#ask daisy

girl me too… here's a little drabble for you <3 

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There’s something about James’ hands. Well, actually, a lot of things. You’ve spent hours in your head, cataloging all of the things about him that make you dizzy, make your breath catch, and the one you keep coming back to is his hands.

They’re bigger than yours. You remember the first time he held your hand in his, gathered your palm against his own. His skin was rough and callused from years of riding a broom, but it felt like velvet against yours and made your blood surge. You’ve pressed your hand against his before, watched the way your fingers fail to reach the length of his. James always gives you the softest, sweetest look when you do that. 

You like kissing his knuckles. The wrinkled skin is rough against your lips, and James sighs like you’re soothing him. You give care and attention to each one, especially when his hands are sore after a rough practice. You’ve perfected hand massages, your thumbs digging into the perfect places to make him groan and sigh and bite his lip. 

You’ve memorized every scar, and you know every story, even the ones he got before you. You know about one prank gone wrong that resulted in a burn across the back of his left hand, leaving the skin there just the faintest bit lighter than the skin around it. You also know about a journey through the Forbidden Forest that resulted in the jagged, white line across his middle and fourth fingers on his left hand. You tuck each detail away, every piece of him having a special place in your heart. 

You also know what his fingers feel like inside you. When the pads of his fingers press against that squishy, wonderful spot deep within, his thumb tracing quick circles over your clit. You never knew someone could make you feel so good with just their fingers until you met James. He whispers quiet, filthy words in your ears as he pumps his fingers in and out, and he curls them just enough to have you squirming. You daydream about the way they feel in your mouth, pressed against your tongue. 

You love the way his fingers feel when they’re curled around your neck while he’s fucking you, or gripping your jaw when he’s got his bicep around your throat. And, you love the way they feel when he brushes your hair away from your face or traces a soft line over your cheek in the afterglow. 

You love all of him, of course. But… there’s something about his hands. 

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But of course!

Our lovely Diamond of the Season, Daisy!

i've been trying to think about it, and the best i could come up with was SuperPhantom

i'd love to know what you think would be a good shipname for them

“Our little girl grows more confident by the day, she is definitely going to go far, and we'll support her either way.”

“I mean… she even mixes her own music!”

“Are you kidding?! Of course my favorite sister is going to be a singer! She’s going to be one of the BEST singers!!” [wraps an arm around Daisy and ruffles her hair till Daisy starts to giggle]

“You better believe it, or I’ll send my family after you!”

Hmmm... that’s a hard one. Shield has been my life for so long it’s hard to even imagine.

Well, if I hadn’t ever met Coulson or May, I really don’t know. Probably still with The rising Tide, or maybe I would’ve eventually gone to college. I might’ve ended up with Miles.

If I still had the team in my life but just without shield, and if we’re going for realism here, I’d say probably computer science (of course). For sure May and Coulson would want me to do that; stable job and all. And I’m also really good at it so it just is the path that works.

If we don’t follow realism, I’d want to write songs. I used to really like singing when I was younger, but I never really was allowed to. Too annoying, you know. I haven’t sung a note in, god, like ten years? Also, police work has also always attracted to me. I used to love shows like Forensic Files because of the mystery involved. It was a puzzle to solve.

I guess if I really thought about it, I’d tell you social worker. Working with kids in need. When I was younger I had some of the worst social workers that dragged me from crappy foster home to abusive foster home and only worked for the money. I started promising myself that I would never treat a child (or an adult) like that when I grew up. Mind you, when you’re on the run at 16 it’s hard to even apply to be a social worker. I do something kinda similar right now, I’m usually head of welcome wagons for young in humans that are on the street because their parents thought they were freaks and kicked them out. So it worked out (: