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[msjemmxswift]

“We’re going home, Agent Johnson.”

⤷ DOUSY WEEK: day 3. | home.

[earnmysong]

livin’ in winter

i am your summer

{...let me keep you company}

[for @dousyweek day 4: warmth] 

[dousyweek]

One week reminder that Dousy Week starts on November 22! Yay!

[disruptedvice]

Points for Creativity

day 7: free day (also on ao3)

"It's a time honored tradition," Daisy said with what was probably supposed to be some degree of authority, but the yawn that immediately followed ruined the effect.

Her neck was stiff from the odd, cramped angle, but it was totally worth it. Good nap.

A sleepy smile curled at her lips, and she made no move to get out of her hidey hole.

Daniel gave her a deeply unimpressed look, though his eyes were sparkling with humor. "No, go on, tell me about this tradition of sleeping in bulkheads. I'm all ears."

If that was gonna be her excuse for why he found her curled up in some random nook, then she'd better commit to it.

All things considered, it was a pretty good hiding place. Low to the ground, some unassuming support beams covering it from most vantage points, just an odd space that only existed because the walls were weird back here.

He was actually impressed she found it and discovered that it was technically human sized.

Daniel knew what she was doing here- they both knew that- but he wanted to hear the explanation she came up with anyway.

“So. Back when the team first formed, our base of commands was the Bus- may she rest in peace,” Daisy pressed two fingers to her lips in a kiss, saluting upward to where good planes go when they get blown up. “And don’t get me wrong, living in a kickass jet was a huge step up from living in my van, but we didn’t have quarters, really. We had bunks that were pretty much a hole in the wall with a partition- decent sized holes, but still. It was cozy.”

It was at this point that Daisy considered trying to get out. Problem was, she had really crammed herself in this spot- the only way to get out was to put her hand on the floor and basically fall out, but she knew Daniel would judge her so hard for that. He had a look, okay? Where he raised his eyebrows and looked all innocent like ‘Who? Me?’ when he was absolutely laughing it up inside when she did something that one could argue proved his point.

So no, she was staying in her nook and not strategically falling out of it until he was gone, because she was stubborn like that.

“We all got so used to it that the few times we were staying overnight in like, an actual building, we could never fall asleep in a normal sized room. So we’d go find some crook or cranny to hole up for the night when that happened. The more ridiculous the place, the more points you got for creativity when whoever was tasked to wake you up finds you.”

Daniel nodded, lips pursed and not quite smiling in that I’m totally calling you out on your shit without calling you out on your shit sort of way. “See, I think you found somewhere to hide and nap because no one can ask you to do anything if they can’t find you.”

Daisy grinned. “You’ll never be able to prove it.”

[giorgiaink]

Dousy week, day 2: Astro Ambassadors or Alternate Universe.

[shes-an-oddbird]

Time or Quake

Daniel tries to determine what are normal behaviors of this time versus what are Daisy's own unique odd habits. 

Dousy Week - Day 6 Prompts - Time & Quake

Daniel Sousa was in fact fazed by everything but to be fair he thought he was handling the transition to the 21st century as well as could be expected. Better even to some extent. It helps greatly that Daisy is more than happy to teach him all about it, especially if it involved laughing at him along the way. At some point, after he begins to recognize habits and behaviors that are considered normal for the time, he starts to notice odd things about Daisy herself. He doesn’t worry over most of them but sometimes he finds himself unable to not ask if it’s a time-thing or a Daisy-thing.

He has to have a cell phone and he has to know how to use it. This Daisy insists upon. In case of an emergency she wants to be able to reach him and wants him to be able to reach her or another member of the team. It will also help him blend in. Teaching him to use it actually hadn’t been that difficult. He likes to think that he picked up on the tech quickly enough. It was the smaller irrelevant things that confused him.

“Apps?”

“They’re mostly time wasters.”

Not his favorite. He didn’t care much for wasting his own time.

Books though? A library’s worth in his phone? Fantastic. He’ll admit he still likes the feel of old paperback books best, but the convenience was unbeatable.

On that same note, he also still preferred talking to people on the phone versus the short exchanges of text messages. The endless abbreviations, the lack of replies, the incessant beeping from group messages. He didn’t mind so much the ones from Daisy. They usually consisted of checking up on him when they were apart, links to articles she thought he might like and reminders. Specifically, those reminders were for him to remind her to show him some movie or book or tv show. Those were his favorite.

But it was at the end of many of her messages that he first noticed something odd and unique to her texts and one day he finally asks her about it.

“Daisy?”

“Hmm?”

“Why is this at the end of so many of your messages?”

“Why is what?” She leans over his shoulder and he points to the odd little colon and parentheses at the end of her most recent message. He hears her try to stifle a laugh and looks up at her. She’s grinning down at him, her shoulders shaking gently.

“What?”

“Okay, here,” she takes the phone and turns it in his hand so that it sideways. He thinks maybe the screen will rotate like it does when she shows him pictures, but it doesn’t. “Do you see it now?”

He does not.

“What am I supposed to be seeing?”

She doesn’t answer just continues to smile at him. He looks back at the screen and then back at her until it hits him. “It looks like a smile.”

“There you go.”

“But why?”

“Because I was smiling when I wrote the message and honestly you’re not ready for emojis.”

“Emojis?”

She taps a button on the screen and up pops hundreds of yellow circles with faces on them. Most of them are smiling but some he supposes looks angry or sad or even confused. “You’re right, I’m not ready.”

He mentally marks the symbol down as a time related oddity, even if its already a dated one.

He notices one day while holding her hand that she has her shirt sleeve tugged down over her palm. He writes it off as her hands being cold and doesn’t think much of it until it until it happens again on a warmer day. Out of curiosity he tugs her hand up to look at it and notices her shirt is actually made with a little hole to slide her thumb through.

“What’s up?” Daisy asks. He does this often, stopping dead in his tracks to inspect something that is new or unusual.

“Why, is this like a fashionable thing?” It must be if they make the shirts that way.

“I wouldn’t say that necessarily, I think it’s just comfortable for some people.”

“People with perpetually cold hands?”

“Maybe, among other reasons,” she looks down at the hand he doesn’t have grasped in his own, “I like how familiar it feels, it reminds me of my gauntlets.”

Well that made a lot of sense. Her gauntlets protected her arms so there was a level of safety and comfort in having her palms covered.

So not just a Daisy thing but with a very Daisy specific reason.

Daniel hears a frustrated shout from the other room and its not the first one. For at least the last half hour it sounded like Daisy was arguing with someone but as best he can tell its only a one-sided conversation. When he hears a loud thump he decides he better check on her. He pokes his head into their room just as she mutters another irritated sentence. “Why are you so useless?”

He knocks on the door frame.

“Hmm?” She answers without moving her eyes off the screen.

“Were you just talking to the computer?”

“Yes.”

“Are you on one of those video calls?”

“What?” Daisy finally looks up at him. “Oh no, I was, it was just being uncooperative.”

It? The computer? “So you yelled at it?”

“Yes.”

“It’s an inanimate object.”

“So?” She asks.

He almost doesn’t ask. “Does it understand you?”

The next thing he knows is a pillow is being hurled in his direction. “Don’t tease me, the damn thing is pissing me off, I’m supposed to have this done for Mack by the end of the day.”

He holds his hands up in defense. “I promise that was a genuine question.”

She sighs heavily and falls back against the remaining pillows on the bed. “No, it does not understand me, god help me if it does, I’ve called it some pretty awful things.”

“I heard.”

She sits up and looks at him as though something has just occurred to her. “Wait, have you never yelled at an inanimate object before?”

“Yelled at? Yes, but I’ve never had a whole conversation with one.”

He marks this one down as a normal behavior of the time and dodges another pillow that comes his way.

He thinks her most unusual habit may be the odd places she sits.

She sits on the floor a lot. Which he doesn’t think is all that odd, it’s just not something he’d voluntarily do himself. But sometimes he returns to their tiny, shared apartment and finds her comfortably situated anywhere but in a chair. She sits on the back of the couch, on the counter in the kitchen, on the stepstool she used to reach things.

When they’re on base she sits on desks or on crates and on the rare occasion he finds her in a chair its almost always sideways or backwards or with her legs and feet pulled up underneath her.

“Do you have something against chairs?” He asks when he finds her sitting on a crate instead of doing inventory on the zephyr.

She looks at him funny. “No, why?”

“You just never seem to use them?” He gestures to the boxes beneath her.

“I didn’t even realize.” She replied honestly. “Maybe its a subconscious rebellion, the nuns tried to instill us with good posture or maybe just habit, I didn’t exactly have proper seating in my van.” She pauses. “Is it weird? Now that you bring it up, I feel kind of like a child.”

“I don’t know if it’s weird,” he laughs and steps up to her, wrapping his arms around her waist as she drapes hers over his shoulders, “you’re the one who’s supposed to be teaching me what’s normal.”

She considers this. “Unclear.” She tells him.

Unclear.

There is one thing that he knows is distinctly Daisy even from the very first time it happens.

She’s been gone for nearly two weeks. Sent with Elena’s team on a mission involving a whole family of inhumans who were being threatened. Definitely their area of expertise. He spent a much quieter week at the academy, assisting Coulson as he prepared to take on a semester of SHIELD history classes. The pair had joined May for lunch when the text messages started coming in.

We’ve landed!!!!

Are you still at the academy?? I’ll meet you there

Where are you both the classrooms are empty

He considers calling her but she’s taken to answering the phone in mocking tones when he does that instead of just writing back to her. Stopped for lunch, we’re on our way back to May’s classroom

:) :) :)

He rolls his eyes and stuffs the phone back in his pocket. They’re only just around the corner from the classroom. May has a lecture in a few minutes and the halls are filled with cadets moving around in a rush to get to where they need to be.

“Finally!” Daisy jumps up from her spot of the floor and starts to sprint towards them, dodging the students who didn’t get out of the way fast enough. She slams into him and they stumble backwards a couple of steps.

“Hey I missed y – “

She cuts him off, dragging his lips down to meet hers. He knows she’s had a long couple of weeks so he tries to pour as much love and comfort into the kiss as possible, pulling her as close to him as he can.

A shudder runs through them and they break apart. Daisy looks up at him wide eyed and cheeks reddening. People have stopped and are staring at them startled and he realizes that it wasn’t a shudder than separated them but a quake.

“I’m sorry, I just really missed you too.”

A Daisy thing. Definitely a Daisy thing.

[feriferfer]

tears on Medusa

Ok, so This was supposed to be part of my ongoing series, then I realized the timeline didn’t add up, but I fell in love with the concept of purple waves and so I couldn’t bring myself to scrap this - and lord knows I don’t have the time to re-write anything these days. So I’m posting this here, an AU of an ongoing series, which really, is just a bunch of one-shots set post-season 7. 

Day 5: Waves

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The waves were purple. A soft lavender color which gained and lost intensity as the suns continued to orbit the planet. 

The air was cool and refreshing, and the evening suns made the entire beach look almost enchanted. 

Her dress was a soft cream color, loose and tunic like which fell down to her ankles. Her feet were bare and enjoying the soft feeling of the almost white sand. 

He was dressed in a pristine three piece suit which she couldn't help but grin at. 

Fury stood looking as portentous as ever, sunglasses in place, lips tightly closed, yet she could tell he was hiding back an amused grin. 

Coulson stood next to him, a surprise if there ever was one. He stood tall, proud and with tears in his eyes which were quick to be mirrored on her own face. 

The rest of their friends' faces surrounded them, blurry and bit slow, but they had refused to hold the ceremony inside the framework. 

"We've already been fake-married at least three times, if we're doing this right, we're doing it on a live planet." Daisy stated, eyes still focused on the computer screen in front of her. 

"Preferably Earth." Sousa was quick to pitch in, his own face scrunched up in concentration. 

She could see Jemma trying to control an agitated Alya, Mack trying to not cry as Yo-yo openly sobbed. 

May- May looked as overwhelmed as Daisy had ever seen the woman. Her SO's eyes continuously darting between Coulson and herself. 

In the end, it was May's subtle wink which broke Daisy's reserve, and the few tears she had been shedding, promptly turned into full sobs. 

The ocean turned a bright violet color as she arrived to stand next to Daniel, both chuckling as they came to realize both had red-rimmed eyes and unshameful tears rolling down both their faces. 

"Why are we crying? We promised we wouldn't." 

"Well, we are known to be a little idiotic at times."

She chuckled, sniffing back her tears. "It's our wedding day, don't make me slap you." 

"Technically this would be our fourth wedding." 

His eyes crinkled, his lips giving a half grin which never failed to make a puddle out of Daisy. 

He thought himself the joker, yet she appreciated his attempt at both humor and diversion. She could feel her nerves dwindling down, her emotions finding a steady rhythm as her mind focused on his chuckle, his eyes, his smile. 

"I think the one in Junt was not a wedding ceremony." She supplied, their joint chuckles being interrupted by Fury's scoff. 

Both agents turned to the legend, their faces still red and puffy, yet exuberant. 

"Guys, we can only hold the signal for so very long. We are transmitting this signal from over two galaxies away, you know?" 

"Where exactly are you, anyway? The ocean looks gorgeous." Jemma complemented her husband's interlude. 

"It's actually a really funny story-"

"And I bet it's also sickeningly sweet, but we are on a schedule here, people. Not to mention Coulson here won't last much longer before morphing into some inconsolable baby.  So please, can we get on with marrying you two?" 

Daisy laughed, Daniel nodded and gave a very inciting blush. 

As Fury commenced the ceremony, tone firm and yet somehow endearing all at once, Daisy's feet felt the soft brush of the soft, purple waves. 

She looked over at Daniel, who in turn had his eyes firmly planted on her own face. They traded secret smiles and secret glances, unspoken 'I loved yous' filling the atmosphere. 

The beach on Medusa was exquisite, and she would always feel indebted to her sister for having found the location, because Kora had been right, it truly felt magical. 

[pasmonblog]

In My Linen, You Are Skin Again

Requested by: Anonymous

It was another close call.

The limping onto the Zephyr and lingering silence in the cockpit said as much. Subtle glances to make sure there wasn’t more than the scrapes and bruises they’d come in with; tears, heaving breaths, anything beyond the shaking hands gripping their spent weapons.

Kora would have said something as they entered, maybe even tried a joke to lighten the mood, but she knew better.

Rating: T Relationship: Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa Prompts: Kissing Scars, Close Calls (@dousyweek​​) Tags: Angst, Scars, Established Relationship, Post-Canon  Word Count: 1,227

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27669710