Yes, we’ve come to the end. Most of the mods have already expressed their love and gratitude to not only the event but also all those remotely involved over the years here.
To say the least, these biospecialist hiatus events would never have come to fruition without all you participants over the years. Whether it was a one time submission or enduring activity and promotion from you, we mods thank you so much for joining us to make these events as great as they have been.
As alluded to before, the completion of #2016WSSummer also marks the end of our hiatus events for the foreseeable future. The blog and all posts will remain in tact, so when the need strikes, feel free to go back to past events and enjoy all the wonderful work that has come our way.
Fear not, I’m sure our little ship will survive on in other forms thanks to all you talented and lovely people out there still pushing on. As for us, well, never say never, right? But for now, it is the end.
Written for WardSimmonsSummer... be gentle, it’s my first OT3.
Three (Is A Charm)
After a bad breakup with the best friend and work partner she never should have dated to begin with, biochemist Jemma Simmons needs a change of scenery. When a former classmate goes on sabbatical and suggests Jemma get back on her emotional feet by stepping into Bobbi’s job and home for a year, Jemma jumps at the chance. She’s a little lonely, but the couple next door seems to have made it their mission to check in on her and draw her out of her shell. If only she didn’t find the both of them so incredibly attractive…
(Below the cut because it gets long and maybe almost smutty...)
Jemma smiles tightly and duck her head, bringing the champagne flute to her lips and pretending to sip to cover a pang of loneliness that hits her, even amongst the crowd counting down the new year that surrounds her. God, she never should have let Grant and Daisy convince her to come out with them. It had been fun for a while, but now she’s standing amongst couples who are buzzed and giddy, ready to kiss to the turn of the year, and she’s alone, her longest friendship in ruins behind her because, for all the genius she’s said to be, she was stupid enough to think that because Fitz was in love with her, she’d be able to love him back.
“Six! Five! Four!”
Jemma’s puts the glass back to her lips to hide their trembling, trying to push the self-loathing aside, to leave it in the old year. She doesn’t want to mar Grant and Daisy’s evening, either. She pastes on a smile and downs her champagne, grabs another off a nearby tray. She’ll toast with her friends once they’ve done kissing, she tells herself, then beg off back to the building to go to bed.
“Three! Two! One!”
The ball drops, fireworks erupt in the sky, and Grant pulls Daisy in for a kiss, his hand dipping low on her bare back, their champagne flutes on a table beside them so as not to get in the way. Jemma can’t help but watch, the beauty of them pressed together. Daisy in her bold pink dress, hands cupping Grant’s face. The way he leans into her, one hand tangled in her dark hair as his mouth moves over hers.
With a herculean effort, Jemma manages to tear her gaze from them before they break the kiss, her cheeks colour a little from the visual.
“Jemma!” Daisy reaches to grab her arm and she lets herself be pulled in, then more quickly than she’s able to track finds her drink plucked from her hand as she’s shoved bodily into Grant.
“Jemma needs a New Year’s kiss, too,” Daisy announces. Any protest she might have made (and who is she really fooling) dies on her lips as Grant’s cover her own. It’s not the perfunctory peck she might have expected, given his girlfriend is standing a foot away. It’s not tentative, either; his hands on her waist pull her flush against him, his mouth demanding. Her hands find his biceps as she opens her mouth for him, yields to the desire that has been burgeoning in her for
months. He kisses the very breath from her lungs, and it takes only a short second before guilt and shame wash over her. She’s kissed her friend’s boyfriend – her friend! – like he was a lover, like she had any right to do so. She doesn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because Daisy is spinning her around, only there isn’t anger in her dark eyes. Instead, there is only amusement and something else Jemma can’t quite name.
“Daisy,” she begins, unsure of what she’s about to say. There’s a question in it, she thinks, but she can’t quite make sense of herself through the heady feeling coursing through her.
“My turn,” Daisy says, stepping into Jemma’s space. Then she’s being kissed again, this one different but no less intoxicating an experience as Daisy playfully nips at her lips, a careful tease of mouth and hands that leave her spinning. Her eyes flutter closed and she feels Grant step in behind her. His hand slides down her silk dress, hot through the thin material until it is rubbing circles over her hip bone. She feels his stubble against her neck then he’s sucking a mark into her skin. Her hand comes to cover his own as she arches into it, a low whine escaping her throat of its own volition.
Daisy moves against Jemma, one hand anchored in Grant’s hair, the other fluttering in feather-light touches along her collar bone. It’s then she realises that her other hand is not free, that sometime along the line she’d flattened her palm where Grant’s had been, just above the cut of Daisy’s dress, smoothing along the soft, bare skin.
“What… I don’t…” she starts feebly, breaking off when Daisy leans to lick the swell of her breast.
“We’re seducing you,” Daisy says, a flirtatious note beneath the matter-of-fact statement.
“Is it working?” Grant asks from behind her, not giving her a change to respond properly when he finds that spot near the hinge of her jaw and bites. She makes a noise so wanton she’d be embarrassed if she had enough wits left about her to care.
“We’ve talked about this,” Grant continues, almost conversationally. “What it would be like to have you in our bed, to share you. About the things we want to do with you. To do to you.”
His voice is a low murmur but she feels it everywhere, like a spell burning under her skin. She feels pliant beneath their hands, drunk on champagne and their ministrations.
“Will you let us?” Daisy nearly purrs before catching Jemma’s earlobe in her teeth.
“Hmm?” Jemma responds, not able to make heads or tail of the question through the haze of desire settled over them.
“Will you let us have you?” Daisy asks. “Will you let us share you?”
“It’s important that we have the words, baby,” Grant says, his hand sliding down to pull the hem of her skirt higher, his hand on her bare thigh. “We’ll stop if you want to stop. But if you want this, want us like we want you… say yes.”
It could destroy everything, she knows this too intimately, could leave nothing but ash and debris in the wake of this fire burning inside her. None of that matters at the moment, though. It feels far, far away. Because she does want this. Maybe more than anything she’s ever wanted in her life. And she can’t bring herself to deny this.
“Yes,” she breathes out, eyes closed to the pure joy and triumph that passes over her companions faces. “Just… yes.”
Driven by sheer spite, and tired of being someone else’s dog, Grant Ward cheats his way back into Jemma Simmons’ life by way of an illicit rescue mission. He’s taking his power back, and scorching the earth as he walks away from HYDRA and their “New World Order”, he’ll get the universe to align just for him.
A fresh start with a good man, a life away from the boundaries imposed by a house built on shifting sand, the chance to go out, see the world and do good; Jemma Simmons wants all of these things, and gets more than she bargained for when Grant Ward is the one staring back at her from the other side of the portal to Maveth.
Re-learning the world, and his place in it are the only goals Will Daniels has, because with Jemma next to him he can do anything. Given the chance to take down the organization that banished him to a desolate hellscape lightyears, and decades from home, he’ll take it and face the monsters head on.
Welcome to #WSSummer Session Five, the final session of this event. Yes, that is right. We’ve had a great run, but due to low participation rates, the event will be ended early. Thank you all to every participant and supporter. Let’s finish this last session off with a bang!
Schedule:
Session Five Begins: Today, August 8th
Session Five Ends: Sunday, August 21st
Prompt #1: Hello Goodbye
I don’t know why you say goodbye, I say hello. Which greeting will inspire? How can you corporate both sentiments? Let’s get creative here.
Prompt #2: Polyamory/OT3
Admit it, there’s at least ONE other person you’d see them in bed with.
Prompt Challenge: Happy Ending/AU Full of Good Things
The real McCoy, the thing at the end of the book, the kiss that says “Yes, we’re forever.”
Remember to use the #wssummer tag in your post so we can track it. Late submissions will be accepted. Have fun everyone and show our final session lots of love!
I intended to write something else (more road trip au!) for this session of Ward Simmons Summer, but the muse proved uncooperative. Then I remembered I had something else nearly done that fit the theme as well. So without further ado, the western AU in which Jemma and Daisy's stagecoach travel by stagecoach, and the journey is more eventful than anticipated.
Upon discussion, if new participants, and submission of pieces continue to dwindle the event WILL be ended early, and further hiatus events will be cancelled.
This is a hard event to run, and takes an emotional toll with very little return on the investment. We love this community, and we love this ship even when it's hard to justify. So let's try to pick up the pace a little.
If we as mods can do anything, feel free to let us know.
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Mods A1, A2, and J.
Note: Mod A1 will be meeting Elizabeth at Boston Comic Con, on August 14th and is willing to pass on printed pictures notes or letters from shippers.
Hey, everyone! We know summer is in full force so while you take advantage of sunny days, please don’t forget to participate and tune in to our event here! Let’s try to keep up the pace here, shall we?
Schedule:
Session Three Begins: Today, July 25th
Session Three Ends: Sunday, August 7th
Prompt #1: One Phone Call
What’s hanging in the balance when you’ve got one chance to say your peace? Who do you call when you’re in need? Interpret this prompt any way you please.
Prompt #2: Travel
How far do you go, where do you go, how to you get to the person you love? What if you hate them and they NEED you, do you take a really slow method just to upset them?
Prompt Challenge: Weather
As before, we’re providing an extra prompt to challenge you all. Either try to incorporate this idea into one of your submissions for this session or treat it as an individual third prompt. Don’t be afraid to get creative!
Remember to use the #wssummer tag in your post so we can track it. Late submissions will always be accepted. Any comments, questions, suggestions, let us know.
