[AO3] {Quakerider, rated T, ~1.9K, includes canon MCD*}
Summary:Â Every so often, Daisy has trouble sleeping ever since Robbie... left. This time, it is him calling to tell her an important truth.
Notes: For @whistlingwindtreeIt Also fits the âloveâ prompt for @aosadvent2018
Sneak-Peak:
She shakes her head, but the words for an excuse donât come to her lips, so she ends up just shrugging. Robbie frowns at that, and his hold on her wrist tightens a bit; he is now holding her hand hard enough to leave a bruise, and that is good. It means she wonât have to debate if she dreamt the whole thing tomorrow morning.
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you sing under your breath as you work and you dont seem to realize youâre doing jt but its driving me insaneâ YOU are driving me insane
Hi anon! Since you didnât tell me any specific pairing, I decided to go wild and choose one myself. Hope you enjoy it!
Quakerider, coworkers AU, rated G, ~500w
[AO3]
He is not being a grumpy-pants just because he doesnât join on her impromptu matutine sing-alongs, no matter what she says.
In fact, he is a patient person. Sure, he does have un caracter de mierda, as his abuela used to tell him all the time, but one does not raise a little brother the way he raised Gabriel without patience.
And donât ever get him started on the kind of patience it takes to get a rusty, old car to purr under his hands like a contented kitten.
But he just can not cope with Daisy Johnson and her cheerful ass. He can understand being happy when there are reasons, but work is work, and despite being grateful for having one, that is that for Robbie. For him, there is no reason to sing Backstreet Boys songs under her breath while making inventory.
âCould you just please stop?â He has been mulling over it for weeks, and now with an imminent headache beating behind his eyes, he just can not keep it to himself any longer.
She looks at him, with her mouth hanging slightly open, bewildered. She is attractive always and cute even like this, and that makes Robbieâs anger boil harder.
âStop what?â
âWith, with the singing!â he spits the verb like it has personally offended him. Now that he is finally talking about it, he is gaining impulse with every second. âAnd while we are at it, with the smiles too! And the cheerfulness in general! And all the âRobbie, hope you had a wonderful weekend!â crap!â
He feels guilty as soon as the words leave his mouth; he is running on three hours of sleep and as many cups of coffee, and he just found out that Gabeâs medical bill is going to be a bit higher than he expected this month, and they are barely scraping by as it is. He knows that nothing of that is her fault, and that is not fair that he is taking it out with her, but, well.
He does indeed have un caracter de mierda.
He was already resigned to get slapped or to have her crying, or at the very least, scoff at him. Instead, Daisy Johnson stands there and looks at him with her curious eyes and her head slightly tilted.
âIâm sorry you donât have a reason to be happy at work, Reyes.â She pats him on the shoulder a couple times, and Robbie looks at her hand with disbelief. âBecause I do have one.â
Until he replays on his head the way she, well, the way she smiles at him, and always starts a conversation, and hums contentedly while she is working. With him.
This pairing is not my forte, you know, but I hope you can enjoy nonetheless!
{Warning for language}
In her defense, she was having a pretty crappy day before this asshole decided that it was okay to park this old piece of junk he probably calls âbabyâ on her spot.
Now, she knows she doesnât have any legal right to that spot. She knows. But it is the perfect parking place on all her block- close enough to her building, but away enough from the trees so birds wonât crap on it too much, and away from the corner teens use to hang out-, and in the last six months since she moved here, she has not found it occupied once.
Until today.
She parks behind it a little viciously, and if she touches the rear bumper of the other car a little more than it is strictly necessary, well, who canât blame her, right?
âHey! Thatâs my car!â
She comes down of the car stomping and screaming, and okay, she feels like a little child throwing a tantrum, but she did have a fucking awful day, okay?
âAnd thatâs my spot!â
In two seconds flat there is a handsome man all donned in black leather standing in front of her, and somehow the fact that his freckles are so attractive makes her go even madder.
âStreet parking is for everyone, you crazy woman!â He kneels to evaluate the damage from up close, and only then- that his face is not distracting her, ahem- Daisy sees the small black dog with a tiny red sweater he is holding under his arm, and she realizes he came out running of the pet store near her building.
âWhat are you even doing here, hm? Getting new clothes for your dog? Dogs donât wear clothes, dumbass!â It all comes out of her mouth in a rushed explosion, and after she yells herself hoarse, she feels much better, like she has cleansed the negativity out of her body. Also, a little dumb, because she is yelling at a stranger on the street about his dogâs clothes.
He stands up, his nostrils flaring and looks her up and down in distaste.
âWhat can you know, chiflada?â
And that way he marches away, the dog still waving under his arm. Daisy exhales and takes a minute to fully calm herself down with her back against the door of her card. This was it, disaster averted.
Until, of course, she notices him entering her apartment building.
Hmm, the song is giving me Robbie / Quakerider hurt comforty sort of vibes but Iâm not really sure what to do with them!
Another idea that I think would be cool, leaving the song aside, would be a fic of one of the characters bleeding out (or thinking theyâre going to) and their thought process in that time. The whole life flashes before your eyes, most important things you think about kinda deal. Iâd be tempted to do it with Fitz, or Daisy, but it would be interesting to explore for many of them.
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Ask me stuff: send me a fic title (and a fandom if you like) and Iâll tell you the fic Iâd write for it
