#aos imagine

[tvseries-writings]

From a great power comes great responsibilities

Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader

Plot: Reader goes beyond her limits with her powers to help others (exhausts her powers)

TW: death for a moment(?)

It all happens so fast that you don't realize it until the building starts collapsing over your heads. You see a chunk of concrete the size of a car fall on top of you, and before your brain can connect, your body acts on instinct, carrying you, Daisy, and Bobbi out of the building. You concentrate on teleporting all three of you, intact, inside the quinjet where Jemma, Natasha and Wanda are running the operation, or at least, were before everything went to hell.

You land on the floor of the plane with a thud, falling forward and coughing hard to expel the dust that has filled your lungs. You glance at your girls making sure they are okay and then, you cross your arms to teleport again but Natasha's hand on your left arm stops you.

"Don’t even think about it, everything is collapsing, you can't teleport in there. It is suicide and you are not going to save anyone if you are dead, do you understand me?"

You swallow, watching the building collapse, and so, with a small smile on your lips, you lean toward Natasha and kiss her. It lasts a few seconds and she is distracted enough to let go of her grip on you.

"I'm sorry but I have to do this," you whisper and then, you close your eyes and feel the earth vanish from under your feet. You focus on the 'one safe place inside the building that you know with absolute certainty will not collapse. The beauty of a secret Hydra base was the bunkers, after all. Those crazy fucking Nazis had thought that sacrificing at least a hundred of their own people was a fair price to pay to take out three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and they had blown up the load-bearing walls of the building with a simple and very trivial click. Nazis, they never change.

When you open your eyes again and realize you are not dead or under some boulder, you gloat internally and mentally thank Natasha for forcing you to learn the floor plan of that base. You remember perfectly her stern look when she had presented you with the mission and forced you to learn every single detail by heart. At that moment you had hated it but now...now you really wanted to kiss her.

You raise your hands in the air when you notice a score of soldiers pointing their guns at you, hiding behind them their "incentives," as Hydra liked to call them. Wives, husbands, children, mothers and fathers hid behind those men and women in black with a crest that did not belong to them.

"It's okay, I just want to get you out of here. I can teleport you all but in multiple groups."

You curse yourself internally, you know you'll never be able to take this much effort, the last time you tried to teleport five people together you fainted and were unconscious for six hours you can't even imagine what would happen with forty, including soldiers and families.

You take a deep breath and think quickly about how you can take everyone out of there. The floor under your feet trembles and just as the children begin to cry, the earpiece in your ear comes alive.

"Y/n, damn it, Daisy can't hold it much longer...you have to get out of there, do you hear me? The structure won't hold much longer" Bobbi yells in your ear and you nod, well aware that she cannot see you, before giving her a verbal response.

"I'm trying honey, thanks for the advice though."

You mumble sarcastically, no longer listening to what your girlfriends are shouting at you over the comms and focusing instead on getting the people in front of you to safety. The soldiers lower their weapons and pull off the bands on your arm, throwing them to the ground.

"Are there others in the base?"

"They're all dead, ma'am" the lieutenant, or who you think is the lieutenant, answers you by looking around as if to confirm what she just said. Your stomach clenches at the thought of all those people who died for a cause they didn't even believe in but you quickly shake off that feeling, you don't have time for it. You quickly count them, noting that there are twenty-five of them before thinking about how to get them all out of there safely.

"So… I can take all the children outside."

You point to the little ones; some of them are crying while others are looking at you with wide, fearful eyes but charged with the same admiration and hope with which a child looks at his favorite superhero. There are nine children but you can make it, they are worth four times one adult, right? You can even take four adults with you, then; you have to do it, you won't have the strength to make three more trips, you are sure.

You gather them around you and have each of them touch arms or legs, depending on where their little hands reach, and do the same with the four women, two old and two young, who accompany them. As they say, women and children first.

"Y/n, we have set up a camp out here, four hundred meters from the base in a southwesterly direction."

-What the hell is the South?" you think, before shrugging your shoulders and closing your eyes. The feeling of the floor vanishing beneath your feet is not something you will ever get used to, if you have to be honest. You hear the children scream, whether from excitement or fear you can't tell, and then, in less than a second, you find yourself at that poorly set up base camp Jemma told you about a few seconds ago. A little dizziness forces you to lean on the ground, on the hot sand beneath you, and small drops of blood color the grains beneath your fingers. You raise your hand, reaching up your nose and finding the source of the bleeding. Children are being rounded up by an officer but you fail to recognize him as your girlfriends run toward you. Jemma has a first aid kit in her hand, but before she can set about playing cheerful surgeon with you, you scan to the side, staggering on your own feet.

"I'm fine, I've got to get back in there."

"You can't stand y/n, you can't-"

You frown, noticing only in that moment that Daisy is not there with all of you.

"Where's Dee?"

"She fainted, tried to absorb as many shocks as possible. She's collapsed y/n and that's also what's going to happen to you if you continue, you're already in a very bad way."

Jemma lifts your head, causing your gazes to cross and looking critically at your pupils and the nosebleed that doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping coming out. You back away a few steps, looking into their eyes.

"Go to Daisy, I'll take care of this," you say and then disappear again.

You repeat the same process as before, surrounding yourself with six soldiers and watching the remaining six.

"I will come back for you, I promise."

And as you disappear into thin air, another tremor shakes the ground.

The landing is more abrupt this time. Your heart beats so weakly that you feel as if oxygen is not getting to your brain. Contrary to what you expected, Natasha grabs you by the arms before your face can splat on the scorching sand. You struggle to stay awake and if so out that you don't even notice Daisy, pale, sweaty, and trembling, over the shoulders of the former Russian spy. You blink a few times to focus on the image in front of you and finally the sounds reach your ears again.

"Y/N!"

Natasha shakes you by the shoulders and you awaken from your stupor. The worried gazes of Wanda, Jemma, Daisy, Natasha and Bobbi are fixed on you as Natasha gently lays you on the ground and Jemma places a bottle of water on your lips, helping you drink it. As soon as you remember where you are, you try to sit up but Daisy stops you, simply putting a hand on your chest to keep you down.

"I'm-I'm fine, mm-missing six people-D-I have to an-go."

You stammer, the effort you've put in doesn't even make you able to utter a coherent and clea sentence. Another jolt shakes the floor beneath your feet and Daisy groans in pain, bringing her hands to her head and squeezing her eyes shut. That small advantage allows you to roll over and with an absurd effort you manage to get to your feet and disappear back under their gazes.

When you get to the bunker, the first thing you do is fall to your knees and throw up. You completely empty your stomach under the disgusted gaze of the six soldiers in front of you. You wipe your mouth with your suit, wrinkling your nose at the disgusting taste of vomit in your mouth and leaning against the wall to pull yourself up without passing out. You must hold on a little longer, just a little, and then you can collapse to the ground.

The six soldiers surround you-diligently avoiding the pool of vomit on the ground and the blood that keeps coming out of your nose-and in a moment you are out.

As soon as you hit the sand, you sprawl to the ground. Your cheek scrapes against the sand and this time Natasha is not quick enough to catch you. Jemma drops to her knees next to you, turns you so that your face is facing her but your eyes are closed. She checks your chest and when she notices that the latter does not rise or fall, she checks your pulse before a gasp of terror and fear escapes her lips.

"Bobbi, adrenaline and defibrillator. Now!"

Natasha tilts your head back, her eyes glazed over as she opens your mouth and blows air into your lungs. Jemma begins compressions.

1,2,3,4,5

Nat puts air into your lungs and your chest rises and falls once before falling back inert. Wanda's sobs and Jemma's barely stifled ones are the only sound before a crack makes your girls nauseous.

"It's okay, it happens during compressions," Jemma's voice trembles as she says it and then, she performs another round of compressions. Your arms burn but that pain is nothing compared to the dull ache that is burning in your chest at that moment.

1,2,3,4,5

Natasha forces your chest up again and then Bobbi arrives with defibrillator and adrenaline in hand. She is sweating and her heart is racing. She has never run so fast in her entire life.

"Bobbi, take my place."

Jemma continues with compressions, then, on her go, Bobbi gets in place and follows her own rhythm.

"Come on rockstar, it's not your time yet, come on."

Bobbi's breath barely hides the tremor in her voice but not the tears that line her cheeks. It takes two defibrillator shocks before your heart starts beating again.

"Oh my God" Wanda bursts into tears, leaning over your face and gently kissing your forehead, brushing a few strands of sweaty hair off your face.

"Good, you did great love" Natasha whispers, taking your hand in her own as Bobbi laughs from relief.

Daisy instead stands by, frowning, and Jemma is the first to notice.

"Dee, what's wrong?"

Daisy looks at you and then, nods.

"Something's wrong, her heart, it doesn't have the usual vibes, non-"

And then, your heart stops beating again.

"Fuck, Bobbi give me the adrenaline."

Jemma Simmons never swears but there are always exceptions.

Jemma performs two more rounds of compressions before injecting adrenaline into your chest. She hooks you up to one of the monitors that Fitz had devised a few months earlier, at the request of the biochemist, for just such situations, and when he sees that the line remains flat, his heart, too, seems to stop for a few seconds.

Your body is shaken by the shock emitted by the defibrillator; it arches upward and then falls back to the sand as hard as a puppet whose strings have been suddenly dropped. The line remains flat and Jemma's tears now gush without limit.

"No no, Jem you have to try again. She can't, she can't..."

Wanda bursts into tears, looking at your lifeless body lying on the ground. Natasha punches the ground with such force that the crack that can be heard echoing cannot mean anything good. Bobbi cries as she takes the former Russian spy's hand and gives her a look. Anything not to think about what just happened.

"No, it doesn't end like that."

"Daisy...she-"

Daisy takes your lifeless body in her hands, shaking it by the shoulders.

"Do you understand me? You can't fucking die, you can't. You promised us, you stubborn idiot, you promised us!"

The Inhuman hits your chest hard, her fist closed, and without her really being able to control what she's doing, a powerful jolt goes through your chest and crashes against the ground, creating a small crack beneath you, and then, the flat line of the monitor disappears, replaced by regular little roller coasters.

"W-what?" Daisy whispers, sitting on the floor suddenly much more tired than before from the effort she has just made. Jemma hurries to personally check your pulse and when she feels the pulse under her fingers, a shuddering breath of joy leaves her lips.

"I...I think your tremors got her heart beating again Dee."

Jemma does not detach her fingers from your wrist, lulling herself into the sweet sensation of your heartbeat, albeit weak. Wanda covers her face, bursting into tears, and the other girls also let out a liberating cry, releasing all the tension and fear they had felt up to that moment.

...................................................................................................

Your body takes five days to heal just enough to open your eyes. You realize you are in the Quinjet's medical capsule within seconds, by now you have been there so many times over the years that you know the smallest details: the familiar beeping sound of your heartbeat, the red button to call Jemma just below the lamp behind the back of the bed, the IV that feeds drugs into your veins, and the glass from which Jemma checks that you are not doing anything the doctor has forbidden you to do. A little unfair of her since she is the doctor. You feel as if a truck has hit you and then a car has run over you to complete the job. You raise your hand to scratch your nose but the oxygen mask prevents you from doing so so you squeeze it between your fingers to remove it but just as you are about to do so, a hasty knock against the clear glass causes you to smile a small smile of exasperation. Even before you turn around, in fact, you already know that you will see your beautiful doctor on the other side. To your surprise, however, she is not alone.

"You just woke up and already you want to take off your mask, I have no words really. Who is the doctor here? You have to do what I tell you if you want to get better, between you and Dais I really don't know who is worse."

Jemma admonishes you and you blush, feeling like a child being scolded by his parents.

"Hey, what do I have to do with this now?" Daisy pouts before slinging herself into your arms. You can't help but notice that his forearm is completely bandaged. When he notices where your gaze points, the Inhuman shrugs.

"It was worth it."

She slides the mask off your face, kissing you with so much passion and love that it leaves you breathless for a few seconds before the Inhuman promptly rushes to slip the mask back over your face.

"You scared us malyshka" Natasha approaches you and her plastered hand makes you frown. The Russian blushes, and for some reason you realize you don't really need to ask her how she broke her hand. Wanda caresses your cheek, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.

"How are you feeling detka?"

"I'm just a little tired but I'm fine; exactly what happened?"

Their faces darken and that joy you had seen quickly fades.

"You collapsed, your heart couldn't take the strain, and we had to revive you twice." Bobbi's voice trembles as she says this and you reach out your hand toward her; the blonde grabs it and intertwines your fingers, turning a small smile to you.

"You were really a rockstar but if you do that again, I think we might actually kill you."

"Oh yes, don't think we haven't thought about what punishment to give you. Besides not being able to use your powers for at least four months-"

"What? Four months? But that's an eternity-" you jerk back to your seat, removing your mask and immediately regretting it as your vision blurs and the pain in your ribs increases exponentially, so much so that you lean to the right and vomit into the only thing you can grab.

Jemma strokes your back while Wanda holds your hair as you empty the meager contents of your stomach. As soon as you finish, you are so weak that dizziness takes over and your head falls back forward. If it weren't for Wanda, your face would be splattered against the floor. Jemma casts a glance at the heart monitor, and the value it reads makes your heart beat so fast you're afraid your chest might explode. She puts on your oxygen mask and then checks your vitals again.

Your pupils roll back, and as you fall helpless into Wanda's arms, the Sokovian panics a little.

"Hey, hey, detka wake up."

Wanda taps your cheeks but the only thing that changes is the further lowering of your heart rate.

"Jem, what's going on?" Daisy strokes your face, putting her hand on your chest to check your heart vibrations.

Jemma rummages through the drawers of the medical capsule and then, at the fifth drawer she ravages for something, she finally finds what she is looking for. In her hands she clutches a small glass case, inside which she glimpses a metal disk less than three centimeters in diameter and less than two centimeters thick.

As soon as she sees this, Bobbi cuts off your suit exposing your bare chest except for the three electrodes and the black bra you are wearing.

Jemma places the diskette on top of your left breast, just above your sternum, and presses the button above it. The disc blends in with your skin, being invisible to the human eye, and your body jerks, before your heartbeat returns to normal. The small jolt causes you to open your eyes and grimace in pain.

"What the hell-" you mutter, reaching out to massage your chest but Jemma stops you before you can.

"Hey, your heart rate was extremely low and I had to put a pacemaker on you. It's not invasive, Fitz designed one that blends in perfectly and doesn't give any problems whatsoever but you'll have to avoid EMPs but you can't take it off love, okay? I think the effort you put in was such that it damaged your heart, and without a peacemaker you could have another heart attack so until we find another solution and until we have done more tests, you can't use your powers."

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as fatigue takes over.

"Rest now, we're here malyshka."

Natasha leaves a kiss in your hair while Daisy leaves one on your cheek. Jemma dims the lights to allow you to rest and Wanda lies next to you in the crib while Bobbi closes the glass curtains facing outward to give you all some privacy as you fall into dreamland surrounded by your girls.

You don't know it yet but one of those children you saved is going to become one of the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had so maybe a slightly battered heart is worth it.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Leave like, comment and if you like support me on ko-fi. Have a great day!

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[emcon-imagines]

Living on the Bus as an Agent of SHIELD (based on my own experience traveling for work) (AGENTS OF SHIELD)”

requester: N/A // a/n: yes I was inspired by my current work travels and I LOVE to think about the reality of daily Bus life haha. Yes I would be open to doing a part 2?! also yes I'm back but not really? just writing whatever i feel like tbh

For the first few days, you’re weirdly formal about things. You don’t want to sit on the furniture or cook or anything because like… this Bus is NICE. you sit on the floor and eat off the coffee table

The team is gonna see you in your pajamas. You’re gonna see the team in their pajamas. It’s gonna happen. You all are living together and there’s no way around this.

For the first few days, you wake up early to get ready before even leaving your bunk so that no one sees you in any sort of unpresentable shape.

But finally you crack because everyone is staying up late and you want to change into cozy clothes so you change into your pajamas.

(It’s a pair of pink Snoopy pajamas)

You walk back out of your bunk praying no one will notice until someone (Coulson) says “aww I like y/n’s pajamas!”

At night, Coulson likes to watch movies on the  briefing room screen and Skye usually joins him. The others will stop in, but they are the constant.

It’s the worst movies, and the weirdest shit from whatever country’s Netflix the plane is in

Skye also has been personally trying to mess up Coulson’s algorithm so she watches tons of random things on his accounts

Usually the team is drunk during these movie marathons and exhausted after a day in the field

Most of the time, you don’t make it through the movie—you keep nodding off halfway though

Or you go to your bunk, and fall asleep to the sound of a couple teammates, usually Coulson and Skye, laughing their asses off at whatever movie they put on

The Bus is cleaned professionally once a week when you check in on a SHIELD base, but you still find yourself cleaning up all the time because you don’t want to be the “messy” roommate

Ward’s the one who scares you the most when it comes to cleaning because his bunk doesn’t even look LIVED in and he always seems to witness you dropping a napkin of crumbs on the floor, or trying to silently put a plate in the sink “to soak”

This might be a surprise, but there isn’t a chore schedule. Chores are done as needed, and usually quickly assigned. For example, if you trained with someone, the lower ranking people just kinda… automatically clean up and put the mats away and wipe things down after

The dishes pile up in the sink and after a day or so, someone just does them while they’re waiting for someone in the microwave. Usually Jemma or Ward.

You learn everyone’s shower habits really quickly.

Some people (Jemma) are morning shower people, others (Fitz, Skye) are night shower people, others (Ward, May) are post-training shower people, and Coulson just tends to shower before dinner, though he uses the bathroom attached to his office

Coordination is key because nothing is worse than when the bathroom is still wet from the previous person 😭😭😭

People calling dibs after a really long day/mission

Dinner is honestly usually takeout. You always talk about cooking and make plans to but never do. At some point in the evening, someone always announces they’re ordering and everyone else bandwagons on

Breakfast is the only meal that is sometimes cooked. Coulson makes a mean egg sandwich, but you gonna be up early for that.

The team often resupplies on base, but very often (at least a few times a week), someone makes a Cosco/Walmart/convenience store run.

So if you want snacks (or lunch stuff), you gotta tag along or ask REALLY nice

May somehow ALWAYS knocking on your bunk door 5 minutes before your alarm was gonna go off to “make sure you’re up”

Trying to put on your best “awake” voice because nothing prepares you for May knocking on your door asking if you’re awake. Ever.

Also, in that same vein, you’re going to try your best to be so closed off and professional and then one day, you’re going to break that illusion. For me, it was vomiting out the door of a car stuck in traffic 🤠

It’s weird how quickly the team picks up on your habits and idiosyncrasies. Like May getting your favorite chips from the store, or Fitz asking what you’re thinking about because you’re bouncing your leg again and you only do that when your thinking intently

The boredom is sometimes real, especially when you’re waiting on orders and just in standby for a day or so. You end up borrowing a lot of Ward’s books and they’re not the kind of thing you’d usually read, but hey, they fill the time

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[magecrafts]

I don't want to give u a backlog of requests but if u ever feel like it, I love soft Daisy (aos) and I can never find fics for her. also I feel like you'd be really good at writing her :)

love languages ; physical touch.

a/n: so i got into a mood and will now be writing the five love languages of daisy johnson, even if it takes me nine years. this one is ... angsty fluff? idk i am no longer capable of accurately gauging levels of angst. but it's soft. and pls never apologize for sending requests! sometimes they're the only thing that can get me writing.

daisy johnson x reader ; the first love language.

warnings: none.

i might be taking requests, but no promises. either way ... read this before making one.

You and Daisy have never been good at talking. There’s too much to say that could turn everything sour (because, on the other hand, you’re fantastic at fighting) and neither of you want to run the risk of ruining the little bit of good you have left in the world.

Relying on body language wouldn’t work if Daisy didn’t say a whole lot more with every move she makes than she does with her mouth. And that’s not to say she doesn’t talk—she does, a lot, when she’s in the mood—but she speaks body language better than anyone else you’ve ever met.

And you? You’re fluent enough in Daisy Johnson to list it as a skill on your resume. 

When you come home with glassy eyes and your shoulders sagging, Daisy abandons her research and makes room on her bed. You won’t go to your own side of the room, not when you’re upset. Your side of the room is where everything you're hoping to avoid is lying in wait.

You’ve been sharing a room for eighteen months now. It would be weird if she didn’t know your patterns by now.

“Long day?” she asks.

“Long life,” you say with a huff and throw yourself across her bed. (Your feet dangle off the edge. You’re in Chucks and you hate laces after long days. And Daisy doesn’t like shoes on the bed.)

I can fix that, is what you hear when warm hands inch beneath your shoulders and ease you up. Fingertips kiss collarbones as the jacket is stripped from your shoulders and dropped onto the concrete floor. Heat coats your throat as she works her fingers through your hair and shakes it out, rubbing your scalp in soothing little circles. Drop all your problems and I’ll pick them up for you, you hear somewhere between then and when Daisy hunches over to do away with the sneakers for you.

You curl up at her side and sigh. “I’m giving Coulson my two weeks,” you mumble, squishing your cheek against her chest.

“No, actually.” She picks up your hand, flashes the faintest smirk, and kisses your knuckles. “You’re not.”

No, you think, I’m not.

And then you watch: Daisy tracing the lines on your palm, the pale veins in your wrist, the bump of bone down below your little finger where hand eases into wrist. The scar on your forearm from when you were thirteen and broke a crystal dish belonging to your mother, tried to clean up the pieces yourself from behind a mask of tears, and wound up in the emergency room with eighteen stitches.

The feeling comes next.

You feel the way she says I’m here with a chaste, lingering kiss to your temple; the you don’t have to do this alone when she clutches you to her with a ferocity that from anyone else would make you flinch away; the we’re safest together when she tips her head back and bares her throat before tucking her chin over the crown of your head; and the I’ll take care of you in the steady hand that lingers at the small of your back; the I am yours when she makes the exact amount of space you need to curl into her that much more. The I love you in her bated breath as her chest rises and stalls, then falls.

It all means something.

You know it does.

Language like that from a woman whose life depends on the amount of control she has over her own body has to mean something.

And to you? It means everything. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, and you don’t think you’re quite ready to be awake, but when you squirm to get comfy again and remember exactly where you are—nestled into Daisy, legs intertwined, her hand lost in your hair and cradling your head to her chest while she snores softly with a case file open and abandoned on her lap—you reckon there are worse worlds to be awake in.

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[theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction]

Under The Flame

Pairing: Robbie Reyes x Reader

Warnings: None.

Summary: You finally learn Robbie’s truth about the Ghostrider.

You looked at the person before you and couldn't tear your eyes away from its stare and the way its head was a flaming skull. It definitely unnerved you to be in its presence but the man/creature had just saved you from being murdered a few seconds ago. 

When you finally blinked, your eyes trailed down to what the man was wearing and squinted. The black biker jacket with distinguishable white stripes and black pants were and ensemble that you had seen repeatedly on Robbie. 

That's when all the puzzle pieces began slotting in with one another. Robbie's distant behaviour, his mysterious nights - the unexplained breakup. 

You took a tentative step in the direction of the Ghostrider but stopped when it looked at you feet with caution. Holding your hands up, you hoped that he'd be somewhat reasonable as opposed to the vengeance-driven killer that the stories made him out to be. 

"It's okay, it's just me." You told him, taking another careful and slow step.

"Robbie?" You called out and the Rider's flames flickered as he flinched. Repeating his name a second time, you had gotten close enough to touch the Ghostrider. 

The Rider let you get close enough before taking a step back and turning away. You grabbed his jacket sleeve and held him in place. "I know it's you, Robbie." 

You moved around to face the skull again, this time pressing your hands firmly on the Rider's chest. 

"Tell me you're still in there..." you whispered. 

The Ghost Rider stared back and you felt like your soul was being read and judged until you’d meet a fate akin to the Rider's targets but that's not what happened. Instead, the flames began to dim until they disappeared leaving only the skull in place where it glowed and red-orange and stared regenerating. 

Muscles, nerves and skin - all being sown together until Robbie's face had been reconstructed whole. 

"I knew it." You whispered. Robbie averted his eyes and stared at the ground, shame and guilt filling every fibre of his being. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" 

"I didn't want to frighten you." Robbie told you softly which made you chuckle and slide your hand beneath his chin to force him to look up. 

"Do I look frightened?" 

"I was afraid that the other thing would find a reason to hurt you." Robbie confessed, eyes bleary with so much regret for pushing you away. He had missed your presence, your touch for so long and it felt like he was whole again.

You tilted your head and leaned closer. "The Ghostrider only hurts those who deserve it for their crimes. The only crime that I'm guilty of is falling for you." 

"That makes the two of us." Robbie confessed and quickly closed the space between you both as he captured your lips with his own. Heart racing faster than the Charger's limit, Robbie gripped your waist and pulled you as close as possible, refusing to let you go again. 

The reconnecting kiss was like electricity sparked your senses. Intense and fiery, you started to dig your nails into his jacket just to hold onto to the amount of passion that was being poured into you. 

Knock, knock!

"Sorry to interrupt the reunion." It was Phil Coulson, startling the pair and fizzling the heat of the moment. "But we need to leave. You can resume this when we get back on the ship."

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[daisysliv]

aftershock | daisy johnson

word count: 2181

pairing: daisy johnson x fem!reader

summary: in which after going into the framework and experiences a life with you, daisy avoids you and you finally have enough 

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, that’s about it i think

notes: oh my god, i have been working on this since august and its finally done!! it's still a little rough because i haven’t edited it but i hope you like it and i’m so sorry it took so long <3 all spelling errors and grammar mistakes are my own.

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Despite only being in the framework for a week, it was difficult to adjust to her everyday life before it happened. It was hard to trust the people she once trusted more than anything after seeing what their framework counterpart was capable of. It was hard to come to terms with the things that they did weren’t of their own free will. It was hard to come to terms with the fact that you weren’t hers like you were in the framework. It was hard to come back to a reality where you were nothing but a friend and a teammate. It was hard to return to a place where you didn’t love her the way she loved you.

As bad as the framework was, she got to experience a life where she was with you and it felt great. She was able to hold you and kiss you and call you hers whereas she couldn’t do that in real life. Daisy couldn’t kiss you or hold you or say you were hers because you weren’t and it hurt so bad. She didn’t know how to continue to be your friend after experiencing a life with you. It hurt Daisy to know that she could no longer feel the softness of your lips, touch, or see the unconditional love in your eyes.

Being in the real world forced her to realize that she could never have that. Daisy was forced to realize that she would be nothing more than a friend to you and that you’ve made that abundantly clear but she couldn’t. She couldn’t just be your friend anymore because her feelings were too strong. They were so strong she felt suffocated by them.

The inhuman used to be okay with that because it kept you in her life but now… now after getting that glimpse at being with you, she knew that being just friends was not enough. She wanted more but she couldn’t tell you that. 

 “You need to talk to her, Daisy,” Jemma tells her when they’re sitting in the lab one day, her eyes not leaving the computer. Daisy rolled her eyes at the words Jemma has said to her at least once a day every day since leaving the framework. 

“I can’t, Jemma. You know I can’t.” Daisy tried to hide the bite in her voice but it didn’t work. Since leaving the fake reality created by Aida, the inhuman has been avoiding you, not sure how to tell you what happened while she was in there. 

“Yeah, I know and so does everyone else that went into the framework. Everyone but Y/N that is and she misses you.” Jemma moves around the table searching for her printed lab results. “You aren’t doing anyone any good by avoiding her and your feelings. It’s quite sad, actually. Reminds me of when Fitz and I used to do that but now look at us.”

Daisy sighs and hangs her head. She thought back to the moment she woke up in the framework and felt her pulse quicken. The inhuman remembered walking out of the bathroom and finding Y/N in the bed, scrolling through her phone, and wearing a shirt that was one of Daisy’s. She still felt like her heart would burst out of her chest just thinking about it.

“I want to tell her but I can’t. Everything will be weird between us if I do, and I don’t want to risk that. Plus, she’s made it clear that I am nothing but a friend to her.” She explains to the biologist. Jemma looks like she wants to say more but refrains and goes back to her work leaving Daisy to sit in silence with her thoughts. 

Daisy sat in the control center, ignoring Mack as he talked aimlessly with YoYo about something that was probably important but she couldn’t give a damn. She probably should have been listening but her mind was focused on you and how she could act like she could be friends with you without her feelings getting in the way. It had been a month since everything happened and Daisy has yet to say more than five words to you and she could see how it hurt you, especially on the recent mission. You and Daisy have been partners for as long as the inhuman could remember but on the last mission, Daisy made it a point to partner with Mack in another attempt to avoid you and she saw how it hurt you which made her heart sink to her stomach.

“Daisy, are you listening?” Mack’s voice snaps her out of her thoughts.

“Huh? Sorry, no.” She shakes her head, turning around in the chair. She looks at Mack, who was staring at her with concern. “What were you saying?”

“I asked if you were okay. You look out of it.” Daisy nibbles on her bottom lip, her stomach churning and her blood running cold.

The inhuman looks at the other agent and wonders if she should tell him what bothers her. He was her friend and would understand better than anyone what it was like to be in the framework and see a glimpse into a life with someone they loved. The circumstances were drastically different but still.

“Tremors?” 

“I’m okay,” She decided not to tell him. Mack doesn’t look convinced but he didn’t pry. Daisy turned back to stare at the screens when a voice echoed through the room. Your voice.

“Daisy Johnson!” 

Oh, God…

Daisy stood from the chair and went to rush the other way when she felt herself being pulled back by a gust of wind. No doubt your powers doing. “Okay, I have been patient and I have been kind while you recovered from whatever the hell went on in framework but I am out of both kindness and patience.” Daisy sees Mack and YoYo slip out of the room leaving her alone with you. 

“Y/N…” She turns to face you. 

“If you aren’t going to tell me what the hell is wrong with you or what I did to make you avoid me like I have the fucking plague then I do not want to hear it!” You snapped. “I don't want some bullshit excuse, Dais. I want to know why you won't talk to me or even look at me.” 

Daisy’s eyes stayed trained on the floor until you spoke those last words and lifted them to look at you, her eyes lined with unshed tears. “It's nothing.” 

“Why are you lying to me?” You take a step closer, your own tears forming. “What did I do to make you hate me?” 

“I don't hate you. I just… Coming out of the framework… It's taking longer to adjust than what I thought.” Daisy explained. It wasn't exactly a lie but it wasn't the full truth either. She didn't know how to tell you and she was scared that if she did then she would lose you but she could see that she was already losing you. 

You looked at her with tears in your eyes and a look on your face that made her stomach twist with guilt. “It didn't take anyone else this long.” 

“We're all handling what happened to us in there differently because we experienced different things, Y/N! Mack had his daughter and she was ripped away from him again and he's not okay but he is putting up a strong front for everyone when he is not okay. May worked for Hydra and probably did some unspeakable things. Fitz was a leader of Hydra and did worse! He killed somebody, beat me, and shot Jemma and he still isn't okay. He still blames himself for everything. Coulson watched kids get taken away because they were like me and he couldn't do anything about it. Jemma dug herself out of a mass grave after taking over her dead body and then got shot by the evil version of the man she loves.” Daisy paused to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks. “Coulson and May watched Mace die saving kids in a building that May had blown up and they aren't okay. None of us are okay, Y/N, but we're handling it in our own ways.” 

You stood there in shock, tears streaming down your face. You had yet to hear what actually happened in there and you couldn't believe it. “And you? What happened to you?” 

Daisy screwed her eyes shut and threw her head back, letting out a deep breath she had been holding since she stopped talking. This was her chance. This was her chance to tell you how she felt and she hoped to a God she didn’t believe in that it didn’t backfire in her face. 

“Me? What happened to me is that I woke up in a reality, expecting the worst possible thing, and it was horrible in there but… I had you. I had you there in my bed, in my shirt, and that smile I love so much on your face when you saw me. I had you telling me you loved me and kissing me and wearing a ring on your finger with wedding pictures on the dresser and lining the hallway. There was also Fitz and he beat me until I could barely breathe or stand but I didn’t even care about that because you were there. You showed up with May and dropped a crystal at my feet to give me my powers and you holding me after I broke through the mist. In there, I got to be with the woman I love but out here… out here I don’t. Out here, in reality, I have to deal with the fact that I cannot have you and it’s harder than looking at Fitz, which believe me is a hard thing to do. I love you and I can’t just be friends with you anymore because it is killing me. I’m avoiding you because my feelings for you are so strong they suffocate me. They’re drowning me and I don’t know how to stop it any other way.” 

Staring at the inhuman, you felt your heart race against your chest as you took in her words. Out of everything Daisy could have said, you were not expecting that. You weren’t expecting her to tell you that she loved you and that despite everything that happened in the framework, you not being hers was worse. You weren’t expecting her to tell you that being friends with you was killing her because she loved you so much that it killed her.

“Daisy… I-” 

“I know you only want to be friends, you made that clear but I can’t help the way I feel and I need time to figure it out because going into the framework and experiencing that only to come back to reality where I can’t have you is jarring. I may have been there for a short time but it felt so much longer and I found myself getting used to it when I shouldn’t have.” Daisy smiles sadly, her tears finally coming to an end and the crushing weight of keeping this from you lifted off her chest. “I’ll get over it sometime but I don't know when.” 

You step closer. “What if I don't want you to get over it?” 

Daisy feels her breath hitch. “Please, don’t. Don’t say something you don’t mean.” 

You take another step and you’re so close to the inhuman you could leave forward an inch and touch your lips to hers. “I’m serious, Daisy. Don’t get over it because… I love you too. I only told you I wanted to be friends because I never thought that you could love me back but you do. You do love me which means I can do this.” You cradle her jaw in her hands and press your lips to hers, giggling at the muffled gasp that Daisy let out. 

She didn’t push her lips against yours right away due to the shock but when she did, goosebumps littered her entire body. She lifted her hands to your wrists and held them to make sure you wouldn’t take them off her cheeks. When the need for air grew too strong, you pulled away but leaned your forehead against hers not wanting to go too far away and lose her warmth. 

“Say it again,” Daisy mumbled, her eyes still closed, scared that if she opened them all this would fade away and be nothing but a dream. 

“I love you. And I have for years.” 

“Good because after that kiss, you’re stuck with me.” She let out a breathless chuckle, her smile widening and her eyes opening to meet yours. “I love you so much.” 

“Finally!” A voice with a british accent exclaimed loudly causing you to break away and look at the source. “Fitz and Coulson owe me twenty bucks.” Jemma smiled and turned on her feet with a victorious smile on her face. 

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The Secrets That We Keep

Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff ♡

Word Count: 2,667 words

A/N: I did not proof read this, I was just so excited to post this fic!

Warning: mentions gruesome death (minor)

Request: Here

HYDRA has taught you many lessons in your time, the most prominent was love is a weakness. A childish emotion for the most pathetic of soldiers. For most of your life, you truly believed their words, avoiding all signs of emotional intimacy. Physical intimacy was a given when on a mission, men would do anything for a beautiful woman and the promise of getting laid. The training, the deep seeded mind control, was all for nothing when your heart found solace in Daisy.

The story began like any other, S.H.I.E.L.D was sent to retrieve vital information from a secluded HYRDA base. A base that was just one of many that HYDRA manipulated. It was under your protection, in the case of infiltration, your mission was to successfully evacuate the sensitive information. When S.H.I.E.L.D began seeping through the barrier, the warning alarm was sounded. Agents scrambled for their belongings, collecting as much as they could in one trip. Several agents were released with placebo information, while only one had what they sought. All you had to do was create enough space between the pack mules and those that wanted the information.

The team surrounded you with ease, there was 4 of them and only one of you. You had fought against the toughest foes and won with little effort. However, nothing compared to the woman who approached you first. She was a sight, her brown hair tied in a tight ponytail, a uniform that adorned her body with little to no weapons visible and a somewhat comforting smile gracing her lips. With the sudden distraction, one of the agents made their move, firing a bullet aimed towards your chest. Their breaths hitched when your hand caught the bullet before it could make impact. When the bullet turned to dust in your hand, they realised just how underprepared they were. Just as they did, you took advantage of their dazed states. The first to be removed was a woman with moves that resembled Mulan, all you needed was to lock her down. The next was a man who had more ego than those who lead HYDRA. Another easy target, his ego led him to dangle from the rafters, endlessly spinning as he wriggled in mid air. Next was a man who simply put his weapons down, removing himself from the fight all together. A smart man, you recognised, leaving him to his own devices. The only one left standing was the woman who had distracted you in the first place. A woman that continued to haze your mind, even after battle.

Daisy knew she was no match for you, especially after you had neutralised their best agents. This didn't stop her from moving forward, closing the gap between you. She threw an untrained punch, which you intercepted with ease. A firm hand connected with her chest which pushed her further back. The fight ensued, a game of back and forth, neither one aiming to harm. It was truly a sight to see for those who watched, which thankfully was no one. Your reputation would have been diminished and she would never let it down. When the information was a safe distance away, your presence was requested elsewhere. With one final move, you captured Daisy in your arms.

"I'll be seeing you again" was whispered into her ear, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin. A light kiss was planted on her cheek, it lingered as she watched your silhouette disappear. She was entranced by the action, her fingers reaching up to tickle the effected skin.

A few weeks had passed without a trace of you, not even the hacker could discover your origins. She had searched through every database, every news article, every shred of evidence she could find and yet you were a ghost. It wasn't until another mission involving HYDRA was announced. It was down right embarrassing how excited she was at the idea of seeing you. If her team knew just how smitten she was, they would never allow her to attend these missions. Another fight ensued, leaving her team scattered across the room. The only one standing was Daisy, who had yet to initiate.

"I knew you'd be back" arrogant was not a feature that Daisy admired, but the playful glint in your eye was hard to ignore. She stood her ground, refusing to buckle under the weight of your gaze.

"How so?"

"How else would I give you this?" She stood frozen, her eyes glued to your figure that was approaching. Ever so gently, you leaned in capturing her lips. So caught in the distraction, she failed to notice a data chip that was placed in her pocket. She fought to stop herself from tangling her hands in your hair, even when you gripped her by the waist. When you had lent back, you admired her flushed cheeks and puffy lips. Her eyes remained closed, regaining her focus with the fog that clouded her mind.

"It's been fun, princess" at the mention of the pet name, Daisy's eyes fluttered open. Just in time to see the smirk on your lips before making your exit. She had successfully let you leave for a second time, she winced at the thought of the follow up questions she will receive. Another meeting, another pile of lies she'd need to tell, just to cover herself.

Later that evening, she absentmindedly buried her hands in her pocket. She was puzzled by the curious item that sat perfectly within the fabric. When removing it, she twisted it in her fingers, examining the piece of technology. It was not there when she had left for the mission, so how did it suddenly appear in her pocket? That's when the pieces fell into place, her heart skipped a beat at the possibilities. Without a second thought, Daisy ignored all her hacking training, inserting the chip in her computer. She waited for the system to reboot before a chat box opened. When she received no further instructions, she typed the most cliche message she could think of.

Hello?

I see you found the chip

I did

You didn't stop to think it was encrypted?

Of course I did

I think someone has told a lie

How would you know?

You would have passed it along to Coulson, if you had doubts

What is this anyway?

Don't know a private line, when you see one?

Didn't know you wanted to speak to me so badly

I was over fighting through agents to reach you

I'm flattered

You should be. I'll be in touch.

The rest just fell into place, a regular stream of communication flowed between you. The story of so called enemies to friends to secret lovers began. It was easy to fall into this pattern with Daisy, getting caught amongst the adrenaline rush. A relationship had formed behind the shadows, both organisations unaware of what they had created. It was perfect, until Daisy flew to close to the sun, landing her in a coma that could very well end her life.

With the secure line in place, it had been a safe haven for your relationship to bloom. There wasn't a day missed communicating with each other, both so eager to talk to the other. It was when Daisy hit radio silence that you began to worry, an uneasy feeling twisting in your stomach. A day passed and you naively shrugged it off, another day been and gone and no sign of her. It wasn't until you were face to face with your favourite agents to torment, that you noticed a missing figure. Daisy was not amongst her team which is highly unlike her, she would always attend with a smirk upon her lips. With quick precision, you incapacitated the team, starting your journey to find Daisy. After a few hours of searching, infiltrating the S.H.I.E.L.D database and slipping through security, you were reunited with her. A task that didn't go unnoticed by the organisation. A barrage of agents flooded the hallways, all with their sights set on you. The familiar group following closely behind, their nerves went haywire when they calculated your destination. What better way to attack a team than go for their weakest soldier?

Mere metres from your destination, the prospect of reuniting with Daisy was only a corner away. A corner away and an army of soldiers that dared to stand in your way.

“You’ll have to go through us”

“With ease”

Though they have fought you more times than they could count, there was always an element of surprise. You had successfully knocked down a onslaught of agents who now scattered the floor. The only obstacle left between you and Daisy was her family. They stood tall, weapons at the ready. It was clear that they were determined to keep you away from her. Then and there you wanted to bear your soul, divulge every secret you have ever held with Daisy. They needed to see that you meant no harm, that you were simply a lover wanting to be reunited. But who would believe the HYRDA assassin has a heart? A heart that belonged to what they considered their enemy.

“I just need to see her” it was the look of defeat on your features, that pushed them to raise an eyebrow. If this was some sort of technique, it seemed to cliche for you.

“Like we’d let that happen” Fitz was the first to step forward, Daisy described him as the brother figure, the one who would protect her through all odds. You respected his courage in matters like this.

“I will not harm her”

“Yeah right, look around you” It was Mack that brought attention to the sleeping bodies that laid at your feet. For him it was an easy decision to refuse you access to his friend.

“Let her through” Coulson voice was what brought a sense of confusion to the group, including yourself. He was the voice of reason, the father figure, what he had to say was important and those that listened followed. He held a tablet in his hand, the screen ablaze with an image you couldn’t make out.

“You can’t be serious”

“This is what the man looked like before he shot Daisy” he held the tablet to eye level, an image of the perpetrator zoomed in on the screen. It was a HYDRA agent that flew to close to the sun, burned with the rage you placed upon him. “This is how we found him” with a swipe of a finger, he revealed his mutilated body. His blood covered the walls, various instruments lay dormant around him. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put the pieces together, he was tortured and tormented before he had his final breath. The image alone would make the best of the best queasy, it sure made Jemma turn away. Even May was shocked by the image, she to had to advert her gaze.

“And what does this prove?”

“If she had wished to cause us harm, we would be dead like our little friend here”

He tapped the screen for emphasise, he needed to prove his point. He had known from the beginning that your skills were unparalleled. He even vetted for you to move sides, tried to encourage Nick Fury himself to drag you along for the ride. Ultimately, they needed leverage, something to persuade you to leave the only home you’ve ever known. That’s where Daisy came in. Coulson didn’t like the idea of using her as a pawn but the romance just fell into place. He allowed her to befriend the enemy, ultimately falling in love. He was aware of the secure line you used to communicate, he found it endearing. All he had to do was keep a close eye on you, filter through the lies to see if this was simply a tactic. He was pleased to discover that it was the furthest from a trap, you had fallen just as deeply. So when you crashed through security, searching through the endless halls, he needed to prove to his team that you meant no harm.

“Let her through” Coulson commanded, watching as his team reluctantly moved to the side. At the first sight of entry, you made a move for it. When you entered the room, your eyes fell upon Daisy, in her most fragile state. She was in a medically induced coma, an attempt to encourage her recovery. The sight of her stilled body, brought up emotion you have yet to experience. Tears streamed down your face as you clutched to her hand.

“I am so sorry, I should have been there. Don’t worry, I got him, he will never hurt you again” the team stood just outside the door, close enough to hear what you were saying. To say they were shocked by your sudden onset of emotions would be an understatement. They never truly believed that you functioned like a human being, more of a robot that was only meant to serve.

“What are they?” Jemma questioned, looking up to Coulson, he seemed to have more answers than them.

“In love” he replied, turning away from the scene and making his journey back to his office. His word shook the team as they stumbled behind him. Asking a million questions as they rounded the corner.

The next few days were hard, you watched as Daisy stayed frozen in her state. Each day you spent apologising for your absence, for not knowing what their next move was. You were determined to spend every day making it up to her. So when Jemma mentioned bringing her out of her induced coma, you couldn’t be more relieved. There was only one question on your lips, one to solidify all that you have felt. She stirred in her bed, fingers twitching in your hand. She was finally awakening after days of slumber.

“I can feel you staring” she croaked, her voice hoarse from the lack of movement.

“I’ve missed you” a squeeze to her hand was enough confirmation of your feelings. All the worries of the past few days washed away when her eyes fluttered open.

“I’m sorry for worrying you”

“You’re sorry? I should be the one apologising”

“You haven’t done anything wrong”

“And neither have you”

“I have something for you” you reached into your pocket, pulling out a black velvet box. If Daisy didn’t know any better, she would have believed that you were proposing to her.

“What would that be?” She watched carefully as you opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring. “A ring?” Her suspicions were justified when she saw you biting your lower lip, a nervous habit that you had.

“I was wondering, if maybe you wou-“

“Yes”

“I didn’t even finish”

“You don’t have to, I know what you’re going to ask and my answer is yes”

With that, you slipped the ring on her finger. In true Daisy style, she lifted her hand to examine the ring. The morning light shone through the room and hit the diamond at the perfect angle. It brought butterflies to her stomach, a bright smile that matched the glistening refraction of the gem. She was quick to pull you close, not caring for the medical tubes and wires that were connected to her body.

“I love you” she stated, her voice muffled by her face hidden away in your neck. “I love you too”

From there, it was the life you had always dreamed. Doing something that meant more than following orders, being with the people that you love and having someone who you love even more. Coulson finally had his way when S.H.I.E.L.D offered you a position amongst the ranks. All he needed was the bait and he was quick to use it. Now you were making the world a better place, with your wonderful wife by your side. A team that was formidable, unstoppable and a force to be reckoned with.

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[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

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is this something

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[1spooky-dad]

Always and forever thinking about the day they got the eggs and got paired up, and other people being maybe a little awkward cause they still don't necessarily know the person they've been paired with, a little unsure of what bits they can get away with, and then Mariana, i imagine, is like "damn this is my chance for an actual ship for once let's fucking go let's not be To Weird so my partner won't be creeped out" but then charlie runs up and assigns him as Bitch Wife and immediately starts a bit where they've been married for years and he's trying to get a divorce and Mariana is just like 😍 YOU! You are The One. We are going to have so much sex. And he was right.

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[dr-chalk]

There's something I have to tell you, do you sense it

#lmk s4 spoilers #lmk ao lie #lmk sun wukong #lego monkie kid #lmk #myart #spoiler tag is for ao lie's appearance #i like to imagine that ao lie had to tell someone abt the fourth piece of the samadhi fire to someone in case the worst came to pass #and he chose to tell wukong because other people knowing would result in wukong being hounded for his mistake in the ritual

[littlegalerion]

Yeah sex is great, but have you ever heard of:

#what I wanted so badly with halsin #i wanted a 500 year old wood elf that was ready to settle down #it was a long shot but damn I wanted it #astarion would be capable of this too but I believe hes only a little over 200 #ao he wouldnt be mature enough to want this quite yet #this isnt offical lore btw but it was one variation of it during I believe 3.5E or 4E #but damn I wish this still existed #its beautiful #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #halsin #like my halsin romancers....imagine him explaininf this but he says 'i prefer the term soulmate' #'or perhaps just mate...look at you. youve turned this old bear into a wolf ready to begin his own pack.' #18+ only

[swedenis-h]

Spirk doodles!

#they’re constantly on my mind #imagine being Star fleet and sending your best guys on a five year mission and they come back married #they discovered new planets and galaxies and math to advance your entire species forward AND they also had time to get married #ig that’s why they’re your best men #they get shit done #also #I love drawing spock like 😳 #like what’s going on behind those eyes #I promise I’ll post these on insta eventually I just need to make my MTA 😭🙏 #spirk #aos spirk #aos spock #James Kirk aos #spock #kirk #spock x kirk #Star Trek #star trek aos #art #my art #digital art #fanart #star trek fanart

[doobea]

DAYTIME SHOOTING STAR - REO MIKAGE

synopsis: Being a college student sucks. Having a crush on your best friend also sucks. Your best friend having a crush on your other best friend is . . . kinda the worst. In which, Reo is hopelessly in love with you but you’re hard crushing on Nagi.

contents: mainly reo pov, second lead syndrome feat. fem!reader & reo, reader has a crush on nagi, unrequited romance/nonmutual pinning in the beginning, slight angst, college au!, slowish burn, reo balancing the blurred lines of being friends with nagi and handling his unresolved feelings for y/n a/n: guess who's been reading and watching more shoujo stuff - me!! title based off of a manga that I read years ago!! chapter titles based off of stars + constellations :) also first time writing for our favorite rich boy too hehe - im throwing this out here to remind myself that i will write this . . . slowish updates but big brain brewing . . .

MINI SERIES - MASTERLIST

SUMMER TRIANGLE DENEB ALTAIR VEGA

TAGLIST - CLOSED

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #i have other things going on but my brain is telling me to #post this or else i will combust #you know how it is sometimes #in my shoujo era rn #been rewatching ao haru ride and kimi ni todoke #also reading a lot of romance webtoons #ugh

[moonpiett]

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

leon: Are you staring at my chest?

Y/N : When i see a man the first thing I see is they're heart, it's not my fault they're tits are in the way

Leon : ⁄⁠(⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠)⁠⁄

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If you're an animal person or just think they're cute, leon would find emoticons of them and send them to you while gess at work

Leon: hey, look what I can do. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

Y/N: OH. MY. GOD. LEON THATS ADORABLEEEE.

Leon : Just like you love (ﾐゝᆽ╹ﾐ)

Y/N : Oh my god you're gona give me a heart attack, THEY ARE SO CUTEE AHHHHHHHH

Leon: =✪ ᆺ ✪=

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While sleeping while with Leon seems cute, he would be the person who would fall asleep and accidently smack in hand on your face in the middle of the night fast asleep

*smack* Leon's hand right on your face causing you to wake up.

"leon?" You turn to your side to see leon fast asleep and mumbling incoherent words. And before you could even react any further he turns to your side and envelopes you into his arms for a a warm embrace.

"you're lucky i love you" and just as u said that you could have sworn you heard a slight chuckle leave his lips.

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BREAKFAST IN BED.

this man definitely thinks that breakfast is THE MOST important meal of the day and will find any reason to make it for you and ESPICALY when you're sick.

"ohhh leonnn you didn't have to do all of this" you said while looking down at the spread of food in front of you, from pancakes to a great cup of coffee (sweet or pain however you like it). All while somehow not burning down the house.

"oh please, i did this cause i wanted to. Now how about you relax and watch something while I go clean up" leon said with a beaming smile on his face and oh how you loves to see that.

"only on one condition."

"what is it sweetheart"

"you have to sit down and have breakfast with me*

You saw leons eyes light up with a hint of mischief in them. "Allright sweetheart, anything for you"

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During the night while both of you sleep it's either you or leon who would hog up 90% of the blanket. Which leads to you just getting closer to leon and cuddling into him for comfort.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

my asks and requests are open so feel free to send me any request or ask me a question!

#re4 #resident evil #fanfic #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fluff #re2 #leon kennedy x reader #re2 leon #resident evil 4 #leon kennedy headcanons #leon kennedy x y/n #leon kennedy imagine #re6 leon #re6 #vendetta leon #resident evil vendetta #re4 leon #LEON IS AO CUTE OH MT LORD #my little cutie patottie #I can't spell ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭ #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy angst

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[AOS] Spock - The Other Kirk

♫ - Spring Day - BTS

A/N: Hello! I think I've written something similar before, honestly I don't remember, but if anyone is still reading these or is still here, enjoy! Hugs! x

for @lovinghufflepuffgirl <3

fem! pronouns (she/her) :)

Growing up, Iowa was life in the fast lane, and things were always constantly moving. The Kirk's were a well-known family, whether it was for your father, Lieutenant George Kirk, and his work in Starfleet, or it was your brother, Jim Kirk, and his truanting and general misbehaviour. America was entirely different to space, and you quickly found that out on your first assignment in Starfleet. 

Life on the Enterprise was definitely different to normal life. There were people of different races, species, genders; you name it, it was here. All beings from outer space worked together towards one common goal and it was a close community aboard the ship. You yourself, were human. From Riverside, Iowa on Earth, you were the sister of the Captain, and that didn't really make life too simple. 

Despite the difference, your brother stuck up for you no matter what, whether it was earth or the academy, it didn't matter. You were his pride and joy, and he would protect you with his life. 

By nature, your brother Jim was loud, obnoxious and confident. There never really was anything he wouldn't do, the man had confidence built from steel. You guessed that's what came from being the Captain. You were the polar opposite of him. Quiet as a whole, you kept your books and studies to yourself, always picking a small, closed off corner of the mess hall to sit in. Most people talked to you in relation to your brother, never really anything else. But, you weren't too offended. 

There was always someone a little different, though; Spock.

Your brothers first officer, Spock was always by his side, or on the bridge as acting captain. But, on the semi-rare occasion he wasn't, Spock tended to join you in the corner without much being said between you. In a way, you quite enjoyed it. It was a mutual understanding; you knew he didn't always favour talking, and so a simple smile and a nod of acknowledgement before you both delved back to your datapads and meals, was enough.

This pattern developed over time, and you found yourself sat with him more and more. Conversations started to naturally come between you, and before long, you were learning more and more about him, as he was you. One day, was different, it was still the same old routine, but the conversation was different.

"Good evening, Y/N," Spock started, placing his pad and drink down on the table. "How are you doing?"

"Hi Spock, I'm doing well, thank you, I'm a little stressed out over this, but other than that, it's good." Spock saw your face, brows furrowed but still trying to maintain your usual polite smile. "How are you?"

"I am well, thank you. Perhaps I can help you with that." 

Spock spun his pad round and sat down next to you for the first time. Usually, he was less personal and more formal, tending to always sit across from you. But this time, Spock chose the seat next to you instead. You suddenly felt nervous, though you had no real reason to be. Spock took your pad from you, fingers brushing delicately across your own for a second. Though it was only that second, the feeling lingered for a while. Spock stared at you for a moment, and quickly diverted his eyes down. If you hadn't known any better, you'd say his cheeks went a little red. 

"What is it you need help with?" he asked, voice low.

"I just don't understand any of it, I'm trying my best but I can't make sense of what feels like a thousand pages of writing." 

Spock sat with you for nearly two hours, explaining and writing and helping you where he could. It felt like he had been there all night, and as he spoke and talked you through everything paragraph by paragraph, eventually, it started to sink in and you began to understand. Even being Vulcan, Spock could not hide the pride on his face and a small smile after you explained the study back to him. 

"Well done, Y/N, I am impressed." His voice was different, and it sounded happy. His tone and smile told you that.

"You're smiling, you must be proud," you laughed out, and quickly got nervous again. "I, uh, didn't mean it like that if I offended you or-"

"Do not worry, I am proud. You have managed to learn something you did not know. That is an achievement and you should be proud too."

"I couldn't have done it without you, thank you," you replied, not really too sure where to look. You became sheepish, something you had not been much around Spock for quite some time. Whether it was the closeness, or the care from him, you weren't sure. 

"It has been an enjoyable two hours, I would like to do this again sometime," Spock seemed a little cautious, taking a breath before continuing. "Perhaps, without the studying."

He took you aback a little, before it fully clicked he was asking you on a date. 

"I would quite like that, Spock."

The day came to a close as he walked you back to your room before bidding you a goodnight. 

The morning came and you were up bright and early for your shift. As you finished getting dressed and tied your hair up, your comms system rang out.

"Lieutenant Y/N to the Captain's ready room."

With confusion and slight concern, you made your way to Jim's room with haste, not wanting to upset him in case he was in a bad mood or you had done something wrong. Reaching the room, you didn't even have to knock before the door swung open. You stepped inside, and  your brother sat with a face like thunder. 

"Captain? Or Jim today?" you asked, in the same joking manner as usual. 

"Spock?" he replied. 

"Weird choice of name, but who am I to judge?" you replied, shrugging. 

"Not funny."

"Never claimed to be, you've always been the clown. What's up with you?"

Jim raised an eyebrow, very clearly unimpressed.

"When were you going to tell me you were dating my first officer?"

You couldn't help but laugh. "What? I'm not dating Spock, relax. We just eat together and we're going on a date later this week, but I would love to know who told you that, because they found out before I did and that's one hell of a talent."

"Y/N, seriously. Have you thought about this?" You furrowed your brow, nodding him to elaborate. "This is Spock, he's a Vulcan, which means emotions are not his specialist subject."

"You'd be surprised, Jim. Why do you care so much anyway? He's your XO, you trust him don't you? He wouldn't hurt me, if that's what you're worried about. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't try this out and I won't go this weekend."

Jim stared at you, trying to summon any semblance of an answer for that, but realised he didn't actually have a legitimate reason to stop you. He did trust Spock, and he would trust Spock to keep you safe like he does, and to care for you. There was nothing really he could do to stop this, nor was there any reason he could see.

Sighing, he shook his head. "You're right. I just worry for you, you know? You're all I got, and-"

You cut him off with a hug. His grip tightened and you buried yourself into his shoulder. Pulling back, you smiled at him. 

"Don't worry, I love you too. I won't get myself killed, but if I do, he's all yours."

Jim laughed, and you joined in, grabbing your drink and heading towards the door. 

"Plus, it was Spock or Bones, so take your pick where you want."

"Y/N!"

With that, you closed the door over a little, laughing to yourself. From around the corner, you saw Spock, who raised his brow.

"Spock and Bones? What about us?"

You shrugged. "Nothing important, but if you go in there I'm sure you'll find out."

Spock cocked his head in curiosity, and you smiled.

"You look adorable like that, by the way." You leaned in and kissed his cheek, and swore you saw that blush red on his cheeks. "See you later."

As you walked away, Spock stood for a second, and touched his cheek where you left that kiss, and very faintly from behind the door came a voice that snapped him out of it.

"What the hell!"

#star trek #star trek x reader #star trek imagine #star trek aos #kelvin timeline #spock #spock x reader #spock imagine #x reader #imagine

[moonlightshaiku]

Imagine being in a situation where you have to hold Spock's hands— or like there's the expectation that you would touch his hands.

Like you have to dance with him? On an away mission? As a sign of respect to an another race/species?

So instead you awkwardly grab his wrist/forearm to try and not make him uncomfortable?

"You can grab my hand, I do not mind."

"No, it's fine. I dont want to make you uncomfortable."

"I would rather enjoy it if you grabbed my hand."

#mr spock #aos spock #tos spock #imagine #spock x reader #vulcan kiss