#it probably stayed unsappy because i wrote most of it during class lmao

[creacherkeeper]

skimmons + long distance relationship 👀👀👀👀👀👀 (also you can add in skimmorse or fitzskimmons if it works/helps!!! love you)

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“Do you want to watch Street Fighter with me?” Trip asks,sprawled on the couch.

Daisy sets her keys down on the shelf by the door, thendrops her backpack to the floor. The movie is already playing on their small TVscreen, in their small apartment’s small living room. Daisy lets her eyeslinger on the screen for a moment, caught by the impression that one of theactresses looks achingly familiar, though she can’t place from where.

“Um, I gotta—” Daisy hooks a thumb over her shoulder,pointing at the wall that separates the living room from her room.

Trip looks disappointed. “We can heckle it,” he attempts.

Daisy smiles. “While that sounds very appealing—”

“You’re gonna go call your girlfriend, aren’t you?”

Daisy nods. “Gonna go call my girlfriend.”

Trip gives a lengthy sigh, then waves her away. “Alright, yalovebird. Go make kissy faces at your phone.”

She flips him a middle finger, but there’s no real malicebehind it. He only laughs, and goes back to his movie.

Daisy makes her way into her room, quickly changes into herpajamas, and flops onto the bed. She plugs her phone into the wall charger, andthen pulls up her contacts. Jemma’s name tops the list, a star next to it.Daisy clicks the name, then clicks the video call. The phone rings for only afew moments before Jemma picks up.

“You’re late,” Jemma says teasingly.

“Sorry, your majesty,” Daisy drawls. “My sad student ass hadto drag herself to the library after class.”

“You’re already taking night classes,” Jemma says, browsdrawn, “you shouldn’t have to study afterwards as well.”

“Work never sleeps.”

“I recognize that you’re quoting me back at me, but it’s notgoing to work in your favor right now.”

Daisy smiles, wiggling around to get more comfortable on thebed. “Well, I tried.”

There’s still natural light coming through the curtains inJemma’s room, though it’s dark outside for Daisy. That’s what they get forliving on opposite coasts—Jemma all the way in California getting a thirdgraduate degree at Stanford, Daisy still in her sophomore year at Georgetown.

Daisy yawns, eyes closing briefly.

“You look tired,” Jemma says.

Daisy hums and opens her eyes. “I am.”

“You should go to sleep.”

“No,” Daisy whines. “I want to talk to you.”

“Isn’t it almost 11?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s late. And you’ve got work tomorrow.”

“I know, I know.” Daisysighs, rubbing her face. “I just … I miss you.”

Jemma gives her a soft smile, playing with the curls of hairthat have fallen over her shoulder. “I’m here. Whenever you need me.”

“But you’re not here.”

Jemma’s smile turns sad. “I know. But I’ll always be there for you. You know that, right? And we’llalways have this. That’ll have to be enough, for now. Until we can be closer.”

“I know,” Daisy says, her mouth quirking into something that’snot quite a smile, not quite a grimace. “And you’re sure Fitz hasn’t inventedteleportation yet? You’re not holding out on me?”

Jemma laughs. “No, I’m not holding out on you.”

“Damn.”

“Although I’m not sure I’d want either of us going through ateleport, anyway. Depends on the logistics of it. A wormhole, maybe. But ateleport? I suppose it depends on what sort of physical or mental continuityyou believe in, whether you’d actually survive it.”

Daisy closes her eyes. “Good. Talk science to me.” There’ssilence on the other end, and eventually Daisy blinks her eyes back open.

Jemma is staring at her with a soft expression. “Go tosleep, Daisy,” she says. “You’re exhausted.”

“Don’t wanna,” Daisy says plaintively.

Jemma narrows her eyes, then shoots a look around her room,thinking. “Alright—compromise. I need to edit my research proposal, so how aboutI stay on the line and go over it out loud, and you listen until you fallasleep?”

Daisy purses her lips. “That sounds agreeable.”

Jemma beams. “Excellent.”

Jemma gets up to fetch some papers, then comes back andpulls her hair into a ponytail at the back of her head. She starts reading asDaisy buries herself in her comforter, propping the phone against a pillow tokeep it upright. She listens to Jemma read, her eyes growing heavy, her mindfoggy, not really understanding the words (not that she would had she been moreawake). She fights to keep her eyes open, but it’s seeming like a losingbattle.

Eventually, Jemma glances at her phone. “Daisy,” she gripesfondly, “you have to actually close your eyes for this to work.”

“Wanna look at you,” Daisy mumbles groggily.

Jemma tries to keep the grin off her face, but she’s notvery good at it. “You’re so sappy tonight.”

“’M always sappy.”

“True. I’m not going to keep reading, though, unless youclose your eyes.”

Daisy gives her best attempt at a glare, but gives in. Jemma’svoice flows over her, and it’s not long before Daisy is asleep.