#and then fitz is like. this is my girlfriend jemma and her boyfriend. who she found on a hostile alien planet.
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would be really funny to make a relationship chart for all the relationships in aos currently (couple eps into season 3) because its just ward at the center with "hates and wants to kill" lines between him and literally every single other person
#and then also. the ex fuckbuddies line between him and may#and the ex in love with line (one way) between him and daisy#god the ward/may relationship is. so unhinged. they are emotionless fuckbuddies. who are hiding it from everyone else.#and then ward's evil and they're trying to kill eachother and when trying to murder may with a table saw#ward is like ''reminds me of good old times''#which is fine. on its on.#except MAY replies with ''you were never on top'' and then brains him so like#MAY PEGS? CANON? CANON MELINDA MAY STRAP GAME???#;lakjsdfasdf its just really funny#also all the fucking divorced lines. god.#the Has Tension But No Action (Yet) lines are off the charts#and then fitz is like. this is my girlfriend jemma and her boyfriend. who she found on a hostile alien planet.#hes been there for 14 years and was tossed in there because. hydra-in-nasa weird rock death cult#also god. the nasa death cult. my beloved. its so funny.#HOW DO YOU EVEN PITCH THAT. IN 2002. like. yes hello. hi nasa. im Government Man (evil) and i have Easy and Cheap space travel for you#nasa: oh? how?#Government Man (evil): you just uhhhhh. toss a guy in this rock. lol.#nasa: ...do they come back?#government man (evil): its a possibility
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The Welcome Christmas Surprise (Natasha Romanoff x Wife! Reader)
3rd Person POV
Natasha wakes early Christmas Eve morning, watching her wife sleep. (Y/n) had taken to sleeping on her side, facing Natasha, recently.
Natasha smiles tenderly at the (H/c) haired woman, resting her head back on her memory foam pillow, her dark ginger hair splayed out on the pillow.
(Y/n) shifts drowsily, her hand coming to rest lightly on her stomach.
Natasha turns to her side, watching her wife with a soft look in her eyes.
The door squeaks softly as the Bohemian Shepherd puppy sticks his head into the room.
Bear springs lightly onto the bed and lies down at (Y/n)’s feet.
(Y/n) sleepily opens her eyes, smiling drowsily at Natasha. “Morning, Nat,” (Y/n) says, blinking at the light streaming through the burgundy curtains.
"Morning, Love," Natasha says, leaning over, and placing a kiss on (Y/n)'s lips.
(Y/n) lets out a happy little hum, shifting closer towards her wife; her eyes fluttering closed again.
But then, (Y/n)'s eyes flash open. "What time is it?" she asks, panicking slightly.
"Hey," Natasha soothes, rubbing her thumb atop her wife's hand. "It's only eight."
(Y/n) lets out an uncomfortable noise as she raises herself from the bed, and Natasha moves her wife's pillow against the wooden headboard, and (Y/n) rests her back against the pillow.
(Y/n) turns her head slightly to the right, and smiles at Natasha.
"The others should be here around three," Natasha tells (Y/n), and the (H/c) haired woman nods thoughtfully.
Natasha and (Y/n) had bought their own house a few weeks ago, just before they had gotten married. The other Avengers, as well as Daisy, Wanda's girlfriend, Pepper, and Morgan, were coming for Christmas, and to also see the house with the couple's things in it, for the first time.
"I think I should make Christmas dinner," (Y/n) tells Natasha, a teasing glint in her eyes.
"I agree," Natasha says with a chuckle.
"Yeah, but you better help," (Y/n) says with a laugh.
"Yeah, but I burn water, so," Natasha says and (Y/n)'s eyes flicker with amusement.
"You can cut potatoes," (Y/n) replies simply.
Natasha smiles and (Y/n) leans over, placing a kiss on the redhead's lips before she gets up from the bed and walks over to the bathroom. Bear jumps up and trots after the woman before she can close the door.
A few minutes later, (Y/n) emerges from the bathroom, wearing a pair of jeans, and a Stitch Christmas sweater.
Bear trots at (Y/n)'s feet before he jumps onto the bed.
(Y/n) smiles at her wife before she climbs back into the bed, moving to snuggle up to Natasha's side, the redhead wrapping an arm around (Y/n)'s waist, pulling the (H/c) haired woman even closer. (Y/n) rests her head against Natasha's shoulder and she begins fiddling with the ends of Natasha's hair.
"You're so quiet today," Natasha says, looking at (Y/n) thoughtfully.
"I'm just excited to give you my gift," (Y/n) says simply, her eyes sparkling. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm off to start dinner at eight-thirty in the morning."
Natasha chuckles and (Y/n) kisses her cheek before getting up from the bed, Bear trotting after her.
Around two-o-clock, Wanda Maximoff, and (Y/n)'s cousin, Daisy Johnson arrive.
Wanda hugs (Y/n) tightly and Daisy smiles at her cousin brightly.
"Here, Wanda made this," Daisy tells (Y/n), handing her a nine by thirteen casserole dish of sweet potato casserole.
Daisy smiles at her girlfriend as (Y/n) takes the dish.
"Thanks, Tremors," (Y/n) nudges Daisy, "and you, Wanda."
"No problem," Wanda says, following (Y/n) into the kitchen as Daisy takes the bag of gifts that she was carrying and sets it by the Christmas tree. Natasha smiles at the brunette as Daisy sits down on the couch, the two beginning to chat animatedly.
"I'm making pie," (Y/n) says, smiling down at Wanda. "Wanna help?"
"Of course," Wanda says.
"Pumpkin or pecan or both?" (Y/n) asks, pulling ingredients from the pantry.
"Daisy's favorite is pecan and everyone likes pumpkin, so, I'd say both," Wanda says, making (Y/n) laugh.
"So, how are you and Daisy?" (Y/n) asks as she and Wanda start.
"Good," Wanda says, smiling at the thought. "How are you and Nat?" the girl liked to keep tabs on her mentors.
"Good," (Y/n) grins down at the piecrust she was rolling out.
"You're so excited about something," Wanda says, noticing the change in (Y/n)'s behavior.
It wasn't as though (Y/n) wasn't ever cheerful, but Wanda notes that she seemed a lot more excited and cheerful at the moment. Wanda chalks it to be Christmas spirit and drops it.
The doorbell rings again, and Natasha stands up from her seat next to Daisy. Natasha opens the door and smiles at Tony and Pepper, and their young daughter Morgan.
"Hey, Red," Tony says, setting down a box of gifts and hugging his daughter-in-law.
"Hi, Tony."
"Hi, Nat," Pepper smiles at the redhead, a covered dish in her hands.
"Pepper," Natasha nods to the auburn-haired woman.
"Hi, Natty," Morgan says happily, jumping into Natasha's arms.
"Heya Morgan," Natasha hugs the little girl. "Come on in, you guys," Natasha steps aside so the three could walk inside.
Tony carries the box of gifts and set them around the tree while Pepper carries the dish into the kitchen where she finds (Y/n) and Wanda sliding four pies - one pecan and three pumpkin - into the oven, and she sets the dish on the counter.
"Pepper!" (Y/n) rushes over to hug her step-mother.
Pepper laughs, returning the hug warmly, "Hi, (Y/n), Wanda."
The witch smiles at Pepper and accepts the hug Pepper offers.
"It's good to see you, (Y/n)," Pepper says as she sits down on one of the barstools against the island.
"As am I," (Y/n) says, sliding a ham out of a second oven.
"You've been busy?" Pepper asks.
"Well, you know Tasha can't cook, but it hasn't been too bad," (Y/n) answers, looking up from the mashed potatoes and gravy on the stovetop. "She helped me chop a lot of things."
By three-fifteen, everyone had arrived. Steve, his boyfriend Bucky, Sam, (Y/n)'s uncle Rhodey, Bruce, Clint, Laura, Lila, Cooper, Nathanial, Maria Hill, Phil Coulson, and his team - Mack, Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz, Melinda May, and Elena Rodriguez - and finally Bobbi Morse and Lance Hunter.
Phil walks into the kitchen to find his honorary daughter pulling things out of one of the ovens.
"Hi, (Y/n)," he says, taking a potholder and pulling things out of the second.
"Dad, when did you guys get here?" (Y/n) asks, looking over at Coulson.
"The team and I got here a few minutes ago. Let's just say Cap was a little surprised to see me," Coulson says and (Y/n) chuckles.
"Wanna help me carry this out into the dining room?" (Y/n) asks, grabbing a dish from off the granite countertop.
As Natasha sees (Y/n) and Coulson bringing out dishes, she excuses herself from her conversation with Wanda and Daisy and goes to help; a moment later, everyone was helping move food into the dining room.
Once everything, except the deserts, was on the table, Natasha nudges her wife into the chair at the head of the table.
(Y/n) stands up once everyone's seated at the table and everyone turns to look at her.
"We're really happy that you guys could come out today," (Y/n) says, then pauses. "That was the most formal sounding I've been in my whole life," she smiles and everyone chuckles. "Eat food, it's there," (Y/n) sits down, and everyone cheers.
Natasha smiles at her wife and passes her a bowl of mashed potatoes.
(Y/n) winks at Natasha as she takes a scoop of the potatoes and passes them to Wanda, who was sitting on her left.
The conversations at the dinner table were cheerful and Wanda, Pepper, and Jemma help (Y/n) clean the dishes before everyone sits around the living room to open gifts.
Natasha smiles as (Y/n) leans into her on one of the many couches in the living room.
"You okay?" Natasha murmurs in (Y/n)'s ear.
"Yeah, just a little tired," (Y/n) answers with a tender smile.
The group opens their gifts until (Y/n) gets up towards the end and grabs a final gift from the back of her closet.
(Y/n) stands in the doorway, watching as everyone opens their last gifts.
After a moment, (Y/n) walks over and kneels in front of Morgan.
"Wait until everyone is done, then open this one," (Y/n) murmurs in the girl's ear.
Morgan looks curiously at her older sister but then nods.
Natasha glances at (Y/n) as she walks back over and sits beside her on the couch, scooting over, their shoulders brushing.
(Y/n) suppresses a grin as Morgan opens her last gift from (Y/n).
Morgan looks excitedly up at (Y/n) as she reads what's written on the shirt.
"What does it say?" Tony asks, the excited look on his youngest daughter's eyes making him curious.
Morgan turns the shirt around so everyone can see what's written on it, Only the best sister gets promoted to an aunt.
Natasha looks wide-eyed at (Y/n) as everyone begins to give their congratulations.
(Y/n) nods and Natasha wraps her wife in a tight hug. "Are you really pregnant?" Natasha murmurs into (Y/n)'s ear.
"Yeah," (Y/n) breathes, placing a kiss on her wife's lips.
"I'm so excited," Natasha says, then looks over at Tony and Coulson, whose eyes were wide. "I think you broke your dads."
(Y/n) kisses Natasha on the cheek before walking over to Tony, being stopped a couple of times by her friends, who continue to offer their congratulations, but then move off to congratulate Natasha.
(Y/n) sits down beside Tony on the couch, and places a hand on his arm. This jolts Tony out of his reverie.
"Dad, are you okay?" (Y/n) asks, her worry showing in her eyes.
Tony's eyes soften, and he wraps his daughter in a hug.
(Y/n) lets out a laugh, returning the hug.
"I'm happy for you two," Tony says, pulling his daughter to look at her arm's length away.
"Aww, thanks Grandad," (Y/n) says with a small laugh, leaning forward and kissing her father on the cheek. "Love you. Now I've got to go shock Coulson out of his own reverie."
(Y/n) crosses the living room, glancing back over her shoulder at all their friends and family congregated around Natasha, and the bright smile on the redhead's face.
"Congratulations," Jemma says, bounding over to (Y/n) before she can reach Coulson.
"Thanks, Jemma," (Y/n) steps forward, wrapping her scientist friend in a tight hug.
"You going to help Coulson?" Jemma asks, her British accent prominent in her question.
"Sadly, he still gets shocked by things that come out of my mouth," (Y/n) grumbles.
"Well, good luck," Jemma says with a smile, and Fitz, who had walked over, grins at (Y/n).
As (Y/n) reaches Coulson, she sits down on the couch. The two have a similar conversation to (Y/n) and Tony's, and it ends with a hug.
"Now, go see your wife before she kills us all," Coulson says and (Y/n) looks over, catching Natasha's eye.
"I guess I will then," (Y/n) rises to her feet. "Love you, Dad."
Coulson smiles. "Love you too, kid."
(Y/n) crosses the living room, and makes her way through the group surrounding Natasha, and sitting down on the couch beside her. Natasha wraps her arm around (Y/n)'s waist, and (Y/n) lies her head on Natasha's shoulder.
After about half-an-hour, everyone clears out of the house, leaving Natasha and (Y/n) alone.
"I can't believe we're going to have kids," Natasha says, leaning her head against (Y/n)'s.
"I'm so excited," (Y/n) murmurs, closing her eyes. Bear jumps onto the couch, resting his head on her knee.
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*Phil giving the new agent a tour around the SHIELD base*
Phil: Well, Welcome to our base! This is going to be your room where you stay!
"Oh cool, and who are those guys?"
*points at the room w everyone*
Phil: Ah! These are my kids. Let me introduce you to each of them. That is Bobbi Morse, the eldest one
*Points at Bobbi furiously twirling her batons while pacing back and forth*
And the guy furiously playing video games with the other three is the second born, Alphonso Mackenzie
Mack: DIE DIE DIE
Daisy: MACK STOP TAKING MY AMMO ISTG
Phil: Aaand that's my youngest one, aka my favorite, Daisy Johnson. She's an Inhuman, just like Mack' girlfriend, Yo-Yo Rodriguez
Yo-Yo: HUNTER YOU SUCK
Hunter: Oh Bloddy Hell!!! I'LL KNOCK YOUR TEETH OFF
Phil: And also Daisy's twin, Lincoln
*pans to Lincoln sleeping on the couch while snuggling with Joey*
"Wait who's that??"
Phil: Oh that's Joey, Lincoln's boyfriend
"O..kay..and who's the guy eating pizzas on the corner?"
Phil: ah, that's Antoine Triplett, my third kid.
"And those two who're playing chess quietly??"
"Ah, that's Leo Fitz, my fourth kid. Smart. And she's his fiance, Jemma Simmons
*pans to Fitz slowly losing against Jemma*
"O...kay... I'm assuming that's everyone??"
Phil: Oh, no, we still hav-
*May walks in while dragging an unconscious man in a suit*
May: He wasn't going to corporate so i had to show him who had the upper hand
Phil: and this is my wife, Melinda May!
May: Oh, you're the new recruit? Enjoy it while it lasts. *walks away*
Phil: isn't she the greatest 😊
"......"
Daisy: HUNTER HEAL ME IM DYING
Yo-Yo: DAMNIT I MISSED
Bobbi: *aggresive twirling*
Hunter: DAISY YOU FUCKING TOOK MY LAST AID KIT
Mack: GUYS! STAY. TOGETHER.
Jemma: Checkma-
Fitz: *shoves out the chess board and leaves*
Tripp: *accidentally chocked on the pizza* h..hElp-
Lincoln: zzzzzZzzZzz
".... Is it to late to quit"
#agents of shield#aos#marvel shield#agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.#joey gutierrez#lincoln campbell#bobbi morse#antoine triplett#daisy johnson#alphonso mackenzie#yoyo rodriguez#lance hunter#phil coulson#melinda may#phillinda#Joeylinc#Fitzsimmons#yoyomack#huntingbird#joey x lincoln#AOS season 3
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I swear if they don't relax, they're going to snap in half. about Bobbi and Fitz by Hunter
So, this turned into Fitzhuntingbird, Skimmons, and a HunterDaisy brotp all at once, and I would gladly write this dynamic a million times over!
17. I swear I don’t relax, they’re going to snap in half.
Hunter was watching his partners in the lab, huddled over the workstation with their heads together. It felt like that was all he’d done recently, watch from afar, unable to reach them. They’d barely come back to the bunk in days, stumbling in long past midnight and leaving before dawn. Hunter had barely seen them, and it was starting to grate on his nerves. He hadn’t kissed his boyfriend or hugged his girlfriend in days. They lived in the same bunk, and ate in the same kitchen, and worked at the same job, and somehow, he hadn’t spent any time with them. It would be fine if they were long distance, or if any of the other things weren’t true, but they were supposed to be there for each other. That was supposed to be the benefit of living on base, working in the same place they lived.
“You look frustrated,” Daisy said one afternoon, leaning against the counter next to him. “You okay?”
“It’s Bobbi and Fitz.”
“What about them?”
“I haven’t really seen them,” he said. “I haven’t -”
“I get it. Jemma and I haven’t had time to ourselves either, and I get it.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. Ever since they’d met, he’d felt some kind of connection, some kind of kinship with Daisy. They’d both fallen in love with the smartest people on base, workaholics unable to let go of their work until it was done to the detriment of themselves.
“I just want an hour with them,” he sighed.
“An hour, huh?” she teased. “I can think of a lot of things you could get up to in an hour.”
He looked into the lab again from where they were leaning, and he could see Bobbi’s blonde hair fall over her shoulder as she leaned down, brushing over the workstation table. Fitz pushed it behind her ear, and they kept working.
"I know they need to do this. They're going to save the world or the day or whatever. It’s selfish to want them to step away when they’re doing good, important work in the world. But, look at them, Daise. I swear if they don't relax, they're going to snap in half."
"Yeah, Bobbi does look a little tense."
"I don't know what to do. I have literally tried everything."
"Wow, you haven't seduced them out of their stress. You're slipping, Hunter."
"You're mean, Johnson."
She laughed, bright and wonderful, and looked at them then at him.
"An hour, huh. Why don’t you plan a nice date night, and - I could probably help, actually. I can get them out of the lab, if you want my help at least. I could get you an hour at the very least, and maybe even longer if you play your cards right."
"You actually think that would work?"
"Yeah, I think so.” She paused and looked at them and then at Jemma who was sorting samples on the other side of the work station, considering. “They need a night off even if they haven't realized it yet, both your partners and mine, and we can provide that to them."
"Okay. Yes. I like this. What's your plan?"
She grinned, and nodded them away from the lab to discuss and plan.
#agents of shield#fitzhuntingbird#hunterdaisy brotp#lance hunter#daisy johnson#prompt tag#hey nonny nonny#Anonymous
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triple star system
written for @agentsofchallenges fluff bingo, “stargazing” square
Will is allowed to leave the base for the first time since returning to Earth, and he knows exactly what he wants to do.
As if their lives weren't already constituted entirely of insanity and science fiction tropes, they were being dragged out into the middle of a field, the sun low on the horizon while a blanket was laid out in the dry grass.
"Why are we out here? It's freezing cold, and it's getting dark, and why can't we just watch a movie in the bunk like we planned?" Fitz frowned and tugged his cardigan around himself that much tighter, shaking his head. "We could have had tea, and cuddling, and warmth..."
"Fitz, everything you just listed off involves warmth."
"Yes, because I'm cold."
With a soft smile, Jemma shook her head and stepped over to his side to wrap her arms around his waist. He was still all but pouting, even when she leaned up to kiss his cheek and squeezed her arms around him that much tighter. "Is this any better?"
"No..." The single syllable came out in a low grumble while he leaned into her, one of his arms slipping around her shoulders to keep her close. He was still cold, and one hug wouldn't fix that, but he wasn't going to push her away, either. Hugs were nice, and he liked to take advantage of the fact that he had two important people in his life who were almost always willing to give them to him.
They both looked over when their boyfriend straightened up, using his foot to adjust the corner of the blanket before looking over at them with a soft smile. Ever since Will had returned to earth, he'd been poked and prodded and examined by a team in medical, only recently given permission to leave the base as long as he had an escort - the people he chose to escort him just happened to come as a team. And he knew that laying between them under the stars would be a comfortable experience, based on the fact that he'd spent the last month sleeping in that exact spot, sans the night sky overhead.
He arched a brow at them before stepping slightly to the side to reveal a small collection of thermoses at the edge of the blanket, each a different color and impossible to see inside for what they contained. "Good news, Fitz, I can give you all three of those things. The blue one has your tea in it, with the diabetes inducing amount of sugar you like. As for the cuddling, that's kind of what the blanket is for."
Letting out a gentle gasp, Fitz kissed Jemma's hair before pulling away so that he could step forward and collect his drink. He could feel the warmth of the drink through the insulated plastic, a smile pulling at his lips for the first time since they left the base. "You're my hero."
Will paused for a moment, his expression turning to one of confusion while he turned his gaze toward their girlfriend a few feet away. "He jumped through a portal without knowing if he would live or die, twice, to save us from an unknown fate on a planet that he knew next to nothing about. And I'm a hero because I brought tea?"
Jemma shrugged and stepped over, shaking her head with a smile. "Fitz is very easy to please. He's like a cat. He needs to be fed, watered, and held, but only on his schedule, or he'll bite you."
The Scotsman shook his head, his cheeks turning pink while he moved to sit down on the blanket and twisted the lid off the thermos in his hands. "Jemma... You and I both know I'm more likely to swat or scratch than I am to bite anyone." With a low, happy hum, he took a sip of the hot tea from the thermos and shifted so he could pull his legs closer to his chest. "I don't know why you dragged us all the way out here, but I don't even care anymore. This is the best tea I've ever had. Do whatever you want."
Will nodded slowly, taking a moment to think over his next words before letting out a sigh. "I'm not going to risk this entire relationship just because you gave me a really good opening for a dirty joke. Jemma, your tea is in the green one. If anyone touches my hot chocolate, I'll reopen that stupid portal and push them in it. And then get you back, obviously, because I'm not a horrible person, but my point still stands. Now, let's get cozy, because I haven't seen the night sky from earth in a decade and a half, and I wanna see how many constellations I still remember."
Fitz closed the thermos again before laying back on the blanket with a smile, shaking his head. "Yeah, okay, okay. Next time, just bring enough cocoa for all of us and we won't have that problem."
With a shake of her head, Jemma moved to lay down next to him and grabbed her own thermos. "Play nice, boys. No one is going back to Maveth, and definitely not over something like hot cocoa. We can snuggle for warmth while we look at the stars, and then you have to be nice to each other, or you'll freeze."
Letting his shoulders relax, Will gazed down at them for a few moments before grabbing the last, red thermos from the edge of the blanket and laying down next to them. There was a beat of quiet before he recognized a familiar pattern in the stars above them, one of the many constellations he had never been able to find in Maveth's night sky. "Fitz, it's you."
Two pairs of eyes followed his pointing finger, a scoff filling the quiet air. "Yes, very funny. You found Leo, and my name is Leo, haha. I don't hear that on my birthday every year. Everyone knows how to find that one - the real challenge is finding a constellation that doesn't correspond with the zodiac."
"Like Serpens," Jemma piped up, shifting her weight so that she could point closer to the opposite horizon, the stars more visible while the sun sank out of sight. "Alya's rather bright, tonight, right at the end of the tail... It's a triple star system."
"Two stars," Fitz corrected with a shake of his head. "Technically, the third star isn't a part of Alya, just Theta Serpentis. It just happens to look like it's close to the others because of the angle we see it all, but it's actually like a hundred lightyears away from the other two."
"Theta Serpentis and Alya are the same thing, Fitz. And the third star is only about seventy lightyears away from the others. It counts as part of the system, honorarily."
"But it's not even close to-"
"So it's like us?" Will turned his head to look over at them, his voice careful in the darkness that had settled in around them. "I mean... you two come as a pair, so you're the AB system. And then there's me... I'm here. Honorarily. So I'm like the distant star C..."
Jemma smiled and took his hand in hers, shaking her head. "Much more than just honorarily, love. Right, Fitz?"
She turned her head again to look over at the Scotsman on the other side of her, giving him a pointed look. "Uh... well... you're only using this to win the argument about Alya, so while I agree that Will is more than just our honorary boyfriend, I want to make it clear that I still think you're wrong."
"Ugh, Fitz! We're trying to be romantic, so could you just...?"
With a sigh, Fitz shook his head and let himself relax into the blanket that protected them from the grass and dirt. "Okay, okay, fine. Yes, like us. There's three of us, so it's very poetic that Jemma's favorite star is actually a three star system. Especially when that three star system happens to include a star that's separated from the other two by lightyears and galaxies and weird ancient portals... because they're still one system, anyway, on a technicality."
"Fitz."
"That's the best you're getting out of me. I'm cold, and I'm right, and we could have had this discussion in bed."
Will laughed at them, shaking his head while he gave Jemma's fingers a squeeze. "We got our grumpy boyfriend to agree to a romantic analogy, Jem, that's a miracle in itself. We should take what we can get, and really, I'm fine with being a technicality. He wouldn't be Fitz if he didn't fight it."
There was a bit of shifting while they all moved closer together, sweatered arms pressed together while they pointed out different stars and constellations for hours. It was when the tea ran out and the chill set in through his cardigan that Fitz rolled over so that part of his weight was leaned against their girlfriend, his arm extended toward the one thermos that still had anything in it that was remotely warm.
His fingers wrapped around the red plastic, pulling it over two bodies before sitting up and twisting the lid off so that he could take a sip. He hummed as soon as the chocolate hit his tongue, only for the sound to turn into a gasp when an arm wrapped around his waist. The tug to his torso sent the thermos out of his hand, cocoa spilling onto the edge of the blanket and into the grass.
"What did I say about my hot chocolate? Alright, Jem, we have to take him back to the base. I have a threat to carry out."
"No..." With a pout, Fitz shook his head and let out a huff when his back hit the blanket again, the solid weight of the former astronaut settling between his legs and pinning him down. "Now it's all gone, and you're going to throw me to a desert planet with no hot beverages and I'm gonna die there, cold and alone."
"No, you're not."
"I am. Jemma, he's gonna let me- oh." The sentence was cut off when lips found his neck, trailing kisses to the edge of his collar and effectively derailing his train of thought. "Okay... this is nice..."
With a smirk, Will kissed his skin again before pulling back slowly. "I know plenty of ways that we can all warm up, but that still involves taking you back to the base."
Jemma rolled her eyes at them, shaking her head while she got to her feet. "Alright, clean everything up and we can head back. I'm sure we can be plenty warm by the time the sun rises again."
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Lighthouse Lockdown (AoS, ft. Fitzskimmons)
“Are you kidding me,” May asked, except it wasn’t really a question.
Deke made a sound that was kind of a murmur and sort of a squeak.
“I don’t think he’s kidding you, May,” Coulson grimaced, but really it was almost a smile.
“If it’s not aliens, it’s this lemon-giving idiot,” Mack muttered, and Yo-Yo just laughed.
“Hey, it’s tradition where I’m from!” Deke defended himself.
“You mean when you’re from,” Yo-Yo smirked.
“So let me get this straight,” May asked, and Coulson was definitely barely hiding a smile now. “You accidentally triggered some fifty year old protocol that locked down this entire base just because you were bored?”
Deke’s eyes widened as he looked between Mack, Yo-Yo, and Coulson.
“Um... no?”
“I’m going for a walk,” May sighed heavily.
“At least the corridors are long!” Deke tried. He couldn’t see May’s scowl turning into a vague smirk as she shook her head and walked away.
“Just... not helpful, man,” Mack put a hand on Deke’s shoulder as he, too, strolled off.
Yo-Yo followed Mack, and Coulson followed May.
“But what do I do? The whole base is locked down! That means I don’t get to go outside. Or have ice cream that doesn’t come from a can!”
“The lockdown will lift eventually,” Coulson shrugged as he walked away.
“Well what about Daisy and Fitz? Can’t they help make it go faster?”
“It’s their day off,” Yo-Yo called over her shoulder. “I think they’re a little occupied with their girlfriend.”
“That’s my grandma you’re talking about!” Deke’s voice definitely cracked this time. He sighed and jogged after Mack and Yo-Yo.
Mack was a damn good cook, and if they were locked down, he was at least going to get some pancakes out of it.
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“Are you kidding me?” Daisy deadpanned, slamming her index finger down on the spacebar ineffectually. It was more irritated rage than because she thought it would be effective.
“What did Deke do now?” Jemma asked without looking up from the book she was reading, Fitz’s head in her lap, his legs on Daisy’s lap, just under her laptop.
“He locked down the base. Again.”
“Isn’t that the fourth time this month?” Fitz groaned.
“Fifth,” Jemma answered, still not looking up from her book, still unfazed. “But honestly, this is our only day off together this week, it’s not like we were going to go anywhere anyway.”
“So quick to defend your grandson,” Fitz muttered.
“Our grandson.”
“You guys really need to stop reminding us all of that, it’s weird.”
“Why, because it sort of makes you his grandma, too?” Fitz asked, scrunching up his face like he used to, smiling like he used to, before Hydra, before Hive, before the Framework. Before... just... before.
Jemma and Daisy’s hearts both leaped to see it, because maybe he would get to the other side of... everywhere they’d been.
Still. Daisy put her laptop down and tickled his feet.
He squealed like he had when he’d seen Jemma as a child in the mind prison, and Daisy laughed, hard. Jemma finally put down her book - tossed it down, really - and joined Daisy in her tickle war on their boyfriend.
Well, Jemma’s husband, Daisy’s boyfriend, but they were forever, the three of them, so what did words really matter?
Fitz effectively ceased their attack by pulling Jemma on top of him for a kiss. She sighed into his mouth and reached for Daisy’s hand, who took it immediately and took Jemma’s index finger between her lips.
“Whatever will we get up to during yet another lockdown?” Jemma wondered as she flipped Fitz over with one arm, just like Daisy did to her all the time, pulling him up into sitting position so she could tug off his sweater.
Daisy kissed tenderly at his faded top surgery scars even as she giggled against his skin.
“I don’t know, Simmons,” Fitz tried his hardest to keep his voice somewhat neutral as he watched Jemma watch Daisy watch him. He bent his head to kiss Daisy’s forehead. “Based on the results of previous experiments, it seems like the logical conclusion is -”
“Is you shutting up and kissing me?” Daisy asked, and Jemma laughed lightly as Fitz tilted her chin up to bring Daisy’s lips to his.
“So pouty,” he murmured. He’d never been confident like this, cocky.
And Jemma still preferred him in cardigans, but there was something... baller, as Daisy would say... about the way he smiled self-assuredly into kissing Daisy.
But there was also something so tender, so perfectly Fitz, about the way he caressed Daisy’s cheek and gently slid his hand up Jemma’s thigh even as he deepened their kiss.
Daisy pushed him down and straddled him with a soft chuckle as she kissed Jemma and went to take off her own shirt and -
And Deke burst into the door that all three of them swore they’d locked.
“Hey guys, since the base is locked down, did you want to - whoa! I’m sorry, I didn’t - whoa, Gramps, you are one lucky -”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence!”
“Ew, gross, come on, man.”
“I swear on everything holy, if you don’t get out of this room right now -”
“Wow, okay, having three grandparents is not all it’s cracked up to be -”
Daisy launched Fitz’s shirt at Deke’s face and had never been more grateful for Yo-Yo as she heard her pulling Deke away, muttering something about Mack promising to crush him in some video game or other.
“That child is -” Fitz started, but Jemma shushed him with another kiss as Daisy quaked the door handle closed.
“Not going to ruin our day,” Daisy grinned, tugging her shirt over her head and tossing it carelessly across the room.
“No,” Fitz’s voice cracked happily, “no, he most certainly is not.”
#fitzskimmons#bus kids ot3#fitzsimmons x daisy#bioquake x fitz#fitzskimmons smut#just a little bit sort of#like super fucking soft#also trans!fitz because obviously
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Agents of Shield Rewatch 3x10 Maveth
Maveth is kind of a beautiful planet when the dust storm of death has died down
I love my brave Fitzy but not the best idea
Cool a giant Hydra statue that’s all normal nothing to see here
My babies trying to come up with a good plan is kind of hilarious but also please be safe you guys
Jemma is being sassy which I love, but legit the worst thing they could have said was that Fitz is not coming back. She will stop at nothing to get him back. Shows how much Hydra knows.
Fitz is also super sassy right now hahaha
Awww seeing Rosalind in Phil’s mind is sad :(
Tatooine YOU NERD hahha
Immediately this doesn’t seem like Will. Just his mannerisms.
Jemma is pretty handy with that shiv which I can’t believe Hydra didn’t search her for?
“I can see why Jemma loves you” YEP
Even an evil death creature who is stealing the memories of his host can see it
Itsa me! Andrew!
I actually think Jemma made the right call here. She needed to be able to get away, and Lash did that.
Lol Mack is not prepared to deal with Bobbi and Hunter
I was so worried about Joey for a hot second but seriously that was so awesome
Phil is very single-minded in his rage
On second thought, maybe Jemma made the wrong decision to let Andrew out
Grant Ward has officially gone off the veerrryyyy deep end
I feel like Lincoln is the only one who is thinking clearly. He’s not attached to Coulson or Fitz, so he’s more concerned about the entire world.
But also I want Fitz to live so
Mack sees that look between Lincoln and Daisy and thinks, “Oh no, another love triangle. Sigh.”
Becoming buddies with an evil monster (again)
Just Fitz things
Fitz very smartly burns Will/Death Creature with a flare
I’m torn on what Coulson did. I mean Ward definitely deserved to die, but at Phil’s hand like that?
Yeah Fitz’s face perfectly represents my feelings
And then he leaves his hand behind?
Ehhhh
Fitz and Coulson share a knowing look while hugging their ladies which is something
NOOOOOOO WARD IS THE DEATH MONSTER NOW
It’s what he deserves really
RIP Will we hardly knew ye
DNRIP (do not rest in peace) Ward
This episode is soooo intense. It definitely gets a 15/10 on the PHIL NO scale. I get the need for revenge but ugh. It also gets a 9/10 on the What a Tweest scale for the Will and the Ward reveals. Also a special shout out to Maveth for getting our Death Planet of the Year Award. It’s not easy being empty and creepy.
Our song for this episode is “All These Things That I’ve Done” by The Killers dedicated to my boy Leo Fitz who just wanted to rescue his girlfriend’s boyfriend from and evil death planet and instead ended up bringing a death creature over into his world and having to keep a giant secret.
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#aosrewatch#aosrewatchs3#earth vs space#team earth aos#leo fitz#grant ward#phil coulson#will the astronaut#but not really#alphonso mackenzie#melinda may#andrew garner#jemma simmons#daisy johnson#bobbi morse#lance hunter#lincoln campbell#joey gutierrez
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current mood: i can’t believe ppl ever said marvel characters in movies and shows are “too light and happy”
all peter parker does is loose uncle ben an have an kinda awful life
gwen stacy (technically sony shhhh i know) dies in the most tragical third act of my entire life tied with infinity war
wanda maximoff had to kill the love of her life in a fight for, well infinity, i guess. and still wafted away knowing she failed.
tony stark got kidnapped by terrorists, and now is terrified of loosing everyone he loves... naturally, he also has to see his protege son boy die in his arms
steve rogers... lost like 80 years of time while being frozen in the ocean and the people he knew, including love-of-his-life, peggy
bruce banner just has a terrible life
stephen strange had a horrible career-ending accident
thor lost his mother and father, an evil sister (he never knew), a mostly amoral brother he loved, his favorite hammer, his homeworld, his friends, and many (maybe all?) of his people.
drax lost his whole family
we are groot
peter quill lost his mother and got abducted by aliens like 2 minutes later, grew up with mean kree, killed his planet-dad, almost killed gamora, then found out she died anyway at the hands of her adopted father
btw gamora was stolen from her home planet as a child and trained to be an assassin when thanos decided to kill the rest of the population before he later decided to kill her
(speaking of “child assassin“ ...natasha romanoff whose records also went public btw)
then also nebula had her body parts replaced with machine parts every time her sister gamora beat her in combat. thanks thanos.
kinda like how mike peterson was caught in an explosion and given a cybernetic eye and a cyborg body, then had his son held as blackmail to make him do hydra’s dirty work as deathlok.
or how kinda how bucky was brainwashed and given a metal arm and told to kill people (and tony’s parents).
and agent 33 was brainwashed
so was daisy johnson... by a creature who looked like a boy she used to like until she found out he was a hydra traitor, daisy johnson who was thought to be an orphan, but found her family only to find out they were both crazy and kinda murdery. then she was given terrifying powers that she couldn’t control, lost a friend because of them, lost a boyfriend, was forcibly operated on by her bff, and now her other father figure is currently presumed to die permanently.
coulson has been dead, had his memories messed with, had his hand cut off, watched his girlfriend bleed out in front of him, and suffered from fatal heart failure
melinda may had to kill a little girl in bahrain, had to shot her husband and watch him turn into a monsterous killer. was kidnapped and replaced by a robot. fell in love with her best-friend, who was dying
fitzsimmons... hahahahahahahahahaha don’t even get me started. have they ever been purely happy more than twice since they officially became a couple?
has fitz EVER been happy since he was a child and his father abandoned him? or since that time he had brain damage??? or maybe it was the time he was forcibly plugged into a VR he helped create and had his whole identity reprogrammed. or how bout the psychic split he had after six months in solitary confinement with a dark voice in his head, which caused him to operate on his best friend, while trying to save the world... and then later when a ceiling FELL on HIM....
jemma simmons? had to cope with so much ptsd and go undercover at hydra. was stranded on a dessert planet??? ALONE. FOR SIX MONTHS. was sent to the future, without fitz, where she was deafened and enslaved by an alien overlord? returned to the present only to watch her husband losing his mind. had to be told her husband was dead... and now she has to go into space to find the fitz who was frozen in space on his way to the future.
mack lost his daughter hope.... twice. and had to watch his girlfriend die.
elena “yo-yo” rodriguez lost a cousin, and also both of her arms... after seeing a grim future for herself that would end in her own death.
matt murdock is just a hot, blind ninja catholic mess
jessica jones is a hot mess too... because a psycho rapist had control over her mind and body so she drinks too much
you know what, it’s too much to think about all the dark stuff in the netflix shows and you already know netflix is dark
then there’s tyrone johnson (no relation to daisy), who lost his brother to cop violence
and tandy bowen who lost her father to a corporation accident. feel free to add more... i didn’t even go into villains or all the smaller characters so.....
and now... a list of characters who haven’t suffered:
galaga man in avengers
the nova corp officers in gotg
maybe wong??
the tree and the puppy dog that deke encountered in that one episode
darcy lewis and her intern, i guess
luis from ant-man
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pride month day 20
author: daisys-quake
rated: g
pairing: daisy johnson/jemma simmons
word count: 1044
summary: Sometimes Jemma really, really wishes her life was still boring.
a/n: so i wrote a chuck au because i’ve been rewatching the show and i have many Feelings. this probably isn’t going to make much sense at all if you haven’t watched chuck. go watch chuck. it’s worth it.
“I fucking hate this job,” Fitz groans, propping his elbows on the counter of the Nerd Herd desk and slumping forwards.
“You don’t have to work here,” Jemma points out. “You actually graduated. You could get a real job.”
“What, and leave you here to suffer the Buy More alone?” Fitz asks, shaking his head. “Never.”
“Well then, stop complaining,” Jemma tells him, turning back to the phone she’s working on.
“Easy for you to say,” Fitz grumbles. “This stupid job got you a hot girlfriend.” Jemma accidentally stabs the circuit board with her soldering iron. She snatches it up again, peering at the phone and mentally shrugging. It looks fine.
“I still don’t know how,” Trip says, sauntering up beside Fitz. “I mean, seriously, Daisy came in here and saw all this—“ he gestures at himself, his biceps bulging very impressively beneath his green Buy More polo shirt. “—and asked you out. No offense, Jemma.”
“None taken,” Jemma mutters, highly offended.
“Speaking of which,” Fitz says. “Here she comes.” Jemma drops the soldering iron again and curses loudly. She grabs it, putting it back in its stand, and looks up.
Sure enough, Daisy is walking quickly down the main aisle of the Buy More. Jemma is a little short of breath suddenly, as she always is when Daisy is around. Daisy’s in her Orange Orange tank top (which is an improvement over the Wienerlicious uniform; Jemma doesn’t even know what to think about that monstrosity), and her hair is tied back, and neon orange is maybe not her color but god, Jemma would think Daisy is beautiful in anything.
“Hey, babe,” Daisy says, smiling as she steps up to the counter. Jemma does her absolute best to ignore the way her heart jumps at the pet name—it’s not real, she reminds herself, it’s the cover, it’s just the cover—but she’s pretty sure she blushes. Luckily, Daisy seems a bit distracted. “Got a minute?”
“Yes,” Jemma agrees, probably way more quickly and with more enthusiasm than such a question really merits, judging by the way Trip imitates a whipping sound as Jemma steps out from behind the counter and follows Daisy towards the home entertainment room. “Is there a problem?” Jemma asks as they walk, but Daisy doesn’t respond.
“We’ve got a mission,” Daisy says the moment they’re past the door. Her easy smile, flirtatious manner, relaxed posture, it’s all gone in a second. Now, it’s easy for Jemma to believe that everything between them is just a cover. When Daisy’s like this, hard-faced and cold and professional, all the warmth and familiarity between them seems to disappear. Jemma still isn’t sure if any of those feelings are real, since Daisy can make them vanish in the blink of an eye.
“What’s going on?” Jemma asks. Daisy doesn’t answer, just hands a folder to Jemma.
“Look at these,” she says, offering no further information. Confused, Jemma opens the folder, and gasps. “Did you flash?” Daisy asks immediately, leaning forwards. Jemma takes a half-step back, the sudden proximity making her stomach twist uncomfortably.
“I don’t need to,” she says, handing the folder back to Daisy. “That’s Lance Hunter. He dated Bobbi Morse in college.”
“Bobbi Morse?” Daisy repeats. “As in, rogue spy, sent you the Intersect, your former college roommate, that Bobbi Morse?”
“As opposed to what other Bobbi Morse?” Jemma asks. Daisy gives her a look. “Right, not the time. Yes, that Bobbi Morse.”
“Well, that makes everything a lot more complicated,” Daisy says, closing the folder.
“Why?” Jemma asks. “What’s going on? Lance is an idiot and a terrible boyfriend, but last I heard, he was a trucker, not a spy.” Daisy shakes her head.
“Come with me,” she says, grabbing Jemma’s hand and pulling her out the door of the home entertainment room, tugging her towards the employee area. No one gives them a second glance as they duck through an Employees Only door and head for the break room. Jemma says nothing, her adrenaline spiking. She isn’t sure if it’s from the sudden shift into spy mode or the fact that spy mode now involves Lance Hunter of all people or the feeling of Daisy’s hand in hers, but either way, she keeps her mouth shut and focuses on not panicking.
“Lance Hunter was apprehended by the CIA in Fresno yesterday,” Daisy says as they slip through the secret door behind the lockers and begin the descent into Castle. “A photo surfaced of him in a restaurant with Bobbi Morse only hours before the Intersect was stolen.”
“He’s the last person who saw her before she turned,” Jemma realizes as they step onto the ground floor of Castle, putting the pieces together.
“Exactly,” says Agent May, stepping out from another room, already loading a gun. “And he escaped prison six hours ago. Sixteen minutes ago, he was sighted in Burbank.”
“Where?” Jemma asks. “Doing what?”
“Driving,” Daisy says, turning to look at Jemma. “Towards Echo Park.” Jemma’s heart drops into her stomach.
“He knows,” she whispers. “If he saw Bobbi, and she told him what she was planning on doing with the Intersect…he knows.”
“That’s what we’re afraid of,” Daisy says, taking the gun May offers her and checking…whatever spies check when they’re handed guns; Jemma isn’t really sure. Daisy turns to look at her. “So yeah, we have a problem.”
Jemma catches sight of the computers over Daisy’s shoulder. They’re covered in photos of Hunter, photos Jemma has never seen before, but the face in them is unmistakable. Hunter in a suit with blood on his shirt. Hunter in a nondescript, mostly black outfit, lying on a roof, looking through the sights on a sniper rifle. Hunter’s mugshot from hours ago, with a black eye and a bleeding nose.
Jemma takes a deep breath as her eyes roll back in her head, the familiar, slightly dizzying sensation of a flash overtaking her.
“What did you see?” Daisy asks the moment Jemma’s eyes open again. Jemma blinks a few times, shaking her head slightly, trying to clear it of the fog the flashes leave behind.
“We have a problem,” she says after a moment, her voice shaky and panicked. “We have a very big problem.”
my ao3
#skimmons#bioquake#daisy johnson#jemma simmons#agents of shield#aos#marvel#chuck#my fics#fic: skimmons#pride month 2018
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Just watched 5x16
Not even gonna do any kind of recap I'm literally gonna just list the people I hate and the people I adore
The hated:
Jemma simmons for the biggest load of fucking bullshit I have ever witnessed how dare you traumatise your brother and husband like this I'm not even kidding this is not jokey anger I am furious and disgusted
Yoyo rodriguez for permitting and encouraging this especially as this is her boyfriend she's terrifying
Leopold fitz for being just fine with being traumatised by his insane wife if I was him I wouldn't have hugged her I'd have straight up punched her in the face
Daisy johnson for pulling the fitz is sick card one episode after quaking him against the wall for hurting her I get her anger she's entitled to it but she can't flip between hating him and saying he's sick when it suits
The adored:
Glenn fricking talbot everyone the world's greatest legend
Carl creel for being actually a nice dude and phil and talbot's son he'd better not die
Philly for obvious reasons
Melinda may because she is the bravest sweetest person and she keeps making me wanna cry
Alphonso mackenzie who never gets enough or any appreciation and does not deserve to be subjected to his girlfriend's and sisters insane bullshit
Deke for being a lovely smol bean without enough screen time although he did talk absolute bullshit with Fitz so...
RAINA AND QUINN AND HALL OH MY GOD I FREAKED OUT
Weird how nice it was to see Quinn when you think back to what he did in s1 🔫🤔
I was mad cos it didn't look like raina was in a flower dress but maybe I just missed it
In conclusion everything is continuing to go to shit and I'm very mad
Poor Robin and Robin's mom and May
#agents of shield#melinda may#alphonso mackenzie#phil coulson#glenn talbot#there I have vented#I didn't do a recap last week cos I was so mad#this was worse#ughhhhhh#welp I forgot davis#davis my beautiful angel#is better than any of them#mine#recap
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All I can think about is kissing you.
"Simmons had girlfriends” - inspired by the deleted scene ‘Simmons had boyfriends’ from 1x12 (aka the Academy episode) but with more kissing: on their visit to the Academy, Skye gets curious about Jemma’s old makeout spot.
- for #SkimmonsWeek2017 Day 1. I’ve always been more of a fic than an edit person though, so see below the cut (~2000wd, Rated T) or here on AO3.
“Simmons had girlfriends”
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Low light, throbbing bass music, the smell of beer and chips.
It was strange how familiar it all was. How the faux-chemistry installation on the wall full of dyed water circulating like a lava lamp still brought a smile to her face. As everyone did who walked in here, Skye remarked upon it, intrigued by the water appearing to flow uphill, and Jemma laughed a little. She wondered what it would have been like if they’d met earlier. Here. Would they have kept to their separate circles, or would she still feel this flutter in her chest? The nerd with a crush on the jock. The teacher’s pet with a crush on the punk. It was as trite as anything she could think of, and yet, it made her weak at the knees.
“Buy you a drink?” Skye offered, pointing at the bar to get her point across over the crowd. Jemma swallowed her words and nodded instead, knowing she didn’t mean it like that and tried to pull her mind back from her sixteen-year-old self and onto the mission at hand. She cast her eyes over the milling crowd; at first seeking out distraction, and soon casing the place, as her field-trained spy instincts were wont to do. For the most part, the buzzing bar patrons ignored her, although the occasional whisper of a few gossip fanatics who knew who she was – or could at least take a guess - cut off in a hurry when she crossed them.
“This is so weird,” Skye muttered, shaking her head incredulously as she returned with two beers and caught two young girls with excited voices duck their heads down and furiously hush each other. “I never picked you for a popular kid. And look at Fitz over there. Lapping it up. It’s a whole new… weird, nerdy world in here.”
Jemma shrugged and turned to face her, and accept her drink.
“It’s no so different really,” she disagreed. “Fitz likes being appreciated, and he’s a very good teacher. He may be a bit of a grump but he doesn’t have enough room under his wings for this lot.”
Skye snorted, amused by the image, and raised an eyebrow. “And what about you?”
“Well,” Jemma scoffed. “I was a child prodigy with a beloved foreign accent and an above average fashion sense. I may have been a bit of a teacher’s pet, I’ll grant you, but I got attention from the rest of the class as well.”
As if to punctuate her point, she smiled at a tall well-muscled blonde who offered her a nod. Skye’s jaw slackened a little and she stumbled forward into the question.
“All – all the class?” she checked, trying not to make it to obvious.
“Well, I mean of course I wasn’t everyone’s type,” Jemma clarified. “But if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about then – yes, absolutely. I learnt a lot about myself here, I suppose you could say.”
Enjoying the dumbfounded expression on Skye’s face, Jemma savoured her next sip. Skye shook her head.
“I have… so many questions,” she spluttered. “Did Jemma Simmons lose her virginity here? Did you pick up people in bars or did they just fall all over you? Did you have a crush on your teacher? Ooh, did you have a make-out spot?”
“Uh…” Jemma smiled, drawing it out. “Yes. Mostly the second one. Not really, they were too old for me, and, um… Yes, actually.”
A blush touched her cheeks, and Skye lit up.
“This is so juicy, oh my god. I changed my mind, I want my tour now. Before someone shoots up the place or something, knowing our luck.”
“I don’t think we should separate-“
“I don’t think we should come to the birthplace of Doctor Jemma Anne Simmons and not get the full VIP experience. Come on!”
Skye slapped a few dollars on the counter and stood, offering a hand to Jemma, with such a broad grin and such a sparkle in her eye that Jemma didn’t bother to point out that this was not technically her birthplace, nor the birthplace of her doctorates. Skye seemed to be under the impression that the Academy had been her college era, and with way that her heart seemed to be beating in her throat at this very moment, Jemma wasn’t about to object.
“Okay,” she agreed at last, and the two of them slipped out and away from Ward, Coulson and the others. Breathless with their vaguely illicit escape, they ran down the corridor a ways, and bundled each other out the door, and Jemma started semi-breathlessly spouting facts about herself.
“I had my first drink in that bar, when I was sixteen. It tasted like piss and I felt so awful about breaking the law that I didn’t touch another beer until I was twenty-three. I wore a corsage to my first sundowner because I thought it was like a dance. I’ve never seen Ferris Bueller’s Day Off.”
“I used to sneak chocolate into church,” Skye returned, letting Jemma push and pull and lead and follow her across the courtyard and behind one of the buildings to another garden. “I’ve been drinking piss beer since I was sixteen and it’s never bothered me. I basically live Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. Well, except my car was never that great, but I’m working on Coulson.”
Skye beamed deviously, and Jemma hushed her, and pulled her to the side. Her arm brushed against what appeared to be a palm frond, and she started, puzzled by what seemed to be a semi-tropical secret garden of some sort: succulents and wide-fronded plants, out of place in the otherwise deciduous early-fall environment. A stream bumbled past them. For a moment, Skye forgot it was Jemma holding her hand, until she spoke.
“Technically, this was a botched experiment,” Jemma explained. “Terragenesis. It was supposed to appear and disappear but this one got stuck. It sort of works, though, doesn’t it?”
Skye gazed around the garden; through some trees there was an ampitheatre, covered in mosses and lichens, and above that, Roman-style columns that were far too new to actually be ancient, but that seemed to fit in somehow.
“We call it Bone Garden,” Jemma continued. “Ostensibly because of those, but – well, you know. It was everyone’s… make out place. Wink.”
Skye laughed. She swung her hand, and all of a sudden it felt very significant that Jemma’s pinky had curled around hers, refusing to let go. In Bone Garden.
Then Jemma jumped back, and dropped Skye’s hand, in a rush to look over her shoulder at a sound Skye hadn’t even heard. Her confidence plummeted and she frowned deeply, forehead furrowing anxiously until Skye nudged her out of it.
“Come on, Jem, we are grown-ass adults,” she pointed out. “Teach isn’t going to catch us.”
“No, it’s not that,” Jemma corrected her, eyes searching the grass and dirt at their feet as her cheeks felt hotter and hotter. “It’s just - I’ve made a mistake, that’s all. Bringing you here.”
Skye’s smirk faded, and she frowned a little at Jemma’s persisting stress. Had she misread something?
“Why?”
“We shouldn’t have separated from the team.”
“We have phones, they can call us if they want us.”
“I know, but all I can think about is – “
“Is what?”
And honestly, Skye didn’t mean her voice to crack like that. She didn’t mean for it to make Jemma look up; not like that, with all her secrets and torn emotions betrayed by those desire-blown pupils. Jemma worried at her lip with her teeth, and Skye’s heart seized. A vision imprinted itself behind her eyelids, of kissing those lips with impugnity; of making out with Jemma as if they were those college teens after all; of pulling hair and pressing skin and breathlessness. And all this really wasn’t helped by Jemma’s quiet confession –
“All I can think about is kissing you.”
Skye inhaled, but it was more than just the unseasonably warm air that filled her lungs. It was more than just the high of sneaking out; more than standing in this place surrounded by the ghosts of a thousand kisses gone before; more than all their little touches and strange, half-meaningful glances that had never quite seemed to meet up.
It was an opportunity, and those words were an open door, and if Jemma wasn’t going to walk through it, then Skye was.
The breath was crushed out of the air between them, fleeing Jemma’s lips in an audible sigh that sent tingles through Skye’s body. She was doing most of the work, pressing them together until every inch seemed to be touching, but when Jemma’s mind caught up at last, she moved. She climbed her fingers above Skye’s waistband and under her shirt, teasing at her hips with an electricity that must have been building up all day - all year - maybe even since before they’d met. Even when their lips parted, it crackled in the air between them.
They took a moment of spinning silence, catching up with themselves. Though she knew it was irrational, part of Jemma wondered whether the static she felt would mess up her hair. Skye simply smiled, a little more meekly this time, almost tempted to run a finger over her lips to test what had really just happened. She bit her tongue instead.
“I… Skye,” Jemma started eventually, a little distracted as she noticed some force apparently keeping her fingers glued to Skye’s hips. It was a little mortifying, but Skye didn’t seem to mind, which was even more mortifying and yet, made it all worth it. She took a deep breath.
“First of all, I’m glad you did that,” she explained. “I’m not very good at – at pushing boundaries, and while I feel I’ve gotten better of late… well, we might still have been here for a thousand years, if not exactly forever. So, thank you. But I have to be honest, I don’t know much about you, and I’m not sure…”
“…If you can trust me?” Skye suggested hesitantly, wondering if she should have seen it coming. She had lied a lot at first, after all. But Jemma shook her head.
“I’m not sure what I want.”
“Your hands seem to be pretty sure.”
Still glued to Skye’s hips. Jemma smiled down at them awkwardly, and blushed.
“Yes. Quite,” she blustered. “But…”
“What happened to Oh, I was a child prodigy with a fancy accent and sexy cardigans?” Skye teased. “You liiiiike me.”
“I do,” Jemma admitted, but since she was turning the colour of a nearby hibiscus, Skye decided to tone down the teasing. With a soft and genuine smile, she stepped forward and took Jemma’s hands in her own, letting their foreheads drift closer together.
“I like you too,” she promised. “Not just because of crazy college hormones; I really think you’re great. And super smart. And super attractive. And I’m willing to slow this down if – if you think we could be something.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely.”
Jemma looked up at Skye then, and as with any good makeout spot, it felt a little like there was noone else in the world but them. She bit her lip, and smirked, and Skye narrowed her eyes.
“You’re doing that on purpose now, aren’t you?”
“Mm, yes I am.”
Her cover blown, Jemma saw no reason for delaying any longer. She stood up on her toes and put her arms around Skye’s neck and kissed her again, soft and sweet and lingering – until a sharp and sudden vibration in her pocket made her jump. Skye squeaked, nursing a bitten lip, as Jemma scrambled for her phone and tried to answer Coulson with some semblance of decorum. At last, she hung up and turned to Skye with a strained smile on her face.
“Coulson’s signed up Fitz and I for a presentation to the entire cadet class in five minutes,” she explained with a laugh. “Isn’t that wizard?”
Skye pouted in sympathy.
“Look on the bright side,” she said. “At least we didn’t wreck your hair?”
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emma anon: complaining about my stupid problems during a pandemic feels a little insensitive but life has been a lot lately which is also part of the reason for my emma rewatch plans. mama needs some serotonin!!! how are you?? since aos s7 is only 13 episodes i might just go ahead and binge that. i won't have a clue about what's going on since i stopped watching after s1 or 2 but do i really need to follow the plot?? is it not enough to look at daniel sousa's perfect hair and perfect eyebrows???
oh i definetly feel like that sometimes, but its okay to complain and be unhappy even when the world is burning. you shouldn’t feel guilty that you are feeling bad because others are feeling worse!!
oh the seratonin boost.... that’s season 7 of aos for me right now. i finally got to it (i rewatched the whole show, watching for the first time a lot of the seasons!)
OH DO IT! SERIOUSLY, it goes by so fast and you never want it to end because its honestly a very good season.
here is a tiny cheat sheet:
characters you may not know
Deke Shaw: Jemma and Fitz’s grandson from the future, was raised in a post apocalyptic world and was accidentally sent back to the past. does not have the best relationship with the team most of the time. is the ceo of a tech company (stole a bunch of tech)
elena rodrigues (or yo-yo): mack’s girlfriend, an inhuman who has super speed (but she always goes back to the same spot. lost her arms in season 5.
enoch: a chronicom, he is an alien (his race are the main villains of the season). he has been helping out the team on and off for two seasons, is besties with fitz, 10/10 would die for him.
plot stuff
Mack is the director (Daisy was briefly the director but because the writing was bad she is no longer the director, she did nominate Mack though which was beautiful). tbh mack is the best man on the god damn universe and deserves all the love he can get. also, its revealed at one point he had a daughter who died, and in season 4, while in an alternate reality, he got to raise her. it was very sad.
Coulson died at the end of season 5, a guy wearing his face (called sarge) appeared in season 6. Jemma put his conscience in a Life Model Decoy (made out of chronicom tech) so he can help them out this season as he is a history nerd.
the season 6 finale and the season 7 pilot are one big thing -- May got stabbed, Elena was infected by an alien bug, they defeated the big bad, but Jemma suddenly showed up with a high tech plane.
Fitz is gone for plot reasons (aka the actor could not come back for a full season).
Last name Malick: Malick is a big bad (of season 3) is directly connected with Daisy’s boyfriend dying, and Daisy being possessed by an evil alien.
HONESTLY, I’M ALWAYS 100% WILLING TO TALK ABOUT AOS SO PLEASE TELL ME YOUR REACTIONS AND ASK STUFF!!
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Snowed In!
Hey there, @jemannesimms I was your Fitzsimmons Secret Santa. Sorry about it not being fully comeplete but the last few months have been crazy (finishing school, anxiety about having a brain bleed, traveling etc) but I really hope you enjoy this first part. Also, this is unbeta-ed so all mistakes are my own. Happy Holidays!!
Summary: Jemma and Fitz get snowed in at a hotel where they were attending a science convention for the weekend when someone gets murdered. Now they are stuck in a hotel with a murderer and they are on the case.
Fitz stared out the window, frowning. Outside angry winds howled blowing gusts of snow around like clouds of dust and shaking the window frame with such force he wouldn’t be surprised if it shattered the glass. He hadn’t witnessed a storm this bad since he was a young boy.
“I don’t think it’s letting up anytime soon.” He mentioned, turning to Jemma who was finishing packing the rest of their belongings away.
“Then we’ll have a well deserved hot cuppa when we get back then.” Jemma grunted, struggling with the massive suitcase on the bed in front of her. She let out a sigh. “Fitz, would you mind helping me with this?”
Fitz wandered over to his work associate and girlfriend, holding the bag down as Jemma guided the zipper along. “There,” she said once the zipper had clicked into place. “Ready to check out!”
She swung a few bags over her shoulder, letting out a breath before hauling the massive bag up by the handle, before waiting for Fitz to gather up the various bags of equipment and gadgets before heading into the hall.
The pair had been spending the weekend in a hotel high on the mountaintop for a science convention both had speaking engagements at. The event had gone off without a hitch and the scenery up there was breathtakingly beautiful but both of them couldn’t wait to get back to their cozy apartment in the city. Although Jemma had to admit she would miss the peace and quiet.
When the double doors of the elevator parted at the main floor the lobby was unusually packed. People who clearly attended the convention gathered in groups along with their luggage and snowboarders and skiers all bundled up with their gear in hand. Even people waiting for their tables to be cleared at the hotels restaurant gathered around where the lobby met the restaurant.
“Excuse me,” Jemma asked, walking up to a brunette who was leaving the front desk, a snowboard tucked between her arm and goggles pushed to the top of her head. “Do you happen to know what’s going on? We were about to check out but –”
“Yeah, you won’t be doing that anytime soon. The road’s been shut down because of this crazy blizzard. No one in or out until it’s all cleared up. I’ve been told they’re working on it as fast as they can.” She rolled her eyes.
“Thank you –”
“Daisy.” She shifted her board to her other arm, reaching her free hand towards Jemma. “But the rest of my team call me Quake.” She finished with a laugh, looking over to the group all clad in winter gear hanging off to one side engaged in what appeared to be a quite comical conversation.
“Well, I won’t detain you then. Thanks again Daisy!” The two women exchanged parting smiles before Daisy reshifted her board and turned away to rejoin her friends and Jemma went off to find Fitz, who had made himself comfortable on one of the nearby sofas to wait for her.
“I have good news and bad news.” Jemma said, sitting down next to Fitz on the rather hard sofa.”Bad news, you were right.” Jemma barely paused to take in Fitz’s expression. “The blizzard has blocked up the roads. Good news, it shouldn’t take too long until it’s all cleared up and we’ll be on our merry way. Back home before–” The power shut off then, leaving the lobby in utter blackness. “Dark.” Jemma finished.
Panic rose throughout the crowd, the voice of someone, probably the manager of the hotel, broke through trying to calm everyone down but the overlapping harried conversations drowned them out. Fitz and Jemma got to their feet making their way over to the voice as their eyes adjusted to the dimness.
“Uh, excuse me,” Fitz began, getting the manager’s attention. “Would I be able to check out the power box. I’m an engineer and could probably suss out the issue here.”
“And there’s no need to worry. I’ll do my best to calm everyone down in the meantime.” Jemma added. She instinctively placed her hand on the small of Fitz’s back, assuring him as much as the manager that things would be taken care of in their absence.
With a nod, that Jemma and Fitz could just make out, the manager left with Fitz down a nearby hall.
Once alone Jemma told the gathered group that her extremely talented and intelligent engineer boyfriend was on the case. It was only a few minutes until the lights flickered back on.
“Ah, see extremely talented and intelligent.” Jemma beamed. A sigh of relief went through the crowd.
Fitz came back down the hall, looking proud of himself. “It was only an unplugged wire. Simple.” He said, a small crooked grin on his face. “A toddler could do it.”
Suddenly a scream erupted from somewhere in the crowd and Fitz’s grin fell as he and Jemma quickly weaved through the people. As they got closer to the source of the sound they could see a man laying on the ground near the staircase, his neck kinked to one side and his arms and legs splayed out at odd angles. Ignoring whispers of if he had been pushed or had fallen passed through those that were nearby Jemma pushed through, breathlessly explaining she was a doctor, to assess his condition.
“He died from asphyxiation,” Jemma said, kneeling beside the man as she examined the black and blue marks around his neck.
She got back to her feet, a grim look cast over her face as she surveyed the many scared people around her. “This man wasn’t pushed neither did he fall.” She paused, gathering as much composure as she could. “He was murdered.”
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50 Day Fic Prompt: Day 26
It was you the whole time.
Jemma/Daisy
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Jemma had had a pen pal since she was sixteen, a girl who called herself Skye and lived in America. They met on a forum about their favorite show, Quantum Mechs. Fitz hated the show, so she hadn’t had anyone to discuss it with until Skye. Skye liked the fight scenes, and the way main character Clara McCleary looked in her tact gear outside of her mech. Jemma loved the way the science was accurate, and the fact that Clara was openly queer. They’d exchanged email addresses, starting to talk about the show first and then the conversation moved past that into their lives.
Jemma could tell Skye anything, everything from her insecurities and her dreams to her favorite sweets. They talked for years, updating each other on boyfriends and girlfriends, on moves, on promotions. They didn’t use specifics, though. All Jemma knew is that she went by the name Skye, that they were close in age, that Skye was an orphan who had aged out of the system, that she had never known her parents.
I’ve never really had a family. All of my foster homes were temporary, weigh stations for my flaws. They checked me out, saw I was unworthy, and sent me on down the road. I can’t remember the last hug I was given. How saw it that? Skye had written once after Jemma had told her about her older brother James and his annoying habit of only referring to her as Wee One.
Well, I’d certainly give you every hug you’ve missed out on. I’ve been told I give the best hugs. I’ll wrap you up in my arms and bury my face in your neck because you’re certainly taller than me – everyone is – and we’ll stay like that for as long as you need. You deserve that, Skye, and I’d give that to you if you needed, Jemma had replied.
Years passed, and despite how busy they were, Jemma always found time to write to Skye. She never told anyone, not even Fitz, about Skye’s emails. He would probably say that Skye wasn’t who she said she was, that she was probably some middle-aged man who was trying to get something out of her. But Jemma trusted Skye. She’d never asked for anything too personal, had always respected her privacy. Jemma had signed her emails with a J and that was enough for Skye. She never demanded Jemma’s name or location, or any photos of her. It was good. It was steady.
I was asking to join a field team for some research, and L is hesitant but I want to see the world, not just the inside of the lab. I want to find the ways theory meets reality, step into the practical, see the real-life cause and effect. I’ve almost got him convinced. It’s thrilling to imagine, though, me out doing practical science out in the world. Maybe we’ll cross paths if I’m not hiding away, she’d written the day Coulson invited them onto the team.
Please be safe, Skye had written in an uncharacteristically short response.
Jemma had never imagined that she would meet Skye in person, not really. She was content with their anonymity. When she met Skye, the hacker Coulson had tapped for the team, it hadn’t crossed her mind that Skye the Hacker and Skye the Pen Pal could be the same person.
Besides, Skye continued to email Jemma, and hadn’t mentioned anything of the sort so they must be different people. Skye the Pen Pal would surely tell Jemma if she’d joined a team and was saving the world.
I made a decision recently, and it’s changing my life for the better. I can’t imagine my life before this, even though it was a few short weeks. Some days are harder than others, some decisions nearly impossible. I wish you were at my side sometimes, so I could hear your thoughts. You’ve always been a brilliant source of inspiration and calm for me, J. I won’t what you’d think about this new life I’ve found myself in. It’s nothing like what I’ve done before. I hope you’d be proud of me. You’re the one constant I’ve had all these years, and I hope that that continues no matter what, Skye wrote.
Jemma, on top of this friendship with Skye the Pen Pal, was becoming quite close with Skye the Hacker. Skye was sweet, and funny, and had an attitude like barbed wire. She wasn’t usually Jemma’s type, but really, “types” were comfort zones she was trying to avoid these days. Comfort zones hadn’t done anything for her yet.
Fitz and Ward both had eyes for Skye, which wasn’t a surprise. She was beautiful, and bright like summer sunshine, just as warm and relaxing. She made Jemma laugh, and she felt safe with Skye. It was unusual that she felt comfortable with someone so quickly. Even she and Fitz had taken forever to get to know each other but once they had, it was permanent. That’s what she hoped Skye would become, a fixture in Jemma’s life.
What do I do with a crush? I made a crush recently and she’s so good to me. She’s never mocked me or made me feel weird about being intelligent. Most people get defensive when I’m smarter than them, but not her. No, she smiles at me and encourages me to keep talking, even if she doesn’t understand what I’m talking about. She’s never minded my tangents or digresses. She treats me much like I imagine a lover should. Oh, just like to me, Skye. I have a small crush on a friend, and I should like some Jane Austen character fretting over if the man she’s betrothed to will treat her well. I’ve felt quite dramatic these last few months, with so much change. I wish I could tell you everything, but I’m under contract not to say, Jemma wrote one night after spending a long evening with Skye in the Bus's lounge. She wanted to wax poetic about Skye for hours, but decided this would do.
She got a reply when she checked her email the next morning, sent an hour after her own.
I know how you feel, actually. I met this amazing friend, you’d like them, and the more time I spend with them, the more I'm convinced I shouldn’t be anywhere else. They’re amazing, J. I’ve never felt more seen than I do at their side. I accidentally held their hand last week when we were watching a scary movie together, and it was the best twenty minutes I’ve ever had. If I kissed them, I might die. If I die, my collection of Quantum Mechs merch is yours, Skye replied.
Jemma, following nearly dying, curled up in her bunk with Quantum Mechs playing. Skye tapped on the door, and peered in at her.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” Jemma replied. “Well, no, but I will be. I’m alive, and I’ve got my favorite show here, and Fitz brought me tea.”
She held up the thermos that Fitz had brought by and smiled. There was still an ache to her chest and limbs, but she was getting better with every hour.
“Quantum Mechs?” Skye asked, looking at the screen in Jemma’s bunk where Clara was climbing into her mech suit to go to battle.
“Yeah,” Jemma said, trying not to sound defensive. Everyone thought that it was too cheesy or two unrealistic, but considering the Avengers existed and was made up of aliens, super soldiers, and science experiments gone wrong, Jemma could look past realism.
“I love Quantum Mechs!” Skye squealed. “Can I join? I haven’t had time to rewatch in years.”
Jemma grinned and scooched over in bed so Skye could sit next to her. She threw her blanket over Skye and they settled in together during the Battle of Spirits.
“I’d marry Clara McCleary,” Skye breathed.
“She was the first queer character who was so badass that I couldn’t feel weird about my own queer-ness.”
“Wait. What?”
“I know that sounds silly, but I didn’t know any other queer women until I went to uni and joined SHIELD. Clara was the first in-canon, openly queer character I’d seen, and it made me feel less alone.”
“I just thought – I didn’t know you were queer.”
“Oh. Yes. Almost exclusively.”
“Huh.”
Skye put her hand on Jemma’s and smiled.
“Me too, for what it’s worth.”
“Worth a lot, actually,” Jemma whispered out. They settled in again and when Jemma fell asleep, Skye stayed to fend off her nightmares.
She woke up alone, and stretched, feeling infinitely better than she had in days. She was rested and hopeful. Skye fancied women, which meant there was a larger chance that Skye would fancy her specifically.
Skye liked Quantum Mechs, and Clara McCleary, and girls.
Jemma paused as she dressed, and then the pieces of the puzzle that had been staring her in the face slotted together. She finished dressing and hurried out of her bunk. She checked Skye’s first, but she wasn’t there, so then she checked the lounge, and finally, she found Skye in the lab with Fitz.
“Are you SkyeWriter?” Jemma asked without preamble.
“What?”
“SkyeWriter, the girl I met on a Quantum Mechs forum twelve years ago, who likes Clara McCleary and recently made a decision that changed her life. Are you her?”
There was an unexpected tear that escaped from her eye, which she swiped away.
“Yeah. You’re not – you’re J. You’re J.”
“Yeah. I am.”
“What is happening?” Fitz asked.
“Holy shit,” Skye said, standing up and circling the lab table, heading straight for Jemma. “It was you the whole time.”
“It was me.”
Then, Skye was kissing her, her jaw cradled in Skye’s beautiful hands. Her lips were soft, and tasted like the sugar cereal she and Fitz fought over in the mornings. Jemma held her hips, stroking over her hipbones with her thumbs, small strokes following the curve of them.
“What is happening,” Fitz repeated. Skye broke away with a laugh.
“I’ve wanted to do that for years, J.”
“Me too.”
“Was it worth the wait?”
“I’d wait forever for you, Skye.”
Skye nudged her nose against Jemma’s, and Jemma kissed her again, soft and quick.
“You don’t have to, I’m right here, and I am never going anywhere, J. You are my family, and you have been for longer than I’ve known anyone else. I am yours, and I have been since that first message.”
“I am yours,” Jemma echoed.
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May I request a Jemma childhood/backstory headcanon?
This got a little out of hand, but what did you expect? If you want more specifics on the Simmons-Schenck family and Jemma’s brothers, check out this ask.
At 11:43 pm on September 10, 1987, Ana Schenck gave birth to her fourth and final son. Twenty-six minutes later, at 12:09 am on September 11, she gave birthday to her only daughter. However, despite the official records, Jemma Anne Simmons would rather die than admit she was the youngest. It was a technicality and nothing more. They were twins and therefore there could be no youngest sibling.
(When they were thirty-one, it would be come a drunken, though playful fight at her wedding when Fitz, only slightly plastered, would side with Liam and comment that he had married a youngest child)
Growing up, Jemma had a dog, Alice, and three goldfish, Leroy, Elephant, and Andromeda. Of the human siblings, Jemma was always Alice’s favorite. She claimed that it was because they were the only girls. Liam and Matty said it was because she was the baby and dogs sense that.
She had a difficult relationship with her father’s mother. She was old-fashioned and wanted to see her son marry a rich girl with a proper English upbringing. When he came home from a year in Italy with a loud, outspoken Dutch girl as his wife, she was not happy at all. She spent all of Jemma’s childhood trying to make Jemma the kind of girl she would want as a daughter (or daughter-in-law). Jemma has a whole drawer of crosses her grandmother gave her, trying to make her religious. Anyway, “Mum’s Jewish and that’s matrilineal.” Plus she kept getting in trouble at her Anglican school (and her Catholic one) for loudly and angrily denying the presence of any deity. At least when she was at the Jewish school, they didn’t get as mad.
She moved around schools a lot. When she was six, her parents petitioned to have her moved up a couple more years (and she was already four years ahead). Her school refused, saying that she was not socially or emotionally ready, so Ana and Chris shuffled her from private school to private school until she could just get her damn degree and go to university. It would keep them up at night, though, wondering if they were hurting Jemma’s social-emotional growth by putting her in classes with kids twice her age. And, although she’d never admit it, from the time she started college to the time she met Fitz, it would keep Jemma up at night, too.
She spent most of her adolescences alone. Sometimes, she’d tell herself she had friends. Most times, Peter would remind her that they were really just Liam’s friends. When she was twelve, Lucy, her oldest brother’s girlfriend, suggested that Jemma move in with her. She could still go to the school she wanted, but she wouldn’t be alone. At first, Jemma wanted to say no. Kit and Lucy weren’t her parents, she didn’t need them. But Lucy insisted and somehow let Jemma believe that it wasn’t to help her. That was when everyone know she’d marry Kit one day. And living with Lucy and Kit was so much better than not going to school. But it was hard knowing her only friends were her brother and his girlfriend.
When they were fourteen, Liam met a Spanish girl when they were on holiday in Amsterdam. Jemma liked Lydia, and Lydia seemed to like her back. She wrote a lot–not as often as she wrote Liam, but that was different. She yelled at Peter once, when she was visiting. Liam was her boyfriend, she insisted, but Jemma was her best friend. Jemma had locked herself in her room to cry after that. It would take her years to know why.
Between Lydia and Lucy, Jemma did okay. They were her shield, in a way, and her voice in another. When Jemma discovered the hidden invitation to apply to the SHIELD Academy in her father’s desk, it was Lydia and Lucy’s voices that convinced her parents to let her apply. It was them who took her shopping before she moved away and taught her how to apply her makeup and it was Lydia she called when a second year boy bought her a coffee.
(Lucy would have told her that he was too old. She would have told Mum and Dad and, worst, she would have been right.)
When Jemma married Fitz, Liam opened his speech by reminding everyone that he met Fitz first. “Do you go here?” he had demanded. When Fitz nodded, but before he could ask the same of Liam, Liam had yelled “Shit! I gotta go, but you’re young! Look for my sister, she’s the one with the broken leg.” And then he had ran off. Jemma rolled her eyes and muttered in Fitz’s ear that it didn’t count. He just smiled and took her hand.
“Yeah, but I did look for you.”
#fitzsimmons#thefitzsimmonsnetwork#engineering vs biochem#team biochem#Jemma Simmons#headcanons#Anonymous#Em answers
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Fitzsimmons undercover fanfiction
Two weeks after the night in hotel
-"Fitz and Simmons will work with a undercover," Coulson said, looking at the two young people in front of him.
-"Can not anyone else go?" Simmons asked hopefully
- Who, like your two, will have something to talk to the scientist And what kind of conversation would I have with him? "Daisy interjected, looking at her friend with a cunning smile on her face." Coulson has a script_ already.
- Yes Jemma will be a biologist and your job is to get as much information as possible about project number 002
- And how do I do it?
-Just as women can best flirt with him, pretend to be interested in him.
Jemma's face was reddened and her hands began to sweat and her eyes dug into the floor, she feeling very uncomfortable even more when Fitz was standing next to her. Daisy noticed her friend's embarrassment and immediately added trying to improve her mood.
- Simmons was not worried, I saw his picture is really handsome - but these words did not calm Simmon she felt worse
-"And who am I to be?" Finally, Fitz spoke in his voice,you can hear anger and irritation
- You will be the waiter of the restaurant where Jemma and Dr. Jack are scheduled to meet you to hack his phone which Jemma will steal.
Fitz and Simmons decided not to tell anyone at the moment that they were more than friends, but they soon regretted it, even if they did not report it to the director and they would have to go there because the order was ordered.
Fitz and the Simmons came together to the restaurant Simmons is dressed in a beautiful dress He could not stop looking at her.In the background was played music.Leo wanted to grab Jemma hand , go out to the middle of the dance floor and dance with her.He did not know where this idea came from, because he could not dance
- Something's wrong ? I look bad-JEmma noticed that her boyfriend was looking at her for two minutes,She knew he was not in his best mood and promised herself that after all she would do something nice and romantic for him.
-- you look nice and that's the problem
Reluctantly but he went to the kitchen took the tray and started working under the cover at the same time Simmons sat down at the table, did not have to wait long, Dr. Jack walked the restaurant where his conference was to take place.Simmons had to admit that he was actually handsome even more than the picture he was tall and well built,his blue shirt teasing his muscles. Jemma thought he must Jemma thought that he was often in gym, his blond hair was cut and fashioned. His whole attitude seemed to be confident
-"You're not looking at him for too long?" Fitz walked over to Simmons, who jumped up in the chair.
She turned her head to where the voice came from and and saw the man he had no fashionable hairstyle or clothes, nor was he well muscled he was not well built but for her, he was the most handsome man in the world.
- Sorry I did not want to scare you
Jemma smiled at Leo and ordered a glass of water. James's speech finished, Simmons walked to the table where he was sitting
-"Good morning, my name is Dr. Jemma Simmons, and I am your fan, I read all the articles and books that you write.
-Then I do not have to introduce myself please sit down the chair at my table is free
-"Really thank you," she grinned at the man sitting in front of her.
- Waiter!
Fitz was busy handling another table but when he saw his girlfriend smiling and looking at this guy.He immediately started toward them, at the same moment he saw another waiter did the same.Leo started running while pushing at his competitor , fell to the ground dropping a tray with two glasses of lemonade.
- What can i get you ? he said, barely catching his breath,Simmons looked at him with wide mouths, only now realized what had just happened in the restaurant.
- Two glasses of the most expensive red wine, and steak for me and for my friend ....
-Spaghetti
James kept looking at her Fitz noticed that he was enchanted but could he blame him?James had to be blind and deaf not to notice how amazing she was .He has been in love with her for ten years from the first day, the first moment he saw her.Leo went to the kitchen to take the ordered dishes.As he walked slowly to the table to not drop anything he noticed that James and Simmons were holding hands.When James grabbed her hand, Jemma wanted to push her hand away immediately, but she heard Coulson's voice in the receiver, who noticed it to continue the conversation and not take her hand.Fitz walked to the table, Simmons paid no attention to Leo, but she laughed at Jamsa jokes.Fitz standing next to the man you could see Leo's fury on his face he was jealous .James leaned toward Jemma ,Fitz could not stand this and poured a glass of wine on him, which landed on his trousers, exactly on his crotch,
-i am sorry very much I did not want to do it
he felt a kick under the table that was his girlfriend he turned to see her face she was angry
-"Sorry, but I have to go to the bathroom to get dressed." Jack turned to Jemma, took his suitcase, and headed for the bathroom as they disappeared behind the wall.Jemma looked at her friend she was mad at him but on the other side Fitz jealousy was lovely and cute
- What did you think?
-You and he are kissing "He quickly replied he was upset
- What? I would never do that
Fitz sat down on the spot of new friend Simmons
- Fitz he's going!
- Where? who? Leo look around the restaurant
- What do you think
- Yeah
- what we do? I already know I have to hide
- come on..
-"Okay, I'll get up as if nothing ever happened."
-"You will not make it," said a voice in his ear
- Daisy is right You have to hide under the table
Fitz walked under the table this was not the most comfortable hideout. The head was turned toward the chair on which Jack sat so he noticed that the chair was pushed aside and the man sat down.
- I will make sure this waiter slow down
Simmons pretended to be as furious as he was, but in fact all the time she was thinking about Leo she was affair that by their relationship the mission might fail.Fitz sat huddled under the table, his position was cramped and very uncomfortable.Jack pull legs Leo to go backward pushing Jemma's legs, her chair slid off the table a few centimeters
- All right ?
-Yes
At the same time Fitz tried to take a slightly more comfortable posse which was not easy when suddenly he felt the shoe on his head
- Strange I felt something hairy under the table
-"I did not shave my legs," Jemma said panicked at that moment she did not think clearly she had to improvise, nothing better came to her mind
Jack's was surprised he did not expect it, Fitz was still sitting at the table but when he heard what Simmons said he could not help laughing. The man peeked under the table and saw the waiter. Leo jumped from beneath the table and threw himself on Jack, knocked him down to the ground and both began to roll over the ground.Jemma started screaming for someone to help her friend who was attacked by a madman.When Fitz managed to pull the phone out of his opponent's pocket , quickly left the restaurant.He got into the van where the rest of the team was and without a word he started working on getting the deeper information.No one said a word, they were all shocked.When Fitz finished his work, he gave Disy a phone that she put him in Jack's pocket. When Jemma entered the car she ran to Fitz and kissed him like friends would not kiss
- How did you know i pretending to be crazy?
- Because you acted like that...
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