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verybadatwriting · 1 year

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Runaway

ReaderxAvengers, ReaderxPlatonic!Daisy Johnson

Summary Y/n’s burnt out.

Warnings: Creepy fans, cursing, running away, negative self talk, and negative ‘other people talk.’ (What do you call that??)

Gn!reader

Word count: 563

“Hey Y/n.” Steve said, “Today’s a High Intensity Interval Training day. You can grab something to eat after. Then Stark has a charity event he wants us to attend. Can you try to dress nicely this time?” Before you could answer, he left for the gym. You followed close behind.

“Y/n? Ah, there you are.” Stark sighed when he saw you were still wearing sweaty workout gear and finishing breakfast. “Ugh, you’re gonna have to finish that quickly. We leave in an hour.” You left the rest of your breakfast on the table, since you obviously weren’t gonna get a chance to finish it.

Two hours into the event, which felt like a bunch of people telling you to sit up straight and smile for the camera, you managed to get a moment alone. Away from endless reporters and creepily obsessive fans. You leaned against a column and pulled out your phone to see if your friend, Daisy Johnson, wanted to hang out next weekend.

Naturally, that's when the Watchdogs, anti-inhuman fanatics, crashed the party. You, along with the countless other super powered individuals, were easily able to subdue them. During the fight, one of your ‘fans’ attending the event managed to snap a pic of a wardrobe malfunction. The pictures spread like wildfire online.

Nobody at SHIELD or on the Avengers seemed to care. They were too worried with what they found on one of the anti-inhumans. It was some space-alien-tech. Didn’t really matter to you. Not when your whole public image came crashing down and was replaced with a new one.

After they solved the problem of the Watchdogs and their alien murder weapon, all attention turned to you.

“Y/n!” Stark yelled, “How could you?! This will take ages to sort out! Why didn’t you make sure nobody saw?!”

“You think I wanted this?” You shot back, “You think I said to myself ‘Ya know what I really want right now? A photo of me leaked across the whole internet.’ No! I fucking didn’t! Steve, back me up here.”

“It’s your responsibility to properly represent the team.” Steve said, “And you’ve completely failed at that.”

“See?” Stark cried, “For God’s sake, Y/n, when Steve and I agree, you know it’s bad. Do you know how much this will cost us?”

“Only my reputation.”

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In the morning you were gone. You left your room nice and tidy. You took things of sentimental value, money, and clothes. The rest was in neat boxes by the door. You left a note on your bedside table. It took three days for the press to get ahold of the news. Just from observing the clips on TV, the Avengers seemed distraught. The countless missed calls and unanswered texts to your phone confirmed it.

The one person you felt bad about leaving was Daisy Johnson. She’d helped guide you through joining SHIELD, albeit mostly online. You sat on your cheap motel room chair, staring at your phone. Her number was ready to call. Sitting there. You instead decided to text her, just to let her know you were alright.

Hey Daisy. I’m sorry I worried you. I’m alright. I couldn’t handle the stress of being on the team. I probably won’t be back.

You turned your phone off, and went to sleep. In the morning, you took your stuff, left a nice housekeeping tip, and left to enjoy your newfound freedom.

#daisy johnson #marvel #avengers #avengers x y/n #marvel x reader #angst #with some #freedom!#at the end #gn!reader

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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

#daisy johnson #daisy johnson x fem!reader #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x gn!reader #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield x reader #agents of shield #daisy johnson fanfiction #agents of shield fanfic

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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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R and Daisy (or Bobbi) giggling nervously about how they hope Coulson doesn't find out that they snuck it out for a joyride + car sex.

Daisy Johnson x GN!reader

Soft gasps and moans are escaping from Daisy's lips, your own working along her neck as her hips grind down into your lap in the backseat of the pristine red corvette which you had snuck out of the shield base to get some much needed alone time.

You were parked in some random empty lot in town, hands desperately roaming each other's bodies after weeks of pent up frustration that was finally able to be let out.

An hour goes by when you two feel as satisfied as you can be by having sex confined in the back of a small car so you fix your clothes and hop back into the front seats.

You turn the key starting the engine, dropping the top to help clear out the strong smell of sex in the air.

"You think Coulson noticed we stole Lola?" You chuckle, turning out of the parking lot and heading towards the base.

"We haven't been gone for that long," Daisy says, putting her hand on your thigh and mindlessly rubbing her thumb while you drive, "but I could really use something to eat."

"What's twenty more minutes, we can stop at that taco place on the way," you reply.

After successfully acquiring the tacos you eat them in the car, making sure not even a single piece of diced tomato was left behind as evidence before returning to the base for real this time.

You thought you got away with your joyride as you pull into the garage and there was no angry Coulson waiting to scold you but as you're locking the door May comes up behind you.

"So where did you two go?" She says with a knowing look.

"We uh… just needed some air I mean we've been stuck here researching potential inhumans on earth for like three weeks," Daisy explains.

"Is that so?" May says raising an eyebrow, "Y/N your shirt buttons don't line up."

You quickly look down to see a few of your buttons are indeed mismatched and awkwardly try to fix it.

"Please don't tell Coulson," you beg.

"I'll keep your secret if you buy me dinner and I mean a good dinner from that fancy steak restaurant," May states.

"Deal," you reply, spending some money on an expensive steak was far safer than Coulson finding out you and Daisy not only stole his beloved Lola but also defiled her.

"Are we having a party in the garage?" Coulson says scaring both you and Daisy as he walks in.

"Nope, nothing going on here," Daisy laughs nervously.

Coulson takes a moment to analyze your clearly anxious body language and makes his own assumptions.

"Okay I get it," Coulson says and you two look at each other fearing you were caught, "May walked in on you and Y/N doing what people young and in love do."

You sigh in relief, "you got us, Daisy and I were fooling around here in the garage."

"Alright May, let's leave these love birds alone, they've been working hard and deserve a little fun," Coulson laughs, "but keep your personal activities far away from my precious Lola."

"Yes sir," you nod.

As he and May are walking towards the door May looks back at you and grins, she was really looking forward to her fully paid for steak dinner.

Besides, she didn't want Coulson finding out the truth either because if he did she would be the one he complains to for days on end and she too was already losing her mind being stuck in the base with the rest of you for so long.

With them gone you and Daisy finally relax.

"I can't believe we actually got away with that," you say, pulling her into your embrace.

"Me either, that was way too close," she replies, kissing you sweetly, "so you want to make out before we get back to work?"

"It's like you read my mind."

#agents of shield imagine #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson x reader #x gender neutral reader #fic

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samdeancass · 3 months

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Daisy and gn!Reader getting drunk and Daisy telling her " you make me smile ... and also super horny, but that's not the point. "

Hey! Your request has been written and posted. You'll find it here:

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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Idiot

Pairings: Kate Bishop x avenger!Reader; ex!Daisy Johnson x Reader; bestfriend!Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: Reader has feelings for new avengers recruit Kate Bishop, but is an idiot in how they go about them.

A/N: vvv angsty. I tried to make y/n gender neutral but please flag to me if you notice gendered language.

Your cheeks go hot as you replay the voicemail again. You look at your best friend, Yelena who is leaning against the countertop with her arms folded.

“This will show you Y/N,” Kate slurred in her voicemail. “I’m not gonna take your crap anymore.”

“She sounds hurt.” Yelena eventually says, looking at you.

You sigh, “yeah I think she is.”

You’d been trying to lead the new young Avengers for a year now. Ever since Tony, Nat and Steve died, there was no one else really. Clint needed time with his family and you respected that. Sam and Bucky were getting their heads round losing Steve. Wanda was off taking over a town and grieving Vision. Bruce was not interested and neither was Thor for that matter, so it came down to you.

It was a lot of pressure. And sometimes you felt it weighing you down, draining you, consuming you. You had a team who looked up to you to protect them.

Yelena looks at you sternly: “you’re too hard on Kate.”

You nod, knowing Yelena is right. She usually is.

You remember when Clint had phoned you, asking if you needed a new team mate and he had just the right candidate. You agreed and then when you met Kate you felt the world around you stop. Your heart beat was thumping in your ears, your hand lingered as you shook hers. You nodded along even though you couldn’t really hear what she was saying, you were just staring at her face.

You look at Yelena “I hope she’s okay.”

Yelena laughs, “look at you caring about Kate Bishop.”

You roll your eyes, “I’ve always cared about her.”

It is true, you always had cared about her. Probably too much. You were incredibly harsh on her in training. During combat training you would always undermine her, fighting dirty, which usually ended up with Kate lying on her back groaning in pain.

“You’re going to need to learn how to fight back, Kate,” you’d hiss “the bad guys aren’t going to let you get away with it.”

You’d berate her constantly and pull her up for the slightest mistakes in front of people. Not your finest moments you admit. Even worse that Yelena had to tell you to give her a break.

The deepest shame you ever felt though was when Clint had phoned you to ask what you were playing at and why Kate had phoned him in tears. You leaned back in the same chair Natasha had sat in when she was trying to lead the avengers during the blip. Nat would be so disappointed in me, you thought.

You eventually sighed and told Clint everything. “I like her, okay! I really like her! And I need her to be good so I don’t feel the need to save her on missions!”

“Y/N,” Clint smirked, “you’re not going to get the best out of her if you break her.”

Unbeknownst to you, Kate was listening in to your phone call in the room you’d taken as your office. She smiled to herself knowing you liked her back. She was incredibly attracted to you and tried everything to impress you. Just when she thought all of her efforts were in vain, she’d heard you confess your feelings to Clint and it gave her a new sense of hope.

That was until your next mission. You’d saved your ex, Daisy Johnson from scientists who experimented on her for her powers. You had brought Daisy back to the compound and introduced her to everyone while she recovered. You couldn’t help but notice Kate’s face fall when you explained to everyone who Daisy was.

You spent a lot of your time with Daisy while she was back at the compound, reminiscing on old times. Often you’d share a moment; you’d look at each other and the thought would come into your mind: “what if?”

Kate would usually inadvertently interrupt during these moments. She’d just quickly say “sorry!” Then she’d avoid eye contact and scurry out, avoiding eye contact with you.

“New kid likes you,” Daisy smirked after one time when you had your arm round her watching a movie and Kate had stumbled in.

“Kate? Nah I don’t think so,” you disagreed. Nonetheless, when you saw Kate in training later that day beating lumps out of a boxing bag; you knew to leave her alone.

Kate’s interruptions would usually ground you. You’d realise that you liked her and wanted her. Daisy was in the past and that was for a reason. Even though it was nice to have her back and see a familiar face during a particularly stressful time, when you fell asleep at night your brain would flood with sweet dreams about the cute little archer.

That was until one night in your office after plenty of beers and talks about the past you found Daisy sitting on your desk looking at you hungrily.

You weren’t going to fall for it at first, looking her up and down. “We should probably go to bed.”

You had fully intended to get into your own bed and get some sleep, as you had scheduled training for 7.30 every morning. But there was something about the way Daisy’s eyes darkened as she looked at you and how she bit her lip that made you think fuck it.

Daisy smirked at you, “I am happy to do this here… or in your bed.”

You looked at her sternly for a minute before grabbing her face and kissing her roughly. You pushed her back to lie down on the desk and pulled down her jeans. Daisy writhed under you, letting out breathy moans.

And just like your phone call where you explained your feelings to Clint; Kate was outside the door, ready to tell you how she felt. Instead, she heard everything.

The next day, Kate was in a terrible mood. You’d felt guilty and groggy after the night you’d spent with Daisy. When you entered the training room you didn’t even look at anyone at first, you just wanted the day to be over with. You trained with Yelena as Kate stormed around the training room, huffing and puffing as she went.

“What’s up with her?” Yelena asked she threw her leg into the air to kick you.

“Beats me,” you shrugged, dodging her kick. “In other news, I slept with Daisy last night.”

At this Yelena stopped, shaking her head at you. “That explains it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at her “what?”

“I shouldn’t have to tell you.” Yelena smirked and threw a punch which you dodged. “But I will say you’re terrible at managing your own love life.”

Kate didn’t turn up for dinner, and she was not around later that night when everyone had gathered in the common room area. You looked around but couldn’t find her.

That’s when you got the voicemail and you pulled Yelena into the kitchen to listen to it with you.

“Well I suppose we should go get her,” you say at last to Yelena.

Yelena smirks, “I doubt she wants to see you right now.”

You grab your phone and car keys and begin to walk out the door: “well she’s got no choice, are you coming or not?”

Yelena catches up with you, “of course I’m coming, she might want to actually see me.”

You roll your eyes and get into the car: “F.R.I.D.A.Y. give me a location update on Kate Bishop please.”

The virtual assistant inputs the dive bar Kate had found herself in into the GPS in your car. “Oh for fuck sake!” You curse looking at it “she couldn’t have picked a shittier part of town!”

Yelena laughs, “well you really have done a number on her.”

You start to drive, you speed out of the compound and take a harsh right, throwing you and Yelena around in your seats. You didn’t care, you just needed to get to Kate. You could tell by her voicemail she’d be too drunk to fight if anything bad happened to her.

Yelena turned up the music in the car, mindlessly singing and nodding along to Dua Lipa and Sean Paul’s No Lie.

She looks at your face of stern concentration. Your hands gripping at the steering wheel and your eyes fixed on the road. Just hoping, just praying that Kate was okay.

“You know,” Yelena says looking at you “if you weren’t such an idiot and just told her how you feel, she wouldn’t have done this.”

You scoff, “yes, thank YOU, Yelena.”

You weren’t in the mood for Yelena to be right. Of course, she was right. If you’d just brushed Daisy off all those times and focussed on Kate this could have been a different story. You could have been lying on the couch with your arm round her instead. You shook your head, pulling yourself back to earth while Yelena continued next to you.

“It’s not that I don’t like Daisy, Y/N. I do, but she’s not for you.”

“Yeah I know.” You mumbled. You pulled up outside the bar. “We’re here.”

You both get out of the car and look up at the dingy place. The lights in the sign were flickering, you could barely see inside because of the grime on the windows. From what you could see, it was dimly lit and full of greasy men. To put it bluntly: it was grim.

You look at Yelena “I’m hoping you have a weapon on you.”

“I always do.” Yelena smiles. You looked at her up and down, not being able to tell where the weapon was concealed. You nodded at her, happy that she was there with you.

The two of you storm into the bar looking for Kate. It doesn’t take long to spot as she grips on to the bar, nearly falling over.

You walk up to her, holding her waist to steady her. “Good you’re here,” you say “right let’s go.”

Kate turns round and pathetically tries to fight you off, “I’m not going anywhere with you, Y/N!”

You groan “Kate, come on we can talk in the car.”

A greased up man twice Kate’s age sitting next to her turns round: “you heard her! She doesn’t want to go with you.”

At this Yelena discreetly has a knife pressed to the man’s neck: “shut up.”

Kate looks at you both wide eyed, “can’t you both just leave me alone!”

“No,” you say taking Kate’s arm to guide her out the bar, “you’re coming home.”

Kate tries to shuffle out of your grasp but then sees Yelena following behind you, knowing it’s futile. You suddenly feel the flush of usual anger you felt towards her all those times in training where you would challenge her. You open the back door of the car for her.

“Get in.” You say through gritted teeth. Kate sheepishly gets in, pulling her seatbelt on and folding her arms like a child.

You get in the drivers seat and drive off. You mute the radio to which Yelena gives you an unimpressed look. You catch Kate’s eye in the mirror.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You ask. The anger made your blood boil. No, not anger; anguish.

“Ugh Y/N, why do you care?“ Kate groans back at you.

“Kate you could have been hurt!” You basically shout at her.

“You don’t even like me anyway!” She cries back, tears forming in her eyes. “You treat me like shit Y/N! I don’t know why you suddenly care.”

“I do fucking care Kate!” You scream back. “I care so much I thought I was gonna throw up on the way here!”

Yelena looks at you, “Y/N, that’s enough.”

You compose yourself and take some deep breaths. “I’m sorry, Kate. I shouldn’t have shouted at you.”

Kate silently cries in the backseat, resting her head against the window and looking out at the night sky as everything zoomed past her.

The rest of the car ride was stifling silence. Even Yelena didn’t bother to turn up the radio. You kept trying to catch Kate’s eye in the mirror but she was clearly ignoring you. You couldn’t blame her, you had been horrible to her. It was time to think about how you could turn this around.

When you pull up at the compound, you get out and open Kate’s door for her. Her head sticks out the car and she’s sick all over the ground.

You screw up your face at the smell but you know you should be making it up to her. You tell Yelena that you’ve got this and let her go inside. You help Kate out of the car, pulling her hair out of her face and rubbing her back as she continues to be sick.

“I don’t understand why you don’t like me Y/N. I’m just so confused. I thought you did but then Daisy…” she throws up again.

“Kate,” you start but realise you can’t explain yourself. “Come on let’s just get you to bed.”

You put Kate’s arm round your shoulders and hold on to her waist to guide her to her room. You sit her down on her bed and take her boots off for her. Kate throws herself back on the bed pulling the covers over her.

“Night Kate,” you say softly, tucking one of her curls behind her ears. She holds on to your wrist lightly. You lean down and kiss her forehead. “I do like you,” you whisper “I’m just just an idiot.”

Kate’s eyes start to flutter as she falls asleep. You turn off her lights and leave her in peace to sleep, wondering if she heard the last thing you said to her.

I’ll talk to her in the morning, you thought. Time to stop being an idiot.

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daisybeewrites · 3 years

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July — d.j.

for @dreamcxtcherr ‘s 3k writing challenge. congrats lena!!

word count: 1.8k

warnings: mention of car crash/death, mention of alcohol consumption, daisy cries, i think thats it lmk if not!!

ship: R x daisy johnson

okay y’all… first ever anggstttttt!!! i’m way too excited about it. if you want a fully immersive experience, i recommend listening to july by noah cyrus slowed + reverb

(gif uncredited on pinterest (ugh, i hate that. credit a gif if you use it!! im trying to find the owner)) update — found owner

It was another mission. Another nightmarish fire-fight where you almost lost a limb, almost lost a friend, almost lost your life. Twenty-four hours later and you’re back home, safe.

Well, as safe as you can be when your engagement is on the verge of breaking off.

You stare at the simple ring on your left hand. White gold band, a tiny amethyst set to the left of a diamond. There was a nearly identical one lying next to the sink, the only difference being the switched places of the glittering gems.

You know she didn’t do it purposefully. You had both been exhausted after what was supposed to be an in-and-out mission turned into a hostage situation. Daisy did what she always did as soon as you were home — take off her gauntlets, wash her hands in the sink, grab a snack, and hop into a steaming shower.

But you still can’t stop yourself from staring at it, eyes fixed, hands shaking, breath held and mind racing.

You used to join her. You would wash each other’s hair, ease each other’s sore muscles with delicate touches on tender purple-black bruises. She would lean into you, letting you braid her hair and falling asleep in your arms, drifting into a deep slumber. It was intimate, lovely; it was normal and perfect.

Taking a sip of your room-temperature beer, you slide off the cool granite of the kitchen island. You had a new routine after missions now, you just had to get used to it.

You hear the shower shut off, bare feet pad into your cosy bedroom, and the door shut with a loud creak. The minute squeak of the mattress tells you that Daisy flopped into bed.

A ghost of a smile lights your face. It looks more like a grimace, you think, as you check your distorted reflection in the green glass of your beer bottle. Chucking the empty bottle in the recycling, you run a hand through your dirty, salty hair. The comfy sweats you changed into an hour ago would need to be washed, the dirt still adorning your skin rubbing off on the black material. You exhale before heading down the hall towards the bathroom.

The tiled room is filled with steam, the mirror fogged up so that only a blurry outline of your silhouette could be seen. You are unrecognizable.

How fitting.

The quick, cold shower you take does nothing to ease your mind or body. You wipe the mirror in a circle, taking out a first aid kit.

With all your cuts bandaged and the proper creams Jemma had snuck to you and Daisy applied to your fresh bruises, you headed into the hallway in your towel.

Daisy is standing in the kitchen, lilac lounge shorts you bought her last Christmas showing off her tanned and scarred legs. She looks warm and soft, a very different Daisy than the superhero who had broken a mob boss’ legs just hours before. Her hair is wet and in braids. You frown. You always braid her hair.

If she hears you, she doesn’t turn around, so you take a moment to admire her. Ten seconds, that’s all you give yourself. It was a stressful mission, if you stare too long she might snap. From the back, you can’t see the dark circles you know are there, but you can see the tension in her shoulders and the slight tilt of her head as she ponders what to eat.

You say nothing as you go to the bedroom to change. You find a black pair of SHIELD sweats and an old, holey t-shirt you vaguely remember stealing from Fitz. A presence at the doorway catches your attention.

“Hi,” Daisy says tentatively. Your breath caught in your throat, your lungs holding the air captive until Daisy spoke again.

“I missed you.”

Your eyes widened. Maybe tonight wouldn’t end with one of you on the couch, clutching a six pack while the other cried as quietly as possible, tucked into cold, lonely sheets.

“Braiding my hair, I mean,” She clarified. Her fingers twisted together, rigid posture giving away her nerves.

The air felt humid, as if the open window had suddenly sucked all the AC out and let the mid-summer heat in. Your memory flashes to the last time you and Daisy had a normal, happy conversation.

The edges are fuzzy, but the pure joy in Daisy’s chocolate eyes is clear. Fairy lights strung haphazardly around the living room, a movie playing in the background, your lips on hers. Blankets make a ceiling over your head that shut out the rest of the world, this moment was only for you two. You played with the thin metal band on her ring finger, she ran her hands through her hair. Her matching ring scratched your scalp lightly. You both smile as you pull away. You whisper childhood stories, laugh at the funny parts and offer melancholic smiles at the not-so-lighthearted parts. You were happy.

That night you got the call — Lincoln Campbell, yours and Daisy’s best friend, had wrapped his car around a telephone pole coming off of a long shift at the hospital. His blood alcohol was almost .40.

Eggshells littered the house from the time you got back from the funeral. One wrong word, Daisy would snap and spend hours punching a bag until her fingers bled. You would fill those hours with whatever was closer — wine or your car keys. You pulled yourself out of your head, realizing you should answer her.

“I missed it, too,” You breathed.

Daisy made a small, unintelligible noise before collapsing against the door frame. You froze for only a second, your mind racing through possibilities. Was she bleeding internally? Was it her back again? Did she get shot and not notice until now?

You leap over to her, catching her as she crumbles to the hardwood floor.

A quiet sob wracks her chest. Your hands hover over her slouched back, unsure how to comfort her. At this moment, Daisy feels foreign. Her sudden vulnerability alerts you to how she’s been holding her emotions in for god knows how long.

“Daisy…” You start, hesitantly.

Daisy hiccups loudly, another wave of tears washing over her.

“Tell me to leave, I’ll pack my bags,” Daisy cried, “But I don’t, I-I don’t want to lose you!”

Burning tears gather on your lash line, threatening to fall at her words. You never could stand to see Daisy cry.

Your brows furrow slightly in confusion before you realize what Daisy is talking about. After Lincoln’s death, you two had fought increasingly more often until Daisy locked herself away or spent the night at May’s, and you went for drives until your car ran on empty. On those nights, bottles of wine disappeared from the cabinet without a trace.

Daisy sits up, stamping down her sobs, seemingly resigning herself to the fact that you aren’t going to say anything. Her trembling lip and red eyes pierce your heart. The astronomical distance between you two seems atomic now. You reach out quicker than lightning, shushing her cries and rubbing her back.

“Do you want to go?” You asked after a while. Your knees dig uncomfortably into the floor, your shoulder hurts from the ridges in the doorframe.

Daisy sniffles, her hair falling into her face as she looks away. You crane your neck down, carefully tucking her hair behind her ear.

“You know I’m afraid of change, I guess that’s why we’ve stayed the same,” You sigh, your chest constricting and squeezing the broken glass pieces of your heart.

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself to continue, “But if you want to find a new life, someone who loves you better than I do, darling, I understand.”

Daisy is still frozen, stare burning holes in the floor. You’re glad that the two of you are at home, the poly-tectic adaptive materials hidden between the walls keeping the house from collapsing. By the slight groan of the foundation, you can imagine Daisy could bring down a mountain with the amount of pain she’s in.

Which can only mean one thing.

“I’m not enough,” You stated. It wasn’t a question. You glance down, a glint in the low light cast from the lamp on the bedside table catching your eye. She has her ring on…

Daisy finally, finally shakes her head ‘no’. You let go of a breath, guilt building every second that passes. She isn’t happy. You shouldn’t be happy that she’s staying.

“Feels like a lifetime, we’ve been trying to get by while we’re dying inside,” You say, gently.

Daisy snaps her eyes to yours, a desperation in them you recognize as grief.

“So much of the past year has been consumed by grief. We never took time off, we never talked about it. I’ve done a lot of things wrong, loving you being one,” She whispers.

You nod, there is no denying that you each had a part in getting to where you are now. Delicately, you grab her hand. She squeezes it, a rush of small vibrations traveling up your arm. Your chest flutters at the familiar affection.

“So have I,” You assure her. She gradually falls towards you, exhausted. You let her rest her head on your shoulder, her breath evening out as her arms wrap around you. You feel hot tears flow down your face, fall onto her hair. Slowly, you pull Daisy closer to you.

Hours later, the sun peeks over the top of the mountain range in the distance. You had adjusted the two of you sometime around two a.m., no longer able to feel your legs from how the floor cut off your circulation.

Sometime around three, you had gathered the courage to move Daisy to the bed, trying hard not to wake her. She had only turned over and not let go of your hand.

You haven’t slept at all tonight, thoughts spinning until you force yourself to pause and count to ten, only to repeat the pattern.

You know what you have to do. You know what’s best for the both of you. You’ll leave, pack your bags and find a place to stay until you can scrape up enough money to rent an apartment. You’ll go to therapy, learn to live without Lincoln, without Daisy. Eventually, Daisy will heal, too. You both have the team at your backs, no matter what happens. She would be okay.

But you know you won’t. The fear of losing Daisy, of losing your life, your home, yourself stops you. You can’t move on. You can’t move forward.

You know that the big changes it takes to heal could cost you Daisy. So, you stay the same. You give into fear. You’ll never be enough, never love Daisy right, never quite heal fully — and neither will Daisy. But you still stay.

You’ll always stay the same.

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enchanted-sorcery · 3 years

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hola everyone, i’m maze :) welcome to my blog!

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fandoms i’ll write for

american horror story, arcane, genshin impact, marvel, the vampire diaries, the originals

characters i’ll write for

american horror story

romantically & platonically: james patrick march, madison montgomery, michael langdon, misty day, the countess, violet harmen, xavier plympton, zoe benson

platonically only: cordelia goode

arcane

romantically and platonically: caitlyn, ekko, jayce, jinx, mel, silco, vi, viktor

platonically only: none at the moment

genshin impact

romantically & platonically: albedo, arataki itto, beidou, childe/tartaglia, diluc ragnvindr, eula lawrence, hu tao, jean gunnhildr, kaeya alberich, kamisato ayaka, kamisato ayato, kujou sara, kuki shinobu, lisa minci, naganohara yoimiya, ningguang, raiden shogun/baal/ei, thoma, venti, xiao, yae miko, yanfei, yun jin, zhongli

platonically only: amber, barbara pegg, klee, noelle, qiqi

marvel

romantically & platonically: daisy johnson, james “bucky” barnes, loki laufeyson, michelle jones (mj), namor/k'uk'ulkan natasha romanoff, peter parker, wanda maximoff

platonically only: none at the moment

the vampire diaries

romantically & platonically: caroline forbes, damon salvatore, katherine pierce, stefan salvatore

platonically only: bonnie bennett

the originals

romantically & platonically: elijah mikaelson, hayley marshall, niklaus mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson

platonically only: davina claire

types of writing i’ll write

narratives/one shots, headcanons, drabbles (five characters max per request)

character x reader (female or gender neutral), will be gender neutral unless specified!!

fluff, romance, angst, dark

death, pregnancy

aus/alternative universes (eh, why not <3)

what i won’t write

actual smut. cannot for the life of me do it. no.

male reader- i don’t mean to offend, i just don’t think i can portray a male reader in writing without making a lot of mistakes. i’ll try to make as many as my writings gn (gender neutral) as possible :)

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kvhasproblems · 2 years

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Accidental Confessions

Daisy Johnson x Gn!Reader

Rated: G

Reader uses They/Them 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 my fics have a Fem and Gn version, this is the Gn version)

“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 them…. 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 person… they are 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 them you know… They're so tough and they always beat me when we spare though I think it’s because I’m distracted with how beautiful they look, even when they're kicking my ass.” Daisy chuckled almost drunkenly. “They are so smart too, they can pretty much keep up with FitzSimmons and they always knows what to do. And they're so sweet, to me at least. They give me the best hugs where they hold me tight and I feel so safe that I never want to leave. They know everything about me and always listen when I tell one of my stupid stories and when they look at me it feels like all my troubles fade away and it’s just me and them. And they always put the people they love first and I worry about them because sometimes they forget to look out for themselves. I’m just so in love with them that I’m too scared to tell them… what if they don't feel the same way?” Daisy ranted with a sloppy love drunk smile on her face.

I felt a smile creep up on my face, I felt stupid for hoping but…

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

“Their name is Y/n and I know you’d just adore them,” 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.”

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platonicavengers · 3 years

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christmas day

pairings: platonic!avengers x teen!gn!reader, brief mention of platonic!daisy johnson x teen!gn!reader

word count: 569 :O lil baby

warnings: none! maybe some swearing, but this will all just be some christmas fluff :) also this one probably won’t have too much dialogue and im sorry but as i wrote it i just didn’t feel the need to add much so im sorry if u prefer more dialogue heavy stories :( this is also prob gonna be pretty short but ehhhhh it’s content :P

author’s note: a lil surprise oneshot just for christmas :) i hope you’ve all had an amazing day and i hope u enjoy this fic <3 oh and also pietro is alive in this bc he is my emotional support dead man

summary: you spend christmas with the avengers :)

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You woke up at exactly 7 a.m., rushing to get dressed so you could open the many presents resting under the tree.

You made sure to pull on your favorite Christmas sweater, keeping your sweatpants on and adding a pair of warm fuzzy socks.

You ran out of your room, going to Peter’s next door and knocking (loudly and repeatedly), yelling for him to wake up. He opened the door not long after, looking tired, but just as excited as you. You grabbed his wrist, pulling him along with you to the common area.

As you ran through the hallways, you shouted for everyone to wake up, a large grin present on your face the entire time. Peter laughed as he yelled with you, and the two of you only stopped when you made it to the elevator, but you erupted in a fit of loud laughter as soon as the doors shut.

When the elevator doors opened and revealed the common area, you were met with the sight of an exhausted Sam, and a wide awake Pietro and Wanda. Seems they were just excited as you and Peter.

You took a seat next to the tree, right next to Wanda, the two of you quickly falling into conversation, your cheerful voices filling the room.

Slowly, the rest of the team filed into the room, most of them sending you a glare as they entered. You simply sent them a smile back, feigning innocence.

Once everyone had arrived, you were quick to begin sorting through the presents, handing everyone’s out. Over the years, it had become a tradition for you to be the one to hand out all the presents. You don’t know why it originated, but you made sure it continued each year.

You made quick work of handing everything out, eager to open yours. After handing out the last gift, which was to Steve, you were allowed to start opening everything.

You quickly tore the wrapping paper off of each and every present, a wide smile appearing on your face each time you opened something new. Thanking everyone for your gifts with a hug and a smile, you sat back down next to Wanda, resting your head on her shoulder.

You waited and watched as everyone else finished opening their presents, and once they were done, you brought all your gifts back to your room to begin messing around with them, or putting them where you thought they should go.

You spent the majority of the day playing around with the Nintendo Switch that your friend Daisy got you before being called for Christmas dinner.

Arriving in the kitchen, you took your spot in between Nat and Bucky, marveling at the large amounts of food before you. You got equal amounts of everything on your plate, but making sure to get twice the average amount of mashed potatoes, trying to hoard them all for yourself. Clint sent you a faux glare as he watched you steal the potatoes, and you replied with a smirk.

As you all ate, you paused for a moment. Looking around you, you saw that you were surrounded by your team, your family. You smiled, putting down your fork.

“Merry Christmas, guys.”

You went to sleep that night feeling happier than you had in a while. Not because of the gifts, but because you got to spend the day with your family.

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verybadatwriting · 1 year

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Masterlist

Last updated 5/5/2024

Hi!

About Me and Request Guidelines

So far: Star Wars, Marvel, Harry Potter, Avatar the Last Airbender, and The World of Mister Plant

Requests: OPEN!! :D

Angst - 😢

Fluff - ☁️

Violence/injuries - 🔪

TWOMP

Argos the Crossing Guard (and some art)

Warnings: Implied murder

Argos x Mr. Plant

Star Wars: TCW & TBB

Medic -😢 🔪

Warnings: Injuries, General Krell, angst

Rex x reader, gn!reader

The Cyborg's Apprentice, one point five, Part 2 🔪😢

Warnings: self harm, injuries, in-world slur (for droids)

Sith!reader x Obiwan, Ahsoka, Kix, Grievous (NON romantic for all of them) gn!reader

Blood and Marrow 🔪😢

Warnings: Needles, improper conditions for prisoners, bone marrow stealing, surgery without anesthetic, torture essentially, kidnapping, in-world curse word, parental death, iv’s

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Rex x reader, Kix x reader (both platonic)

To Be Held 🔪😢

Warnings: Angst, blood, and wounds

Gn!reader, Tech x reader

Marvel

The Winged One 🔪 (injuries) Part 2 😢🔪

Warnings: a fall from a great height, descriptions of fever, sickness, and infection

Bucky x teen!reader (platonic ofc), gn!reader

A Vigilante's Guide to Saving Spiders🔪😢

Warnings: Injuries, electricity, cursing

Peter x teen!reader (not romantic (yet?)), gn!reader

Runaway -😢

Warnings: Creepy fans, Steve and Tony being jerks, running away

Avengers x reader (platonic), Daisy Johnson x reader (platonic), gn!reader

White Fang - ☁️ & a little 😢

Warnings: Food scarcity, severely underweight reader

Avengers x teen!reader (platonic), Peter Parker x reader, gn!reader

The Healer: Series Masterlist, Part 1,(🔪😢)

Warnings: Injuries, trauma, bad sleep schedules, and bad eating habits, medical stuff

Avengers x teen!reader (platonic), gn!reader

Pre-Dog Tags, 😢☁️🔪 Dog Tags 😢('Dead' dad) 🔪

Warnings: Reader beats up some people, mentions of a dead parent.

Steve x daughter!reader, Nat x child!reader (platonic ofc), fem!reader

Just a Little Stab Wound🔪&☁️

Warnings: Stab wound.

Peter Parker x gn!reader (Aunt May also shows up)

Harry Potter

A Strange Pair 🔪😢&☁️, Part 2 ☁️

Warnings: Description of reader (hair), abusive & unsupportive parents, food insecurity, loneliness, nightmares

Fred Weasley x reader, gn!reader

The Herbologist and the Forest Spirit ☁️& a lil 😢

Warnings: Cuddles, fem reader, mentions of Cedric's death.

Neville Longbottom x Half-forest-spirit reader, gn!reader

Have a lovely day!

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kvhasproblems · 2 years

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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.

——————————————————————————

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.

‘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.

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.

“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.

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

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.”

#agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#agents of shield #agents of shield fanfics #aos #aos fanfic #daisy johnson #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x fem!reader #daisy johnson fluff #fem reader #accidental confession #hurt daisy johnson x reader

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