#3rd one shattered my heart into a million pieces | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

1111jenx · 3 years

Text

PICK A CARLA BRUNI

—JENX TAROT READING

@What do you urgently need to hear right now?

check out my previous PAC I & II & III & IV & V & VI.

Hi love its your girl Jenx back at it again with another PAC reading. Last few weeks were glazed with love yet a lot of them are for others, this week we'll focus on the love from within. Please keep in mind that since I’m reading for a lot of y'all, some would resonate more while the others might not with some specific details as I’m channeling certain images and different things💗 This week was so different because I didn't get separate messaged like I usually do, rather than that they all came to me collectively, so I want you all to read through whichever pile you feel the most connected with, there will be only 2 today:) I promise I won't disappoint you.

Pick one of the images above & scroll down to read your tailored reading. As you pick between the images, think about yourself and yourself only, about all the past you you can recall, focus in the you in the moment and your highest potentials, then use your intuition to pick one.

Pile 1

Pile 1💗 Welcome loves. I'm seeing a lot of Gemini/Mercury energy along with Sun energy and Aquarius energy too. I'm also seeing some Neptune energy along with earth energy for some reason haha, yet I love it. Lets get into your reading. I won't beat around the bush with you. I know someone broke your heart in the past. Recent for some of you, not so for the others. Someone who you thought could have been your soulmate, the love of your life, some how managed to shatter your heart into a million of pieces. They lied to you. They had you in their little palms. Controlled the situations and manipulated it, hurting you so so much. They have very intense eyes and I think they might be pretty wealthy. Or they have some money somewhere. They're surrounded by the colour red, dark red. So I think they were driven by lust. They have very intense eyes, beautiful ones but very dark. The number "25" might be very significant. They lied to you and not only broke your relationship, but also your trust. They chose lust in the end when they should have chose love. I'm so sorry my love. You did not deserve that one bit. I just heard "3rd party situation" but this is only for VERY specific people. Some of them could have wrote very long explanation to you, yet its all to cover up the fact that they were flighty and were not committed enough. And so they left, but they didn't take all of you within. Something in you changed that day my love. And that thing that they forgot to take, was hope. The one thing you didn't even realize you still have to this day.

Your energy was really hard to channel in love. I'm not going to lie to you. My cards felt like they wanted to cry during yours and I was too. Are there anything hidden in your heart that you're yet to be ready to expose others to? Perhaps even to yourself. I'm just seeing that you're taking these memories and put them into your bag, one by one slowly. I can feel that something happened recently that just felt very sudden in general. You may yet to understand why it's happening but trust me, this was meant to happen. This realization is going to be the light that guides you through your journey. Your guides are certain of this. K names just popped up. R names and B names too. H names.

I'm also seeing tea. It looks like a little tea party? Theres children for some reason. Theres also a group of 4 people giggling and chatting. Theres also a horse and a green field.

I think for others of you you guys are feeling very stressed because of work? Suddenly I'm also sensing major Aries energy and I feel that its possible a male in your life maybe a bit bossy? This person can be an authority figure or just someone you have a lot of respect for. They care fo you a lot and they genuinely want you to go far in life, yet in order to so that they know you'll be forced to face with many difficult decision. You and this person shared some fond memories and while they truly treasure it, they feel that you're made for bigger and better things in life. They know that you're someone who's very resilient and can get through almost anything, since you have soon familiarized yourself to that. I'm seeing a beard. A man who doesn't smile that often. But he gives off such good and warm energy. I'm also seeing that you recently must have received some kind of news that wasn't necessary the best and you haven beaten yourself up a lot about it. Perhaps that you even tried to run around and find the solution to it yet you feel like nothing works, like you're in the middle holding the end of 2 strings? I'm so sorry love. You do need a hug today don't you? Lemme assure you with this. You soon will come to a solution that would even shock you yourself and you'll realize that life doesn't just end here. You're not meant to be an ordinary person. And I say that with my entire heart. You are not. You are anything but ordinary dear. Please go and escape the darkness thats your doubt and fear and open your mind to the beautiful moonlight(?!) and opportunities ahead. I'm also feeling a lot of Moon energy so something exciting might come up this Full Moon for you. Tell me that you're not going to stop here, tell me that you're going to trust yourself and pursue your dreams. Your guide want me to make sure that they see everything. They know you didn't have the easiest childhood, your so-called friends weren't the best now were they? But they promise you, this is not where you're meant to be. Push it through with me love. We got this always. I love you and you're appreciated.

Pile 2

Hi Pile 2! Welcome to your reading:) Thank you for choosing to tune in today loves. First and foremost, I'm seeing a lot of Leo/Sun energy along with Sagittarius, Capricorn and Cancer energy. Also sensing a lot of Neptune energy and Pisces too!! Welcome loves. As I was shuffling your card one thing I kept hearing was how urgent you guys need to hear this. Like I keep hearing SOS SOS and I had to pause to catch my breath. Haha so I knew from the get go that you guys seriously needed this. For some of you I'm also seeing some 4th house placements and some minor Virgo/Mercury energy. Also 9th house placements too. (Taurus energy popped out at the end for some of you too loves)

I think you guys have been doing a lot of thinking recently, this can be about something that will ultimately change your life professionally or romantically. I'm feeling that you are feeling very stressed, and I also head "butterflies in my stomach" as I was thinking about you guys. Your energy feels very gentle and serene. You guys recently had some kind of courage to speak up and to finally make a decision. I think you guys felt very determined with your choice. But something happened that seriously brought you down now didn't it? I think your ego took a blow because of this event and you can't help but blame yourself. That you had made the wrong choice. But is it really? You just opened yourself up to such unconventional experiences and you've been receiving informations and unique opportunities that you had yet to realize. I know that right now, it might feel like you're being pushed off a cliff, and you're just hanging there, waiting for someone to show up and help you. But I promise you, the only person that will come is you. Only you can be your own knight in shining armour. Only you can be your own savior baby. Count on no one. You're so much stronger than you know. I'm also seeing that we have some 2nd house placements here in the house, or some 2nd house matters (self-esteem, financial resources, one's resources in general) here. It seems to me that you guys are feeling as if you can't open yourself up to the utmost of intimacy? Along with some kind of creativity block. Baby I don't blame you. Lately it is not only you that has been going through this. And no before you say another word, you did not dig your own hole. You did not make a mistake. Theres no such thing as mistakes. Only experiences that promised to build you up and assure you about tomorrow.

You give me the vibes of someone who look very serious on the outside or just very "no bs" in general, people feel drawn to you yet they secretly fear your power. Deep down, you give me the vibes of a goddess. Moon goddess for a lot of you. Regardless the light that you radiate is very special. You have a softer side to you, a more nurturing side if I may. You guys probably have 2 very close friends that you hold close to heart. They have somewhat different hair colours though, one has lighter and the others is darker leaning brown/black. One of them might play an instrument and might be very seductive haha, that one cares for you so much. I'm sorry if this message doesn't resonate for everyone but it just came out so strong. I'm also seeing a man thats supposed to be resting and focusing on themselves yet they're restless and just tryna go out there to be go-getter vibes?? Number 7 might be significant. The colour white. Some of you are surrounded in some kind of gold-brown colours. I'm also seeing a Virgo placements or Earth/Air dominant coming up to you with some kind of offer. They told me "the show must go on" right now haha so that must mean something. They're going to tell you something that will ignite the fire in you once again. Don't push them away loves. They mean well.

Something big is coming. And you can feel this. You can feel that some kind of truth will be brought to light. Someone that had been doing you so wrong will finally be outed and they'll have to face the consequences. But sadly, so will you. This experience will make you take a hard look at yourself and ask the one question we all are afraid of. Am I on the right path?

I asked your guides for permission to dig deeper into your energy and I saw something I'm not sure you wanted me to see. For some of you, I'm seriously sorry for the shits that happened when you were a kid. You were young. And knowing that much, seeing that much was unfair. I know that as a child there were certain financial constrains for a lot of you. And this obsession with the material world stays, til this very day didnt it. For the rest of you, I think you guys lost a lot of hope this world very early on. I'm sorry, that was unfair. You guys were lied to, distracted by others and you just felt as if you're not even in control of your own emotions? So you box yourself up. You cover your pain and sufferings by burying yourself in work. Listen to me right now, never underestimate your own power. Within you and your heart I see strength. I see power and spectacular business capabilities. You guys will go far in life and you have an insatiable need for success, which you will get. But that doesn't mean you should block out your feels. That doesn't mean you can distract yourself loves. Its okay to just feel things sometimes. Also another big messages coming out is that I'm seeing there will be some kind of decision need to be made. You must not be lost in the choices and must ground yourself to make this decision. Theres gonna be times where you will literally want to run away. But promise me, you won't give in. Promise me you won't give up because you're not there yet. You have a big heart my love. Don't be afraid of past wounds which cause you to hide it🤍

— Thank you guys for reading it til the end🤎 For more posts like this please be sure to check out my masterlist <3 be sure to reblog if you enjoy this too beautiful!!

love,

saint jenx🪐

579 notes · View notes

ush1jim4 · 3 years

Text

things that the hq boys will never admit

features: atsumu, oikawa, suna, kenma, hinata, yamaguchi and kita

genre: fluff(ish)??, angst for atsumu

tw: mentions of self harm

atsumu

• that he loved you before osamu did

• after he found out that you were the one who gave osamu the valentines roses, he cried. like, A LOT

• he teased and laughed when he found out, but inside, he felt his heart shatter into a million pieces

• as soon as he got home, he cried while clutching onto his confession card for you

• god, how he was jealous of osamu

oikawa

• he secretly loves when you do his hair for him

• he always says “no! only i know how to make my hair look perfect”

• yet everytime you do his hair he sits in the mirror looking at his hair and thinking about how lucky he is to have you

• secretly takes pics of you doing it and keeps it for whenever he gets down

suna

• he absolutely loves when you play with his hair

• he doesn’t complain, nor does he praise you when you do it

• he just sits there silently

• it’s come to a point where he can’t sleep without it

• so he just sits in front of you in hopes that you take the hint and play with his hair

kenma

• he loves when you watch him play games

• when you watch him play games, he says “stop watching me! i’m gonna get distracted”

• but he finds it so cute when you go “woww!!” after he does a cool move

• if you lay on his lap while watching him play games, he would explode

• it makes him want to play even harder to impress you

hinata

• he always daydreams about you during class

• everyone is always wondering what hinata is thinking about doing class, because everyone knows it’s not about classwork

• you had asked him about it after class

• “oh.. nothing just.. uhm.. volleyball! i always think about volleyball during class”

• he prays that you didn’t see his burning red face

yamaguchi

• you made him feel loved for the first time

• yamaguchi was always insecure and embarrassed about his scars

• so when you guys first cuddled and you gently rubbed and kissed his scars, he cried

• he had never felt so loved in his life

• he was so embarrassed of them before, but you made him embrace it

kita

• you made him believe in himself

• kita always doubts himself

• he was rejected from the volleyball team so many times, he started to question whether he was even good at it at all

• once he met you, he was showered in compliments

• it felt weird at first, it felt forced

• he was going to give up volleyball, but in his 3rd year, you told him to go for it

• and the rest is history

336 notes · View notes

andreafmn · 3 years

Text

Choices - Part 1

Word Count: 3,913

Requested: by me; inspired by a TikTok POV

Story Description: After the snap (Y/N) and Steve decided to shift their friendship into a romantic relationship. After the Battle of Earth, and Thanos’s ultimate defeat, Steve had to travel back in time to return the stones, but what (Y/N) doesn’t know is he’s not returning. The man leaves to his best friend the hard task to break the news to his lover. But what will happen if Steve returns in an unexpected manner?

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part: 1/3

A/N: I just gotta say I only have spoiled knowledge of what happens in Endgame because I refuse to acknowledge its existence and I’ll never watch it. Anything I write that is not cannon, whoops. But this one-shot is inspired by a POV I stumbled upon in TikTok and I just needed to write. Had to divide it into two parts because it was getting too long.

Follow Me!

Next ->

***

It had taken 6 years and losing almost everyone we loved for Steve and me to admit our feelings for each other. After seeing our closest friends dissipate into fine dust we decided life was too short to wait for the right time.

That was 5 years ago. Our relationship had been solidified as the years went on and the loss of Nat and Tony in the Battle of Earth only bringing us closer.

But something had changed. These past few days Steve had grown distant and quiet, only acknowledging me when we were in our bedroom or stuck in training. All I could attribute it to was that he was nervous about traveling to return the stones. Normally, he would talk to me about what was clouding his mind but nowadays he was acting as if we were strangers.

Thankfully, I had a friend to occupy my time with. Bucky and I had developed a close friendship since meeting him back when he still was the Winter Soldier. Being part of his recovery was the catalyst to the relationship we have today. Losing him in the blip was horribly heartbreaking but it brought me and Steve closer. Now that he was back, I was able to have someone I could confide in the understood the Captain’s brain.

“Hey, Buck,” I announced my arrival as I saw Bucky getting some water in the kitchen. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Not really,” he sighed. “The nightmares, you know?”

He was right, I did know. Although I wasn’t blipped I had my own demons I was still battling with. “Yeah, I get it. I’m making grilled cheese, do you want some?”

“Grilled cheese? At 3 am?” He chuckled. “What’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?”

“Come on, (Y/N). You only eat grilled cheese at this time when you’re worried about something.”

“You know me too well,” I sighed. “It’s Steve. He’s been really weird this past few days.”

“Weird how?”

“He’s been kinda avoiding me lately and I don’t know why.” A few tears were threatening to spill, but I did my best to dry them before they fell. “It’s like nothing I do is good enough, like he’d rather be anywhere but close to me. Does he hate me? Is it something I did?”

Bucky got up from the chair he was sat in and wrapped me in a hug. I couldn’t hold off the tears this time. “There’s nothing you could do that would make that man hate you, he’s probably just in his head about traveling in time.”

“I thought so, but why wouldn’t he talk to me about it. There’s not a single thing we haven’t been able to talk about up to ‘til now. What’s so important about this that he can’t talk to me about it.”

“Don’t stress yourself over this, doll. I’m sure after tomorrow everything would go back to how it was.”

Bucky’s POV

And at that time I did believe it. Knowing Steve I really thought he was just nervous about the journey he had to take in the morning. That was until he said he needed to talk with me.

“What is it, punk? You too nervous?” I chuckled until I saw the serious face he held.

“I need a favor from you, Buck, and you might not like it.”

“You’re scaring me, Steve. What’s wrong?” I couldn’t help but think that this had to do with why he was avoiding (Y/N).

“When I go back today, I’m not coming back in 5 seconds.”

“What are you talking about, Steve?”

“I’m going to stay back and have a life with Peggy. This is my last chance to be with her and I’m taking it,” he ran his hands through his face. He knew what he was asking of me and he knew it wasn’t fair. “I need you to tell (Y/N) for me once I’m gone. She’s gonna need someone to lean on and I need it to be you.”

“You can’t do that, Rogers. It’s not fair to me and it’s definitely not fair to her. (Y/N) loves you with her whole being. This is going to crush her.” He had been ignoring her out of guilt and he was leaving all these feelings behind in a couple of hours, leaving me to deal with the aftermath. “You know, she’s been beating herself over you avoiding her and I thought it was just nerves. But this is a new low; the Steve I know would never do this.”

“Bucky, I’m sorry. I just think it’ll go over quicker if it comes from you.”

“What you’re doing is cleaning your hands of a mess you’re making.” The anger was boiling inside of me by now. (Y/N) did not deserve this ending, she did not deserve to have her heart broken in such a cowardly way.

“Please, Bucky. I don’t think I could tell her face to face.” He took a paper out of his back pocket. “I wrote her this letter, hopefully, it’ll help things to smooth over. Please, Buck, please. You have to believe me when I tell you the last thing I want to do is hurt her.”

I snatched the letter from his hands and guarded it in my jacket pocket. “I’ll do it only because I owe you my life and she’ll need someone once I break her heart for you. But, I get it.”

“Thanks, bud. I know that for now, it must seem like a horrible thing to do but hopefully in time you’ll see my point of view.” I accepted the hug he offered. Although my head was telling me to be loyal to Steve, my heart was breaking at the thought of breaking (Y/N)’s.

Before I knew it, Sam, Bruce, (Y/N), Steve, and I were standing in front of the machine that would be the catalyst of inevitable heartbreak.

3rd person’s POV

“Well, this is it,” Steve whispered. They were standing to the right as Banner made sure everything was ready for Steve’s trip.

“You know, it’s not too late to back out,” (Y/N)’s hands traveled to his chest. “We can have someone else go.”

“It has to be me, (Y/N). But I’ll be back before you know it, doll.” His head lowered and left a deep kiss on her lips. They lingered for longer than usual, and she couldn’t help but imagine that there was an underlying message to it. “You know I love you, right? And I would never do anything to purposely hurt you, right?”

“Of course, Steve. I love you, too.” (Y/N) smiled and kissed him once more, allowing him to engulf her in a tight hug. “Be careful, okay? I can’t lose you too.”

“I will,” he smiled. “Now, I’ve gotta go.”

“I know, be safe.” She smiled once more as she watched Steve get on the machine. She made her way over to Bucky, his arm circling her shoulders. “It’s just 5 seconds, right?”

“Yup,” he smiled, ignoring the burning sensation coming from the paper inside his jacket. “Just five seconds.”

“Ready, Cap?” asked Bruce from behind the control panel. Steve nodded, one hand on Mjolnir and another on the case that held the Infinity Stones. “Alright, we’ll meet you back here, okay?”

“You bet,” he responded. Two of the people present knew that it was a lie, but no one else had picked up on it yet. His head was encircled by the helmet and he stared at the two people that meant the most to him in this lifetime. Hurting them was the hardest thing he had to do, but he had been living for everyone else for too long. He decided that it was time to do something for himself.

“Going quantum in 3, 2, 1,” Bruce announced. A breath hitched in (Y/N)’s throat as the time went down, all she had to do was brace herself for five seconds. Banner hit the button and (Y/N) had to blink various times to fully grasp the disappearance of the man she loved. He had vanished as quick as a thought, one second there and the next just a memory. “And returning in 5... 4... 3... 2... 1....”

Nothing. Bruce clicked the button and nothing happened. The body of Captain America was nowhere in sight.

“Bruce, what the hell is going on?” (Y/N) spoke up, but she wasn’t sure if her voice was heard. Her mind raced a million miles an hour and she could feel her legs giving out. Had it not been for Bucky’s left arm, she would have crashed to the floor. Bruce stammered with his words, not knowing what to say. “Bucky, where is he, Bucky? Where’s Steve?”

Bucky knew it would hurt to see her cry, but this was shattering his heart. Her body was falling limp in his arms and the tears were streaming out of her eyes faster than he could dry them. Her words were slurred but he understood the gist of it. She was hurt; she was betrayed; she was beyond heartbroken.

“Come on, let’s sit down.” Bucky led her to the tent that was propped up behind them. “There’s something you should know.”

“What is it, Buck?” She sobbed.

“Please don’t hate me, but Steve is not coming back.” The girl looked up at her friend, not know what emotion she was feeling in the moment. Her tears stopped momentarily, needing to hear the words that would spill from Bucky’s mouth. “Steve decided to go back in time and have a life with Peggy. He needed you to know that he didn’t want to hurt you. He also left you this note.”

Her shaky hands extended to take hold of the piece of paper Bucky handed her. She dried away the tears that were clouding her eyes and began reading.

My dearest doll,

If you are reading this letter, you know I am not coming back. I decided to take hold of the chance to have the life I would’ve had if I stayed in the 40s. I can’t imagine how you’re feeling in this moment, and I’m sorry for all the hurt I know I’m causing you. I need you to know that I never knew I could love someone after Peggy and I’m thankful for all the years we had together. I was in love with you and I still am, but I could not continue on knowing I have a chance to answer one of my biggest ‘what if’s. I could not go on in our life with the weight of my past on our shoulders, you deserve better than that. I hope you can pardon how big of a coward I am being in the moment, I knew I couldn’t do this face-to-face and you deserve at least a worded explanation of why I left. You are strong, amazing, beautiful, and deserving of all the love in the world; I’m sorry I couldn’t provide it. I want you to promise me that you’ll move on and be happy, even if it’s not with me. I also hope you don’t hate Bucky for being the bearer of bad news, he didn’t know until today and I gave him no other choice thant to tell you. If there’s someone that can understand what you are feeling right now, it is him.

I hope one day you will forgive me for this,

I love you until the end of the line.

Steve

She folded the paper back up and broke down once again. Bucky engulfed her in a hug and held her as she shook. “He’s gone, Buck. He went back to be with Peggy. I wasn’t enough for him.”

“Oh, doll, I’m so sorry.”

“Guys, we’ve got to head back,” Sam peeked his head through the tent, heartbroken by the view in front of him. “I’ve got her, Buck. Go get the truck started.”

Bucky released (Y/N) into the arms of Sam Wilson, and left to start the car to head back to the tower. Sam ran his hands over the sobbing girl’s hair trying his best to soothe her. Even though he didn’t fully understand the situation she was in, he got the jist of it. After everything was packed back up, (Y/N) had fallen asleep in Sam’s arms, so he picked her up and laid her on his lap to not wake her. She would be needing all the rest she could get.

“You guys good back there?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, she’s out like a light,” Sam whispered.

“Good, she’s gonna need all the energy she can get to recover.”

“What happened?”

“Steve decided to stay back and be with Peggy; left me to tell her the news.” Busky gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were pale white, his anger building up inside him.

“Wow, I never expected that from the Cap. I don’t think it’ll be easy for her to move on from this.” He looked down at the sleeping figure in his lap, wiping away the few tears that had slipped out in her slumber. “She might be physically strong, but she’s very sensitive and rarely gets attached.”

“I still don’t understand why he chose to do it this way. The little punk.”

The duo waited until Banner was inside the truck before leaving the spot they were in and back home. Unbeknownst to them, behind the trees, a figure stared at the scene in front of him with a broken heart.

***

It had been almost three weeks of robotic movements from (Y/N). She would wake up, sometimes eat, sit in front of a window and stare down the New York skyline; other times she would lay in bed wearing one of Steve’s shirts and sprayed the room with his cologne as she sobbed into his pillow. There were the nights that she drowned her sorrows in a bottle of whatever liquor she could find, until the other members started hiding the bottles. But that didn’t stop her from stashing a couple of bottles in her closet. Nighttime was always the hardest. (Y/N) had grown used to falling asleep in Steve’s arms and being engulfed in his warmth. Now, she thrashed around in a bed that was too big, too cold, and too uncomfortable.

The rest of the team had tried their best to lift her spirits, but nothing seemed to work too well. Sam tried his best to make her favorite meals, which she gave thanks for but rarely ate, pushing the food around in the plate; Bucky tried to entice some emotion by asking her to join him in clearing his list of movies to watch to catch up on the times, but she would zone out for most of the movie; Bruce would ask her to join him in his afternoon reading sessions, but every time she picked up a book she re-read the same page over and over not retaining a single word; Wanda would try her best to get her to partake in normal hygiene practices, which the girl had held off on for a couple of days, only getting her to shower every other day.

(Y/N) was a walking zombie, doing the bare minimum to survive.

But today she had woken up differently, her heart hurting a little less than the other days. She got into the shower, brushed her teeth, and even got dressed in her own clothes. It was three in the afternoon, but she was up. She was detangling her hair when her bedroom door opened.

“You’re awake?” Bucky said, startled to see a clean and awake (Y/N) in front of him. “Don’t mean to sound so surprised, but I came in here with the intention to startle you awake once again.”

The girl chuckled and continued her brushing. “Thought it was time to do something by myself.”

“Here, let me.” Bucky took the brush from her hands and started brushing through her damp hair. It finally smelled of her normal shampoo and conditioner, and not a mix of her hair oils and Steve’s cologne. The smell of strawberries and vanilla emanated from her head and Bucky couldn’t help but breathe in deep. His left hand ran the hairbrush through her hair as his right hand smoothed it down. (Y/N) leaned into his touch and smiled at the comforting strokes he was providing. Unknowingly, Bucky started humming a lullaby under his breath.

“What are you humming?”

“It’s a Russian lullaby I overheard one night while under HYDRAs hold. There’s not much I like to remember from those times, but this I don’t mind.”

“I like it,” she rocked to the movements of his hands and smiled as she listened intently to his humming. She couldn’t see him, but the veteran was smiling at her. It had been the first time she had shown any kind of emotion in the time that had elapsed. He finished her hair in a sloppy braid, not fully understanding the mechanics of the three-strand braid. “Thank you, Buck.”

“How’re you feeling today, (Y/N)?” He finally asked.

“I’m feeling better, don’t know how long it will take to get me to 100% but I’m feeling like a 45% today.”

“That’s good to hear, you know. It’s better than where we started.” He wrapped his arms around her from behind and she leaned into him, enjoying the warmth his body emanated. “So, what do you want to do today?”

“Have not gotten up to that point.”

“Well, Sam’s already cooking up something in the kitchen and I’m on the second movie of The Lord of the Rings, so we can watch that one.”

“Okay, that sounds good.” She smiled at the man that was next to her as they exited her room.

The rest of the team had gathered in the kitchen, working on ways to cheer (Y/N) up when they saw her emerge from the hallway with a small smile on her face. Everyone’s jaw fell open when they saw the girl looking partly human and with a spark of energy. It had been a while since she had resembled the (Y/N) they knew and loved.

“Guys, please pick up your mouths off the floor, your eyes do not deceive you.” (Y/N) joked.

“Glad to see you’re alive, (Y/N),” Sam spoke. “Come have some food.”

She smiled at her friend and sat next to Wanda as Sam placed a plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of her. Bucky served himself and her a cup of coffee and added the cream and sugar she enjoyed with her drink. She happily munched on the food as the people around her stared in astonishment.

Thankfully, the staring didn’t last long. Wanda and Sam had a quick recon mission and Bruce had some work to finish in the lab, leaving Bucky and (Y/N) to enjoy The Two Towers in peace. Bucky had the curtains drawn and the movie all set up as (Y/N) took out blankets and made a hole between all the pillows that adorned the couch. The duo settled into their spot and bundled themselves in the blankets, settling in for the 226 minutes of the extended version of the movie.

She wasn’t sure at what point in the movie she fell asleep, but she was woken up by Bucky softly shaking her awake. She mumbled something she didn’t even understand, so Bucky decided to carry her to her bed. (Y/N) had burned too much energy by being around too many people too fast. It didn’t seem like a lot but being around the whole team had taken a toll on her. The sun had started to set and so were the last slivers of happiness she had felt.

Bucky set her down on her bed, tucking the blankets around her. He turned to leave when a small hand wrapped around his right wrist. He looked down and saw a teary-eyed (Y/N) looking up at him.

“Stay, please.” Her voice was barely a whisper and it trembled slightly. She was the vision of the heartbreaking scene that had hurt him three weeks ago.

He smiled softly at the girl and went around the bed to climb in. “Today was hard, huh?”

“Yeah, I thought I was ready to go back to normal, but it took too much out of me. I feel so useless.”

“You are far from useless, doll. You’re hurting, darling, we all understand.” He pulled her in close and laid her head on his chest, the thin layer becoming wet with her tears. “It’ll get better someday, that’s the only thing I’m sure of.”

“How do you know?”

“Because we all do, after a while we all get better.”

“I wish we knew how long a while was. Everything would be easier.”

“I know, doll, but let’s take it all one day at a time. Just remember you’re not alone. You have me – and the rest of the team.” He cleared his throat trying to disguise the importance she held in his life. Bucky would have never said anything, but he had fallen for the girl. He held her already in high regard for the care she had given to his best friend, but his feelings had started to shift when she started caring for him while they were on the run.

“Thank you, Buck. I don’t know where I would be without you.” She laid a kiss on his chest and drifted to sleep with Bucky’s arm rubbing circles on her back.

One more week had gone by and (Y/N) had grown used to having Bucky sleep with her at night. He had helped her pack away all the things Steve had left in the room – specifically the cologne that still hunted her, – he started waking her up earlier and making sure she got at least two full meals a days before she went to bed, and he made sure that she didn’t spend her nights crying for a man he called his best friend.

All of Bucky’s efforts didn’t go unnoticed. The remaining Avengers had noticed how the ex-assassin cared for the broken girl, going further than the rest of them did. And his feelings for the girl did not fly by the mind-reading witch that currently stared at him preparing lunch for (Y/N).

“When will you tell her how you feel?” The redhead spoke, casually sipping on a cup of coffee.

“What do you mean, Wanda?”

“What she means is that you’ve been in love with that girl for far too long and it’s time you confess already,” Sam jeered. “Nothing’s stopping you now.”

“Except for the fact that she’s still reeling from my best friend breaking her heart by going back in time and leaving her to be with someone else. I’m sure she’ll be jumping with joy if I confess right now,” he mocked. “Anyways, how did you know?”

“You’re not very secretive about it,’’ Sam laughed. “You’re always in a sour mood but magically when you’re with her you become someone else. The White Wolf become (Y/N)’s puppy real quick!’’

“I am not that obvious with it.”

“Okay, lil’ pup.”

“Whatever. Anyways, it’s not the right time for that.”

“When will it be the right time then, Bucky?” Wanda inquired.

“I don’t know. But it’s not right now.” He plated what he was cooking and headed to (Y/N)’s room. The last thing she needed at the moment was a new relationship, even if that’s all Bucky wanted.

437 notes · View notes

dreamwithluv · 3 years

Text

traitor. huang renjun.

wherein y/n & renjun break up on 'good' terms, but he's soon to be seen with his best friend that he'd always be clingy and touchy with. y/n thinks this is the most devastating thing, so she turns her thoughts into lyrics. renjun hears the song on the radio one day, thinking that it's by y/n and it's about him. he comes to the realization that he misses y/n and will do anything to have her back in his arms.

warnings female!reader x renjun. this story will probably be all over the place so bare with me. 😭 also it's in 3rd person & based off of olivia rodrigo's song, traitor. enjoy! <3

It's been two weeks time since Y/N and Renjun split ways, and they're still missing each other. Y/N struggled with taking down all their couples pictures and deleting his contact. Meanwhile Renjun was in a groupchat with NCT Dream and they would endlessly talk about how he fumbled the bag pretty badly with Y/N.

They weren't wrong. Y/N and Renjun really had it made. They were both in their 20s, but had been lovers since high school. Y/N remembered all the times they hid behind the bleachers and teased each other. Realization soon hit. They would never have that again. And Y/N couldn't seem to wrap her head around the thought.

Renjun was still heartbroken, so he found a distraction, or rather, a pain reliever. He figured dating his best friend would help him to fall out of love with Y/N. Well, he was very wrong. It only made him miss her more. He never got the light but affectionate kisses placed on his face whenever he got home, or the movie nights where it was 5% actually watching the movie and 95% talking.

Posting on his Instagram to have his friends support this sudden relationship was the only solution, although it wouldn't solve anything, it'd be fun to watch everyone react and jump out of their seats when they see that Renjun and Y/N had broken up.

Without knowledge of this, Y/N had forgotten to unfollow Renjun. She had been scrolling through her rather dry Instagram feed when she saw a post with Renjun's username captioned "my love." It wouldn't have bothered Y/N that much if he'd just changed the caption, because that's what he used to call her.

Tears started forming in her eyes, which eventually rolled down her cheeks and down to the neck of her shirt. She needed someone to talk to because she couldn't stand bottling up her emotions anymore, so she called the only person she knew would truly help and not just make a joke of the matter.

Kim Doyoung.

A ring could be heard from both sides of the phone as Doyoung picked up within about five seconds. "Hey, Y/N," Doyoung voiced into the phone, setting it to speaker. "Doyoung-ah. I'm not over him," Y/N mustered out before drowning her face in tears and muffled sobs. "Woah, relax Y/N," Doyoung comforted. "I'll be over in 10 minutes."

He arrives at her house, as assigned, ringing the doorbell two times before Y/N answers. Smeared mascara and smudged lipstick could be seen on her face. Doyoung's heart shattered into a million pieces at the sight. "Y/N..." he whispers, engulfing her into a hug.

"Please help me get over him."

One hour later . . .

God knows where the hell Doyoung had managed to bring in a chalkboard, but he did, and was currently lecturing Y/N about the do's and don'ts of relationships. She felt like dozing off right then and there because this was no use at all. She'd been in three past relationships, she knew what to do in one.

It was only until Doyoung started coming up with plans that she started tuning in. "Plan A," he stated, clicking his chalk against the board. "Music. If you can't figure out a way to get over him, write songs about it." Y/N let out a satisfied 'ooh', signaling she'd been (finally) listening in to the conversation.

"Plan B," Doyoung then again clicked his chalk against the chalkboard, underlining the words 'Plan B.' "Make him jealous somehow." Y/N nodded and anticipated the final plan, Plan C. Come to think of it, the name of the plans should've been more fun and interesting, but oh well.

"And...Plan C," Y/N bit her lip, eager to hear what he had to say, "If all else fails, I'll get you two pints of ice cream and binge watch So Not Worth It with you." The girl laughed at Doyoung's drastic change of plans. "Okay," she giggled, wiping off a tear.

"Now, wash your face and stop drowning your sorrows in Chips Ahoy cookies."

A couple minutes later . . .

Doyoung left the house, leaving a very satisfied Y/N alone at last. She promised herself she would never cry over Renjun for as long as she breathes. Promises are meant to be broken and she soon realized she wouldn't be able to keep the promise, but it didn't really matter. It wasn't like she was promising anything to Renjun himself.

Remembering what Doyoung had suggested, Y/N whipped out her notepad and got to brainstorming ideas for songs. When she was done with that, now came the hard part. Writing the actual song. An idea soon came into play, and she started writing once more.

You betrayed me,

and i know that you'll never feel sorry

for the way i hurt.

yeah, you talked to her when we were together

you gave me your word, but that didn't matter

it took you two weeks to go off and date her

guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

Y/N finished writing the song and sang it to see how it sounded. Perfect. It'd take awhile to actually get the song out, mainly because she has to record it in a studio and record a music video that correlates to the song. Y/N didn't know any producers so she posted an offer on her social media platforms which was basically her asking for a personal producer.

Someone eventually got to the post and he was luckily a very famous producer. They had met up and started recording the song. It took a couple days because Y/N had little to no singing training or practice, but she soon got the hang of it. All she needed was to match her tone to the flow and beat of the song.

Y/N really didn't have the energy to film a music video, so she just made a lyric video instead.

It really took off, because the producer she was working with promoted the song on all platforms, and so did Y/N. There were dozens of comments on the video and most of them were positive, others were criticism and the rest was just people wondering who the song was about.

The next day when Renjun was driving somewhere he turned on his radio and heard Y/N's voice. "Hello, it's Y/N. Tune in to hear my debut song, Traitor." Renjun smiled inside at the thought of hearing Y/N's singing voice as he only knew how she sounded when she spoke normally.

As the song started, Renjun started to find the groove of the beat. He was tapping his fingers on his steering wheel until the song started.

"Brown guilty eyes and little white lies, yeah, I played dumb but I always knew that you'd talk to her, maybe did even worse, I kept quiet so I could keep you."

Just when the beat dropped and the "you betrayed me" part played, realization washed over him. This song is about me, he thought. A wave of guilt overcame him as his facial expression saddened. He'd noticed how she poured her whole heart into the song, all because of Renjun, who left her heartbroken.

"Shit," he mutters to no one in particular, "I have to win her back."

Night time . . .

It's about 1:30 AM when Renjun decides to finally settle into bed. Wrapping the blanket around himself, all he could think about Y/N and how she would snuggle herself into his arms after a long and warm shower. Without thinking, he messages Y/N.

junnie <3 (1:32 AM)

i miss you.

read 1:32 AM

mi primer amor 💞 (1:33 AM)

i miss you too :( i really loved you, renjun.

read 1:33 AM

junnie <3 (1:34 AM)

i know, and i'm sorry. i know you aren't ready to forgive me, but i'll be waiting for you, my love.

read 1:34 AM

mi primer amor 💞 (1:35 AM)

thank you. again, i love you so much and i really miss you. friends?

read 1:35 AM

junnie <3 (1:36 AM)

best friends, i love you! now get some rest girl 😭

read 1:36 AM

mi primer amor 💞 (1:37 AM)

finnneee you hater </3 goodnight!

read 1:37 AM

junnie <3 (1:38 AM)

goodnight <333 get lots of rest :))

read 1:38 AM

that's about it! i'll make sure to do a part two if you want it. i hope you enjoyed!

#kpop #nct #renjun #female reader #jehyun #jaehyun #izone #nct u #nct dream #renjun fic #renjun ff #nct ff #angst au #nct 127 #exo #twice #everglow #1team #aisha #yiren

60 notes · View notes

thewidowsghost · 3 years

Text

The Temple - Pt. 2 (Skye x Coulson!Reader)

Main Masterlist

Part 1: The Temple (Skye x Avenger!Coulson!Reader)

Previously on The Temple:

The elder Coulson reaches up, brushing a piece of hair behind Skye's ear in a fatherly fashion.

"I'm so sorry. I'm gonna make it right. I'm gonna find the Obelisk."

"No," Coulson murmurs hoarsely.

"I'm gonna stop the drill. I'm gonna make it right," Skye continues, bolting from the room before (Y/n) can even think.

"Skye, no," Coulson calls. "Don't go down there."

"Dad, I have -" (Y/n) begins.

"Go! Go after her!" the elder Coulson says and (Y/n) jumps to her feet, glancing between the doorway Skye had gone through, and her father lying on the ground. "Go!" he yells again, and (Y/n) wipes away her tears, sprinting after Skye.

. . .

There's a metallic grinding nose, and Skye, Trip, (Y/n), and Raina focus on the Obelisk on the pedestal. It opens, revealing crystals and (Y/n) tenses.

"How do we stop it?" Trip asks.

"I don't think we can," (Y/n) says. She turns to Skye, tears welling in her eyes.

Skye grabs the front of (Y/n)'s shirt, pulling (Y/n) closer and kissing her.

"I love you," both young women whisper at the same time; the two focus back on the Obelisk.

Skye exhales heavily as the chamber trembles.

. . .

"And Skye and (Y/n) barely made it out alive! (Y/n) hasn't even woken up yet!" Mack shouts.

"Thanks to Trip! He sacrificed his life, Mack!" May counters.

"No, he traded his life for theirs!" Mack yells. "And then he was shattered into a thousand pieces!"

"That's enough!" the Elder Coulson yells. "If Trip was here, he wouldn't be arguing. He would't be bitching. He would be gearing up to do what needs to be done." Skye looks horrified at the can that had been trembling, and looking around, she sees her girlfriend curled up in the floor in a corner, her hands pressed over her ears. Skye crosses the containment module and sits down next to where is sitting on the other side of the glass. "Yes, we're dealing with forces we don't understand, but HYDRA I do understand. I want everyone ready when the sun comes up - end of discussion."

Everyone else leaves the room and Skye murmurs, loud enough for (Y/n) to hear. "(Y/n), what's happening to us?"

. . .

"The Avengers wouldn't have been necessary if we hadn't unleashed alien horrors," Simmons cuts Skye off again.

(Y/n)'s eyes had gone cold. "Go," she says bitterly, turning away from the scientist.

"But -" Simmons tries but (Y/n) turns back to her.

"There's always danger, Simmons," (Y/n) snaps, the stirring feeling rising up in her again. "Not everything is something that has to be destroyed or -" (Y/n) stops, turning her head away. "Go."

. . .

There are metallic crashes as pots and pan fall onto the ground and into the sink.

"Skye, (Y/n)? You want to talk to us?" May asks, and the two lover exchange horrified glances.

"Skye, what's doing this?" Coulson asks, his eyes widening.

"I am," Skye admits shakily.

Lady Sif goes to grab Skye's arm, and Skye flinches away, "No." Skye pulls (Y/n) along slightly, removing her hand from (Y/n)'s as she claps them to her forehead.

Skye's fist clenches and the glass behind (Y/n) and Skye explodes.

And, as if in slow motion, (Y/n)'s frame grows larger, towering over Skye.

The grizzly bear wraps it's arms around Skye, protecting the brunette from the shattered glass.

"Hand them over," Lady Sif orders and the elder Coulson and May pull out their hand guns, moving in front of the two younger women. "It will be safer for all of you."

. . .

A sword tip is stabbed through the wall.

"Agent May, release the girls!" Lady Sif orders.

"May, she'll get through," Skye whispers.

"Ignore it. Remember - focus," May says.

"I can't," Skye breathes as Lady Sif breaks the barrier.

May steps back and Skye grabs the agent's ICER, shooting herself with the gun. The rumbling stops and (Y/n) turns to her unconscious girlfriend.

"Skye," (Y/n) whispers, fear spiking through her. "Skye!"

"She harmed herself," Lady Sif says, staring at (Y/n) and Skye, her eyes wide.

(Y/n) pulls her unconscious girlfriend closer to her, her eyes wide.

. . .

"A right to know," Fitz echoes. "What - is that the same way that Sif and the Kree had a right to know?"

"I think this situation's a little bit different, mate," Hunter responds.

"No, you would have done to them exactly what Sif and the Kree wanted to," Fitz argues.

"You don't know that," Simmons says.

"Yes, I do know that!" Fitz yells. "They would - You would - You'd 'handle them'! Mack just said it! Like, uh - Skye and (Y/n) are something to be locked away in a cage somewhere. We should be protecting them."

"No, Fitz," Mack interupts. "We're the ones that need protection from them." Then Mack goes silent, looking over Simmons's shoulder.

Fitz and Simmons turns around, and five SHIELD agents catch sight of (Y/n) and Skye - (Y/n) supporting Skye's weight.

Skye looks into the room, looks away, and then she and (Y/n) start back down the hallway, a disgusted look on (Y/n)'s face, and a large dufflebag thrown over (Y/n)'s other shoulder.

Fitz looks between the other for SHIELD agents, and then follows (Y/n) and Skye.

"Skye. (Y/n)," Fitz calls down the hall, but the two women keep making their way down the hallway.

The two make their way into the BUS, entering the containment module.

"You don't have to stay," Skye tells (Y/n).

"You know I'm not going anywhere, love," (Y/n) murmurs, sitting down beside Skye on the small bed. "Please, rest," (Y/n) says softly lying down on her side and lifting an arm so Skye can cuddle up to her. "We'll figure out something," (Y/n) murmurs. I hope . . .

3rd Person POV

Skye leans over a bowl, dipping a piece of her grilled cheese into her tomato soup.

"I got to say, Director, no doubt, this is the best grilled cheese I've ever had," Skye says, humming in contentment.

"Other times, I'd be offended, but I agree," (Y/n) says, looking appreciatively at her father as she stuffs another mouthful of grilled cheese in her mouth. "Isth really gud," (Y/n) says, her mouth full and Skye looks slightly disgusted.

"Secret ingredient," the Elder Coulson asks.

"Ooh, what is it?" (Y/n) asks, having swallowed her mouthful.

"I will not disclose," (Y/n)'s dad replies, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Skye laughs and her spoon lets out a little chime against her bowl, setting it aside before nestling herself into (Y/n)'s side.

(Y/n) hums contentedly, shoving more grilled cheese in her mouth.

"How are you doing with all the monitoring?" Coulson asks gently.

"I barely notice it," Skye lies.

"We wouldn't subject you to it if it wasn't absolutely necessary," Coulson tells her.

"I assume you're putting us on the gifted index," (Y/n) guesses.

"We are," Coulson the Elder nods.

Skye sighs, looking slightly regretful. "I've been doing some monitoring of my own," she says. "Check this out," she shows the older Coulson her bio-meter watch which shows her heart rate at sixty-five beats per minute. "My entire life, I've been searching for my parents and my search ended with answers that are so much worse than I could've imagined," Skye admits and (Y/n)'s gaze softens and she sets down her grilled cheese, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend. "Sad, twitchy, not-all-there Dad, a dead Mom, alien mist that turned me into a walking natural disaster, a friend dead -"

(Y/n)'s eyes cloud with pain. The Avenger had always been close to Trip, and his death made that so, so much worse.

"Hey," the Elder Coulson says softly, coming over to sit beside (Y/n) and Skye on the small bed. "Trip was not your fault."

"My point is, I'm steady. Nothing is shaking," Skye tells Coulson, looking slightly proud of herself. "I'm stopping them before they start."

"That's good," Coulson replies, looking happier than he just had.

"If I keep working on this, I can be back in the field in no time," Skye says excitedly.

(Y/n) squeezes Skye, happy for her girlfriend's excitement.

. . .

"She's acting like everything will go back to normal," Coulson tells May a little later, pulling Skye's and (Y/n)'s files to add them to the SHIELD Gifted Index.

"That's what Skye does," May says. "Do they know they're being put on the Index?" May asks.

"They do," Coulson replies. "They both do seem to be getting control of their powers."

"That's good," May admits. "But we barely understand them - other than they're strong."

"Catastrophically so," Coulson agrees, referring to Skye's powers.

"Protocol is, anyone on the Index undergoes a full psych eval and a treat assessment," May reminds Coulson.

"We'd need to bring in someone from outside," Coulson remarks.

"Someone we can trust," May agrees.

. . .

"I think it's so cool," Skye remarks, looking at (Y/n) the Husky admiringly, "that you can turn into animals."

"Are you kidding me?" (Y/n) asks, shifting back into herself, her eyes gleaming lovingly. "What about your powers?"

Skye smiles at her girlfriend, cuddling into her side, listening to the radio. (Y/n) wraps her arms around Skye's waist.

youtube

"Hey, look what a hello from a stranger turned into / Caught up in a moment like it's just us in this room / All the right words at the right time and you know 'em 'cause you know me / Better than anyone else, we don't need anyone else / There's a couple billion people in the word / And a million other places we could be, but you're here with me / Take a moment just to take it in / 'Cause every high and every low led to this / I'm just so glad you exist / Don't you ever go, don't you ever go, don't you ever go changin' / Never let me go, never let me go, never let me go, baby / Don't you ever to, don't you ever go, don't you ever go changin' / Never let me go, never leg me go, never let me go, baby," (Y/n) sings softly along to the song, swaying her and Skye slightly. "I'm just so glad you exist," (Y/n) murmurs in Skye's ear.

Skye looks up into (Y/n)'s gentle (E/c) eyes.

"I love you," Skye murmurs, pressing her cheek against (Y/n)'s.

"I love you too," (Y/n) replies, her eyes closing in contentment.

"You remember our first mission together?" Skye asks and (Y/n) fixes her gaze on Skye's chocolate brown eyes.

"I do," (Y/n) answers, her eye sparkling

"Yep, you were kicking ass and looking hot while doing it." Skye asks and (Y/n) throws back her head with a laugh. "You were so sweet, too."

Skye is sitting in her bunk on the bus, typing on her laptop.

"Mission brief in five," Coulson says, knocking on the door.

"Okay," Skye mumbles.

"Katherine Shane?" Coulson asks, reading the file off of Skye's laptop.

"Do you know her?" Skye asks, looking interested.

"We ran a few OPs together in the '90s," Coulson tells Skye. "Smart, resourceful. Had a soft spot for Truffaut movies."

"Easy there, charm school," Skye says, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "According to these files, Agent Shane could be my mom," Skye suddenly looks excited.

"Even if Shane was the Agent who dropped you off at the orphanage, it doesn't mean she's your mother."

"I started looking into all the female agents active when I was born," Skye says and Coulson hums. "Needle, haystack, I know. But then I factored in age and marital status, and then I built a program to narrow down the field."

"You're still looking at a long road," Coulson tells Skye gently.

"Well, it would be a lot shorter if I could access more files," Skye tells the agent. "Maybe you could remove my internet nanny?" she then asks. "I'm talking about my tracking bracelet," she clarifies, shaking her wrist.

"I got that," Coulson says, looking down at the brunette.

"So you'll take it off?" Skye asks.

"No, but I asked May to look into SHIELD's more restricted files," Coulson replies.

"Uh, I was kind of hoping to keep this private," Skye murmurs.

"Agent May specializes in private," Coulson tells her gently. "Let's go," Coulson says, walking out of the little room.

. . .

"At 0800 hours, three men infiltrated the Havenworth Federal Penitentiary," Coulson tells the others - Fitz, Simmons, Ward, May, and Skye.

"Infultrated? More like cannon-balled," Skye says softly.

"They were in and out in less than two minutes," Coulson goes on. "Left no prints at the scene, but we do have one lead."

Coulson swipes up, and the computer beeps, and there is an image projected on the screen.

"Centipede," Ward says, a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Seems they salvaged some of their research from Hong Kong," Coulson tells the group.

"So we were right," Simmons says, and Fitz turns to look at his friend. "Chan's platelets solved their combustion problem. Now they can create super soldiers with no fear of explosion."

"Maybe don't get so excited about it," Fitz murmurs to Simmons.

"Two of Centipede's labs have been destroyed, but they keep popping back up," Coulson says. "Now they have at least three of these guys, maybe more."

"Who did they break out?" May asks, her brow furrowing.

"Edison Po, former Marine," Coulson replies. "Expert in tactics and rapid response. He fell off the grid in '08, reappeared eighteen months ago at a diner in Boston."

"Where he stabbed a friend's eyes out," Ward grumbles.

"With a steak knife, then finished his meal," Coulson finishes, glancing at Ward.

"That's funny. Po doesn't look crazy," Skye remarks and everyone looks at her.

"I'm kidding," Skye says, looking exasperated. "The guy is a walking mug shot."

"Which means he shouldn't be too hard to track down," Coulson agrees. "Finding Po and these Centipede soldiers is a top priority for SHIELD. We'll be running point, but we won't be working alone," Coulson tells the others.

"What team did HQ send for backup?" Ward asks, looking suspicious.

"Not a team -" Coulson says, his lips twitching. "Two people. One who is skilled in combat - trained by SHIELD's finest. And one who can help us fight fire with fire -" Coulson begins.

"Somebody we worked with before?" Skye asks.

"Not exactly," Coulson says.

. . .

Mike Peterson exits the SHIELD vehicle, another figure who looks like she's being harassed by a blond archer and a redhead nearby.

"Don't make me flatten you, Clinty," the younger of the three says, pointing at the man and the archer backs off, looking slightly horrified.

"Bye, you," the redhead grumbles, pulling her former apprentice into a hug.

"Nat!" the younger woman complains. "You're squishing my head!"

"This was a bad idea," May comments, looking between the two figures - the young woman and Mike Peterson.

Natasha Romanoff hands the younger woman a backpack and the women softens, hugging her former mentor one more time before hurrying off to join Mike.

The young woman turns, grinning at Mike, and the older man just shakes his head, amusement evident in his gaze.

"Agent Coulson, Agent May," Mike says, nodding respectfully to the older agents, but the woman just grins.

"Agent Coulson, at your service," the younger Agent Coulson says, faking a serious tone and her father shakes his head.

May just walks away and the elder Coulson turns to Mike.

"Last time you saw here, you threw her into a brick wall," Coulson reminds the super-soldier.

"Right," Mike says, looking uncomfortable. "First time around, I wasn't who I wanted to be," Mike tells the elder Coulson, "but now I get it. Having all this - it's a privilege. And training to be an agent, working with SHIELD, it's me trying to do better, trying to be better," he pauses. "I just need you to give me a shot."

"Everyone deserves a second chance," Coulson says, stepping forward. "But let me be clear - there will not be a third."

Mike dips his head, "Understood, sir."

"Good," Coulson says, glancing at the younger Coulson and turning around; Agent Coulson gets the feeling like she should follow.

. . .

"It's not good. At all," Ward says grimly to the three younger people in the room - Simmons, Fitz, and Skye. "The guy was literally a ticking time bomb - literally."

"HQ wouldn't have sent him if he was still combustible," Fitz reasons. "They must've found a way to stabilize him somehow."

"What about this other person they're sending in. Coulson said he was trained by SHIELD's finest, and yet none of us know who it is?" he questions. "Just saying, this could easily go sideways. Seriously, the last time we saw Peterson, he was a raging homicidal maniac -" Ward pauses, the other three looking behind him. "He's standing right behind me, isn't he?" Ward asks.

"Mr. Peterson, this is Agent Grant Ward," Coulson says, and the others wonder why Coulson hadn't introduced the pretty young woman standing behind him. "He's the man who shot you at Union Station." Ward looks uncomfortable and an amused expression flashes across the new woman's face. "Fitz-Simmons," the two scientists wave at the super-soldier, "designed the weapon he used, and I think you remember -" Coulson gestures to Skye.

"Kidnap victim," Skye says, looking happy and the unknown woman is slightly confused.

Mike chuckles. "You joined SHIELD?" he asks.

"Yeah. Turns out, guys in suits - not so bad," Skye says with a grin.

"Look, I know Union Station could have gone another way," Mike says, looking uncomfortable again. "Another team might not have let me out of there alive. I owe you - all of you."

"That's bygones and water under a distant bridge far away," Skye says and unknown woman fixes her gaze on the brunette, studying her, and Skye looks back, her lips twitching in a smile. "How's your son?" Skye asks, turning back to Mike.

"Still with my sister. He thinks I'm working construction, but he's good, happy," Mike answers, smiling.

"So, what do we have?" Coulson asks.

"An unintroduced agent," the new woman says and there is a laugh from everyone in the room.

"Right," Coulson says, glaring at the younger woman. "This is (Y/n) Coulson, my daughter."

The other agents cast their gazes onto the tall young woman and (Y/n) looks unenthuiastically at her father.

"So, what do we have?" Coulson asks again.

"Not much on Po," Sky replies, tearing her eyes off (Y/n). "I checked his previously known addresses and old military contacts - came up empty."

"We've been looking for where Po might be on the outside," Coulson tells them, (Y/n) leaning against the doorway. "Let's look at his life on the inside - at the prison. See if that gets us any leads. Anything on the Centipede soldiers?"

"We found a facial recog match on one of them," Simmons says and (Y/n) fixes her gaze on the British woman.

"Name's Brian Hayward," Ward says, pressing a button on the debriefing table. "Stationed in Afghanistan for three years, then fell off the radar when he got back."

"Only living relative - sister, Laura -" Skye begins and (Y/n) pipes up.

"I know a Laura," (Y/n) says and Coulson glares at his daughter as the others laugh.

Skye shakes her head, looking amused, before continuing, "Sophomore at the University of Ohio."

"She's our best shot at finding Hayward," the Elder Coulson says, glancing at the board. "You and I will go talk to her," he nods to Ward. "Have May set a course for Cleveland."

Coulson points at (Y/n) and Mike. "Follow," he says.

"Bye friends," (Y/n) says with a wave, her gaze resting on Skye.

. . .

"Hey," Skye says, scrolling through her laptop, Agent May walking up to the brunette, her normal scowl on her face. "Coulson told me you were helping to, you know, find my long-lost folks, so thanks," Skye says, and (Y/n) remains in the shadows, not wanting to intrude. "I'm glad you're in on this with me. It means a lot."

May scowls even more and Skye swallows thickly.

(Y/n) winces as May says some harsh things to Skye. May leaves Skye alone and (Y/n) steps out of the shadows.

"Hey," (Y/n) says gently and Skye looks up. "Don't take what May said to heart, okay?"

Skye meets (Y/n)'s eyes, and then nods.

"So what did you find?" (Y/n) asks.

. . .

Skye leads (Y/n) and May into the debriefing room.

"Po only had one visitor during his prison stint - her," Skye says and (Y/n) narrows her eyes at the screen.

"Recognize the outfit?" Skye asks. "Miles said a girl in a flowered dress asked him to hack SHIELD. This could be the same girl."

"Can we hear the conversation?" (Y/n) asks Skye.

"That's the bummer," Skye replies. "There was no audio, but it's not a total loss. I was able to use SHIELD's lip-reading program, because we have one of those," Skye chuckles.

"It's so cool, right?" (Y/n) asks.

Skye catches May's scowl and continues, "It didn't work on the girl because she never looks up at the camera, but Po did - once - and it caught this."

Skye presses a button and, "The Clairvoyant doesn't not like to be touched," comes from the screen.

"I wrote that down, so we don't have to hear that again - ever," Skye says and (Y/n) looks disgusted.

"The Clairvoyant," May says thoughtfully.

"Yeah," Skye says, furrowing her brow. "Does that mean anything to you?"

(Y/n) shakes her head, "But it means something to them - to Po and whoever that woman is."

"Her name's Raina," says a voice and Mike Peterson walks into the room.

"You know her?" Skye asks Mike.

"Yeah, she recruited me for Centipede, came up to me at the hospital where I did my back therapy out of the blue," Mike pauses. "Told me she could change my life."

. . .

An hour or so later, Skye finds (Y/n) by the loading doors of the BUS, the young woman attacking a punching bag.

"Time to suit up," Skye says and (Y/n) looks up, wiping the sweat off her forehead.

"Cool," (Y/n) says, jogging up the stairs. She passes Skye, shooting the brunette a grin, and Skye's cheeks flush.

. . .

(Y/n) suits up in her SHIELD uniform before meeting the others in the loading dock. Her SHIELD uniform was a Royal blue, but was almost exactly like her old mentor - Natasha's - SHIELD uniform, with light blue highlights running down the arms and legs.

"I think it's rather smart," Simmons remarks, looking at Mike's combat suit.

"How does it feel?" Fitz asks.

"Feels good. Comfortable," Mike replies.

"Having powers is cheating, but the suit's pretty cool," Ward remarks.

(Y/n) steps off the last stair, her combat boots making a thunking sound as she steps onto the floor, and Skye turns to look at her.

"Right, now that everyone's here," Coulson glares bemusedly at his daughter. "Hayward's cellphone has been traced to an abandoned factory about eight miles from here."

"We'll go in quiet. Do minimal damage to the facility and the people inside," May tells the others as (Y/n) pulls out her electric batons from her backpack, sliding them up the sleeves of her suit into the little sheaths against her wrists.

Ward, May, you'll go in through the west entrance. Mr. Peterson and I will enter through the loading dock," Coulson tells the group.

"So I guess you're my partner?" (Y/n) says, looking at Skye.

Coulson nods. "You and Skye will go through the main entrance."

(Y/n) dips her head.

"We're doing this just us?" Skye asks. "We've been playing whack-a-mole with these guys since Ward first picked me out of my van. Shouldn't big SHIELD be sending in backup?" she asks.

"Trust me, they already did," Coulson says, looking pointedly at his Avenger daughter. "They sent a super-soldier and an Avenger."

"An Avenger who has to pop an Ibuprofen after every fight," (Y/n) grumbles.

"Let's move," May says, leading Ward from the BUS.

"Take this," Coulson tosses (Y/n) a gun.

"Is the famous Fitz-Simmons ICER?" (Y/n) asks, studying the craftsmanship of the gun. "I'm impressed. It's just the right weight." (Y/n) glances appreciatively at the two scientists. "It's been a while since I've seen a gun this nice. I might be stealing it."

Fitz-Simmons glance at each other then grin at the Avenger.

"Enough fangirling," Coulson says and (Y/n) rolls her eyes.

"All right. All right," (Y/n) replies. "Come on, Skye."

. . .

"Are we alone here?" Coulson asks the group.

"It seems so," (Y/n) answers. "Fitz, dial Hayward's number."

There is a moment's pause, then the sound of a phone dialing.

(Y/n) freezes in front of one of the storage containers.

(Y/n) hears a cellphone ringing and she holds a finger to her mouth so Skye would be quiet.

Flicking her wrists, the batons slide out of their sheaths.

(Y/n) takes the two separate pieces, locking them together.

(Y/n) readies her batons, as the doors to the storage container fly off the hinges.

"Uh, (Y/n), Skye, you've got company," Fitz tells the two women.

"I'd noticed," (Y/n) replies, advancing on Hayward.

The soldier places his hands on the storage container and flings it towards (Y/n) and Skye.

Skye flinches but (Y/n) tackles Skye, pushing her out of the way. (Y/n) rolls, landing on her feet, and Skye, on the ground, levels her own ICER, firing at the soldier.

The soldier falls to the ground and (Y/n) pulls Skye to her feet. Looking down at the soldier, the two women see the dendrotoxin veins leaving his face. Hayward blinks, his eyes refocusing.

"That usually packs a bigger punch," Skye comments, her and (Y/n) stepping back as Hayward rises to his feet.

(Y/n) runs towards the soldier, smacking him across the forehead, and then in the stomach with the other end of the now staff, flooring the soldier with her mentor's favorite move.

"We're heading your way," Coulson tells his daughter.

"Who's doing this?" (Y/n) asks the fallen soldier.

"I don't tell anyone. I promise," the soldier says through gritted teeth.

There is a tiny spark, and the light behind the soldier's eyes goes out.

. . .

"I'm so glad you're here," Simmons greets Dr. Garner. "Especially since it's been well documented that powers can lead to psychological volatility. Not that Skye or (Y/n) are showing any signs. Their vitals currently are steady."

"May I?" Garner asks, looking at the iMac on the desk.

"So, it might be wise to do pharmacological evaluations," Simmons advises. "Dulling Skye's emotions could lessen the destructiveness of her powers - a-a stopgap measure."

"I should probably meet both of them before writing a prescription," Garner says sternly, looking at Simmons with a frown.

"I'll take you to them," May tells her ex-husband

"I appreciate the extensive and thorough debrief, Agent Simmons," Garner says, turning away from Simmons.

. . .

"Are you kidding me? A shrink?" Skye asks, (Y/n) sitting next to her on the cot as usual, a frown evident on the Avenger's face.

"It's not personal," May tells the brunette.

"Hell, it's not personal. It's a shrink," Skye argues and (Y/n) places a gentle hand on Skye's knee.

"It's standard procedure for anyo -" May begins.

Skye cuts her off, "No, I know, but we're not just on the Index. We're also SHIELD agents."

"Exactly. So you know it's non-negotiable," May argues right back.

Skye scoffs, shaking her head.

"Andrew is good, and he's done this before," May says, her tone softening.

"So have I. I grew up in the system," Skye replies. "I've been through enough of these to know that I hate them."

"You'll like this one," May tells Skye.

"Yeah, how do you know that?" Skye replies, focusing her gaze on (Y/n)'s hand resting on her knee.

"Because I was married to him," May answers and Skye looks up, her eyes wide with shock.

"I'm going to make us something to eat," (Y/n) tells Skye once May leaves. "I'm starving," (Y/n) leans over, pressing a soft kiss to Skye's cheek before standing up and walking over to the door. Opening the door, she steps aside to let Andrew into the house.

"Hello, (Y/n)," Andrew greet the young woman.

"Hey," (Y/n) replies with a short wave before leaving the room and making her way into the kitchen inside the Playground.

. . .

(Y/n) looks up from her pan as she notices the pots and pans rattling on the wall.

Skye! she thinks, throwing the hot pan into the sink and unknowingly shifting into a panther, and darting out of the room.

(Y/n)'s powerful shoulder muscles bunch and stretch as she speeds up, a black blur as she streaks past the labs.

(Y/n) charges up the loading doors and up to Skye's room, shifting back into herself.

"Skye! You need to wake up!" (Y/n) exclaims, gently shaking Skye's shoulder.

Skye starts, fixing her gaze on (Y/n)'s (E/c) eyes but then she looks at the door as Dr. Garner, May, Fitz, and Simmons burst into the room.

"Hey. Look at me," (Y/n) reaches out a hand, gently moving Skye's face to look her in the eye. "You need to stop this," (Y/n) kneels down and to her relief, Skye keeps her eyes on (Y/n)'s.

"If she needs a sedative . . ." Simmons begins, but May glares at the scientist.

"You can do it Skye. Just focus," (Y/n) whispers, gazing into Skye's brown eyes.

Skye exhales slowly and the shaking stops.

"No, no. It's good. It's good. It's stopping," Fitz tells Simmons.

Dr. Garner and May exchange a look before fixing their gazes on (Y/n), whose hand is resting on Skye's knee now.

"I'm going to stay," Garner says.

"Come on. Everybody out," May nods.

'Love you,' (Y/n) mouths as she leaves the room, looking back at Skye, and the brunette relaxes, smiling softly.

"May," comes a voice and May looks at her watch, a projection of Coulson appears in her hand. "We need backup."

. . .

Skye breathes deeply, looking at her bio-meter watch. "Under seventy," Skye says, taking another breath.

"How are you doing that?" Garner asks.

"May taught me," Skye replies. "You focus on a single point, let everything else become noise disappearing in the background."

"Except it doesn't disappear you're pushing it aside," Garner says, putting his hands on his hips. Which is why, when you were dreaming, the tremors started." Skye swallows thickly. "What were you dreaming about?" Garner asks.

"I don't remember," Skye replies, her cheeks darkening.

"You're seeming defensive," Garner says, frowning.

"Because you keep pushing," Skye argues.

"Because whatever you were feeling was strong enough to shake this entire plane," Garner replies, his brows furrowing.

"Well, I don't know, so let's move on," Skye says, her eyes watery. "How about you show me an inkblot, and I tell you about me and my girlfriend's first time?" Skye asks, leaning forward. The moment she says it though, she regrets it. Their first time had been magical, and Skye had never felt so loved that night.

Garner chuckles. "Humor. So that's your thing. Well, that's an effective way to avoid thinking about how monumentally painful your life is right now."

"Good pep talk," Skye says through gritted teeth. "Thanks," Skye frowns, her brows furrowing.

"Sarcasm. Same purpose - avoidance strategy," Garner says.

"What am I avoiding, exactly?" Skye asks, leaning forward and crossing her legs criss-cross-applesauce on her and (Y/n)'s shared bed.

"The truth," Garner says. "That - not just you, but your girlfriend too - are different now, that you have abilities, your abilities triggered by pain, and either you face that or you don't sleep again."

Skye swallows thickly, her gaze falling on the door, wishing that (Y/n) would walk through the door; wishing that (Y/n) would set her hand on her knee like she always did when Skye was feeling scared or nervous; wishing that (Y/n) would walk through with a carefully picked tub of salted caramel ice cream and two spoons.

Skye turns back to Dr. Garner. "I dreamed I was on a mission, looking through the scope of my rifle. The next thing I knew, I was on the other side. The rifle was trained on me.

"Pretty on point - going form being an agent to a -" Garner begins

"Yeah, to being on the Index," Skye interupts. "And I know SHIELD's policy for people on the Index."

There's a rumbling.

"I have executed that policy," Skye continues.

"Okay. Skye, I need you to stop," Garner says, looking around at the shaking walls. "Just calm down. Take a breath."

"Wait. The room is shaking," Skye realizes.

"Right," Garner replies, leaning forward in his chair. "Which is why I need you to breathe."

"No, this isn't me. I'm not doing this," Skye says, pursing her lips.

Garner looks around before moving out of the room.

(Y/n) enters the room a moment later holding two spoons and a tub of salted caramel ice cream.

Skye gazes softly at (Y/n) as (Y/n) comes over to sit beside her on their shared bed.

"Dad needed backup," (Y/n) tells Skye as she hands her girlfriend a spoon, then cracking open the tub of ice cream.

Skye leans affectionately against (Y/n), digging her spoon into the carton and making airplane noises like she would to a baby, poking (Y/n)'s lips with the spoon.

(Y/n)'s shoulder shake with silent laughter, and she opens her mouth, eating the spoonful off Skye's spoon.

(Y/n) takes her own spoon, scooping out another bite. She moves it towards Skye's lips. When Skye opens her mouth, (Y/n) steals the bite.

Skye giggles this time, her head falling on (Y/n)'s shoulder.

. . .

"That not-talking thing you do - not okay when we were married, but definitely not okay," Dr. Garner scolds his ex-wife.

"Not okay is Skye's lunatic father leading Coulson into a trap. Civilians could be hurt. I acted quickly," May says, her tone hardening.

"And me and Skye? We do what?" Garner asks, furrowing his brow.

May scoffs. "Same as if we were were on base," May says. "Stay in the cage. Continue your evaluation."

"That's so not going to happen," Skye says, and the two exs turn to fix their gazes on the two young women.

May's eyes flick down to Skye and (Y/n)'s interlocked pinkies and Skye's slightly relaxed expression.

"This is not a negotiation, Skye," May fixes her gaze back on Skye's eyes, which had narrowed, her relaxed expression leaving her face. "You're staying on the BUS."

Skye walks over to the debriefing table, leaving (Y/n) standing in the doorway.

"If Coulson needs backup -" Skye begins.

May cuts her off. "He'll have it. We don't need you."

"Yes, you do. My father's involved," Skye argues, her eyes narrowing. "And for better or worse, I matter to him, and we can use that."

"May, we can help," (Y/n) says, moving over to stand beside Skye.

"Having contact with your father is a bad idea," Garner says, furrowing his eyebrows. "If you can't control your feelings -"

"I'll ice myself," Skye interupts.

Garner frowns.

"Look. You put me on the Index. You're doing my intake assessment. How about we let my Dad know?" Skye asks.

"Okay," May says after a moment, but then she fixes her gaze on (Y/n).

. . .

"We want everyone to know what you do to people like us," Cal says, his voice echoing through the silent stadium. "And we want you to stop before you do it to her."

"Talking about her?" (Y/n) says through gritted teeth, pushing Skye forward, her unloaded handgun pressed to the side of Skye's neck.

"You monster," Cal turns to (Y/n), his brow furrowing.

(Y/n)," Coulson breathes, looking at his daughter in disbelief.

"Daisy," Cal says, gazing at his daughter. "What have they done to you?"

"We put her on the Index," May says, coming up and pressing her unloaded handgun into the small of Skye's back. "Now we decide - contain her or put her down." May shoves the gun into Skye's back again. "Your call."

"Tell me they didn't hurt you," Cal says, stepping forward to gaze into his daughter's watery eyes.

"Talk to me, not her," (Y/n) presses the gun into Skye's neck, hating herself for being so harsh, but she knows she has to keep up the facade.

"Now, you let these people go, or your daughter dies," May says, shoving the gun into Skye's back for the third time.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. I can't lose you again," Cal whispers. "Don't you see what they do? You've been changed. And it scares the hell out of them. I think it's wonderful." Skye swallows thickly. "I can help. So, tell me. What's your thing?" he asks. "I mean, I was hoping it was wings."

"Talk to me, not her," May growls.

"You chose them," Cal glares at (Y/n), then Coulson, his eyes full of disdain. "You threatened to kill me, your own father. You didn't know any better. They raised you. They brainwashed you. You won't kill her," Cal says, turning away. "Though, the truth is, you're capable of such things. That's what I'm trying to teach this whole damn town. I don't even know if they're listening. Maybe they'll listen to you," Cal hands the microphone to a man beside him.

The man with the microphone exhales deeply, but a blue energy field surrounds Cal and takes him away.

"Skye," Garner says, running over to the brunette. "Come on. Come on."

"(Y/n), go with them," May gives (Y/n) a slight nudge. "You're the only one who can keep her calm."

(Y/n) takes Skye's hand in her own, pulling her along.

Skye's breathing stutters as she watches Coulson and May fight Cal's companions.

Skye breathes deeply and the stadium begins to rumble.

Everyone looks at her and (Y/n) drops Skye's hand, clutching her left wrist.

The rumbling stops and (Y/n) looks over at Skye's hands and lower arms which were darkening with bruises.

Skye's vision goes blurry and (Y/n) moves behind Skye to catch her as she fell.

(Y/n) hits the ground, her wrist searing with pain, but Skye lands safely in her lap.

. . .

"You're awake," Simmons says, sighing with relief.

Skye looks around, looking startled and slightly scared as she tries to sit up.

"You're probably feeling a little drowsy," Simmons says, her voice soft. "We gave you something to help you sleep." Skye sits up, looking at her bruised hands.

"Why do I have these bruises?" Skye asks, her gaze finding (Y/n) sitting in a chair, her left wrist resting on the table, Fitz gently running his fingers down (Y/n)'s wrist before he leaves the room.

"I ran some tests," Simmons says. "The bruising was caused by capillary ruptures in your arms. X-rays showed more than seventy-five hairline fractures from your clavicle to your fingers."

"I . . . I don't understand," Skye stutters, Fitz returning to the room with a black velcro cast. He tightly wraps (Y/n)'s wrist with the cast, (Y/n) gritting her teeth.

"You weren't stopping your powers, Skye," Garner tells her. "You were . . . directing them inward."

Skye lets out a shaky breath, blinking back her tears.

(Y/n) runs her own fingers down her fractured wrist.

A guilty looking Skye meets (Y/n)'s gaze and Skye can see (Y/n)'s love and worry reflected there, along with pain.

"What am I supposed to do?" Skye asks.

"I made the casts from compression microfibers to help contain the shaking, minimize the damage," Simmons leans forward and (Y/n) narrows her eyes angrily.

"That's not what she means, Simmons," May says before she focuses her gaze gently on Skye. "We'll figure this out, Skye."

. . .

(Y/n) lies down on Skye's stomach, letting out soft kitten purrs that sooth Skye back to sleep, her bruised fingers gently brushing (Y/n)'s orange fur.

(Y/n) had realized that when using her powers, it was more helpful if she knew a lot about the animal she was going to change into.

. . .

"Well, the bruising has started to fade," Simmons says, looking at Skye's arm. (Y/n) is sitting close to Skye, (Y/n)'s fractured wrist resting on Skye's lower thigh, rubbing it with a thumb. "though I'm afraid these stress fractures will take a bit more time to heal."

"Great. Tried to go Zen to keep my powers in check only to find myself -" Skye lets out a soft yelp as he tries to pull her 'casts' back onto her arms "- back on the D.L."

"The down low?" both (Y/n) and Fitz ask in unison.

"The disabled list," Skye says, nudging (Y/n) with a knee.

"Oh, yeah," (Y/n) says, looking a little embarrassed.

"That makes more sense," Fitz agrees

"Yeah, and now I'm all . . . " Skye studies her bruised hands.

"You know, it could just be growing pains - from the new powers," Fitz says, trying to reassure Skye.

"It's okay, Fitz," Skye says, gently closing her fists. "You don't have to put a positive spin on this."

"I'm not doing that. I would never patronize the -" the three women look up at him. "Well, the - Things change, that's what I'm saying. So, maybe if you can learn to control this, then . . . You could have Avengers-level powers," Fitz says, looking at Skye. "Something like Captain America, even."

"I'd say more Thor-ish powers," (Y/n) corrects. "Thor's the God of Thunder. Tremors got, well, tremors. Both elemental based powers."

"I think it best we keep in mind the destructive capabilities of Skye's powers," Simmons says. "If there is an Avengers equivalent, right now, I'm afraid it's the Hulk."

(Y/n) turns her gaze on Simmons, an eyebrow raised.

"Well, Hulk saved the world, last I checked," Fitz says.

"You're absolutely right," Simmons agrees. "But given the choice, I believe Bruce Banner would not hesitate to cure himself once and for all."

"Actually," (Y/n) says, meeting Simmons's gaze. "Bruce is trying to find out a way to make himself and the Hulk the same being. Just because something is powerful, doesn't mean it's dangerous. Steve Rogers, for example, is a super-solder, but he's as gentle as a mouse. People have the capacity to choose who or what they want to be, Simmons."

"Well then, maybe we should be glad that Bruce hasn't tried to cure himself then," Fitz says.

"Oh, Fitz -" Simmons goes to say.

"Don't 'oh, Fitz,' me," Fitz retorts and the BUS begins to shake.

(Y/n) lets her uninjured hand's fingers brush soothingly up and down Skye's arm.

The rumbling stops as Skye fixes her gaze on (Y/n)'s gentle, loving gaze.

"Sorry, Skye. It isn't really about you," Simmons says apologetically.

"I'm pretty sure it is," Skye says, frowning. "We'll go back to our cage," Skye says, sliding out of the the booth, (Y/n) following closely.

Fitz and Simmons watch (Y/n) and Skye closely. They watch as (Y/n)'s uninjured hand brushes one of Skye's bruised hand with a gentleness neither of the two had seen before.

Word Count: 7454 words

Skye / Daisy Johnson Taglist:

@imapotato

@confusinggemini612

#skye x reader #skye x female reader #skye x fem reader #daisy johnson x female reader #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x fem reader #daisy johnson x coulson reader #skye x coulson reader #skye #daisy johnson #Youtube

51 notes · View notes

cafedanslanuit · 3 years

Text

pairing: jumin x mc

tags/warnings: canon divergence from episode three of the jumin bad ending dlc, mentions of parental abuse, fix-it fic, happy ending, fluff.

summary: your late night conversation with jumin takes another turn into a much better scenario.

words: 1.9k

"When I was young, I had no idea such sweetness could exist. That love could be so heart-warming and good.”

Jumin’s eyes are tired and I feel a pang of guilt for waking him up. There’s a raw vulnerability in his eyes I haven’t seen since we lived at the penthouse and I’m scared the tiniest move or word from my part could shatter him in pieces. His hand is resting on my waist and I feel his muscles tighten in yearning as he speaks, almost as if he’s scared I’ll disappear.

“You said you had bad memories around your basement. Can you tell me about them?”

“I don’t know how that would help,” Jumin answers, his mouth forming a thin line. I push his dark hair away from his forehead softly and give him a small smile.

“How about we try?” I offer.

Jumin shifts on the bed a little closer to me. He rubs his eyes and then sets his hand back on my waist, his thumb sliding under the fabric of my pajamas and drawing idle circles on my skin.

"My mother would lock me up in the basement when I was a child,” he starts, his gaze unfocused. “Once I was locked up for seventeen hours and fourteen minutes. I managed to find a way out eventually.

My expression falls at his words, my chest clenching at his remembrance. I immediately flush my body against his, his arms holding him tightly. I feel his muscles tensing for a couple of seconds before melting under my touch. Jumin buries his head on the crook of my neck and lets out a long sigh, so long it makes me feel he had been holding it for longer than I could imagine.

It all starts falling into place. The subtle jokes about keeping me inside a cage to protect me from harm and the way he had done the same to Elizabeth the 3rd before she escaped. I had always thought Jumin’s desire for control was rooted deep inside his need to be on hold of things. I knew he had been handled several responsibilities from a young age and I always guessed that where my need to control his surroundings started but now I knew I was wrong.

I was so wrong.

I had spent months feeding into his control fantasy, thinking it would ground him enough to find peace within himself and now I feel like a moron for letting it get this far. For thinking he would eventually start letting me go little by little when he felt better about himself. But I had definitely underestimated how much the man in front of me had gone through and how my intentions of helping him were practically useless.

I hold him in silence for a few more moments, my right hand caressing his dark locks while my arm is still around his body protectively. A million questions swim around my mind and I don’t know where to start. So, I decide to follow the line of Jumin’s story.

"Jumin, do you think your mother loved you?"

He lifts his head to meet my eyes. His eyebrows scrunch for a couple of seconds while his holds tightens on me.

"... I have never experienced my mother's love.”

A lump forms in my throat and I carefully cup his cheek with my hand, my thumb stroking his skin softly.

"I know,” I whisper. “But when you were a kid, did you think she did the things she did out of love?"

"I guess? Parents are mandated to take care of their children. So I assume a part of me thought she did it out of maternal love, yes," he reasons, his grey eyes surveying the room as he spoke.

"So, do you think maybe you're keeping me in this mansion because a part of you thinks that it's okay to lock up someone you love?"

Jumin furrows his eyebrows and shifts on the bed uncomfortably. I watch him in silence, almost listening to the gears inside his head turn, hoping my questions would help him ease the mess of threads he had talked me about back in the penthouse.

"Maybe,” he mutters, his fingers drumming against my skin.

“You don’t need to do that. I’m not leaving you, darling. My heart only knows one name and it’s yours. There’s no need to keep me restrained when you already own every part of my soul.”

“You said this was okay,” Jumin counters. “You even chose the heels where I put the tracking device.”

“I did. I…” I sigh. “You were hurting so much, my love. I thought if I complied with your demands you would find peace. I thought if I let you control me you would feel better. But I was wrong and I’m sorry. I see you losing yourself more and more as the days go by and it breaks my heart,” I confess, my thumb grazing the space between his chin and his lower lip. “I fell in love with a noble man who would do anything to protect the people he loves. A honest man, who may come off as blunt, but you know he would never lie to you. A man who is kind and loving.”

Jumin listens to me, his eyes widened. In his pajamas he looks young, a glint of fear in his expression as he tries to sink in my words.

“I don’t know if I can give that love,” he whispers.

“You can,” I assure him.

“How can you know?”

“There’s so much love inside of you, Jumin Han,” I smile, letting my hand settle on his chest, right above his heart. “I saw it the night you read me to sleep. I saw it all the times you helped the other members of the RFA expecting nothing in return. I see it when your eyes light up when you’ve had a good dinner with your dad. I don’t know why you believe you are unable to give warm love, because you’ve been filling up all my senses with exactly that from the moment I decided to stay over at your penthouse. I am in love with you, Jumin Han.”

“Say it again,” he mutters, bringing my body closer to him. The remains of his perfume still linger on him and I love how relaxing I find it. How much it feels like home.

“I love you.”

“Again,” he demands, his lips lingering against mine. I smile.

“I love you, Jumin Han. I am in love with you. Truthfully, madly, without any sort of question or doubt,” I say, holding his face tenderly. “I am in love with your heart and soul.”

He finally breaks the distance between us both and his lips collide against mine. His kiss is soft, yet firm, his hands holding me into place. I let my body mold itself against his and wonder if it’s alright to love someone as intensely as I love this man. His tongue grazes against my lips for a moment before softly pushing its way inside. His grip on my body tightens as he keeps deepening the kiss and I have to remind myself we’re not done talking to have the strength to pull away as softly as I can. I lay a couple of more kisses against his warm lips before smiling at him.

“Tomorrow, we’ll go to C&R,” I say and Jumin’s shocked expression doesn’t take long to show up. “Just a quick visit so you can take care of the paperwork Jaehee mentioned yesterday,” I explain, my fingers stroking his arm in a soothing motion. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs at C&R’s cafeteria.”

Jumin shakes his head. “No.”

“Jumin,” I say, holding his face and forcing him to look at me. “Just for a couple of hours and just so we can try something new. After that, we’ll return here. I promise.”

He lets out a long and tired sigh. When he looks at me again, my eyes are set on him, the smallest pout on my lips. To my surprise, he laughs.

“My mind keeps telling me there’s a chance you won’t be there,” Jumin admits, stroking my sides with his hand.

“You are my home, Jumin,” I remind him. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be but your arms.”

Jumin stays in silence, his eyes lost somewhere in the bedroom and I can almost listen to the loud and contradicting thoughts inside his head.

“If you’re still not done after two hours, you can leave the rest for another day,” I offer. “Two hours tops, my love. Could we try?”

He sighs, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. He looks defeated, yet there’s love in the way he sets his eyes back to mine.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my love,” he breathes out and a big smile makes its way to my face. I press two soft kisses against his lips and then a couple more on his right cheek and forehead. “I’m sorry for my troubling thoughts.”

I shake my head. “I love you, Jumin. Troubling thoughts and all. I adore your mind,” I smile, pushing some of his hair away from his forehead. “I understand you’ve gone through rough times during your childhood and I know there’s nothing I can do to erase those memories. I want you to revisit them, understand them and finally heal. And no matter how long that takes you, I will always be there by your side”.

Jumin smiles and holds my waist as he turns on the bed, leaving me to rest on top of his chest. I see the warm smile back on his face and I realize how much I had missed it.

“Always?” he asks. I press a kiss on his lips.

“I promise. You are the love I always dreamt about since I was a little girl.”

Jumin arches an eyebrow.

“You dreamt about living in a mansion?”

“No,” I shake my head. “I dreamt about someone loving me exactly as I am, no matter how low I thought about myself some days I dreamt about someone caring for my well being and protecting me if necessary. Most of all, I dreamt about someone that would make me feel like there’s no one else in the universe but us both.”

“And do I make you feel that way?” he asks, a playful smile on his face that makes me wonder if it’s possible I love him more than I did an hour ago. I nod at him, an equally cheeky grin on my face strengthened by the knowledge that my words made him decide to do better.

I had never loved anyone as much as I loved Jumin. So any hardships that would come between us, would face to face us both. There’s a soft red hue on his cheeks again and for a moment it’s hard to recognize the cold man I first met in a chat room.

But Jumin Han is more than that. He’s more than his job, more than his money, more than the darkness and tangled thread inside his mind. He’s kind, he’s loyal and the rock his friends turn to when they find themselves in dire situations. He’s had everyone’s back before, in one way or another, and I love that he’s now giving me the chance to have his. To show him that he also deserves warm, pure love. That even if he can deal with everything by himself he doesn’t have to. Not anymore.

“You do, my love. You do.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #jumin han #mm jumin #mysme jumin #jumin dlc #jumin bad ending #jumin bad ending dlc #jumin x mc #jumin han x mc

194 notes · View notes

wondersofdreaming · 4 years

Text

Nigra Avis

Characters: August Walker (POV) x female reader (3rd person)

Word count: 652

Warnings: Sadness. Pain. Agony. Death. *Edit* Cancer

Author’s note: This was just written on a whim. Inspiration came from the song “Blackbird” by Alter Bridge.

*Edit* “Nigra Avis” is Latin for ‘Black Bird’.

I do not own any characters in this short story, except the reader who is a figment of my imagination.

MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

He knew all about heartache. He could still feel his heart breaking into a million pieces when the doctor told him the terrible news. He remembered falling to his knees, roaring in agony as the doctor’s words cut deeper than any bullet or knife ever had.

He had tried his damn best to be there for her in the hardest times but to no avail.

She had needed him, instead, he was out doing his job. Being the puppet of the CIA. Being “The Hammer”, killing and hunting criminals mercilessly.

When he was on a job, his focus was purely on the mission, and it had been that day as well. Except, there had been a nagging sensation in the back of his mind. A voice telling him to go home. To be with her.

She had hidden it well that she was ill. Covering her pale skin with makeup or tanning lotion, so he wouldn’t see. When she had gone to the bathroom to be sick, she would brush it off as something bad she had eaten. He was always working, so he didn’t notice that she had “eating something bad” more times than he could count on two hands.

He stood on the porch of their mountain cabin. A steamy mug of black coffee in his hand. His boss had given him some time off to grieve.

Grieve he did. He had yelled, screamed, howled till his voice was coarse and at the brink of losing his ability to speak. He had punched at trees out of guilt for not having seen the signs earlier.

“I’m sorry, Mr Walker. We did everything we could,” the doctor said in a calmly matter that annoyed August.

“You did everything you could?” he asked, his voice strained and angry.

“We did everything we could.”

“I want to see her.”

The doctor’s shoulders slumped as he led August to his wife’s lifeless body.

She was lying under a white cloth in the middle of the operating room. The doctor removed the top of the cloth to reveal her pale face. Her lips cracked and cheeks were almost hollow. She had lost a lot of weight.

“Cancer had spread to every organ in her body. She refused any kind of treatment, including chemotherapy to prolong her life. And she signed a DNR.”

The love of his life had fought the cancer alone, an illness he couldn’t fight for her even if he wanted to, an illness that had taken her spirit in the blink of an eye. He would gladly give up his life to bring her back. He would sell his soul to the devil just to hear her voice once more.

She had left him a letter.

“My dear Auggie.

You are my everything. My heart and soul. My one true love.

This body may be dying. I don’t want to be revived only to be a vegetable and have you resent me for not being strong enough to beat this sickness that is spreading inside me.

I will always be with you, my love.

I will support you from wherever I am, even from hell.

Now go bring the world to its knees.

I love you, August Walker.”

The house they had built together, where their hopes and dreams had been born. Where they were going to raise their children far away from the chaotic noise of the city. Now a shattering mess.

Now nothing mattered. Not even his own life.

The wind swept around him, carrying his wife’s sweet perfume with it. It felt as if she was standing right in front of him and caressing his cheek in her soft palm.

“Be free my little blackbird, I’ll join you soon,” he told the wind. He emptied his coffee just as his phone started ringing.

“Lark, everything is ready to be set in motion.”

"Let’s burn this world to the ground.”

#Henry Cavill #This man #I need a drink #Fanfiction #Nigra Avis #Blackbird #Flash Fiction #August Walker #Henry Cavill x reader #Henry Cavill x female reader #Henry x reader #Henry x female reader

180 notes · View notes

msmarvel95 · 3 years

Text

I Wish I Were Bucky

Word Count: 555

SongFic I dreamt about his a few months back, and wrote it down as soon as I woke up, so if its trash, I apologize. Song: Heather by Conan Grey. I changed some of the words/pronouns to make it work.

Summary: You caught the eye of Steve Rogers, but someone else caught yours.

W: No warnings, a smidge of angst here and of splash of angst there. Its all angst for poor Stevie.

I still remember the 3rd of December, you in my sweater, I said it looked better on you than it did me, only if you knew how much I liked you…

Ever since you set foot in Avengers HQ Steve Rogers was smitten. Your father the one and only Tony Stark, had kept you away from superhero life until you turned 21. When he finally introduced you to the ‘Star-Spangled man with a plan’, he felt as though he would have a blush on his cheeks indefinitely. He made excuses to be around you as much as he could without seeming like a weirdo. It didn’t take long for the two of you to become friends. But he’d never gotten the courage to ask you out. And now he’s lost his chance.

But I watch your eyes as he walks by, what a sight for sore eyes, brighter than the blue sky. He’s got you mesmerized...while I die.

The day Bucky was pardoned, for the things he had done as The Winter Soldier, your dad gave him his own room in HQ, officially made him an Avenger, you found yourself unable to take your eyes off the mysterious man. He was tall and muscular, long chestnut brown hair framing his face. Oh, that face, sharp jawline shrouded in 5oclock shadow, piercing cerulean eyes, that you found yourself getting lost in. “Y/N? You okay there, you look mesmerized by something” Steve pressed as he followed your gaze, his smile quickly falling from his lips when he realized what had your attention.

Why would you ever kiss me, I’m not even half as handsome. He gave you his sweater, it’s just polyester, but you like him better.

As the months passed, Steve noticed you and Bucky getting closer and closer. Just that thought, felt as though his heart was shattering into a million pieces. Why couldn’t he have just taken the chance and told you how he felt before Bucky had arrived. Would things be different, or would you have still ended up in the arms of his best friend? A few weeks later, Steve walked into the kitchen, to see something he hoped he never would. You and Bucky were in the kitchen, he had you pressed up against the counter, metal hand on the small of your back, while his flesh hand cupped your face as he kissed you with fervor. Steve felt his heart lurch, grabbing a bottle of water he, almost sprinted out of the kitchen.

At one of Tony’s regular movie nights, he walked in to see you and Bucky cuddled up on the couch, you wearing one of his sweatshirts. “Hey punk! Come sit down with us, we’re about to start the movie!” Bucky spoke to him with a genuine smile. His best friend was happy despite everything he had been through in his life. How could he hold this against him, Bucky deserves to be happy, maybe just maybe this is how it was meant to be. Y/N was meant to end up with Bucky all along, to make him happy, to make him feel loved, to help him recover. One day Steve would get over you, it might take him some time, but it’ll happen, but right now one thing sticks in his head…

I wish I were Bucky….

34 notes · View notes

maybanksmainhoe · 3 years

Text

A/N: Sorry I took forever to post this. This imagine is the worst one I have ever writter. I had 0 motivation to write but this imagine has been in my drafts for almost a month now and I just wanted to post this. This was a Rafe imagine originally but I changed it to a Topper imagine. Also, I am sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language. Feel free to point out any mistakes... but just don't be mean about it lol! Hope you enjoy it!

Taglist:@wickedmystery @londonidc@poguestyle17@afterglowsb-tch13 @taylathornton

______________________________________________

You were there to pick pieces of Topper's shattered heart when Sarah broke, but now he broke your heart into a million pieces, and there is no there for you.

You, Topper, and Sarah have been friends since you guys were in diapers, and you have been crushing on Top since 3rd grade when he married you during recess because he wanted to be with you forever. When Topper was a kid, he had this illusion that when two people get married, they are going to be with each other forever. There is nothing that can separate them.

As you guys grew older, Topper started developing feelings for Sarah, and your two best friends started dating during freshman year of high school. You weren't mad at them. How could you be? They didn't know that you were madly in love with Topper.

After only a few months of them dating, Sarah cheated on Topper with John B, his worst enemy. Topper was devasted, to say the least, but he had you, which made things a little bit better. You helped him get through the breakup. You drove him home and tucked him in bed when he drank too much because he missed her. You held him tight while he cried for another woman even though it pained you. You stopped talking to Sarah too because she hurt him, the love of your life. You made sure Topper did not blame himself for the breakup or thought he was not enough. You did everything you could have done for him.

You taking care of Topper and being there for him made Topper realize that he loves you more than a friend. You were doing something Sarah would have never done for him, and that made him want you. When he told you how he felt, you were over the moon. You knew you were rebound, but you didn't care. After few months, you started thinking he is actually in love with you. He took you on cute little dates, long drives, cuddled you to sleep, watched movies, and whatnot. Little did you know that he was just using you to distract himself.

The moment Sarah broke up with John B, Topper went running back to Sarah, breaking your heart in pieces.

#topper x y/n #topper thornton #outer banks #outer banks netflix #outerbanks #outerbanks netflix #netflix

9 notes · View notes

anarcoqueer1994 · 5 years

Note

I've seen so many trans!Tj fics so can you do trans!Cyrus?

So I really liked this prompt(I mean like as a trans non-binary person, any excuse to shamelessly include more trans characters is great. <3) I hope you like the story!

TJ opened his front door to find his best friend standing in the rain, looking seconds away from falling apart. He instinctively pulled the brown eyed boy into his arms (and out of the storm.) As he hugged him he whispered “Underdog? What happened?” TJ knew that his clothes are going to be soaked from holding the rain drenched Cyrus, but he doesn’t care. He never has when it came to that boy.

“Reed…” was all that Cyrus could managed to push across his teeth. It came out muffled as Cyrus’ face was buried in the taller boy’s shoulder.

A flash of red crossed TJ’s eyes as anger started to fill his head. He should of guessed. It’s always Reed. Cyrus and Reed had been dating on and off since their freshmen year. TJ had hoped by now, more than three years later, that Cyrus would stop going back to him. It was a constant cycle. Reed would hurt and break Cyrus down, and TJ would always be there to put back the pieces of his shattered friend. But then like clockwork, Reed would weasel his way back into the picture. He would do some grand gesture and Cyrus would forgive him.

Honestly, TJ believed that Cyrus was too nice for his own good. He always wanted to see the best in everyone. But it gets him hurt so often. TJ has never hated anyone as much as he hates Reed. How could anyone ever make this beautiful brunette feel so bad? How could Reed make him cry like this? A thought crosses TJ’s mind briefly. "If I was with Cyrus, I would never make him cry…”

TJ must have been shaking in anger, because Cyrus pulls slightly away from the hug. “Teej…”

“I’m sorry. I just hate that he hurt you again…”

Cyrus looks down, refusing to meet the green eyes boring into him. “Yea….I think it’s really over this time.”

TJ bites his bottom lip, forcing the words he want to say to stay in his mouth. He wants to believe Cyrus that it is really over but is having trouble with that. Cyrus has said that before. Fuck. Why does his friend love such an asshole? Why can’t Cyrus see how much he loves him. How he would never make him feel bad. How he would cherish everyday with him. But he can’t say this out loud, not now at least. So he chokes out “What happened?” instead.

Cyrus feels his breath catch in his throat. He whimpers "Can we get out of the doorway, first?"

TJ nods and heads to the steps leading upstairs. Cyrus follows him having been in this house a million times. They move softly past Amber's closed bedroom door. She is on a date with Andi. The Kippen siblings' parents are both working 3rd shift tonight so they are alone in the house.

They soon reach the bedroom Cyrus has sat in many nights before, crying on TJ's shoulder over some new terrible thing Reed has done. When TJ closes the door behind them, he walks to his closet. He pulls out a pair of sweatpants and white T-shirt and throws them over to his friend.

He cracks a smile "Here, dry clothes, you look like a wet rat."

He manages to get a small laugh out of that from the other boy as he takes the clothes. TJ looks away as Cyrus changes, looking back in time to only see a small glimpse of the tiny scars from Cyrus' top surgery a year prior.

He thinks back to that time for a moment. Reed had barely come by while he recovered. Everyone else had been there a lot and TJ practically moved in. He was there everyday even when Cyrus told him he didn't have to "waste" all his time with him. But Reed kept making excuses and Cyrus accepted them. He accepted them every damn time. He pushes the thoughts away, he doesn't want to get more upset.

He focuses back on the boy who is now sitting crossed leg on the floor, leaning his back on TJ's bed. TJ's heart breaks at the site of the puffy red eyes and broken face staring up at him. He steps closer before taking a seat next to his best friend. He wraps his arm around Cyrus' shoulder and pulls him close, waiting patiently for him to be ready to talk.

"I caught him cheating..." Cyrus finally says breaking the silence.

TJ's grip around Cyrus gets tighter. He can't believe anyone would cheat on the amazing person sitting next him. What makes this worse though, is that this isn't even the first time Reed has cheated. The first time was sophomore year when he made out with this girl Andrea at some game. The second time was with Lester of all people. And now he has done it again. The blond whispers, "I'm so, so sorry Cyrus..."

"Its my own fault..." Cyrus says in a defeated voice. "I should of known better than to take him back again..."

"This isn't on you, Cy...you are just a nice person who can be too trusting at times. I love that about you." TJ smiles softly.

Cyrus turns to look towards the wall to the side of them. "Well it definitely over this time."

"Wanna talk about it?"

A tear wells up again in Cyrus' eye as he nods. He shakily begins to recount what happened an hour prior.

~~~~~~~~~~~

He and and his now ex-boyfriend had been cuddling on the couch in Reed's living room. Cyrus had his head on the other boy's shoulder, lazily scrolling through Instagram. His heart dropped when he saw a picture that Reed had been tagged in.

Reed had visited a college last weekend. Well apparently it wasn't just informational. The picture showed him obviously at a frat party, with some guy kissing on his neck. Cyrus immediately pulls away.

"Hey? What's wrong baby?" Reed scrunches up his eyebrows in confusion. In response, Cyrus hands him the phone. When he looks down at the picture, he gets a guilty look on his face.

"Cy..." he says quietly.

"Don't 'Cy' me. What is going on in this picture? Who is this guy?"

"He was just some random guy I met at a party I went to when I did the college overnight ..."

"Well why is this random guy kissing MY boyfriend?" Cyrus chokes out, trying to appear like his heart didn't feel like Reed stepped on it.

"Cyrus, I'm so sorry. It was a dumb party and there was drinking and you know how it is with guys sometimes? Like sometimes things just happen."

"No, that's not an excuse!" Cyrus' voice gets louder. "Guys can control their actions, even hormonal teenage boys! I have never cheated on you!"

The yelling causes Reed to yell back. Without thinking he yells "You wouldn't understand! You aren't even a real...!" He stops when he realizes what is about to leave his mouth.

Cyrus takes an oddly calm, shallow breath. He prods. "A real what?"

"Cyrus..."

"A real what, Reed? A real guy?"

"I...I didn't say that." Reed tries to defend.

Cyrus closes his eyes momentarily. When he opens them again, tears are falling down his face. "You didn't have to say it...I know what you meant. I thought you were one of the few people who actually accepted me 100% without a doubt. I was wrong. " Reed tries to reach for Cyrus' hand but is rejected.

With that, Cyrus turned and ran out of the house into the rain. Reed called after him but he did not stop. He didn't stop running until his body instinctively led him to TJ's door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"I'm going to kick his fucking ass..." TJ spit out. He has never wanted to do something more.

"Teej, please don't. He isn't worth it..." Cyrus pleads softly as he turns his head awkwardly to meet TJ's face for the first time in a while.

TJ responds by whispering. "Okay...but Cy, you know what he said wasn't true, right?"

Cyrus feels a pange of sadness radiate from his chest. In a voice that TJ has to strain to hear, he whimpers "I guess...it’s just..." he voice becomes overrun by sharp sobs he can't control. His cheeks were stained with tears as he tries to continue. "I'm so stupid..."

TJ turns so he can throw both arms around his hurting friend. "No...no you're not..." He traces soothing circles over Cyrus' back.

"TJ, I...I am." He continues to cry as he speaks. "Part of me is so scared that no one will ever really love me....like the whole me. The reason I kept taking Reed back was because I thought... despite whatever he did...I thought, he at least didn't see me as some freak. I thought he saw me like he would see any cis guy... But I was wrong." Cyrus can't talk anymore. The tears overwhelmed him, and he is burying his face into the other boy's shoulder. He notices the vague scent of citrus that always seemed to radiate off TJ's skin.

TJ pulls him closer somehow, holding on so tight that he was threatening never to let go. "I'm so sorry...I'm sorry..."

Cyrus lifts his head slightly, staying in the jock's arms. " I should be apologizing for ruining your night with my drama...I'm sorry...and..thank you..."

"No problem Cy...but please don't apologize. You could never ruin my night..."

Cyrus felt his heart skip a beat as his words got caught in the back of his throat. The feelings that he always tried to suppress for his best friend came bubbling up. It was hard not to want TJ especially when he was being so sweet and kind. But Cyrus had been dating Reed so he always ignored the way he felt for TJ.

But...now he is single...maybe he could....

TJ noticed how Cyrus had seemingly zoned out. "Muffin...what are you thinking about?"

Cyrus blushes at the familiar nickname. He is hoping TJ can't tell through the redness and tear streaks from crying. He answers in a hesitant voice. "You actually... I don't know how I got so lucky to have you in my life...Like I've never had someone I care about so much. Don't get me wrong, I love Jonah, and Marty, and Amber, and of course Buffy and Andi...but with you its different. When I came here, I wasn't consciously thinking about it. My body just brought me here, like you were the only person I wanted to talk to after what happened."

Now it was TJ's turn to blush and it was very obvious as he smiles down at the floor, arms still around his the cute, awkward, sweet, dork he has loved since the 7th grade. He looks back up, eyelids fluttering for a moment before making eye contact with Cyrus.

"You make me want to be around you, Cyrus. You are just the best person I know. And...and...I hate Reed so much. And a big part of the reason why was because I didn't like how he would always hurt you. You didn't deserve that." He pauses briefly trying to decide if he was going to continue. But Cyrus stares at him intently, so he continues.. "But a small part of me hates him for another reason. I'm jealous of him. He got to be your boyfriend and I was just the best friend. And I love being that to you, I really do. But also...I wanted to be the one who got to hold your hand, the one to take you on dates, to kiss you... I would never make you feel bad about who you are. I love every part of you. I would never hurt you. I would never take you for granted, Underdog.”

“TJ…” Cyrus whispers. “Do…do you mean that?”

“Cyrus, why do you think I have never dated anyone? Its not like I’m short on options. “ TJ smirks playfully. But Cyrus knows he is right. The other gay guys(and of course girls) fawn over TJ. Who could blame them though? TJ keeps on. “I just have only had eyes for one person, but up until now they were taken.” TJ lean forward, face inches from Cyrus’. “God, you are so cute.”

Cyrus meet TJ’s gaze nervously. “Really? Even though I’m…”

TJ cuts him off before he can finish. “Yes of course. That doesn’t matter to me, you know that. It never has.”

Cyrus blushes. “TJ, I think…no I know. I love you so much…not just love you. I am in love with you”

TJ practically chokes on the breathe he didn’t even know he was holding. He gives the other boy a little smile that tells Cyrus that TJ is just as much in love with him. The basketball player reaches his hand out, cupping the brunette’s cheek. He softly asks. “Can you kiss me?”

Cyrus bites his bottom lip before nodding. He leans forward slowly and gently places his lips against TJ’s. It feels delicate and soft, almost like he is afraid to break TJ into a million pieces. He knows that this is his friend’s first kiss. When he pulls away, TJ is smiling at him like he has just seen him in a brand new light. The taller boy whispers “Thank you…for that…for making that happen for us.” The more words that leave his mouth, the redder he gets.

“No problem, Teej…and if you want, we can do that more often.” Cyrus winks.

“I think I would like that…” TJ replies before pulling Cyrus into his arms. Something tells Cyrus that he doesn’t plan to let go anytime soon.

#Andi Mack #tj x cyrus #tyrus #tj kippen #cyrus goodman #trans!Cyrus #cyrus trans

65 notes · View notes

phoenix-oasis · 4 years

Text

Mirrors Saga

Genre: angst for sure

Pairing: Jackson x female OC, Jackson x female reader in 3rd person

Warning: toxic relationship, mopey and sad Jackson after break up

Word Count: 1251

Summary: Jackson goes back to LA with the boys, five of who don’t want to talk to him, unless they have to. He runs into her again, but can he keep himself from giving in to temptation again?

Five story in Mirrors Saga.

DWAY –Titanic – Bad Back – Unless I’m With You – Bullet to the Heart – Faded – On the Rocks – I Love You 3000

Masterlist

Bullet to the heart

She had a new lover in her life. One week, that’s how long it had taken her to find a new lover. She had played him, for two god damn years. All the things that he had done, all the people that he had let down, all the fans that he had lost, all because of her.

Got7 were in LA, for their show there, and he wasn’t looking forward to it. As soon as he and Yugyeom and Youngjae got to the Ritz-Carlton, the receptionist gave him the key to the presidential suite. Before Jackson could say anything, the receptionist moved on to Youngjae. With a sigh, Jackson grabbed Yugyeom, and pulled him down the hall.

“Stay with me,” he said, as they made their way to the elevators.

“I don’t want to,” Yugyeom said, pouting. “I was going to try to stay alone, so that I can face my fear of staying alone.”

“The room has two bedrooms. You stay in one, I will stay in the other, and I will leave you alone. Just stay with me.”

When the two got into the suite, Jackson went to the other room, the one he had never used with Scarlet, and he left that room to Yugyeom. Jackson threw his things onto the floor, and he lied back on the bed.

This suite smelled just like he remembered. There was a sweet flowery, sometimes even fruity odor that permeated the suite’s living area, and that brought Scarlet right to his mind. Instantly anger permeated his being.

He got out of bed, and he grabbed the first thing within reach, and he launched it into the wall. That thing happened to be a lamp. It hit the wall, and shattered into a million pieces. The door opened, and Yugyeom rushed in, his eyes wide with fright, and he looked from Jackson to the lamp.

“Hyung, are you ok? What happened?” Yugyeom asked, making his way to Jackson.

“Don’t’ worry about it,” he answered, before he walked out of the room.

“Hyung!” Yugyeom cried out, as Jackson grabbed a key, and walked out of the hotel room.

Jackson walked over to a café close to the hotel, and he sat down after ordering. He just wanted to relax. He wanted to be able to walk around LA without that woman muddling his thoughts. She had successfully gotten into his head, and he was being consumed by Scarlet and her memory.

“Well, if it isn’t Jackson Wang.”

He closed his eyes, hating the way that her sultry, deep, velvety voice made his body react. He shifted slightly, his pants suddenly uncomfortable. Then he turned to look at her. Her lips were her signature ruby red, she wore a tight, black, leather skirt with a leopard print top. She completed the look with a red, leather jacket.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“I was just in the neighborhood,” she said, sitting down across from him.

“Yeah, sure, sit down,” he said, looking away from her.

“Don’t be bitter, Jackson.”

“I just wish I’d known,” he answered, standing up.

“Known?” Scarlet asked, as she stood up too.

Jackson got his coffee, and walked out of the café. Unfortunately for him, she followed him out. She fell into step beside him, looped her arm through his, and took his coffee from him. She took a sip, leaving her red lipstick on the lid of the cup, before she handed it back to him.

“No, please, keep it,” he said, shaking his head. He removed his arm from hers, and glared at her. “I wish I knew that you were an actress. I fell in love with your impression.” He shook his head. “You just don’t see, do you?”

“I never pretended to be anything other than what I was,” she said, tilting her head to the side. “I was only after your body, just like you told me.”

“No, you acted like you were after my body, and sex,” he said, turning to keep walking down the street. “You were after my money and my fame, my prestige. Everything that I sacrificed for, my blood sweat and tears went into my work, and you wanted it all.” He grinned humorlessly. “You know what’s funnier, if you had just loved me, I would have given it all to you, every single thing.”

Her eyes widened, and unexpected tears filled her eyes. “You would have gotten tired of me, just like my husband did.” She shrugged, as a tear fell. “So I learned to use people, and to take what I wanted. So what?”

“I hate you so much,” he said, lightly shaking his head. “You had me staring down a barrel, with my life in your hands. Everything that I did, the people that I hurt, the fans that I lost, it was all because you asked me to. Imagine what I would have given you, if you had actually loved me.”

“I cared about you, whether you believe it or not.”

“I don’t,” Jackson said, shaking his head.

He walked away, but she followed him. “I stayed with you for two years!” she said, getting in his path. “You think I would have stayed for two years with you, if I didn’t care?”

“As long as I had money and fame, you would have,” Jackson answered, shrugging. “I see that now. You and I we were toxic with each other. You brought out the absolute worst in me. I hurt the people who cared about me the most, because you wanted me to. I hurt you, several times, because being with you made me so angry.”

Jackson looked at her one more time, before he walked away from her. Jackson was halfway to the hotel, before Scarlet got in his way again. Jackson looked at her incredulously, but she stood her ground.

“Are you really going to walk away from me?” she asked.

He gave her another humorless laugh, looked away for a second, before he looked at her again. “What does it matter? You already found another. I wish I could tell him all that I know about you. You’re nothing more than an elegant assassin. Locked and loaded, you found your target, you marked him. I’m just glad that I’m not your victim anymore.”

“I’ll leave him, if you come back to me,” she said, a frown marring her beautiful features. “Just come back to me.”

“I don’t want you anymore,” he said, walked around her, and walked into the hotel.

When he got to the suite, he was greeted with JB, Jinyoung, Mark, and Yugyeom. They looked at him, as Yugyeom rushed to his side. He hugged him, and Jackson smiled. There was one of the whole group who never gave up on him and that was Yugyeom. He put his arms around him, and patted his back. When he moved back, Yugyeom looked worried.

“I’m fine, Gyeom,” he said, nodding. “I got my closure from her today.”

“What does that mean?” Mark asked.

“I ran into her. She offered, and I refused.” He took in a deep breath, and looked around the room. “I want to apologize to you all.” He cleared his throat, as emotions were getting the better of him. Tears fell from his eyes, and he swallowed hard. “I know that I messed up, and that I’ve been messing up for two years.” His voice broke, and the guys teared up too. “I love you guys, all of you guys. You’re my brothers, and I’m sorry that I hurt you.”

“Jackson,” Mark said, before he sighed. “You’re an idiot sometimes, but you know that you’re like my brother. We will always be here for you, even when you’re acting like an ass.”

“Group hug!” Yugyeom shouted, before he jumped Jackson’s back.

Mark joined in, then Jinyoung, and finally JB. They landed on a pile on the floor, before the door opened, and BamBam and Youngjae walked in. When they saw the dogpile of people on Jackson, they looked at one another, and yelled before running to join in.

“What are we dogpiling Jackson for?” BamBam asked, looking down at Jackson’s face, which was turning red. “What are we celebrating?”

“Jackson admitted he was being a butthead,” Mark answered.

“Yay Butthead Jackson Hyung,” Youngjae said, bouncing on BamBam, and the others.

The others shouted in protest, but Jackson hadn’t been happier in a very long time. Despite being crushed to death by the closest thing to brothers that he had, he was happier.

#Jackson Wang #mirrors #bullet to the heart #album story #angst #fluff #toxic relationship #jackson wang angst #jackson wang fluff

14 notes · View notes