#*52weeks

YOU READ THAT TITLE RIGHT, Y’ALL. FIFTY. FREAKING. TWO.

I did it!!!!

A fic a week, every week, for fifty two weeks. Sometimes I cheated, just slapping an ending on a drabble that’s been sitting on my hard drive forever. Sometimes I only managed 100 words. But I still got it done! FIFTY TWO WEEKS with a fic!

Thanks so much to everyone who’s commented or kudo’d or replied to my fics this year. It was only thanks to your encouragement and support that I was able to keep going. I love you all the most <3

(And to those who’ve asked: haha, no, I am not doing this challenge again in 2021. No one should do this challenge. 0/10 would not recommend.)

And now that my gushing is complete, without further ado, my stats for 2020:

52/52 weeks with a fic!!!!!! 172,231 words          (for comparison, I wrote 24,161 in ALL of 2019 - so this year’s total is more than SEVEN TIMES last year’s)          (that’s an average of approximately 3,312 words per week) 3 Harry Potter fics - my first in like 8 years 2 Game of Thrones fics - my first ever 39 Jemma/Grant fics - this year reignited my love for biospec in a way I really did not expect! hopefully it did the same for y’all and I wasn’t just...spamming you with a pairing you’ve all moved on from lol 7 Jemma/Will fics - you wouldn’t know if from that ratio, but I actually ship them harder than I do Jemma/Grant. it’s just that I want these bbs to live HAPPILY EVER AFTER with ZERO STRUGGLES and I’m just not very good at writing plotless fluff. oops. 2 Jemma/Hive fics - he’d be so offended. oh well.        (if that math doesn’t quite add up, it’s because one of my fics was both Jemma/Grant and Jemma/Will) 5 years-old WIPs finished!!!! in case you missed them:         sunset in your eyes (first started June 2017, last updated May 2018)         erase myself and let go (start it over again) (first started November 2014, last updated January 2015)         would you be sorry (if i swore that i’d be there) (first started January 2016, last updated October 2016)         current drag me down (first started June 2016, last updated August 2016)         a war between the good and bad (first started December 2015, last updated January 2016) I turned 20 old, half-finished oneshots into fics I came up with 27 new, original ideas

Overall, as horrible and not-fun as this challenge was (seriously. would not recommended. zero stars.), I feel very accomplished! Thank you again to everyone who commented, kudo’d, subscribed, and bookmarked - it means a lot.

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Jemma Simmons/Grant Ward Characters: Grant Ward, Jemma Simmons, Melinda May, John Garrett Additional Tags: Season/Series 01, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Episode: s01e11 The Magical Place

“…What?”

“How long ago did you get Simmons out?” Coulson asks instead of explaining himself.

“Uh…” Grant, still very thrown by the unexpected orders, actually has to take a minute to think about it. “About three days. Had to get her across the border, reach a safehouse, and find a doctor.”

“Yeah,” Coulson sighs. “That tracks.”

“Sir? You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

This is a Christmas gift for the wonderful, spectacular @ilosttrackofthings​​, who I love to itty bits. Merry Christmas!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Jemma Simmons/Grant Ward Characters: Grant Ward, Jemma Simmons, Phil Coulson, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz, Melinda May Additional Tags: Team Bus - Freeform, Season/Series 02, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Forgiveness

“Hey,” he says.

“Good morning,” she returns calmly. She’s settled in the chair outside his cell like she intends to stay a while, hands neatly folded on her lap. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

Funny.

“Nothing that can’t wait,” he says, dropping to sit on the bed. “But I’ll interrupt you before you even start.” He puts some regret in his voice, hits her with the sad eyes and apologetic frown. “I’m sorry, but I can’t answer your questions. I’m only talking to Skye.”

Simmons doesn’t even blink.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Will Daniels/Jemma Simmons, Jemma Simmons/Grant Ward Characters: Jemma Simmons, Original Female Character(s), Will Daniels, Grant Ward Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon, Alternate Universe - Different Framework Universe (Marvel), Season/Series 04, Grief/Mourning

These days, Mum settles for dragging herself out of bed at 6:53 to say goodbye and make sure Molly gets off to school today—and even that’s an obvious struggle for her.

Which is why Molly is so surprised to walk into the kitchen early Tuesday morning and find Mum there, fully dressed and staring blankly at the refrigerator. The closed refrigerator.

“Mum?”

Mum starts and turns. She’s weirdly pale in the kitchen’s warm light. “Molly.”

thank you for all the kind messages. <3 

for probably obvious reasons, I’m not much in a mood to write just now, so please accept this drabble I’ve always meant to expand into a real fic. maybe someday I will! for now, this is all I’ve got to offer.

The doors have no sooner swung shut behind the guard dragging Simmons than they’re opening again so he can drag her right back in.

…Except that’s not exactly true. This time, he’s not dragging her. This time, she’s walking—hell, she’s practically leading the way.

Grant eyes her, taking in her suddenly relaxed demeanor, and is immediately on guard. She’s up to something for sure.

This prompt is suuuuuuuuuper old, but for week forty seven I have slapped an ending on the drabble I started in response to it however long ago. I hope you (and every one else!) enjoy! <3 <3

When the barrier clears to reveal Simmons standing on the otherside, Grant’s ready to inform her—just like he has every other visitor—that he’s only gonna talk to Skye.

Before he can do more than open his mouth, though, he gets verydistracted. “Is that my shirt?”

Simmons scoffs. “Don’t be ridicu…”

As she speaks, she’s glancing down at herself. The horror on herface when she realizes that yeah, that grey Henley is one hundred percent his,is priceless. She pinches a bit of the fabric beneath the collar and pulls itaway from her skin, face twisted in disgust like she’s thinking about takingthe shirt off here and now.

Rude—but also tempting.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Jemma Simmons/Grant Ward Characters: Jemma Simmons, Grant Ward, John Garrett (Marvel) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon, Project Centipede (Marvel), John Garrett is the Clairvoyant

“Yes,” Markham says patiently. “The Clairvoyant. He’s head of the Cen—”

“The Centipede project,” she says over him. “Yes, I remember.”

In his stoic way, he looks quite surprised. (Which is to say, one of his eyebrows raises a tiny fraction of a millimeter.) An understandable reaction—this is the seventh such ‘interview’ she’s held this week, and the first time she’s remembered any of the projects under consideration off the top of her head.

The Clairvoyant must have been warned of her general disinterest, by gossip if not by Markham, because he beams smugly at her.

I just can’t this week, y’all. This isn’t much, but I hope you enjoy. (Three weeks to go! I’m almost free!)

Though Jemma imagines she’ll never again be able to look at sand without some combination of disgust and remembered fear, there’s nonetheless something wonderfully soothing about watching the waves wash in and out along the shore. She feels as though she could sit here and watch it for hours...though perhaps that’s the company.

Will is tucked in next to her, slumped low on the wicker couch with his legs propped up on the coffee table. He’s long since dozed off - poor thing, his physical therapy wears him out something awful - but his grip on her hand hasn’t faltered. 

All of it - his slow, even breathing, the familiar weave of his fingers through hers, the weight of his head against her arm - is more than comforting. To have him with her, beside her, after weeks fearing him dead...there are no words.

The breeze is picking up, sending stray bits of sand swirling along the deck and prompting Jemma to readjust the blanket over her knees, spreading it to cover Will, as well. She could always just wake him, prod him back inside so they might warm each other up, but it’s so lovely just to sit here, she finds she doesn’t want to. 

Sunset, she decides. She’ll wake him to watch the sunset, as they do every night.