#daisy johnson x fem reader

[thewidowsghost]

Hello, Kaitlynn. I have a Skye/Daisy X reader request.

Reader is a lot like May and has taken a liking to Skye, Reader overhears the team talking about Skye (after she gets her powers) and she defends Skye. (Skye being there to hear what she says.)

Defense (Dais x Barton!Reader)

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Glass shatters over Skye and (Y/n)’s heads.

(Y/n) grabs her girlfriend’s hand, pulling her along.

Skye’s hands tremble, and (Y/n) leads her down one of the staircases into a dungeon like Ward’s.

(Y/n) sits Skye down on one of the beds.

“Honey, you can do this,” (Y/n) brushes a tear from Skye’s cheek as the room continues to shake. “We can do this. I believe in you.”

“I can’t,” Skye whispers. “I can’t ma-ake it stop,” Skye’s voice breaks, more tears running down her face. “Everyone is at risk.

“Honey, look at me,” (Y/n) says, moving to sit on the bed beside her lover. “Focus,” she takes Skye’s hands, brushing the tops gently with her thumbs.

“Yes, you can,” (Y/n) turns her back on her girlfriend for a moment as a sword is stabbed through the barrier (Y/n) had just put up.

“Agent Barton,” Sif yells through the barrier. “Release the girl.”

“Like hell,” (Y/n) replies.

“(Y/n), she’ll get through!” Skye says, meeting her lover’s eyes with wide eyes.

“Ignore it,” (Y/n) tells Skye, though her voice was gentle. “Remember, focus.”

The barrier breaks, and Sif steps through.

In a quick motion, Skye leans forward, grabbing (Y/n)’s ICER from her belt, shooting herself in the chest.

The quaking stops and (Y/n) tears her gaze away from Sif.

Forgetting the Asguardian, (Y/n) lunges at the bed, tapping Skye’s cheeks with a hand.

“Skye!” (Y/n) leans over her lover’s body, pulling Skye’s head into her lap. Tears fall down onto Skye’s cheeks as (Y/n) runs her fingers through Skye’s hair.

“She harmed herself,” Sif says, but (Y/n) doesn’t respond, too focused on Skye.

Coulson and May charge down the stairs.

“Even though she knew it meant giving up her freedom,” Coulson says, stepping up to Sif.

“All to save the rest of you,” Sif finishes, her gaze falling back on (Y/n) and Skye.

“Don’t you see? She wants to get better,” Coulson tells Sif.

May walks over to the bed, resting a comforting hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“If you take Skye away from the people she loves,” Coulson goes on, “she’ll only get worse.”

. . .

(Y/n) is walking from Skye’s hospital bed to their shared room when she hears voices.

The remainder of the SHIELD team is cleaning up the glass while Coulson and May take Vin-Tak and Lady Sift to a place where Lady Sif can summon the Bifrost.

"Jemma . . ." Fitz begins. "Um . . . I know you feel that I could have been, uh . . . a bit more forthright -" Fitz pauses.

Jemma chuckles sarcastically, "Forthright. Fitz, as understatements go I think that qualifies as an instant classic. You lied to me."

"Okay, so now we're even," Fitz replies, putting his hands on his hips. "Could you blame me, the way you were going on about Raina, that she's a-a-a plague to be eradicated?" Fitz questions. "I -"

"Skye is my friend. She’s different," Simmons retorts.

"Oh, yeah. Like I was your friend, and then I changed?" Fitz asks. "How did you handle that?"

By this point, the two had caught the attention of Mack, Bobbi, and Hunter, and (Y/n)’s eyes had glued themselves to the scene in front of her.

"Uh, t-the point is, secrets don't help any of us," Mack says. "Y/n) and Skye should have come clean," he says.

"What, and risk being locked up like animals?" Fitz asks. "Studied? Or who knows what else? No, I wouldn't let either of them."

"Oh, you wouldn't let them," Jemma asks.

"We could have handled them," Mack says. "In a way that would have kept everyone safe."

"It wasn't fair to us, Fitz," Bobbi says softly. "We had a right to know."

"A right to know," Fitz echoes. "What - is that the same way that Sif and the Kree had a right to know?"

"I think this situation's a little bit different, mate," Hunter responds.

"No, you would have done to them exactly what Sif and the Kree wanted to," Fitz argues.

"You don't know that," Simmons says.

"Yes, I do know that!" Fitz yells. "They would - You would - You'd 'handle them'! Mack just said it! Like, uh - Skye is something to be locked away in a cage somewhere. We should be protecting her."

"No, Fitz," Mack interrupts. "We're the ones that need protection from her." Then Mack goes silent, looking over Simmons's shoulder to meet (Y/n)’s eyes.

“You do understand that she shot herself to protect us?” (Y/n)’s voice was deathly quiet, though there was no doubt that the others could hear her.

“It was only an ICER.” Simmons replies and (Y/n) lets out a laugh, and the other’s wince at the slight hysteria in the sound.

“What if Skye hadn’t known it was an ICER?” (Y/n) says, her words taking on a harsh tone. “What if it had been an actual gun? She shot herself in the -” (Y/n)’s words break as she sucks in a breath of air. “She shot herself in the heart. If that had been a real gun, she would’ve -” her voice breaks again.

Mack, Bobbi, and Hunter’s gazes fall on something behind (Y/n), and the higher level agent turns, meeting her girlfriend’s watery gaze.

Skye looks so hurt, so betrayed that (Y/n) almost doesn’t follow. Then (Y/n) metaphorically kicks herself, knowing that her lover wasn’t mad at her.

Word Count: 965 words

[waltermis]

Hacker

*after finding HYRDRA’s location*

Tony: There it is... Boom! Who’s the best hacker in the world people?

Natasha and Y/N: Daisy Johnson

Tony *sulking*: What is wrong with you two? That’s not friendship...

[upat4amwiththemoon]

hiii! i just finished watching agents of shield season 5 and was wondering if you can write a daisy johnson x fem!reader based on the scene in season 5 when deke was going to confess his crush on daisy. so basically daisy and R (who's also on coulson's team) have been dating for a while but the team doesn't know yet, and when deke is about to tell daisy abt his crush on her, she casually mentions her gf. idk why i thought it would be hilarious 😭 also i hope it's not too confusing 😭

Lemons

Summary: When you’re in the past, don’t leave lemons on your crush’s bed.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, platonic Deke Shaw x Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 771

a/n: 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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Deke walks towards Daisy’s room, hoping to find her there, so he could tell her he left the lemons on her bed. He doesn’t want her to think someone else, like Mack, was the one who has feelings for her.

Stopping in front of her room’s doorway, he knocks on the side. Daisy lifts her head up to look at him. He glances to see that the lemons are still on her bed, but his gaze moves to the big bag on the floor. “What’s in the bag?”

“My mom.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t what he expected, but he supposes these kind of things are normal in the SHIELD team. He walks into the room, “I heard about your little dust up, I just wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

“I’ve been better. It’s like the universe keeps reminding me I should never have come back from the future,” she pauses, turning to look at her bed, “also, some creep put a bunch of lemons on my bed, as some weird sort of prank.”

Deke scoffs, glamcing at the lemons and Daisy. “Sounds like classic Fitz.” He lets out an airy and strained laugh. Curses flow through his mind, he should’ve known giving lemons wasn’t a custom in the past. “Look, I- um, I feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. I, on the other hand, I lived in a lighthouse my entire life, only to time travel into the past and still spend every single day of my life inside the freaking lighthouse. So..it’s like, even without Kasius gone, this place just has this leash that keeps pulling me back in.”

“Well, I’m glad you stuck around, even if it’s a little crazy.” She gives him a small smile before looking down at her hands.

The smile makes Deke feel all nervous and bubbly inside. Despite the setback with the lemons, he decides to gather his courage. “Well, maybe it’s not that crazy.” He chuckles quietly. “I-I’ve been wanting to tell you something since we’ve gotten, you know,” he moves to sit next to Daisy on the couch, “I don’t want to say closer, but-“

Daisy scoffs, interrupting him. “You really don’t. Everyone who gets close to me ends up dying.”

“Me too.” Deke says almost enthusiastically, as if that was a good thing. “And that’s why I feel like we have so much in common.”

“My mom.” Daisy mumbles.

“I-I know, and-“ he tries to continue, but Daisy isn’t listening anymore.

“Lincoln.”

“Who’s Lincoln?”

“Uh, Lincoln Campbell. He..he was the first inhuman that I became close with. Fought at our side, and he- he died. He died for me, really.” She sighs, looking at the floor, the memories seeping into her mind. “Right when we were getting going, or, you know, getting good.”

“It sounds like you were really in love with this guy.”

“I was.” She smiles, now other memories invading her thoughts. Deke opens her mouth to confess, but Daisy beats her to it, “luckily I met Y/N.”

“Y/N?” He frowns. “Like, you’re lucky she’s your friend?”

“No,” Daisy laughs, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“As in..you’re dating?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“What?” She raises her brows, fully turning to look at him now.

His eyes widen. “Nothing! I just didn’t know the two of you are dating.” He explains quickly, hoping she can’t see the heartbreak on his face.

“You’re actually the first one to know.”

Deke actually starts smiling. It’s a good feeling to be the one to find out something before anyone else, also, he is relieved the others didn’t send him on a fool’s errand while knowing Daisy isn’t even single. “Well, that’s nice.”

The moment gets interrupted by Y/N walking into the room, “Dais, I heard about the f-“ she stops on her track once she notices Deke sitting there. “Oh, sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Deke knows.” Daisy states with a smile, offering her hand for Y/N, so she’d come sit with them.

“Wonderful.” She mumbles. “Does Deke know how to keep his big mouth shut?”

He raises his hands and nods. “Deke does know how to keep his big mouth shut.” He would never tell her, but Y/N actually scares him a little bit, in a cool way. He thinks she is cool. Which he would also never tell her.

Daisy laughs, kissing Y/N. Deke looks away at that, feeling a ting of pain at the affection, but he’ll get over it. So, he stays in the room, talking with the pair. Because he thinks this’ll be a great trio.

[jessicaaatje]

MEET MY GIRLFRIEND

Summary: Reader is the girlfriend of Daisy and sister of Thor and introduces the Revengers + Korg to her.

You can find the request here.

You met Daisy for the first time when you helped lady Sif to collect Lorelei, only her name wasn't Daisy then, it was Skye. The way she maked you laugh by just making bad jokes was the first thing that attracted you to Skye. You didn't even know half the things Skye said, but it was fine for you.

When your brother Thor went to Midgard to spend time with the avengers you came along with him. Hoping to see the enchanting brunette again and just to hang out with her.

Skye, was different when you saw her. She wasn't named Skye anymore but Daisy Johnson and with that came her quake powers from the terregenis. But that got your attention more.

You gave Thor an excuse to not go back with him to Asgard and decided to help Daisy with excelling her powers. Never noticing that there were feelings growing between the two of you.

So, when Thor heard that Loki was playing as Odin on Asgard, he decided to go to you. He said he wanted to find father and you went with him, leaving Daisy behind.

Odin told you about Hela, your big sister you never knew and that she would be free after his death.

You and Thor got stranded on a planet called Sakaar and you met your new best friend Valkyrie. You and her were team against Thor and you maked a fool out of him.

After the events on Sakaar you decided to go back to Earth and to a certain brunette. Because while you were away your thoughts were always on the one you left behind on Midgard.

Daisy decided to take you out on a drink after you returned, and she asked to be your girlfriend. Of course you said yes. You thought it was amazing to call Daisy yours.

While you loved Daisy and her friends you never let her meet your friends and brother. Not knowing if she would like them or if they would like your girlfriend.

But then the snap happened. Daisy went to ashes in the middle of your anniversary date. And you were lost.

Asgard was no more for a while but the Asgardians were now living on Earth and you decided to search for your best friend, hoping that she didn't go to ashes.

Five years after you heard that the avengers saved the world once again and you went immediately to the place you were with Daisy then. Knowing you needed to see her.

After a long five years you didn't know what you would do if your friends and brother didn't know about your girlfriend. Valkyrie heard stories about Daisy, because you were many times sad and maybe you cried a lot. But she knew and was happy to meet her finally after all those years.

'Daisy, I want you to meet my friends', you said when you saw her again. First you explained what had happened.

'Really?', Daisy asked. And you answered that after those five years you couldn't live with her dying and not meeting your family.

Valkyrie was the easiest, she loved to hear the stories you told her, and she was just serious and not almost killing your girlfriend for dating you.

Thor was the whole time teasing Daisy after he heard about how she was a fangirl for him. But he swore to kill her if she ever hurt you, and you loved Thor that he would protect you always.

Loki never showed up the day you wanted him to meet Daisy, but it was fine, because he still met her a month later. And when Daisy wasn't with you, he would transfigure into her to tease you.

Korg wanted to give Daisy just a hug after meeting her and showed her Miek and told her happily about Miek.

'Darling', Daisy began after she met all your friends, 'your friends are amazing'.

And you just smiled and hugged Daisy.

Word count: 662

[p-taryn-dactyl]

May I request some Daisy Johnson angst?? Maybe reader gets shot on a mission and ends up in critical condition?

a/n: hiii!! Thank you so much for this request!! I love angst, my favorite flavor of fic to consume. I hope you enjoy!!

word count: 1.3k

warning(s): mention of being shot - descriptions of blood - it’s been a while since I’ve seen the show so i hope i did alright - angst - the watchdogs- intended for fem!reader

Don’t Leave Me

The mission was supposed to be a simple one.

Take down the newest faction of the watchdogs, win the fight, go home victorious and snuggle your girlfriend. But, when did anything go right when it came to SHIELD?

The gunfire started out of nowhere, you, Daisy, and Mack caught off guard by the sudden violence, no longer stalking cautiously through the not so abandoned warehouse. Mack was enjoying swinging his shotgun-ax and Daisy quaked her way through hoards of the hateful group. You tried your best to keep up with her but the loud noises of the guns threw you off, making your movements sloppy.

Making you an easier target.

You didn’t even notice the wound until you were on the ground, your head ringing and vision blurry. Then the pain blossomed slowly out from your shoulder, time slowing down with each heart beat. But you were rudely jolted back into reality when another shot rang out, this time you felt the impact shatter your bone as it imbedded a bullet deep into your chest, grazing your heart. You choked, your body shutting down in shock - a desperate attempt to save itself. The floor shook from the giant quake Daisy let out, crying out in agony as her power pushed back against her strength and in distress of seeing you bleeding on the ground. She quaked the Watchdogs around her, breaking their bones without breaking a sweat. The others retreated, seeing the look on the Inhuman’s face. Daisy ran over to you, sliding on her knees to kneel next to you as she frantically examined your wounds. Your vision was slowly pulsing away, a suffocating darkness overwhelming you. The last thing you saw was Daisy’s teary eyes before you succumbed to the darkness.

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Daisy felt her heart skip a beat when you went lip in her arms. She shook her head, desperately searching for a pulse. Mack was yelling into the coms, demanding medical assistance but his voice sounded far away to her. All that mattered right now was you. She took a deep breath of relief when she found a small pulse, a testament to your survival. That relief quickly turned back into panic when she saw your entry wounds.

“Mack! Tell them to hurry!”

Her voice was hoarse from panic, her eyes wide as she weighed the possibility of loosing you- No. No, she couldn’t think like that. You were going to be okay.

You had to.

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No one had seen Daisy loose control like this before. As you laid on the operating table in the medical bay, Daisy paced back and forth, occasionally quaking a mundane object or snapping at an agent who looked at her weird.

You had coded two times already. Two times, she had thought you were gone forever, that she would never be able to hold you again, never be able to watch as you danced to your favorite music, never would she-

“-isy. Daisy!”

Jemma’s voice broke Daisy out of her thoughts, the Inhuman snapping her gaze to her friend. Jemma guided Daisy over to a seat, careful not to touch her as Jemma’s hands, while wearing gloves, were still covered in your blood. Daisy didn’t seem to care, taking a seat and immediately grabbing Jemma’s hands, desperate for something to ground her.

“How bad is it?”

Daisy hated the way her voice wavered but she was allowed to show this weakness. She had already lost so much, to loose you would break her into a million unfixable parts. Jemma sighed, biting her lip and looking away from her friend. After a few moments she looked back, tears of her own glistening in her eyes.

“We removed the bullets safely, no chances of infection. But,” she let out a shuttering breath, “the second one grazed a coronary artery. We were able to close it but with the blood loss and the trauma her body experienced…” Jemma squeezed Daisy’s hands, trying to reassure both of them, “All we can do now is hope she wakes up and her body heals on it’s own time.”

Daisy’s world seemed to tilt to the side, making her stand up as she once again returned to pacing. Something Jemma said clicked in her mind, making her spin around to frantically gesture at the biochemist.

“What,” she swallowed harshly, pushing back her tears, “what do you mean hope she wakes up?”

Jemma winced, not liking what she had to tell the hero.

“Because of the severe blood loss, her brain lost a lot of oxygen, causing stroke like symptoms. Her brain reacted in the only way it could and she’s currently in a coma.”

The silence between the two women was static. For Daisy, Jemma’s words caused every ounce of strength to melt away, allowing her to drop to the ground. She wrapped her arms around herself, sobbing. Jemma was quick to kneel on the ground, wrapping her arms around her friend as she started to cry as well.

“I can’t loose her Jem, I just can’t.” Daisy repeated her tear stained words, shaking in Jemma’s arms. The biochemist nodded her head, making soothing sounds as she herself tried to compose her emotions. You were one of her best friends, she had watched you die on the table twice. She knew that if you didn’t make it through this, your death would kill Daisy Johnson.

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Weeks went by but you remained in your medbay bed, machines around you tracking your cognitive function, your heart rate, your blood pressure. You had tubes in your nose and you stomach, pumping you nutrients and vitamins. The team took rotations on who would watch you. Some nights, Coulson sat next to your bed, reading you a book about history. Other nights, Mack explained the different parts of a motorcycle to you, talking animatedly to counteract the fact of your frozen state. May sat quietly on her turn, occasionally whispering encouragements into your ear, hoping you would hear her voice and open your eyes.

The only person who didn’t visit was Daisy.

In the weeks following your accident, she distanced herself from the medical wing, throwing herself into missions, patching herself up when needed. Jemma attempted to help her but all Daisy could see when Jemma approached her was the blood on her hands.

Finally, after a stern talk from May, Daisy hesitantly approached your bed, her silence scaring Fitz, who was excitedly telling you about an article from an engineering magazine he had read.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll leave you two alone.”

The scientist whispered, leaving the room - not before smiling encouragingly at Daisy.

Daisy stood next to your bed, wringing her hands. Finally, she reached down to hold your hand in hers, trying not to sob when she didn’t feel you respond.

“Hi, baby.”

She kneeled next to your bed, hands grasping yours, head leaning on the side. She looked like she was in prayer but in reality she was cursing whoever was out there for letting this happen to you.

Your fingers shifted in her hand.

Daisy shot up, standing. She watched in excitement and disbelief as you slowly opened your eyes, scanning the room in confusion. She watched as panic built up in your eyes, a response to not being able to speak quite yet.

“Y/N! Oh, honey,”

Your eyes shifted over to your girlfriend, recognition flooding them. You tried to speak but everything in you was functioning sluggishly. Frustrated, you let out a little huff, squeezing Daisy’s hand lightly.

“Oh baby, you’re okay. It’s going to be a while before you can speak okay?”

Daisy turned her head and yelled out to the doctors and scientists working.

“She’s awake! Y/N woke up! She’s awake!”

Daisy and you heard the rapid footfalls of your fellow teammates, causing both of you to smile. Before anyone entered the room, Daisy cupped your face in her hands, kissing your nose softly before pressing her forehead against hers.

“I love you Y/N. Thank you for not leaving me.”

a/n:…i went off prompt with this one…but hey it’s my first daisy fic and i got excited!! Thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed this!! (Also sorry for the abrupt ending). Love you guys 💜💜

[kvhasproblems]

Accidental Confessions.

Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader

Rated: G

Reader uses She/Her pronouns.

Takes place sometime in season 3 I guess (it doesn’t really matter.)

(Spoiler Free)

Characters: Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Bobbi Morse, Daisy Johnson, Y/n

(All of my oneshots will have a Gn and Fem option, this is the Fem option)

“Bobbi I got the hard drive.” I hissed into my coms as I slammed my elbow into the last assailant's head knocking him clean out. I stood up straight a rolled out my wrist. I’ll have to get Jem’s to look at that when I get back.

“Copy that, get back to Z1 so we can head home. This mission took long because someone is just so slow.” Bobbi spoke with an evident smirk in her voice.

“Since you can’t see me I’m rolling my eyes,” I stated earning a small chuckle from Bobbi.

“You better be careful, I think you’ve been spending too much time with Hunter.”

“Says you! Aren’t you two back together?” I ask while running around the corner to where Z1 was parked and Bobbi was waiting.

“It’s complicated!” Bobbi grumbled.

“I’m sure it is VERY complicated.” I teased

“You’re sure one to talk have you even told D-.”

Bobbi was thankfully cut off by the chirp of her phone ringing.

“Sorry, it’s Fitz gotta take this,” Bobbi says with a slightly annoyed face not really caring to cover the sly smile.

Bobbi’s smile drops, once she answers the phone.

“What do you mean hurt?….. How bad?….. I'll let you talk to her…. umhum…..I’ll zip us back…. ok.” Bobbi passes me the phone.

I hold the phone up to my ear and hear Fitz doing his anxious mumbling.

“Hey, Fitz is everyone ok?” I press making my voice calm in hopes that it will calm Fitz on the other side.

“Yes… well no, not at all, well almost everyone, does that count-“ He mumbled rapidly.

“Fitz, tell me who’s hurt.” I insisted.

“Well, Simmons told me to tell you that…” Fitz paused causing my anxiety to rise. “Well Daisy got hurt, and to hurry back.” he rushed out the last part quieter.

I feel my blood drain from my face and I’m glad that I’m sitting down. I take a deep breath.

“Fitz-“ I tried to keep my voice steady. “What happened.”

“I’m not really sure only that Mack ran in with her. Simmons is doing surgery now. She actually told me to hurry back, she probably needs my help.”

Fitz hung up the phone before I could say another word.

I sat in silence my thoughts too loud and disorganized to even think of what to say.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine,” Bobbi spoke trying to assure me.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep… I know I should have gone with her on her mission, May could have come with you.” I say

“The one thing I can promise you is that I’m getting us back to base as fast I can,” Bobbi said with a tight-lipped smile.

“Thanks, B… what if I messed up, by you know… not telling her. What if I never get to tell her?” I trembled my voice almost breaking at the end.

“Don’t think like that yet we don’t know anything, one of the first things you learn at the academy is; If you’re not there to assess the situation don’t make assumptions,” Bobbi said

“I know..” I said

We both fell quiet as Bobbi knew I wasn’t in the mood to talk. The rest of the flight felt like the longest of my life.

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Z1 slowed and began to hover as Bobbi descended the plane to its landing. I flew to my feet, slamming the hanger door open the second we touched down.

My feet were flying me down The Playground’s hallways pushing people out of my way. I’d have time to apologize to them later, I had no idea how much time Daisy has… My throat felt thick as the lump was becoming harder to ignore. My eyes felt hot with the fresh tears brewing.

‘Compartmentalize you idiot.’ i scold myself as I ran. ‘Panic never helps a situation.’

I flew into The Lab and headed straight for the hospital wing. I quickly ran to the shut room and ripped the door open.

There she was. Alive. The heart monitors a steady confirmation that she was ok. Daisy was hooked up to an IV too. The few scratches she has had been cleaned. Her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm.

I slowly lowered myself into the chair beside her bed. She looked so peaceful, that I couldn’t help but reach out and tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. My hand lingering a bit too long.

“Hey Das… you really scared me there… I-“ I choked up a bit before continuing. “I don’t think you know how much you mean to me. I don’t know what I would do without you. When we are together I feel like I’m whole. You are my home. My safe place. And I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you… especially before I got to tell you that I lov-“

“Are we talking about love?” Daisy sleepily and groggily mumbled.

“Hey, Das.” I smiled softly at her. “I guess I was..”

“I’m in love with this girl… she’s amazing,” Daisy said looking deep into my eyes.

I felt my heart sink deep into my chest. I felt embarrassment bloom deep within me filling me with a shame and sorrow that I’d never felt before.

“Oh..” was all I could muster.

“You’d love her you know… She’s so tough and she always beats me when we spare though I think it’s because I’m distracted with how beautiful she looks, even when she’s kicking my ass.” Daisy chuckled almost drunkenly. “She so smart too, she can pretty much keep up with FitzSimmons and she always knows what to do. And she’s so sweet, to me at least. She gives me the best hugs where she holds me right and I feel so safe that I never want to leave. She knows everything about me and always listens when I tell one of my stupid stories and when she looks at me it feels like all my troubles fade away and it’s just me and her. And she always puts the people she loves first and I worry about her because sometimes she forgets to look out for herself. I’m just so in love with her that I’m too scared to tell her… what if she doesn’t feel the same way?” Daisy ranted with a sloppy love drunk smile on her face.

“I'm sure she does Das but what’s her name?” I asked saying praying with every fibre in me that I wasn’t wrong.

“Her name is Y/n and I know you’d just adore her,” Daisy said grabbing your hand that still laid on the bed beside her.

“Daisy… Can I tell you a secret?” I said barely containing my laugh. What kind of meds did Simmons give her? “I am Y/n, D.”

I stared at her as the realization spread over her face.

“Oh. Well, that was less scary than I thought. Do you Y/n, like me back?” she asked almost shrinking back into her bed afraid of the answer.

“Yes Daisy, I love you more than anything. I was telling you all about it before you woke up but since you didn’t hear me I’d be happy to tell you again.” I said with a smile.

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree, the smile giddy and timeless.

“Tell me,” she said in almost a whisper.

“You Daisy Johnson are the love of my life. You are my home, my safe place. I love you more than anything else. I love your smile and your bravery, I love your little stories and how you cuddle up next to me as we binge all our comfort shows, I love how you love and care not just about me but the whole team, I love your heart and your eyes I just get lost in them as I try to guess what you’ll say next. I just love everything about you Daisy. I love you.” I gushed while looking deep into her dark eyes.

My gaze slowly trailing down to her lips. The ones I've imagined kissing so many times.

Daisy reached up to meet me halfway in a chaste kiss. Warmth blossomed in my chest, sparks igniting as Daisy leaned in again this time for a hungrier kiss. The encompassing scent of her conditioner, was dizzying, her slightly calloused hands bushing up against my face to pull me closer.

I could feel her giddy smile against my lips as she broke the kiss. This action alone made my heart soar.

I kissed her on the forehead and tucked her back into the stiff hospital bed.

“You my love need some rest,” I whispered making no move to leave her side.

“Stay with me.” She whispered back.

“Always.”

[spikershoyo]

Sweet kisses and corny jokes | Daisy Johnson x Fem!Reader | smut | minors DNI!

You love the heavy breathing that comes from your pretty girl, how her head bows forward as your fingers slide in and out of her repeatedly. Daisy grips the kitchen counter, the light from the ceiling casts a yellow glow over her skin, her eyes screwed shut as she moans softly.

Her eyes flutter open and she looks into yours, which are concentrated on making her feel good, but once you feel her gaze on you all of your attention is on hers. "You ok?"

"Never better." She whispers out as she smiles lazily. Your thumb circles around her bundle of nerves and that just makes her gasp softly. "I bet." You snicker. You lean in closer and press a kiss to the seam of her lips. You both hear Daisy's phone ring but choose to ignore it.

Later in the night Jemma texts Daisy what she was doing that made her miss her call, Daisy's simple answer was that she was doing things.

You let your other hand snake around her and pulls her impossibly closer. "Jesus, you're soaked." "And who's fault is that?" "Fault?" You ask with a raised eyebrow as you plunge you fingers into her once again, making her let out a mewl. "Baby, I know damn well you and I don't think this is 'my fault.'" You chuckle softly.

Daisy lets her head lean against the crook of your neck, she presses a few soft kisses to your shoulder, slowly traveling over your neck until she reaches your jaw.

Daisy is hyper-aware of her surroundings, the low beep of the oven, the incessant sound of Jemma calling once again, the TV in the background, and the faint music from your next-door neighbors. But it all drowns out when you kiss her roughly and tease her enough to make her fall over the edge.

Daisy comes on your fingers and you whisper into her ear, talking her through her orgasm with words of praise. She opens her eyes as best as she can to look at you as she comes down, her dark eyes seem lighter under the kitchen's light.

You look at her with adoration and then chuckle. "I really made your legs quake there, didn't I?" Daisy's placid smile fades. "God, you're annoying." "You love me."

She chuckles and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose. "Unfortunately." "Hey!"

[samdeancass]

Here For You

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Daisy, Y/N

Description: Whilst being seriously injured from a mission, Daisy comes down with a cold and Y/N is there for her, right by her side.

Daisy felt like absolute death. Despite nearly being killed a few days ago on a mission, it felt like this cold was going to be the thing to kill her off. She groaned as she turned over in the bed, both from the clogged up feeling in her nose and head and the aching and soreness of the injuries she received on that recent mission. 

She tried her best not to wake you up, smiling softly at your sleeping form next to her and taking in all of the different features of your face. The way your freckles were spread across your face, mainly around the bridge of your nose; the little snores that you did when you were in a deep sleep. Daisy relished in these moments, knowing that you both may not have another for quite a while.

As she slowly sat up in the bed, Daisy let out a hiss which, along with the movements, stirred you from your sleep. Fluttering your eyes open, they rested on the beautiful woman next to you as they scanned her body for any kind of discomfort. “Dais, are you alright?” She looked down at you and smiled, trying to hide how much pain and discomfort she was in. But you could see right through the façade and sat straight up, both worry and sternfulness evident on your features.

“Daisy, tell me what’s wrong so I can help you. I want to help you get better. Please.” You knew that Daisy didn’t like admitting when she needed help, she thought it made her weak, but when she seen the pleading look in your eyes, she couldn’t help but break down. 

“It hurts all over, Y/N. My legs, my arms, even my head. I’ve never felt so helpless before. I’ve overcome so much but it has to be a fucking cold that keeps me down.” She sighed as stray tears slid down her face, grimacing as she took too deep of a breath. 

Immediately you jumped out of bed, not before kissing Daisy on the head and disappeared out of the room for a while which left Daisy very confused. She had just poured her heart out to you and you just disappeared out of the room. 

After a few minutes, you came back into the room with a tray filled with Daisy’s favorite snacks as well as all of the medicines that she would need to feel better. Fresh tears slid down her face as a mixture of emotions overcame her. As you placed the tray on her knee, you leaned in and pecked her lips. “Only the best for my girl. I want you to get better as quickly as you can. I hate seeing you like this, so upset and hurt. I’m going to take a few days off so I can stay here and take care of you because there is no way that I am leaving you here by yourself. I will always be here for you.”

Daisy smiled, a small blush flushing her cheeks. “What did I ever do to deserve someone as amazing as you?” “You were just yourself, that’s why I love you.” You leaned in and kissed her again, this time for a little longer, pouring all of your love into it before getting into the bed on the other side and cuddling up with Daisy, ready to spend the next few days completely with each other.

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[random-writerings]

My Type

Ship: Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Summary: You struggle to come out to the team, but after a game of ‘fuck, marry, kill’, you accidentally reveal that you have a crush. When the team meets Deke, Daisy suggests you should ask him out because she thinks he's your type. But she doesn't know that she's actually your type.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2.4k

“Fuck Fury, marry Tony Stark, kill Hulk,” Hunter answered Bobbi’s question, slurring his words slightly and waving his bottle of beer in air as if to emphasise his words.

“You answered that a bit too fast, Hunter,” Mack laughed.

“Yeah, and why marry Tony Stark? He's a bit of an egomaniac,” Bobbi asked.

“For the money, duh. He's bloody loaded.”

“I think you guys are focussing on the wrong part,” Fitz chimed in. “Hunter seems to think he can kill the Hulk.”

“Of course, I don't. It's hypothetical and I can say what I want.”

“Fine, whatever. Who's next?” Mack turned to you, sitting next to Hunter.

“Fire away.” You laughed, sipping your drink.

The team had gotten back from a particularly tough mission a few hours ago and Coulson had suggested that everyone take the night off while he finished off the mission report. This, of course, led to Hunter and Mack pulling out the beers and ordering take out.

You were all relaxing on the couches chatting amongst yourselves and relieving the stress of the mission. By now, everyone was fairly drunk and Hunter had suggested playing a game. The team settled on ‘fuck, marry, kill’ with the Avengers.

“Okay, let me think.” Mack scratched his head in an over-the-top thinking gesture, causing some giggles from Jemma and Daisy. “What about … Thor, Captain America, and Iron Man.”

You internally cringed at the mention of only male Avengers. You hadn't come out to the team yet. With all the constant danger, there had never been a right time. But you hid how you felt about Mack’s choices. May had taught you well.

“Hey we just had Iron Man!” Hunter protested.

“No, we had Tony Stark,” Mack countered.

“Same person, Mack.”

“Fine.” Mack sighed. “Thor, Captain America, and …”

You prayed for Black Widow, or Maria Hill, even though she wasn't technically an Avenger.

“Hawkeye,” Mack finished.

Damn, you had forgotten about him.

You hummed, pretending to think it over. Your heart picked up slightly when you released now would be a good time to tell everyone you didn't like men. You were all relaxed and having fun, no one was in immediate danger … Sure, it wasn't the perfect time, and May and Coulson weren't here so you would have to tell them separately, but is there ever really a perfect time? And if it went badly, you could always blame it on the alcohol or hope there was a chance that everyone would be too drunk to remember in the morning.

Okay, here goes. You took a deep breath.

“Hmm, I'm not sure. None of them are really my type.”

This caused gasps of shock from Bobbi, Jemma, Yo-Yo, and Daisy.

“How is Thor not your type?” Bobbi asked.

“Yeah, Thor is everyone's type,” Yo-Yo stated matter-of-factly.

“Even May said he was dreamy!” Daisy added

“Have to agree with ladies, love. Thor is pretty hot.” Hunter shrugged.

“Plus, that's not the game,” Fitz added. “It doesn't really matter who's your type, you still have to choose. I mean, I married Loki on my go and I hate that guy.”

Okay, so that didn't go as planned. Never mind, just roll with it.

“I know.” You laughed. “I just wanted to see your reactions. I guess, I'll fuck Thor, marry Captain America, and kill Hawkeye. But let the record show that I feel bad because Hawkeye seems like a genuinely nice guy.”

“Interesting,” Jemma spoke up. “Why not marry Thor? He's a god and you'd get free trips to space.”

“Damn, what is with the Thor obsession?” You held up your hands in mock surrender. “I just figured that marrying Cap would be great because he'd be a gentleman. I mean, he is from the 40s. Plus, he probably knows how to dance and it's something I kinda want to learn.”

“Yeah, I can see the appeal.” Yo-Yo nodded.

“I'm curious. What is your type, if it's not three of the most attractive men on the planet?” Hunter nudged you playfully.

“Uh.” You hesitated. Here it is, this is the moment. Just reply “women”. It's that simple. It's just one word.

But your eyes landed on Daisy, looking at you expectantly, waiting for your answer, and the word got stuck in your throat.

You had had a crush on Daisy for months now. You had been working with Bobbi and Mack under Robert Gonzalez, tasked with infiltrating Coulson’s S.H.I.E.L.D. and reporting back. But when you had met Daisy, things had gotten complicated. You had pushed your feelings aside, determined to finish the mission. But when the two S.H.I.E.L.D.s had merged to fight against the Inhumans at Afterlife, you had watched Daisy become stronger and more confident, controlling her powers despite the pain she was going through. You admired her and your feelings for her had only gotten stronger the more you got to know her.

But you knew she didn't feel the same way. You had watched her flirt with Lincoln and she had opened up to you about her past relationships; one with a man called Miles, a hacktivist who sold information leading to the death of a powered person, and her relationship with Grant Ward, who turned out to be Hydra. She never mentioned being in a relationship with a woman or even liking women at all.

But then again, neither had you.

“Yeah, come on, y/n.” Mack’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “What is your type?”

“Uh, I don't know. Dark hair, maybe?” Your thoughts drifted back to Daisy. “Kind eyes, and a bright smile. Someone who's very smart and can be intimidating at times but also makes everyone laugh.” You stopped when you heard Jemma giggle. You looked up at her. “What?”

She smiled knowingly. “That's very specific. Sounds like you have someone in mind.”

“No I –” You started to defend yourself but Yo-Yo cut you off.

“Yeah, look at you blushing and smiling. You definitely have a crush.”

“Come on then. Tell us who it is.” Daisy leaned forward, resting her forearms on her thighs, smirking playfully at you.

Your whole body tensed up at her words. Your hands which had been fiddling with your bottle stilled and your back straightened slightly. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Hunter staring at you, the teasing smile on his face faltering a little when he noticed your body language. Then he laughed loudly and threw his arm around your shoulders.

“Oh don't make the poor woman say it out loud. She's obviously embarrassed. But it's okay, love. No need to be ashamed. I’m a real catch, I know.”

There was a pause before the whole room erupted in laughter. Hunter looked around in mock offense and you caught on to what he was doing; he had noticed you were uncomfortable and shifted everyone's attention onto him instead. You made a mental note to thank him later.

“What the hell makes you think she was describing you of all people?” Fitz asked incredulously.

“Yeah, no offense Hunter, but you're not exactly intimidating.” Mack wiped tears of laughter from his eyes.

“I can be!”

“Well, you're not all that smart either,” Bobbi joked.

Hunter gasped dramatically and clutched his chest, falling back on the couch.

“You wound me. You really are a demon, you know that Bob?”

“Ugh, you're such a flirt.” She rolled her eyes at him but she was smiling fondly.

Later, after everyone had turned in for the night, you stayed behind to clean up the kitchen area. As you binned some empty bottles, you heard someone approach you. You turned around to find Hunter holding more empty bottles. He placed them on the counter before turning his attention to you.

“So, Daisy, huh?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” You grabbed the bottles off the counter and put them in the bin.

“Yeah, you do. Are you going to tell her?”

You sighed. “No. Not right now anyway.” But you knew that was a lie. You’d had many opportunities to tell Daisy how you felt but you always chickened out at the last second.

“Just a word of advice, don't wait too long. When you do a job like this, the future isn't certain. You never know what we'll face next or if we'll even survive it. You don't want any regrets.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Hey, this isn't about me. But for the record, yes. I don't always remember to tell Bobbi I love her and I always regret it when something bad happens. Also, we're all watching Mack and Yo-Yo flirting with each other but avoiding any real conversation about their feelings and it's getting painful at this point. So, just don't wait too long, yeah?” He said as he turned to leave.

“Yeah, alright,” you agreed.

But, little did you know, it would be years before you ever told anyone else.

~~~

The team had made it back from the deadly post-apocalyptic future and thankfully everyone was alive. It was just you, Daisy, and Noah in the Lighthouse, until Daisy had spotted Deke on the computer. She had left to break him out of prison and they had returned successfully. But you were still waiting for the rest of the team to return from their mission.

Now, Daisy was watching Deke, who was talking to Noah across the control room, while she ate cereal out of the box.

“You know, he's totally your type.” She spoke in a hushed voice, as if she was telling you a secret.

“What do you mean?” You looked away from the monitor on the desk, confused as to why she would bring this up out of blue. You had never shown any interest in Deke when you met in the future and you were hesitant about him being in the Lighthouse.

“I mean, he totally fits what you described as your type,” she replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. But when you gave her a confused look she sighed and explained. “Remember a few years ago, while we were still living in the Playground, we all got drunk and played ‘fuck, marry, kill’?”

You nodded. Considering all the crazy stuff that had happened since then, you had honestly forgotten about that night. Then it suddenly hit you where Daisy was going with this.

“And you described your type and Hunter joked about you having a crush on him–”

“Yeah, Daisy. That's not–” You tried to stop her but she kept going.

“Well, I think Deke kinda fits the criteria. First of all, he has dark hair. He doesn't smile very often but when he does, it's nice. I don't really know what you meant by kind eyes but I know he can be a bit intimidating. I mean he sold me to Kasius and that was scary. And I suppose he is sort of smart, in his own way. I also watched the footage of him getting drunk at the bar and it's very funny. So, you see, he may be a bit annoying, but he's definitely your type.”

“He's really not. Trust me.”

“I'm serious. You should ask him out.”

You laughed out loud at that, causing Deke and Noah to look your way curiously. Daisy shushed you jokingly but that just made you laugh harder. Deke and Noah went back to their conversation while you caught your breath.

“There is no way I'm asking him out. He's a complete moron and, like you said, he sold you to Kasius. So hell no.” You paused for a moment. “But what I want to know is, how did you remember all that stuff? I said that years ago. I didn't even remember saying it until you brought it up.”

Daisy looked away, inspecting her monitor for news of the team. You felt like she was deliberately avoiding your gaze, and you swore you could see a light dusting of pink colouring her cheeks through her dark hair.

Before you could say anything else, Deke and Noah called out to you both, drawing your attention to the monitors on the wall. The rest of the team had returned.

~~~

Later, you and Deke were searching one of the many storage rooms in the Lighthouse for something that Fitz needed to close the rift to the Fear Dimension. Because apparently that existed now. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents never can catch a break.

“Look, it'll probably be quicker if we both search different rooms,” you suggested.

Deke agreed and left, bumping into Daisy on the way out. She entered the storage room, leaning against the wall. You could feel her staring so you turned to her. She raised one eyebrow at you.

“What?” You asked.

“You tell me. You and Deke … alone … in a storage room…”

“Oh shut up. You know it's not like that.”

“Why not?”

“Daisy, are you seriously trying to set me up with Deke? I mean, really, of all people? Deke?” You rolled your eyes and turned back to the box you were searching.

“Oh come on, he's your–”

“He is not my type, Daisy!” You snapped loudly, slamming something back in the box. “You really wanna know why? It's because he's a man!” You turned to face her as you confessed.

There was a pause as you realised what you just said. You closed your eyes and sighed.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath.

Might as well come clean about everything, while we're at it.

“He's a man, Daisy. I don't like men. I never have,” you continued, quieter this time. “In fact, that night, I was talking about someone specific, someone I had a crush on. Someone I still have a crush on,” you corrected yourself and took a deep breath, preparing for what you were about to say next. “It's you Daisy. You're my type. I was just too scared to tell you. I didn't want to ruin our friendship because it means so much to me. And I understand if you don't feel the same–”

“Actually, I do,” Daisy interrupted you, all traces of her previously teasing tone gone. “I do feel the same about you.”

“Oh, okay,” you spoke softly, shocked.

Daisy smiled at you, that bright smile that you loved so much. Then she closed the distance between the two of you, pressing her lips gently to yours.

The moment was interrupted by hurried footsteps coming down the hall and Deke throwing open the door.

“I found the thing Fitz needs. Let's go.” He didn't even stop long enough to process what he interrupted before running away towards the control room.

You turned back to Daisy and you both laughed. She took your hand and you headed down the hall hand in hand.

[thewidowsghost]

The Crisis Begins (Memories - Pt. 2)

Part 1

Daisy Johnson / Skye Masterlist

Main Masterlist

One of (Y/n)’s first memories was her sister’s, Natasha, sixth birthday.

Melina sets (Y/n) on the floor next to Yelena, who was about two - (Y/n), three.

(Y/n) gets to her feet, running and stumbling over to Natasha, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a few wrapped gifts sitting in front of her.

“Happy birfday,” (Y/n) chirps, giving her sister a big hug.

Natasha smiles down at (Y/n), giving her a hug in return.

Natasha’s birthdays had been few and far between.

The next one (Y/n) had known about had been just before they’d escaped the Red Room.

Every Red Room assassin had a partner, and (Y/n) and Natasha had been paired together all throughout their training, and Natasha wondered if Melina had been the influence on the pairing.

(Y/n) hadn’t been able to find a birthday cake, or cupcakes, or cookies, but she had found a loaf of fresh bread.

(Y/n) sneaks into their shared room, and she pulls the loaf of bread out of the backpack she’s wearing.

The fourteen year old (Y/n) hands her sister the bread. “Happy birthday,” she murmurs, though she knows that Natasha would have to be going through her graduation ceremony.

Natasha meets (Y/n)’s gaze before she smiles, getting up from her bed to give her younger sister a hug.

“Thank you,” Natasha murmurs.

(Y/n) glows, happy to have gotten something that made her sister happy.

. . .

You glance around the corner of the wall, catching sight of the HYDRA guard walking up and down the hallway.

Natasha crouches down beside sister, and her jaw clenches harshly.

“It’s the Solider,” Natasha mutters, recognizing the frame and dark brown hair of the Winter Soldier. There had been a situation between the Soldier and (Y/n) about a year ago, and it hadn’t exactly raised Natasha’s respect for the man, even if he was being controlled.

(Y/n) slips down the hallway, her feet silent on the ground, Natasha following closely behind.

. . .

(Y/n) drops to the floor as an arrow implants itself into the wall above her head. Natasha catches the look of terror on (Y/n)’s face, and she pulls (Y/n) to her.

Natasha’s emerald gaze burns with anger, and she gets to her feet, crouching below the wall. “Stay here,” the redhead tells (Y/n).

(Y/n) swallows thickly, but she shifts onto her feet. “I’m not letting you go alone,” (Y/n) replies, frowning slightly.

“You’re hurt,” Natasha replies, pushing (Y/n) back to the ground.

(Y/n) glances down at her left leg, bloody and bruised yellow and purple. The injury would’ve grossed out anyone else, but (Y/n) and Natahsa were trained assassins - they weren’t allowed to be bothered by injuries and, as Dreykov had called them, violations, no matter how awful.

“Now, stay,” Natasha tells (Y/n), and finally, (Y/n) nods.

Natasha inches forward, catching sight of the man - a bow in his hand, and a quiver strapped to his back.

An archer.

“Natalia Alianovna Romanova,” the man says and Natasha pauses, standing still and studying the archer some more. He looked to be a few years older than her, and he looked more hardened than Natasha, which surprised her a little. The archer raises her bow, but what happens next shocks both him and Natasha.

(Y/n) gets to her feet, swaying slightly, but she hobbles between her sister and the archer.

The archer lowers his bow slightly. “You’re just a kid?” the archer asks in his low voice.

“My sister and I escaped,” (Y/n) replies, shifting her weight to her good leg. “W-we’re done.”

. . .

Lying with Daisy, (Y/n) had never felt more at home.

(Y/n)’s stomach rumbles, and she sighs, disentangling herself from Daisy and trudging down the hall towards the kitchen.

(Y/n) grabs an apple and a granola bar, sitting down on her favorite couch and resting her hand on her slightly rounded stomach. (Y/n) frowns slightly at a picture of her, Natasha, and Yelena together on the TV stand- she wished that it could be like that again.

(Y/n) takes a bite of her granola bar, and her sour mood leaves her, humming happily at the taste of the chocolate and peanut butter bar.

Natasha Melina Romanoff yawns as she pads into the living room. Studying her daughter, (Y/n) realizes how much her daughter looked like her aunt - her red hair starting to grow, leaving red roots and blue ends.

“Hi, baby,” (Y/n) greets her daughter, and Natasha smiles sleepily, stumbling over to the couch and lying down and resting her head in her mother’s lap.

“Mornin’,” Natasha murmurs, her eyes fluttering shut as (Y/n) runs her fingers through her hair.

“Still tired?” (Y/n) asks her daughter, who yawns in reply.

. . .

After the transition to SHIELD from the Red Room and HYDRA, (Y/n) had decided to move to Starling City for a fresh start - at about 19.

‘The island they found us on is called Lian Yu,’ (Y/n) reflects on the island. ‘It’s Mandarin for purgatory. We’d been stranded there for five years - me and Oliver Queen. I’d dreamed of my rescue every cold, bleak, black night since then. After five years, I’d only had two thoughts, to survive and escape from that hell.

Oliver had offered her and her girlfriend, Sara, on his yacht as a sort of vacation.

Sara cuddles up to (Y/n), her head resting on her chest.

(Y/n) smiles, her nose resting against Sara’s temple.

Rain batters the side of the yacht, and Sara’s arms tighten around (Y/n)’s waist.

“It’s okay,” (Y/n) murmurs. “I’ve got you.”

Sara pulls away for a moment, studying (Y/n)’s face - the scar on her bottom lip, the scar above her left eye that cut her eyebrow, the long scar along the side of her face, and the scar along the bridge of her nose. She lifts a hand, running a finger down the scars, and (Y/n) shifts slightly.

“Is this okay?” Sara asks, though she’d done the same thing a few times before.

“I’m not ashamed,” (Y/n) replies, and Sara notes that it’s not exactly an answer to the question so she stops, snuggling closer to (Y/n). “Sara,” (Y/n) says after a moment.

“Yes?”

“I think I -” (Y/n) pauses. She wonders for a moment of the words she was about to use were as childish as the Red Room had taught her.

Suddenly, the boat shifts, and the mattress the two were laying on flips over, Sara landing on top of (Y/n), who was squished flat between the floor and her girlfriend (and the mattress).

(Y/n) strains, but shoves the mattress aside, and Sara rolls over to one side about three feet away from (Y/n), no longer pinned between her girlfriend and the mattress.

The window beside the two shatters from the force of the raging storm outside.

As if in slow motion, Sara reaches out a hand for (Y/n), her eyes wide with terror. (Y/n) also reaches out a hand.

Fingers brush.

And Sara is ripped through the broken window.

A scream tears through (Y/n)’s chest, and the door to the cabin bursts open.

Oliver stares between the shattered window - which was rapidly filling the room with water - and the heartbroken woman on the floor.

“We’ve got to go,” Oliver yells at his friend. He pulls (Y/n) up from the floor of the cabin - the water at about hip level now - and he drags her outside and to a lifeboat.

“Hey,” Daisy’s hand rests lightly on (Y/n)’s shoulder from behind the couch.

“What?” (Y/n) starts slightly, jostling Natasha’s head, which was still resting in her lap.

Natasha’s eyes flutter open, and her stomach rumbles. She looks up at her mother, and goes to say something, but stops at the haunted look in (Y/n)’s eyes.

“I’m gonna go get something to eat,” Natasha murmurs, getting up and giving (Y/n) a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Daisy circles around the couch, sitting down beside her wife. “Honey, are you okay?”

“Just lost in memories,” (Y/n) replies, leaning into Daisy’s shoulder.

“Lian Yu?” Daisy wonders aloud, and (Y/n) nods.

“Stupid fucking island,” (Y/n) mutters.

“Have you talked to Sara or Oliver recently?” Daisy asks - she knew about (Y/n) and Sara’s previous relationship, but it had been almost seventeen years since that relationship had ended.

(Y/n) shakes her head in reply, resting her hands on her four month pregnant belly.

“We should name the baby after them,” Daisy says thoughtfully, and (Y/n) looks over at her wife. “Oliver Phillip Johnson if it’s a boy or Sara Thea Johnson if it’s a girl.”

“You’ve clearly been thinking about this,” (Y/n) says.

Daisy nods, “It’s a big decision.”

(Y/n) considers the names. “I do like that,” she murmurs; Daisy grins in reply.

“I'm glad!” she chirps.

. . .

Daisy leaves (Y/n) alone to make the girls a snack and she starts when she hears a knock on the door. Daisy heads towards the door, unknowingly dusting her hands off on her pants.

Daisy opens the door, and blinks in surprise at the crowd of people framed in the door - a woman, maybe five foot nine, with blue eyes and blond hair; a man with a buzz cut blond hair and blue eyes; and another blonde haired, blue eyed woman; and a shorter woman with dark brown hair and hazel eyes.

“Dais?” (Y/n) makes her way sleepily towards the door, wriggling into a sweatshirt. (Y/n) falters a few feet from the door, her eyes wide with shock. “Ollie? Sara? Felicity? Thea?” (Y/n) stares at her friends for a moment.

“Why don’t y’all come in?” Daisy asks, opening the door further to allow the four figures to step inside.

Felicity excitedly embraces (Y/n), who smiles brightly, returning her friend’s hug.

“How are you?” Felicity asks, casting her gaze across the living room.

“I’m really good,” (Y/n) replies; and then she flushes embarrassedly at the messy state of the living room. “Sorry about the mess -”

Skye, (Y/n) and Daisy’s oldest daughter - 11, emerges from her bedroom, blinking in surprise at the four extra people in the house.

“This is Skye,” (Y/n) introduces her daughter to Team Arrow. “And this is Felicity, Thea, Oliver, and Sara.”

Skye waves shyly, and Sara smiles at the girl.

. . .

Daisy offers to make dinner, leaving (Y/n) and her friends to talk.

“What’s up?” (Y/n) asks, settling down on the couch, her late sister’s cat Liho, resting in her lap.

“What?” Thea questions.

“I haven’t seen any of you in years,” (Y/n) replies, stroking the cat’s fur. “There must be something going on if all four of you are here now.”

Oliver and Sara exchange a glance.

“The world or rather -”

Another knock on the door makes Oliver stop talking; (Y/n) sighs, getting up from the couch.

(Y/n) opens the door, and a figure falls into (Y/n)’s arms, sobbing heavily.

The others watch as (Y/n) soothes the blonde haired woman, a dark haired girl standing in the doorway of the house.

“What’s wrong?” (Y/n) asks her sister’s girlfriend.

Kate goes to reply but Yelena interrupts her. “I miss Nat,” the blonde wails.

“What happened to Natasha?” Sara asks, and the other members of Team Arrow murmur questioningly.

Yelena pulls away, looking at the other people in the room, and (Y/n) brushes away the tears sliding down her sister’s face. “I’m sorry,” Yelena mutters. “I didn’t realize you had company.”

“You never have to apologize,” (Y/n) tells her sister gently. “And I miss her too.” (Y/n) turns back to her friends. “Natasha died. A little over a year ago.”

The looks of shock on the faces of Team Arrow tell (Y/n) enough - people knew about the deaths of Tony and Steve, but the world would never seem to care about her late sister and the influence she’d had on the lives of so many people.

(Y/n) turns to Kate, who is leaning against the closed door, “Why don’t you take Yel up to the guest room? I’ll come to check on you later, okay?”

Kate’s lip quivers, and she nods, blinking back her tears, sad that her girlfriend was so torn up.

Before Kate and Yelena can leave, (Y/n) embraces the dark haired girl and presses a sisterly kiss to her forehead.

Daisy emerges from the hallway the girls’ rooms were down, and, seeing Team Arrow watching (Y/n) worriedly, the brunette crosses the room in a few strides.

“Kate and Yelena are heading up to the guest room,” (Y/n) murmurs. “She misses Nat.” Daisy swallows thickly, but before Daisy can reply, (Y/n) straightens herself. “It’s fine,” she says, in a sort of voice telling Daisy that nothing was fine.

(Y/n) and Daisy stand still for moment, conversing in quiet tones that the Team Arrow members couldn’t hear, and then, the two walk back over to the living space.

(Y/n) and Daisy take up positions on a couch across from the one Sara and Felicity were sharing.

“So, what’s going on?” (Y/n) asks.

“He’s called the Anti-Monitor,” Oliver begins and just the name has goosebumps rise on (Y/n)’s arms. “And he’s going to try and destroy all the worlds.”

“All of the worlds,” Daisy leans forward slightly. “The way you’re phrasing that suggests that the multiverse theory is correct.”

There is another knock on the front door and Daisy gets to her feet, walking over to answer it.

“Uh, hi,” Daisy greets the newcomers - a dark haired man with hazel eyes, a woman with wavy long brown hair and brown eyes, and a man with long dark black hair and brown eyes.

“Barry, you’re late again,” Oliver comments from the couch, and the hazel eyed man grins sheepishly. “This is Barry Allen, Cisco Ramon, and Caitlyn Snow. They’re kind of our multiversal experts.”

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I love you

Summary: Two kinds of love.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1623

a/n: friends to lovers trope! There are still tropes without characters :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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“Hi, babe!” Y/N squeals as she walks into the communal area, finally back at the base with her teammates after a long mission. “I missed you so much, you don’t even understand.” She walks straight to Daisy, ignoring everyone else in the room.

“You’re home!” Daisy jumps up from the couch, abandoning the shooter game she was playing with Mack.

The two laugh as they pull each other into a big embrace. They’re acting as if no one else is in the room, which makes the others either roll their eyes playfully or share a knowing smirk amongst one another.

“How was the mission?” Daisy holds one of her hands on Y/N’s waist, not wanting to let go of her now that she is finally near.

Y/N shrugs with a small smile. “It was fine.” She is still wearing her suit, but she really wanted to see the others—Daisy to be more specific—before cleaning herself up. “May and I kicked their asses.” She punches the air while doing sound effects.

Jemma walks over to the duo, interrupting their giggling, “do the rest of get a hug or is it just Daisy?” She asks with a smile.

“Shut up.” Y/N pulls Jemma into a tight hug. “I missed all of you.”

“Equally?” Bobbi smirks, her brow raised, as she looks at the from the kitchen side of the room.

“Now, now,” she tilts her head, looking back at Bobbi with a grin, “lets not get too far ahead of ourselves.” Y/N turns to Daisy and kisses her cheek. “I’m going to get cleaned up. I love you!”

“I love you.” Daisy says after her while staring at her back as she walks away from the common room. She has a wide smile on her face even after she is gone.

Sitting back to the couch and picking up the console, she starts playing the game with Mack again. Jemma and Bobbi are in the kitchen area making dinner for the whole team.

“So,” Mack starts, keeping his eyes on the game, “when are you two going public?”

“Huh?” Daisy’s attention gets completely taken off the screen, which causes her character to die. Mack lets out a groan, but she pays no mind to it. “What do you mean?”

He looks at her with his brows raised. He is trying to see if Daisy is being serious. “With your relationship?”

“We’re just friends.”

Mack squints his eyes. “You expect me to believe that?”

“We are! I don’t know where you got the idea of us being together.” She mumbles, but there is an uncertainty to her voice. Is there something else between them? Seeing the conflict on her face, Mack decides to drop the subject and continue the game in silence.

Daisy paces around her room, brows scrunched up and lips raw from the force she is biting them. Her mind is all over the place. She doesn’t know what to think about the situation between her and Y/N. They’ve always been close, they hit it off instantly when they met, and ever since then, they’ve been practically inseparable.

She thinks over every interaction they’ve had during the years. She is trying to search how they could have made their relationship seem romantic without meaning to. Sure, they’re always attached by the hip, and have said they’d never be able to live without the other, going as far as promising they’ll have free reign over each other’s houses if they ever move out of the SHIELD base. But every best friend does these kind of things. It’s not abnormal for them to seek out physical contact with each other, or spend more time huddled together in one bed rather than sleeping in their own ones. Friends call each other cute pet names and say I love you multiple times a day.

Pausing, Daisy closes her eyes. She tries, she really tries to assure herself they’re just friends. That there are things all friends do.

But she doesn’t do these things with anyone else than Y/N. She doesn’t call Bobbi babe, or hold Jemma’s hand whenever they go outside, or sit impossibly close to Mack when they play games.

Y/N isn’t just a friend to her.

She really loves her.

Daisy goes out to the hallway, starting her quest of finding Y/N, so she can talk to her immediately. She peeks into few different rooms, all of them empty. She tries to rack her brain if Y/N mentioned having another mission, but she shouldn’t, not so soon after the last one.

Soon enough, she bumps into Jemma. “Do you know where Y/N is?”

Her eyes turns wide as she takes in the urgency in Daisy’s voice. “Last time I saw her she was going to the locker room, pretty sure she is about to go grocery shopping with Bobbi. Is everything okay?”

The question doesn’t get heard by Daisy, as she is already half across the hallway, practically running towards the locker room.

She barges into the room, scaring Y/N and making her drop the shirt she was about to put on. “Sorry!” Daisy turns around immediately when she notices the amount of bare skin visible, her cheeks flushing red, as if she has never seen Y/N naked before.

“Jesus, Dais.” Y/N lets out a breathe, calming down now that there is no immeasurable threat to fight. She picks up her shirt and pulls it on. “What’s going on?” Giggling quietly, she picks up her bag, slightly put off by Daisy’s behavior.

“Nothing.” She presses her eyes shut, cursing at herself for losing all of her composure in front of Y/N. “Just wanted to say hi, and…add stuff to the grocery list before you leave.”

“Okay.” Y/N stares at Daisy’s back, she still hasn’t turned back around. “What did you want to add?” Her voice is soft and her eyes study her friend as they start walking out of the room.

“Candy?”

The word comes out more of a question rather than a statement, which makes Y/N give Daisy a weirded out look. She hums, slowly nodding. “Pretty sure candy is already on the list.”

“Right, Hunter.” Daisy clears her throat. Of course, candy is already on the grocery list, it’s the first thing Hunter writes on it every time the empty shopping list appears on the fridge door.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, sorry, I think I’m just tired.” She lets out a forced laugh.

Y/N can see right through her, they both know this, but fortunately for Daisy, she decides to let it go. “Okay. Well, I have to go or Bobbi will leave with out me.” She gives her a playful roll of her eyes and a grin.

“I love you.” Daisy says as she stops walking.

“I love you too!” Y/N has a wide smile on her face while she continues making her way towards the door.

However, Daisy grabs her hand, not letting her leave. “No I-“ she hesitates, not sure if this is a good moment for a confession or if she really has the bravery to do it, “I love you.”

“Oh.” She stands there, furrowing her brows while she looks at Daisy, who is giving her a very peculiar look. Y/N’s mind works overtime as she tries to think why Daisy would have to repeat the sentence they’ve told each other multiple times be- “Oh.” Her eyes widen in recognition.

“Yeah.” Her voice is quiet.

The two stand there, looking at each other, Daisy’s hand still holding onto Y/N’s arm. Neither of them know what to think or to do in a situation like this. Daisy’s hands are shaking, and her heart feels like it’s beating out of her chest from the nervousness she is feeling.

“I think I feel the same.” Y/N whispers. She is looking at the ground, her brows furrowed together and lips slightly parted.

“Really?”

The way Daisy’s voice gets a pitch higher when it’s full of hope and happiness makes Y/N smile. She does love her. She always has, but she has never been brave enough to face those feelings. “Yeah.” She laughs, a sudden surge of giddiness overcoming her body.

Daisy pulls her closer by the arm she is holding, and smashes their lips together. The feeling is better either of them could’ve ever hoped for. Their bodies are melting together, like they’re meant to be, and maybe they are.

They pull away, breathless and smiling, still staying close to each other. “I think I want to do that again.” Daisy states, her eyes fluttering open when Y/N’s forehead meets hers.

“No one is stopping you.”

At that, Daisy pulls her back in, moving her arms to Y/N’s hips, holding onto them tightly so she’d never be able to get away.

“No PDA in the hallways!” Bobbi’s sudden loud voice makes the two jump away from each other. Their wide eyes meet Bobbi’s slightly disgusted ones, she is trying to shield her eyes with her hand. “Is it over?” When she hears quiet and embarrassed mumbles, Bobbi crosses her arms over her chest. “I am very happy you two finally decided to stop pining after each other, but we were supposed to leave fifteen minutes ago, Y/N.”

“Sorry.” She tilts her head to the side with a small smile. “I got, sidetracked.”

“I saw it.”

“I’ll see you later?” Y/N looks at Daisy.

“Yeah, my room.” She whispers so Bobbi won’t hear.

Y/N nods, kisses her cheek, and jogs over to Bobbi, finally ready to go grocery shopping. “I love you!”

“I love you too!”

[jessicaaatje]

Nightmares

Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Request is here.

Summary: Reader having a bad dream about one of the missions, Daisy is there to comfort her.

TW: Mentions of shootings, blood and death.

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Hey, I'm sorry to let you guys wait for so long for a fic, but I struggled with writing an ending in this one and I had a tiny writing block. Further my posts are going to slow down maybe, because school is going to start again, but I still have wips and my requests are still open, it only will take some time.

Hope you enjoy!

Chronicoms, creatures from the planet Chronyca-2, they want to destroy the secret agency called SHIELD. What do they do for that? They are using the method of time travel, travelling to an important time and change history.

Now they went back in time before SHIELD was grounded, the mission was to eliminate Peggy Carter, one of the founders of SHIELD and a SSR agent. The perfect moment in time is at a gala, whereby everyone could come in.

One moment everything was fine.

Another moment the first thing to notice was the sound of guns being fired.

Your team - existing out of Mack, Daisy, Elena, May, Coulson, Deke and Simmons - made sure that the civilians were safe first, before getting ready to take oout the chronicoms.

Some agents from the SSR were going down, because they just didn't know that the people who were firing at them, weren't actually real people.

When the first chronicom noticed that your team was also on the gala, he notified the others and the firing moved from the SSR agents to the team.

'Guys, they want to kill Peggy Carter', Daisy realised as first, 'we need to get her to safety'.

'Copy that, Deke make sure she is out of here', Coulson replied.

It felt like hours before Deke came back to help again, here everything seemed to slow down.

Deke, instead of firing his gun, fell down on to the ground. You ran to him to help him stop the bleeding, only it was so much, too much.

The second person who was shot was May, she was like a mother figure for you so you screamed, screamed until you felt your throat become raw.

'SIMMONS, May and Deke are down come help me give them medical', you screamed into the comms. Only to be answered with a static. Meaning Simmons was or to busy, or she was down too.

You saw Daisy, your girlfriend sending quakes to many chronicoms, but you also saw a gun being fired at her. A second later she was down.

'Mack, Coulson, you guys still with me?', you asked, not sure if you are completely on your own.

'I'm still here y/n, but Mack is down', you felt a little bit relieved, relieved that there maybe was hope, 'and there are more chronicoms coming now'. With that all the feeling of hope left your body, knowing that you couldn't leave this mission alive.

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'Y/n'

'Y/n, wake up'

Daisy was trying to shake you awake, because you were mumbling and screaming in your sleep. All that woke Daisy up, notifying her that you were plagued by a nightmare.

'Y/n'

You jumped awake -if it wasn't for your girlfriend the chance was big that you would fall out of your bed- your breath was unsteady, you got shivers all over your body and you didn't know where you were.

The first thing you felt was hands on both your shoulders, making you look around the room with terror in your eyes.

'Y/n, it's me, Daisy', you could hear the sentence but your breathing was still to heavy and your mind was to hazy for you to focus on her.

Daisy knew this so she did the next thing she hoped to comfort you, holding you against her with almost a deathgrip. Letting you know she was there.

When you were mumbling in your sleep, Daisy heard you crying out May's name, about her being shot. So the next thing to let you calm down was to let you know the team was fine.

Grabbing her phone and calling the contact called 'Deathly May'.

It took a while, but the phone went over and May asked what was wrong in a groggy voice. Daisy was explaining the situation and soon after setting the phone on speaker and giving May the chance to calm you down.

'Y/n, I'm okay, you hear me?', May said, 'The mission was good, nobody got hurt there, you are fine. I am fine, and I will see you tomorrow on the Zephyr alright?'.

You nodded, getting slowly out of the daze from your nightmare, 'Thank you May', you mumbled and let May hang the phone.

'Daisy, I'm sorry for waking you', you said after a moment of silence, not looking into her eyes.

'What?', Daisy asked stunned, 'you don't have to be sorry, I have nightmares too remember? And when I have one, YOU help me, so I help you now too'.

'But let's go back to sleep alright? I will be here when you wake up', your girlfriend said to you and you replied with a nod.

'Good night, y/n'.

'Good night, Daisy'.

Moments later you guys were both asleep snuggled into eachother.

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I’ll have a daisy johnson fic out tonight!!

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would you do daisy johnson x fem!reader quotes?

No sorry :/ I’ve never watched Agents of SHIELD so I don’t want to risk writing for a character I don’t really know

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black lace | Daisy Johnson x fem!reader | smut | minors DNI!

Daisy closes her eyes and lets her head fall back against the pillow, her lip swollen red and bitten by your kisses.

She lifts her head a bit to look down at the view, you, between her legs with your mouth on her, all while also having your fingers stuffed inside her. She whimpers softly and lets her head fall back.

All of this happened just because she wore some black lace panties today. Not that she's complaining. But it did catch her off guard when you had pushed her against the couch and you quickly got on your knees.

Daisy snaps back into reality and lets out a soft moan when you add a third finger inside her. "Fuck-" She chokes out and puts a hand in your hair, her fingers digging into your scalp and she tugs. You let out a groan which sends vibrations into her, making her moan louder.

A delicious cycle.

Once her legs start squeezing around your head, you know she's close. You pull your mouth off of her cunt for a moment and look into those beautiful eyes of hers. Some of her black eyeshadow is messed up due to a few tears escaping her, the lipstick she wore today was gone, all of it smudged around her mouth.

"You look so pretty, baby." You say to her as your fingers continue moving inside of her. Daisy looks at you and sniffles, her hips bucking up against your hand.

You knew what she needed. "You wore those panties today and I couldn't help myself. You know black looks absolutely gorgeous on you." You smirk before putting your mouth back on her.

Daisy lets out one final moan before you feel the familiar wetness of her climax on your lips and fingers. You still keep on licking her entrance but her hands push you away as overstimulation starts to set in. You pull off of her, wipe away the come on your face, and smirk down at Daisy. "Wear those again sometime."