Can I prompt you to write something with Daisy in Fitz's clothes? Thank you!
AN ~ did you mean MY FAVOURITE FLUFF TROPE EVER because if so YES :P it’s a bit short, but it’s super fluffy and quite domestic. I also thought of one where she steals his Bounty Hunter jacket but after this ep hit me with the Feels Train I needed to dial it up to Maximum Fluff™. Hope you like it!
ship: Skitz. Rating: super light TRead on AO3
Once Fitz had finished ransacking the bedroom, he checked the bathroom, then dove into the laundry basket, throwing clothes all about the place in a rush to find what he was looking for. Used to the slightly-hectic edge of this tiny apartment – housing a distractible genius and a comfort slob made for one hell of a pigsty – Daisy moved about him with ease, keeping out of his way with a casual air as she padded from place to place. Hers was a lazy morning, and she wasn’t about to waste it fretting when she didn’t need to.
That is, until Fitz stuck his head out into the main living area with a confused frown.
“Daisy?” he wondered. “Have you seen my shirt?”
“Which one?” Daisy wondered, crossing her legs nonchalantly on the kitchen stool, sipping her coffee as she scanned the paper.
“The white one, with the brown…”
Fitz trailed off, the rest of his body following his head out of the hall as he took in what Daisy was wearing – which was not much. Her pyjama bottoms were a light cotton, with little icecream-cones on them, but otherwise barely avoided the label of ‘booty shorts.’ She had on a bra, as if she’d contemplated getting dressed and then decided against it. Over it all hung a very familiar shirt. A white one, with brown checks on it. Fitz scoffed.
“This?” Daisy slid off the chair and showed it off. “Maybe.”
A smile touched Fitz’s lips, but he hid it away, feigning grumpiness.
“Give it here,” he demanded.
“Daisy, please! I’m going to be late for my interview.”
“Fine.” Daisy smirked back. “There’s another one hanging on the back of the door, you worry wart. Do some washing, damn.”
“You do some washing,” Fitz sniped back, marching to the door of their apartment to pick up a deep turquoise-blue shirt Daisy must have left hanging there.
“I did,” Daisy explained. “Stole that shirt last week.”
Fitz paused, halfway up doing the buttons, and found he was quite chuffed by the thought.
“You steal my shirts? Like… often?”Daisy shrugged. “’course. Otherwise I’d have to keep my own stuff clean, which is a nightmare. Plus I hardly own anything summery anymore. It’s all workout clothes. Wanted to mix it up.”
“Uh huh.” Fitz nodded, barely containing his smirk this time as he finished his buttons and sauntered back into the main room, toward Daisy. “And it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I was at that conference last week and wearing my shirts was a way to stay close to me?”
“Gross. No.” Daisy screwed up her nose, but grinned behind her coffee cup when Fitz pulled her in by the hips. It was only at that moment, that Fitz realised the cup in her hand was different to the one she’d been reading with, and inside was tea, not coffee. She offered it to him. “Truce?”
“Truce.” Fitz kissed her briefly, and dropped his hands from her hips in favour of taking the cup. He savoured the first warm swallow, glad to have a moment free from thinking about his busy day – then, a moment later, he remembered the interview, and cursed out loud.
Daisy was already ushering him toward the door, briefcase in hand.
“Skull, man, skull!” she urged. “Don’t spill it, but skull!”
“Don’t need one. Pop your collar. There you go.”
Swapping his now mostly-empty mug for the briefcase, Daisy bit back a smile at the flustered expression on Fitz’s expertly groomed face, as he patted himself down to check that he’d remembered everything.
“You on base tonight?” he asked.
“Yeah, once I can be assed getting dressed. Ugh, clothes.” Daisy rolled her eyes, and Fitz smirked.
“You know,” he offered. “I keep my Celtics jersey in your second drawer.”
“Down boy.” She pulled him in for one last kiss, fixed his collar and waved him off, calling after him - “You go wow some nerds. I’ll see you later. Good luck!”
“Love you!” Fitz called back, then turned and ran downstairs for a cab with an indomitable smile still on his lips.
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