusing to loosen your grip on his hand.

After that care, not that the two of you hadn't gone through worse, you kept Deke close.

Were you really concerned, or were you using it as an excuse? That wasn't a question that needed to be answered.

As the two of you strolled towards the sore, hand in hand, you couldn't help but let your mind wander. Wander back to the unspoken feelings between the two of you. It's not as if nothing physical had ever happened between the two of you, holding hands and cuddling wasn't uncommon and you had even shared a kiss a few times, but nothing was ever really discussed.

Now was your long awaited chance, just the two of you, without impending doom hanging over your heads.

Well for the moment at least.

"Hey Deke..."

"mhm?" Deke stopped and looked up at you, tracing his thumb over your palm as he did.

"You know how I feel about you right?"

"What?"

"Everything that's happened, it's not just nothing. I really like you, just between the end of the world and time traveling I don't think I've remembered to tell you." You said all this without taking your eyes off Deke's.

You loved the way he looked at you, with such adoration.

For once, Deke didn't respond with his words but rather his actions. Without hesitation, he cupped your face and pressed many kisses to your lips, cheeks, and forehead.

He stopped to look at you, a giddy look on his face.

"Wait? So are we like, boyfriend and girlfriend now?" Deke said half jokingly.

"Only if you want to be." You got your answer when Deke kissed you again, this time with much more force. It was unlike any of the other kisses you two had shared, there was a sense of raw emotion behind it that hadn't been there before.

On your walk back to the car you leaned comfortably into Deke, no longer needing to worry about if it was 'too much'.

You began driving to your next activity, something that was a favorite of yours that you hoped he would really enjoy.

You pulled into the parking lot of your favorite dockside diner, and you could already smell the greasy french fries, and sizzling burgers. You watched as couples and groups of teens strolled down the dock, holding ice cream cones from the shop nearby.

Once you and Deke walked inside you found a waiter to get you a seat. You were seated quickly, and ordered drinks.

"So, is this somewhere you come a lot?"

"Yes, this is my favorite restaurant, and you haven't lived if you haven't had greasy American diner food."

Deke looked around at the place, excitedly examining everything. Once it came time to order, Deke couldn't decide between a bacon cheeseburger or chicken and waffles, so you agreed to get both and have half each.

Once your food arrived, you both ate quickly. Deke continuously snatched fries from your plate, stating each time that it was his last one. You ended up having to swat his hand away, claiming the rest of the fries.

Once you were finished you paid the bill and led Deke out to the dock.

You noticed him eyeing the ice cream parlor, so you asked him if he was up for dessert.

He happily agreed and ordered as many flavors of ice cream as they could fit on the cone. You doubted all those flavors would even taste good mixed together but as long as it made Deke happy.

You walked slowly down the dock, ice cream in one hand, and Deke's hand in the other.

At this point in the day the sun was beginning to sink below the clouds, and the temperature had dipped even lower. You realized you had forgotten to bring a jacket, as you had not planned to be out this late.

You began to shiver, and Deke took notice quickly. He pulled off his jacket, the one he wore nearly every day and offered it to you.

"Well won't you be cold?" you protested.

"Nah, temperatures were crazy in space, a little wind doesn't bother me."

You gave him a sympathetic smile and allowed him to wrap the jacket around your shoulders.

You decided to end your day sitting at the end of the dock and watching the sun sink between the clouds. Deke slipped his hand around your waist as the stars began to fade into view.

"It's so beautiful here, there weren't many beautiful things to look at where I used to live."

This filled you with sadness, and reminded you of the suffering Deke experienced his whole life.

"Deke, I'm sorry. You didn't deserve to live a life like that." You whispered softly, nuzzling your nose into his neck.

"Well it may have sucked, but you know what? It led me to you."

You looked up to make eye contact with your boyfriend. He tucked a few loose pieces of hair behind your ears, and kissed you on the forehead.

"And you are more beautiful than all the stars in the sky combined."

Taglist: @nikki-is-a-nerd @somestardeww

#agents of shield fanfic #agents of shield fanfiction #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #aos #aos fic #deke aos #deke shaw x reader #deke shaw #deke shaw fanfic #daisy johnson #marvel #aos fanfic #aos fandom #jemma simmons #leo fitz #agent coulson #phil coulson

[skoulsons]

Ok it’s out it’s here it’s out of hands. I could complain about it all day long but I’ll refrain from doing so

Comments are always appreciated ! :)

For @not-so-mundane-after-all @outer-edges @thomasthequeer

#aos #agents of shield #aos fic #L writes

[samanthaswishes]

In the speakeasy, when deciding to stay behind in 1983, Daniel holds Daisy's hands in his. Neither of them thinks the team will think much of this gesture, but they all know so much just from that gesture and what has led to it.

The SHIELD team is fully aware of Daisy and Daniel's relationship, and this is their thoughts as they believe another person Daisy cares about will be taken from her.

New Fic Alert!

Got a little Dousy fic from everyone else's perspective!

#aos fic #aos fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #writer #writing #ao3 #agents of shield #aos #daisy johnson #daniel sousa #dousy

[ravenpuffheadcanons]

The Face of All the World is Changed

Author: EstellaB (@ravenpuffheadcanons)

Relationships: Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, Jemma Simmons & Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons & Anne Weaver, Leo Fitz & Holden Radcliffe

Summary: Miss Simmons, aged 22, wants what any sensible young lady wants: a laboratory where she can study the stages of decay, a subscription to a circulating academic library, and for her parents to stop making difficulties about that misunderstanding with the livers. When her father announces that he’s moving the family far away from their home in Cambridge, she fears that her already slim chances of contributing to scientific progress will vanish forever. Perhaps, however, the cosmos has something rather different in mind.

Chapter 25: The Spinster's Mite is up now, or start from the beginning!

#can't believe how close this is to the end #have spent a large part of today working on the final (full) chapter #epilogue is almost done #it's been 84 years #fs not a north and south au #fitzsimmons fic #fitzsimmons #lou writes #aos fic

[sun-daisies]

fic snippet | agents of shield | the living and the dead

since ao3 is down for who knows how long I figured I’d dig through some abandoned wips and post some snippets of fics I love but never got to share. feel free to do this too - we can keep each other going until ao3 is back up and running!

The first thing Phil Coulson registers before he even opens his eyes is the aching pain coursing through his entire body.

The second thing that hits him are the sounds. The rustling of the leaves, the chirping of birds somewhere above him, the distant roaring of ocean waves beating against the sand. Disoriented, he pushes himself up with his forearms, grunting in pain. He sits upright, blinking down at his mud-streaked pants, then holding up his hands, smeared with dirt and blood. 

Blood. His blood. There’s sharp burning pain coursing through his back. Something warm and viscid slides down the side of his face. He reaches up and brushes his fingers against its source, gritting his teeth, then brings his hand back to view. His fingertips are stained in scarlet.  

The third thing is the sudden recollection of his memory - or at least little flashes. His head spins. He remembers the hum of the plane en route to New York; the uncomfortable feeling deep in his ears that hadn’t subsided since they took off; the woman in the floral dress who kept looking around wide-eyed and anxious; the sullen little girl sitting next to her mother, scribbling drawing after drawing and refusing to respond. 

The way the plane shuddered violently; the frantic beeping and the oxygen masks, the terrified shouts of the passengers as it became clear that the plane was falling- 

Coulson’s heart slams in his chest as he scrambles to his feet, grunting with effort and swaying a little at the sudden movement. He was on a plane before this. Where is it now? Where is everyone else? 

Somewhere close by he registers the sounds of people screaming, and he follows it. 

The trees thin as he approaches the white sand beach; an untouched, pristine vista, with clear, vibrant waves crashing against the shore. But as he sweeps his gaze across the shoreline, horror snakes into his chest, and he sucks in a sharp breath, his feet frozen in place. 

Flight 084 snapped in half mid-air somewhere over the Atlantic and fell out of the sky. Like a magnet, it managed to find its way hurtling into the sand; full speed like a missile. The tail end of the plane is nowhere in sight; the front half of the plane is split into pieces and alight with flames, sending dark curls of smoke up to the clouds. If they're looking, they'll see the smoke, they'll find the survivors. 

Strangers he'd shared the cabin space with moments ago are panicking all around him. An English woman sobs and screams into the sky until her throat is raw. A short British man shouts wildly for his girlfriend, a blonde woman unconscious in the sand. An Asian teenager trembles as she gets to her feet, her eyes wide and shocked as she surveys the beach.

These are the facts. Coulson repeats them in his mind over and over, it keeps him grounded as the unimaginable happens in front of him.

The beach is a mess, littered with bits of luggage and shrapnel from the aircraft. Coulson’s eyes widen as he watches a Chinese woman stirring in the sand, right underneath the teetering wing of the plane. He springs to action, taking off across the sand, dodging and weaving his way through confused, terrified, elated passengers. 

“Hey!” he shouts. “Hey, watch out!” 

The woman, a bit dazed, sits upright, blinking as she tries to refocus her eyes. Coulson’s stomach flips as the wing creaks, pushing himself to run faster through the sand. “Move!” He shouts again, his voice carrying across the beach. 

The woman snaps to action, shouting as she scrambles to her feet just as Coulson barrels right into her - a split second later, the wing comes crashing down, and they careen into the sand. Coulson gasps for breath, relief flooding through him until he realizes he’s still on top of the woman, quickly standing back up and offering his hand. She gives him a long, unreadable look before taking it and getting back to her feet.

“Sorry,” Coulson says sheepishly. 

She shakes her head, looking past him at the wing. “Don’t be,” she says. “Thank you.” 

Behind her, someone shouts - Coulson springs back to action, and the woman takes off in another direction. 

A lady with red streaks in her hair is pinned underneath one of the plane’s wheels, crying out in pain as she tries to wriggle her way out. Coulson stops, scanning around quickly before grabbing a dark skinned man who’s standing near one of the plane jets. 

“You,” he says quickly. “What’s your name?” 

“Mack,” the man responds, casting a quick look back at the jet. 

“Mack, I’m Phil,” Coulson introduces himself. “Can you give me a hand?” 

Together they lift the wheel off of the woman and pull her free - she tries to get up but falls back down, her legs giving out. Her eyes are wild with fear. “I can’t feel my leg,” she gasps. “I can’t feel my leg!” 

“Okay… okay stay right here.” Coulson’s heart is pounding - too much is happening around him, and he has no idea what to do. “Don’t move, someone on this plane is bound to be a doctor.” 

Mack crouches next to her. “I’ll stay with her,” he tells Coulson. “You find a doctor.” 

He nods, sprinting back towards the commotion near the fuselage. Behind him, the jet Mack was studying makes a sound like it’s sucking something in and explodes; Coulson whirls around on his heel, sighing in relief as he spies Mack and the woman still where he left them. 

The sobbing British woman is joined by the man Coulson had seen sitting with her on the plane; he rubs her arm and mumbles to her softly, and she wipes her eyes, hiccuping and nodding in response. The Chinese woman crouches next to the little girl from the plane. She speaks to her gently, pointing at strangers and checking in with the girl, who just shakes her head with a frown. The blonde stirs in the sand, and her British boyfriend’s shouts change in pitch. The woman in the flower dress peers around a piece of the fuselage, her eyes huge as she scans the crowd. The teenager stumbles through the swaths of people, disoriented, her eyes scanning each face as if she’s looking for someone. 

Coulson nearly trips on a body in the sand. 

“Excuse me,” he calls out to the teenager as she passes by. She freezes.

“Yea?” 

“You wouldn’t happen to know if you were sitting near any doctors on the plane?” Coulson knows it’s a long shot, but anything helps.

The girl thinks for a moment. “I think I heard them talking about some doctor-y science stuff on the plane,” she responds, nodding towards the British woman. “But I think they’re college kids. The girl was talking about a lab on molecular biology, or something.” 

Coulson nods. “I can work with that. Thank you…” he trails off, waiting for her to fill in the blank.

She offers him a little smile. “Daisy.” 

He presses his lips together in whatever grin he can muster in return. “Phil. Phil Coulson.” 

To his surprise, she follows him as he makes his way towards the British woman, dodging and weaving through stumbling, screaming passengers. She and the man are speaking loudly now in a way that sounds like bickering, but with more science sounding terminology mixed in.

“Excuse me!” he shouts over their arguing, silencing them and swiftly getting their attention. “Are either of you a doctor, or have any medical knowledge?” 

The woman starts to shake her head, but the man cuts her off, his Scottish accent thick as he speaks. “Jemma does, she- yes you do Jemma, stop downplaying- she studies medical biochemistry and has been a lifeguard since sixth form-”

“But I’m not a doctor,” Jemma quickly butts in, shooting a pointed look at her companion. “Fitz is bending the truth, I can’t-”

“Jem’s mum was a surgeon, it runs in the family-” 

“Guys!” Coulson cuts them off before they can start bickering again. He looks at Jemma’s youthful face, twisted in terror. “You study medical?”

She hesitates, then nods. “I’m graduating from Cornell in the spring,” she tells him. 

“You’re more than qualified to help,” he tells her. “Come with me. Daisy, start pointing anyone who’s injured towards us, we’ll be right over there.” He nods back where Mack still sits, perched in the sand. “Anyone who can’t move, send a messenger.” Daisy nods, her eyes huge, and then takes off without a word. 

By the time Coulson, Jemma, and Fitz reach Mack and the woman, she’s wheezing, her voice shaking as she asks, “where’s Izzy?” over and over. Jemma bends down next to her.

“Miss,” she says gently. “Miss, I need you to tell me what’s wrong.”

“It’s her leg,” Mack fills in. “She can’t feel it.”

Jemma’s brow furrows. “Oh dear,” she murmurs to herself before turning to Fitz and Coulson, her tone suddenly shifting to something much more sharp and commanding. The stark contrast makes Coulson jump. “I need anything you can find to treat patients with. Any first aid, alcohol, a sewing kit, clothing, anything. And bring me something sturdy that I can cast this leg with!” 

Daisy sprints back at that moment, her eyes huge and full of fear. “Sir, I found someone who looks real bad, he can’t move and he’s struggling to breathe and-” Her eyes swim and her voice cracks. “And I don’t know what to do and-”

“Bloody hell,” Jemma sighs. “Where is he?” 

“I can bring you to him,” Daisy tells her, her voice shaking. 

Jemma nods, then turns to Fitz. “Do you remember that project you did last year where you designed protective armor?” 

“Yeah, why-”

“Do that, but on this woman’s leg. You two-” she nods to Coulson and Mack, “-go find supplies. I’ll follow you to the injured man.” 

Hours tick by, but Coulson barely notices, everything is such a blur. Eventually the survivors edge their way away from the wreckage, the air tense and grim and still teeming with excitement as they stare back at what is left of the plane. The fires burn out, and the daylight fades to gold, then orange, then pink. 

After tending to those with severe injuries, Jemma and Fitz have everyone in a line, checking up on everyone one by one using whatever they found in the wreckage. Behind them stands a small medical tent Mack and Coulson had fashioned earlier out of some tarp and branches they found. Underneath lay an unresponsive, blood-soaked man, and the woman with the broken leg in a medically-induced sleep courtesy of melatonin pills Coulson had found stashed in one of the inner pockets of a suitcase. 

Coulson sits in the sand out of the way but nearby enough to help if needed, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

A dark haired man smokes a cigarette as he stares, unblinking, at the wreckage, his lips pulled into a tight scowl. The blonde and her British boyfriend sit side by side silently, staring out into the ocean, their sides pressed together and his arm around her. Daisy finds her way over to the woman in floral, whose back is turned to everything, her focus instead pointed intently at the woods behind them. 

“You’d think they would have come by now.”

The voice behind him jolts him out of his daze - it’s calm and even, despite the grim truth it tells. Coulson turns as the Asian woman sits down next to him. 

He nods in response, attempting to curl the corners of his mouth up into a smile and failing. “They’re coming,” he tells her (he tells himself). 

She says nothing, letting silence fall between them as they watch Jemma tend to her patients. She’s a natural, despite the doubts she’d originally expressed. 

“I’m Phil,” he feels the need to tell her. She looks over, her expression guarded. “Phil Coulson.” 

“May.”

#ao3 #fanfic #wip #abandoned #aos #agents of shield #lost au #aos lost au #Phil coulson #Melinda may #daisy johnson #aos fic #agents of shield fic

[mx-loar-tev]

Summary: Forced to take refuge at her mother's house with the team, Melinda May has to deal with her famous mother and with her colleagues' antics, while finding the secret of healing a broken soul.

Sneak peek:

The world may have seemed to have tilt on its axis lately but Melinda May knew she could always count on her mother to have her back. Not that the older woman would be happy about it, not so soon after asking her to drive hundreds miles to pick her daughter in the middle of nowhere. But she would do it anyway. 

That's how the whole 'team Bus', as the younger agents had dubbed the remainder of the original team, was standing in Lian May's living room. Safe hideouts were still rare after the Hydra debacle. Fortunately her mother's paranoia made her house the most secure location they could reach, since the Bus had been damaged during the last mission. The plan was to regroup, make the necessary repairs and plan their next move. 

But that probably would have to wait until the rest of the team would stop looking so wide-eyed about everything in the house, her mother included. 

And her mother seemed to be the center of everyone's attention. Not only was she interesting because she was Agent Melinda May's mother—thankfully no-one was calling her the Cavalry—but also because, apparently, Agent Lian May, CIA, was a legend even outside of her own agency. 

Yes, Melinda was the Phoenix's daughter. 

She didn't know when the name had first come up, but it had stuck. However she knew why it had stuck. Agent Lian May had been famous for disappearing during risky missions, so risky she had been supposed dead many times until she would have reappeared suddenly, mostly healthy. Sometimes she would even have faked her death, leaving both her enemies and her colleagues —and even her family— certain that she had been gone for good this time. Until she would have turned up at Langley for debriefing. 

After that, it was no wonder that people had started comparing her to a mythical creature able to be reborn from its ashes, again and again. 

Fitzsimmons were babbling stories they had heard at the Academy, a wide-eyed Skye was listening with rapt attention, her mother was muttering in Mandarin about how the stories became more and more ridiculous with time, and Coulson—well, Coulson had a twinkle in his eyes that meant trouble. He waited until there was a lull in the conversation to address Lian directly. 

Melinda didn't know how her best friend could be such an incredible, talented agent and somehow would end up putting his foot in his mouth when talking to her mother. 

"You know, I'm kind of a phoenix too now."

Lian looked him up and down critically. "You look more like a zombie."

(Keep reading on ao3)

#agents of shield #aos #melinda may #phil coulson #bus kids #daisy johnson #jemma simmons #leo fitz #marvel mcu #Lian May #fanfic #aos fanfic #aos fic #ao3 fanfic #mine #My fanfic #philinda #aos season 1 #Aos season 2

[tessaservopoulos]

The rage still simmers beneath her skin, coiled like a snake in her belly and heating her from within. Melinda shudders: clenches and unclenches her fingers, nails digging into her palms until divots remain in the skin. Heat washes over her skin, leaving a flush behind, and she knows she has to purge the rage from her system. She could go a few rounds in the gym; punch things until sweat drips from her body and the hormones spill from her pores. But she knows, deep down, that the rage would remain, despite it all.

or, a 'Melinda chooses Phil instead of Ward at the end of 1.08' AU fic. Rated E. for @loudestdork.

#philinda #philinda fic #melinda may #phil coulson #aos fic #otp: so i lost my right hand too #yes i am rewatching aos in the year 2024 yes it is a cry for help

[slytherinshua]

instagram stories -> lee jaewook

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ misc taglist (let's be real, it's more like park jihoon taglist): @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @edensgardenn

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: tagging @blue-jisungs cause i kinda wrote it bcuz we were talking skdjks

#slytherinshua fics 🍰 #lee jaewook #jaewook #lee jaewook fluff #lee jaewook fic #jaewook fluff #jaewook fic #lee jaewook x reader #jaewook x reader #lee jaewook smau #jaewook smau #fluff #smau #fic #alchemy of souls fic #aos fic #extraordinary you fic #extraordinary you fluff #alchemy of souls fluff #aos fluff #kdrama fic #kdrama actor

[an-inky-fingered-lass]

A story for the moment you realize things are going to be okay. Even if -- in that moment -- you didn't yet know you would be, too.

This was routine, in a lot of ways; they’d been here so many times together, so many different places. It made it feel a little less like the world had already ended, like the planet was cracked apart outside the window.

It was kinda a stupid question at this point, but Phil asked anyway. “You okay?”

May’s answering snort was soft, a little less sardonic than it might have been. After a long second, she nodded. “Been better, but.”

“It’s okay to not be, you know.”

She shook her head. “Pot, kettle.”

Phil huffed a slight laugh. May’s gaze flickered over to him, either looking for or seeing something no one else could see. Somewhere along the line, her shoulders had finally fallen into a sloping, exhausted line.

Read the rest on Ao3.

#am i posting what is technically the beginning of a series after posting four installments of said series? #erm. kinda. #but see i wasn't ever expecting this one to work for me. it was a PAIN. #but it also contains some of my favorite bits of dialogue i have ever written. #so. #sigh. #aos fic #agents of shield fanfiction #melinda may #phil coulson #jemma simmons #daisy johnson #gen fic #tw for non-graphic depictions of medical procedures #philindaisy #inkspinner fic #series: get out my machete and battle with time once again

[redroses07]

guys deke shaw fic will hopefully be posted tomorrow ‪‪❤︎‬ ‪‪❤︎‬

#deke shaw x reader #deke shaw #deke aos #jeff ward #agents of shield fanfiction #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #aos #aos fanfic #aos fic #agents of shield fanfic

[stan-fixations]

AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D

♡LEOPOLD FITZ♡

~DATING HIM WOULD BE LIKE~

Inspired by the song:

Dancing in the Kitchen by Zachary Knowles

Gif credits to: @deckerschloe thank you!!♡

He calls you darling

Gets shy when you call him a cinna bun in front of the others

Date nights every Friday

When he realizes he doesn't know much about your hobbies and interests he stays up for nights researching everything just to be closer to you

Pretends not to notice when you take "secret" pics of him while he's working

He thinks it's cute that you try so hard to understand all his engineering science stuff

You always have coordinating Halloween outfits

You always have to drag him out of the lab to sleep and eat

The entire team ships you guys SO HARD

He always gets worried when you're sent on a mission and he's at HQ

He once secretly recorded you laughing when he was tickling you so now when he misses you he listens to the recording of your laugh

Stealing glances at each other

Everyone hates thirdwheeling with you guys because you're so invested in each other

Wednesday night is movie night

You thought it'd be fun to take him to a monkey sanctuary for his bday but when it was time to leave he started crying (he'll never admit to this) so you had to bribe him by promising him a *special night* ;)

He gets shy when you tease him by saying he loves Mack and Hunter more than you

Random fun facts throughout the day

Daisy's always accusing you of stealing her best friend

His favorite thing about you is the fact that you exist

Likes to leave little love notes around the house for you to find

You're that couple that does all those little cliche couple things but in the cutest way possible

Everyone else turns to you two for love advice

Arguments never last long cause you both end up crying and apologizing

He made a giant safe closet to lock his cardigans in cause you're always stealing them

Lots of cuddles and giggles

Waking up to kisses

Somehow he manages to convince you that the earth is flat and then convinces you that the earth is round again

He proposed to you on a beach during sunset

Honeymoon in Scotland because he promised he'd take you one day

Literally you guys live that happily ever after fairytale life that everyone dreams of

Original work - do not use without permission

#aos fic #aos #agents of shield #daisy johnson #leo fitz #leopold fitz #doctor fitz #fitzdaisy #aos fitz #aos imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #fitz x reader #fitzsimmons #fitzward #phil coulson #marvel #mcu #mcu fandom #writeblr

[apathbacktoyou]

wip wednesday!

I haven't done one of these in foreeeever but @a-biochemist-not-a-bird wanted to hear about the Black Widow!Sinara AU so... ;)

They all hear about it. How could they not? Romanova, they sneer. Traitor, they spit. Americans, they growl. Freedom, Sinara thinks, in the privacy of her own mind, so quickly come and gone that she does not look at it too closely. Instead, she snaps to attention when Madame gestures her closer, with that slight crook of her finger that always spells doom. Not for Sinara, this time. “Yelena Belova,”Madame says and Sinara goes to fetch her. They think Romanova might have had help. They don’t really think that, Sinara suspects. But they need to take their anger out somehow, through the girl who was once on a mission with the traitor, through Sinara, who doesn’t mind her bleeding knuckles when it means it’s not her face, when it means Madame did not guess her thoughts of treason, fleeting as they were.

"fun" fact: i have not touched the doc since march 2022. i did not need this info xD

But hey, maybe 2024 is the year I get back to writing!

#wip wednesday #aos fic #sinara #kasinara #ofc its gonna be kasinara. what did we expect.

[ravenpuffheadcanons]

A Room at the Top of the Stairs

A Room at the Top of the Stairs 

A Fitzsimmons Secret Santa gift for @ellsey​

Author: EstellaB (@ravenpuffheadcanons)

Relationship: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons

Characters: Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Melinda May, Lance Hunter, Peggy Carter

Summary: When historian Leo Fitz finds himself unexpectedly without a flatmate, househunting in the grim wet London autumn, he takes the first room he can find in his budget. On first meeting his severe new landlady, he wonders if he's made a mistake - but it's too late to back out. Thankfully, a note from his new neighbour puts his mind at rest - but who is this mysterious Dr Simmons?

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#fitzsimmons secret santa #fsss2022 #fsss #fitzsimmons #aos fic #i'm sorry fitz's outfit is from the 30s and not the 50s in the cover image but blame idc for never having done the right era of period drama

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fic snippet | agents of shield | control chapter 12

since ao3 is down for who knows how long I figured I’d dig through some abandoned wips and post some snippets of fics I love but never got to share. feel free to do this too - we can keep each other going until ao3 is back up and running!

He was eyeing her curiously, as if he could tell something was up. She stood awkwardly in the middle of his office, her hands making their way together and starting to fidget in an attempt to detract from the nervous trembles bubbling beneath the surface. Coulson frowned for a moment before rearranging his expression into a friendly smile. “Please, sit,” he reiterated, gesturing towards the chair on the other side of his desk. “Take your time, you don’t have to talk right away.” 

Talk. Talk.  

Defy me and see what happens.

A couple rogue vibrations bounced off of her fingers as she sat, skittering across the armrests of the chair before being absorbed into the rug underfoot. 

 She couldn’t tell him.

She couldn’t.  

They’d know.

God, they’d know, and they’d be furious.

They’d rip her tongue out, for sure. Agents who are defiant, assets who spill Hydra’s deepest and darkest secrets. Garrett would personally take the knife and slice it out of her in one cut – present it as a trophy for Whitehall. 

Unconsciously, Skye’s thumb made it to her mouth, her teeth starting to work away at her cuticle. 

They’d rip her tongue out as a start. They’d torture her; they’d shove her head underwater, tease her with the white light – her chest would light on fire as it cried for air, her head would spin as it craved oxygen, but god she’d be so close to the end it would be euphoric – before dragging her back up, smashing her head against the bathtub. 

They’d strap her down to a table and poke and prod with all sorts of tools, ripping her apart and piecing her back together, draining her of life and everything that made her, taking what should never have been theirs. 

They’d start from square one - train her all over again how to do as she was told, no questions asked, and when she disobeyed they had their shock collar to put her back in her place, and she’d sit pretty and be their little brainless pet – oh god they’d figure out a way to truly brainwash her, to truly take away the one thing she’d always grasped onto desperately, because they couldn’t have a freethinking traitor in their midst, but wait they wouldn’t even need to because they’d simply extract her power from her and then dump her in her cell and hurt her and make her live a life of endless pain and suffering, never allowing her to truly let go but not allowing her to pay off her debt, and God she wasn’t strong enough she wouldn’t be able to how was she going to-

“Skye?”

Skye brought herself back down to earth, her eyes widening to see that all of the stuff on Coulson’s desk was shaking violently. She sighed, pulling the vibrations back towards her, and redispersing them to slowly trickle off of her, getting absorbed into the rug. Coulson’s eyebrows were pulled together in a worried expression and he put down his pen, giving Skye his full, undivided attention. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me,” he told her, his voice soft and genuine. “Please tell me.”  

What would SHIELD do to her if she didn’t tell them?

Because surely when Hydra eventually made their move, it would be obvious that she’d known they had moles in SHIELD in the first place. Either way, she’d be a traitor.  

Oh god, either way she’d be a traitor. 

Betraying Hydra was a life sentence. But betraying SHIELD, betraying Phil Coulson… somehow felt like it would sting worse. 

Skye knitted her brows together, casting a quick glance over her shoulder before turning back to Coulson. Her fingers tapped a quick, anxious rhythm on his desk; little vibrations skittered across the wood. She opened her mouth, but that muddled jumble of words balled in the back of her throat, and her chest constricted, practically suffocating her. She closed her eyes, desperately trying to pull herself back down to earth.

She had to tell him.

Defy me and-

He deserved to know. 

After all he’d done for her, how hard he’d fought for her, she couldn’t betray him like that. 

She sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I-“ she started, wishing the words would rearrange themselves, hoping that maybe they would if she’d just let them tumble from her lips. “I need to- I have to tell you-“

“I’m listening,” Coulson reassured her gently. “Take your time.” 

Skye finally was able to look him in the eye – and when she did, she could feel her fear start to melt away. His eyes were kind and gentle and warm, nothing like the frigid dissonance of the superiors at Hydra. She felt her shoulders relax, letting the clarity flood her mind and allowing herself to accept with conviction that this was the right call to make.

He needed to know. He didn’t deserve the storm he’d get if she didn’t tell him 

“Centipede,” she began, the words still a thunderstorm in her mind but she needed to start somewhere. Get the keywords out, arrange them once they’d been released. “It’s-“ 

“Mind if I interrupt?” 

Her blood turned to ice.

“Garrett,” Coulson greeted the man standing behind her. Unable to stand having her back to the enemy, Skye forced herself to turn, peeling her eyes off Coulson and letting them settle back on Garrett. “Is it important? We’re uh, kind of in the middle of something.”

“I wanted to check in on our ETA,” Garrett said, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes burned into Skye. “We must be nearing the Hub by now.” 

You are property of Hydra. Your life is not yours to take.

Before she could reign it back in, a nervous quake escaped her and shook the plane.

Garrett raised an eyebrow. “Turbulence?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. “Or is it the fugitive lapdog planning an attack?”

Property of Hydra-

Hydra’s lapdog-

“Garrett,” Coulson growled. “That’s uncalled for.” 

Garrett merely laughed. “You gotta admit, it’s pretty funny. Accurate. Hey, Skylar – sit, stay, be quiet.”

Sit. Stay. Be quiet.

Property of Hydra.

 Unconsciously, Skye clamped down her anxious tremors, pulling them in towards herself, suppressing a wince as her bones rattled beneath her skin. She barely heard Coulson correct him about her name – suddenly all she could think about was how he’d known, he must have known, that’s why he was here, and the second she did something wrong he’d whisk her away back to her cell and deal with her personally.

Sit. Stay. Be quiet.

She’d been talking too much. She’d been eating too much. She didn’t earn anything, god she was taking and taking and not paying for it. She was stupid to believe that she’d earned any of the team’s respect when she didn’t do anything to deserve it. 

“Skye.” 

Coulson’s voice cut right through her panicked thoughts and she froze, meeting his gaze. She hadn’t let any tremors out – she knew that much, she felt them in her arms – but she must have looked pretty freaked out, because he looked genuinely worried. She offered him a feeble smile in the hopes that if she pretended everything was fine then Garrett would leave, and she could breathe again, but Garrett merely narrowed his eyes at her which only made her more nervous.

Sit. Stay. Be quiet. 

“Got something to say?” he asked, not unkindly but definitely not warmly. “Or are you just gonna blow a hole in this puppy?”

“Garrett!” Coulson warned. Turning back to Skye, he evened out his tone and asked her gently; “Do you need to take a walk?”

Numbly, she nodded, though her legs wobbled when she stood. 

“Would you like me to come with you or would you like to be alone?” 

“God, it’s like talking to a toddler, asking if they want to drink from the pink cup or the blue one,” Garrett snorted.

A quake slipped from her control and shook the whole plane.

“Let’s take a walk, Skye,” Coulson said again, reaching out for her shoulder, but she immediately recoiled, taking a step back and her eyes trained warily on his hand. Her heart fluttered like a bird trying to escape its cage. He retracted it, watching her carefully. “Skye…” 

Sit. Stay. Be quiet.

“Anybody feel that turbulence?” A new voice made Skye flinch – at the doorway stood Ward and Fitz. Fitz eyed her with concern and Ward crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, his expression completely unreadable. Her heart raced and her mouth seemed to dry up completely; she took a step backwards, bumping into Coulson’s desk, her breaths coming out in ragged gasps.

“Woah, woah, woah, Skye, what’s going on?” Fitz asked. “Take some deep breaths, okay, breathe.” 

Skye just stood, blood roaring in her ears as her gaze bounced from person to person. All eyes were on her, they all stared at her, and the lights were so bright it was disorienting and the room felt like it was spinning and out of the corner of her eye she saw Garrett looking directly at her, practically seeing into her very soul and he lifted his hand to fix his watch and she couldn’t help it as the entire plane shook more intensely this time and she was losing control of herself and god he knew, he knew, he knew, sit, stay, be quiet, property of Hydra, your life is not yours to take, next time you hesitate, don’t ever show weakness, sit, stay, be quiet, sit, stay, be quiet, lapdog, property of Hydra, property of Hydra-

Skye hadn’t seen May come in. She hadn’t noticed her draw an ICER. 

She didn’t feel it hit her either. 

#ao3 #wip #abandoned #control fic #aos #aos fic #fanfic #agents of shield #agents of shield fic #daisy johnson #actually fun fact this is one of the first pieces I wrote for this fic #tragic it never saw the light of day lol