#fitzskimmons fic

[gingerpeachtea]

GRABS YOU AND SHAKES YOU. DO YOU SEE MY VISION. DO YOU SEE MY FUCKING VISION!!!!!!

[smallblueandloud]

happy five year anniversary of me posting my first fic on ao3! that first fic was doctor who, and therefore entirely unrelated to this fic, but i figure this update is pretty on-brand anyway ;)

chapter 2 of the fsk dog park au, at long last! chapter 3 is already written and will probably be posted in a few days <3 love you all

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons/Skye | Daisy Johnson Characters: Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, ODC (original dog characters) Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, Final Mission Rarepair Exchange, they all have dogs! and they meet at a dog park! it’s really cute!, Fluff, Flirting, daisy has a little bit of a meltdown but it’s okay! Summary:

“Oh–” says Daisy, wavering, before she realizes she wrapped up everything interesting on her phone five minutes ago. “Sure,” she decides, turning around. “Hi.”

He grins. He’s cute, with curly hair and a bit of a beard. “I’m Fitz,” he says, waving sort of awkwardly. “I’m an engineer. I’m here with Rose, uh–” he gestures vaguely at the rest of the park. “She’s out there somewhere.”

“Nice to meet you, Fitz,” says Daisy, smiling back. “Yeah, it’s my first time here, Edward’s old owners moved and left him with me. I was their neighbor. Uh– I’m not really sure about this whole dog park… thing…”

(or, daisy meets two cute people at a dog park. written @genderfluid-and-confuzled for the final mission rarepair exchange!)

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I haven't seen a good Fitzskimmons in a while, so if we could get something with them Cap that'd be great. Maybe juggling the holiday traditions Fitz and Simmons are used to with the desire to create new ones for Skye/Daisy whose upbringing didn't really lend itself to great holiday memories?

It was her first Christmas season with the team, and she felt more out of place than usual.

“Why is Fitz...” Skye tilted her head, unsure how to finish her question. Apparently, Simmons didn’t find that unusual. Of course she didn’t - completing someone else’s sentences was completely normal for her. And there she went.

“Locked in his bunk with a great big Do Not Enter sign on it, blasting heavy metal Christmas music?” Simmons supplied. 

Skye squinted and bit her bottom lip. “Yes?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about him. It’s just something he does every holiday season. He used to transform his room in the Academy into a little Santa’s workshop. The things he invents during the holiday season... One year, he made me a self-sustaining...”

Skye lost track of Simmons’ excited stream of words and stories and memories.

She didn’t have anything like that. And Fitz-Simmons already had their own holiday traditions, it seemed.

May and Coulson probably did, too.

Best if she just left well enough alone.

So she smiled and nodded and acted suitably impressed when it seemed appropriate.

Skye didn’t realize that Simmons noticed. No one ever had before, so why should anybody now?

Skye didn’t realize that Simmons cracked the holiday lock on Fitz’s door (she might be biochem, not engineering, but she knew how to apply Skye’s algorithms when she needed to) and sat on his bed, patiently ignoring his red face and stammering so she could explain that they needed to make extra sure that Skye feels welcome during her first Christmas on the bus.

And Skye had no way of knowing that Fitz’s eyes had lit up, because he was already on it.

She had fully prepared herself to wake up on Christmas morning in a certified mood. Fully prepared herself to put on a fake smile as she watched everyone else do their thing, then throw herself headlong into some assignment that could definitely wait, but that she’d treat like it was the most urgent thing on the planet.

She had not, in any way, prepared herself for Fitz-Simmons to wake her up by pounding on her door, shouting about Christmas and Santa Claus before rapidly descending into a loud discussion of the physics of reindeer-led sleighs and faster than light travel.

She yanked her door open, not caring that her hair was a mess, not caring that her t-shirt was rumpled from sleep, not remembering that she had only boy shorts, and no pants.

“The one day off we’ve had in centuries, and you’re waking me up because - “

“Because we have all these presents for you, Skye!” Fitz said, Santa hat yanked down over his ears, remote controls in his hands, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Jemma tugged her into a tight, full-bodied hug that made Skye gulp and - she couldn’t help it - rest her cheek on Jemma’s shoulder, just for a second, just for a moment.

She didn’t know what to say as Jemma took her hand - she gulped again - and dragged her through the bus to where Fitz had set up a massive tree overnight, stacked high with gifts, a full quarter of them for Skye.

A fully functional, impeccably accurate model of her van. (From Fitz, with proud support and car nerdery assistance from Coulson.)

The most souped-up laptop she could ever imagine (and she imagined a lot), completely customized to her, down to her preferred typing patterns and with a keypad molded to her own hands. (From Fitz, with enthusiastic input from Simmons.)

A perfectly rendered painting of what the night sky(e) would look like from LA, without all the light pollution. (No one took credit for this one, but May actually smiled, like fully smiled, when Skye looked at her with tears in her eyes).

“You’re part of the family now, Skye,” Fitz told her when he tugged his own Santa hat off her head and placed it on hers.

“No escaping it now,” Simmons added.

She spent a good part of that morning crying alone in her bunk. From happiness, for once.

+++

It was another few years before they were all able to celebrate Christmas together again. 

When Jemma first came home from Maveth, she’d hardly been up for a romantic dinner alone with Fitz, let alone a whole Christmas celebration with the family.

On Christmas Eve, Simmons shared a quiet glass of wine with Daisy, and whatever else she and Fitz did to commemorate the evening, Daisy had no clue.

She had fun with Hunter and Bobbi and Mack - it was warm and it was sweet and it was family - but she missed Simmons. She missed Fitz.

She wondered, though she tried not to, if their first Christmas together had also been their last.

If the universe had been so cold to Fitz-Simmons that they’d only ever be each other’s warmth. If Daisy had no other part in it.

But then the next morning came. Christmas morning.

The knock on her door was soft and tentative.

Jemma.

Daisy almost tripped over her blankets to answer quickly. She could never get to Jemma quickly enough.

“Daisy,” Jemma said, the name still feeling new on her lips. But Daisy had meant what she’d said - Jemma really could call her whatever she wanted. “Merry Christmas.”

She held out a mug of cocoa, topped with so much whipped cream that Daisy couldn’t help but smile. Even with everything that had been going on, Jemma must have noticed how much more into sugar Daisy had found herself, after everything with her parents.

“Merry Christmas.”

Daisy thought that maybe their eyes lingered together for a moment longer than they normally would, a moment longer than someone else might consider appropriate.

“I made Christmas pancakes. For you, and for Fitz. Do you want to come back to our room? Share them with us, before Fitz eats them all?”

For you, and for Fitz. Our room. With us. Daisy’s head spun.

She cleared her throat. “What are Christmas pancakes?”

“The greatest pancakes ever to exist, Daisy!” Fitz called from down the hall.

Jemma giggled softly. Once again, she held out her hand for Daisy. Once again, Daisy took it.

Once again, Christmas felt like it could be... home.

+++

“My father didn’t believe in holidays, not really,” Fitz told Jemma and Daisy. After the Framework. After all the torture and all the death and all the... all of it. “Celebrating was a womanly activity,” he said. His eyes were far away.

Daisy met Jemma’s eyes. Tears were burning there - Fitz was learning to talk about his father, but slowly. Slowly. Jemma’s hand absently traced the spot on her leg where Leopold - where Fitz - had shot her.

Fitz noticed. He knelt, immediately, and replaced Jemma’s fingers with his lips.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured. Daisy had lost track of the number of times he’d apologized. 

“I was only in there for a day, and I did terrible things too, Fitz,” she reminded him.

She brought her fingers to his chin, tilted his head up so he would look at her. She glanced at Jemma - she was still new at this. At all of this. At figuring out where she fit in their relationship, in their love. She’d been especially nervous about it, around the holidays. Figuring out where she fit, how she fit.

Was Jemma the only one allowed to comfort Fitz, like this? But Jemma smiled and took Daisy’s free hand.

Fitz looked up at her like his life hung on her next words.

And maybe they did.

But he didn’t let her speak them. He’d told her and Jemma, so many times, that comforting him wasn’t their job. Not about this. 

They tried, anyway, and they did, anyway.

But he tried, too.

So he tilted his head so his lips kissed her palm.

“It’s Christmas, Daisy,” he smiled, with his eyes more than his lips. He kissed Jemma’s leg once more before he stood, and offered them both his hands. “My point about my father wasn’t to get lost in the past. It was to a build a future. Our future. He didn’t believe in holidays, but I do. Because you deserve them, Daisy. For yourself. And with us. So...”

He led them both off the Quinjet. He and Jemma had refused to tell Daisy where they were going, or why they were dressed so damn warmly.

Daisy gasped when he opened the bay doors.

He and Jemma had brought her... Christmas.

An immaculate igloo, big enough to fit Daisy’s entire history of crowded rooms with no real connections, complete with a smoking chimney that spoke of a warm fire inside. Two massive evergreen trees on either side of it, all strung with softly glowing white lights. A field of uninterrupted snow, as far as her eyes could see.

She didn’t ask how he’d managed to engineer it all.

She didn’t ask why he’d done this for her. He’d already said - he thought she deserved it.

When Mack emerged from the igloo, mugs of cocoa in his hands and Yo-Yo and Flint trying to get reindeer antlers on his head, May and Coulson next to them, it occurred to Daisy that FitzSimmons - her FitzSimmons - weren’t giving her anything she didn’t already have.

The three of them made a family together long ago. They just wanted to make sure she always knew.

Fitz held her hand while Jemma kissed her lips. Deke whooped from somewhere behind Mack. Flint snapped endless photos mid-laugh, because he’d never gotten over the whole idea of cameras. May tossed a snowball at Coulson, who promptly fell into a heap of fresh snow.

Home. FitzSimmons had brought her home for Christmas. 

And for maybe the first time, she didn’t question it.

[daisylincs]

Tapping the spacebar to wake up her laptop, Jemma moved to check the time there - only to freeze completely at the sight that awaited her. Her entire laptop screen - the entire thing - had been filled by a giant image of an envelope, sealed with a red heart on the top.

Now what on earth could that be?

AKA, Jemma might be working late, but her boyfriend and girlfriend are not about to let her forget how much she loves them. Fills the squares "Fitzskimmons" and "Cute notes" on the @agentsofchallenges Fluff Bingo 2020.

Dedicated with much love and appreciation to @bobbimorseisbisexual, my inspiration in all things polyship!

Read it here on AO3.

[maybebrilliant]

Another new day, another new fic.

...Hah, I wish. But anyway, fills my fluff bingo squares baking + Fitzskimmons

@agentsofchallenges

[gingerpeachtea]

last song: umbrellar by dua saleh

last movie: kingsman (2014)!!! (SUCH a good movie omfg)

last show: elementary

currently watching: i am in a constant state of rewatching agents of shield lmao

currently reading: ……ummm [CRICKETS]

currently working on: untitled fitzskimmons + robbie whump fic :D and the sequel to it despite not having finished the original yet lmao

favorite color: yellow + purple!!

sweet/savory/spicy: sweet!!

coffee/tea/cocoa: tea all year round, but hot coco in the winter :)

craving: chocolate!

tagging @topazcore @mangostreetgf @casey-brinkes :•)

tagged by the rad @achingly-shy ✨💜✨

last song: midnights megamix 

last movie: don’t remember

last show: wednesday

currently watching: nothing atm

currently reading: the subterraneans by that french dude

currently working on: dumbass school assignment 

favorite color: p u r p l e

sweet/savory/spicy: salty??

coffee/tea/cocoa: *vibrating* coffee

craving: water

tagging: @itsladyliv @killerqueenoftheclouds @acerobbiereyes @renee561 @moonlayl + anyone else ✨💜

[ismaelmyblogisamess]

Fic recs part 2

The godawful hoodie by @everythinghappens-love fitzskimmons domestic fluff

New friends, old books by @chidi-anagonye fitzsimmons fluff

And may your heart be merry by @recoveringrabbit fitzsimmons fluff with slight angst

A lifetime in the palm of your hand by @the-nerdy-stjarna fitzsimmons fluff with season 6 spoilers

A season away by @robotgort fitzsimmons au

Naked and afraid by @nerdlove4thewin fitzsimmons nsfw season 4A spoilers with humor

The wedding grinch by @jemmablossom fitzsimmons fluff and humor wedding

Through the camera on mack's phone by @memorizingthedigitsofpi fitzsimmons 5x12 spoilers

Hold on to the memories; they will hold on to you by @ohifonlyx33 fitzsimmons fic, season 5 spoilers

Off duty by @maggiegraceful fitzsimmons valentine

The story of her life by @jemmafitzsimmons fitzsimmons au, fluff, post civil war(mcu)

The dark knight by @grapehyasynth fitzsimmons au, fluff, angst, crack

The name of the game by @besidemethewholedamntime fitzsimmons au, angst, hurt/comfort

Burn down the disco by @athousandsplendidsuns fitzsimmons nsfw, angst, season 4B spoilers, fluff, smut

Here another list of fics, again most of them r fitzsimmons and one fitzskimmons, highly recommend to read em amd check out the authors

[florchis]

10 for fitzskimmons and/or 45 for philinda if you want to :]

I did the FSK one for now (”You know we can't keep this up forever”), maybe inspiration will strike later for the Philinda one!

"You know we can't keep this up forever," Fitz mumbles against the nape of Daisy's neck. She retaliates by placing her frozen feet in between of his shins, and he hisses but places his arm across her waist anyway."Why not?" She mumbles back, already half asleep. "I see no problem with this.""That's until May finds out about everything," Jemma points out, the woosh-woosh of the brushing of her hair enticing enough to make Daisy open her eyes again."Cute of you to think that May doesn't know everything that goes on in this base."A long silence follows her statement, and then both Fitz and Simmons reply, "Fair enough.""Anyway, I didn't mean that we should come clean to prevent May from finding the wrong way, though- scary. I meant that I want everyone to know. They are important, and this is important, and I think we should share things that matter with people that matter."Daisy turns around on the bed, her hand going to his cheek. "Aw, Jemma, look at out kind-hearted nerd!""Don't let yourself be fooled by the sentiment, Daisy: he is only aiming to get a bigger bed out of this.""You know what? I take it back. You two are awful, and you can start finding another room to go sneaking in the middle of the night!"

Prompt me!

AOS Masterpost

@aosficnet2

[gingerpeachtea]

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

YES HER NAME IS DAISY JOHNSON <3 btw reese ily

Sexuality Headcanon: BISEXUAL

Gender Headcanon: nonbinary & uses any pronouns :3

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

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

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

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

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

[ismaelmyblogisamess]

the story of her life -  a fitzsimmons arrival au

Summary: When alien spacecrafts arrive in twelve major cities around the world, linguist Jemma Simmons is recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Coulson to join his team in identifying why the shuttles landed on Earth. Assigned to work with engineer Leopold Fitz, the pair are tasked with learning to communicate with the alien species inhabiting the shuttles. But when mysterious dreams suddenly begin to cloud Jemma’s mind, she’ll soon learn her true role in this mission and the repercussions of learning a language out of this world.

Chapter 5 Sneak Peek:

Jemma shook her head and rustled her hair to force the image to escape her mind. After telling Fitz she was clear headed enough to continue the mission, the last thing she wanted was for him to walk in and find her daydreaming.

When he arrived at her desk, a pencil already behind his ear, Jemma put on her best neutral expression. But the foreign feelings already swirling inside her stomach made it almost impossible.

“You’re up early. Any new progress?” he asked as he gripped the back of her chair. His arm just brushed against her back, so she straightened up to lean closer to her desk.

“Not really,” she mumbled, picking up a random photograph and placing it in a pile.

“Well, I’ll start with the…” His voice faded out and into that of someone else, someone far away.

“You can stop staring. We’ve still got a long way to go.” The woman turned away from the mirror, pulling at the hem of her shirt.

“What should we name her?” the man asked from his place on the mattress.

“You’re so confident it’s a she,” she said, tilting her head.

The man narrowed his eyes and chuckled. “I just have a feeling.”

read chapter 5 or start from the beginning on ao3!

[smallblueandloud]

fandom-related skills i learned for fitzskimmons:

writing multichapter fics

outlining a fic for the first time

making a playlist with a subject

actually talking about that playlist??

running an organized sideblog (that's dead now whoops)

fandom-related skills i want to learn for fitzskimmons:

giffing

video editing

actually writing consistently

fanart

[queercapwriting]

Fitzskimmons first time having sex together? 💖💞💕

This wasn’t the first time they’ve all been in the same bed - there had been long missions and late-night brainstorming and night terrors that had brought them to fall asleep in each other’s arms - but it was the first time they’d all landed there after a date.

“Daisy,” Fitz murmured. His lips traced her neck while Jemma kissed her mouth. Daisy both moaned and laughed at the sound of the nerves in his voice.

“I swear on everything holy, Fitz,” she breathed into Jemma’s mouth. “May I?” she whispered, her fingers on the buttons of Jemma’s shirt.

“Yes please,” Jemma said. They both glanced at Fitz. He paused with his fingers caught up in Daisy’s hair.

“If you both want -”

“Fitz,” Daisy groaned with another laugh. She brought her lips back to Jemma’s with fresh urgency as she started working her out of her blouse. “If you tell me one more time,” she said between kisses, “that there’s no pressure to do anything I don’t want to, Jemma and I are going to kick you out and we’re going to cross this event horizon on our own.”

“Oh, well, yes, I mean, of course that’s okay -”

“Fitz!” Jemma and Daisy laughed and rolled their eyes at the same time. 

“Fitz, look at me.” Jemma took his face into her hands. “I love you. I am going to feel nothing but that love and compersion watching you and Daisy make love to each other, and to me. And if something other than being completely turned on and happy comes up for me, I’ll tell you both. And I expect the same communication from both of you.”

Jemma looked at both of her partners in turn. They nodded like slightly chastened school children.

“Good. Now.” Jemma licked her lips and brought her forehead to Fitz’s. “Do you want this, Fitz? It’s alright if you don’t, or if you’re not in the mood or not ready -”

“I do, no, yes, I am absolutely ready, definitely in the mood, I just want to make sure that you two -”

“And Daisy, you’re all good?”

“Definitely, yes.”

“So then?”

“So then I would very much like to cross our event horizon together, please.”

Jemma and Daisy smiled. Daisy bit her lip.

Fitz’s eyes flashed, finally letting himself smile, too.

“Daisy,” he said. “I um. I think you were busy with something, before I interrupted. Do you want some help?”

“Do I want help taking Jemma’s clothes off?” Daisy tilted her head, letting her eyes trace slowly - very, very slowly - up and down Jemma’s body. “Yeah, I think some help would be nice. Jemma, you still good?”

Jemma kissed her in answer. They’d talked - at length - about exactly how she liked to be touched, how they all liked to be touched. And it was like Daisy had studied a manual.

Daisy dropped to her knees to tease off Jemma’s jeans while Fitz kissed the nape of her neck. When Daisy’s lips found her bare stomach, Jemma whimpered. When Daisy chuckled into her skin, her fingers found themselves wrapped in Daisy’s hair. 

That was something else they’d discussed, but at Daisy’s sharp gasp, Jemma and Fitz both froze.

“Too hard?” Jemma asked.

“No, that, no, that was a good sound. Definitely a good sound.”

“Excellent,” Fitz murmured. He stepped back for a moment, his hands still on Jemma’s hips. All he could hear were Jemma’s soft groans and Daisy’s ragged breaths, and his brain needed a moment.

“Fitz?” Jemma turned, dazed, and reached for him. Daisy stood and moved to sit all three of them on the bed. She straddled Jemma, but mostly - in that moment - so they could all be as close together as possible.

“I’m good, no, I’m good. Just.” Fitz didn’t know how to explain. He just took both of their hands, and kissed their knuckles in turn.

“Just hard to process,” Jemma said. “No matter how much we’ve talked it through, it’s difficult to comprehend actually making love with the two people you share your soul with, watching the two people who mean the most to you in the universe give each other so much pleasure, knowing that you get to be a part of that love, that pleasure?”

Daisy and Fitz both looked slack-jawed at Jemma, who scoffed. “What? I can talk about emotions.”

“Okay, yeah, sure, but that was all poetic and shit, Jemma,” Daisy said. 

A pause. Then Fitz giggled. And Jemma giggled. And Daisy giggled.

Which, naturally, turned into tickling. Which, naturally, ended with Daisy straddling Fitz, holding his hands above his head to prevent him from tickling her. Jemma lied next to him, half turned so she could stare up at Daisy and across at Fitz in the same moment.

Fitz looked up at Daisy, his lips still frozen in a laugh. 

“You’re beautiful, Daisy.”

“So are you. Handsome, beautiful, sexy. All the adjectives.”

She held him down with one hand while she kissed him, her other bracing herself on the bed. Jemma kissed her way up and down Daisy’s arm, her shoulder, and Daisy never would have thought that would be particularly sexy, but God, God, it was.

“Daisy,” Fitz whispered, and the sound was right next to Jemma’s hitched breath as one of the sexiest things Daisy had ever heard. “Can I touch you?”

Daisy answered by shifting her hand off of his instantly. His were warm and soft on her stomach, her hips, her sides, her breasts. His left shook, slightly, slightly, and she shifted to kiss his wrist.

Jemma noticed - of course Jemma noticed - and she brought her lips to Fitz’s to soothe him, to remind him, to steady him.

Daisy didn’t bother stifling a groan as their kiss got deeper. She’d spent years seeing Jemma kiss Fitz, Fitz kiss Jemma, feeling an increasingly powerful combination of genuine happiness and sweet, sweet longing. She’d spent years keeping that longing to herself. 

She didn’t have to anymore. She relished the way her whimpering made Jemma kiss him harder, made Jemma sweep her hair away from her neck, inviting Daisy could kiss her there.

Her fingers found Jemma’s hair, Fitz’s cheek. Fitz’s hand, Jemma’s breasts. The buttons of Fitz’s shirt. The zip on his pants.

When Jemma shifted her lips to Fitz’s neck so Daisy could kiss his mouth, she tasted Jemma on his tongue and relished the way he moaned softly into her. When Jemma shrugged out of her bra and brought Daisy’s hand to her; when Fitz whispered, “go ahead, Daisy,” in her ear; when Jemma immediately tugged at Daisy’s hair and pulled her closer the moment Daisy’s lips touched her nipple; Daisy never thought her heart could pound so loud.

When Fitz knelt on the bed in front of them both, and Daisy asked if she could take his shirt off; when he shrugged out of it himself and stared at her, eyes wide and a little scared; when Daisy kissed his mouth and then his eyes and traced soft kisses all along his top surgery scars; when she whispered that she’d never imagined a rocket scientist could be so sexy, the way he kissed her back made her certain she would never be the same.

When Daisy laid Jemma down and kissed her way up her thighs, and Fitz held her hand while both he and Jemma tangled their fingers into her hair, because she’d asked, and they’d talked; when she could come completely undone, now, from the sheer sensation of it all, Daisy knew that nothing would ever taste as divine as Jemma did when she came in her mouth.

And when Fitz asked if Daisy still wanted to sit on his face; when he moaned that she wasn’t hurting him, that she could ride him as hard as she wanted; when Jemma kissed her and promised that she really, really could; when she begged and Fitz obliged, Jemma helping him push Daisy back onto the bed so he could lick her and slip one, two, three fingers inside her at the same time; when all she felt was Jemma’s mouth on hers and the soft vibration of Fitz’s moans against her clit and the pull of his fingers inside her, one hand grasping at his hair and the other, squeezing Jemma’s hand; when Jemma whispered, “you are so loved, Daisy,” into her ear, and Daisy let herself come... she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was true.

[agentmanatee]

Ok. Hear me out.

A fitzskimmons Free Guy AU called Free Sky(e)

Skye is a NPC in an online game living her life the way it was programmed; she wears a daisy-printed shirt everyday and she covets the Quake gloves she sees in the fashion store window. That is until she crosses path with hero Boshtok, Fitz's in-game character, as he hunts for evidence that his and Jemma's code was stolen without proper credit. Well, you see where this is going.

Thought? This could work with any one of them in any role. Personally, it cracks up to think that the beefed-up Skye could just be Inhuman Daisy high on the space puffies.

[ismaelmyblogisamess]

Cooking/Baking + bus kids

Here you are lovely!!! I hope you like it! 💛

There was very little to do on The Bus. Well, apart from the whole almost dying situation they did every now and again. But in between those times of complete panic and chaos, life on The Bus could become sort of repetitive and monotonous. To pass the time, they had board games to play and plenty of movies to watch, but those tasks could also fall victim to becoming somewhat boring after awhile. When such things happened, Fitz and Simmons would tinker about in the lab, Ward spent his time doing pushups, who knew what Coulson did in his office--probably going over paperwork--May did her tai chi and stayed silent in the cockpit, and Skye messed about on her laptop. 

However, there was one day when even scrolling through social media couldn’t numb away the boredom. That was how Skye and the two scientists she had wrangled into joining her plan ended up bumbling about the kitchen in an attempt to make an actual home cooked dinner.

“I didn’t even know we had a food processor on The Bus,” Jemma said, plugging in the kitchen appliance. “Isn’t that handy?”

“Apparently it’s only handy once in a blue moon,” Fitz replied.

“Well if we all ate a bit better,” Jemma tisked.

Skye passed Fitz a tomato, chucking it across the small island. “I ate a salad yesterday. And Fitz and I shared the potato chips.”

“Yeah, so finishing that bag was completely reasonable, Simmons.”

Jemma rolled her eyes but accepted the freshly washed tomatoes that Fitz handed her. Once she had diced them she slid them into the food processor. 

“Okay, Skye. You can do the honors,” the biochemist said, moving over so Skye could push the button. She had been very keen on being the one to mash up the tomatoes. 

“Let’s turn ‘em to mush,” Skye said excitedly. 

Fitz and Jemma realized the error at nearly the exact same time. “Wait!”

“Skye!”

Too late. 

The warnings fell right as Skye pushed down the blend button, the kitchen quickly becoming splattered in chunks of tomato, the lidless food processor letting the fruit fly. 

The three young crew members stood in shock about the kitchen island. Skye, who had been the closest, had tomato on her nose, her shirt, and just above her eyebrow. Jemma had some on her cheek while Fitz had a whole piece land in his curls. There was tomato on the ceiling, the counter, the floor, and cupboards. Essentially it was all over the little cabin kitchen. 

It was a beat before Skye dissolved into giggles, laughing so hard she fell to the floor. Jemma didn’t fall, but she did bend at the middle, holding her sides. Fitz shook his head, but broke when the chunk of tomato flew onto the floor with the motion. He ended up having to lean against the kitchen counter to keep himself steady. 

“What’s going on in here?” Coulson asked, walking into the tomato strewn kitchen. 

Skye was trying to pull herself together on the floor and Fitz was attempting to catch his breath, so it was Jemma who responded. “We were trying to make dinner, sir.”

“You know,” Coulson said, obviously trying to hide a smirk and remain professional, “the food processor does have a lid.”

At that, Skye snorted and Fitz had to kick her with his foot. 

“Yes, sir,” Jemma said. 

Coulson looked at each of them closely before saying, “well, clean up and get back to it. I’m looking forward to trying what the three of you cook up.”

Skye saluted, her butt still planted on the floor. “You’ve got it AC!”

Once again, Coulson hid a smirk as he left the little kitchen, leaving the trio to start back up on dinner. 

The second attempt at the recipe was much more successful and Skye, Fitz, and Simmons were all proud of their achievement. Mostly they were just proud that the second time they remembered the food processor’s lid.

Brotp Prompts

[ismaelmyblogisamess]

📚 + everythinghappens-love+fsk (i feel narcissistic asking but I'd love to know 😆)

It's not narcissistic lol it's simply curiousity

Tbh they r all good but i picked my top 5 i reread

It's daisy now

Safe house

I'm on fire

Wish is my command

Intro

These r my favorites

Thank you for the ask

200 followers celebration

[florchis]

Fitzskimmons + "are you jealous?"

This took a turn to ‘Hunter and Fitz sort of discussing polyamory and compersion’. Enjoy!

His sore feet almost start singing in relief the moment he finally sits down. He can not imagine how good it will feel when he gets home and takes off his shoes. Probably songs will be written about the magnificence of that experience."Hey, mate." Hunter sits down on the chair next to his, and Fitz raises his beer in greeting. "Can I ask you a question?"That gives Fitz pause: it is very unlike Hunter to beat around the bush instead of going straight for the throat."Sure."Hunter takes a long swig of his own beer, his gaze lost in the dance floor, and Fitz waits him out, nerves crippling on his skin."Are you jealous?" It feels like a convoluted question, and it takes Fitz a second to process it, follow Hunter's gaze to where Daisy is dipping Jemma in the dance floor, and only then he understands."Honestly? No." Hunter turns around, his brow furrowed and Fitz shrugs. "My brain tells me that maybe I should be, but my heart doesn't want to be." He looks at his girls, Jemma giggling while Daisy makes her do a sensual turn, and he can't help but smile. "I love them and feel loved by them too much to leave place in my heart for jealousy."Hunter nods slowly, deep in reflexion, and Fitz loosens the knot of his tie: Jemma is now kissing the hollow of Daisy's collarbones and suddenly he feels breathless."Is that easy, hmm?"Fitz looks at him from the corner of his eye; maybe he should push the issue and make Hunter tell him what is on his mind, or maybe it is not time for that yet. The difference is subtle and hard to notice."No, it is not." He follows Hunter's eyes to the bar, where Bobbi and May are trying each other's drinks, and he smiles. "It is really hard. It takes work, and a conscious effort to not let yourself be ruled by doubts and insecurities, and a shitton of other things. But, Hunter?" He waits for Hunter to look at him again, a trembling smile on his lips. "It is also very worth it."

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AOS Masterpost

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