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The bartender, a rather attractive dark skinned man with a kind smile, nodded before sliding her a drink. She had just taken her first sip before someone unceremoniously plopped down in the seat next to her, throwing an arm around her shoulder. “Hey! There you are!”

She tensed, turning to look at the stranger, expecting to find some person drunk out of their mind, but instead found herself looking into warm brown eyes that seemed surprisingly sober. It was a woman with short dark hair and slightly Asian features, dressed in a leather jacket, tight jeans, and boots.

She leaned in towards Jemma, offering an easy smile. Lowering her voice into something serious but keeping that cool expression on her face, she said, “Just go with it, there’s a guy back there that’s blackout drunk that’s been checking you out with this disgusting look on his face and you don’t seem like the kind of girl who enjoys dealing with pigs like that.”

Or

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It isn’t uncommon for Jemma to fall asleep before Daisy. There were too many late nights where Daisy’s demons haunt her mind and she can’t close her eyes because the darkness will be too much. The nights she insists they leave one of the lights on, and Jemma doesn’t complain because sometimes the darkness is too much for her too.

It’s on these nights that Daisy props herself up on an elbow and looks down at Jemma, tracing the freckles with her eyes, letting herself get lost in the constellations stretching across the smaller girl’s face, watching the light shift over them when Jemma moves, until eventually the demons leave her alone.

Daisy has told Jemma this before, has whispered about the stars that cover her face, how Daisy absolutely adores them, how they grant her some sort of equilibrium on those restless nights.

So Jemma never complains about Daisy’s captivation with her freckles, especially not when the inhuman uses her lips to trace a path over them, starting at her nose, going down her cheekbone, briefly brushing their lips together before continuing, peppering her neck and shoulders with kisses.

Once she finishes, she moves back up and finally looks into Jemma’s eyes, and there is such adoration and fascination there in those beautiful dark eyes that Jemma can’t help but let the words “I love you” spill from her lips.

Daisy smiles in response, one of those soft and vulnerable smiles that only appears when they’re alone, when Jemma reminds her of how much she’s cared for now.

After a moment Daisy lets her eyes drift back to the dots covering the bridge of Jemma’s nose and she reaches a finger out to trace over them with a touch so soft it almost tickles.

“You, Jemma Simmons, have galaxies written into your skin, and I could spend the rest of my life exploring them.”

They kiss, a gentle loving kiss that shares emotions between them that no words could do justice.

Jemma often wakes up before Daisy. Her body has its own alarm clock, set to wake her up an hour before dawn when she has to head to the lab. She’ll look over at the sleeping form next to her, listening to Daisy’s breathing for a minute before slipping out of bed to get ready.

It’s one of those mornings, and Jemma is up at five, before realizing that it was one of those rare days she had off. So she relaxed and looked at Daisy, squinting through the darkness, simply taking her in and thinking about how lucky she is to be able to wake up and see Daisy next to her in the mornings.

Part of my Daisy + her Shield family oneshot series, which are on ao3 here

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Daisy was in an empty room of the lighthouse, where she had managed to string a punching bag to the ceiling and was in the process of beating it senseless.

The ache in her arms was distracting her from the ache still lingering in her neck, and the buzzing that had returned throughout her entire body. She closed her eyes and swung blindly, trying not to look the rope burns on her arms. But closing her eyes only resulted in seeing Fitz, standing over her with a scalpel against the darkness of her eyelids.

"Daisy?"

She whirled around, not registering the voice and ready to tell them to leave her alone, but froze seeing May. "I didn't know you were back."

May raised an eyebrow. "What the hell happened while we were gone? Fitz is in a cell, Mack and Yo-Yo said they didn't even really know what happened and that I should talk to you or Simmons, but Simmons hasn't even come out of her room."

Daisy only growled out, "We got the rift closed." And proceeded her assault on the bag.

May quickly picked up on the rage in Daisy's brutal and violent hits, and the way her eyes were cold and harsh. But she also picked up on the way her lips were pressed tightly together as if to stop them from quivering, and the way her hands trembled as they pulled back. She moved forward and grabbed Daisy's wrist, stopping her from the throwing another blow. She examined the mark on her arm, then looked up at her again, prodding her to explain.

Daisy sighed, letting her arms fall to her sides before tilting her head so the bandage on her neck where the inhibitor should be was visible.

May frowned and reached a hand forward to gently brush some of Daisy's hair out of the way. She touched the edge of the bandage questioningly, watching the other girl's face for any signs of protest before carefully pulling the gauze back. She stared at the swollen skin around nasty deep cut, and May knew enough about wounds to know that this would definitely scar. The stitches were done carelessly, so she knew it definitely wasn't the work of Simmons.

Rather than ask the expected question of what had happened, she covered the cut again and asked, "You stitch yourself up?"

Daisy nodded. "Jemma wasn't in the right state of mind to do it. Not that I was either." She swallowed, then reached a hand out to quake the punching bag. The force pulled it from the ceiling and sent it flying to other side of the room.

"Thought you didn't want your powers back," May remarked, raising an eyebrow again, watching as Daisy's shoulders shook.

"I didn't. Though apparently what I want doesn't matter."

The marks on her arms, the cut on her neck, and Daisy's rage all clicked together in her mind. A sickening feeling settled in her stomach at the thought. The only part that didn't quite fit was...

"Fitz." Daisy almost spat his name out. "Programmed the robot to shoot at Mack, choke me unconscious, point a gun at Jemma and Deke. Strapped me to a table and was already cutting into me before he even realized what he was doing. He thought it had all been the Doctor, from the rift. He realized he had done everything and by some twisted logic decided that he might as well go along with it."

"And you're sure it was him?"

"Jemma called it some split personality disorder or something because of the framework. But it was definitely him." She walked over and fell against the wall, her body sagging and voice turning somber. "It was definitely him."

May followed, sliding down next to her. "Never would've thought Fitz to be capable of something like that."

"I didn't either, until I was screaming and begging him to stop and he ignored it." Daisy looked down at her hands, curling them together and making a small ball of energy there. "I guess this is how it happens, huh? How I become the Destroyer of Worlds."

"We can still stop that from happening, Daisy."

"Yeah..." She let her hands drop down into her lap, the energy dissipating. "I just can't stop thinking about it. What could've possibly driven me to a point of wanting to destroy the world? I know you, FitzSimmons, and Yo-Yo all survive, and I would like to think that as long as you guys are okay then I would be able to stay somewhat stable. But I guess after what Fitz did, even this family isn't set in stone."

"We don't even know if you do it on purpose. Or if it was actually you."

"Look at the facts, May."

"I'm looking at them right now. And that facts are," She grabbed Daisy's shoulder, making them face each other. "That you're a good person. No matter how much you try and convince yourself otherwise. You aren't Quake: Destroyer Of Worlds, you're Daisy Johnson, and Daisy, you would never purposefully destroy the world. That isn't who you are."

After a moment Daisy nodding, moving so she could rest her head on May's shoulder, who surprisingly didn't protest or tense. They shared a moment of peaceful silence before May spoke again.

"Just like the Doctor isn't who Fitz is. You know that, right? Fitz would never hurt you unless he believed it was the only way. He's dealt with too many things that messed with his mind. You know that, right?"

For a long while Daisy didn't answer. Eventually she said, "I know. That doesn't make it any less painful though."

Set post season 2 only Jemma wasn’t taken by the monolith.

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Bobbi shook Jemma and Fitz awake, pressing a finger to her lips once their eyes were open. A small smile spread over her face.

"Come on, we gotta finish setting up. Quickly, before Daisy wakes up. Get dressed, grab your presents, and meet in the lounge."

The pair rubbed the sleep from their eyes, but soon their faces lit up in excitement and they rushed to get ready.

In the lounge, the rest of the team was blowing up balloons, setting a table up with food, setting up an alcohol station (Hunter insisted that every decent party had an alcohol station), and pushing couches and chairs together for them to lounge on. The furniture formed a circle with a table in the middle that was piled with gifts.

Once everything was ready, Hunter asked, "So what's the plan? Cause I don't think jumping out of darkness and screaming 'surprise' is a smart thing to do to an agent with powers."

Coulson shrugged. "Just leave the lights on. When she walks in we can say surprise."

"You left a note by her bed for her to see right?" Mack questioned.

Fitz suddenly sprang up from his chair, holding up the tablet with the security feeds. "She's coming!"

Everyone quieted down, watching the door in anticipation. After a moment, Daisy walked in. Sleep was still evident in her eyes and her hair was a mess as she held up the note.

But she stopped short at the doorway, eyes widening as the team yelled, "Surprise!" And Hunter exploded some party poppers, sending a spray of confetti into the air.

They swarmed her in hugs before she even had time to process what was going. Once the hugs were done, Jemma grabbed her arm and pulled her further into the room. "It's July second! Meaning it's the first year you get to celebrate your birthday on the actual date! So we wanted to make it special!"

A huge grin spread over Daisy's face as Fitz shoved a plate into her arm. Everyone began stacking food onto their plates and then piled onto the couches and chairs. As she sat down on the edge, next to Jemma with May in a chair to her left, Daisy eyed the wrapped gifts in the center.

She pointed to them. "Those are all for me?"

Coulson nodded in confirmation.

"Jesus," the Inhuman breathed. "When did you guys have time for this? Don't you work? And how did you hide it all from me?"

Chuckles echoed throughout the room as Bobbi said, "We're secret government agents. We know how hide something."

"And remember the old board games we used to play on the Bus? We have them, if you're up for losing." Fitz gestured at the stack of games on the floor.

"Yeah just cause it's your birthday don't expect us to go easy on you, love." Hunter grinned.

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it. I would be disappointed if you didn't put up at least some sort of fight before your inevitable demise." Daisy rubbed her hands together. "So what're we playing?"

"I don't know, what do you want? There's scrabble!" Jemma held up the box, to which Daisy immediately shook her head at.

"Nooo, you always come up with words that don't exist in the English language!"

"You mean the queen's English."

"Hear, hear." Hunter raised his beer bottle towards her.

Daisy rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the amused smile on her face. "Whatever, we're still not playing scrabble. Pull out Monopoly, I'm a frickin' genius at that game."

"Oh, better get comfortable, we're gonna be here all day," Coulson laughed, squirming in his seat.

Daisy's head snapped up to look at him as a thought occurred to her. "Wait! Do we have the whole day? Like, no missions or anything? For all of us? Cause I cant remember a time when everyone had a free day on the same day."

The others grinned, smug at having pulled it off. "Yep." Bobbi popped the p for good measure. "Coulson had to fix some scheduling and things, but all of us got the day off."

"As long as there's no emergencies," Mack murmured.

"Shh! Don't jinx it!" Fitz exclaimed.

Another wide smile spread across Daisy's face. "Okay then, I guess we are playing Monopoly."

Little fic set in 3A, inspired by @aosficnet2 ‘s weekly dialogue prompt, “I’m saying this because I care about you.” Short, sweet, and fluffy, so enjoy!

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Daisy jumped at a hand on her shoulder, blinking rapidly to clear her bleary eyes that had been staring unfocused at a computer screen for too long. She spun the chair around and found Mack standing there, an eyebrow raised.

“You said you were gonna go to sleep soon.”

“And I will!”

“That was four hours ago.”

Daisy frowned, looking at her phone and seeing that it was already three in the morning. “Oh.”

“Go to sleep Tremors. You can’t help anybody like this.”

“Okay, you’re right, but just give me like five more minutes.”

“Daisy.”

“But I almost found the location of this Inhuman!”

“And you can finish tracking them tomorrow, and we’ll go after them tomorrow.”

“They could be in Africa tomorrow!”

“You have to stop working yourself into the ground. I get you’re trying to look out for all the Inhumans, but you’ve gotta look after yourself first. I’m saying this because I care about you, Tremors, and I’m not the only one.”

Daisy looked at him for moment before sighing and closing her laptop. “Fine.” She hauled herself to her feet bumping her shoulder against Mack. “Fluffy teddy bear,” she teased.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He rolled his eyes, walking her towards her room. “Get some rest, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mhm,” Daisy mumbled back, just now realizing how long it’d been since she slept. Exhaustion was beginning to kick in, and suddenly her bed seemed much more appealing. “G’night Mack.”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jemma Simmons/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Melinda May, Phil Coulson, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie Additional Tags: skimmons - Freeform, AU, Angst, Lots of Angst, lil bit of fluff, fluff if you squint, Daisy POV, no happy ending, sorry - Freeform, How Do I Tag, Hayley Kiyoko - Freeform, sleepover Summary: