we were in screaming color

A collection of drabbles for Pride 2020

Ch. 4: Domestic Fitzskimmons (for @loved-the-stars-too-fondly)

(Fills the “That’s not what I meant” square of my @marvelpolyshipbingo Card)

This also fills the “That’s not how science works” square in my @marvelpolyshipbingo Card (I’m accepting requests for it!).

Fitz scowls at her. “I am not asking her, Jemma. You can not make me.”

Jemma rolls her eyes at him and tangles their arms together. Fitz lets her and also lets her walk him to her locker, despite being annoyed at her: there is being annoyed at your girlfriend and then there is being annoyed at your girlfriend.

“If you never ask her, you will never get a yes. That’s just science, Fitz.”

“That’s not how science works and you know it,” he replies through gritted teeth, but he still stretches his arms in front of him. Jemma either doesn’t hear him or pretends she doesn’t hear him while she piles books high up on his arms. “Every last soul in this damn school knows we are dating, Simmons. I’m not putting myself through the rumor mill just because. They will tear me apart.”

Jemma considers the last book and finally decides to add it to the pile. Fitz grunts under the effort, and instead of taking pity of him, she hip-pushes him apart while she closes and locks the locker. He never stops finding new sides to this unrewarding job of being a boyfriend. Once she is done, she takes some books- not half, but some- from him, and goes into tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek. Ah, yes. The reason that makes about everything worth it.  

Written for @quakeriderwritersguild St. Valentine Challenge. My prompt was “first time sharing a bed”. This is also a reward for @everythinghappens-love!

Of all the new, exhilarating things that he had started to unwrap and enjoy ever since their little arrangement solidified, Leopold Fitz was not counting on this one.

Skye is bouncing up and down on the bed, clearly on a sugar slash excitement rush, and Jemma, sitting on the other end of the mattress, is letting herself be bounced by the momentum transfer, pretending to be exasperated but actually looking at Skye with her eyes full of fondness. They look perfectly happy and comfortable with this situation, and Fitz can not breathe.

we were in screaming color

A collection of drabbles for Pride 2020

Ch. 2: Jemma has a breakdown over her feelings for Fitz and Daisy helps her get through it. (Pre-FSK)

Sorry it took me so long! Hope a bit of post-Maveth snuggling makes up for it!

Ever since she got back, Fitz and Skye- Daisy, Daisy, Daisy- have kept their prudent distance. It’s not that they have been unattentive or uncaring: only that they know she had been alone for so long that overcrowing her will do her no good. There are certain things that only time- and a healthy amount of therapy- can fix. At her request, Fitz has also stopped sleeping by her bedside every night. She is determined to keep herself afloat, without needing him there to fight away nightmares or to remind her how to breathe properly. Maybe it’s not the wisest decision she has ever made, but she won’t go telling him, telling them, that. Being strong starts with deciding to be strong, isn’t that how it works?But there is only so much of that ideal that can still stand when she is alone at night, looking at the ceiling and feeling every second sliding of her skin, thick as years. A big part of her recovery has been about getting used again to the abundance of overwhelming stimuli, but a small part has also been about re-learning how not to be alone and that now she doesn’t have to do everything all by herself anymore.So, instead of keep on suffering all by her lonesome, she gets up, goes on tiptoes to Fitz’s bunk and punches in the code she knows by heart. “Jemma?” Skye- Daisy’s voice welcomes her, and she smiles. She chose Fitz because chances were higher to get him on base than Daisy, but she is so very glad that they are here together. “Are you okay?”“Um, yes. I just…” She inhales and exhales. There is an extra difficulty on having to ask for what she needs- she has never been good at that, not even before Hell-, but her heart rate decreases with Fitz’s cologne floating to her nose and Daisy with bedhead looking at her with soft eyes. “I need a hug.”Daisy pushes gently on Fitz’s back; he turns around 45º degrees but keeps on snoring quietly, and Jemma’s heart is overwhelmed with fondness. There is an open space on the bed now between her and Fitz, and Daisy pats it invitingly.    “Come here.” She climbs into the bed carefully to not wake up Fitz. It is easy to snuggle against his back, all of him warm and soft. Daisy drapes her arm around her waist, her hand finding Jemma’s stomach, and pushes herself close as she can go, surrounding her with their combined body warmth. It could be smothering, but it’s soothing instead. “Is this okay?” She murmurs softly on Jemma’s ear. “Yeah. Yeah, it really is.”    For the first time since she came back, she feels finally home.  

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Hi love! From a “FSK meet again fifteen years after parting ways amicably” I started for Kink Bingo that I still hope to finish

“Jemma was just telling me that her divorce went through last month. We should go celebrate.”

It is a flood of information, and he only manages to squeak out, “You got married?”

Jemma sends Daisy A Look, but Daisy snickers at her. 

“Twice, in fact.” She makes a pause, licks her lips. “Didn’t you?”

Daisy raises a hand in between them to stop him from replying.

“Don’t answer that. I can’t have this conversation without alcohol.”

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"Guys. Hey, guys. I just had a wonderful idea." She kicks on Fitz's shin until he stops making out with Jemma, and they both turn their eyes on her. Daisy waits an added second for effect. "Let's have a baby."Jemma groans, and Fitz chokes. All things considered, that is not such an awful reaction as she could have gotten."Wha-what?" Fitz looks like he is on the verge of having a stroke, and Jemma redirects her attention to him. "Smile at me, Fitz, please." She waits to see that his smile is symmetrical even if weak and then turns to send a nasty look Daisy's way. "Why would you say something like that, Daisy?"Daisy pouts, and Jemma rolls her eyes but pulls on her hand until she is sprawled on top of both their laps."Sorry for saying that I love you both and I want to spend the rest of my life with you two and have a family together." The change of position makes the alcohol go more quickly to her brain, and she feels tipsier and more lightheaded than before."You said nothing of the kind," Fitz points out, and though his eyes still look panicked, his fingers are running smoothly through her hair.Daisy shrugs as well as she can in a horizontal position."It was implied, you guys. You take thew romanticism out of everything."Jemma looks affronted- being called unromantic is a sore sport for her-, but Fitz laughs softly. His mouth looks finger-licking good from where she is laying, and she drags him down to kiss her. Jemma's hand finds her way around her waist while they are kissing, and Daisy squeezes her fingers affectionately.  "Let's talk about this again when we are less drunk and less horny," Fitz proposes when they break apart the kiss.Daisy would like to give him an answer, but Jemma's throat looks too tempting to not pull herself up in order to lick at it. The attack takes Jemma by surprise, and Daisy can not see but can imagine the way she is looking at Fitz with darkened eyes from over Daisy's shoulders.  "Let's."

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"No. I refuse. I can't for the love of me take another step." Fitz lets himself flop to the grass. The sun is hitting him straight in the eyes, but his arms hurt too much to even consider raising them to his face. If this makes him blind too, so be it.Daisy pokes him with the point of her foot, and he only makes a small noise of discomfort in protest. "Aw, come on, Fitzy! We are only halfway done!" Jemma stretches her hand at him, but he won't fall for that this time.  "We all decided that exercising together would be a good improvement in our love life and our love life," Jemma reminds him while she does that eyebrows thingy that always makes both him and Daisy so uncomfortable when she does it in public."You made me walk for forty minutes already. Uphill. That's the opposite of love." He pouts, and with a sigh, Daisy sits down by his side, blocking the sun from his face. God, he loves her. He snakes to place his head in her lap and she accepts him willingly. "Why do you hate me, girls?" He asks in a mock-dramatic voice, even while Daisy rubs his temples lovingly."Don't make me play the one who arrives last sleeps alone tonight card, Fitz!""The competitive approach only works with you, Jemma," points Daisy. "Come on, give the guy a rest and then we can turn back.""Fine." Jemma sits down, her own head finding her way on the crook's of Daisy's neck, and Fitz can physically see the tension dissipating from her muscles while Daisy rubs her shoulders. "Only because the view is lovely here."Reinvigorated by Daisy's ministrations, he stretches his arm until he can lace his fingers with Jemma's"Oh yes, the fact that Daisy is loving both of us up doesn't have anything to do with that, I imagine."Jemma pouts at him."I hate you.""Told you!"

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