#davis rider fic

[deathblacksmoke]

dying to get you dizzy

pairing: matt dierkes x f!reader x davis rider

word count: 2.8K

cw: partner sharing, poor communication, the boys are dummies, oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), protected p in v sex, voyeurism, ~matty in the cuck chair~, m masturbation, a bit of jealousy & possessiveness, a dynamic that won't stop switching, boys kissing <3 (if you noticed i missed any warnings, please lmk!!!)

author's note: i don't remember how i got this idea — a little too much thc maybe? — but then an anon requested it and here we are. i hope it lives up to the expectations i set for it!

title from "dizzy on the comedown" by turnover

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You couldn’t say with any sort of confidence how you got here.

It started with a glance, you think — an innocent look that lingered a little long. You know Matt caught it, judging by the way he had you pressed against the wall the moment Davis left, littering your neck and chest with possessive kisses and sucking bruises into your skin.

You vaguely remember his whisper in your ear before you came for the second time on his fingers, could barely make it out over the whooshing in your ears. Your legs had given out beneath you, kept from collapsing only by his hand wrapped gently around your neck and his leg between your thighs.

You want him, huh?

You didn’t know how to answer. You weren’t quite sure if you knew the answer yourself, but found yourself dizzied by the thought of it. His gaze seared through you, and you couldn’t help it. His words gave you no other option.

Don’t be shy, honey. You can tell me. You want him, don’t you?

With a desperate nod and a whine and an unintelligible plea, your vision blacked, your muscles failing you.

Everything between that and this — perched on the floor between Davis’ thighs while Matt kisses over your bare neck and shoulders — was a blur.

Matt’s big hands on your skin ground you, while one glance up at the man above you makes you feel like you’re floating. The push and pull between the safety of Matt’s presence and the watchful eyes of his friend is enough to make your head swim.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for him?” Matt asks, his warm breath beneath your ear goose pimpling your skin. You nod — there’s no other choice — you want to be good for them both. “Why don’t you ask him what he wants, honey?”

When you look up at Davis, he isn’t meeting your eye. Suddenly, you feel so very small — you almost want to shy away, but Matt was right, you did want this.

“Davis, can I—?” your voice comes out more as a croak than anything. You place a hand on his thigh, not too high, not trying to push any boundaries. He looks down at you with wide eyes, and you’re not quite sure what to do. “How do you want me?”

His gaze flits away from you, to where Matt is knelt behind you, and for the first time it occurs to you that maybe they didn’t discuss this at all before Davis came here. You turn around in Matt’s arms, looking at him in disbelief. He has the nerve to look confused.

“What, baby?” he asks. You can’t help but roll your eyes.

“What exactly did you discuss when you invited him?” you ask him, and he looks at you a little stupid. His silence tells you all there is to know, and as exasperated as it makes you, you’re sadly not shocked. You and Matt haven’t done anything like this before, and it had surprised you how quickly the arrangement had been set up. Looking back, you probably should have expected that the plans were made without any sort of discussion on rules or boundaries or expectations.

You excuse yourself from Davis and take Matt to another corner of the room.

“What is he expecting to happen here today?” you ask Matt, and you think there ought to be a bit of shame painted on his face, but his expression betrays nothing. He has no idea what he’s done wrong. You often feel a dull urge to shake him — never stronger than in this moment. “Did you just ask him if he wanted to fuck me, and he said yeah, and now we’re all here?”

You were prepared for his answer, but it infuriates you anyway. “I mean, more or less.”

You’d like to tell him how lucky he is that you love him.

“What are you expecting to happen here today?” you ask, and you can see as he almost shrugs, but thinks better of it. You decide to file that away. “What are the rules? What’s off limits?”

“Nothing, as far as I’m concerned,” he responds, and the buzzing is back, a warmth erupting beneath your skin and coursing through you. “You’ll have to ask him. But you can do whatever you feel like, baby. This is for you.”

“How involved do you want to be?” you ask him, just to clarify, not wanting to leave him out. He shrugs, like you’re deciding on dinner and he couldn’t care less, not making belated negotiations on a three-way. You let him have his indecision. “So I’m in charge. That’s fun.”

“Told you it’s for you,” he replies, as simple as ever.

You press a kiss to his cheek, another to the corner of his mouth. You can never stay mad at him for long — a blessing and a curse.

“You should have had this talk with him, you know,” you add for good measure. He nods, and you’re still not sure he gets it, but you’ll let it go for now. Turning away from him, you’re a little too eager to get back to Davis.

You perch yourself on the bed next to him, your knee pressing into his thigh, but not yet daring to get closer. Not until you ask.

“I hear Matty didn’t really talk much with you about what was going to happen here,” you start. He shakes his head — a bit obvious. “He asked you if you wanted to fuck me, though?” you continue. He gives you a shy little nod, so quiet and nervous today. You can’t help the way it has you squirming a little, especially as you notice him getting a little brave, the knuckles of his index and middle finger grazing gently over your bare thigh. “And you do, right?”

“Can you come a little closer?” he asks, finally speaking up. He sounds so sure, just like always, not timid in the way that you’d expected him to be, judging by his behavior today. You start slowly scooting closer before he gets a gentle grip on your leg, prompting you to swing it over him. With his thigh between your legs, you feel so shy again, your skin hot all over. You throw your arms over his shoulders, burying your face in his neck. The smell of his cologne floods your senses.

“What do you want?” you ask, your skin goose-pimpling as his hands toy with the edges of your panties, sliding under to feel the bare skin of your ass. Your skin goes hot-cold-hot and it dizzies you. You swallow thickly, and your words come out barely louder than a whisper. “You have to tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” he says, the fingers of one of his hands running through your hair, gently directing your gaze up to meet his. “Anything you want. If I want you to stop, I’ll say,” he assures you, his lips meeting yours, but just barely. “I don’t think that’ll happen, though.”

Your head feels so fuzzy with the permission, with the free-reign you’ve been given. You find your way back between his spread legs again, just barely catching his soft gasp as you go. As you run a hand over his sweats, you feel him hard under your palm, and it’s without a second thought that you pull his waistband down, freeing his cock and marveling at the size.

When you hear a rustling behind you, you chance one last look over your shoulder at Matt — in the armchair next to your dresser, his gaze intently focused on the two of you, his hand already down the front of his sweats. His expression doesn’t change as you study him.

When you turn back around, his watchful eye bores through you. You remind yourself of the explicit permission, the enthusiastic consent, the free-reign to be in charge that they both gave you, as you take Davis’ cock between your lips.

The overwhelm is so immediate, a whooshing in your ears as everything consumes your senses, your mind racing and empty all at once. His cock is heavy on your tongue, and you make a conscious effort to ignore all the sounds going on around you, the twitch in your mouth as you slide your tongue through his slit, his soft gasps, the unmistakable sounds of Matt’s low groans and the distinctive spit-slicked noises. Davis runs a hand through your hair again and tugs — you choke, needing a moment to pull away and catch your breath. You keep your hand stroking him, admiring the way the tip is already red and angry and leaking pre-cum.

You look up at Davis to find his gaze trained just past you again. If he notices that the movement of your hand has slowed, he doesn’t show it. When you peer over your shoulder at Matt, it’s almost as if you’re not in the room at all. 

A spark of mischief keeps your feelings from hurting.

“Matty,” you interrupt his thoughts, directing his gaze to you. “Are you guys having a staring contest?”

He looks at you a little dumb. You remind yourself you have the upper hand here, despite what Matt may like to tell himself.

“Why don’t you give him a little kiss?” you ask, your attention back on Davis, delighting in the widening of his eyes as his cock twitches unmistakably in your grasp.

Matt doesn’t react for a few long moments. You consider pivoting away from the topic before you hear a shuffling behind you, but you don’t dare a look backwards.

The bed dips beneath his weight as he kneels beside his friend, and he looks down at you, his expression calm. You reach for him, yearning for the contact, and his hand twines with yours before his attention returns to Davis.

You can’t tell who leans in first. They gaze at each other for a beat before the subtlest shift, their lips meeting softly. Davis places a hand on Matt’s jaw and the grip on your hand tightens, just slightly. Matt’s eyes flicker closed a moment later, his eyelashes fluttering prettily against the tops of his cheeks. You can see the beginnings of a small smile.

You watch Davis treat him gently and a buzzing erupts beneath your skin.

You’ve felt it countless times but have never seen it like this — the way his muscles relax, the slow unclenching of his jaw as a thumb soothes over his skin, the flutter of his eyelashes as he lets out the pretty sigh. You’ll never lose sight of how gorgeous he looks, always but especially so under the spell of being treated with a delicate hand.

You almost can’t help the little piece of you that feels impatient, jealous. You don’t notice yourself tugging on him until Matt pulls away from Davis, lips swollen and smirking.

“Are you feeling left out?” he teases.

When Davis drifts a finger over your cheek and looks down at you curiously, you feel subtly embarrassed that he can feel just how red hot your skin is, can see you squirming.

It’s completely without his beckoning that you find yourself rising from the floor and crawling into his lap. Matt’s hand finds the small of your back, a gentle guidance, as Davis curls a hand around your exposed hip. You’ve never felt so surrounded.

When your lips finally meet his in a kiss, you can taste Matt on his tongue. A gasp escapes as you shift yourself closer, burying your fingers in his hair. Behind you, Matt snickers at your desperation, crowding into your space and pressing his lips to your ear.

“Your turn?” he asks, getting a handle on the situation, no trace of teasing left in his tone. You nod frantically.

He’s so solid beneath you, but soft and pliable in a way you’ve grown unaccustomed to with Matt. There’s no playful push and pull as he responds to your every move and lets you lead the way. He shifts beneath you, his cock pressing hard against your inner thigh, and your vision goes fuzzy.

Upon turning back to Matt, you’re greeted with his pretty smile — all knowing, steps ahead, as always — and you can’t help the way you melt.

“I want him,” you confess, as if it wasn’t already clear. He just nods, presses a kiss to the side of your mouth before lending you space again. 

You find your gaze still trained on him, eyes wide. Matt nudges you, pointing a finger towards Davis. “You have my permission. You need to ask him, my love.”

You curl your fingers through the soft hair at the base of his skull, cradling the back of his head in your hand. He’s so warm, so solid beneath you, and you want him so badly. He stretches up to place a delicate kiss on your mouth, then another, and another. Butterflies fill your tummy.

“Do you want me?” you breathe into his mouth. He smiles against your lips.

“You know I do,” Davis responds, pulling you as close as he can get you, his strong hands kneading the plush skin of your ass, your thighs, every available inch of you.

You don’t need to ask him how he wants you. The moment you climb off of him, he quickly strips himself of his clothes. You take in the long lines of his body, his pretty tattooed skin, as you take off your bra and panties. You feel more exposed than ever, more eager than before.

Davis reaches into the bedside table for a condom — lucky guess — and props himself against the pillows. Matt has made his way back to the chair, happy to watch, nodding towards the bed when you take a final look back at him.

When you crawl back into his lap, Davis’ fingers find their way to your center, running gently through your folds. It’s so subtle, but your eyes roll into the back of your head nonetheless.

“You’re so wet,” he marvels, making you blush. “You’re gonna feel so nice. Are you ready for me?”

In place of an answer, you just scoot yourself forward, taking him in your hand and letting yourself sink down. You immediately feel so full of him, overwhelmed in a way you weren’t expecting. You lay your palms rest flat against his tummy, his warm and soft skin beneath your fingers grounding you as you set a languid pace, a slow grind over his lap.

He lets you stay in control, his hands not on your hips but toying with your nipples — a brush here, a light pinch there, making your skin tingle with pleasure, an involuntary gasp, and then another. You use the leverage of your hands on his torso to begin lifting yourself up, closing your eyes, sinking back down, quicker. The build-up has made you feel a little out of your head, and you feel so nice, you’re not quite sure how long you’ll be able to make yourself last.

You hear a movement behind you before you feel the bed sink under a weight, a hand on your knee, a touch that’s become unmistakable to you. You lift your head and open your eyes, grateful to see Matt there in front of you, next to Davis. The contrast of Matt’s expanse of soft skin and Davis’ tattoos — you can’t deny they look pretty together. The hand Matt doesn’t have around himself moves from your knee between your folds, swiping over your clit, a light pressure, making your skin buzz.

Their hands working in tandem to make you feel good, Matt’s between your legs and Davis’ on your breasts, completely overcomes you. You watch in awe as they kiss again, a peek of tongue dancing between their open mouths, whispers between kisses that you can’t make out, their fingers still bringing you ever closer to your climax. You fight against your eyes fluttering closed, needing to keep sight on them before you. 

Matt groans into the other’s mouth and you know that sound, redirect your glance just in time to watch as his cum spills onto Davis’ tummy. Davis doesn’t follow far behind him, for the first time getting a tight grip on your hip and thrusting up into you, spilling into the condom.

With a final whine, you collapse forward, letting your orgasm overwhelm you. You feel two distinct hands on you, lips pressing into your hair, whispers of good girl and good job, baby as your senses fade out.

Rolling off of Davis and collapsing between them, sandwiched between them as they both curl themselves around you, you hope they miss the mischievous little twinkle in your eye as an idea pops into your head — a plan for part two.

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[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]

✨CUNTYYYY✨ (in more ways than one)

[artificialstardust]

Okay but if the Bad Omens crew were strippers what would their go to song be?

Okay now that I’ve had time to think, and had input from the group chat

Noah- Nervous by The Neighborhood or Supernova by Ansel Elgort

Ruffilo- Rosemary by Deftones

Folio- Bodyroll by PLVTINUM

Jolly- Candy by Doja Cat

Matt- Animals by Nickleback

Davis- Mummy Dust by Ghost

[thefallennightmare]

Davis Rider

Meeting Davis underneath the mistletoe

Davis being a simp

[industrialdreadhead]

Would anyone be willing to take some emotionally tough fic or hc thoughts??

A family member passed away, and it's breaking me, and now a whole bunch of unwelcome family have to come together.

I would just be looking at a small blurb of fic of any bad omens members or crew how they would help the reader during this time.

Or headcanons of each BO + crew on helping reader.

Reading numbs my brain and it would mean a lot if someone did this for me. 🫶🫶 much love

[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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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

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[seven-oomen]

Hi, Ben!  Hope your day has been/is going well!  Saw this response to the sniffing GIF and have been wheezing ever since.  In my defense, I could 1000% see this being Ian’s thought process. XD  Also, because my mind is a terribly inappropriate place most of the sometimes, I was also reminded of some of our discussions of Peter and things he wasn’t allowed to say/wear/do in the OUAT ‘verse. XD

Hey B! Honestly, so far, it’s going okay. Went to physical therapy to treat my triggerpoints (multiple) and deep tissues that are causing me pain (so much fun being voluntarily tortured). But for a good cause. Nice warm shower today, watched some The Last of Us, and now ready to write, so honestly, pretty good day. (Also my mom’s lawyer thinks there may be a chance to freeze John’s account (her about to be ex, my father) and get her money back so, fingers crossed!

Ok but I have to include this:

It’s too goddamn funny not too XD I am WHEEZING! And yeah I think that’s how that went, honestly XD.

Hehehehehe I remember those, I’m writing that down for the buddy cop thing, honestly I was gonna base a lot of it on OUAT canon truth be told. With some adaptations for this fic, but like Nathaniel and the rest of the Hales are back, the whole background with Elias and Odette, the stuff with Gerard and Chris, all of that is back too. I think the one change I made was Scott just being Melissa and Rafael’s son but I’m still on the fence about it, because I like the idea of Melissa and Claudia truth be told.

Speaking of my mind being a terrible place; if he’s acting as their sniffer dog in the buddy cop story, does he have a collar and leash to wear?  You know, for verisimilitude, or science, or whatever? *attempts to blink innocently, fails somewhat miserably*  Nearly responded to your “back in Teen Wolf hell” comment with “aren’t we all?”, but realized that implied I’d ever managed to get out. XD

Ehehehehe, well, you know Noah, as a druid would def have something up his sleeve and Chris, as a hunter, always comes prepared for the worst. Especially when it involves a Hale, in particular Peter. I mean true, but I am happy to be here again. I can feel creativity flowing and honestly I think a; fuck you Jeff Davis was just what I needed to get back to actually writing.

On a slightly more serious note, I was thinking about the changes in Peter’s wardrobe across the course of the series (at least as best I can tell/recall), and wondering if there might be any particular meta behind it or not.  Like, he starts out the end of Season 1 in a button down shirt, pants, and long jacket all in dark colors, perhaps slightly oversized.  After being resurrected, he enters his slut era and tends towards delightfully tight jeans and v-necks in mostly darker tones with some neutrals thrown in (I’m sure we all remember the Cardigan Incident when Cora is in the hospital. ;D )  From GIFsets I’ve seen of the whole Ghost Riders thing onwards he’s still in mostly dark colors, but with more conservative necklines this time, possibly with more short jackets making an appearance? (not sure there, didn’t actually watch those seasons), and now in the movie he’s back in an outfit very similar to Season 1, but in much lighter colors this time, and it looks like possibly even looser fits (that coat is wonderful, but borders on oversize, at least compared to his normal fits.)  I don’t know that there’s actually anything to it other than my brain being weird, but it occurred to me so I figured I’d throw it out there.  (Also, from what few GIFs I’ve seen, it looks like the only time Noah might be out of uniform in the movie is at some kind of funeral/wake for Derek?  Let the man wear civvies once in a while, goddammit! XD ) 

Ooooh good call! I always thought it was like a subconscious thing Peter did tbh. Like I am a ‘dad’ now so I have to start dressing more appropriately or something. At least that’s kinda the vibe I always thought, idk if they were going for that. And yeah, come on, Noah should absolutely just be put in more clothes than ‘funeral clothes’ or uniform. I don’t think we actually got a single scene of him wearing anything else tbh. I needed more clothing inspiration for him. Though I still love the band T idea and the flanels and henleys.

And yeah, I don’t know that I’d trust Davis to do something like the Eli/Elias thing deliberately, but I can absolutely believe it as a very potentially useful to fanfic accident. XD  (Also reminds me of how in the SW Legends books Leia names one of her kids Anakin to try and like, rehab the name or something.)

You know, I’m sending this thought to all Sterek fanfic writers everywhere because it’s def an interesting one to work with.

Anyway, since I mainly started this to send you that link, then got distracted (shocking, I know ;D ), I’m going to try and wrap up.  I hope everything is healing as well as it can (whether mental, physical, emotional, or otherwise), and that your pain levels are playing nice!  Sending all the best vibes and energy!  Take care!  *Lots of hugs to both of you!!!*

I love it when you get distracted though XD <3 Sending all the best vibes back and I hope you have a fantastic day too! Lots of love and hugs from me and Mo <3

[deathblacksmoke]

one final matty and davis snippet before i disappear into the void and make y’all wait <3

[artificialbreezy]

hi, @thefallennightmare inspired me to write a Davis cock warming blurb, so here it is.

CW: star wars trivia i may have gotten wrong, poorly written smut, dirty talk, cockwarming

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

Davis overheard you on the phone a couple days ago mention not knowing much about Star Wars outside of “Obi Wan could get it though.”

That’s how you found yourself on his lap, his cock buried to the hilt and his hands resting on your hips.

“Okay baby, here’s how this is gonna go. Do you remember those flashcards I gave you? Those were a whole bunch of Star Wars facts and information, gonna ask you a question and if you get it right i’ll fuck into this sweet pussy and if you get it wrong i’ll pinch your thigh. If you get 4 right, i’ll let you cum. Got it?” Watching your head nod rapidly. He smiled at you.

“Who has a purple lightsaber?”

“Uh,” your voice full of uncertainty. “Mace Windu? Samuel L Jackson’s guy!”

“That’s my smart girl,” his hips rolled just enough to feel you squeeze him. “fucking shit baby, who turned into Darth Vader?”

“Anakin.”

His hands gripped your hips hard enough he was able to force your body forward, grinding against him.

“Davis..”

“2 more baby. Pay attention, gonna get a little harder the more we go. How many films are there?”

“6 good ones,” his hands making you grind again.

“What about the rest, pretty?”

“3 others and 2 spin offs.”

He kept you grinding against him, grinning at the whines falling from your mouth.

“You close already? Feel you getting tighter honey, better get this next one right if you wanna cum. What was Han Solo frozen in?”

“Carbonite. Swear. K-know it. Please Davis, please please. Fuck!”

“Oh there’s my smart girl. Come on then, make a mess baby. Such a good girl, so proud. Love you so much.”

[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

[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.