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My last Mayday fic! Angst and feels and lots of Mama May and Daisy after the season 5 finale.

I Will

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I Will

It's been a few months since the Fitzsimmons wedding, and Sousa is planning on proposing soon. In fact, it's so soon, i...

BNAU #3

Nat is injuried while she and Bruce are taking a trip. Nat sinks into a coma from her intensive injuries, and Bruce finds out that the attackers only attacked her because they couldn't hurt him.

So he's in the Waiting Room, contemplating something, when a doctor comes out and tells Bruce about Nat's condition. At the end, the doctor asks Bruce, "Should we be expecting you?"

Bruce: "What do you mean?"

And the doctor smiles sadly, "You're an Avenger. It's in the name. Besides, I have the feeling she's someone you love and when someone you love gets injured like that..." and the two of them fall silent.

So Bruce finds Yelena, tells her about Nat, and she agrees to help him. Two weeks later, no change in Nat but Bruce looks like a new man.

He systematically finds and takes down the people that attacked them, and then the organization that sent them. He left a trail behind him but he didn't really care.

The criminal underworld called him a psychopath. Others called him a vigilante. Even others just didn't say anything at all, fearing he'd hear.

In the end, when the organization was gone and they were buried, Bruce came back. Nat was awake, he had been told, and had been asking for him. He returns and she asks him, "What have you been doing?"

And Bruce just breaks. His armour, the one that had shielded him from the actuality of killing had broken and he just poured it out. Every hunt, every chase, every conclusion.

He doesn't know if she'd forgive him , or if she was angry, if she felt anything at all.

And then he feels her running her fingers through his hair and her, just her, right beside him, and he knows.

This can't ever be the same. They can't ever go back to the way it was before. He has made a name for himself, and others will come for him. It was a decision he made, he knew the price, and he was willing to pay it.

When Nat falls alseep, he writes her a note: I love you’s and I'm sorry's peppered the page until he signed his name. He places it on the bedstand, kisses her forehead and smiles, meloncholy in the lamplight.

And then he leaves.

He runs, and he runs without her.

"It is for the best.”

He says that, repeats it every time he doubts.

It is not. But it is done.

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The MayDaisy !!! Still as good as the last time I read it from your universe ! Thank you so much for all the crumbs !!

If you don’t mind, could I ask that you expand a bit more on Skye and May’s reactions to Skye getting powers ?? Like if Skye was worried about how May would react, or if May was worried that her little girl was gonna turn out like that little girl in Bahrain ???

Hi Anon! I'm not sure if you're the same one from yesterday, but you're welcome all the same.

Now to the main event: Skye's powers and how they come to light!

I don't especially feel like writing this, mostly cause I'm still a little blocked and I'm not really sure how it would go, but here's the next best thing (AKA me forcing the words out and hoping it sounds fine).

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(2x11: Aftershocks)

(In the quarantine room.)

"Hey."

Skye glanced up from her hands. "Hey," she croaked. "What's up?"

May slid inside the glass box. Skye wanted to protest, but the words died in her throat when she saw Fitz nod at her from the outside. May tapped her hand. "Feeling like you’ve been in that glass box your whole life yet?" her mother asked her. "You doing okay?"

Skye nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I- I just…" She sighed. "I feel isolated and exposed at the same time. Being a caged animal is no fun." She cracked a small smile. "I'm used to it."

"I wish you weren't." May held onto her hand gently, like she was afraid that Skye had changed in that chamber, like she'd become glass. In a way, she kind of had. "Fitz said that you had something to tell me."

Skye didn't need to look up to see the engineer sitting by the door, effectively guarding them inside the soundproof box. Instead, she looked up at May.

"Please don't be... I don't know, mad, or something. " I don't want you to leave. "I didn't hide this from you. I barely... I found out from Fitz maybe an hour ago." Please don't be mad. Please, please, don't be mad. Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me because I changed. Please don't flinch. You never flinch. Skye swallowed. "I, uh..."

May tilted her chin up so that their eyes would meet, gazing at her, through her, and Skye knew that the jig was up. May could read her like an open book. May knew that something was wrong with her. May knew.

Skye's eyes burned. Her lungs burned. She squeezed her eyelids shut as tears came unbidden to the surface, and she clutched May's hand like a lifeline. She couldn't breathe.

Please don't hate me. Please don't go.

"Hey, hey, angel..." May's quiet voice came to her like a light in the fog. "Hey. Can you take a deep breath for me?"

She gulped in air, but it only made her more dizzy. She held onto May tighter.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" The world was too bright. She hated the lab. She hated how pristine and bright it was. "Good, thank you. Can you name me five things you can see?" Stupid fucking bright lights, stupid lab, stupid powers, stupid brain. "Skye?"

"Fitz, the lights, the lab..." She squinted. "The potted plant over there. You."

May tapped her hand twice. I love you. "Okay," she said, "what's four things you can touch?"

They went through the exercise, and only when Skye finally forced some water down her throat, did May let them talk about it. Her. Her powers.

"So." Skye swallowed slightly. Cracked a smile. "Where were we?"

"Don't." May gave her that look. "Don't do that."

Skye let out a small breath. "Well, what do you want me to do?" she demanded quietly. "What do you want me to say? 'Sorry for having a panic attack, please hold, I'll be right with you'? 'I have weird powers that make things explode and I have both survivor's guilt and regular guilt about killing one of my closest friends'? 'I feel like a murderer and like I'm truly, truly, my biological father's daughter'? Do you want me to say that?"

The silence between them hung heavily in the air. Skye's chest was heaving. I fucked up. I fucked up. This is bad. Fuck.

When May didn't say anything else, Skye dared to look up, finding her mother just staring at her. No heat. No anger, no sadness, just her eyes boring into Skye's soul. Skye knew that look. It was the one May got whenever she was thinking about Bahrain. She used to babble happy conversations to that look, trying to ease it away from her mother's face in time for dinner.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "For becoming this way."

May's face slowly melted back into her careful neutral. She tapped Skye's hand, once, twice. I'm sorry. I love you.

"Don't be sorry," May said after another moment. She held onto Skye as tightly as she could. "You're still who you are, powers or no powers."

"I'm different now," Skye protested.

"That may be true, but that's not all there is to you, is it?" May studied her expression. Skye felt her eyes rove over her face. "You're not just your powers. You're my daughter. You're Phil's daughter. You run this base. You're a genius in CS. You're one hell of an agent." May squeezed her hand again. "You're still you. Now with added..."

"Danger," Skye finished.

"Impact," May countered. Skye could see her mother wavering. She hated it, hated that she was the cause of it. "Once we get these powers of yours under control, they're just another tool in your toolbox."

"I'm a ticking time bomb."

"You're more than just a ticking time bomb."

"I'm still a ticking time bomb, even if I'm more than that."

Skye tried to pull away, but May held firm.

"You can learn how to control them," her mother said firmly. "And you will. I have faith that you will."

"What if I can't?" Skye asked. There was a buzz underneath her skin, like everything had been freshly slapped and blood was rushing to the surface. She wondered what that meant. "What if I hurt people? What if I..."

Repeat what happened down in the underground city, destroy lives and people and beliefs, turn into the girl that you have to take out to save everyone else, force us into a second Bahrain. What then?

"We can get through this," May said, knowing everything that passed through Skye's mind. "I trust you."

Skye knew her mother wasn't lying to her, but it seemed as if that she had misplaced beliefs. It wouldn't be the first time. It probably wouldn't be the last.

"Okay," she said anyway. "I trust you, too."

*more incomprehensible screaming*

Here. Another one. Of Roommates And Rose Petals, now making my life significantly harder just by existing. But we love it!!

I don’t like this mountain life I want you HOME where the RAMEN and BUBBLE TEA is, and where the YELLOW CLICKY BUGS ARENT.

I can’t believe you’re posting more on tumblr than talking to me 😒 how COULD you smh

Mountain life making me rugged

Can’t believe you’re this desperate

Hey chat, you can call me Life, or Li

I’m female (she/her)

I like Haikyu, blue lock, and some other stuff

Here’s a list of shit I do, cause I’m a busy person:

Artist

Writer on ao3: BubbleTeaLife

Musician (I’m a band kid)

Theatre kid

Student athlete (Volleyball and Basketball)

Mainly you should know me for Haikyu AO3

I write shiratorizawa, specifically angst

No not your typical angst

The real triggering topic angst, because I’m mentally ill and use writing as therapy

For blue lock, literally just talk to me about it I love blue lock

Specifically, REO MIKAGE, Chigiri and bachira.

Or less known, gagamaru.

I plan on writing a kunigiri fic, sorry divorced parents, more angst.

This account is for those who like Semi Eita.

Yeah, I’m in desperate need of friends who live near the PST time zone. Sorry chat, I don’t like keeping people up and time zones are hard 😭

Anyways, here’s my intro.

Viewer discretion is advised, if you need therapy over my fic that’s a problem for your therapist and my comment section

Haikyuu boy headcanons: homework edition pt. 2

Asahi— studies the week before exams and the two nights before a test. Stresses himself out for no reason. Once lost an assignment and got an anxiety attack because he thought it would drop his grade for the rest of the year (it was in Suga’s bag because Asahi left it at Suga’s place the day before).

Nishinoya— only understands when explained to him by Ennoshita. Once tried to write a test on -27 hours of sleep and got 96%, but has been banned from doing so ever since.

Tsukishima— does his homework with zero griping or complaints unless he’s forced to do it with Hinata and Kageyama. Then he either never shuts up about how much he hates it or completely ignores the two until Yamaguchi kicks him hard enough.

Yamaguchi— likes homework. Actually likes it. Actually likes studying and learning new things. However he sleeps late because of this so Tsukishima makes him sleep over so he can make him quit studying earlier in the night.

Yahaba— super selective about what homework he likes to do. Will give his language and arts homework his 100%. Hates physics and maths. Good enough at his other two sciences that he can tutor everyone else in his grade.

Kyoutani— good at things with logic, so base level chemistry, math, physics, bio. Really into things with rules, ironically. Unfortunately hangs out at the local shelter with his bag unchecked and has had to tell teachers that dogs literally ate the homework out of his bag.

Shirabu— studies day and night and enjoys it to some extent. Hates his current level of biology so much. Hands in all his homework in on time and is honestly kind of a tryhard. Crashes out after tests only to find out that he did as well as everyone expected him to.

Taichi— doesn’t study unless Shirabu nags him to, but usually doesn’t process a thing. Good enough to get by without trying, and doesn’t try 90% of the time. Says he doesn’t care about his grades but wants them to be or above 80%.

Yaku— enjoys studying sciences but HATES liberal arts. Doesn’t understand the concept of studying art or history beyond techniques for painting or warfare. Has beef with psychology majors and has otherwise normal homework habits.

Lev— “wait, we had homework?!”

ok wait, reblog if you’ve cried at least once because of math, doesn’t matter which grade i’m trying to prove something 

Exactly.

Just the way she looks at him 😭