#daisy johnson angst

[samdeancass]

Family Comes First

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x sibling!fem!reader (platonic)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Daisy, Y/N

Description: Lately, Y/N has been feeling pushed out by Daisy; as if she's replacing her with the Shield team. When she brings it up, Daisy reassures her.

Daisy was everything to you. She was the only family that you had ever known and you loved her dearly. She taught you the importance of unconditional love and loyalty, always being by your side no matter the circumstances. Her unwavering support showed you that loving relationships go beyond words and can be felt deep down. She taught you to appreciate the small moments of joy in everyday life through the gentleness of her presence. One of your favorite memories was the time you spent an entire afternoon in the park, just the two of you. While Daisy chased butterflies, her laughter filling the air, you sat on the grass, feeling the warm sun on your skin. That day, you realised how much happiness she brought into your life with her carefree, simple nature.

Daisy was so happy when she joined S.H.I.E.L.D. It was as if she had finally found where she belonged. She was able to work out why she had appeared different throughout her teenage years. You always remember her coming and confiding in you about how she was feeling. Through her work with S.H.I.E.L.D, Daisy embarked on a journey of self-discovery, learning more about her unique abilities and the true extent of her powers. She found a sense of purpose and identity, realizing that her differences were actually strengths that could be used to protect others. This transformative experience allowed her to embrace who she truly was, fostering a newfound confidence and sense of belonging. You had always known that she was special but you weren't quite sure how special. That was until Daisy's power made itself known, and she finally felt complete. You were happy for Daisy, you really were, but a small piece of yourself felt as though you were being pushed out.

You weren't like the rest of the team, you didn't have any special abilities or training, but you were still Daisy's sister and you wanted her to know that you still belonged with her. You didn't harbour any anger or ill feelings towards her. Despite being happy that she had found herself, you were upset that she no longer needed you. It was difficult to watch her grow into her new role, knowing that you couldn't follow her into that world. You often felt like a spectator in her life, cheering from the sidelines while she soared to new heights. Though you cherished your bond and supported her every step of the way, there was a lingering sense of loss, as if a part of your shared journey had come to an end.

After her recent mission, you decided to have a talk with Daisy and voice to her how you were feeling. Taking a deep breath, you headed towards her room where she was lying down on her bed, welcoming you with a warm smile. You sat down beside her, your heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and determination. "Daisy," you began softly, "I'm so proud of everything you've accomplished and the person you've become. But I need you to know that even though your life is changing, I still want to be a part of it." Daisy listened intently, her expression shifting from understanding to empathy, as she reached out to hold your hand reassuringly. She smiled and opened her mouth to reply, but you beat her to it. "I've been feeling a little pushed out lately, as if you no longer need your big sister. I know you've grown and I cannot be more proud of you and what you've accomplished, but I still need my sister." Daisy squeezed your hand gently, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. "I never meant to make you feel that way," she said softly. "You've always been my anchor, and even though my world is changing, I still need you by my side. Your support and love have been my guiding light, and I can't imagine this journey without you. From now on, I will try and make sure that I include you in everything. If you want, I could try and get you a job here. I know how fantastic you are at technology. The team would welcome you with open arms." She smiled, her eyes full of emotion. "I promise I will always keep you close," she said. "No matter what life throws at us, I will never leave your side." She hugged me tightly and I could feel her warmth. I knew she was right. No matter what, we would stay together.

[justice4daisyjohnson]

Studio Time

Daisy Jones x Reader

Summary: Daisy decides to stay behind with you while you work.

warnings: none, pure fluff.

(a/n: trying to normalize random daisy fluff)

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You first met Daisy when Simone introduced you to her at a party. It was really dark but you remember noticing her eyes first, then her hair, then her smile. She couldn't look more gorgeous.

You had known Simone through Teddy, one of the best guys you work with. He's like your best friend and father figure trapped in one and plus you make music together so you've had a bond that's like no other.

You knew Daisy because you heard "Look At Us Now" on the radio and fell in love with her voice, you have been begging Teddy to let you meet her.

Daisy was absolutely love-struck when first meeting you, but didn't show it. She hadn't heard of you before meeting you but she couldn't get enough of you when she first met you.

Daisy didn't leave you alone for the rest of the party. She sat with you and talked from music to what she had to eat last night, she felt like an open book with you and that's something she felt like she couldn't get from anyone else.

She left with you in the middle of the party, you couldn't help it. Daisy woke up in the middle of your soft king-sized bed, the sun shining through the hills of your neighborhood.

She found you making breakfast and watching the news and couldn't get enough of you.

You two ended up skinny dipping in your pool while on acid.

Now it's been eight months since you and Daisy have been dating, publicly. Everyone knows if they see you, they should see Daisy wandering around behind you.

Daisy has, for the most part, moved into your home. She spends all weekend from Friday to Monday morning when she goes for studio time for Daisy Jones and the Six.

And you couldn't get enough of her during work either, because she would be in the same building as you while you were recording with another artist. Daisy would visit you for a little while you work or you would join the band with her.

The band also loved you, you got along really well with Warren, Camila (even if she isn't in the band), and Karen. Billy respected you the way he respected Teddy, and you wanted nothing to do with him. 

Daisy was obsessed with your artistic point of view so she would always try to get you to listen to the bands' music. She would want your opinion on every song she wrote and loved to hear everything you would work on.

That's why, when you stayed behind an artist and were fixing some of the recordings, Daisy stayed behind with you.

"Daisy, it's late, you should go home and rest," you say to her, moving the headset from only one ear.

"But... I wanted to stay at your place tonight" Daisy said, you realized she planned this after she couldn't stay over at your house the past weekend because of a little show she performed.

Daisy was currently laying on a couch on the side of the recording booth, reasonably close to you so you were able to see her cute tired face smooshed up. You knew all this haze was the after-effect of the pills you gave her an hour ago and the lines you snorted off the booth.

You got to work for a little before you felt a hand on your shoulder. You look up and see Daisy, "Can I sit with you?"

You move the chair back and she sits in your lap and you take off your headphones.

"You okay?" you asked, worried she didn't feel good.

"Just wanted to be with you"

You nod and get back to work, you let the music run through the studio so Daisy could hear.

You smile as you feel her breath on your skin, happy with just her here as you play music. You knew Daisy when she felt safe, and this was her.

This wasn't her when she was with Billy when she would pick at everything and was impossible to be with. She has no worries when she's with you and you knew this.

Her arms were wrapped around you and you were rubbing her back with your non-dominant hand, as your dominant hand was working the booth.

"That sounds really good" Daisy whispers to you. If she wasn't sitting on top of you, you wouldn't have heard her.

You smile harder, then lean down to kiss Daisy's head.

It was a few minutes later when you heard the door open quietly. You look over and see Teddy at the door, he smiles at you and dims the lights for Daisy.

Daisy pushes her head further into you and breathes in your scent.

You knew Daisy would rather be here than anywhere else on the world right now, and it comforted you to have her. Daisy knew you grew up alone like her, no siblings and no family, so she understood you and you understood her.

“Are we actually going to stay the night here or are we going home?” Daisy grumbles into your neck and you laugh lightly.

Home, you think.

[selfcestmovies]

After all Daisy went through with SHIELD, this is all I want for her... Might be the only person who truly understands what she really needs.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hiya! I have a request for Daisy Johnson x reader.

Reader wakes up screaming. She had a nightmare. (she’s an ex black widow who also has similar powers to Miles Morales). Daisy comes in to check on her. reader says she's fine and Daisy is about to leave. reader suddenly asks her to lay down with her for a while. Daisy agrees, Daisy gently holds r, and after comforting her, r falls asleep in Daisy’s arms. (reader is closed off and is a hardass like May, her S.O. she doesn't let people get close to her.)

Haunted

Summary: The memories never leave.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: killing, nightmare

Word count: 925

a/n: I miss Daisy :(

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

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Her heart is beating fast, she’s afraid it’ll bring unnecessary attention. Her eyes are cold and empty as they stare at the wall in front of her. The agitation isn’t clear on her face, there’s nothing on it, but she fears her emotions will betray her.

Madam B steps in front of her, making her body unconsciously stand taller sos he wouldn’t seem weak or small. “You.” The woman’s face is blurry, but her voice is as clear as ever. “And you.” Her hand points another girl, she can’t be more than fourteen years old. “Fight.”

They move to the set area. The girl is already there, waiting for her, but her legs seem to work in slow motion. As she stops in front of the girl, she notices she doesn’t have a face, at least not one she can recognize. She doesn’t remember the girl anymore. It makes the guilt in her stomach grow.

She gets into position, her hands in front of her face. The girl’s face falters. They all know there’s a clear unfairness in the fight. The girl doesn’t possess any powers, still, she starts the fight. Sloppy.

Usually she doesn’t like to use her powers against her fellow widows, but she knows she isn’t truly in control of them. Madam B likes a show, and if giving her a show is going to bring her into favor, she’ll do it, even if it means to kill the girl in front of her. It’s not like she’ll be her first kill.

Grabbing her arm, she pulls the girl into a headlock. The girl struggles, she knows what’s coming. She has seen this happen before.

Electricity courses through her body, climbing up and around her arms. The girl screams when the shocks hit her. Once she stops struggling, she drops her down. The girl lays on the ground, body twitching as after shocks ravage her body.

She turns to look at Madam B. The woman doesn’t smile, or clap, or show any kind of appreciation for the scene she witnessed. She just gestures for her to go back to her place in line. She knows this is better than any other alternative.

Suddenly her body jolts, disturbing Madam B’s decision making for the next fight. Her sharp gaze lands on her, it makes all the hair on her body stand. Her body feels possessed. She can’t control it.

Wa…up.

Her eyes are wide as she stares at Madam B stomping towards her. She’s shouting something, but she can’t make out the words. Her mouth is all blurry, almost like she doesn’t have one.

Wake up.

She screams when a sharp hit lands on her cheek. It’s throbbing. Her ears are humming, making it impossible to hear anything around her.

Wake up!

Y/N sits up with a gasp. Her hand flies to her heart that is beating in a quick speed. Her breathing is short and fast, getting closer to panic. “Hey.” As a hand lands to her shoulder, Y/N flinches away from it, almost flying off the bed. Her head snaps towards the voice. Daisy. It’s just Daisy. “Sorry, I heard you screaming in your sleep. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

Forcing herself to calm down, Y/N clears her throat, giving her some time to get grounded in her surroundings. She’s in the SHIELD base. Red Room can’t hurt her anymore. “I’m fine.” She whispers. Neither of them believe the words coming out of her mouth, but Daisy doesn’t want to step any boundaries.

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm.” Her eyes are strained on the mattress in front of her. They’re cold and empty, just like during the fights. With a shaky hand, she combs her fingers through her slightly sweaty hair.

Hesitation is clear on Daisy’s face when she stands up from the bed. She’s biting her lip, keeping her eyes on Y/N as she makes her way towards the door. She really doesn’t want to leave her alone. Her hand grips the doorknob, staying there for a while.

The only sound in the room is Y/N’s heavy breathing. It’s not as fast anymore, but fear can be heard in it. Daisy pushes the knob down, opening the door. One foot steps into the hallway. The other one gets raised-

“Wait.” Her voice is almost too soft to hear, but Daisy does. Daisy hears her. “Can you stay? Just for a while.”

“Yes.” Closing the door, Daisy climbs back into the bed with Y/N. She pulls the cover over them properly, it having been kicked to the side while Y/N was having her nightmare.

They lay side by side, both looking at the roof. But inch by inch, Y/N moves closer to her, until her head is resting on Daisy’s shoulder. Only then can she close her eyes.

Daisy plays with the ends of Y/N’s hair, while her other hand is wrapped around her. She has a small smile on her face. She thinks Y/N looks so much softer when she’s resting. It doesn’t take long for Y/N’s body to become fully limp as she falls back asleep, exhausted from the memories. But Daisy stays awake for a while longer, just in case. She wants to be there to protect her in case another nightmare occurs. However, soon after, Daisy falls asleep too, Y/N in her arms.

Neither of them mention about this on the next morning, but slowly Y/N starts to seek safety from Daisy’s arms.

[autism-swagger]

ANIMAL RITES

[skyler10fic]

WonderGirls Ch. 5

Summary: Carol and Daisy get a rude awakening from their romantic bliss as a scary incident propels them to deeper commitment to each other and their professional visibility.

Notes: Can't have the comfort without the hurt/angst! But first, some romantic vibes.

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Autumn in New York was legendary for a reason. Gorgeous bright red, orange, yellow, and more colors lined the walkways of the park where they shot outdoor scenes, while indoors on the soundstage, pumpkin-spiced delights ruined everyone’s diet. 

Meanwhile, Daisy and Carol secretly using their shared door to end up sleeping in the same bed turned into no one being surprised when a barely dressed Daisy opened Carol’s door (or vice versa) in the morning for breakfast room service or for each other’s teams. This private intimacy spilled out into their public life as well. No longer subtle about their relationship, Carol and Daisy fed each other apple cider donut holes and sampled each other’s lattes. Social media ran wild with photos of them arriving to set together and enjoying their spare time at cozy bookstores and record shops with pumpkins in window displays and cinnamon and nutmeg wafting from inside to entice passersby. Two smitten, young, beautiful sapphic movie stars wandering the streets in flannels and sweaters, hand in hand, was enough to generate a gaggle of fans, paparazzi, and the grey area of influencers between the two that grew fuzzier with every social-media-account-turned-news-source. 

That didn’t help Maria Hill’s problem in the least, nor the studio’s public relations concerns building up unheeded in her inbox, sounding more and more anxious by the day.

While Carol and Daisy flirted endlessly and shamelessly, public fervor reciprocated. For better and for worse, the fans posted their adoration and revulsion and envy and possessiveness over each of them. The entertainment news kept the speculation flowing. Conservative groups began showing up in person among the crowds, first simply chanting, then handing out homophobic “religious” tracts, and then with large signs. Security increased around set and out in the city, accompanying the actors and top-ranking crew. 

Carol and Daisy’s idyllic autumn came to an abrupt end with a single encounter that drove home the point. 

Leaving opening night of a much-anticipated Broadway show, just outside the crowded theatre, Carol and Daisy squinted against sudden camera flashes in the darkness. Word of their attendance had gotten out, and the fans and entertainment press were in the neighborhood, apparently. Carol and Daisy’s eyes struggled to adjust in the chaos, and the traffic and screaming fangirls assaulted their hearing. 

Seemingly out of nowhere, a middle-aged woman ran past the celebrity exit’s security guards and shouted at Carol. 

“How do you live with yourself? You’re leading our girls to hell! You’re supposed to be an example!” 

Her screaming continued as the guards pulled her away, but another two men and a younger woman broke through the crowd and reached into their coats. Carol’s heart jumped as she saw the protestors make the move and heard the click of a safety turned off and a trigger pulled. The rapid, airy thumps instead of a bang didn't register to Carol. All she knew was they had guns. That was the shape of a gun.

“NO!” Carol pushed Daisy out of the way, taking the hits herself, and when she looked down, she was covered in red. It hurt enough to make her cry out, but not as much as she had expected. The detail that didn’t make sense in the moment was the broken plastic casings at her feet, which were covered in splattered rainbow colors. 

Everything around her faded into a static hum: the security guards shouting there was a gun, the protestors’ bodies being pushed to the ground in arrest as their rights were read, the crowd stampeding to get away, then the rush of the theater guards to get them all safely back into the theater winning out over their personal security team insisting they leave in their SUV, which valet hadn’t returned yet. Carol could only hold her hand to her red-stained side and follow wherever the guards led. 

“Daisy,” she begged the guard forcing her into the lobby, “I have to get to Daisy.” 

“I’m here!” Daisy broke free of her guard and threw her arms around Carol. “I’m here. We’re okay. We’re okay…” 

“No.” Carol swallowed and shook her head. Daisy backed away and saw Carol’s hand and red side. 

“They hit you. That’s probably going to leave a bruise. We should get ice on that.” Daisy’s words ran together. “Ice! Can we get ice over here? Someone? Damn, that was a gorgeous dress too.” 

Carol struggled to process this reaction. “Ice?” 

“Yeah, I know, it’ll set the stain, but I think that’s the least of our worries.” Daisy sent Carol a look that said she should get her priorities straight, only confusing Carol further. 

One of their security guards shouted at the theater security, “How did they get paint guns in here anyway?” 

“They weren’t in here!” the theater guard defended. “We can’t patrol the streets, man. That’s the police’s job. Tell it to the NYPD.” 

“Where are the bastards anyway?” their guard shouted to no one in particular. 

Paint. It was a paint gun. Carol let out a half-laugh half-sob, and the adrenaline released into a tear-filled panic attack. She sank to the ground and leaned against the wall, not caring how she looked or who saw. 

“Hey.” Daisy followed her to the ground and knelt beside her. “Hey hey hey, you’re okay. It’s just paint. Breathe, please. Look at me. You’re okay.” 

Daisy sat next to Carol against the wall and pulled her in for a hug, gently holding Carol and shooting daggers with her eyes at anyone who stared. 

“I’m sorry,” Carol sniffled out against Daisy’s chest. “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay! That was legit scary and you were hit. Crying is good. Just keep taking the deep breaths too.” Daisy soothed a hand up and down Carol’s arm. 

“No, I mean…” Carol pulled away and met Daisy’s concerned gaze. “For all of this. I shouldn’t have dragged you into my problems, and next time it might not be paint. You could be hurt or even killed, all because of me. I’m so sorry.” 

Daisy pulled Carol back in to the hug and kissed the top of her head. “None of this is your fault. It’s the fault of the extremist groups. No one else. And it isn’t because of you.” 

“You said before you could just live a normal life and no one cared.” Carol sniffed, and Daisy wiped away Carol’s tears and smudging makeup.

“Exactly. I wanted to do something that mattered. And being with you? It’s worth the risk. Plus, that group is definitely going to be investigated after this. I’m talking big, domestic threat, government-level trouble.”

“Yeah? How are you so sure they won’t just get off on free speech?” 

Daisy spared a quick glance around and then whispered in Carol’s ear, “Don’t tell anyone, but my parents work at a federal agency full of people who do that sort of thing."

“What!” Carol whispered back. “Your parents are FBI? Or CIA or something?” 

“Shhh.” Daisy smiled at Carol’s tears drying and her breathing back to normal as she focused on this information. “Let’s just say anyone who tries to hurt us won’t be getting off easy.” 

“That’s how you’re so chill about this?” 

Daisy scoffed. “Oh, I don’t feel chill at all. I promise. But I do know that any threats we receive are taken seriously. This group must have slipped through since we were so public. We’ll probably have to lay low for a while.” 

Their car pulled up outside, flanked by more SUVs for security, and a medic arrived to check everyone. Besides a few bruises and cuts on those who had hit the ground (or, like Daisy, had been pushed to the ground out of well-meaning protection), and Carol’s side that had received a close-range hit, everyone was fine. 

NYPD officers had eventually taken over and cleared the scene. The actors and their entourage rode back to the hotel in silence.

Carol noticed that despite Daisy’s reassurances, Daisy’s hand gripped hers more firmly on their security-surrounded walk into the hotel and to the elevators. The guards accompanied them to their separate rooms. If they hadn’t already known about the connecting inside door, it would have been a lot harder to part. As it was, they both took off their heels and then ran to unlock their sides of the door as soon as they bolted the outer ones. 

When Daisy threw open the door to see Carol do the same, it was her turn to lose it. She ran a hand over the red paint stain and kissed Carol hard. 

“I could have lost you,” Daisy whispered. “You were going to take a bullet for me?” 

Carol kissed Daisy with abandon, messing up her hair and makeup, and brushed away Daisy’s tears this time. “I didn’t have time to think. I just knew they hated you for being with me. They hate you for changing how they thought about me. It was just instinct to do anything to save you.” 

“I love you,” Daisy said so gently, so soft, it almost seemed like a dream to Carol.

“I love you too. Obviously.” Carol kissed Daisy until she noticed they were both shaking from the adrenaline wearing off. 

“What if we stayed together tonight?” Daisy floated. “Not like… you know. But just to not sleep alone.” 

“Yes, please,” Carol answered in a small voice, and she realized the option of sleeping apart hadn’t even occurred to her. She didn’t want to let Daisy out of her sight. 

They did part momentarily to shower and get ready for bed in their respective bathrooms, but when they were done, Daisy came back to Carol’s room, and they snuggled under the covers together. To calm their nerves and get their mind off the evening, Carol put on a beloved popular children’s film with no guns or explosions, just heroic princesses and dragons that weren’t so evil after all. 

Before the princesses could even set forth on their adventure, Carol and Daisy were asleep in each other’s arms.

They awoke in the morning to their phones ringing, a knock at the door, and a morning talk show on the TV, discussing social media videos of their attack. The protestors were all identified as a particularly zealous family from a homophobic hate group. 

Later, their agents, security guards, assistants, and studio contacts all assured that this group’s communication and public movements were being closely monitored now, and Daisy and Carol were safe. But still, the magic of autumn in New York faded, and as shooting wrapped up and weather grew colder, they were grateful to board their flight home where it was easier to avoid the public eye. 

[reviiely]

!!!!!!!

The MayDaisy !!! Still as good as the last time I read it from your universe ! Thank you so much for all the crumbs !!

If you don’t mind, could I ask that you expand a bit more on Skye and May’s reactions to Skye getting powers ?? Like if Skye was worried about how May would react, or if May was worried that her little girl was gonna turn out like that little girl in Bahrain ???

Hi Anon! I'm not sure if you're the same one from yesterday, but you're welcome all the same.

Now to the main event: Skye's powers and how they come to light!

I don't especially feel like writing this, mostly cause I'm still a little blocked and I'm not really sure how it would go, but here's the next best thing (AKA me forcing the words out and hoping it sounds fine).

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(2x11: Aftershocks)

(In the quarantine room.)

"Hey."

Skye glanced up from her hands. "Hey," she croaked. "What's up?"

May slid inside the glass box. Skye wanted to protest, but the words died in her throat when she saw Fitz nod at her from the outside. May tapped her hand. "Feeling like you’ve been in that glass box your whole life yet?" her mother asked her. "You doing okay?"

Skye nodded. "Yeah, yeah. I- I just…" She sighed. "I feel isolated and exposed at the same time. Being a caged animal is no fun." She cracked a small smile. "I'm used to it."

"I wish you weren't." May held onto her hand gently, like she was afraid that Skye had changed in that chamber, like she'd become glass. In a way, she kind of had. "Fitz said that you had something to tell me."

Skye didn't need to look up to see the engineer sitting by the door, effectively guarding them inside the soundproof box. Instead, she looked up at May.

"Please don't be... I don't know, mad, or something. " I don't want you to leave. "I didn't hide this from you. I barely... I found out from Fitz maybe an hour ago." Please don't be mad. Please, please, don't be mad. Please don't hate me. Please don't hate me because I changed. Please don't flinch. You never flinch. Skye swallowed. "I, uh..."

May tilted her chin up so that their eyes would meet, gazing at her, through her, and Skye knew that the jig was up. May could read her like an open book. May knew that something was wrong with her. May knew.

Skye's eyes burned. Her lungs burned. She squeezed her eyelids shut as tears came unbidden to the surface, and she clutched May's hand like a lifeline. She couldn't breathe.

Please don't hate me. Please don't go.

"Hey, hey, angel..." May's quiet voice came to her like a light in the fog. "Hey. Can you take a deep breath for me?"

She gulped in air, but it only made her more dizzy. She held onto May tighter.

"Can you open your eyes for me?" The world was too bright. She hated the lab. She hated how pristine and bright it was. "Good, thank you. Can you name me five things you can see?" Stupid fucking bright lights, stupid lab, stupid powers, stupid brain. "Skye?"

"Fitz, the lights, the lab..." She squinted. "The potted plant over there. You."

May tapped her hand twice. I love you. "Okay," she said, "what's four things you can touch?"

They went through the exercise, and only when Skye finally forced some water down her throat, did May let them talk about it. Her. Her powers.

"So." Skye swallowed slightly. Cracked a smile. "Where were we?"

"Don't." May gave her that look. "Don't do that."

Skye let out a small breath. "Well, what do you want me to do?" she demanded quietly. "What do you want me to say? 'Sorry for having a panic attack, please hold, I'll be right with you'? 'I have weird powers that make things explode and I have both survivor's guilt and regular guilt about killing one of my closest friends'? 'I feel like a murderer and like I'm truly, truly, my biological father's daughter'? Do you want me to say that?"

The silence between them hung heavily in the air. Skye's chest was heaving. I fucked up. I fucked up. This is bad. Fuck.

When May didn't say anything else, Skye dared to look up, finding her mother just staring at her. No heat. No anger, no sadness, just her eyes boring into Skye's soul. Skye knew that look. It was the one May got whenever she was thinking about Bahrain. She used to babble happy conversations to that look, trying to ease it away from her mother's face in time for dinner.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "For becoming this way."

May's face slowly melted back into her careful neutral. She tapped Skye's hand, once, twice. I'm sorry. I love you.

"Don't be sorry," May said after another moment. She held onto Skye as tightly as she could. "You're still who you are, powers or no powers."

"I'm different now," Skye protested.

"That may be true, but that's not all there is to you, is it?" May studied her expression. Skye felt her eyes rove over her face. "You're not just your powers. You're my daughter. You're Phil's daughter. You run this base. You're a genius in CS. You're one hell of an agent." May squeezed her hand again. "You're still you. Now with added..."

"Danger," Skye finished.

"Impact," May countered. Skye could see her mother wavering. She hated it, hated that she was the cause of it. "Once we get these powers of yours under control, they're just another tool in your toolbox."

"I'm a ticking time bomb."

"You're more than just a ticking time bomb."

"I'm still a ticking time bomb, even if I'm more than that."

Skye tried to pull away, but May held firm.

"You can learn how to control them," her mother said firmly. "And you will. I have faith that you will."

"What if I can't?" Skye asked. There was a buzz underneath her skin, like everything had been freshly slapped and blood was rushing to the surface. She wondered what that meant. "What if I hurt people? What if I..."

Repeat what happened down in the underground city, destroy lives and people and beliefs, turn into the girl that you have to take out to save everyone else, force us into a second Bahrain. What then?

"We can get through this," May said, knowing everything that passed through Skye's mind. "I trust you."

Skye knew her mother wasn't lying to her, but it seemed as if that she had misplaced beliefs. It wouldn't be the first time. It probably wouldn't be the last.

"Okay," she said anyway. "I trust you, too."

[sergeantrosabellaswan]

The Selection, MCU crossover royalty AU

SUMMARY: Fifteen girls. Two princes. One crown. The competition of a lifetime.

CHAPTER ONE

POLITICAL CURRUPTIONS

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1759

The arrow flew from my bow, quickly and silently making contact with the target, killing the deer instantly. Before the creature had even hit the ground, the Queen’s Bandits had pounced, knives out to cut dinner down to smaller pieces.

“That was a good kill, Rosabella!” Thor was quick to lavishly praise me, a hint of jealously shining in his eyes; his father had been one of the village hunters before he died three years previously due to bandits.

I leaned my bow onto the toe as my boot as I leaned forward, watching my little band of misfits hard at work. For the millionth time, I cursed King Joseph, if he could even be called a king; he had sworn to care for his people, but had neglected my small village by allowing bandits to invade us nearly every other week.

I ducked my head to pick at my threadbare blouse, all but see through due to one too many washings. My boots were no better- practically falling apart, with duct tape wrapped around the ankles and heels, making the sad looking footwear wearable- for the moment being.

I glanced around the dense trees nervously; even though I knew that the eight of us could take down bandits, should they dare to make an appearance, I was still wary out in these dangerous woods.

“Victor, do you think this will be enough for dinner, or should we continue hunting?” I asked quietly, speaking for the first time that day.

The red haired man quickly took inventory of the meat, skins, bones and organs, all which were tucked in heavy duty leather bags to make transportation easier on us all.

“I would get at least one more kill,” he answered with a simple shrug, his voice soft as well, waiting for me to make the call.

I nodded silently before turning, nodding to my close friends, who all quickly fell into line behind me; Sam, with his on the spot sense of humor and heavily tattooed body; Victor with his quick mind and even quick ability to do mathematics in his head on the spot; Thor, with his brutish strength and sweet, easy going nature; Loki with his graceful agility and ambidextrous hands, Pietro with his charming smile and sweet kisses; Peter with his nimble ability to quickly scale trees to keep a lookout for kills and bandits.

And then there was me.

Rosabella Swan.

I was skilled enough with many weapons, my main weapons of choice being deadly close combat and throwing knives and my trusty bow. My ability to skillfully hunt and my general distrust towards all except my Queen’s Bandits made my temper somewhat unpredictable; but what I lacked in social skills, I made up for in being the village sheriff.

“Loki, do you hear anything?” I asked, my voice coming out as a quiet whisper. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him tilt his head as he closed his eyes for the briefest of moments. His eyes shot open as he quickly took up the lead, taking up deeper into the wood on a heart thumping chase.

At long last, I spied our target, and I loaded my bow with an arrow and got ready to take aim. I breathed in silently before letting the projectile fly. A smirk took over my face as the deer fell, and once more, my Queen’s Bandits got to work.

I watched them work as I slipped back into my thoughts once more; da’s brutal murder still fresh on my mind. The hand that wasn’t holding my bow clenched into a tight fist and I had to stop myself from breathing heavily. My father had sent countless letters to King Joseph, begging for help in defending the village from bandit raids, only to get chirping crickets in response.

The king had da’s blood on his hands; if I should ever meet him, I would deck him and most defiantly break his nose. I honestly didn’t care if assaulting a member of the royal family was certain death, I knew I had to make the king feel what I had felt for the past three years.

He had worked so hard to make the capitol and all the surrounding cities and towns prosperous, so why had he ignored the little village of mine?

I was snapped from my thought by Loki standing in front of me and placing a gentle hand onto my shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he asked me softly, his hand rubbing a comforting circle into my skin. I smiled up at him before pulling away.

“Come on; we should be heading back now,” I called out in a soft voice, avoiding his concerned question. “I don’t feel safe this deep in the woods with bandits running underfoot once the sun goes down.”

“Following right behind you, sheriff,” Pietro said, his easy smile nearly making me swoon at my dark haired lover. I barely managed to stop myself from making doeful heart eyes at him as I turned, a light blush dusting my cheeks as I led the way, my boots silently marching through the underbrush and leaves.

I skillfully followed the subtle X’s that I had marked the trees with to help lead us back to the village, my eyes darting from every tree to every bush; it wouldn’t surprise me if bandits attacked us in the open.

I didn’t like being vulnerable; it only led to certain death around this neck of the country.

Within minutes, we were on the less traveled road that led to the village; I couldn’t help0 but notice fresh tire tracks in the dust.

“Careful, now,” I warned in a soft voice. “I don’t think it’s the bandits, but be sure to keep your guard up!” I’d didn’t have to turn my head to see that everyone was nodding their heads in silent agreement as I slowly led the way towards the only exit into the crudely fortified village.

I was about to round the bend when Thor placed a hand onto my shoulder.

“Wait here; I’ll go check it out,” he breathed into my ear before going first before I could kick up a protest.

Barely even a minute passed before he called out to us.

“It’s safe!” his booming voice nearly making me jump. I was first to go around the bend, where I saw a motorcade was all but blocking to entrance. As we approached, we all couldn’t help but notice a man in an expensive looking suit was arguing with the half dozen sentries who were guarding the village from bandits.

“Look, you going to have to wait for the sheriff to return from hunting,” one of the sentries was saying firmly over the other man’s blusterings, clearly done listening to whatever crap the he was trying to feed the armed sentry. I could only roll my eyes as I marched up to the front of the village with most of the male population of the Queen’s Bandits falling in behind me.

“Sheriff! Welcome back!” a second sentry called out in an annoyed tone of voice. “These blokes are trying to get in… some kind of official business… I’m sorry to say that I tuned them out after they mentioned something about royalty or whatever…”

“You’re the sheriff?” Mr. Fancy Pants asked in shock. “But you’re a girl!”

This made me stop and slowly turn to face him. I drew myself up to my embarrassingly short height before marching straight up to that sonofabitch and staring him directly in the eye.

“I am not a girl, I am a dangerous storm with skin that will destroy you unless you tell me what you Goddamned hillbillies think you’re doing in my village,” I hissed venomously, ignoring everything until Pietro placed his hand onto my shoulder, messaging my skin gently. My hand went up to his as I stared up at the messenger, who was clearly trembling in his spotless shiny boots.

“I’m afraid this is between King Joseph and Miss Rosabella Swan,” he sniffed delicately, making my blood boil at the name of the king.

“It would be a wise choice to state your business,” I growled, not at all amused with the colors that the man’s face was turning. “Right now.” When he didn’t answer, my volatile mood turned even further south. “Turn them away!” I barked before beginning to storm into the village.

The sound of a car door opening caught my attention and my hand went to the knife I carried at my back, my head turning to see who was emerging from the motorcade.

My blood went cold as King Joseph ambled up to the little cluster of people blocking the front of the village.

“You!” I snarled, beginning to charge towards the man who was responsible for my father’s murder; I was stopped by Thor and Loki, each grabbing a hold of my arms as two more men joined the king. I didn’t recognize them; one was a scrawny blond who looked like a gust of wind would blow him over; the second was a well-built man with dark hair that lightly brushed his shoulders.

I laughed bitterly at the shocked expression on everyone’s face.

“What brings such a murdersome king like you to my small village of Wakanda?” I asked with a deep scowl etched into my face.

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fic: you’ve come to shake my hand

whumptober day 20: emotional angst masterlist: tumblr, ao3 “It’s too hard,” she says in the quietude of the kitchen. “What’s too hard?” “Don’t play dumb, Robbie. You know what.”

This has been a long time coming, as much as she hadn’t wanted to admit it to herself. In fairness, Robbie hadn’t wanted to admit it either. They’ve been circling around it for months in an attempt to avoid the elephant — or demon — in the room. She could ignore it in the beginning, when the relationship itself was new. Robbie’s periodic leaves of absence had, in a way, been helpful.

Until they weren’t, and waking up to an empty bed after yet again saying goodbye became just plain depressing. Worse, it wasn’t even like she could place blame on him, really. He had no more control over it than she did. So her resentment had to linger, unaddressed and unfixable.

Cisco asking her why, if he called them Auntie Daisy and Uncle Robbie, they didn’t wear rings like Mommy and Daddy had ultimately been the proverbial straw. Watching her boyfriend head off into hell was bad enough; having a husband do it would be worse, and continuing to live in limbo, in denial, was no longer tenable.

“It’s too hard,” she says in the quietude of the kitchen. She hadn’t planned on having the conversation tonight, in the wee hours with her hair a sleep-mussed mess and his eyes bleary from fatigue. She’d gone to get a glass of water, then life decided to slam into her with all the tenderness of a semitruck. Robbie had followed when she didn’t return, and now, he sits at the table as she leans up against the counter, looking no better for wear than she.

He’s been back for a month, long enough for her to start to relax, as she has so many times before. But it won’t last, because it never lasts. A week or a month or even a year, once, it doesn’t matter. Eventually, it ends. It always ends. And it’ll happen again if she lets it. She’ll make herself forget. She’ll smile when she wakes up because he’s beside her, she’ll count on a good breakfast every morning because he’s there to make it, she’ll get to laugh at his expense when May continues to treat him with indifference (one day she might tell him it’s all a show, that May had years ago grown quite fond of him), she’ll get to see Mack practically crack open a bottle of champagne because he finally has someone to shoot the shit with about cars again.

Then the rug will be pulled out from under her — from under all of them — with a simple, tired, Daisy, we need to talk.

She doesn’t know when, only that it’s inevitable.

“What’s too hard?”

“Don’t play dumb, Robbie. You know what.”

He looks down at the table to worry at a chip in the wood. “Yeah.”

“I just — I can’t keep watching you leave through that goddamn portal not knowing if I’m going to see you again. Lying awake in bed, alone, wondering if Ghost Rider’s finally been killed by something and you with him. And when are here, not even you know how long you’ll stick around. I can’t do it anymore, and I shouldn’t have to.”

“It’s you who keeps me coming back,” he says. “The only reason I haven’t gone insane through all of this is because I know you’ll be there.”

“Don’t put that on me. It’s not fair.”

“It’s the truth.”

“No, it’s not. You come back for Gabe as much as for me. Hell, you come back for your car.”

He falls silent, conceding the point. The clock on the wall ticks and ticks.

“Maybe … maybe one day, if you get free of the Rider, we can …”

She sighs. That’s a stupid notion. The Rider won’t let him go, not as long as there’s a single ounce of life in Robbie’s body. The deal was too sweet, Robbie’s pain too deep a vein of gold to stop mining. There will never be a day when she can have Robbie and Robbie alone. The Rider will always be there simmering beneath the surface, his whim all that allows her to see Robbie at all. He’s probably having a grand old time at this very moment deciding when to rip Robbie away.

Robbie walks over to her to cup her face in his hands, and she leans into it. His touch, as rendingly gentle with her as it is savage to his victims, is like the sun her namesake thrives for yet cannot truly keep.

“I love you,” he says. “God, I — Daisy look at me.”

She does, unable to refuse. The porch light filtering through the curtains glints off his eyes.

“I love you, too. It’s not enough.” She steels herself to add, “I need someone I can rely on, and that’s not you.”

She’d expected it, but it still hurts to see his flinch, and she laments the loss of his hands as he drops them to his sides. “If I had a choice —”

“You’d stay,” she fills in. “I know, Robbie. But you don’t have a choice. We need to face facts.”

“So, what, this is just the end of us?”

No, she desperately wishes she could tell him. No, of course it’s not.

“It has to be.”

He lets out an uneven breath. Then, after a while, a nod. “Will you keep an eye on Gabe for me? If I never get free, or even if I do — you’re like a sister to him, he —”

“Of course I will. What do you take me for?”

“Right. Yeah.” Robbie steps away, then drops into the chair. His posture is terrible. She easily accepts his outstretched hand and lets him pull her into his lap. She takes all of him in, memorizing every last line and freckle. If tonight truly is the last night she’ll have with him, she doesn’t want to spend the rest of it at odds. With a half-hearted smile, he asks, “Are you gonna make me sleep on the couch?”

“No, Robbie, I will not make you sleep on the couch.”

Later, as he softly snores beside her, his arm draped over her middle, she finds sleep hard to come by. A thousand times over she wonders if this is the right thing to do. They’ve made it this far, couldn’t they keep going? The absences are shit, but when he is here, isn’t that worth it?

She pulls his arm tighter around her, as though that will keep him here.

But it won’t, she knows that. No amount of hope can fend off the encroaching wall of hellfire. She listens to his breathing and revels in his warmth until her body betrays her and she succumbs to her own slumber. When day breaks, the house is empty but for a note telling her the devil came calling and he couldn’t bring himself to wake her.

Gone. Again.

Robbie’s phone trills with a text message. Gabe.

Hey, can we meet up? Charlene said yes to dinner and I’m kind of freaking out. Could use my big brother’s advice.

She doesn’t respond. What on earth could she say?

His phone trills again.

Robbie?

[ginnsbaker]

Bulletproof (4/?)

Part Summary: There's a new recruit who seems to have taken a liking to you. If things were normal between you and Wanda, maybe she wouldn’t feel so…threatened.

Chapter word count: 2.6k+ | Tags: Light Angst, Mutual Pining, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Enemies to Lovers to Enemies, Gay disasters

Ship: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Part Five | Series Masterlist

-

The newest recruit, Daisy Johnson, seems to have taken a liking to you.

At least, that's what Wanda Maximoff has observed since Daisy's inclusion earlier this week.

From the corner of her eye, Wanda constantly catches the newbie stealing glances at you during training, meals, and even debriefing sessions. It's not that she keeps tabs on you or anything, but she can't help but notice when you catch someone’s attention, especially when that someone seems to be nearly everywhere you are.

In every training session, Wanda notes Daisy choosing to partner up with you or standing close by during briefings. Even in the more relaxed moments within the compound, Daisy seems irresistibly drawn to you. Wanda doesn't miss how Daisy occasionally throws prolonged glances your way, or how she laughs a tad too enthusiastically at something you say.

And it doesn't help that you and she walk on eggshells around each other since your confession in your old cell.

Neither of you has made any attempts to talk to the other again. Not even a glance, as if pretending the other doesn't exist will make that fateful night disappear. But for Wanda, the more she tries to push it out of her mind, the more sharply it edges back in, refusing to be forgotten.

She can't help but wonder: Was it wrong of her to move like that in her sleep? And were you out of line for not waking her up right away? 

And more importantly: Were you so repulsed by it that you chose a prison cell over sharing her bed?

All these questions keep swimming in her mind, to the point where she has considered going to whoever handles this sort of stuff at the compound—kind of like an HR Department, but for Avengers. Perhaps a course on understanding boundaries might help you both move past this and start anew.

But then again, addressing it means dealing with it, and right now, just avoiding the whole mess seems so much easier.

As Wanda turns a corner in one of the compound's sprawling hallways, her eyes catch sight of you and Daisy. You’re both laughing, heads thrown back, not a care in the world. Wanda's eyes involuntarily narrow at the sight, taking note of the negligible distance between you two. Daisy's hand is resting lightly on your arm, fingers dancing along the fabric of your shirt as she emphasizes a point in her story.

Wanda tries to walk past nonchalantly, yet can't seem to dispel the feelings that bubble up each time she sees you with Daisy.

It's maddening. If things were normal between you and Wanda, maybe she wouldn’t feel so…threatened. 

But they aren't. 

And she does.

-

Wanda's patience is tested to its limits one Saturday afternoon. 

Tasked with joining Sam to whip up dinner for the team's weekly movie night, she's diligently chopping vegetables in the expansive kitchen when Daisy sidles up to her.

“Hey, uh, Wanda, right?” Daisy begins, a casual tone to her voice.

Wanda doesn’t even look up as she answers, “Yes?”

“Can I ask you something about Y/N?”

Wanda's grip on the knife tightens just a fraction, her posture stiffening. “I think it’s better if you ask Vision–he monitors all of us even more closely than the cameras we have everywhere.”

As the words leave Wanda's mouth, Vision, who’s been quietly tinkering with a device on the other side of the kitchen, looks up suddenly, his usually stoic face showing a hint of surprise.

“I assure you, I do no such thing,” he starts, his tone a touch defensive. “Monitoring everyone is not part of my programming or my personal interests.”

Daisy raises an eyebrow, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Sure, Vis. Everyone needs a hobby, right?”

Vision clears his throat, looking somewhat flustered, “It is not a 'hobby' of mine.”

Wanda can't help but smirk slightly at Vision's discomfort, her attention briefly diverted from the awkwardness with Daisy. “It's just a joke, Vision. Relax.”

He gives a curt nod, turning his attention back to the device in his hand, though he remains noticeably quiet.

Daisy chuckles lightly, but her curiosity remains unsated. “Anyway, back to Y/N?” She prompts, looking expectantly at Wanda. “Steve mentioned that if anyone on the team knows Y/N best, it'd be you, considering you two shared a room.”

Fucking Steve.

Wanda takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. She finally glances up to meet Daisy's eyes, her expression guarded. “What do you want to know?”

“Is Y/N... you know, single? And what do you think of them?”

Wanda's eyebrows shoot up, her eyes sharpening immediately. She places the knife down on the countertop with more force than necessary. “Why do you ask?”

Sam whistles softly, making it obvious he's eavesdropping. “Damn, getting intense over here,” he comments with a grin, making no effort to hide his amusement.

Daisy shoots him an exasperated look, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “Trying to have a conversation here, Wilson.”

Ignoring Sam's teasing, Wanda presses, “I just want to know why you're asking.”

Daisy sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. “We've been talking a lot, and I was just... curious.”

Sam, not missing a beat, chimes in, “Curious or interested?"

Daisy rolls her eyes. "Nosy much?"

Wanda reaches for the shredder and starts grating all the remaining vegetables rather aggressively.

Sam laughs before lifting the spatula to his lips to sample the soup he’s making. “Just trying to get the lay of the land.”

“Why don't you focus on your soup, Sam?” Wanda retorts, though her eyes never leave her task.

Sam smirks, catching the hint of jealousy in Wanda's tone, and decides to push just a little further. “You know, Wanda, if you have something to say about Y/N, now's the time.”

Wanda's eyes flash red for a brief moment. Sam holds his hands up in mock surrender, but the smirk doesn’t leave his face.

Daisy looks between them in confusion. 

Taking a moment, Wanda sets the shredder aside and faces Daisy squarely. “Y/N almost risked their life to save mine. If you're looking for a testament to their character, well, actions like that are rare to come by.”

“And as for Y/N’s relationship status,” she continues, a bit reluctantly, “I believe they're single.”

Daisy's gaze becomes gentle, a dreamy quality entering her eyes. “That's... truly heroic,” she whispers, almost to herself. Wanda feels a sudden urge to throw up.

She then flashes a grateful smile at Wanda. “Thanks, Wanda. That means a lot coming from you.”

Wanda merely nods before clearing her throat. “Well, now that that's settled, could someone pass the salt?”

It’s Sam who hands it over, but not before saying, “Try not to add too much. We wouldn't want dinner to be as salty as some people's moods.”

-

Tony is, unsurprisingly, first in line, eagerly eyeing the roasted vegetables. “If the taste is half as good as the smell, we’re in for a treat tonight.”

Steve chuckles, replying, “I think we can trust Wanda and Sam's culinary skills by now.”

Natasha and Clint are engrossed in a deep conversation about an upcoming mission, while Bruce discusses some new upgrades with Tony. Vision, for his part, is explaining to Peter the intricacies of using Wanda's food processor.

As the chatter continues, Wanda moves to retrieve the centerpiece of the dinner: a golden-brown roasted chicken. She feels everyone's eyes on her, awaiting the moment the chicken will land on the table. However, her gaze is involuntarily drawn to the table where she sees you and Daisy sitting next to each other, laughing about something. 

In that split second of distraction, her fingers graze the scalding metal rack of the oven. A sharp hiss escapes her lips, the sudden pain evident on her face. Dropping the oven mitts, she mutters a quick “Excuse me” and dashes off to the nearest bathroom, intending to run the burnt area under cold water.

You notice her quick exit and, after a brief moment of hesitation, quietly follow her. As you near the bathroom, the sound of running water reaches your ears.

Without knocking, you enter. Wanda is cradling her hand, trying to soothe the burn. 

Your voice is soft with concern when you speak, “Wanda? Let me help.”

Wanda quickly pulls her hand away from the water, her eyes widening as she registers your arrival. “I’m fine,” she snaps, her posture tensing further. Water drips from her fingers onto the porcelain sink.

You take a hesitant step forward, your intent clear. “I can heal it. Just let me—”

“I said I'm fine,” she interrupts, her voice sharp. “Sometimes it's good to feel pain, you know, heal the natural way. Not everything needs a... quick fix.” She glances pointedly at you, an obvious jab at your abilities.

Your eyes narrow slightly at her comment, but you keep your emotions in check. “It's not about the quick fix, Wanda. It's about helping someone in pain, even if that someone is stubbornly pushing everyone away.”

She sighs, her defenses visibly waning. “Why are you even here? Shouldn't you be out there with Daisy?”

“What’s Daisy got to do with any of this?”

Wanda bites the inside of her cheek, averting her gaze. Even if she has an answer ready, she's not sure she'd want to voice it.

With a sharp exhale, your frustration bubbles over. 

“Fine,” you say tersely, pointing at her burned hand. “Let it scar then. See if I care.” 

Moving swiftly, you leave the bathroom without waiting for her response.

Wanda stays there for a few minutes, taking deep breaths and trying to steady herself. When she finally decides to rejoin the team for dinner, she notices the empty spot beside Daisy. You're gone, probably to your room.

Regret coils in her stomach. She didn’t mean for things to escalate like that, especially when all you were trying to do was help. 

-

She hasn't felt this anxious in a long time.

It reminds her of the days after she lost everything that truly mattered.

Checking that everyone is probably asleep, Wanda takes a deep breath and heads towards your room. Her mind races, trying to figure out what to say, how to apologize. 

She stops in front of your room and then gently raps on the door, listening intently for any sign of movement inside. “Y/N?” she calls out hesitantly. She doesn't expect the door to open immediately, and when it does, it's not you who answers. 

Instead, Daisy stands there, looking a little startled too.

“You…” Wanda hisses slowly before she can catch herself.

Daisy quickly registers Wanda's reaction and raises her hands in a placating manner. “Oh, right. Sorry, this must be weird. My apartment had a plumbing issue, a flood actually. Since I'm joining the team permanently, I made a request for a new room. But until that's sorted, Y/N offered me theirs.”

Wanda's insides churn with a jealousy she can't quite place, but she masks it swiftly, painting on a polite smile. “And where's Y/N now?” she asks, her voice deceptively calm.

Daisy bites her lip, appearing somewhat embarrassed. “They're asleep,” she admits. Stepping aside, she reveals you, nestled in a makeshift bed on the floor, blankets arranged around you for some semblance of comfort.

Wanda's eyes soften at the sight of you, but her heart also tightens in anger. You've given up your bed, your comfort, for Daisy. You’re doing for someone else what she’s done for you. It feels like an invasion of something she thought she exclusively shared with you.

Daisy shifts, catching Wanda's stare. “They wouldn’t listen to me,” she explains, a bit embarrassed. “Kept saying it's fine and that I should take the bed.”

Wanda just nods, a tightness in her voice. “Sounds like them, alright.”

Trying to ease the tension, Daisy adds, “Y/N always talks about you, you know. In a good way. Maybe you two should just... chat.”

Wanda raises an eyebrow, a little surprised. “They do?”

Daisy chuckles. "Yeah. Anyway, I'll leave you to it. Night."

“Night,” Wanda murmurs, still looking at you.

Once Daisy’s gone, Wanda hesitates. Part of her wants to barge in, shake you awake, and have that long overdue talk. Instead, she absentmindedly touches the burn on her hand, its sting a reminder of how you tried to help her earlier. It's jarring to think that you, even after avoiding each other for days, were ready to heal her.

And damn, it hurts. Not the burn, but the realization of how much she misses you. 

-

Wanda doesn’t get any chances to talk to you for the next several days because you–along with Natasha, Daisy and Vision are called away to a mission. 

Each day you’re away, Wanda feels the weight of anxiety pressing down on her chest. She can’t help but worry, replaying every worst-case scenario in her mind. She catches herself multiple times pacing by the control room, asking for updates, or staring out at the landing pad, waiting for the quinjet to return.

When word finally arrives that the quinjet is en route back to the compound, Wanda finds herself in the hangar before she’s even consciously made the decision to be there. Steve stands next to her, his face betraying his own relief. A few other team members have gathered too, all awaiting the return of their comrades.

The roar of the quinjet’s engines fills the air as it makes its descent. As the ramp lowers, Wanda's eyes scan the disembarking figures, and they lock onto yours. You look a little worn, a fresh bruise marring your cheek—oddly enough, one you've chosen not to heal. But beyond that, you seem okay.

Her heart swells with relief.

You seem to pause for a second, looking genuinely shocked to see Wanda amongst those waiting. For a moment, your eyes lock. She offers a tentative smile, full of hope, and it seems you're about to approach her. But then, as you step further out of the quinjet, Daisy appears at your side. The way she comfortably intertwines her fingers with yours sends a sharp pang through Wanda's heart and her smile falters.

Steve claps his hands together, attempting to reign in the team's focus. “Alright, debrief. How did it go?”

Natasha, with a deadpan expression, shoots back, “Could’ve gone smoother if you’d packed me a flask, Rogers.”

Steve smirks, shaking his head. “Alright, Romanoff. Just don’t make us wait too long.”

As you approach Wanda, your expression gives away nothing. “Hey,” you murmur, voice neutral. But Wanda’s eyes have darted down to where your hand is connected with Daisy's. Her eyes harden, and when she meets your gaze, they’ve become unreceptive.

Misreading the tightening of Wanda's features as coldness, your frown deepens. You'd thought some time apart might've helped ease the strain between you two, but guess not.

Just as you're about to say something to her–maybe an explanation as to why you’re holding Daisy’s hand–Daisy gives a playful tug on your hand, breaking the moment. “Come on,” she chirps. “Let's head in. I heard there's pizza, and I intend to eat more slices than you.”

You allow Daisy to pull you along, throwing one last glance at Wanda over your shoulder, wishing she'd say something–anything. 

But Wanda's back is already turned to you. Her posture rigid, fists clenched at her sides, the knuckles going white. In that moment, Wanda is making a silent vow to herself, one of emotional self-preservation.

She walks away, her heels clicking against the ground with each firm and decisive step. Deep down, the walls she'd slowly been dismantling brick by brick in the face of a potential future with you were being hastily reconstructed. 

She’s survived worse things.

Of course, she’ll survive you.

[miniaturesketches]

Skyeward Fic Recs

Here's a new list including both old and recent works! I'm always on the hunt for beautifully written fics with great plots and compelling characterization - or you know, just enjoyable and quick fixes, that too - so this list will be updated from time to time. (Note: some fics are abandoned or incomplete.)

The Head & The Heart series by Poetgirl925 is my all-time favorite long fic, featuring a non-HYDRA Agent Ward who ends up planning and working on operations with Skye at the Triskelion. It's the lesser-known sister of the famous Under Your Skin fic by the same author.

the death of peace of mind by hellfxres involves a Hellfire! Ward working as a firefighter. That is, until Agent Daisy Johnson shows up at his station. I haven't finished reading this, but the premise is so interesting that it's on my list.

There is Nothing Special About Grant Ward by NezumiPi is one of my only two bookmarks. That's how good it is - a complex and absorbing exploration of Grant Ward's childhood as the son of a mob boss, his abusive relationship with Garrett, and his subsequent crimes. In custody at the Playground, Ward slowly is allowed to participate in operations again. (Note: this is not for the apologists and while there are interactions between Skye and Ward, they are not romantic in nature.)

You Know You're My Saving Grace by GreenEyedStone is historical fiction set in WW2. Unapologetically Skyeward, it follows the life of Skye, the daughter of the United States Air Force Major Phil Coulson, as she gets married to the soldier Grant Ward and has a child. She works on the frontlines in Europe as a journalist. (I'll admit I'm biased as I beta'd some of it, but I think this fic is criminally underrated.)

How to Keep Your Distance, Unsuccessfully by miniaturesketches, aka me, is an old two-shot. Set in Season 4, Daisy Johnson is on the run as a wanted vigilante, hunting down the Watchdogs. When she's severely injured, there's only one person she can call - Grant Ward, her old partner at S.H.I.E.L.D. (Note: "Ward Is Not HYDRA" fic.)

Four Bullets and A Dirty Smile by thefrenchmistake is one of the most popular Skyeward fics of the early 2020s. Not S.H.I.E.L.D-friendly, it's a classic Grant Ward redemption story. But my personal favorite from this author is the oneshot Maybe in One of Those, We Can Win It All, involving the multiple tragic universes in which Skye and Ward meet. So much angst.

I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day by go_astray_with_me, who is the queen of fun-to-read Skyeward. I'm always excited to read her oneshots (and PWP) when they turn up on the Skye/Grant Ward tag. This one is pretty much as the title says.

The Fine Dimensional Line by Kylia has one of the most exciting plots I've read. Grant Ward and Kara Palamas, desperate to escape HYDRA! Skye, take a gamble on one of Fitz's mad ideas - and end up in an alternate world, one where the fine line between loyalty and treachery, love and hate, worked out completely differently.

Real or Not by DrawntoDarkness is a classic oneshot. After being tortured, Skye has trouble differentiating truth from her implanted memories. She spends a day with each member of the team.

The Persistence of Memory by Eienvine is a "Ward goes through T.A.H.I.T.I." fic. James Shaughnessy is a respectable but average person living a respectable but average life . . . except for the dreams. Except for the scars on his body that he can't explain. Except for Daisy, the beautiful girl who comes to his restaurant sometimes and looks at him like she knows him.

The White Silence by starshine is a beautifully written oneshot. After they crash in the Canadian mountains, Ward must get an injured Skye to Providence. The fact that he is an enemy of SHIELD is of little importance in the face of hypothermia threatening to set in.

A Spy Like Me by colormeblue. After the Battle of New York, Grant Ward decides that he no longer wants Hydra to win its war with SHIELD and becomes a triple agent. Nick Fury gives him orders to work with Coulson's team in order to get valuable intelligence on Hydra but Grant finds his triple status and working with a team quite difficult.

Shades of Grey by imadetheline is another slowburn, Grant Ward redemption fic (unfortunately, abandoned). It was one of the first SW fics I read and I still have fond memories of it!

More coming soon!

[skyesdaisys]

character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: open currently (just wanna try writing again)

bolded names are ones i really wanna write for

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

american horror story (violet harmon, kit walker, lana winters, zoe benson, madison montgomery, kyle spencer, misty day, cordelia goode, jimmy darling, tristan duffy, ally mayfair-richards, kai anderson, winter anderson, mallory, brooke thompson, montana duke)

the summer I turned pretty (jeremiah fisher, belly conklin, taylor jewel, shayla wang, conrad fisher)

gossip girl (nate archibald, dan humphrey, blair waldorf, jenny humphrey, serena van der woodsen, vanessa abrams)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), roronoa zoro (one piece live action), daisy johnson (agents of shield), zach dempsey (13 reasons why)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

[samdeancass]

Shining Light

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x sister!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Daisy, Y/N

Description: Y/N struggles with her self-worth and has always looked up to Daisy for her strength and is always by her side. When the two get hurt on a mission, Y/N hides her pain and gets Daisy to help first, but Daisy knows something is wrong.

For as long as you can remember, you have always wanted to be like Daisy. She was the shining light in your life and the one you always looked up to. She was strong and fearless, whereas you were the opposite, which always buried your self-worth. You would run and hide whenever the slightest problem arose; Daisy, however, would run at it head first, and that is what you have always admired about her. At one point, you made a conscious decision to change. You decided that enough was enough and would make something of yourself, so you followed Daisy's footsteps and joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

You stuck to Daisy's side throughout your training missions, analysing her every move and trying to memorise it to be the best you can be. You eventually joined her in the field for actual missions as her partner. The mission you were going on was like any other, sneak in for recon, plant some bugs and sneak back out. Your legs were shaking as you got closer to your destination. A warm hand was placed on your leg, and it immediately stopped as you looked over at Daisy. "It's going to be fine; we've done this so many times. It's just a simple mission, Y/N." A smile spread across your lips, and you nodded in agreement, but the anxiety was still there, a silent companion in your body.

The jet landed outside the building, and you and Daisy. It seemed abandoned, with the windows blanketed with darkness, but you knew better. With a nod to Daisy, you swung open the door and headed inside. Guns were at the ready, and you both silently walked around the building, but it seemed as though nobody was home. "We were lucky this time, Daisy. Let's go before they come back." Daisy chuckled as she placed the last bug underneath a side table. "Alright, c'mon, sis."

Just as you both turned, a swarm of guards approached you from nowhere and erupted into firepower. Both of you rolled out of the way and down the next corridor. You felt a slight stinging in your side and looked down; blood was seeping through your uniform after a bullet had grazed your side. You pushed down the pain and carried on running with Daisy. She turned and began shooting back, getting most of her shots on target. A scream echoed through the corridor as Daisy fell to the floor. "We need emergency evac, NOW!" You shouted through your comms before leaning over to drag Daisy out of danger. Your eyes widened as you noticed the bullet embedded into her side. "We need to get you out of here, now." You groaned and winced as you stood up with Daisy and felt the bullet graze a tear wider in your side. Daisy looked at you with concern, her eyebrows knitted together. "Y/N, are you alright?" You nodded silently and slowly walked down the corridor, keeping out of sight by keeping to the sides. An explosion blew open a wall further up the corridor, and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents piled inside. You handed Daisy over to safety first, ensuring she was alright before returning inside. "Y/N, please be careful in there. You've come so far; I'm proud of you." You smiled widely at her before rejoining the fight.

You entered the building and began shooting at the enemies approaching you. You were getting every shot until the edges of your vision began to darken. The shots became sporadic and eventually stopped when you collapsed on the floor.

You groaned as you heard monitors beeping in the back of your head. Slowly opening your eyes, you were met with a bright light and a worried sister sitting beside you in the medical wing of S.H.I.E.L.D. "W-what happened? My head hurts like hell and - ow!" You moved slightly, and a sharp stabbing pain erupted in your side, which allowed your memory to come back to you. "Ah, that's what happened." You slowly sat up and loosely hugged Daisy, kissing her face. "Don't get me wrong, Y/N, I'm so happy you're okay, but why would you go back there knowing you were hurt? You could have died!" You looked down in embarrassment and twiddled your thumbs. "I-I thought I could do it! I was so close, but I had to fumble that up, too, just like I do everything. You would have been able to do it, Daisy, but not me. You can do everything, and I'm just...."

A stray tear fell down your cheek as your feelings poured out. Daisy sat there and listened to everything while rubbing soothing circles into your hand. "Y/N, you have come so far from the person you used to be. You need to cut yourself some slack. You're one of the best agents I know, nearly as good as me, but you must take care of yourself. I knew there was something wrong back there, but I just assumed it was sore muscles or something, not that you'd been hurt by a bullet! Please don't hide those things from me. I want to be able to help you, too."

You nodded in understanding. "Alright, Daisy, I promise."

[upat4amwiththemoon]

If possible could you do a Daisy Johnson x wife reader where reader is extremely overprotective and when reader and Daisy get into a argument over reader being overprotective thats gets so heated that Daisy ends up saying that their marriage was a mistake and reader takes their wedding ring and throws it at daisy and reader tells daisy to go to hell and runs to Coulson crying and Coulson confronts Daisy for making reader cry and Coulson explains to Daisy why reader is overprotective (Reader is Phil Coulson's inhuman/mutant adopted daughter)

The past

Summary: Actions done in the present stem from mistakes made in the past.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader

Warnings: some angst, cursing

Word count: 1136

a/n: thank you everyone for your patience regarding your requests, I’m doing my best to do as many as I can now :)

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

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Daisy paces around the room, her hands crossed over her chest. Y/N is sitting on their bed with a frown on her face. They’ve been fighting for a long time now. It started after a mission, where Y/N pushed Daisy out of harms way, even though she could have handled herself well.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done this.” Daisy groans, looking at Y/N, who avoids eye contact with her. “It’s annoying.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can handle myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t need you to be sorry!” Her voice is louder now, making Y/N flinch slightly. “I need you to stop being so damn overprotective, I’m not a child that needs saving.”

Y/N stands up to level with Daisy. “I don’t think you are a child, I just don’t want you to get hurt, or..or die!”

“I’m not dying.” Daisy rubs her forehead, closing her eyes tightly. “Yes, there are risks, but this is the job we both signed up to do! And I can’t do that job, if you’re in my way.”

“I know there are risks, but me protecting you is part of the job! We keep each other safe.”

“Oh god.” Daisy groans loudly, throwing her head back. “You just don’t get it!”

“Then explain it to me!”

“I keep trying! I’ve tried and tried, but you just don’t care. You’re literally suffocating me!” Daisy’s hand are flying around the air as she yells. “Maybe this was a mistake!” She points between them. “Maybe we shouldn’t have gotten married.”

Y/N stares at Daisy. Her face fallen and tears threatening to fall down her cheeks. “Go to hell, Daisy.” Pulling off her wedding ring, she throws it in Daisy’s general direction. She runs out of the room, slamming the door shut in the process, and straight to Phil.

She’s full blown sobbing she reaches her adoptive father. “Hey, what happened?” He opens his arms instantly, wrapping his arms around her as she leans against him.

“We fought.” She cries, pressing her face against his shoulder, which quietens her voice even more. “She said that- that maybe our marriage was a mistake.”

“What?” One of Phil’s hands caresses her back, while the other combs through her hair, doing his best to console her. “Why?”

”Because I can’t stop suffocating her.”

Phil frowns, not knowing what to say, so he just continues comforting her until she gets tired. Then he brings Y/N to his room. “Go to sleep, okay? We’ll sort it out later.”

“Okay.” She whispers, flopping down to his bed and pulling the cover completely over her, wanting to hide from the world.

Shutting the lights, Phil leaves the room, closing the door behind him, before walking to what usually is Daisy and Y/N’s shared room. He knocks on the door, stepping inside once she hears a quiet come in from the inside.

Daisy is sitting on the bed, her cheeks red from crying. She tries to smile when she sees Phil coming in, but it doesn’t really look like one. “Hi.” Her voice is hoarse. “You heard?”

“Yeah.” Phil sits next to her.

“I feel awful. I didn’t mean to say it.”

“I know.”

“I just feel like we don’t understand each other.” She lets out a frustrated sigh. “I’m not incapable of taking care of myself.”

Patting Daisy’s leg, Phil looks at her. “Do you know why I adopted Y/N?” Daisy shakes her head, it wasn’t something she and Y/N talked about. “Her parents were SHIELD agents. One day, when Y/N was ten and had already gone through terrigenesis, they had a mission. Just the two of them, no backup. It was supposed to be easy, in and out.”

“What was the mission?”

“To find a cure for Y/N’s inhuman powers. It wasn’t a known thing back then, they thought it was..wrong and something to be cured.” He explains when Daisy grimaces. “They went into an abandoned HYDRA facility, except the intel was wrong. It was swarming with HYDRA agents. And because they had no backup, they were killed during that mission. I was the one to tell Y/N what happened. She blamed herself.”

“And she still does.” Daisy whispers, staring at her hands. “That’s why she’s so protective of the team.”

Phil nods. He watches Daisy wrap her head around the new information. “She doesn’t want anyone to die because she could’ve done more. Which is why she does the most on every single mission.”

“I should go talk to her.” Daisy stares at Y/N’s ring she’s holding and her own wedding ring on her finger. They got married for a reason. “Where is she?”

“In my room.”

“Okay, thank you, AC.” She stands up with a slight smile, ignoring the disapproving look Phil has on his face about the nickname.

Daisy knocks on the door, making herself known before stepping inside. The cover is moving up and down quietly, going with Y/N’s breathing. Sitting down behind her, Daisy sets her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, gently caressing it.

“Dad?” A muffled comes from under the covers.

“It’s me.”

Y/N stretches her neck back to see Daisy sitting there. She doesn’t look angry anymore, just sad. Y/N sits up on the bed, leaning her back against the backboard to put some space between the two.

“I brought your ring back.” Daisy sets the ring to the mattress. Y/N stays quiet. “Our marriage wasn’t a mistake. I’m sorry I said that, and I’m sorry I got angry at you. I was the one who didn’t understand.” Her voice is soft and she keeps eye contact with Y/N, wanting to show her she’s being genuine. “Coulson told me what happened with your parents,” this makes Y/N look away from her, “I shouldn’t have assumed the worst, but now I know.”

They stay quiet. Y/N is staring at the ring laying near her and Daisy is looking at her. Finally, Y/N picks up the ring and slides it back into her ring finger, where it belongs. “It’s okay.” She whispers with a small smile. “We still have a lot to learn, and I’ll try to be less overbearing.”

“Don’t.” Daisy moves to sit right next to Y/N so she can hold her hand. “You do the most during missions and that has saved our asses so many times. Don’t be anything less.”

Y/N leans her head on Daisy’s shoulder. “Okay.”

“I’m also sorry about your parents.”

Letting out a small hum, Y/N nods. Daisy stays quiet after that, noticing she doesn’t want to talk about them anymore. So, she lays her head on top of Y/N’s and puts on a movie, hoping tomorrow’ll be better.

[autism-swagger]

Guess who's sick again. Obviously the only solution is to project my immune system issues onto my favorite characters.

[reviiely]

Do I have enough fics to make a master list yet? Anyway, there’s a few updates for my big AOS fix it. Have fun.