#daisy johson

[magecrafts]

I don't want to give u a backlog of requests but if u ever feel like it, I love soft Daisy (aos) and I can never find fics for her. also I feel like you'd be really good at writing her :)

love languages ; physical touch.

a/n: so i got into a mood and will now be writing the five love languages of daisy johnson, even if it takes me nine years. this one is ... angsty fluff? idk i am no longer capable of accurately gauging levels of angst. but it's soft. and pls never apologize for sending requests! sometimes they're the only thing that can get me writing.

daisy johnson x reader ; the first love language.

warnings: none.

i might be taking requests, but no promises. either way ... read this before making one.

You and Daisy have never been good at talking. There’s too much to say that could turn everything sour (because, on the other hand, you’re fantastic at fighting) and neither of you want to run the risk of ruining the little bit of good you have left in the world.

Relying on body language wouldn’t work if Daisy didn’t say a whole lot more with every move she makes than she does with her mouth. And that’s not to say she doesn’t talk—she does, a lot, when she’s in the mood—but she speaks body language better than anyone else you’ve ever met.

And you? You’re fluent enough in Daisy Johnson to list it as a skill on your resume. 

When you come home with glassy eyes and your shoulders sagging, Daisy abandons her research and makes room on her bed. You won’t go to your own side of the room, not when you’re upset. Your side of the room is where everything you're hoping to avoid is lying in wait.

You’ve been sharing a room for eighteen months now. It would be weird if she didn’t know your patterns by now.

“Long day?” she asks.

“Long life,” you say with a huff and throw yourself across her bed. (Your feet dangle off the edge. You’re in Chucks and you hate laces after long days. And Daisy doesn’t like shoes on the bed.)

I can fix that, is what you hear when warm hands inch beneath your shoulders and ease you up. Fingertips kiss collarbones as the jacket is stripped from your shoulders and dropped onto the concrete floor. Heat coats your throat as she works her fingers through your hair and shakes it out, rubbing your scalp in soothing little circles. Drop all your problems and I’ll pick them up for you, you hear somewhere between then and when Daisy hunches over to do away with the sneakers for you.

You curl up at her side and sigh. “I’m giving Coulson my two weeks,” you mumble, squishing your cheek against her chest.

“No, actually.” She picks up your hand, flashes the faintest smirk, and kisses your knuckles. “You’re not.”

No, you think, I’m not.

And then you watch: Daisy tracing the lines on your palm, the pale veins in your wrist, the bump of bone down below your little finger where hand eases into wrist. The scar on your forearm from when you were thirteen and broke a crystal dish belonging to your mother, tried to clean up the pieces yourself from behind a mask of tears, and wound up in the emergency room with eighteen stitches.

The feeling comes next.

You feel the way she says I’m here with a chaste, lingering kiss to your temple; the you don’t have to do this alone when she clutches you to her with a ferocity that from anyone else would make you flinch away; the we’re safest together when she tips her head back and bares her throat before tucking her chin over the crown of your head; and the I’ll take care of you in the steady hand that lingers at the small of your back; the I am yours when she makes the exact amount of space you need to curl into her that much more. The I love you in her bated breath as her chest rises and stalls, then falls.

It all means something.

You know it does.

Language like that from a woman whose life depends on the amount of control she has over her own body has to mean something.

And to you? It means everything. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, and you don’t think you’re quite ready to be awake, but when you squirm to get comfy again and remember exactly where you are—nestled into Daisy, legs intertwined, her hand lost in your hair and cradling your head to her chest while she snores softly with a case file open and abandoned on her lap—you reckon there are worse worlds to be awake in.

#daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson imagines #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield imagines #aos imagine #daisy johson fanfiction #marvel imagine #marvel imagines #marvel fanfiction #rated: g #daisy

[thewidowsghost]

Anon asked:

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.)

Warnings: Angst, Shooting One’s Self (non-lethal)

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 love’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 love’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 been gone -” 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 love wasn’t mad at her.

Word Count: 965 words

#skye x female reader #skye x fem reader #skye x reader #daisy johson x female reader #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x fem reader

[ily-fictional-women]

Grief is Forever Eternal

Summary: Daisy lost the love of her life, that's never easy. For anybody. But with you there the effects of her recklessness are just a little more tolerable. (AKA a patch-up fic where emotions are expressed).

Pairing: Daisy Johson x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of but if I should add any let me know.

Word count: 1000 (exactly)

a/n: Still lacking a lot of inspo lately so if you have any requests make sure to send them. Of course, it doesn’t mean I’ll get to it immediately but it’s better than not sending it. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

It had been a few weeks since Lincoln died and it was of course hard on Daisy more than anyone. It became hard enough to push her to run away. Unlike Daisy, Y/n wasn’t a hacker, she didn’t have powers either. But with being a shield medic you learn to get close to people. During the first few weeks, Daisy ran away Yo-yo found where she was hiding though. Yo-yo stood in the doorway of the med bay lightly knocking on one of the walls, “Hey, Y/n? Can we talk?” Y/n looked up from the tools she was organizing seeing Yo-yo’s worried face.

“Yeah of course Yo-yo. What’s up?” Yo-yo looked down fiddling with her fingers trying to figure out the right words for what she wanted to say. “Before I tell you what I’m about to say you have to swear not to tell Director O'Mara or Coulson anything.” Y/n moves closer to Yo-yo, “Yo-yo what’s wrong?”

“It’s Daisy. I found out where she is and she doesn’t look so good, I’m worried about her.” Y/n put her hands on Yo-yo’s shoulders, “Listen it’s gonna be okay alright. I do need you to tell me where she is though. If she’s hurt I need to help her.”

“Okay.”

—

Y/n knocked on Daisy’s door, and there was silence for awhile but then she heard her. “Go away Y/n. I don’t wanna talk to anyone.” Y/n tired to reason with her, “Come on Dasiy. Just open the door. I won’t take forever.” There was silence again for a while but then Daisy finally opened the door. “What do you want Y/n?” Y/n looked her up and down for a minute before pushing past her and entering the small apartment, “You look like shit Johson. Sit down, please.” Y/n sat on a very trashy-looking wooden chair setting her med bag on the table in front of her.

Daisy shut her door crossing her arms and looking at Y/n, “How did you even find me? And why are you here right now?” Y/n opens up her med bag taking out different supplies, “Yo-yo found out you were staying here and saw you looked beat so she told me where you were because she was worried about you. So I’m gonna ask one more time. Sit down please.” The conviction in her voice was enough to convince Dasiy to pull a chair close to Y/n and let her fix her up.

Y/n gently held onto one of Daisy's arms looking at it carefully, “You have a lot of hair-line bone fractures in her forearms. Whatever you’re doing you need to be at least a little more careful with it.” Y/n started to wrap Daisy's arms in bandages looking down and avoiding eye contact, “I was thinking about staying here, with you.” Daisy tried to move her arm in the bandage causing her to wince, “Why would you do that?” Y/n sarcastically looked around the apartment, “Looks like you could use some company. And for what it’s worth I’m not gonna tell anyone you're here.” Y/n finally looked up at her, “Just give me one week. And if you get sick of me you can kick me to the curb.”

“Fine, one week Y/n.”

—

One week turned to two turned to months, and with how long the two stayed together an unintentional routine started. The two would go out in the day doing whatever and at night Daisy would go out being “Quake” while Y/n waited for her to come home so she could patch her up. But somehow with so much one-on-one time with Daisy Y/n was falling for her which of course was not part of the plan. It wasn’t the right time either which didn’t help.

Y/n heard the door unlock and close, it was Daisy she was finally home. Sitting next to Y/n at the cheap wooden table the two started the routine. As Y/n gently held onto Daisy’s face cleaning small cuts Daisy choked down her pills, "Why do you do this?" Moving to her face gently Y/n started to clean the cuts on her forehead, "What do you mean do this Daisy?" Daisy sighed shrugging, "You know what I mean Y/n. Why do you put up with me? Why do you patch me up every night I go out?"

Y/n bit her tongue. She wanted to say because she loves her but of course, she couldn’t. "Because I care about you, I thought that part was obvious." Daisy lets out a soft laugh, "Sure, but why do you care about me?" Finishing up the cuts on her face Y/n leaned back into her rickety chair, “Because you’re grieving, and because your greaving I don't think you care about yourself enough yet. And I want to be here to see you get better.”

Daisy tears up, “He- he just meant a lot to me. It should have been me.” Y/n grazes her hand against Daisy’s and Daisy holds onto it, “I don’t think it should have been you. But I do think you’re hurting. And for what it’s worth I don’t think you’ll stop hurting.” Daisy lets go of her hand scoffing, “Gee thanks Y/n, that helps so much.” Y/n puts up her hands in mock surrender, “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just there aren’t only 5 stages to grief. To me, every second without them is a stage of grief itself. The stages just become more and more tolerable over time.”

“So like a billion shitty little stages?” Y/n laughs at Daisy’s interpretation, “Well, I guess you could put it like that.” Daisy smiles thinking over what Y/n said, “I like that idea” she playfully punches Y/n’s arm, “and I like you too Y/n. You were right, I did need the company.”

#daisy johnson #daisy johson x reader #mcu fanfiction #marvel imagine #agents of shield

[ao3feed-staticquake]

Grief is Forever Eternal

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NrfpsdW

by 3marvel_women_ao3

Daisy lost the love of her life, that's never easy. For anybody. But with you there the effects of her recklessness are just a little more tolerable. (AKA a patch-up fic where emotions are expressed).

Words: 1000, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Reader, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Yo Yo Rodriguez

Relationships: Lincoln Campbell/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Skye | Daisy Johnson/Reader

Additional Tags: Mentions of Lincoln Campbell - Freeform, greif, Emo Daisy Johson, Skye | Daisy Johnson Needs a Hug, Bisexual Skye | Daisy Johnson, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Jason O'Mara

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/NrfpsdW

#Static Quake #sparkquake safe zone #Lincoln Campbell #Daisy Johnson #IFTTT #ao3feed

[daisygifs]

daisy johnson: master of the four elements

#daisyjohnsonedit #aosedit #marveledit #tvedit #aosladies #shielddaily #marvelladiesdaily #womenofmcu #daisy johson #agents of shield #dailymarvelgifs #userhella #multiple episodes #gif #by julie

[accidental-spice]

When you're hurt I'm sorry

I'll be there, don't worry

Never let you down...

Dousy Appreciation Week, day one: Favorite episode/scene, and day four: lyrics/quotes/poems

This scene, where he's telling her his story... it just gives me ALL the feels

And the lyrics are from Never Let You Down, by Michael Schulte. It happens to be one of my FAVORITE songs for this couple

#daw2021 #mostlydailydousy #dousy #daisy johson #daniel sousa #daisiel #quakersquare #daniel sousa my beloved #aos #agents of shield #Michael Schulte #pizazz is who i am

[kanerallels]

*caves to my desires and sends you another fic ask*

"You're gonna drink a dead man's YooHoo?" "The man may be dead, but that YooHoo is very much alive, May."

Melinda May's looks of disgust were completely legendary through out S.H.I.E.L.D. for a reason. Some whispered that she could kill a man with a single glance.

If that was true, however, Hunter would be long dead as he obliviously took a long drink of the YooHoo. "Not bad," he said, letting out a satisfied "ahh".

May was indulging in a healthy roll of her eyes as Daisy walked over. "Hey, May, we need to--" she caught sight of Hunter and did a double take. "Is he raiding the victim's fridge?"

"Yep," May said with a sigh.

"......well, that checks out," Daisy muttered.

#thanks for the ask!! #fan fic ask game #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d #agents of shield #daisy johson #melinda may #lance hunter #aos #aos fanfic #pretty sure this is a quote from psych #and i love that

[maos2013]

Well, folks. The story I’ve been working on for the better part of a year is done! Final chapter is now up. :)

Philinda. Philindaisy. Rated T. Chapter 18/18.

“It’s bittersweet, I know. But we’re not moving to opposite ends of the galaxy. Just opposite sides of the same neighborhood.”

#philinda fics #philinda fic #Phil Coulson #melinda may #daisy johson #aos #agents of shield #agents of shield fic #Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

[ellsey]

You know what I've really loved about this season? The choice to let our lovely ladies of Shield deal with some stuff.

You don't like dealing with your emotions May? Well you're an empath now. Let's process some of those feelings.

And Elena. You've been holding yourself back without even realizing it. Let's deal with your past trauma so you can become a better version of yourself.

Oh hey there Daisy. You've given of yourself so much, never taking time to pause. We're going to give you some time loops to sit and figure some things out (and fall a little in love in the process).

What does the future have in store for Jemma?

#aos #aos spoilers #melinda may #elena rodriguez #daisy johson #daisy x jemma #lovely ladies of shield

[monicaaaaatje]

DaisySous drabbles - The one where they have a kid

The moment he had kinda settled in 2020, he had thought the most crazy stuff in his life had passed. How much crazier could a life get after all? He was a 30 something guy who had travelled 70 years into the future and had gotten into a relationship with an enhanced individual who was basically a super hero. Sounds like enough peculiarity for one life, right?  Nope.  These last few days he had thinking back of his old life: Living in the fifties, working with Peg, Howard and Jack- If he could tell Jack Thompson how his life now looked like, the man would probably die from laughter, believing it was the worst joke someone had ever told him.  They were in the year 2023 now. Him and Daisy lived somewhere on an abandoned mountain top running a secure Shield save haven for inhuman, and the most unpredictable thing had happend.  They were having a kid.  At first, Daniel had not been that surprised. Condoms broke. That happend. But when Daisy had gone through the entire list of precautions women could take in the 21st century to prevent unwanted pregnancies, he had had the same face of shock as she had had.  It was logic he was bloody terrified of course. Becoming a dad in a time he had only just gotten to understand for himself- How was he supposed to manage?  The “becoming a dad” part had actually made him quiet happy. That had never been the issue. Back in his late teens and early twenties, he had always babysat the kids from his two sisters. There had been a time he had thought this life wouldn’t be a life put away for him, but fate had thought otherwise.  “Hey.”  She dropped down next to him on the couch, while he was drown in his thoughts.  “Hey yourself.”  When she had explained the idea of an abortion to him (she had needed to explain the modern definition of it first... In the fifties, abortions had been sneaky sessions with cutwives in backrooms), he had openly freaked out. Later, he understood why she had suggested it: She was even more terrified than he was. Scared for the kid his inhuman heritage. Scared for what could become of a kid that was part inhuman and part time traveller. She had been most of all terrified of what her powers would do during the pregnancy and a possible birth. They had discussed it. His brain had even more exploded when Fitz had given him a book about pregnancy and everything that came with in the 21st century. His brain had  had so much trouble with progressing everything, he wasn’t really sure if he had wanted to yell or kick against a wall.  “How was your appointment?”  “It was okay. Jemma says the baby looks good, but there is something else we should discuss.”  The wonders of the twenty first century seized to amaze him. Their friend Dr. Jemma Simmons had of course insisted to become Daisy her personal doctor - who else do you expect to deliver an inhuman kid - and when Daisy had been half along, she had introduced him to an invention from 1956: A sonogram.  You could see your kid before it was even born. His brain had been able to handle this much, but how was it possible that something like a sonogram made his head explode?  Not that he would ever show it to Daisy. She knew a part of his worries about current life, but she didn’t need to know everything.  “I’m 30 weeks along now and Jemma says we should really get a long with what we want for the birth. I know it’s not a real thing guys deal with in the fifties and I don’t want you to do anything you are uncomfortable with, but in 2023 it’s a real thing. Guys don’t wait in the waiting area anymore.”  “That’s a good thing, that’s at least one thing we can be certain of,” he replied. “I remember in 38 having to wait with my brother in law to hear about my sister who gave birth to my niece. There is no fun about being forced to wait in a room because the delivery room “is no place for a man”. It’s not what I would prefer.”  “Then what would you want?”  He could see her true interest and regard for him in her eyes. She truly was the best thing he had gained by stepping on board of the Zephyr. If only Jack would see them right now- “I... I don’t know. Fitz gave me a weird book that made strangely uncomfortable, so... What is the normal deal now? What would you want?”  He might not understand everything about having kids in the 21st century, but one thing hadn’t changed: Guys weren’t the ones doing the heavy lifting.  “I...”  Having him ask her what she would want in all of this was something she had definitely not expected.  “I would like you to be there. Hold my hand. Be your crazily calm self that sometimes creeps me out. But if you any moment-”  “Daisy...”  He squeezed her handpalm in both of his.  “Do you remember what happend the first time you ended up in medical?”  “You refused to leave and ended up half drooling on a chair?”  He smirked.  “Jemma asked me if I still wanted to leave, before the Zephyr would jump to the following location. I refused, because I knew exactly where I needed to be. That’s exactly where I need to be again.”  He brought her hand, which was still in his hands, to his lips and pressed a kiss on it.  “So... Now we got that out of the way... Simmons wants to perform a C-section in one and a half months.” 

___________________________________________________________________

6 weeks later...

He had just accepted that he would never be able to wrap his head around it. Deke had told him that was probably for the best: Having it all figured out would probably result in a basilar skull fracture.  The last couple of weeks, Daisy had barely done anything else then just laying in bed, sleeping. Her frame was petite, so the entire pregnancy was already taking an extra tole on her body. It had hurt him that he hadn’t been able to do anything for her.  “The best thing you can do is be patient. They’re doing the heavy lifting. We’re only there for support.”  He had talked a lot. To Fitz, who was the only other father in their self assembled family. To Coulson, who was the only one who somewhat understood how this felt for someone who wasn’t from 2023.  Daisy had been completely put under. Jemma had explained to them why that would be for the best: A quake out during the push and pull work during surgery wouldn’t be for the best. Daisy hadn’t liked it, but she understood. When she understood, Daniel did.  “Promise me you’ll stay with her. Promise me.”  They knew it was going to be a girl. She had basically ordered him that if she was the unconscious one, he had to look out for their little girl. He had happily agreed. Sitting next to Daisy, stroking her hair while Simmons worked... Some of his nerves had calmed down. Not all of them. Crying wails of a baby made him look up from Daisy’s face.  “Congratulations! Your girl is here!”  Some of Simmons her assistants took the baby away for some check ups.  “She’s here. Our girl is here.”  He pressed a kiss on Daisy her forehead. Not that much later, he got given a bundle in his arms.  “Hello you.”  If only Jack Thompson would see him right now... The man would never believe the story. 

#agents of shield #agents of shield fanfiction #aos fanfiction #Daniel Sousa #Daisy Johson #DaisySous #Timequake

[timelessloveandpoetry]

They’re not gonna leave Enochs side I’m gonna cry

#agents of shield #enoch #daisy johson #phil coulson

[thewidowsghost]

OMG I lost your account for so long. So I just waned to say this.

Thank you for writing amazing fanfiction consistently. I first followed you because you were the only account I knew that made fics for Daisy Johson, then I got my comfortable with my sexuality and started to silently read parts of all the wlw marvel series you made.

Thank you for helping me come to terms with my sexuality, it's changed since then but your account helped.

Thank you for making beautiful and true fanfiction and thank you for being dedicated to all the work you publish. And if I don't come across your account again, know that your account has brought one human being (16 years of age) immense joy. So if you ever feel like your writing isn't good enough or get into a slump.

Remember that I love and appreciate both you and your writing. Thank you hun!

-Dani

Hi, darlin',

I'm so happy I was able to help in any way!

I'm so glad that you came back!

I appreciate you and every one of my followers so, so much <3

#lovely asks #lovely friend

[ily-fictional-women]

Gonna try and post 2 one shots tomorrow as a Christmas present for y'all. We'll see how that goes lol.

#alexandria talks #marvel fancic #wanda maximoff x reader #daisy johson x reader

[horrorlesbion]

❀  daisy johnson through the seasons (1/?) ❀      ➠mary sue poots // the rising tide

“when you grew up like we did, it impacts how you see the world. everything is filtered through a very specific lens.”

#daisyjohnsonedit #aosedit #agents of shield #daisy johson #standwithquake #mine #anna learns how to photoshop #djaes #m cleaning out my pinterest boards so i guess were getting daisy aesthetics now #god she was such an incredible character..... aos writers meet me in the pit

[black-angel-manips]

Request by  perfect-storn

#perfect storn #chloe bennet #chris evans #chris hemsworth #chris pratt #scarlett johansson #robert downey jr #sebastian stan #tom hiddleston #tom holland #daisy johson #the avengers #agents of shield #gifs #mines

[daisygifs]

TOP 20 DAISY JOHNSON OUTFITS (as voted by our followers)

#16. 4x16 - "What If…" & 4x17 - "Identity And Change" [tie!] (1 /2)

#daisyjohnsonedit #aosedit #marveledit #tvedit #daisy johson #agents of shield #marvelladiesdaily #womenofmcu #aosladies #shielddaily #top20looks #s4 #4x16 #4x17 #gif #by julie