#daisymack

word count: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol consumption, a lil making out but nothing heavy

requested? nope

ship: R x daisy johnson

bitchhhhh… you have no idea how excited i am for yall to read this. its my first x reader, and we all know im in love with daisy so it seemed appropriate. will def be doing more of these in the future, either with AoS or other fandoms. this was written in celebration of me cutting my own bangs last week and succeeding.

p.s. i love this gif

Daisy stared across the common area at you, beer in hand and highlighted locks falling into her face. She ignored Mack staring at her.

“Something on your mind, Tremors?”

More like someone. You were dazzling, dressed simply in a pair of leggings and a soft lavender sweatshirt. She should know, it was hers before you stole it out of her closet. It had been almost a year since she'd seen you, and with the whole Sarge/Coulson thing she hadn’t had much of a chance to catch up. You were standing, leaning against the back of a worn couch and talking to Piper and Davis. Daisy’s eyes lingered on your lips as you slowly took a sip of your beverage of choice. Probably wine, Daisy thought, judging by the cute flush in your cheeks and your relaxed posture. You and Daisy used to have wine nights all the time…

Tonight was supposed to be happy. Daisy didn’t want to think about the sad crap that happened two years ago. Not the dystopian Lighthouse and their return to the present, not Ghostrider’s ominous warning, not Coulson and alternate timelines. It was giving her a headache.

She shifted her attention to you. You and Piper stifled laughs as the short-haired woman ruffled Davis’s hair and pulled his hat over his eyes, his head leaning back against and mouth open in a snore. You seemed to glow as you tilted your head back towards the light. Daisy guessed a promotion could do that to you. She had heard from Mack when they got back, it was part of the reason she hadn’t had much time with you. You were always either training the new agents or flying a quinjet with May. Daisy had never doubted that you would become a high-level agent, your piloting skills and aim with a rifle practically guaranteed it. She smiled a bit, taking stock of all the changes a year could make.

You drew every eye at the party with your loud, songlike laugh and warm smile. You commanded every agent’s respect while on missions, the new recruits looking up to you. You gave a helping hand to anyone that needed it, earning you a friendship with everyone on base. That part hadn’t changed.

You had a new scar peeking out of the top of your sweatshirt, trailing along your collarbone and disappearing over your shoulder. She would have to ask about that one. She’d missed trading scar stories with you while in space. You seemed to hold yourself straighter, giving you the appearance of growing a couple inches. Your hair was darker, she supposed you had stopped highlighting it. It looked good, it complimented your eyes. One other thing was different about your hair…

You had cut a wispy fringe around your face, accenting your cheekbones and creating soft layers that cascaded down past your jaw. Daisy never thought bangs would be on the list of things she found attractive, but, here she was, shamelessly studying your every move.

Mack drew Daisy from her thoughts with a chuckle and clinked his beer bottle with hers, muttering something that sounded like, “Fools in love...”

Daisy blushed, taking a deep breath to calm her heartbeat. “I’m going to go talk to her,” She stated simply, making a beeline to you as you went to refill your cup.

This was the first time you hadn’t been facing slightly away from Daisy all night, and she could see your face more clearly now. You looked a bit tired, but still as radiant as always. Daisy grabbed another beer and knocked your shoulder with her own.

“It's been awhile, Y/L/N.”

You turned to face her. “So it has,” You grinned.

Daisy’s eyes flicked to your hair, the fringe that fell over your eyebrows and framed your face. Her eyebrows rose, returning your grin. She had seen the bangs before, but they looked even better up close. Damn, she thought, just when she thought you couldn't look any more beautiful.

“That’s new.”

“So it is.”

“Did you cut it yourself?”

You nodded, explaining, “Just after you left, actually.”

Daisy bit the inside of her lip. You both had the tendency to change your hair when under immense stress. “It suits you.”

You stared into the tall girl’s chocolate eyes for a moment before reaching up and twisting a lock of violent indigo-purple around your finger. You could hear her breath hitch.

“This is new, too. Very haute couture. I don't suppose you were featured on the cover of Intergalactic Vogue?”

Daisy giggled a bit at your joke. It wasn’t really that funny, but the two of you went stupid around each other. “No, I wasn’t. This very attractive face was featured on the cover of several issues of Milky Way Wanted Weekly, though.”

You nodded, throwing your head back a bit and laughing freely. You could picture it now, Daisy and the rest of the Fitz Retrieval Squad’s faces plastered onto the side of a grubby bar on some planet a lightyear away...she was lucky she was so powerful. No one would dare turn in Quake, the Interplanetary Outlaw, even if they recognised her from the posters. You couldn't fathom how someone wouldn’t recognise her, you definitely would not forget that face.

You scanned the room over Daisy's shoulder. Everyone was so calm, relaxed. It was bizarre. What was even more bizarre was that everyone was here together. No one was off selling stolen SHIELD tech or zooming around the galaxy or chasing anomalies. Well, except Jemma, but you didn’t blame her for her absence.

“This is nice,” You commented. Daisy agreed, bobbing her head up and down. It was then that you realized you were still playing with her hair. You quickly dropped your hand, letting the vibrant lock fall back onto her leather jacket. You stared at your boots to compose yourself.

“We haven’t had much time just to ourselves since I got back,” Daisy observed.

You looked around the room, smiling softly at the laughing faces around you. You had an idea. “Well,” You began, “No one is asking us to go off anywhere right now…”

Daisy nodded, catching on. “Very true...It’s a shame that we don’t have an excuse to leave...It's a bit too loud in here to talk, but I wouldn’t want to ditch a perfectly good party.”

You smirked, looking down at your fingers as they lightly brushed the tanned skin of Daisy’s wrist. “Exactly what I was thinking, Dais.” You paused for a moment, innocently stepping closer to her. “Do you want to go for a walk? It’s kind of stuffy in here.”

You looked up, heart beat speeding at the mischievous grin on Daisy’s face. You knew that grin.

“It is, isn’t it? A bit too crowded for me…” Daisy began backing away towards the door, hoping you would give chase. You did, and the two of you slipped out quietly.

Mack shook his head. Even a year apart couldn’t change things between his favourite couple.

After wandering the Lighthouse for a while, you led Daisy to the middle of a hallway on an unused floor. She was thoroughly confused until you began tapping lightly at the concrete, listening for something.

Knock, knock, knock…

A new, hollower sound echoed as you smirked. You pried open the invisible panel and keyed in a code. Daisy could feel the wall shifting before a hiss reminiscent of air brakes signalled that a door had been unlocked. You pushed hard on the wall, it gave way.

“Ya coming, Dais?” You beckoned, opening your arms to the passage and walking in, facing her.

She shook her head at your antics, quickly moving to follow. Dim fluorescent lighting lit the passage as the hidden doorway closed behind you. The four walls seemed to be made entirely of concrete, cracks and moss growing in the corners. For a few minutes, the two of you walked quietly, the hum of the lights and two pairs of footsteps echoing around you. Daisy felt her palms start to sweat. May may have taught her how to control her nerves, but controlling her nerves around you was damn near impossible.

You were just as bad, honestly. You were fidgety, hands tapping a dance on your thigh as you walked. You reached out to grab Daisy’s hand. The slight blush on her cheeks made you feel less self-conscious about feeling awkward. It was normal to be a bit shaky after not seeing your girlfriend for over a year, right?

To be fair, there wasn’t anything normal about your situation. You had gotten together just before Coulson died. You and Daisy had grieved together, the loss hitting her like a runaway train. Eventually, when it came time to go find Fitz, she was the first to volunteer. You didn’t have the skills to qualify for such a high-risk mission, so you stayed. Director Mack didn’t think that a highly skilled gun woman would be much help against aliens and since Davis had already volunteered as pilot, there weren’t any open spots. Daisy was partially relieved that you didn't fight to go, it made leaving you behind a bit easier. Knowing you would be (relatively) safe at home with Mack and May was what got her through those first few rocky months.

You squeezed your girlfriend’s hand, alerting her that you were at the end of the tunnel. A steep metal staircase rose up past the ceiling, a large door punctuating the almost vertical corridor. She was extremely curious about what might wait above the two of you, though she had an inkling based on the deep, undulating rumble that was coming her right. You brushed your bangs out of your eyes before nodding to the ladder.

“Follow me.”

Daisy would follow you anywhere.

She waited until you were a few feet above her head before grasping the chilled rungs and beginning to climb. She watched as you turned a lock, opening the heavy metal slab to allow fresh night air into the small chute. The rumble became louder, no longer muffled by the concrete surrounding Daisy. She poked her head out as you took a few steps away from the door, sand and pebbles squishing under your feet. Daisy stepped up onto the top step and ducked through the door, which was set into the bottom of a nearly vertical cliff facing Lake Ontario. She quickly took in the surroundings, doing a double-take every couple seconds. It was beautiful.

A dense forest of coniferous trees towered high above your heads, the stars blanketing the sky like tiny, far-away windows to a universe of light. Large boulders sat to either side of the door, you were already crawling over them and taking your boots off as you went. The door closed behind Daisy with a soft clang, looking over her shoulder she discovered that it was very effectively hidden with moss and dirt and plant roots.

She looked out over the water, the slow waves and glassy surface helping her ground herself. It felt like old times, before they had lost Coulson and after everyone had calmed down from their field trip to 2091. Jemma and Fitz were newlyweds and everyone was finding some calm. She recalled the times she had snuck out with you to go into town and steal liquor from the ABC store, drinking it and talking all night at the top of the tall white tower that served as the namesake of the SHIELD base.

She wandered over the rocks to you, watching for slippery patches. She took her leather jacket off and lay it down on the rock, providing a slight cushion. She leaned back on her elbows and looked up at the sky.

You were breathing deeply next to her, your eyes focused on the moon and water. You chanced a glance over at her, marveling at the way the stars reflected clearly off of her dark irises, creating two microcosms in her eyes. Daisy’s mask was down, her usually guarded features relaxed and neutral. Crickets played a symphony for you to enjoy, the occasional hoot of an owl or plop of a frog jumping into the water adding a sort of percussion to the insect’s strings.

“You know,” Daisy began quietly, “When I was in space, I got so sick of seeing the stars. They weren’t familiar, and they were everywhere, all the time. There was no moon or sun or way to keep track of time without a clock. Sometimes I would avoid the cockpit just so that I didn’t have to see space.”

You laid down beside her, turning your head to face her. “I understand that. Sometimes I walk through the halls of the Lighthouse, so tired of the concrete and metal that it makes me nauseous.”

Daisy and you chorused a light laugh, turning back to face the stars. You reached over to where her hand lay on the rock, intertwining your fingers. Her hands were warm and calloused from years of fighting. You didn’t think of time at all, preferring to lay there with Daisy in the moment.

A slight breeze picked up off the water, ruffling your bangs. They tickled your eyes.

You sat up quickly and shook her head, ruffling them out of your face. Daisy didn’t let go of your hand. “Bangs bothering you, babe?”

You shook your head, ruffling them some more. “I know I look amazing with them, but honestly, they are so annoying sometimes.”

Daisy turned to face you properly, reaching her free hand up and lightly brushing the short hairs towards your temples. You shivered as her fingers brushed your forehead.

“Daisy?” You hummed.

She responded with a deep stare, licking her lips. Your eyes flickered down and the edges of her pout quirked up into a smirk.

“You haven’t kissed me yet.”

She leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours. Your pulse sped up, pumping you with a burst of adrenaline. Your hand shook slightly as you laid it on her thigh.

“I did. When we first got back, you were out on a mission, flying. I was waiting for you in the garage, remember?”

You shook your head, letting out a sharp puff of air and smiling. You continued, “Not what I meant, Dais. That was a peck, we were both in a hurry. I barely had time to look at you, let alone get a proper kiss.”

Daisy’s eyes wandered over your face, moving her mouth closer to your ear. She whispered huskily, “A proper kiss?”

You fought not to grab her face and smash your lips onto hers as she brushed her lips feather-light across your cheekbone. “Like that?” She breathed. You shook your head minutely.

“No.”

Daisy moved her lips to your jaw, pressing chaste kisses from one side to the other. She repeated her question, “Like this?”

You smiled, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved Daisy’s teasing. You ran a hand up and down her arm, swirling patterns over her tricep.

“Not exactly.”

Daisy’s eyebrows furrowed in mock confusion, leaning in. Finally. Your eyes fluttered shut, taking a slow inhale through your nose. At the last second, Daisy veered a centimeter to the right, her lips finding the corner of your mouth. She pulled away, both of you breathless.

“Like that?” She grinned.

You eyed her up and down, one eyebrow raised. No, like this, you thought as you slid the hand on her arm up to her neck and pulled the other one from her grasp to thread through her hair. You leaned forward, almost onto your knees as your lips collided with Daisy's.

Your slightly chapped lips felt like heaven against Daisy’s soft lips, and apparently she agreed, as she quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you into her lap, your chest pressing against hers. You stroked her jaw and broke the kiss, moving your lips down her neck. You gently nipped at the skin of her collarbone, making Daisy yelp quietly before you silenced her with another searing kiss. She reached a hand up to the back of your head, her pointer finger resting at the base of your skull and her thumb rubbing small circles into the sensitive spot behind your ear.

You hummed as Daisy sprinkled wet kisses across your throat, dipping her head to kiss the scar you acquired on a mission gone awry. Daisy raised her head up again, resting her forehead against yours. You were grinning like an idiot.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, where’d you get that scar?”

You spent the rest of the night trading stories from the year past, releasing all the tension from not seeing each other for a year. There were many kisses, whispers of “I love you” and “I’m glad you’re back”, and loud laughs that reverberated off the rocks and water, into the starry sky.

TOP 10 DAISY JOHNSON RELATIONSHIPS (as voted by our followers) #4. Daisy x Alphonso Mackenzie

Sousa: Um... I don’t have any intentions.

Mack: Wooooooow are you joking? You better be joking because if you honestly don’t think Daisy “Quake” Johnson is an adorable little muffin then I’ll push you out of this jet.

Sousa: Quake?

Mack: Yeah that’s what they call her.

Sousa: I’m sorry but that sounds so stupid. “Quake”

The way Mack trusts her so implicitly to get the job done when she deadass says she’s going to infiltrate a based filled with thousands of Chronicoms ALONE.

The way Mack called Sousa from running off half-cocked to save his boo cuz Mack knew she didn’t need saving and they had a job to do.

The way Mack was so afraid at the idea of Daisy potentially sacrificing herself to stop Nathaniel but he still trusted her to do what needed to be done and left her down there without trying to interfere.

The kind way Mack treated Kora even after all her fuckshit because that’s Daisy’s sister.

The way Daisy looks at Mack each time before she runs off to do her duty.

The way Daisy asks after Mack’s new digs, one year on, wanting to keep up with his life.

The way Mack insisted that the family not completely lose touch after all they went through while looking at Daisy with meaning in his eyes because he knows that’s her greatest fear.