#fitzsimmons fluff

somewhere nice and quiet

Collection: Agents of Birthdays

For: @ismaelmyblogisamess​

Rating: Gen

Relationships/Characters: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons

Summary:  Fitz and Jemma have a rare night off together, and now they need to decide what to do with it. Pure fluff, set mid-season 4.

Hi Anon!

Hope you like it!

One of the first things that Leo Fitz and Jemma Simmons did when they finally moved from the lighthouse to their own home was purchase the biggest, softest bed they could find.  Decades of sleeping on cramped Shield or Military issued bedding, the rocks of Maveth, and a cryo freeze chamber made them feel they had earned this luxury.  

The massive bed took up more of the room than it should have but it quickly became one of their favorite places in their new home.  Piled high with pillows, a fluffy duvet, and quilts from Fitz’s mother the couple would spend hours snuggled into each other arms in its warm embrace.  

Now, eight years after they left Shield to start their new life.  The once massive bed had become to feel small.   

Fitz awoke with the same feeling of warmth that he always did.  Jemma’s head was pillowed against his chest as it had been for years.  However, his arm and legs were most decidedly asleep as two forms were curled on them.   

Mackenzie had taken up her usual position on her father’s other side, her head resting on her father’s chest like her mothers.   James was laying across both of his parents, his head resting on Jemma’s stomach in a position that Fitz could never understand how he found it comfortable.  

The rest of the bed was filled with Athena and Artemis, the kittens now cats Deke had taken in and would sleep with Fitz and Jemma when their beloved human was on one of his travels.  More stuff animals than were really necessary.  And piles and piles of books belonging to both parent and children.  

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Jemma whispered softly her hand gently carding through James’s curly hair.  

Fitz kissed her forehead.  “Me neither,” he said.  

“And to think this bed used to feel too big,” he said with a smile.  

Jemma tipped her head up and nuzzled his chin until he came down to give her a soft kiss.  “Well, it’s about to feel even smaller,” she said after she pulled away casting a significant look down to her stomach.

It only took Fitz a moment to realize what she was saying.   His entire face lighting up in pure joy before he captured her lips once more.  

“I love you so much,” he whispered as they pulled away.

Of course i;m still taking prompts! It’s fluff you have requested and tooth aching fluff is what you shall receive! Enjoy honey! ;) Bonus points if you get the Mamma Mia reference haha! 

13. “It’s time to say goodbye”

The early morning sun shone brightly through the windows andonto Fitz’s face. He cringed as the rays of light bore into his tired eyes. Hemoaned and reached out for Jemma. But her side of the bed was empty. Running again, he thought to himselfpulling her pillow over his face in order to block the sun.

But then he heard the sound of running water. Must he taking a shower.

After a bit Fitz heard her bare feet walking into the bedroom.He pulled the pillow up slightly in order to see her. She was wearing nothingbut a towel wrapped loosely around her. He grinned at the sight.  She looked a bit like an angel as the morninglight hit her body. It looked as if she was glowing.

“Good morning,” he mumbled removing the pillow from his headwith a silly grin.  

Jemma turned to give a charming smile. “Morning Fitz.”

“Why are you up so early?” Fitz asked as Jemma began to pullon jeans and a cute top.

“I have a meeting in a few hours so I wanted to prep forit.”

But Fitz had better plans. “Jemma could you come here realquick? My nose is itching and I think it might be a rash. Will you check?”

Jemma did as he had asked and made her was towards the bed.

The trap had been set, and Fitz was ready to pounce.

Jemma leaned down to get a close look at Fitz’s face, andwhen she did so he flung his arms around her! With laugh burst of laughter fromboth of them, he pulled her down to the bed.

“Fitz!” She shriekedtrying to fight against him.

Soon, Fitz had her pulled tightly against him with a firmgrip around her middle. “Ah that’s better he sigh into her hair.

“Fitz I’ve got to get up and prep.”

“You don’t need to prep. You’ll be fine,” Fitz grinnedmischievously as Jemma tried her best to remove herself from him.

But soon she gave up and sighed. “Oh all right. We cancuddle for just a bit, but then I really do have to go.”

“I like that plan,” Fitz whispered in her ear. He grinnedwhen he heard she tremble slightly as he nibbled at her earlobe.

Sadly, the time passed quickly. Fitz had just begun to getcomfortable when Jemma began to move again. “Its it time already?” He askedstill trying to hold her back just for a few more seconds.

“It’s time to say goodbye Fitz.” Jemma pulled herself fromFitz’s grasp and siting up straight.

Fitz was pleased tosee her hair was slightly ruffled. He liked her hair like that and heespecially loved it when he was the reason for it. “I wish you didn’t have togo.”

“I know,” Jemma replied planting a gentle kiss on Fitz’sforehead.

“Oh come on give me a little more than that!”

Jemma rolled her eyes with a laugh and leaned down to giveFitz a quick peck on the lips. Then she jumped up from the bed and beganbrushing her hair.

“That’s all you’ve gonna leave me with? Just a peck?”

Jemma turned and winked at him. “If you want more you’llhave to wait till tonight.”

That made Fitz perk up. He sat up in the bed and starredacross the room his girlfriend.  “I likethe sound of that!” He said as his eyebrows shot up so high he was sure they gotlost in his hair.

“I thought you might,” Jemma giggled picking up her bag.Then she began to head out into the hallway that lead to the front door. Butshe was brought to a halt by the sound of loud signing coming from the bedroom.

“Honey, honey, how you thrill me! Ah ha! Honey honey,” Fitzwarbled out, slightly off key.

“Fitz are you singing an ABBA song?” Jemma asked burstingwith laughter.

But he didn’t reply, instead he continued to shout the lyrics loudly. “Honey,honey, nearly killed me ah ha! Honey, honey!”

“I’m going now Fitz!”

But he was determined to serenade her all the way out. “Theway that you kiss good night! The way that you hold me tight! I feel like Iwanna sing when you do your thing!”

Fitzsimmons drabble inspired by this post

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Jemma stormed into the kitchen five minutes behind Fitz, only to find Fitz was preparing to make pancakes. She knew he typically took a break around this time since he always complained of hunger until he could finally manage to leave and find sustenance; but after the discovery they had just made, she was a bit miffed he would chose to take a break just now--and a long break at that. She tried not to scold him and instead talked incessantly about risk assessment, the proper course of action they should take, and (of course) the scientific solutions available. He offered a few head nods at first and even his brief opinions on a few of her ideas, but for the last 5 minutes he had listened to her rant in complete silence, almost as if ignoring her.

She watched him flip the last of his pancakes, seemingly unperturbed by the imminent danger they faced, until she had had enough. “Fitz! Are you even listening to me?”

He snapped his head to the side to look at her, ”Wha-!? Of course I am, Jemma!” Having defended himself, he carried on preparing a short stack of buckwheat pancakes exactly the way he knew she liked them.

“Then why aren’t you taking any of this seriously?!”

“I am. I do.” Fit said nonchalantly, adding an artistic smiley face of whipped cream on the top pancake and sliding it across the counter to her.

She barely looked at the unimaginable smiling pancakes, before she began to protest. “Ugh, Fitz! I hardly think it's the time for such th-” she was rolling her eyes when she suddenly found her words cut off by something sweet and cold in her mouth. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she swallowed a mouthful of whipped cream. For a moment she was distracted, but not for long. “Fitz-”

He plopped some pancakes on his own plate and sighed. “Aren’t you tired of the world ending every 12 minutes, Jemma?” “Yes, of course I am, as you well know, but that doesn’t negate the fact that it will if we don’t-”

“It can wait until after lunch. Buckwheat, Jemma. I could have made fluffy golden buttermilk pancakes, but I chose buckwheat. The least you could do is eat them. It’s not like I made them because I love eating inferior breakfast foods so much.”

She looked at the plate before her with new regard and took a bite. Fitz knew she preferred buckwheat. He had known she’d need a happy food and made these specifically for her despite his own tastes. Still, he was so much calmer than she could be, and she wanted to know why. “So you aren’t the least bit worried?”

“Sure,” Fitz shrugged, “but we’ll figure it out like we always do.” He sprayed some whipped cream in his mouth and leaned on the counter, staring into Jemma’s eyes with a playful twinkle in his eyes.

Jemma met his gaze and softened her own. “Perhaps...” She leaned in and gave him a tender kiss, managing as she did so to grab the whipped cream can. As their lips parted, Jemma sprayed the can in his hair, making a small mess and laughing as Fitz jumped back. Her smile faded into a serious line with teasing eyes. She knew she was about to win this.

“Don’t worry, you have time to clean up while I eat these delicious pancakes you so thoughtfully made me. I’ll meet you back in the lab in, say, fifteen minutes? After all, we wouldn’t want to neglect our duties, given the serious nature of the threat we face.”

“Aahh… Tickles! Stop… M’sleeping…” groaned the mountain ofblankets in a distinctively Scottish accent.

Daisy and Jemma glanced at each other from the end of Fitz’sbed, trying but failing to hold back their giggles as they stepped back toadmire their handiwork: from under the covers peeked out two pasty feet,partially stuffed into a pair of bright pink and extremely fuzzy socks.

Fitz blinks groggily at the two figures in the room “Huh?J-Jemma? Wait what- what are you doing?”

“We match!” exclaims Daisy, kicking her foot up to reveal anidentical sock. She laughs as the less flexible biochemist attempts to copy heractions, arms flailing wildly and landing in a heap on the floor.

“Match?” he catches a glimpse of the offending footwear and sighs. “I sleep for five minutes –“

“Actually you’ve been asleep for an hour and a half”interrupts Jemma.

“I- I- it doesn’t matter! I can’t even get ten minutes of peace and quiet aroundhere, no wonder Bobbi and Hunter left for the bloody Bahamas and left us lothere to be RUDELY awakened in the middle of a nap by a pair of idiots and somesocks!”

“Come on Fitz, they’recute! They even match the bra we got you –“

“You WHAT?!” he sat bolt upright just to be hit in the faceby, you guessed it, a massive pink bra. “Jemma! This is NOT funny!”

The girls just laughed harder as Jemma took out Fitz’s phoneand started to take photos of the irritated engineer.

“Hey give that back!” he lunges for the phone as she tossesit to Daisy who runs out of the room.

“Distract him Simmons!” she yells as Fitz starts tugging offthe socks.

“Oh no you don’t –,“ teases Jemma, throwing a pillow at hishead, hard. It hits him with a thump and he is about to retaliate when thesecond one hits him. And then the third. Jemma had her arms full of cushions andteddies, pelting them and laughing at the confused expression on his face. Hedecides to respond in kind, reaching out to Jemma who screams as he squeezes herwaist and scrambles away, blindly throwing teddies behind her.

“Come back here Jemma Simmons, I’m getting my revenge!”

The two scientists run in circles around Fitz’s room,jumping over the various soft toys and cushions strewn across the floor,squealing as they try to tickle each other mercilessly. In retrospect, runningacross a messy wooden floor in fuzzy slippers was never going to be a good ideabut even geniuses have their moments.

“Catch me if you – aaahhh!” Jemma shouted as she trippedover a stuffed monkey, landing face-first in the duvet that had migrated onto thefloor. Seconds later the gloating Fitz landed on top of her as he triedunsuccessfully to stop himself from falling. The pair are silent for a second,stunned, before Jemma looks over at her best friend; his messy hair and redcheeks, out of breath and attempting to look annoyed as he rubs his elbow.

“I hate you, you know that right Simmons?” he mutters,glaring at her.

She just smiles gleefully at him, and before long they hadcollapsed again in a fit of giggles, Fitz laughing at Jemma’s childish grin andJemma laughing at the sock still half-attached to his foot.

Happy pre-valentines day! Thought I would post a story at day early, and its probably one of my favorite things I have ever created. The inspiration is the Ed Sheeran song "Photograph", and I tried to incorporate the imagery of that into the story. I also listened to it on repeat while I was writing, so I highly encourage listening to it. I might actually make a whole series of fics from the songs on the Multiply CD. Enjoy, and tell me what you think!

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Simmons never considered herself aromantic type. Hell, she was quite the opposite—very type A, serious, has aplan, doesn't get distracted. Fitz, ironically, was also very serious and methodological. How was it that she was so attached?

               Fitz was everything to her. He was the first thing she saw in the morning. His hugs were the last thing that she felt at night. The sky’s hue reminded her of his eyes. The plaid flannel she wore in the mornings made her turn at every mirror. Even her bloody phone, with its state-of-the-art technological additions reminded her of how he had painstakingly improved all of the phones after taking them to encrypt. Aside from all of this, of course, were the photographs.