SILENT LOVE
𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
(🧝🏼♀️🐇🪐🌬)
it's funny how fast you can take to hate someone
covers made by @-yelenaswife !
(warning: this book talks about death, suicide, anxiety, ptsd, depression, torture )
started: july...
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CHAPTER FIVE — DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME
"any word from fitz?"
"last i knew he was in morocco" mack answered
daisy handed mack his sandwich she just finished making, and biting into her own.
both found free time between missions right now to hang out with eachother. with hunter still on his mission, fitz out trying to find a way to get jemma back, and may out god knows where; there was only daisy, mack, coulson, and bobbi left. coulson was packed with meetings and paper work since he doesn't have his second in command and bobbi is full of work because of jemmas disappearance. so, mack and daisy have been very often hanging out alone, drinking, playing video games and more. bobbi and coulson come out less than often but it's not the same without the whole team.
daisy heard mack talking to him, but it was just blurred words she was hearing. what really had her focus was a couple boxes outside of violetas room, and violeta herself walking out the room, bending down to pick up the boxes, then put them into her room (daisy assumed this was her essential stuff from her apartment). daisy felt her her face flush with embarrassment as she looked at a women she wasn't very fond of. violeta was wearing black leggings and a tight little white t-shirt that fit her very nicely.
"man.. are you ever going to ask the girl out?" mack snapped daisy out of her day dream.
"huh?" she scrunched her nose up. she most definitely knew what mack said, but decided to fight for atleast a little bit of dignity.
mack sat back on the black couch watching as daisys eyes darted back to violetas room, that was conveniently right next to the common room, then back to mack.
"what?" daisy questions the man sitting infront of her.
"you need to tone down the staring, it's gonna start looking weird if you keep gawking at the girl" at mack's words, daisy kicked his foot and sat down next to him.
"i'm not gawking. i'm simply looking at her. not gawking. i never gawk" daisy rambles
"wow how many times do you have to say gawking before you convince yourself?"
"shut up asshole!" mack laughs as daisy slaps him playfully.
"no seriously. how many times do i have to catch you thinking about her or staring at her?" mack teases and daisy rolls her eyes.
"how do you know what i'm thinking?" daisy looked at the man insane but mack just smiled
"brotherly intuition" he said, shrugging his shoulder with a proud smirk planted on his face. daisy rolled her eyes once again.
when daisy heard a noise from violetas room, her head moved quickly to watch the girl, or for danger.
mack shakes his head and laughs "you have the biggest crush on that girl and you're oblivious"
"crushing on her? are you kidding me? i can barely hold back my puke by just looking at her" mack let out one of his booming laughs and leaned forward to drink water.
"whatever you say daise. but i think you, have a crush on the new kid" daisy doesn't even try to defend herself just changing the topic back to up coming missions. - it was two in the morning when violeta woke up sweating from a nightmare. another dream about hydra getting their hands on her again. they seemed to be recycled at this point.
violetas breath was ragged as she quickly took some meds from her nightstand. high dose of ptsd meds she's been assigned to for years, it always worked the charm for her after dreams so she didn't feel the need to worry.
though, after that dream, she knew she couldn't possibly go back to bed. so instead she made her way to the kitchen, not giving her appearance a second thought.
walking into the kitchen, all bleary eyed, she didnt spot daisy sitting on the couch with her computer on her lap.
as she was heating up her water for tea, she heard someone behind her clear their voice. violeta turned fully to meet daisy with a smirk on her face.
daisy turned her head when she got the confirmation she needed, before saying "nice shirt"
violeta looked down at her outfit, mix matched socks, old tennis shorts, and a shirt she got acouple years ago that said 'I LOVE PUSSY' with a red heart. it didn't have a meaning, obviously; and a messy bun with small curls falling out of her hair tie in the back of her head.
"what? don't like my shirt, pumpkin?" the dominican teased, using the name daisy called her the other day.
daisy didn't reply, just shook her head with the smallest smile and went back to her computer.
when violeta was finishing up with making her tea, daisy got up to get a water bottle from the fridge, when the younger agent spotted something on violetas wrist. daisy almost yanked violetas hand, with the amount of force and speed she was using.
instantly, the blood drained from daisys face as she was met with three small butterfly tattoos on violetas inner wrist.
"violeta i'm so-" daisy stopped herself when violeta yanked her arm back
"don't fucking touch me" in lightning speed, violeta was storming out of the kitchen, tea in hand. daisy hung her head and walked back to the couch, taking her respective spot and going back to her computer.
- for anyone who isnt aware: butterfly's on wrists means it named after someone ( in violetas case - someone who died ) or it's covering a spot from self harm.
ps. i haven't updated this book in like three years but i saw someone asking for more chapters (and this is my fav book ive planned and written), so i decided to publish this chap that ive always had brewing :) love u guys thank u for still reading
