#QWG First Time Challenge

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Thank you to the Agents of SHIELD fandom for participating in our Valentine’s Day Challenge!

We had 33 fills with 15 unique ships. Please reblog, kudos/comment if you can, the creators will surely appreciate it!

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Here is the master list:

Gifs

First Touches by @swanthief​ (Mackelena)

First Time Robbie made Daisy cry by @oh-my-hades​ (Quakerider)

Graphics:

Pleasure Cruise by @apathbacktoyou​ (Kasinara)

Moodboards:

Fitzsimmons: First Day of School by @2minutes2midnight​

Fitzsimmons: First Baby Shower by @accio-the-force​

MayBobbi: First time to space by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly

MayDaisy: First time sharing a desert by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly

Quakerider: First time they made you cry by @oh-my-hades​

Quakerider: First Kid by @agentmmayy​

Scis & Spies: First PDA by @bobbimorseisbisexual​

Playlists:

Fitzdaisy: when you smile, i melt inside by @everythinghappens-love​

Fitzskimmons: i look to you and i have fun by  @everythinghappens-love​

Quakerider: Dancing with our hands tied by @theclaravoyant​

Quakerider: First Time They Made You Cry by @oh-my-hades​

Fanfic: 

Beginner Lessons by @acerobbiereyes​ (Quakerider, T)

Dreams of the Desert by @besidemethewholedamntime​ (Huntingbird, T)

First time sharing a bed by @florchis (Fitzskimmons, G)

Homeward Bound by @acerobbiereyes (Quakerider, T)

I am still right here by @stanningjay (Quakerider, T)

Jemma’s birthday by @theclaravoyant (Skimmons, T)

Let’s get down to business by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly (MayDaisy G)

let's level up together by anissa_qiaolian (Morsecode, G)

Nail me against a wall by @queen-of-love-and-beauty (Philinda, E)

paradise by @apathbacktoyou (Kasinara, E)

pleasure cruise by @apathbacktoyou (Kasinara, E)

Puppy Love by @sunalsolove​ (Quakerider, T)

Something Magnificent by @cminerva (Philinda, T)

Something Special by @libbyweasley (FitzSimmons,T)

Stolen Goods by @soulofevil​ (Quakerider, E)

The Box by anissa_qiaolian (Quakerider, E)

The Chase is On by @soulofevil (LegacyRider, T)

The Things We Say by @stanningjay (FitzSimmons, T)

we’re spinning out of control by @the-dc-killjoy​ (Legacyquakerider, T)

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[2minutes2midnight]

For @quakeriderwritersguild

Prompt: First Day of School

Here’s Fitzsimmons baby girl first day of school - her parents are extremely proud and she’s super happy because of special breakfast with monkey pancakes 💗

[soulofevil]

Stolen Goods

(2469 words) by

soulofevil

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom:

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Robbie Reyes/Skye | Daisy Johnson

Characters: Robbie Reyes, Skye | Daisy Johnson

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Vaginal Sex, Daisy wearing Robbie's jacket

Summary:

Upon entering his room, Robbie came to a dead stop. Daisy was there, stretched out across his bed on her side, looking at one of the car magazines he kept on his nightstand. She was wearing his jacket, and only his jacket from the looks of it.

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Heeey my first fill for the @mcukinkbingo​! This is for our square Clothing: Leather

Also for the @quakeriderwritersguild​‘s First Time Challenge for the prompt First time wearing Robbie’s jacket.

Thanks @whistlingwindtree​ for betaing this for me! And thanks @memorizingthedigitsofpi​ for the killer header!

[libbyweasley]

Something Special

A very happy birthday to the lovely @besidemethewholedamntime​, the most amazing bean. I hope your day is as wonderful as you are! <3

As always, thanks to @blancasplayground​ for all of her help! <3 <3 <3

And I would just like to say that this fic is definitely about cooking, for the prompt First Time Cooking Together for the Quakerider Writers Guild First Time Challenge. So if you are thinking it's about something else, that's on you. :)

Summary -  Fitz and Jemma's first time cooking together isn't what they expected.

Rated - T

Words ~ 1,000

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[theclaravoyant]

Jemma’s birthday

AN ~ Happy first day of Femslash Feb! Written for my @quakeriderwritersguild  Valentines Day prompt "Skimmons + First Gifts/Presents", and also fills my MCU Kink Bingo Skimmons square (note - it is rated G/T, but you are welcome to prompt me something smuttier if you like!) Enjoy <3

Relationships: romantic Skimmons, some happily platonic Fitz & Daisy Rated: G/T. Fluff.

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Jemma’s birthday

Daisy sighed and spun the quarter on the table-top and slapped her hand down on it again. Between that, one of those pinch-free hair ties, and a surprising amount of sand she had laid out in front of her, there was not much else in her pocket, handbag, or otherwise for inspiration.

Spin. Slap.

Spin. Slap.

She turned the question over and over in her mind, but it seemed the more she thought about it, the less answers came to her.

Spin-  

“Christ!” Fitz snapped from across the table, slapping the lid of his laptop closed with an eye-twitch of extreme frustration. “Would you like me to get you a clicky pen? A chalkboard for your nails, maybe?”

“Sorry.” Daisy turned the coin between her fingers this time, pensive. “I’m just trying to think of something good for Jemma. She always gives such kickass presents and this is her first birthday since we’ve been together. I really want to make it special, I just…”

She gestured at the lint, sand, and lonely hair tie. Fitz nodded in sympathy.

“I remember our first year at the Academy. First Christmas away from home and all that, I tracked down a half-decent tea. Was pretty proud of myself ‘til she went and imported a proper care package – baked beans, Hobnobs, crumpets, the whole bit. It’s the fatal combination of thoughtfulness and money. Not easy to compete when you’ve got nothing to your name but twenty-five p and a prehistoric hippie van.”

“Huh.” Daisy smiled to herself, imagining the scandal on Fitz’s face – no doubt quickly replaced by undying devotion – as he watched Jemma come in the door she had constructed in her mind with a comedically large hamper of British goodies. She remembered the first gift Jemma had really ever given her; the hula girl from her van and then her bunk, saved from being trashed or thrown into storage. Jemma didn’t really count it as a gift – it was Daisy’s own belonging, after all – but still, Daisy appreciated the sentiment.

Sentiment. Hula-girl. Twenty-five p and a prehistoric hippie van.

Piece by piece, the idea fell into place and suddenly it solidified, perfect, before her. Daisy bolted out of her seat, sending the hair elastic flying.

“I’m a genius,” she declared.

“I- what?”

Fitz, blindsided, blanked on an appropriately witty response, but it was already too late; Daisy was already sprinting down the hall. At least, she was for a few seconds. Then she came back, and stuck her head through the doorway.

“Can I borrow fifty bucks for gas?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“You’re the best.” Beaming, she was on her way.

--

“Where are we?” Jemma wondered, and not for the first time. She had allowed a very excited, slightly nervous Daisy to blindfold her this morning before they got in the car and though she knew the end of their journey would be nothing but a pleasant surprise, her curiosity was insatiable. They had just slowed down, and Daisy had lowered the music. They must be pulling in somewhere. “Are we nearly there?”

“It’s a surprise,” Daisy explained – and again, not for the first time. She couldn’t help but smile, watching Jemma twist in her seat and listen intently at the window, trying to take everything in. “But yes, we’re nearly there.”

“We’re in a forest,” Jemma decided.

“Maybe,” Daisy teased. Of course, they were – with the smell of pines and the sound of the birds it wasn’t hard to guess. “That’s for me to know and you to find out. Now, wait here, I’ve just got to sort something – B R B.”

Jemma nodded, and Daisy stopped the engine. Her feet crunched across something – gravel, leaf litter, pine needles? Jemma compiled a list of suspects in her mind – and she conversed in a low voice with someone. She laughed, and returned to the car.

Jemma reached for the blindfold. Surely by now it was time to take it down?

“Not yet,” Daisy said. There was a smile in her voice. A thrill of anticipation that made Jemma want to break free of the confines of the car, and touch and smell everything their surrounds had to offer and unravel Daisy’s secrets. But then Daisy reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers, and the curiosity – while far from sated – took its pause.

Jemma couldn’t tell how long it was until they finally stopped again. Daisy had lowered the window, letting the fresh air and the birds fill her mind and distract her even as she tried her best to archive what she was smelling and hearing and where in the world they could be.

No amount of mental cataloguing, though, could have prepared Jemma for what she saw when Daisy helped her out of the car and around the back of the van and opened the doors and sat her on something cushioned and finally – finally – announced –

“Okay. You can take it off now.”

Jemma ripped the blindfold down from her eyes, and the breath caught in her throat.

Stretching out before her was a glorious expanse of pine forest, rolling over hills and mountains and valleys like an ocean of rich green life. The sun was starting to set, bathing the whole scene in a soft pink twilight. Birds returned to their nests, others gambolled toward the horizon. Wind rustled the trees.

“Happy Birthday,” Daisy whispered.

Jemma blinked, freed from the entrancing magic of the scene before her for long enough to absorb where they were sitting – in the back of Daisy’s old van, hula girl and all, surrounded by pillows and blankets and trinkets from layers and layers of life.

“Daisy,” Jemma breathed. “It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

She leaned across the space between them and Daisy was happy to oblige with a kiss. But while Jemma would have been content to make out for hours in the soft pink light, Daisy had other plans. Grinning, she reached behind her and pulled a picnic basket into the space between them.

“Hold on,” she said, “I’m starving.”

Jemma blinked down at their interruption in surprise as Daisy flipped the lid, pulled out a punnet of strawberries, and commenced opening a bottle of champagne.

“You know,” Jemma remarked, “if you’re hungry, you really should have more protein.”

“Disagree,” Daisy retorted. As if to demonstrate, she bit into a strawberry, took a swig of champagne, and leaned in for another kiss.

Jemma had to admit – she had a point.

[the-dc-killjoy]

we’re spinning out of control (at least we’ll crash into each other) by TurtlemanTremors084 @the-dc-killjoy​

Legacy Quakerider, T. 1.4k and counting, Chapter 1/?

Summary:

Trip, Robbie, and Daisy spend the day with Trip's family, but this trio never does anything (no matter how simple) halfway.

For the QWG Valentine's Day First Time Challenge prompt: First time meeting the family

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"Babe," Trip took Robbie's hands into his own, "my family knows that I have a partner with earthquake powers and that I have the ability to suddenly vanish like I was never there in the first place. I'm sure they won't be fazed by my demon vessel boyfriend."

An unwilling smile pulling at his cheeks at the word boyfriend , Robbie quipped, "I prefer the term 'Devil Incarnate', but if you want to be technical about it-" He trailed off at Trip's his boyfriend's radiant grin, lighting up their mostly dark bedroom.

"I think I might agree. It suits you."

"Really." He inhaled sharply at the cool hand touching the sliver of exposed skin near his hip.

"Well, I am very agreeable," Trip whispered, his lips inches away from Robbie's own.

The two men were startled apart by the sound of their door slamming shut, quickly followed by a shout of, "Honey, I'm home!"

Robbie flopped backwards onto the bed with a groan, "She never misses a moment does she." He felt the bed dip as Trip settled under the covers and figured he better join his boyfriend before Daisy makes a flying leap onto the bed and he's stuck on top of the comforter for the rest of the night.

Even though Robbie thought that people who slept flat on their back were odd, Trip's sleeping position gave him the perfect opportunity to curl up on top of Trip’s smaller frame. Pointedly ignoring the sounds of Daisy kicking her shoes off and the muffled curses when they inevitably ended up somewhere they should not, Robbie relaxed and breathed in the smell of their laundry detergent and Trip's lavender body wash.

"You are awfully cuddly tonight."

"Just trying to soak up the peace before Hurricane Daisy arrives."

"Should I board up the windows or should you?"

Robbie’s reply was cut off by their already ajar bedroom door swinging open deepening the dent that the doorknob already left in the wall. "I've already made landfall, boys. There's no turning back."

Robbie felt the soft rumble of Trip's bubbling laughter reverberate through his chest, but he was snapped out of his reverence by Daisy deciding to join the cuddle pile in a very spectacular manner.

"Did you have to land on me ?" he sputtered as his eyes snapped open.

At the indignant squawk that came from the man beneath her, Daisy shrugged and answered, "You were closer."

Robbie settled back into their clumsy embrace with a scowl. After the few moments of shifting that accompanied an additional person getting into bed, he realized that Daisy's soft skin felt unusually rough under his hands.

He brought one hand up to his face after a few more seconds of roaming and squinted in the weak light from the lamp on the nightstand. "Are you covered in dirt ?"

Daisy stilled beside him. "...That may or may not be a possibility."

"Daisy!"

Trip perked up. "Girl, I just changed the sheets!"

"The guy that we were questioning took off, so Fitz and I ran after him. Rain and dry, Arizona parks don't exactly go well together," she defended.

"You couldn't have taken a shower at the base?"

"I changed my clothes! You should blame Fitz. He practically elbowed me out of the way for the showers and left me to debrief."

Robbie rolled his eyes but tightened his grip around her. Even though he was curled into Daisy, he made sure to extend a hand behind his back mostly as a reassurance to Trip who was almost as tactile as his other partner, and Robbie would be lying if he said that he was completely opposed to hand holding. His lips twitched upwards when Trip grasped Robbie's outstretched arm and laced their fingers together.

"'Sides I'm sparkling clean compared to him. Fitz's gonna spend a week scraping the mud out of his hair," Daisy continued, her words muffled into the crook of his neck.

She detailed the less messy parts of her assignment, and, save for a few chuckles when appropriate, Trip was completely silent, satisfied letting her words wash over him.

From the stories he'd heard, Antoine Triplett was never a very quiet man, but post-terrigenesis Trip, especially soon after a Vanishing, would spend long hours listening to them babble on about unimportant matters just to hear their voices. Robbie enjoyed those little moments of sanity in their hectic lives, but he did worry about his partner's state sometimes.

One night while Daisy was away on a mission and he had just gotten back from a visit to Gabe's university, he approached Trip's apartment to find music blaring loud enough to be heard at the elevator. Robbie entered to find Trip sobbing next to the stereo. He turned it off and crouched next to his distraught partner whose lips were frantically moving but was completely silent, save for gasps of air.

Trip didn't react when Robbie tried to gently shake him from his stupor. He was starting to panic and repeated his name a few times to no avail. He sprang to his feet and was about to run for the phone to call Daisy- to call anyone who could put the light back in Trip's vacant gaze when his deep brown eyes locked onto Robbie's.

He sank to the ground, unsure if he was too close or too far away. Trip stayed fixed on Robbie as if he blinked, everything would be snatched away. He didn't know if Trip's fear was for himself or Robbie, and maybe Trip didn't know either.

When he was a bit more present and the tears had begun to slow their trek down his puffy cheeks, he explained that sometimes silence was too overwhelming. That the lack of sound made him feel like he was on the verge of shattering apart, of disappearing never to return.

Robbie certainly understood what it felt like to be teetering on the edge of losing yourself, if not quite as literally as Trip, so he talked and talked until he ran out of things to say and kept going, sitting cross-legged on the cold living room floor less than two feet away from the couch, until Trip stopped looking so haunted .

He always tried to fill the silence when Daisy was gone, and he was sure that she did the same for Trip when the Rider called him away for long unplanned journeys, but he couldn't deny it: Daisy was a talker, and he enjoyed her end-of-day conversations. She was eager to share and they were content to listen. In moments like these, Robbie loved both of them more than he could comprehend.

He must have been lost in his head for a bit longer than he thought as the woman in question was now staring at him inquisitively. Trip's soft snores behind him confirmed that he wouldn't be much help from his other partner.

Daisy questioned, "What were you guys talking about before? Trip said that he had something to tell you when you got home."

"Oh, nothing. Just inviting us to his family get-together this weekend."

"Trip," She shot up placing a hand on his ribs so she could see the, now very much awake, man, "why didn't you warn me!"

"Girl, you've met them!"

"No, I met your mom. Your mom is a lot less intimidating than your whole family- your whole, literal SHIELD legends , family!"

Robbie grasped wildly at the spot that Daisy had just vacated for her pillow, and slammed it over his head, uncaring about the dirt particles that clung to it. He pulled a groan from somewhere deep inside him, tugging it free from the confines of his chest and out through clenched teeth.

They continued their, partly good-natured but certainly not short, argument uninterrupted by his dramatics.

"I was wrong," he announced after pulling the pillow away to breathe, "you're both insufferable." He punctuated that statement by rolling over and clamping the fluffy object back over his head.

Robbie hid his smirk in the soft pillow as Daisy's palm slipped and she tumbled onto Trip's side of the bed. He missed the warmth of her body sprawled on top of his, but what can he say, a demon vessel needs his beauty sleep.

[besidemethewholedamntime]

dreams of the desert 

For the @quakeriderwritersguild First Time Challenge. I was prompted ‘Huntingbird + First Words’. I hope this is alright!

Summary: 

He meets her in a desert that’s full of poisonous creatures and yet he thinks she might just be what kills him.

Bobbi and Hunter's first meeting.

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He meets her in a desert that’s full of poisonous creatures and yet he thinks she might just be what kills him.

“Lance Hunter,” he tells her when he meets her, sunglasses on his sunburnt nose. His bag is slung over one shoulder, an injured one that’s never fully healed and that’s niggled him ever since, but when he looks at her it’s like he doesn’t feel it. Her hair is blonde, almost brighter than the sun, and this mission that he’s dreaded, tossed and turned over, doesn’t feel so terrible when he looks into her eyes.

“Bobbi Morse.”

His gut churns over, insides turning sour, and his brain, unaccustomed to filtering, lets uncensored thoughts spill out of his mouth.

“A Yank? Bloody fantastic.”

Instantly her smile, which he has to admit was cordial at best, vanishes, as if evaporating in the midday sun.

“Charming already so I see.” And her tone is frigid and makes him shiver even in this blasted heat and when she walks past him, even though he shouldn’t, he turns and looks after her and watches as she walks away.

-x-

That night, at dinner, he tries again.

They’re camped someway out in the desert, between rocks and boulders that make him feel so very far from home. The campfire is roaring, compliments to Mack, and other members of the team are beginning to line up with their mess tins and ration packs, chatting away as if they’ve been lifelong friends and not only met each other the day before.

Lance Hunter isn’t afraid. He was SAS, a special soldier, and as such there’s no room for it, or there never has been. He’d always been so focussed on his work that everything else just vanished out of his head, including his fear that he always convinced himself he never had in the first place.

But that was when he was part of a group, a band of brothers, and things are different now. He’s on his own. By choice, yes, by necessity for his sanity, but it’s just him and his own head and there’s no longer anything to keep the fear at bay.

He’s never been afraid around woman, not really. It’s the one thing he’s got, the one thing he’s retained throughout the nightmare of his life so far. He is smooth, charming without meaning to, and he fully uses it to his advantage. And it works.

On everyone except Miss Bobbi Morse.

There’s something about her, even in those first few seconds he met her, that turns him into how he’s always imagined those more inferior men might feel around women. His heart had beat quickly in his chest, his mouth had turned dry, and so she didn’t know, couldn’t tell that he was more nervous than he had been in recent memory, he had insulted her with the first thing that had come into his head which was, admittedly, a very cheap shot.

It makes him cringe to think about it now, so deeply that he thinks he may fold in half from it. However, he manages to summon up his courage and when they are in the queue for water, he taps her on the shoulder, an apology on the tip of his tongue.

“I’m not interested, Hunter,” she says, not even turning to look at him.

Instantly he feels affronted but instead of backing away he grits his teeth and says, “I was just going to apologise.”

“I don’t care,” she sighs. “You don’t mean it.”

He feels himself slipping, and his tone is more defensive than he means it to be when he says, “I do. I shouldn’t have spoken like that to you. I had just met you. It was wrong.”

“It’s not gonna work.”

He frowns. “What isn’t?”

Bobbi whips around, fast as lightning. Her eyes glitter in the firelight. “If I were a man would you be apologising to me? You don’t mean it. I don’t doubt you feel embarrassed about it but that’s only because at some point you imagine sleeping with me. Let me tell you one thing right now: that’s never gonna happen.”

“Oi! That’s not fair. You don’t even know me or what’s in my head.”

She cocks her head. “So you’re telling me you didn’t have visions of sleeping with me?”

Hunter frowns deeper. Okay, so he had imagined it, but only very briefly, a passing thought. He hadn’t imagined it in detail, it was only a what if, and it had vanished as soon as he had opened his big mouth. He wouldn’t dare follow it through after that. He is a gentleman, after all.

“You don’t know me,” he says. “You have no idea what I was thinking.”

“No, but I’ve met your kind before. The same way you’ve clearly met us Yanks before.” Her mouth makes a tight smile and his heart definitely does not skip a beat in his chest. “You’re all the same.”

And she walks away for the second time, leaving him utterly speechless and utterly at a loss as to what to do next.

-x-

The stars are shining when he, Lance Hunter, decides, for the third and final time, to try again.

It’s later. Very late. The fire is still roaring so they don’t all freeze to death in their tents and Hunter stands in front of it, rubbing his hands together to stave off the frostbite. His tentmates, both Americans and loud snorers, hadn’t even noticed as he had slipped out from beside them.

“Bloody Yanks,” he murmurs, blowing on his hands.

“Can’t you think of any other insult?”

He spins around. Bobbi Morse stands there in the firelight, her hair golden and her face distinctly unimpressed.

He sighs. “’Bloody Yanks’ pretty much sums everything up nicely, I think.”

Bobbi laughs. “Of course you do.”

Her voice is soft, however, her face devoid of any real annoyance, and she comes to stand next to him, rubbing her hands and blowing on them the same way that Hunter just did. He stands and watches, mouth agape.

“What?” She asks, almost laughing. “What are you staring at?”

“Nothing,” he says with a smile on his face, but he is very clearly looking at her.

They stand there for a second, side by side, warming their hands on an open fire. The night around them is cold and dark, unnervingly quiet, but right here at the centre it’s warm and the crackling of the fire reminds him that he’s alive.

“Why you out here?”

Bobbi shrugs. “Can’t sleep. First night in a new place and all, plus the jet lag’s a killer. You?”

Hunter shrugs. “Have trouble sleeping in general.”

She nods like she understands, and maybe she does. It would be nice, Hunter thinks, to be understood for once.

“Where were you before this?”

They still aren’t looking at each other, both looking into the fire. Maybe that’s why he finds it easier to spill his truth. “SAS.”

“Must have been tough.”

He shrugs, but it’s not as free as the last one. “It was. Saw some things, did some things. Now I’m here.” He turns to her. “What about you?”

She still doesn’t look at him but her face softens. “I’m where I’ve always been,” she says at last. “I like it and I’m good at it. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

He knows the feeling. It’s how he once felt once upon a time, when he was in a different place and a different time with a different set of people all around him. His band of brothers. He had felt invincible with them around.

They’re all gone now, some more permanently than others. Now he works alone, and he tries to tell himself that he likes it better this way.

“Listen, love,” he says, and this time she looks up at him. She’s ready to be annoyed, he can tell, but something in his tone stops her from going straight there. “I’m sorry for what I said about you. It wasn’t fair.”

“Apology accepted,” she says solemnly, but then the corners of her mouth quirk up into a smile. “You meant it though, didn’t you?”

This woman could kill him and he thinks he might let her. He grins slightly. “I did, but it’s not the point. Should have given you at least five minutes.”

She laughs. “Seems fair.”

He can’t explain it. In fact it’s something that is, by its very nature, indescribable. They don’t talk much more after that, both concentrating on keeping their hands warm instead. It’s a comfortable silence though, and he feels like he’d be quite happy to stay here for a very long time.

Eventually, though, Bobbi turns to him and says, “Well I’m off to go sleep. I hope the Yanks don’t keep you up all night.” She moves away from the fire. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Bob,” he says without thinking about it, and he’s absorbed in his own thoughts that he misses the way her catches, the little swallow in her throat that he’ll find out later is a nervous tick of hers she’ll pretend she doesn’t have.

“Hey, Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever need someone to talk about the nightmares with then I’m here.” She shrugs. “If you want.”

There’s nothing he can force past the very large lump that has suddenly appeared in his throat. How she can see right through him is a mystery that he’ll spend the rest of his life trying to figure out. All he can do is press his lips together and nod.

Hunter watches as she walks away and even as he slips back to his own tent, crawls between the two snoring men, he cannot seem to forget the encounter. It replays over and over again in is mind until, eventually, it lulls him to sleep.

In the morning he gives up his place in the breakfast line to come and stand next to her. Later on she gives him half of the granola bar from her ration pack. Neither of them say anything about it.

Lance Hunter meets Bobbi Morse in a desert that’s full of wonderful things, and yet there is nothing more wonderful, he thinks, than the colour of her eyes.

[apathbacktoyou]

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 “I’m wearing the dress,”she countered,“I’m drinking something with an umbrella in it. I’m not even making fun of fuck knows what’s going on with your hair.”

 She plucked at one of those ridiculous curls that had started developing not long after they’d boarded the ship, watching it spring back into place and biting back a chuckle at Kasius’ scandalised look.

 “It’s the humidity,”he said and patted at his hair a little sheepishly.

for @quakeriderwritersguild‘s first time challenge with the prompt ‘first vacation’

[acerobbiereyes]

For @quakeriderwritersguild First Time Challenge

My prompt was “First Home”

Ao3

When Daisy was growing up, she'd never had someplace to call 'home'. There were plenty of opportunities with her foster families, but they always sent her back. And St. Agnes wasn't any better, just building filled strict nuns. Pretty quickly, she realized that if she wanted a home - a family, she'd have to go out and find it for herself. Determined to find one that'd be better than what had picked for her.

So that's exactly what she did. In SHIELD, of all places. The big brother organization she had wanted (at one point) to expose. Within its ranks, she found her family - Coulson, May, Fitz, and Simmons. With them, she found a purpose, even after it fell. Together they had seen amazing things, impossible things, but on the heels of those impossible things came plenty of loss. New members of her small family taken harshly away. It was tough and exhausting, but not enough to knock them down or out. Just made her family and her mission all the stronger. SHIELD was her home and after nearly a decade with it, she was sure that would never change.

Until she met Robbie.

To say she and Robbie got off on the wrong foot was an understatement. Beating each other up in a salvage yard was certainly not the way she imagined meeting the guy who would quickly worm his way into her life and heart. It shouldn't have been so surprising, her life rarely left room for normal meetings to happen, and Robbie was very sweet once you got past his pointy exterior. It was easy, falling in love with him, even if between SHIELD and The Rider made it somewhat hard to stay with him. But they made it work, somehow, someway.

The real surprise came later, when she was watching TV with him. Sprawled out on the couch, her legs in his lap, her thoughts idle. She spent most of her free time (and some of her not so free time) with him these days, here in his house. But that sentence didn't feel quite right, it wasn't just his home anymore.

Daisy let her gaze focus on Robbie, who was absentmindedly rubbing circles around her ankle. Somewhere along the way, her home had moved. SHIELD was still a home, a family. But Robbie had taken up residence in that space of her heart, without her realizing it. Somewhere along the way, Robbie's house had become theirs, just as he had become hers.

"Hey? Robbie?"

He tilted his head to gaze at her. "Hmm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Chica."

And Daisy felt happier than she'd been in along time.

[stanningjay2]

“The Things We Say”

Peak Fitzsimmons: they’re having one conversation while each one is really having a different conversation, but each one’s different conversation is actually also the same conversation.

My prompt for the Quakerider Writers’ Guild Valentine Challenge was Fitzsimmons + First Late Night in the Lab

I hope y’all enjoy reading!

[queen-of-love-and-beauty]

I’m gonna work on my prompt for AoS Valentine’s Day Challenge tonight.

Can you guess which pairing I’m writing and what the rating is gonna be? 😹😹😹

[soulofevil]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Robbie Reyes/Antoine Triplett Characters: Robbie Reyes, Antoine Triplett Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Fluff, First Meetings Summary:

Competition isn't the only thing heating up the quidditch match.

No Six Sentence Sunday for me, instead I finished this! Some Legacyrider for the @quakeriderwritersguild​‘s First Challenge! Thanks @teamspaceaos​, @acerobbiereyes​ and @oh-my-hades​ for all the Harry Potter stuff that prompted this!

@aosficnet2​

[theclaravoyant]

Dancing with our hands tied (a Quakerider playlist)

Happy @quakeriderwritersguild Valentines Challenge! Unfortunately now that 8tracks is not working, I have no playlist-compiling platform but I didn’t think of that! So please click on each song to link to the Youtube video.

The theme was “firsts” and my prompt was “first dance” - I may have took it a little liberally, but I hope you enjoy!

(note: some songs contain sexual, drinking and/or drug references)

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied - Taylor Swift

Sucker Punch - Sigrid

Survivors - Selena Gomez

Heaven in Hiding - Halsey

Faster - Matt Nathanson

Stranger - Tove Lo

Think About Us - Little Mix ft. Ty Dolla Sign

Perfect Places - Lorde

Last Dance - Dua Lipa

[apathbacktoyou]

paradise

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kasius/Sinara (Marvel) Characters: Sinara (Marvel), Kasius (Marvel) Additional Tags: Lingerie, Sex Club, Semi-Public Sex Series: Part 7 of lou does the kink bingo 2020 Summary:

Sinara always assumed the capital was full of pretentious, stuffy parties. She was right about there being parties.

for @mcukinkbingo and @quakeriderwritersguild‘s first time challenge (first time buying lingerie)

[ao3feed-fitzsimmons]

Something Special

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38d5pvk

by LibbyWeasley

Fitz and Jemma's first time cooking together isn't what they expected.

Words: 1049, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons

Relationships: Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons

Additional Tags: Cooking, First Time, Sci-Ops Era, and they were ROOMMATES, QWG First Time Challenge

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38d5pvk