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skyler10fic · 4 months

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Seasons Meetings

By Skyler10

Summary: Daisy brings her new girlfriend home to meet her parents, and Phil and Melinda are thrilled.

A/N: Wrote this on the plane home alone to a less accepting family and edited on the flight back, so I hope this helps all of us who have parents who wouldn't react in this welcoming of a way. *hugs

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Melinda May was in awe looking back at her past holiday family photos. She’d aged, despite her husband’s protests to the contrary. He had too, but gracefully, carrying the wisdom and laugh lines of experience, complimenting his gentle kindness. Their tiny baby transformed through each photo—first into a delightful and hyperactive little girl, then to an adorkable preteen, then to a depressed teenager with long hair dyed even blacker than her natural dark brown and with matching nails and thick eyeliner. She smiled, but it barely covered the truth. Those were rough years for them all.

But the photo tradition had continued. The longer Daisy was in college, the more she bloomed. She matured into a radiant young adult, if self-deprecating and with still a bit of that old insecurity when she ran into old classmates when home for the holidays. Former teachers and senseis and parents of friends asked every time when she was going to bring home a boyfriend, how she could possibly still be single, and didn’t she want to give her parents grandchildren?

Melinda always redirected the conversation, with a protective arm around her daughter’s shoulders. Both Melinda and Phil were quick to reassure Daisy that they were proud of her regardless of her relationship status or whether she ever had children. Daisy was grateful but said no more on the subject. She mentioned boyfriends here and there, and a girl or two, but none made it to Christmas or to meeting her parents. Melinda and Phil worried that Daisy's teen years were still haunting her all these years later.

In Daisy’s senior year of high school, she came out as bi to her parents in a tearful outpouring of secrets at the lowest point of her depression, but it proved to be a turning point. To Phil and Melinda, it was also a relief as it answered so many questions. It wasn’t just her ADHD, the high expectations on her as a tech genius, and the stress of moving away to college soon. She’d had her heart broken a year earlier by a girl who wasn’t ready to be out and denied they had ever had anything between them. The girl's friends shamed and bullied Daisy for months, but eased up over the summer and the fall semester. But as pressure mounted in the spring before graduation, Phil and Melinda found Daisy in her room crying so hard that dark streaks of mascara stained Phil’s shirt as he pulled her close. She’d been photographed flirting with another girl, and the photo had made its way around social media with meme text about sin and “confusion” in “our schools,” with the cyberbullying perpetuated by the girl from the previous year who had now joined an evangelical youth group.

No one could blame Daisy for staying away after high school graduation. She spent her summer breaks in impressive internships until one of those internships turned into a job at the end of those four years. But through university and now as a working professional, she always came home for Christmas.

This year, however, she wouldn’t be coming alone. She said she had a special guest, but she wanted it to be a surprise.

Melinda and Phil lit up when they saw their precious girl appear from the airport terminal. But the bombshell blonde with her made their smiles even bigger. The blonde caught Daisy’s scarf as it fell off and they stopped so she could wrap it back around Daisy’s neck. Daisy pecked a kiss to the blonde’s cheek and took her hand.

“Mystery solved then,” Phil quipped to Melinda. Melinda sent him an amused look of agreement before they waved to catch Daisy's attention.

After reunion hugs were exchanged, Daisy introduced them to the blonde who was politely waiting behind her.

“Okay, don't be weird,” Daisy warned, “but this is my girlfriend, Carol Danvers. Surprise! Carol, this is my mom and dad.”

Daisy's nervous smile told Melinda all she needed to know. Daisy was in love. This was no mere holiday invite because Carol didn't have plans. This was an official Meeting of the Parents.

“Wow, girlfriend, huh?” Phil stuck out his hand to shake Carol's. “I'm Phil.”

“We're so glad to meet you.” Melinda shook her hand next. “I'm Melinda.”

With this warm welcome, they walked together to the baggage claim.

“So this is the mysterious Carol,” Melinda began. “We've heard you've been spending time together…”

“… But we didn't know about the girlfriend part,” Phil finished.

Carol turned to Daisy in hesitation, “Wait, did they know before now that you're—”

“Oh! Yes.” “Old news.” “Yes!” The three hurried to answer.

“Just not that you two specifically were together in that way,” Phil explained his comment. “Carol, we can't wait to get to know you. We're really excited you're here.” Phil tried to rein in his enthusiasm to not embarrass Daisy, but Daisy and Melinda laughed at how obvious it was. Carol didn't, though. She seemed to relax.

“Thank you,” she said simply. Carol didn't hide it as well as Melinda did herself, but this girl clearly had some armor up. Melinda made it her mission to help Carol see her defenses were unnecessary here and that she was genuinely welcome.

“We weren't sure who this surprise guest would be so we made up the guest room,” Melinda explained. “But if you'd both be more comfortable staying in Daisy's room, that's fine too. Her bed is big enough for two.”

There, that was obviously supportive.

“Mom!!” Daisy groaned and blushed.

Phil shrugged. “This is our first time doing this. We don't know what you want.”

“Okayyyy,” Daisy turned to Carol, “now you see why I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Carol smiled at Daisy's childish embarrassment. “I think that's very kind. I'm okay with sharing if Daisy is.”

Daisy nodded and relaxed at how well this was going so far despite her anxieties, and Carol continued.

“Daisy told me it's the first time she's brought anyone home to meet you two. And she told me about all your Christmas traditions.”

Phil offered, “Do you have any of your family's that you would want to do while you're here, Carol? And are they okay with you being with us instead of with them this year?”

Carol exhaled heavily and looked to the still-quiet baggage carousel. “Yeah, they … will be fine.”

Daisy filled in, “Carol and her parents don't really get along.”

Ah.

Phil and Melinda nodded in understanding, and Phil offered, “Well, you're always welcome with us.”

He wanted to hug Carol, Melinda could tell, but the bags started to arrive. He was always finding young people in need of a mentor or father figure and helping them believe in themselves, whatever path lay ahead of them.

With their luggage acquired, they were ready to start their holiday. The four ventured out of the airport for a first Christmas together that they would each treasure for the rest of their lives, despite all of the awkward moments and hard conversations—and the heartbreaking realization that Carol had been worried about Phil and Melinda’s reaction to Daisy bringing home a woman. But Carol's courage and love had shown through, even in that misplaced fear, by being willing to come home with Daisy anyway. Which, of course, only endeared her to them more.

Even that same Christmas, after dropping the two young lovebirds back at the airport, Phil and Melinda mentioned it as soon as they were alone in the SUV. There was mutual agreement that this was The One for Daisy, but also that Carol clearly felt the same. She was the only person who could be worthy of their daughter, from the way Carol adored Daisy to the way she always looked out for Daisy's best, from that scarf in the first moment they saw her to handling Daisy's luggage with care when unloading at the dropoff on the way back.

“That girl’s going to be our daughter-in-law someday,” Melinda had remarked as they watched Carol disappear with Daisy through the airport sliding doors.

“You okay with that?” Phil asked just to be sure.

“Definitely. And you know I wouldn't say that about anybody else.” Melinda raised an eyebrow pointedly. “You?”

“Me too.” Phil smiled and pulled the SUV away from the curb and into an opening in the airport traffic. “One week and we already feel like a family of four.”

“People always asked me if we'd regret not having more kids,” Melinda confessed. “But I think this was the one we were waiting for. Not a sister for Daisy but a wife.”

Phil recounted this story as the father of the bride a year and a half later, in their wedding toast.

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realityuniverse · 6 months

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RWM CHARACTERS AND THEIR SEXUAL ORIENTATIONS:

Reality Cosmicson: Pan

Daisy Johnson: Bi

America Chavez: Lesbian

Kamala Khan: Bi

Talia Aster: Pan

Carol Danvers Lesbian

Valkyrie: Bi

Wanda Maximoff: Pan

Darcy Lewis: Pan

Jemma Simmons: Bi

Leo Fitz: Bi

Melinda May: Asexual and Bi

Phil Coulson: Bi

Alphonso Mackenzie: Ally

Yo-yo Rodriguez: Queer

Sam Wilson: Gay

Bucky Barnes: Bi

Sharon Carter: Bi

Yelena Belova: Asexual, Lesbian

Kate Bishop: Bi

Cosmic Witch: Bi

Plaugebringer Goliath: Lesbian

#reality #rwm #america chavez #kamala khan #daisy johnson #agents of shield #fitzsimmons #asexual #lesbian #bisexual #pansexual #queer #ally #lgbtqia #wanda maximoff #yelena belova #kate bishop #sambucky

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haven-of-dusk · 18 days

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I've seen so many allusions to the liberation of Supernatural fans with Evan Buckley the confirmed bisexual breaking that mold, but I just want to remind everyone that "chaotic brunette bisexual who didn't get to come out/fully express their sexuality in the series" is very common and borderline a trope at this point. Like just for the examples I can think of off the top of my head:

(Yes, Ted Lasso gets two, I couldn't pick between them)

Point is, this is a win across a LOT of fandoms (including Supernatural, not trying to exclude them or anything), and hopefully a sign of more canonical bisexuality to come.

Also this would be an amazing friend group to behold and I lowkey want to write a fic about this -- I looked it up and apparently the word for a group of ten (in the way that trio refers to a group of three and so forth) is 'decade', which isn't confusing at all considering it's common colloquial use but -- decade, including Buck, meeting and talking. I have no earthly idea how to set up them running into each other though.

#bisexual characters abound #jamie tartt #ricky bowen #emily prentiss #reggie peters #yosuke hanamura #daisy johnson #liam dunbar #richard montlaur #judai yuki #judai is the only one I'm unsure of #because it's 100% possible he's duelsexual #evan buckley

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singularforkforintimidation · 10 months

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DAISY?? DAISY JOHNSON?? AGENT QUAKE?? DAISY 'QUAKE' JOHNSON?? TREMORS?? MARY-SUE POOTS?? DESTROYER OF WORLDS??

#i will NOT be a clown again #She has to be back i cant take it if she isnt #daisy johnson #let lesbians have this one thing #agent quake #secret invasion #wlw #daisy johnson IS bisexual #MARIAS BACK TOO

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dreamingawaits · 10 months

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Incorrect AOS 4/?

Skye/Daisy (or Jemma): Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect agents of shield #source: unknown #daisy johnson #skye aos #jemma simmons #bisexual #k’s aos masterlist

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your-blorbos-are-queer · 1 year

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character pride icons, pt. 2: marvel

canonically queer characters

ruby hale - asexual | daisy johnson - bisexual

karolina dean - lesbian | nico minoru - bisexual

queer headcanons

kamala khan - aegoromantic | peter parker - queer | gwen stacey - queer

feel free to use for any non-commercial purpose, as long as proper credit is given!

if you have a character and flag you'd like to see, requests are currently open!

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azurecanary · 2 years

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Okay, apparently Chloe Bennet confirmed that Daisy is bisexual in an interview??? Can someone give me clarification on this??? Was this a recent thing???? What?????

#daisy johnson #quake #agents of shield #bisexual #chloe bennet #why haven't i heard about this??

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sunlightwanda · 6 months

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Ava Silva and Daisy Johnson being the same person

- Traumatised babygirl who was raised in an abusive orphanage

- received cool powers

- died too many times

- bisexual

- uses humour to cope with all the bad shit that happened to them

- scared shitless of their powers at first but eventually learn to accept it

- their love language is physical affection

- mother figure is an angry woman with bad past

- one of the few people who knows the actual reasons behind their mother stoic expression (they have actual feelings)

- Bob hair supremacy

Add on

- was there during their mom's "death"

- not religious

Am I missing anything?

#ava silva #daisy johnson #mother superion #melinda may #warrior nun #quake #agents of shield #alba baptista #sylvia de fanti #chloe bennet #ming na wen

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i-dont-know-nor-care-go-away · 8 months

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If I had a nickel for every show where there is a extremely pretty lady that's been made tough by the hard life she's had, serving in an organization that isn't good all the time but isn't bad, while carrying the trauma of something she can't talk about, and she serves as the right hand lady of her male best friend that is the top leader of their work place who is goofy, likes to cook, makes dad jokes, and has just absolute dad energy, and is going to die and they know it, and they're both (non cannon, except to me) bisexual and they are just as blorbo together if they are life long best friends or married, and they both mentor / parent a witty, dark haired female lead that has trauma from both her traumatic childhood and the fact she is descended from someone who has weird genetics that gave them power but was also a murderer that hurt people, so she fears she is a monster until meeting someone almost like her who explains that her genetic mutation isnt morally bad and she isnt genetically predisposed to being a monster and they all work together and go on missions sometimes out in space but they are such a family it kills me

I'd have two nickels which like. I love.

But like. Melinda may, Philip Coulson and Daisy Johnson are just. So Una Chin Riley, Christopher Pike, and La'an Noonien Singh. The venn diagram is a circle. I am going insane over this

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wisegirl-seaweedbrain · 3 months

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“bisexual, bisexual, bisexual” i chant into the mirror. and there she appears behind me. quake, the destroyer of worlds, daisy johnson

#aos #agents of shield #daisy johnson #quake

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skyler10fic · 3 months

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Hey Sweetheart: Ch. 1 Carol Surprises Daisy

By Skyler10

Summary:

Carol is away for a conference and Daisy is home alone, but Carol has a Valentine’s surprise in store that finds Daisy in an opportune moment. (Rated M)

Notes: I had this idea and then two more, so enjoy this first chapter and then eventually, there will be two more chapters with two rewrites with a similar general premise but with key tweaks that change the story!

Written for the @ficwip Hey Sweetheart event 2024.

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Flowers seemed to haunt Carol the longer she was away for work. This time of the year, the city was full of flower vendors on every corner with bouquets for Valentine’s Day. Roses, especially, were everywhere she looked, but others too. The hotel her conference was in was decorated with florals. The chic restaurant for their first night’s dinner and debrief session? The Lily and Lilac. The next night, the team grabbed food and drinks at a gastropub with artistically modern daisies on the menu. Even one of the presentations used aerodynamic models based on various seed and pollen shapes to describe how their aircraft would fly through the wind. Another day included a tour of a lab next to a greenhouse full of flowers for the upcoming romantic holiday. Each flower made her think of Daisy Johnson, her fiancee back at home.

The worst was yet to come: traditionally, the last night was the association president’s ball, a dressy dinner and dance where everyone paired up or partners would fly in early for a vacation starting after the business of the conference was over the next day. And this year’s ball would fall on Saturday, February 14. Daisy wouldn’t be one of the partners joining the fun, however, with a major deadline at work on unlucky Friday the 13th. Carol pictured herself dressed up for no reason, sitting alone in the hotel ballroom, watching all the couples dancing and singles flirting with each other, if only for the night. She’d probably drink too much champagne and wake up Daisy with a far-too-late phone call, moaning about wishing she was there and counting down the hours until they’d be reunited in 48 hours. Daisy would try to stay awake, but eventually Carol would let her go back to sleep, and then Carol would sit in her hotel room, hearing the echoes of partygoers stumbling back to their rooms for Valentine’s Day sex. She’d lie awake, wondering why agreed to come here at all. And Carol felt guilty that Daisy would be home feeling just as lonely and maybe resentful as she spent their only Valentine’s Day as an engaged couple alone.

But it was still Wednesday, February 11 for another hour, an hour filled with guilt, dread, anxiety over her presentation the next day, and exhaustion that brought hot tears to Carol’s eyes as she lay in her hotel bed in the dark. Carol’s best friend and fellow aerospace engineer Maria Rambeau snored in the other queen bed a few feet away, and Carol came back to the present. She wiped away the tears and reminded herself she was being silly. No use being depressed over something that hadn’t even happened yet.

The next day, February 12, Maria stood next to Carol as they watched rows and rows of flowers being wheeled into that same hotel ballroom for a wedding happening in that space after their conference’s main session had ended for the day. It was a busy hotel, and the staff were under tight deadlines to get the wedding reception in and out before the aerospace association needed the space again. Carol and Maria had just stopped in to see what all the hustle and bustle was about and stayed, curious to see the end result.

Maria cleared her throat, and Carol raised an eyebrow as she turned to catch Maria’s glance.

“Congratulations on your panel today,” Maria began. “You nailed it.”

“But?” Carol drew out, knowing there was more.

Maria shrugged. “That’s the last thing you had to be here for. You can go be where you really want to be.”

“What?” Carol scrunched her brow. “I thought you wanted me here.”

“I did, and you were great!” Maria turned to face Carol fully. “But I know that look. And you’re not really here, are you? And I’m just sayin’, you don’t need to be. We’ve got this. You did your part.”

Carol sighed, knowing where she was going with this. “I can’t. You all supported me through my panel. It’s only fair that I stay—”

Maria held up a hand. “We’re good. I know where your head is. Are you really going to get home to your fiancee late at night on February 15 with some discount chocolates from the airport? I don’t think so. Not on my watch.”

Carol had to admit, with all the Valentine’s romance in the air, she missed Daisy so much it ached. “Are you sure? Then you’ll be all alone here… I hate having to choose one or the other.”

Maria sent Carol a look of disbelief. “Alone? I don’t think so. I’ve got the whole team. And, the cutie from JPL is here. Remember Florida? Trust me, I’ve got Valentine’s Day covered.”

The hotel events manager walked in their direction to kick Carol and Maria out of the ballroom, so the conversation was over and the decision was made. Carol let her department manager and office administrator know she was taking advantage of the flexible dates of her airline ticket and coming home early. The soonest flight she could get would leave early on the 14th, and Carol would be home in plenty of time to surprise Daisy for Valentine’s Day weekend.

Conversely, it seemed like Daisy was being haunted by calendars. There were the usual, like work calendars that got subdivided into project calendars, and the usual phone app filled with the minutia of life. But now there was a shared calendar with Carol as they merged their lives and a related but more specific wedding planning calendar app with suggestions and recommendations for all of the deadlines to put down deposits and make decisions and hire professionals of various wedding expertise.

She wasn’t exactly royalty, but as the genius rising star daughter of Stark Industries’ VP of Strategy and Mr. Stark’s own private pilot, Daisy also wasn’t the typical codemonkey in her social circles either. She’d grown out of the “prodigy” compliments, but she still carried the heavy weight of being Somebody in her company, expected to do great things. She was marrying another former “prodigy.” A girl who had designed rockets at 16 that impressed not only Tony Stark, but his Pentagon contact, Nick Fury. Fury had instructed Stark that either Carol would be interning at Stark Industries with a path toward a career there or Fury was giving her an offer that led to her eventually becoming Stark’s competition within the Department of Defense itself.

Thus, Daisy met the love of her life while feeling highly praised but extraordinarily lonely as the youngest intern in her dad’s division. The two teens bonded and grew from coworkers to friends to inseparable best friends to head-over-heels lovers over the past decade. Between their jobs and grad school and financial independence, marriage had always been assumed but so far down the calendar, it hardly seemed worth stressing about. An inevitability, but vaguely so.

Now, the aforementioned calendars and planners and to-do lists stared Daisy down. She groaned and rubbed her eyes as she tried to answer the prompts in the wedding planning guide. “Fill these pages out separately, and then come together to talk through your expectations of your special day!” the guide instructed.

“Carol better be doing this on the plane home on Sunday,” Daisy grumbled. She should text her, just as a reminder.

“How was your day?” Daisy started. Best to check in first before being a nag.

“Ugh, long,” came Carol’s reply. “But more flowers everywhere today. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Miss you. :( “

The text was accompanied by a photo of the wedding flower arrangements.

“150 days.” Daisy intended it to mean the countdown to their wedding, as the countdown widget on her computer reminded her. But it also felt like how long it had been without each other. The self-pity was strong in this apartment tonight.

Before Daisy could remind Carol about the wedding planning guide prompts, Carol asked if she was free the day after tomorrow.

Daisy snorted and sent back a laughing emoji. “Yeah, my Valentine is away for work. I’m going to be home with takeout and a spreadsheet of info on every wedding venue in the metro area.” She added a melting face emoji. Maybe she wanted Carol to feel a little guilty. Carol would be off having fun with their work friends from her team. And with all their other friends going out with their own Valentines, Daisy would be sitting on this same couch missing her, alone.

“We can do better than that,’ Carol sent back cryptically. “Don’t plan anything. I have an idea.”

“???” Daisy sent back.

“Nope. Surprise,” Carol returned, then “gtg, early start tomorrow.”

Daisy sent back a simple “I love you” with a purple heart, which Carol returned, with a red one. They exchanged goodnights with kiss emojis as well, and Daisy was left to try to answer what her ideal wedding aesthetic would be, how many people to invite, and whether the ceremony would be any flavor of religious/spiritual.

“It’s too late for this.” Daisy mumbled to her laptop and shut the lid. She had been staying up later and later this week, dreading going to bed without Carol. At first, many years ago now, sleeping together had been nearly impossible without staying up all night touching and making out and talking. Now, it was hard to sleep deeply without each other, they were so used to each other’s presence. The bed just felt so empty.

Eventually, Daisy did fall asleep and dreamt that the huge arrangement of wedding flowers from the text Carol had sent were being served as the cake. She shouted for the baker to not cut into the arrangement with a huge knife, but it turned out to be simply a delicious, if hyperrealistically beautiful, cake after all.

Maybe it was just a silly thought, but the reassurance in the dream that what seemed like a horrible mistake was actually a wonderful creation stuck with her throughout the next day. As tempting as it was to let her grumpiness over missing Carol sour her mood, she couldn’t shake the feeling that in the end, things would be okay after all. Daisy talked herself into making peace with the circumstances and not subconsciously holding it against Carol that she couldn’t be there. It wasn’t like she set the date of the conference, and the holiday was just a made-up date on the calendars that were surrounding her from all directions. So what if that date was blank on all of them?

Daisy closed out of her personal calendar and focused on her work one. If she got this week’s project done, she could leave the office this dreary winter Friday feeling free and ready for whatever the weekend held, even if it was just a quick video call with her fiancee tomorrow night and a trip to the store for 50% off chocolate on Sunday.

Saturday morning, February 14, Carol could barely contain her excitement as she boarded her plane home. She was practically bouncing in her seat. She’d passed a jewelry store that morning on her way to get coffee and donuts from a trendy place a block away from their hotel, and now the perfect pair of earrings was safe in her bag, gift wrapped by the store.

She’d stop on her way home from the airport for part 2: a bouquet of roses like the ones she’d been seeing all week.

“In a hurry to get home?” her seatmate asked. He was probably mid-30s, wearing a hot pink tie and French-manicured nails. His tiny dog napped in a carrier at his feet under the seat.

“Yeah,” Carol admitted. “Is it that obvious?”

“Mmmhmmm.”

“I’m surprising my fiancee by getting home early for Valentine’s Day,” Carol confided.

The man’s eyebrows shot up. “Girl! That’s romantic! And do you have plans for what you’re going to do with … him? Them?”

“Her.” Carol smiled. “Yeah, she has a favorite place I’m going to order dinner from, but I think we’ll probably spent most of it wedding planning.”

The man sighed. “Oh no, baby, no. My husband and I are celebrating 8 years of marriage this year, 15 years together, so trust me when I say, the wedding planning stress is not the romantic Valentine’s Day it sounds like. Go out, be young, have fun, or stay in and, you know, have fun there too, but trust me, vendor websites are not date night, especially having to find ones that aren’t jerks about people like us.”

“Good to know.” Carol worried her lip. Perhaps she had jumped into this plan a little early with excitement to get home, but not a romantic enough Valentine’s Day strategy after she got there.

Their drinks came and the man popped in his earbuds to watch a movie, but Carol signed up for the in-flight Wi-Fi instead and brainstormed date night ideas in their city that wouldn’t break the bank or be too booked up for Valentine’s Day already.

Honestly, she just wanted to be home, just the two of them. But Daisy was probably ready to get out and do something special. Elegant restaurants in their part of the city were all booked, and none of the plays or concerts or even movies seemed very romantic or their taste. She made a list of some ideas, varying from an evening at the planetarium’s wine-and-cheese adults-only night to cooking something more gourmet than usual at home. Whatever Daisy felt like doing was fine with Carol, so long as they were together.

Carol closed her eyes and rested back against the plane seat. She tried to remember every Valentine’s Day they’d ever spent together, even when they were awkward teenagers and then even more awkward university students realizing their bond was undeniably romantic. Her lips quirked at the memory of their first as a romantic couple, seeing each other in an entirely different light and nervous in a way they had never been before. They’d visited a lesbian bar that Valentine’s Day and—once the older women there learned of their baby gay status and new coupledom—received a baptism by full immersion into the queer culture of their city.

The bar had closed a few years ago, but they still followed the regular drag performers on social media and went to some of their shows. If only it were still open, that could have been a fun trip down memory lane for a Valentine’s date. Carol opened her eyes long enough to write down “queer bar” on her ideas list. She closed them again to think of more and relive their earlier years.

The next thing she knew, they were landing, and she was awakening from a much-needed nap.

Daisy kept her phone nearby all day. Carol hadn’t explained what their long-distance plan for Valentine’s Day was today, and she wasn’t answering Daisy’s texts. Probably busy with her conference all day. Daisy sighed and went about her unromantic day. They’d been together so long, she supposed it was time they settled into being an old married couple, even if they weren’t technically married yet. Just an ordinary cold, rainy, winter Saturday with laundry and catching up on personal emails and a virtual yoga class. As she ate lunch and checked in with her hacktivist group chat, her podcast playlist started an episode about “how to spice it up in the bedroom.” Not very useful to distract herself from missing Carol. She switched it to an algorithmically generated mix, but the first song, then the second, and third were all extremely horny.

“Not helping!” Daisy said out loud to the music app as a fourth song came on with the perfect lyrics and rhythm for a sex playlist. She turned on the TV and picked up where she’d left off before with a historical romance series that Jemma had recommended. Neither Carol nor Fitz were interested in the storyline, so it was something Daisy and Jemma watched separately and chatted about without their partners. It was much spicier than Jemma let on, with plenty of eye candy of all genders.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Daisy mumbled to herself as the tall, dark, and handsome male lead revealed chiseled perfect abs. But she was too far in to stop now, and she knew she’d regret not catching up while Carol was away. Still she sent a text asking Carol to just check in when she had a chance. Realistically, she knew Carol was just busy with her meetings, and she didn’t really know what she’d say anyway. Like, “I know you’re having important business meetings but got some time for middle-of-the-afternoon phone sex with your bored fiancee?” Not the best timing.

Daisy decided to give in and take care of the problem herself. It’d been a while since she’d needed to alone, but it’d been a long week and she was being haunted by sex everywhere she turned. So with plenty of time and no one else home, Daisy headed to their bedroom and opened the drawer of vibrators and various toys and accessories. She picked one of her favorites and put on more of the sexy music. She laid down on the bed and pulled up her long loose shirt. She touched herself lazily over her yoga pants, letting her memories in this bed come back in detail. Her fingers snuck under the band of her yoga pants and into her underwear, and she teased herself until she was ready to kick things up a notch. She pulled off her pants and underwear, and set the vibrator to its lowest setting. Might as well make this last.

She thought of Carol’s tongue on her, Carol’s fingers inside her, Carol’s hands grabbing and taking what she desired, Carol’s lips at Daisy’s neck and breasts and panting her name.

Daisy let out an involuntary mewl and bucked her hips. Alone in her imagination, she was free to relish in fantasies that would never work in real life, like not having enough hands to hold on to each other, support themselves, touch everywhere, and finger-fuck at the same time. She imagined a position where their labia slotted together perfectly to get each other off, for another example. Before she could get too into the physics of it, her clit demanded her full attention. Her orgasm swept over her in a delicious wave, but she was having too much fun. She kept going, chasing another high in her fantasyland.

Hearing the door to the garage open, therefore, jolted her harshly out of her fantasies and sent her heart rate skyrocketing for a different reason. She turned off the vibe, set it aside carefully, and stood up but froze, listening for confirmation that she had actually heard something, and if she had, what the intruder’s next move would be. She debated whether her martial arts skills were enough to disarm them if they had a gun or if she should hide. What kind of intruder just walks in in the middle of a Saturday afternoon, anyway? She heard rustling in the hallway coming toward her and grabbed her phone on the bedside table to call the police, but just as she did, Carol rounded the corner with the biggest grin on her face, her rolling luggage behind her, and roses in her hand.

“Ta DAAAA!”

“OH-MY-GOD!” Daisy gasped.

“Honey, I’m hooome,” Carol sang with a smirk. She set her bags off to the side and the bouquet on the bedside table. “I see you’ve been busy without me.”

Daisy blushed and looked down at her state of undress. Her long shirt was barely covering her. “Ah. No pants.”

“No pants,” Carol confirmed with a filthy grin. “Surprise!”

“Surprise!? I thought you were someone breaking in!” Daisy’s brain caught up with her adrenaline, and she watched Carol’s grin fade. Daisy launched herself into her fiancee’s arms. “You’re home! How are you home?”

Carol captured Daisy’s lips for a searing, desperate kiss. Just as Daisy decided the answer didn’t matter so long as Carol never stopped kissing her, Carol backed away and answered breathlessly. “I finished my panel, and Maria said I should come home, so I did. She could tell my heart and head were here anyway, and I wanted to surprise you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Daisy couldn’t stop kissing Carol, and Carol was happy to oblige her half-naked fiancee. Carol pressed a thigh between Daisy’s and rolled her hips, making Daisy whine.

“You were only gone a week. I don’t know why I’m reacting like this.” Daisy tried to regain some self-control, and her fingers found their home in Carol’s hair, lightly brushing in that way that always made Carol sigh in contendedness. “I can’t believe you came home early for me.”

Carol soothed her thumb across Daisy’s cheek and met her dark eyes, blown wide with desire. “I missed you so much. Every minute.”

“I missed you too. Obviously.” She rolled her eyes self-deprecatingly at her libido getting the better of her a moment ago. “But seriously, all this wedding planning made it harder this time.”

“Yeah, for me too. There was a wedding at the hotel and all this Valentine’s stuff…” She pulled away slightly and reached for her tablet. “I filled out the questions we were supposed to do on our own, though. And I have some leads on vendors we can afford.”

“Oh god, thank you. You’ve never been hotter, just so you know.” Daisy took the tablet from Carol, but instead of looking at Carol’s answers, she set it on the bedside table with her phone and the vibrator.

“Mmm, spreadsheets of URLs and budget items, so sexy,” Carol teased, resting her wrists on Daisy’s shoulders and massaging the back of Daisy’s neck.

Daisy shook her head. “I know we sound, like, a hundred years old right now, but seriously, this stuff is driving me crazy and knowing there’s less of it left to do is very attractive.”

“We’ll get through it all … every detail …. together,” Carol promised between light kisses. “But tonight, no logistics or schedules. Just you and me, whatever you want.”

“Oh! Oh no. We don’t have any plans or reservations or tickets to anything. I’m sure everything in the city’s been sold out for weeks. Where can we even go?” Daisy laughed at the sudden reversal of her dilemma.

Carol switched apps on her tablet and showed Daisy. “I made a list of a few things on the plane. Clubbing in our slutty clothes? Wine and cheese gala in our dressiest black tie? Indoor picnic? Ice skating at the mall?”

“Really covering all your bases there,” Daisy laughed as she read down the eclectic list.

“I like to be prepared.” Carol returned the tablet to the bag at her feet and brought Daisy in for another kiss. Daisy’s hands wandered, reunited with their favorite territory to explore, and Carol’s dipped under the oversized shirt until they found Daisy’s bare ass.

After a while, when their tongues had had time for a proper greeting, Daisy pulled away and shook her head. “Never mind the list. I can’t even think about going out, not yet.”

Carol licked her bottom lip and her eyes sparkled. “Sweetheart, I’m going to have you thinking about one thing and one thing only.”

“Only one? I can think of at least a dozen things I want to do to you,” Daisy challenged. Carol reached for Daisy’s shirt and stripped it off over her head, which Daisy took as her cue to unbutton and unzip Carol’s jeans so Carol could step out of them, then shortly after, Daisy’s bra joined them on the floor. They continued until they were both completely bare.

“No reason to rush, though,” Carol considered as she tossed her own shirt into the hamper. “It’s only 3:00 and we have all day and night.”

Daisy climbed onto the bed again and lay down on her side so that Carol would mirror her, but then as soon as Carol did, Daisy rolled on top to straddle Carol’s hips.

“Then there’s just one question left,” Daisy teased.

“How many times we want to come?” Carol suggested and let her fingers trail down from Daisy’s neck to massage her breasts.

“Mmm, that too,” Daisy chuckled softly and leaned down, giving Carol an excellent view. “I meant: Will you be my Valentine’s Sweetheart?”

“As long as we both shall live,” Carol promised. She used her free hand to weave her fingers gently through Daisy’s hair and drew her down for a kiss to kick off their afternoon of lovemaking.

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #mild spicy #rated: m #valentine's day #valentine's day fic #hey sweetheart

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directlyat-thesun-moved · 2 years

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In honor of bi visibility day i'd like to announce that every single character in aos is bi. even the villains. all of them. every single fucking one.

Except for (feel free to give me suggestions):

Joey Gutierrez who’s the token gay™️ (Suggested by @the-writer-nerd-ro and @agentmanatee)

Agent Piper who is a lesbian and you cannot convince me otherwise (suggested by @alenkorra)

Ruby Hale who’s aroace (suggested by @inhuman084)

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realityuniverse · 6 months

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Kamala Khan : Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

America Chavez: I have a Vibranium Katana on that holster beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and stab me in the heart because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Kamala: why do you have that again babe?

America: Dad made it so I can defend myself if say my powers aren't needed and I don't have to be afraid like before he and mom adopted me which I'm always so grateful for

#reality #rwm #amerikhan #america chavez #kamala khan #america chavez incorrect quotes #kamala khan incorrect quotes #reality is americas adopted dad #daisy is americas adopted mun #daisy johnson #agents of shield #lesbian #bisexual

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fnvminorcharacterpoll · 11 months

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Round 2 is over! Let's recap:

A Bracket, Day One: Easy Pete crushed Santiago's post-presidential assassination aspirations in a landslide; Red Lucy avenged Maj. Elizabeth Kieran's incredibly close Round 1 loss by similarly crushing the poll's most pathetic man, Beagle, in a victory for feminism; Old Ben climbed further in the ranks with a close win over Manny Vargas*; and Ranger Ghost sailed into Round 3 over Tommy Torini.

A Bracket, Day Two: Heartthrob Harland desecrated Pvt. Kowalski in the round's first of several dramatic upsets; the #TRASHSWEEP continued well apace by laying waste to Pacer; Swank and his big ol' eyes saw a win over old Ranger Andy; and the love for 10 of Spades carried him to victory over his fellow NCR soldier Maj. Knight*.

A Bracket, Day Three: The Hadrian Gang unfortunately could not survive against the high-seed monster, Fantastic; Rotface gave Boxcars a tip: get eliminated from the tournament; the Garret Twins made a smear on the sidewalk out of bubbly Brotherhood initiate Melissa Watkins; and Ignacio Rivas's* good nature wasn't enough to take down Trudy from Goodsprings.

A Bracket, Day Four: Fan-favorite Keely utterly crucified houndmaster Antony, which has knocked every member of Caesar's Legion who isn't a slave from the tournament completely; Mr. RADical successfully just laid there while Jimmy* from Casa Madrid couldn't impress; Regis from the Great Khans just barely eked out the W to make Cliff Briscoe extinct; and Mick & Ralph pulled an overnight upset against Old Lady Gibson to punch their ticket.

B Bracket, Day One: Daisy Whitman blew up Raquel; Ringo wrecked Ramos; preliminary fave Angela Williams pulled off an astonishing upset against number two seed Oliver Swanick; and Allen Marks' victory over Crandon & Jules goes to show that the corpses keep winning.

B Bracket, Day Two: Beatrix Russell ate Chomps Lewis; Emily Ortal left Pvt. Kyle Edwards in the radioactive dust; The Lonesome Drifter drifted easily into Round 3 over Michael Angelo & Kate; and Siri beat Malcolm Holmes but not without a surprising amount of turnout for the cap-collecting good samaritan.

B Bracket, Day Three: No-Bark Noonan opened up the all-Khans bracket by kicking Oscar Velasco out of the tournament; Jessup & McMurphy successfully defeated a frail and sickly child; Melissa Lewis succeeded where her father had failed the day before with a victory over Cannibal Johnson; Doctor Usanagi proves that STEM is more valuable than an English degree by giving Jerry the Punk another beating.

B Bracket, Day Four: Big Beard & Little Beard trounce the Gundersons, probably because Heck was the only one with a beard; Chris Haversam throws Meyers back in the clink; Mister Holdout couldn't hold out against Sarah Weintraub; and finally, in the single most massive (624 votes) and close (tied as late midnight with 500 votes) and polarizing (just check the notes) match-up in the entire tournament so far, Calamity the ghoul pulled an upset over Cpl. Betsy*, who's probably dealing with her loss in therapy. Hopefully Dr. Usanagi doesn't bring up her own win.

*Happy Pride Month, losers! The first round of June and literally every canonically queer character (except for Red Lucy, bisexual [edit: and Sarah Weintraub, also bisexual!]) got voted out, and that's hilarious. Funniest possible thing that could have happened on here, the gay and transgender website, during the gay and transgender month, in a tournament for the gay and transgender video game. (Beatrix Russell and Old Ben might also be exceptions, but it's minor; I only can't remember if you can sleep with them as the same sex or not when they're working at the Atomic Wrangler, but even then they may just be gay4pay. Not that there's anything wrong with that!)

You can see all of the Round 2 polls here, and the tournament bracket has been updated so that you can get a preview of the matches yet to come in Round 3. Voting will pause for a bit while I prepare graphics and bracket posts, so use this downtime to mourn the fallen, celebrate the risen, and submit designated cheerleader endorsements for your favorite remaining characters in their upcoming rounds. It's only going to get more tense from here!

#fallout #fallout new vegas #fnv #chatter #info

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gingerpeachtea · 5 months

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that girl you reblog gifests of from agents of shield………uhh….daisy?? i think her name is??

YES HER NAME IS DAISY JOHNSON <3 btw reese ily

Sexuality Headcanon: BISEXUAL

Gender Headcanon: nonbinary & uses any pronouns :3

A ship I have with said character: staticquake quakerider fitzskimmons dousy etc etc

A BROTP I have with said character: mackdaisy obviously but i also actually love the scenes with her and hunter and i wish we got to see more of them together!!

A NOTP I have with said character: hmm idk! i’m pretty open to all ships with her :)

A random headcanon: adhd and ocd she told me so herself. she didn’t get diagnosed until after she went through terrigenesis because andrew had to do a psych eval on her. she’s hypersensitive to noise because of her powers, but noise-cancelling headphones don’t help because the way they function actually increases the vibrations she’ll feel, which just overwhelms her further (i have an entire fic idea about this i’ll get around to it one day i swear). she also has a phobia of needles after the amount of medical trauma she’s endured and bc of the amount of times she’s had her blood drawn against her will

General Opinion over said character: jeremy jordan in the shitty great gatsby musical voice. DAAAAAAIIIISSYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

#daisy johnson #agents of shield #ask games

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