#davis rider fic

[artificialbreezy]

as discussed, here is multiple best friend!Davis thoughts ft thoughts @alloraiona triggered

SFW and NSFW thoughts under the cut ◡̈

best friend Davis absolutely has every one of your orders saved. doesn’t matter where it’s to, has them all saved. and if your order changes based off mood? he’s got those saved too.

he takes you on tour, at first you were just a guest. just helping wherever they needed you at. now they can’t tour without you, they call you tour mom. (you just work with Matt up close and personal)

your bunk is always under his, and he always goes to the bus before he picks you up. he’s gotta have time to get all your snacks and drinks and goodies ready for you.

you guys met at a con, so the nerd in you both is so thrilled. he doesn’t care if you aren’t home, or if you’re in another country. when that new marvel movie comes out bet your ass he has the tickets, your outfits and the time READY

totally have matching bracelets, like those string friendship bracelets we all made back in the day. you’ve worn them since the first time you hung out and you just make copies of them whenever they fall off.

marvel movie binges are often. you’re an avengers gal, he’ll start the timeline beginning to end just so he can watch you fall asleep as soon as age of ultron starts just so he has an excuse to pull you closer to him

he swears you’re just friends

but when the next morning comes and you’re half asleep in the booth with Matt and he walks up with a large coffee just the way you want and a big smile on his face

everyone is putting pieces together

“went to bed late sweets, got you this and a sandwich whenever Matt lets you out of this box.” and he’ll kiss your head and walk away

Matt’s just 👀🤔😏

“we’re just friends!” you’d swear even though your heart definitely picked up the second his lips were on your head

and he’s your phones wallpaper you’re also his

and maybe that’s when little pieces click, is when you leave your phone unlocked on the table by him

“why’s that your wallpaper?”

“it’s my two favorite boys, duh.”

and now HIS heart is beating really fast and he doesn’t know why. you’re just his bestest friend who he can’t stop thinking about and he wishes he could call when he’s alone and stuck in his hotel room, who also looks so fucking good in his clothes it makes him want to explode

oh my god. he’s attracted to his best friend

that’s when his body move faster than his brain, his lips are on yours in an instant

“can’t just say that shit, sweets.”

and it’s like a breath of fresh air for him when you kiss him back. like a piece of his soul is right where it’s meant to be

“i’d love nothing more than to keep kissing you, but i know the guys are gonna be back any second and i really don’t want them seeing you on my lap getting needy.”

and the second you’re off his lap, and right under his arm in they come

and you both look like you got caught doing something you’re not supposed to

you excuse yourself, too awkward to handle the rest of them right now. hand just sitting on your lips as you walk out.

Davis is QUICK to text you, “promise when we get a hotel room again i’ll do it again and i won’t leave you hanging.”

Matt CACKLES when he realizes how quick Davis’ phone was out.

“did we interrupt something?”

“fuck off Matt.”

[kaliforniahigh]

✨CUNTYYYY✨ (in more ways than one)

[nerdieforpedro]

Wednesday WIP

I was tagged by @wannab-urs @for-a-longlongtime and @pedroshotwifey so let's see if I can figure this game out... 🥸

Step one: Post Snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet)

I picked my top five (yes five, I switch around a lot and have random ideas. This is Nerdie. 👀). Some of them I have mentioned before, I came back to them because my smut fairy 🧚‍♀️ came back thanks to @magpiepills and her Javier Pena being a whore (affectionately and very interested what happened with the pantyhose)

1. Two Hearts on the Ocean - Javi G x (Abigail) OFC

Abigail and Javier sipped their tea while chatting about the last movie and how both of them had fallen asleep. Expressing his displeasure at falling asleep during a Nicolas Cage movie, Abby confessed that she had fallen asleep during ‘Ghost Rider’ before and this was the first time she’d been awake through the whole movie so he shouldn’t feel bad. Javier told her that it was because he was here with her to keep her awake. She agreed that he was likely right.  They planned to re-watch ‘The Sorcerer's Apprentice’ another day and Javi walked her to her room after stopping off in the kitchen on the way to drop off the mugs. It felt like earlier in the day when he’d walked her to her hotel room though he wouldn’t be so far away this time. She gave him a peck on the cheek and said goodnight as Javier did the same.

2. Roc & Doc - Tim Rockford x (Doc) OFC

“I think you should send Tim a picture of yourself in your outfit. Show him what he’s missing out on by sitting at home in his boxers or sleeping in his office gazing lovingly at his murder board.” This elicited you to choke on your punch and put a hand to your chest.

“I-I- who is that fun for exactly?! What is wrong with everyone this week?!” Knocking back the rest of your drink and pouring yourself more, you’re holding onto the table to keep yourself upright. “First the damn notebook, a bone song, now I find out and meet…”

3. Diddle your Dieter to Disco - Dieter Bravo x plus size female reader

“There’s my Kit Kat. I was trying to entertain myself while waiting for you. I wanted to surprise you.” His face laid against your stomach, giving it a soft kiss as his hands roamed. You took the glitter and poured two quarter sized glops on his back to which he hissed at the sudden cold from your hands spread along his shoulder blades and down his spine, spreading the silver glitter slinging it onto his skin. Now in the different lights, the sparkles danced across his skin, Dieter moaned from your touch, digging his hands into your thighs as you continued to massage his back. “Fuck…yes baby. What are you putting back there?” He asked as one hand snaked under your skirt and squeezed one of your ass cheeks, he enjoyed his hand sinking into your plush skin. 

(Smut below the break - FYI)

4. Foul Play - Javier Pena x Aria Davis (plus size OFC)

Aria headed straight home after meeting Javier. It needed to be while his memory was fresh in her mind: His voice telling her he wants her, to grab her, hold her, bend her, mold her, mark her, whispering to her as he’s deep inside of her. His grin as he told her to undress. Maybe as she stood before him as he laid back on the bed, waiting for her to come to him. His moan from his first bites of his food. Could he make that same sound with her? His hands messy with the grease from the empanada. He had wiped them off but she could picture him licking them. His pink shirt and jeans clinging to his slim body from the humidity.

5. Florida Heat - Dave York x Santiago Garcia

Dave is aware that his moan is too loud. He should not be feeling it this much, he hated it and was trying to plan how to turn the tables of Santiago. To see him break apart before him as he was doing right now, in his hand were both of their throbbing shafts. He was certain if he could hold out a bit longer, Garcia would climax first. He could then use his recovery to overstimulate him. Pull his curls, toward him as he fingers Santi’s ass with lube, stretching him so he can prod his entrance with his cock and slowly…Dave felt it on his face first, a small splatter before the ropes landed on his chest and stomach. He was panting from the picture in his head of Santiago Garcia whining for him to fuck his round and full ass. One of them had climaxed. One of them relaxed. One of them was laughing.

Step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on

Step three: Every vote is one minute you put on a timer to work on that fic (ex. 15 votes =. 15 minutes of writing)

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[lunar-gl1tch]

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stickers tagged me...

Current time: 19:43

Anything you’ve been doing lately: I wrote two fics back to back and i am kind of embarrassed by how much it took out of me

Anything you intend to do later: i wanted to stream with kinsey but rn i feel like im gonna pass out so we'll see

Anything you recently watched or played: i watched Kamen Rider Ryuki and it has rearranged my brain chemistry to think only of Shinji Kido

Anything you want to watch or play: I'm working my way through the end of Wizard and then I'm gonna start Changerion. maybe Blade, too. davis and neck have been making great arguments for me to start Garo but i don't know if i have the spoons lol

tagging.... @decadentmousse @heated-drama-between-men @darinyan @werewolfcandy

[daddycest-hub]

Interesting... ;3

What are your Taboo Thoughts on:

Kenneth Davis Jr.?

Kris Furillo?

Matt Ritter?

Pablo Betart?

and/or

Wildfire? ;3

Hmmmmm, specific thoughts.....

I think:

Junior has an extensive porn and kink collection hidden in that big house of his ;)

Kris has a massive praise kink and her love for horses has as much to do with their massive cocks as it does with riding them ;)

Matt Ritter is a shy boy, but with a very lustful imagination ;) I know you haven't gotten to this plot yet but there's a story where Kris has to sleep in his room for a while and I think he has a lot of fun with that (I actually have a fic drafted of this....)

Pablo is a domineering man who can tame any wild horse.... or woman ;)

What about you? ;) What do you think?

ETA: i forgot Wildfire ;-; shame on me

I think Wildfire is an absolute stud (canon making him sterile later isn't real) with a mischevious streak ;) The kind that has him getting out of his stall and stealing his rider's clothes ;)

[griffin-wood]

i'll give you the best years.

pairing: naya x rider (@wayhavenots oc!)

a/n: probably.......the longest one-shot i ever wrote. forgive me y'all...i think this could be like one tv show episode :sob:. Also, song inspos : 5sos - best years, better - Khalid. and there's this one scene from the book twisted hate kinda inspired one particular line in this story aha! pd, i hope u like it <3 enjoy! (FORGIVE ME FOR GRAMMAR ERRORS, WE DIE LIKE HEROES HERE.)

-

Naya walked into the room, no scowl - no anything, just a wide satisfied Naya-certified smile on her face. Greeting everyone in the room, a different person entirely. But, she doesn't care at all, the looks were amusing to her - and it's worth the excitement. She's finally opening herself up to dating, in other words; seeing somebody. She met someone, a good person she believes; and they decided to meet tonight. And ecstatic is an understatement.

"Did the world just turn around, or did the Naya Davis just smile at everyone?" And there it is, the source of her somewhat annoyance, named Rider McQueen. Slicked back hair, smug smile, beautiful eyes - also, perhaps a nice ass too. She turns her head to face her damned co-worker there and smiles. A bit too snarky, a bit too smug to match with his.

"I apparently scored myself a date, Mcqueen. It's a win for me, don't you think?" She begins to walk away from him, as his eyes widen at the word 'date'. He absentmindedly followed her steps to where their desks are. Hers is opposite to his, to his damned luck, unfortunately. But, the word 'date' still lingers on his mind, as Naya begins to fiddle around her files.

He wanted to ask himself, why does he feel the sudden disappointment. Like his heart has been shattered by that reality, maybe it's the harboring crush in him. Who would've thought, he would fall for Naya out of everyone. The one he always taunted every day, and he enjoys those little moments of them - the rarest moment where he saw the amusement in her smile during their patrols, their banters and there she is, she's going on a date with someone. Someone who is not him.

He clears his throat as Naya turns her back to him, passing the files his way. Putting his head up, a smile on his face. A teasing smile of his, a facade he hopes.

"Well, good luck on the date Davis. Tell us all about it will ya?" He says and walks away before she could reply with the banter of her own. Work fills his mind the whole day, questions engulfing in a way. He did his job, but unanswered questions tend to linger for far too long.

Hours passed, and there was no in-between banter at the coffee machine. Nothing during lunch hours, the station is uncharacteristically quiet. It's a rarity of quiet for him, and Naya too. Even Tina kept on glancing at them both, somehow confused by the sudden shift.

He did not notice, it was already past five. Naya had left a few moments ago, he heard squeals and giggles of excitement between her and Tina. He guesses, she's prepping herself for the night, he solely wonders; who's the mystery person? What will she wear? What they will do? Questions that shouldn't be inhibiting in his mind, he should not be thinking those. He should be focusing on the next painting perhaps, a new drawing, something old - something new, and his thoughts were interrupted as Tina came crashing in with an 'i know what's going on, but you're gonna tell me after all' look and he sighs.

"I thought the world has gone to a flip today."

"Don't be too surprised actually." He tries to be nonchalant, but hey, Tina sees through him anyway.

"So...do you wanna talk about it?"

She smiles, as he sighs. It's going to be a long evening.

-

It's almost 8:30 p.m. She's here, she's prepared. Maybe that's her one chance again, to open up. A chance to let someone in, and the person she's meeting tonight going to change that. They've been exchanging texts a lot lately, for someone who never smiled on her phone for far too long - this was a very unsettling development.

She left early, as her shift does that day. A very lucky day and she gets herself ready. Quite excitedly as one does for a date. A special occasion they say. Her dress is ready for the night, and her hair was curled; she realizes it's been a while since she has dolled up for a date. It feels weirdly right.

The restaurant was filled, it was a Friday night after all. They made reservations, they did plan it all. But, sometimes; plans are not enough. It's the effort that counts, and she did not think this through. The tables around her were filled with smiles and giggles, and there she was; with such hope within herself. For the first ten minutes, she lets it slide, hoping it was a mistake. Hoping the person takes a wrong turn and is on their way. For another ten minutes, as she sat taking a small sip of the red wine, wondering did something happened along the road, maybe a road construction? As she sips the next few glasses, she wasn't tipsy as one should be. Her metabolism helps her with it, but the time went by, she realizes the person isn't coming at all. She notices the looks passersby gave her, the waiters - as they pour her a new glass of red wine.

She should have known, it's never going to happen for her. She knows, she shouldn't give up that easily, but hope is something she gave up a long time ago. But, she's still Naya. Naya Davis, she would not let anyone see her this way. She stands up, with a strut of confidence in her; and takes a final sip before paying the bill, ignoring all the curious looks that were sent her way.

'Walk away with confidence, never let people see you at your weakest.' Her mind replayed the mantra, as she takes a cab for the night. Destination unknown.

-

Unknown, lead her to the station. Even in distress, work was her distraction. And, without her trusty bike for the night - work was the second available option. The cab driver checked on her a few times, as she stares outside the window. Mellow is different from her true self. She walked out of the restaurant in her way, yet one cannot stand strong for far too long. Her shoulders sag as she sat down in the cab, asking for a distraction. The cab driver drove everywhere, the old man sympathize with her but did not say a thing. She's grateful, as she steps into the station. Empty, only a few dimmed lights.

She takes off her coat, before taking a seat. She begins, a distraction; as the dimmed light covers her weakness from the world. That's one of the moments where she does not want anyone to see, and... the footsteps coming into the room prepare to prove that notion to be untrue.

"Tina, I thought you have left. What..." His words stopped, along with his tracks at the sight of Naya wiping her tears away. She straighten herself up and continues to work as if she did not just cry in front of him. Well, cry is a large word, she prefers; possibly teared up.

"I'm just working on some extra work from earlier." She continues as if the act was something that did not exist. The moment before did not exist, as Rider walks towards his seat. Facing Naya, they both somewhat let the quiet take over. She did not want to explain why she was getting teary-eyed over a date who stood her up. She would not let him get to her, but her eyes lingers on him a little. His clothes are a bit messy from earlier today, but he somehow still manages to pull off adorable, and she mentally slaps herself for even thinking about how good her co-worker who is sitting on the opposite of her looks.

He saw her through the corner of his eye, and he controls himself from smiling. He fakes a cough before his eyes and gaze fall towards him for a moment. Observing even for a split second, even under the dimmed light, the red shines brightly from her outfit. It's bright, and bold just like Naya, herself. And her hair, much more curly by the strands of it - maybe she did her hair before, and her face; the tear stains can be visible if he is in the distance where one's kissing someone. Not that he thought of it, thought of kissing her lips every time she said something very intellectual or during the moments, he caught her off-guard, laughing; smiling. He wants to be the reason for that smile, and he wants her to keep on smiling too. The image of her under the dimmed light, and he guesses, the date did not arrive.

Crap, that person stood her up.

The realization made him frown, as Naya gaze up at him; meeting his eyes. An understanding passed between them, as Rider stood up; leaving the room - leaving her there on her own once again.

"Tina, a favor for a favor; it's time for you to pay my dues." He says confidently outside of the station, something of an old favor that she brought up on him to use whenever. And now seems to be a good time for it.

-

Naya continues her work, before Rider stepping into view once again. He takes a seat on the opposite of her, but his gaze lands on her. The work pile from before was abandoned.

"follow me." He simply says, earning a raised of an eyebrow from Naya herself as she did not trust his orders. What if he is playing a trick..but alas, curiousity wins. She takes her jacket too, and her pouch in hand following him outside of the station.

She follows his steps, a stop in front of his car. As he stops her there, a few inches behind - as he turn around to reveal a full filled...picnic basket. Not a typical picnic basket she thinks, he holds it out in front of her as she took a peek. There's a lot of random stuff mixed together, this wasn't a plan; well it was a pretty recent plan she believes. And there's only one person she can associate with on finding her favorite sweets in there, and the person is Tina Poname.

"what's with the basket?" This is very very adorable, she thought. But she wouldn't say that to his face.

Before he could answer, another familiar voice appears out of nowhere and their heads turn in surprised. Naya is super amused, while Rider tries his best to shoo one Tina away.

"Enjoy you fellow lovebirds, I'll close up the station tonight."

-

With Tina away from their vision, Rider opens up the door for Naya to get in. As the amused smile still painted on her face at his embarrassment.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere..fun." He simply says that the journey itself was indeed an interesting one. She never knew this place existed, as Rider steps out of the car, she immediately follows. There are a couple of can sprays of paint scattered in the corner, and a few graffiti drawings - a deja vu towards their patrol. The night she kissed him, and.. he returns it too. The R.M initial painted in black made her quirk up a little, before Rider walks forward, with the basket in hand.

She walks alongside him, with her heels in hand; somehow she gave up on it halfway through the night. She follows him to the area, somewhat a large rooftop; however, it's tended with a few flowers grown too.

"What is this place?"

"The Rider-cave, or known as a breathing place of my own. The paintings are mine, however, the plants were there since I found it. So, why not take care of it." He explains before they take a seat on a ledge as Rider places the basket in between them.

She stands there still, somehow reluctantly.

"Come on over."

"What's these all about actually? Is this a plan to bury my body somewhere huh?" She says, somehow curious. Just, why?

He laughs for a moment, she felt herself shiver at the sound of loud laugh in the night. "Oh no, you figured out my plan don't ya Davis?" He chuckles again before clearing his throat at the raised of an eyebrow thrown his way.

"I..I wanted to cheer you up. And, this is apparently my idea of cheering someone up. Also, I vouched for Tina to get those favorite chocolates of yours." he says sheepishly, somewhat not meeting her eyes. He's looking at the view in front of him instead of hers. What a sight to be seen, as Naya slowly makes her way to the other side of the seat. The basket is opened, as Rider is still looking at the view. She takes a seat, and she placed the heels on the side. The chocolates, the ones she tends to take between works are there, a whole packet of them. She smiles at the sight of it before she turns to face the view as well mirroring Rider's actions.

"The view is actually a jackpot to be honest" Naya begins, breaking the silence between them.

"One of the hidden gems of wayhaven." He smiles too before he passed one of the chocolates her way. She takes it gratefully, somehow - a moment of silence continues, contrasts to their banter in the station. Only munching sounds to be heard, as they both devour the chocolate.

-

"Thank you for the chocolates McQueen." She says, before Rider stops her mid-sentence.

"the food needs to be devoured first and then you can thank me Davis. I'll accept in all forms, cash, compliments, cases even" He says winking at her before passing the next meal; something of a pastry she believes, and apparently some quick foods. And afterward, it becomes normal. Not their usual normal, a normal where they were comfortable, no rivalry for a position, no name talking, only them, good food, and just rider talking filling the time. She listens intently, letting out chuckles and smiles in between. She still couldn't believe he did this for her - she kept herself quiet for a moment first, letting the thought cloud her mind before it could (possibly) ruin the moment.

They sat there a moment, and she turns to face him. Her knees buckled, and Rider felt her eyes on him. Hazel eyes watch him from a fair close distance, one distance that does not seem very far.

"one question."

Rider downs his drink, before turning to face her.

"Why did you do all these for me?" The tense Naya has disappeared, she's much amused - forgetting her date-less night hours ago. The memory has dissolved in her mind ever since they got here, and she never thought of a night with one Rider Mcqueen.

He takes another bite of their food, trying to somewhat answer or avoid. A bit of both, before he begins to say.

"Because you'd be sad and weird to be around if I didn't. And, you know. I like being around you when you're not sad. When you're snarky and laughing and smile like the sun, for just a second, before you have to be Cool Naya again." He clears his throat. "Plus I was hungry and bored, so." Shrugging it off, like it was nothing - but, it wasn't nothing.

"You think I am cool then?" She says, ignoring the rest of the sentence. A small smile, as she takes a bite of the...pastry she thinks.

"Duh, Cool Naya; bossing others around - it's a funner side to see. And we got food. Cool Naya, food, and me. What a combo don't you think?" He prides himself a bit, making her laugh again. He swears, that's the best sound he ever heard since the few times he witness it. He once did made her laugh, and that moment follows by a lip-lock of their own. The possibility of that outcome, is unknown; he believes mostly to zero. But, seeing her smile - well, that's a full 100. That's perfection in his eyes. And he smiles, mirroring hers. Bigger, wider, just as he wants to be.

"It's a very interesting combo. So, who's the main dish here?" She asks as Rider felt himself choke upon the food he's munching on. She laughs even harder, just to poke on the man himself. She quickly pass the water to him, and she smiles.

"I think you're particularly dressed to be the main dish there Davis." He says, eye-ing the dress. Somehow, his voice got caught within his throat. Somehow, under the skies - he got to see her clearly. A version of an evil in a red dress. She's always been an angel, with a heart of gold, and that devillish red lipstick of hers. As, her eyes widen at the comment, before she smiles a little.

"Well, I do tend to dress to impress Mcqueen. Did I make an impression on you then?" She replies with quite a flirtatious tone he believes.

Rider Mcqueen is speechless. The man is tongue-tied. And, the source was the person sitting on the opposite of him. Naya freaking Davis, and to answer her question. Yes, yes she did make an impression to him for as long as he could remember.

"Yes, yes you did." His voice is quiet, slow, as Naya's laughter fades with his voice. Only to be met with his eyes, vulnerable to her. Only to her, something he never wants her to see.

The quiet lingers, as Naya turns to face forward. Her eyes watched the car below, cruising across the road. The banter is over, as vulnerability engulfs them both. To admit such a thing, was a bold move for him. And she decides to do the same.

"I...the person stood me up. And, they disappeared. I called, no one's there to answer. It somehow felt like a trick, a trick to me." She begins to say, as a chuckle escape. That's maybe to clear the tension, and Rider looks at her, with a frown.

"Yeah, so...I got nowhere to go. And, then there I am."

He moves the basket away to his side, before scooting over to her. Just a shoulders length of distance, with their fingers, almost touching. He lets out a breath before he links their pinkies together. She looks down, at their linked pinkies and smalls a little. Her glassy eyes, as his thumb, wiping it away.

'I'll always answer you.' He muttered a few words, she couldn't catch before he smiles again.

"Pinky promises tends to make people smile, so - I hope you don't mind it." He grins her way, as she nods.

"I think I liked it even more."

"The scowly Naya adores pinky promises, I think I have to write this down. Maybe report it for the papers?" He teases her, before he felt a playful punch on his shoulder.

"Shut up Rider." He smiles again, only the fact that's the first time she used his first name. Are they on first name basis? Are they.

"Make me." He says, smiling again her way. Somehow there's a tiny bit of hope has been planted in him, a pinch of deja vu as well.

She chuckles once again, the force pulling her in as her hands are on his cheeks. Closer, where the tear stains are visible in his eyes. The distance, he never thought he would be again. He wants to be closer, closer, and closer. His next words, were an impulse, a sober thought that felt to be said during drunken moments.

"Make me...Naya" he whispers it again - her name included, as they are a breaths away from one another before their lips meet.

Distance. Be. Damned.

-

An empty space, every little space shall be damned at the feel of her lips on his. Kissing her, returning the gesture - as her hands trying so hard not to land on her waist. However, her sudden moves shook him as well. His hands land on her waist, pulling her closer where their chests collided.

This....was not the plan. They did not plan this, yet this is the best outcome they got. Rider makes a mental note, by kissing them is the best way to shut people up. And, he wants to test this theory again and again, as her lipstick was utterly ruined by his lips. And, he liked it better.

He held her there, as they pull away. A look of realization widens through her eyes, as Rider held her there. A steady anchor for her, as she breathes in and out. Is this what she wanted? The kiss that reminds her of one memory, a swindled of a memory. Her lips were on his, under the dark skies. And they are there again, a mutual action because it does take two to tango.

And he kissed her again, and again and again. With every breath she held, he wants every little bit of it. And she returns it too, as the moon was their witness. The basket and everything that's tangible, and there they are - lips intertwined, as she lays her head on his shoulder. A breath of relief, as he held her there.

"I never did see that coming." Muffled whispers escaped her lips.

"Me too" he replies truthfully, what a turn of events for them. He intended to cheer her up, to put that smile on her face - making her Naya again. But, plans changed as the stars align. He realizes, he is looking up - however, with a B in English; he did not know how to describe it in a poetic sense. But, when he looks at her. The stars will be damned, as she raises her head up to meet with his eyes. The stars were dancing within her eyes, and the tear stains were a metaphor for orbits under, spinning, kept on moving, kept on rotating just like she does.

-

They sat there quietly, as the sound of cars below filled their eardrums. Naya lays her head on his shoulder. What a night, what an unexpected night for them.

"I'll always answer you." He says quietly, repeating from before. As she turns to face him.

"I'll always answer you, I would not leave you there alone. I'll buy you your favorite chocolates even if I have to travel across the city. I'll smudge your lipstick in the best way possible.." She chuckles again at that before he continues.

"I'll always answer you. I'll never stop, never will, and never wanted to Davis." He confesses to her, every word orchestrated perfectly.

Words couldn't comprehend her emotions, as she kissed him again. A yes, an 'i know' and everything in between. And she knows, he's telling the truth.

She'll be damned, she'll be damned to let him go. So, she kissed him - again and again, as an alternative for words. All the 26 letters in the alphabet couldn't comprehend, because in her mind - nothing feels better than this.

Nothing feels better than to be seen, to be heard, to be answered by the most unexpected person ever.

-

She takes out her phone, earning a confused look from Rider. As she fiddles around it, she a small smile. Rider however still confused, as a familiar ringtone filled their eardrums.

The man is amused, answering the call. His eyes never left hers, as he begins the conversation.

"Hey." He begins smiling widely her way, as her heart begins to burst. She wanted to bottle the memory up forever, as she replies.

"Hi."

"See. Naya Davis, I'll always answer you."

"I know." She replies through the phone, before ending it again. Rider places the phone away before he leans in forward, taking her hands in his.

"Then, may I?"

She nods, as the moment begins where it ends; with the bad memory forgotten in the back of her mind.

A new mental note, Rider McQueen's lips are quite addictive and she wanted to do it all over again, every day if she could - and one more thing, nothing indeed feels better than this.

And from there on, she got the best years. The best years that were given to none other than him - and, no regrets. And that's the best way of living life, living it with no regrets.

THE END.

[timetoddddavis]

Hi! I’m Davis! You can find me on:

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/timetoddddavis/works

Twitter: https://twitter.com/caiterbits

Itch.io: https://timetoddddavis.itch.io/

I saw @dangerouscommiesubversive had a ‘watched shows’ list as a pin, and thought that sounded like a great idea!

Feel free to drop me an ask about anything I’ve watched, headcanons or ships or whatever, I love talking about shows! I can’t promise I’ll do any prompts, but if you feel like dropping one on me I’ll at least give you my thoughts about it. Click through the jump for the list!

Toku Shows Watched!

Super Sentai

Abaranger

Bioman

Carranger

Gingaman

GoBusters

Gokaiger

Kakuranger

Kyoryuger

Kyuranger

Liveman

LuPat

Magiranger

Timeranger

ToQger

Zenkaiger

Zyuohger

Zyuranger

Kamen Rider

Amazons (s1)

Black

Blade

Build

Den-O

Drive

Fourze

Hibiki (1-29)

J (film)

Kabuto

Kiva

Kuuga

OOO

Revice

Saber

W

Wizard

Ultraman

Decker

Geed

Ginga/Ginga S

Orb

R/B

Tiga

Trigger (DNF)

Ultra Galaxy Mega Monster Battle/NEO

Ultraseven

X

Z

Zero Collection

GARO

Garo

Beast of the Demon Knight

Red Requiem

Garo: Makai Senki

Soukoku no Maryu

Garo Gaiden: Tougen no Fue

Garo: Yami o Terasu Mono

Zero: Black Blood

Garo: Makai no Hana

Goldstorm Sho (film)

Garo: Goldstorm Sho (show)

Bikuu: Yamigirinochi

Garo: Makai Retsuden

Garo: Ashura

Zero: Dragon Blood

Garo: Kami no Kiba

Kami no Kiba: Jinga

Garo: Moonbow Traveler

Other Toku

Dogengers seasons 1 & 2 (the Dogengers are real people and I will not be writing fic about them)

High Speed Parahero Gandine

The High School Hero

Daimajin Kanon

Bishojo Senshi Sailor Moon

Kaiketsu Zubat

Juukou B-Fighter

Ork

Currently Watching

Goranger (hiatus)

Kamen Rider Amazon (hiatus)

Metalder

Ultraman Blazar

Ohsama Sentai Kingohger

Kamen Rider Gotchard

Samurai Sentai Shinkenger

Ultraman Mebius

Hard limits in regards to fic are that I’m not gonna write about anyone who’s a real person, like the Dogengers, and I’m not gonna write any sexual content if a character OR the actor who plays them is minor. I’ll update this section as needed.

[daisybeewrites]

Would you write Philinda with I Want You by Mitski 👀

Congrats by the way!

1. thank youuuuuu!

2. i made this kinda angsty bc,, uh,, the song felt very sad idk i listened to it on repeat. i hope you enjoy! fic below the cut>>

I want you

I hold one card

That i can’t use

“May?” Daisy said, knocking gently. Melinda didn’t speak, staying curled on her side in her bed. She just needed a few days. She had watched him die, right next to her on that beach, and then she was alone. She just needed a few days. Didn’t they get that?

She couldn’t yell because they lost him, too. Daisy lost a father, Fitzsimmons lost a mentor, Mack lost a friend. He was the team’s heart, just like Fitzsimmons was the brain and Mack was their moral compass; Daisy and Elena were the fire and May was the muscle. The team worked as a family, a single unit of limbs and eyes and bones and blood.

But May?

May lost her love.

She just needed some time.

And it’s the end of the world

We’re starting over

May clapped her hands, signaling the end of training for that day. Piper circled the cadets up, leading them while May went to shower off. Today was four months. It felt impossible.

The team had decided to visit his grave in Wisconsin. They had decided it was time to move on.

Daisy and Simmons were about to leave for space. Mack was creating STRIKE teams for future missions, trying to recruit new scientists, and focusing on studying the anomalies popping up all over the globe. Elena was throwing herself into training, trying to ignore that Mack hadn’t come out of his office for weeks. May was helping Piper, Davis, and Daisy get mission-ready while Simmons spent time with Fitz’ mother in Scotland.

It had been four months since the world ended. It was time to move on.

I love you darling

And I am done, dear

Daisy leaned her head on May’s shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist. May would never admit it, but she was okay with it. A hug sounded nice. It pained her that a hug from Daisy or Elena wouldn’t be enough, they didn’t deserve that. But there was really only one person who could make it better, and he was gone.

When Daisy and the rest had gone back to wait in the QJ, May stayed for a while. She didn’t speak, she didn’t really think, either. She just stayed. She was trying to let go.

Loving Phil was painful. The loss hurt, dug deep. It dug just as deep as all their laughs, their cups of tea, and their late nights doing paperwork in his office.

She missed his cologne, and his habit of collecting cool little trinkets, and the quilt he left at the Playground that was now most likely ash.

But she was letting go. Letting go of all of it. And it felt like losing the left side of her body.

You’re in the house

And I am here in the car

“I get nothing from him.”

It can't be him. It can’t be him. It can’t be him. He died.

May walked back up into the Zephyr, still confused. Where the hell were they? Why did she feel so… blank? Who was that imposter back there?

Daisy briefed her later that night. She caught her up with her own death and how Simmons brought her back. It was terrifying. It was eery and sent chills through her veins. All she remembered was being in Izel’s realm, coming back and saving the day, then Daisy bent over her. It was all fuzzy.

She knew he was somewhere on the Zephyr, probably getting briefed as well. But it wasn’t him.

I just need a quiet place

Where I can scream

How I love you

It was too much. There were screams. The room was spinning. Elena was calling her name from another room. When did everyone leave?

Elena grabbed May’s arm, spinning her around to face her.

“May!”

May snapped out of it, the riding bile in her throat replaced by a familiar constriction of her chest. Just nerves.

This was something she could breathe through. Her immediate want was a dark room, quiet. She wanted to walk into Coulson’s office, sit in his spin-chair and pull one of his jackets over her arms. May just wanted some peace.

She wanted Coulson.

I found you

I found the door

But when I stepped through there was no floor

He was right next to her, and she couldn’t feel him. He was joking, talking and laughing. Daisy called him ‘Dad’. He was spitting out niche history facts. He seemed normal.

All May needed was a hint of emotion. Not from some angry guy on the streets of New York, not from the drunks in the bar, not from a flirty General she’d seen projected on a wall before.

She let him go. She got him back. But this wasn’t right.

We’re starting over.

“How’s world-traveling going?” Daisy asked.

May watched Coulson respond, a small smile on his face. She laughed with Fitzsimmons, making a mental note to visit and give Alya those ice skates she had bought her. Mack and Elena left, May rolled her eyes at their obvious flirting. She knew Elena was with Piper and Davis right now. She was glad Mack had asked her to teach at the Academy. Honestly, her joints were starting to scream at her the more she sparred.

Then it was just Coulson and May and Daisy left. She didn’t know what to say. I miss you? I love you? See you when you’re back from space? Ask him to visit?

The last one sounded okay.

“If you’re ever in the area, stop by and give a lecture. The kids would love that.”

So would I.

May twisted the tech on her temple, taking her back to the Academy. She sighed. She missed everything they had been through, from picking up Skye to Puerto Rico to Ghost Rider (maybe she didn’t miss the framework so much…) to Tahiti. It all came back to Phil.

The world had ended, and they were all starting over.

[asterekmess]

Plot Twists & Plagiarism

So, I was talking with some people in my discord *cough* You should join and come talk about Sterek with us. *cough* and realized that I had some feelings that I wanted to share. I'm just copying this from what I posted there, bc I don't have the brainpower to better adjust it for tumblr: I was talking to my husband about how conflicted I feel about being a writer/about the way stuff is viewed within media as 'plagiarism' or 'stealing.' And Furthermore, how that view interacts with the recent issue we've been seeing within media re: Random Plot twists for the sake of "The shock factor."

I know that it's been a common idea/theme that people within the TW fandom (and I know this occurs in lots of big fandoms, that's part of my point) believe that things from fic or fic writers were seen by TW creators and stolen to be used for the show, without giving the Original writers/fans any credit. And I'm not trying to say that they're explicitly wrong. There's no proof either way, and it IS entirely possible that that's occurring. I think SPN is the one people think of the most, because they had an entire episode about SPN cons and used a ton of stuff from the fandom to do with ships and costume choices and headcanons without really acknowledging that they took those ideas from fans who had already created it, which left a lot of fans feeling cheated and Outright made fun of.

So, again, I'm not saying that people who believe that are Wrong, and I'm not saying that it isn't something that's actually happened before.

But.

With recent superhero movies/shows/MCU stuff, people have gotten Super upset lately because of random plot twists that got thrown in the end. I'm not gonna list them because A) i don't watch that shit so i don't know many and B) they're from the end, so they'd probably be spoilers for people. But its a valid issue.

It's incredibly frustrating as a reader to follow a show's plotline and themes and arcs, only to have everything Obliterated in the last episode or two because the creators wanted to be 'original.'

But I get why they do that?

As a writer, even just a fic writer, when I see people headcanon things or point out really obscure meta that I Already HC'd or thought about and either have a WIP about or was going to create a WIP about it, sometimes I get fucking scared.

Because of accusations like I first described. Because even if I already thought of it, if I didn't say it FIRST, but then try to present it as something from my own head, there's fear that someone will accuse me of stealing an idea from another fan.

We talk about how having a plotline that people can guess the ending to doesn't always mean it's bad, it means it makes sense. But then, if we guess the ending, and accuse people of stealing the idea when they DO use that ending, of COURSE they're going to start throwing in fucking plot twists out of the blue, because they want to avoid getting told that they took the idea from someone else.

And I know that some of the stuff is Really specific, but it's also REALLY logical. This is a show with millions and millions of fans, and millions of fics and blog posts and meta ideas. SOMEONE is going to guess the right thing eventually. That doesn't necessarily mean that it was stolen by the show, it means that fan Happened to guess it.

Jeff Davis told fans a lot earlier on that Stiles' name was polish, and hard to pronounce, which is why so many fics had about a billion polish names for him. One of them just happened to be right. It's a fitting name, since it means "sword of glory" and that's dramatic as fuck, just like some of the other names used.

Stiles' jeep being called roscoe is a fan thing, it was never confirmed within canon, even though I think some of the actors said that they liked the name. The fact that it belonged to his mom makes sense because it's an old car, he's SUPER protective of it, and his mom died when he was young. It's the same reason people guess that the Camaro was Laura's or that Derek's jacket was his dad's.

And while it does seem suspicious that the show had a storyline that'd been written about before...it's been written about because it's a Very Popular storyline. Tons of shows, especially ones dealing with magic like TW do the plotline of someone being completely forgotten and having that One Person who remembers them bc True Love or bc Family. I know Stargate has an episode on it, and I'm pretty sure Buffy did too (and davis said buffy was part of his inspiration for the show). So did Charmed. And since TW is established as a show that pulls from a bunch of real, often celtic/nordic myths, using the ghost riders Also makes sense. Even having Lydia be the one to remember him makes sense because she was framed as a love interest for Stiles since the start of TW, even if we weren't fans of it/it wasn't done well.

Again, I'm really not trying to say that people who believe it was taken from fans are Definitely wrong. I won't pretend that there haven't been instances where it Really Did Happen with other shows/media bc it HAS, and TW fans have every right to be suspicious of it.

But I personally am torn, because while I find it incredibly frustrating when we get stupid plot twists out of the blue, I also have the urge to do that with my own FICS bc I saw someone randomly guess the ending/plot point and I'm terrified that if I continue to write it the way I had planned, I'll get accused of stealing the idea from them. We can't simultaneously ask writers/creators to give us logical/reasonable plotlines, and then accuse them of stealing them when they do and we randomly guess what was going to happen.

[artificialbreezy]

i’ve been plagued with Davis thoughts, specifically vocal, munch Davis.

NSFW below the cut ◡̈

Davis gives the loudest head imaginable, don’t fight me. i mean he’s groaning into your cunt while he’s eating you out. whining while he grinds against the mattress. moaning at the taste of you. sighing so happily while his tongue fucks your hole, watching you shake above him. mumbling “fuck it’s so good” and the vibrations go right to your stomach. he’s groaning loud when your thighs clench around his head. his quiet praises against your skin. he’s just vocal.

his arms are holding you down, he needs you still. he doesn’t care that you need to move, this is on his terms. he’s craving this, he needs the sweet taste on his tongue. he needs to dedicate this moment to memorizing how you feel, how you taste, the sounds you make. because for him? this is heaven.

he’d pull away a little, chin wet with your slick. “fuck, you look so pretty. could stay here forever ya know that?”

then he presses a soft kiss to your clit before sucking it softly.

you’re so far gone at this point, small moans falling from your mouth. your legs threatening to close around his head, hands gripping his hair. and he’s grinding his hips so hard now, that about sends you over the edge on its own.

“god, fingers please.” you barely choke out.

“awe, yeah?” he coos at you, “you got such good manners baby.”

he’s teasing you, not giving you what you want. “yeah, whatever you say. please.”

he chuckles at you, “what’s wrong, baby? pussy’s just a little empty huh?”

he slides his finger into you and you gasp. he crooks his finger just enough and you moan loudly, needily, grinding your hips against his hand, his mouth going back to attacking your clit.

“gonna let me have it?” he’s moaning against your cunt. “need it baby, need to feel you cum. cmon, right there.”

his breath is loud when his mouth engulfs your pussy again. you gasp, gripping the sheets. your body goes stiff as you cum, clenching down on his finger so hard. you feel so good, you can’t help the hot tears falling from your eyes. you’re breathless and dizzy by the time he pulls himself off of you.

“god, i fucking love your pussy.” he brings a soft tap to your aching core before crawling up to press a soft kiss to your head.

[kaliforniahigh]

if you imagine them as kids/teenagers, they look like cousins who go to church together for the sole purpose of causing complete chaos

[ceruleanmusings]

oh! do you have any aus? any you wanna tell me about?

Sure thing! All of them for Teen Wolf, which shouldn't come as a surprise at this point considering there's a lot of the plot that can be fixed changed. And of course these all involve Melanie because I can't write for Teen Wolf without my OC involved, except for a few occasions.

1) There's the mini-series I'm writing now with Melanie and Isaac being together in college. It's an AU in the sense that, for it to end up with them at different colleges, Isaac had come back in season four and stuck around so he’s been through the Deadpool, the Dread Doctors, the Beast, the Ghost Riders, and the Anuke-Ite. Rightfully so, he left Beacon Hills without looking back. Though he does go back to California for Melanie, and Scott let’s be honest, and they’re in a long-distance relationship but they make it work. Anything I write for this would be mostly set in Vermont because that’s where I have Isaac move to (because he’s a minor and he HAS to have more family members rather than being whisked away to France with someone who is NOT his legal guardian, Jeff Davis!)

2) Melanie being an alpha werewolf rather than a siren. When I first included Melanie I had thought about her being a werewolf because i found it hard to believe Laura was THE ONLY female werewolf at the time. Like, I get it, hot guys running around being “monsters” but, I mean, girls can be werewolves too. I ended up going with a siren (the bird kind) because it was different from all the other creatures that had been in the show at that point. But, yes, I do have an AU where in season 1, right off the bat, Melanie is revealed to be an alpha werewolf of the Crowe family (her father’s a werewolf, her mother’s a human ex-hunter). They had a liaison with the Hales so she knew Cora, Laura, and Derek since she was young and knew of the fire which is what brought them (the Crowes) to Beacon Hills in the first place. She’s out the night Scott and Stiles find the dead body, fearing that it was Laura because she’d gone radio silent for a while. She brings Erica along because Erica already knows about werewolves and then everything unfolds from there. Erica, Isaac, and Boyd are brought into the world of werewolves much sooner through Melanie. So it starts out kind of following the show but it deviates from there fast because, well, there’s a teen alpha werewolf trying to keep Scott safe while also trying to figure out the REAL alpha werewolf is that’s killing everyone when the finger is pointed at her.

3) Then there’s my lacrosse fic AU. It’s strictly AU in that there are no werewolves/supernatural/powers. They’re all human and they’re all teens in high school, with the exception of Derek and Jordan and other older figures. Allison, Erica, Boyd, and Aiden are alive, all the teens attend Beacon Hills High, and the Cyclones lacrosse team rejects Scott, Stiles, and Melanie so they form their own lacrosse team. It’s comprised of them, Isaac, Boyd, Malia, Kira, and Liam. It’s set in junior year because I need Liam there and the whole focus is the new underdog team coming together and moving through the state championship ranks to meet the Cyclones in the finals to see who wins. So, it’s very Mighty Ducks-esque. I’ve always wanted to write a sport fic and now here’s my chance.

4) Melanie being a hunter rather than a siren. This would make her and Allison childhood friends since their mothers were in the same hunter group before the Crowes deflected. This happened about a year before season 1; when Allison shows up at the start of season 1, Melanie and her family are on edge knowing it can’t be good for the Argents to be in Beacon Hills. Though, on Allison’s end, she just wants her friend back and wants to know why they had a falling out. Which also gets more complicated when she learns the new beta werewolf in town is her good buddy, Scott McCall.

So these are more AUs of my own fics rather than AUs of actual canon but I’m not really a canon writer anyway. Thanks for asking!

[allaboutthebooz]

I See The Light Pt. One

Summary: Tony takes the team to Walt Disney World and Steve is understanding why it’s so magical.

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Just toothache inducing sweet fluff.

A/N: Since coming home from my trip to Disney, I’ve been a little blue and figured what better way to help than to write a painfully sweet Steve x reader fic. Thank you, @jamielea81​ for being my beta for this part and my saving grace and for the help with getting this idea off the ground. I’m so so so excited about this and I hope you all love it as much as I do.

The excitement of the other’s around him made Steve truly feel like the old man he is. He couldn’t understand what was so great about this park that Tony dragged them all too. What was so great about a park dedicated a mouse and his friends? Even Bucky, who mopes and moans about everything, is smiling and letting Nat drag him by the hand to the long lines meant for the entrance.

Disney World. Steve has never been to Disney. He was 101 years old and he had yet to visit these parks…or any amusement park really. Too busy saving the world. Before the reset, all Steve did was work, eat, and sleep. Now that everything was back to normal (as normal as it can be with half of the population suddenly returning after being gone year), Tony decided everyone deserved a break and vacation. He bought everyone tickets to all of the parks and rented everyone a room for two weeks at the Grand Floridian Resort. He didn’t give Fury a chance to argue, simply stating that they saved the world plenty of times and never once asked for anything in return. He wanted to give the team this trip as a way to say thanks. He also wanted all of Morgan’s aunts and uncles to see her first experience at the ‘most magical place on Earth.’

They’d gotten checked into their rooms and got a good night’s sleep, before waking up at the crack of dawn to eat breakfast and pile onto one of the small ferry boats that would take them over to the park. As soon as the castle came into view, the girls (who were trained killers) and Morgan started squealing and clapping. All the guys could do was smile at each of them. These grown women who have crushed men’s heads between their thighs, turned into fangirls at a boyband concert. Each wearing their “Mickey Ears” that they picked out the day before at one of the Disney Springs shops.

Getting through the lines and the main gate, Tony tells the other’s that they will meet up for lunch before letting Morgan drag him and Pepper away.

Steve turns towards the others, Wanda already dragging Sam in the direction of the shops that line Main Street, Nat and Bucky looking over the map and deciding where to go first, and Y/N was staring straight down the path, a smile brighter than sun spread across her face. He follows her gaze, but only sees the giant castle.

“Well, where to first?” He asks the small group.

“Buck and I are gonna head over to Tomorrowland and get in line for Space Mountain. I heard it’s a rollercoaster that’s completely in the dark.”

“We should see if there are any FastPasses left before you do that. I really want to see if we can get one for Peter Pan. That line is always at least an hour wait and it’s one of my favorites.” Y/N explains.

“There’s a ride for Peter Pan? The old play?”

Y/N smiles at Steve and shakes her head. “No, but in the 50’s Disney made an animated film based off of the play and they made a ride for it.” Her eyes grow wide. “Oh! And we need to ride Haunted Mansion and Pirates of Caribbean! Maybe if we go now, we can get on one before the line gets too long.”

Ignoring her, Bucky and Natasha head towards Tomorrowland and Y/N disappears into the crowd, the only tell of where she is are her bright red sequined ears. He quickly catches up to her, not knowing which direction Bucky and Nat we’re going. He grips her by the elbow to let her know he was behind her, and she turns to give him one of her bright smiles. The view making his heart stutter for a moment. The happiness radiating off of her with the blue castle in front of them and the hundreds of balloons and people crowding the street, giving Steve a brighter view of where he was. She guides them through different paths until the cross under a sign reading “Adventureland” all without a map, he notices.

“Where are we going?” He inquires.

“Pirates of the Caribbean.”

“How do you know where you’re going?”

“This is my favorite place to be. My family used to come every year before my mom died when I was fifteen. Then my dad decided he would rather have money for drinking than for feeding me, he sold me than for feeding me, he sold me to Soviets, this beginning my time in the ‘Red Room.’ So, this brings back happier times. Though it’s been forever since I’ve been here, it hasn’t changed.”

Steve nods, remembering reading about her time with Natasha in her file the Fury gave him. “Well, lets hope it lives up to its memory.”

Another smile. “It will.” She takes his hand and pulls him the rest of the way to the entrance for Pirates. They wait in line for thirty minutes before being ushered into a boat with other people. Y/N squeals when they start to move, the smile never leaving her face.

Their boat floats in the small river tail with the echoes of ‘Dead men tell no tales’ being heard through the tunnel. The cave shining with blue lights to resemble the glow of the moon in a clear night’s sky.

Looking around at the detail that was given to the cave, Steve catches a glimpse of Y/N. The excitement has yet you leave her face and her smile is even bigger than he thought was possible.

“Ah, but they do tell tales. So, says I, Davy Jones.” The eerie voice calls through the speakers, following them through the cave.

They come upon a sandy beach filled with treasure, a pirate’s flag and skeletons. Lightning in the close distance, signaling a storm ahead. High winds blow onto a wrecked ship with one lone skeleton steering the wreckage.

A quick flash and then they are descended down a dark slope with no telling how far it goes. Y/N squeals and Steve gives a quick laugh of shock, before the boat settles onto even waters, the tunnel opens out into a night sky with a large ship firing its cannons onto a tower, water splashing around them, cannon fire exploding from each direction. Loud music filling the speakers.

The air is suddenly pumped full of strong scent that is hard for Steve to understand. “What is that smell?” He leans towards his friend, keeping his voice a low level but loud enough for her to hear.

She leans closer to him, careful not to poke him with her ears, “A burning city.”

He’s confused for a moment before understanding her simple sentence. They glide into a well detailed city full of people. Civilians and pirates all around. One man, being dunked repeatedly into a well while being prodded for answers about the whereabouts of a man named Jack Sparrow. A woman calling from an open window, begging him not to talk.

Y/N, still leaned into Steve’s shoulder, says, “I’m not sure if this is right, but I’ve always thought that this town was called Tortuga like in Haiti. I only think that because of the movies. Though I could be wrong because they were known to raid a bunch of towns.”

“I’ve never seen the movies.”

Her eyes grow wide. “Are you serious?” He nods. “Well, I know what we are watching tonight.” She tells him before turning back to the ride.

The next scene looks to be an auction of some sorts. Well-dressed towns people lined up to sell their items to which ever pirate has the most coin.

“This scene used to be different. They never used to have the people selling their stuff. It used to be the pirates were auctioning off the women in this town.”

“Why did it change?”

“The modern generations didn’t like what it stood for. Even though that is exactly what they were doing in those times. Rape, pillage, and plunder. That’s what the pirates lived by.”

Steve hums. They spend the rest of the ride like that. Y/N explaining what was happening and what it all meant. Never pulling any further away from each other than they were. Shoulders touching, heads leaned close together so that they could talk without disturbing the other riders.

The ride ended all too soon and then they were unloading their little boat and walking up a ramp and out into a little shop filled with souvenirs and people.

“What’d you think?” Y/N asks after they clear the shop and step into an area that was easier to breathe in.

“It was cool. I liked all of the little details that they out into it. The smells and affects.”

“And it only gets better from here. All of the rides are like that. Walt Disney was great about the details and his team still makes sure that it is always like that.”

He nods. “Where to next?”

“Um.” Y/N looks at her watch on her wrist. “We still have a while before we are supposed to meet the other’s for lunch. We can get in line for another ride or we can watch a show. Whatever you want to do.”

Steve looks around, unsure of what to do. “Lead the way. You know this place better than I ever will.”

Y/N laughs. “Alright, um we’re close to Jungle Cruise. The wait is long, but not terrible.”

He holds an arm out, instructor her to take the lead. She grabs his hand and pulls him along.

They spend most of their morning in lines and on rides. They just unloaded the Magic Carpets When their phones chimed. Both pulling them from their pockets to see Tony sent a message to the group chat, letting them know that Morgan was hungry and that they were heading back to the resort for lunch if anyone wanted to join them.

Y/N makes a face. “Back to the resort? I was hoping he would just eat in the park.”

“It’s Tony. He probably doesn’t want to wait for his food like a normal person.”

“True. Well do you want to meet up with them or just find something here?”

“We can get something here. I don’t want to leave and then have to deal with having to get back in.”

“Okay. We can do that.” She heads back towards Pirates and finds a little place to eat called Tortuga Tavern.

They fill up on food and spend the rest of their day trying to get on every ride they can before meeting up with the others at their reserved location for the Nighttime Spectacular show at the castle.

Steve didn’t think he could have as much fun as he did today, but he was wrong. Y/N was always his favorite person to be around. Aside from Bucky, she had become his best friend. They ran missions together while Nat was off getting intel and hacking programs for Fury. They worked out together before Sam joined the team. She helped pull him from his depression after waking up in a different world than the one who knew about.

She always made him laugh and knew what he needed when he needed it. He was happy to spend more time with her. Watching the happiness never leave her face and all of the little facts that she knew about this place, made him happy. Her being happy, keeps him happy.

He knew he should have been watching the show and the fireworks, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t peel his focus off of her. She sang every song that played and got super excited when one she really loved played next. She’d bounce on her feet and clap her hands while she sang.

Why he never wanted that look to leave her, he didn’t know. But he did know that he could die with that being the last thing he ever sees.

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an Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. collection of fics set post Season 5 where #CoulsonLives

A few of the stories might read a bit weird now that Daisy/Daniel is canon, but in this universe/timeline Robbie came back without the Rider and he and Daisy are together. Daisy is also fostering a little girl named Lei.

Fitzsimmons do have a daughter (she’s named Sofie). Mack and Elena are expecting, and Flint and Gabe are best friends.

Piper spends a lot of time with Davis’ wife, they even come to a birthday party May throws for Daisy and Coulson. Robin and Polly also make an appearance. There’s a puppy named Peggy that Coulson adopted from the shelter.

I switched out Deke for Flint, sorry not sorry 🤣

Feel free to read all these and ride the denial train while I work on a few new, post-Season 7 fics.

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One little family (kind of)

by AgentofMarvel084

After the Ghost Rider plot of season 4, Daisy has a strained relationship with the rest of the team. On a mission gone wrong, both her body and her mind are reverted to a twelve year old Skye in need of some parents (Yes- it's a common trope oh well).

Melinda and Phil already see Older Daisy as their daughter- now they have to step into the role of parents for a much younger and still very feisty Daisy. Enter the philindaisy fluff fest.

Also- never ever ever trust Hunter to babysit.

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Words: 4057, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Melinda May, Phil Coulson, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie, Yo Yo Rodriguez, Agent Piper (Marvel), Agent Davis (Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.), Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse

Relationships: Phil Coulson & Melinda May & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Melinda May & Skye | Daisy Johnson, Phil Coulson/Melinda May, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons

Additional Tags: Kid Skye | Daisy Johnson, Kid Fic, Parent Phil Coulson, Parent Melinda May, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Baby Skye, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Established Relationship, philindaisy

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