#fitzsimmons drabble

[daisylincs]

Something you did this year that made me smile... :O can't think of anything, I mean, I never smile when I talk to you, and I also don't have what the hubby calls my 'Lily smile', and you were not the person that got me to watch my favorite show ever and... yeah :D

Lilyyyyyyyy you're my soulmate and even if you don't like peanut butter and sleep with socks on everything you do makes me smile and I love you and I'm so happy you signed up on this wonderful hellsite a year ago because that led to us becoming friends, and that means so much to me now mon love ♥♥♥

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💜💜💜💜 Océane, merci tellement tellement, cela signifie beaucoup pour moi!! Je t'aime trés trés beaucoup, et je suis si contente que nous nous soyons rencontrés. Tu représentes beaucoup pour moi - tu es ma meilleur ami, ma confidente, celle qui me fait rire, celle qui fait fondre mon coeur, et mon amê soeur. Merci beaucoup pour ce beau message 🥺💜💜🚪🚪🚪🚪

*sniffles* I'm not crying or smiling my Océane-smile, YOU are!! But, yes, mon love, I do know what you like ;) LOLS and it's an, uh, triple drabble instead of just a drabble, because c'mon, when have either of us ever had any self-control? 😝 Fitzsimmons bbys, with a Frozen title because how could I resist - here we come!

we finish each other's (sandwiches!) - a Fitzsimmons triple drabble

"Fitz?" There was undisguised horror in Jemma's voice. "What are you eating?"

Fitz froze mid-bite, looking down at his sandwich as though it had suddenly transformed into a giant tarantula. When it appeared that it was, in fact, still a sandwich, he lowered it cautiously to the plate and squinted at her. "A… sandwich? You were gone, so Daisy made one for me."

Jemma's heart didn't skip at that, it didn't. Just because sandwiches were her and Fitz's thing didn't mean he should have to starve himself while she was out. And it certainly didn't mean she was jealous, or anything like that. That would imply having more than just friendly feelings toward him, and, obviously, that wasn't true. Right?

Of course. Clearly, all that was at play here was her perfectly natural horror over the abomination currently in her best friend's hand.

"It has," she pointed out in a tone of abject horror, "peanut butter on it. And jam."

Fitz looked at it, his brow furrowing in utter confusion. "... Yeah?"

"How can you be eating that?!" she burst out, appalled.

He managed to look both sheepish and confused. "It's, um, quite good, actually."

Well, that just wouldn't do.

Snatching the sandwich out of his hand, Jemma briskly dropped it into the dustbin, ignoring his scandalised gasp. Then, while he was still mournfully looking at the empty plate where a sandwich had once been, she crossed over to the fridge and pulled out the mozzarella, the prosciutto, and, of course, her little jar of homemade pesto aioli.

Fitz was smiling by the time she turned around, his eyes full of a rare softness as he looked at her. "Thank you," he said sincerely when she handed him the sandwich. "You're the best."

Then he took a bite and moaned, his eyes actually rolling back into his head with pleasure, and Jemma couldn't help the grin that dimpled her cheeks, and with it, confusingly, a rather bright blush.

But as Fitz would say - whatever. This was much more like it.

(Lilyversary Celebration)

[inactiveagentpolarbear]

Fitzsimmons 13 or 22. Or both if you feel it.

Fitzsimmons + 22 “Chooseme”

 Fitz rubbed Jemma’s back as she cried into his shoulder. Ithad been another fight with her boyfriend Milton. It was the third night in twoweeks. Fitz had tried not to get involved in Jemma’s relationships, but thistime was going to have to be different. He couldn’t stand it any longer.

“I can’t believe he forgot my birthday,” Jemma sighed. Shewas done crying now.

“Jemma, listen-“

“I just don’t know what I’m going to do.”

“Will you listen to me for a moment?”

Jemma looked up into his blue eyes curiously and nodded.

Fitz shook his head unsure of his words. However, he knewthey needed to be said. “Listen Jemma you need to choose yourself over Milton.”

“Choose me?”

“Yes,” he nodded vigorously. “Choose your own happiness overhis. You need to care more about yourself than you do him. Cause he only thinksabout himself.” Him and his stupidcabbage head, Fitz thought

Jemma paused for a moment with her eyes unfocused and thenslowly began to nod. “You’re so right Fitz.” She then leaned up and grazed hischeek with her gentle lips. “Thank you for looking out for me Fitz.”

His cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson and he grinnedshyly down at his brown shoes. “So you want to watch an episode of Doctor Whoto take your mind off things?”

She nodded eagerly. “Of course. Let’s watch Ten.”

“Obviously,” Fitz chuckled.

_____________________________________________________________________ 

Fitz watched as Jemma struggled to figure out the rightcalibrations in order to return to the far-flung planet from she had just come.His heart was breaking and his head was pounding. He knew he loved her, but thequestion was did she love him in return.

As he starred the Scotsman thought back to when he toldJemma to choose herself over Milton. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. Fitz’sfist clenched in desperation. He wanted her to take care of herself and behappy, but why couldn’t she choose him. Chooseme… Fitz screamed inside his head. Pleasefor the love of everything scientific choose me Jemma.

As he thought these things those beautiful brown eyes turnedto look at him. Jemma smiled and his heart melted. Even if she didn’t choosehim, Fitz knew he would never ever stop choosing her.

Little did he know that Jemma has already chosen him. Shejust didn’t understand that decision yet. However, she would soon enough.  

send me a prompt!

[memorizingthedigitsofpi]

post 5x06 drabble

this argument is going to continue for the rest of their days

“-I’m just saying I made a whole speech and you just upped and said it, that’s all,’ Fitz explained patiently. 

Jemma rolled her eyes again. “I’m sure it was brilliant, Fitz,” she patronized, “But is now really the time to-?”

“Talked about how we’d crossed time and space and survived the ocean,” he sighed. 

Daisy sat up a bit on the cot where Jemma was tending to her broken leg. “He’s got a point, Jemma. I mean, that does sound pretty romantic.”

Jemma sighed and nodded. “Yes, she agreed, “But it’s just stating facts after all. I pulled him up from the bottom of the ocean. He dove through a hole in the universe for me.” She looked over at Fitz and smiled, leaning in to give him a kiss. “It’s what we do.”

“I’d just like to point out,  I also spent six months in a military prison and 74 years frozen in stasis, so-” Fitz crossed his arms and looked back at her challengingly. Then he kissed her back. 

“So you’re saying it’s my turn next?”

Fitz sucked on the inside of his cheek contemplatively and then nodded. “Pretty much, yeah.”

Daisy looked from one to the other of them and snorted. “No offense, guys? But I’d kind of like you to take it down a notch or twelve. You’re making it seriously hard for anyone out there to make a play for the old Destroyer of Worlds here. No one can compete.”

Jemma and Fitz shared a look, both of them unable to stop smiling. No one ever could compete. Not with perfection. 

[inactiveagentpolarbear]

I never really.. send people prompts often.. #32 if you're up for it (: ?

I am up for it! i had an awesome time writing this one! i Hope you like it! Thanks for sending the prompt! Sorry it’s not very long. 

32. “Don’t try and pin this one me”

“Don’t try and pin this on me! It was your idea to let herwatch Doctor who!” Fitz whispered loudly as he watched Jemma gently close thedoor to their daughter’s room.

“Yes Fitz, but I didn’t intent on letting Peggy watch theepisodes that might scare her. Oh I don’t know the bloody weeping angels forexample! That was all you,” Jemma hissed pointing a finger in Fitz’s face.“You’re the reason we’re up at the god awful hour of the morning.”

“How was I supposed to know that would scare her?” Fitzshrugged following Jemma back toward their bedroom.

“Fitz use that big brain of yours for something else besidesengineering! That episode gave you nightmares when we watched it together atthe academy,” Jemma said throwing Fitz a smirk.

Fitz glared at her. “Look, I realize I’m a chicken. But Peggyusually isn’t sacred by stuff like that. She’s brave, like her mom.”

Now it was Jemma’s turn to glare. She scoffed as she pulledback the covers of their bed and slipped under them. “Don’t try to complimentyour way out of this. If Peggy has more nightmares it’s all on you.”

Fitz moaned as he joined Jemma under the sheets. “Alrightfine! I admit it wasn’t my best decision.”

“Good,” Jemma yawned. “Now let’s get some sleep.”

So Fitz turned out the lamp and then they both closed theireyes. However, it was not half an hour later before they both heard thecreaking of the door to their bedroom. There was the sound of little feetrunning on the carpeted floor, and then the bed creaked as a small child leaptonto it. Peggy crawled hastily in-between her parents.  

Fitz glanced over at Jemma. Their eyes met and Jemma gave aweak shrug. So Fitz lifted the sheets to let Peggy join them. “Don’t get usedto this young lady,” He whispered. “Tomorrow night you’re back in your ownbed.”

Fitz couldn’t help but smile. There was no denying it wasnice to sleep with his whole family within arms reach. It was comfortingreally. And as he looked across at his wife in the dark, he could tell she wassmiling too.

[inactiveagentpolarbear]

Do you love him?

I kind picture this after Hunter saw the picture of Will and called him hog face. Hunter has always tried to look out for Fitz. 

“Do you love him?”

Jemma starred bewildered at Hunter who stood leaning against the door to her bunk with his arms crossed tightly. He had come into her room and without a word about why he was there shut the door behind him. Jemma raised her eyebrows she starred up at him from her bed. “What are you talking about?” But she knew exactly what he was talking about.

“Fitz. Do you love him?” Hunter’s expression was some where between sadness and sternness. He starred at her his eyes darting back and forth between hers. It almost seemed as if he was trying to catch her in a lie. Or maybe he was looking for his answer.

Jemma drew in a shuttering breath. She looked down at her hands as she began to play with the sleeve of her hooded jacket. Slowly, she nodded. Then her brown eyes returned to Hunter’s. “Of course I do.”

Hunter shook his head, his expression unchanged. “No,” he replied bluntly. “I mean do you love him like he loves you?”

Jemma felt a smile pulling at her lips. “And I told you Lance. Of course I do.” There she had said it. It felt, in a way, nice to say it. It was something she had known for a while now and something she hoped Fitz knew. But she often thought he didn’t.

Hunter nodded smiling a little down at his feet. But then his slight coldness returned and he looked back up at her. “I know you want to get that- that other guy off that planet. And I understand that I do. You feel like you owe it to him. Just… Just don’t forget to love Fitz too alright?”

Jemma felt tears begging to burn in her eyes. “I know. I just. I’m so. I don’t know how really. I just don’t want to hurt him anymore.” The tears roles down her pale face as her bottom lip began to quiver. Her face fell into her hands. “He deservers better than me.”

“No! Oh love, listen.”

Jemma felt Hunter sit down beside her on the bed, slipping his arm over her shaking shoulders. “Listen,” he sighed. “I didn’t want to upset you or anything. You’ve been through enough. I just want you and Fitz to be happy. I just came in here to make sure Fitz wasn’t going to have to deal with heartbreak again.” Hunter began rubbing her arm as he hastily tried to comfort her. “I know you would never want to hurt him love. I do. I know that. But I think you should tell him. Maybe if you do, you two can be happy together.”

Jemma nodded a bit, trying hard to stop her tears. She turned her head to look at Hunter. The sternness in his face has disappeared. “I want him to be happy too,” she said her voice shaking slightly.

“Both of you deserve to be happy,” Hunter replied pulling her too him in a hug. “I want the both of you to be happy. And I just know you two will be happiest if you’re with each other.”

“I had now Idea you were such a romantic,” Jemma laughed wiping away the tears from her cheeks.

“Yeahhh. Let’s just keep this between us. I do have an image to maintain you know.”

They laughed together before jemma replied. “Thank you for looking out for Fitz. And me.”

“Of course,” Hunter grinned. “Gotta look after my little science rabbits.”

[inactiveagentpolarbear]

Oh, Bite Me

“Jemma are you almost ready to go?”

She heard her husband’s voice from their bedroom. “Almost,”Jemma replied adding the last touches to her makeup. This was hers and Fitz’s weekly date night. Tonight they were going to a play that was in town. She was putting more time and effort into her appearance tonight. She didn’t often get to dress up. So tonight, she had put on a summery dress covered in roses and lilies. And she had curled her hair, which had taken longer than anticipated.

“Sorry this is taking so long Fitz” she called to him from the bathroom.

“I mean it’s natural.”

Jemma paused mid brush. “What is natural?”

“You’re the slower one getting ready. I’m always ready before you.”

Raising her eyes brows Jemma walked out into the bedroom and placed her hands on her hips as she starred down at her husband. Fitz was sitting on the bed in black pants and a white button up shirt. He was starring down at his phone as if she hadn’t entered.

“That’s not true, and you know it.” She tried to have her tone but at least slightly threatening. If anything it was always Fitz who made them late. He always forgot thing. She was the one who excelled at preparation.

“It’s okay Jemma. We’ll make it in time. No need to worry.”

He was pushing her buttons for fun, and she could tell by the look on his face. Sadly, it was working. “Oh, bite me,” she hissed at him.

Now it was Fitz’s turn to raise his eyes brows. “Say, now there’s an idea.” A giddy smile spread across his lips and his eye filled with excitement. “Where would you like me to bite you Jemma?”

Jemma drew in a sharp breath as she heart began to race. That look on his face. His eyes were scanning her up and down. “Now Fitz, don’t mess up my make up. I worked really hard on it.” She had begun to back away as Fitz stood to his feet.

Fitz drew closer his grin growing wider. “Come on now Jemma. You asked me to bite you and I’m willing to oblige. Just tell me where.” He was moving faster now. “We can just skip the play and get to… other activities.”

“What has gotten into you,” she asked surprised by his eagerness and let out a giggle. However, now that she thought about it, it had been a while since they…  “Come on now Fitz I did my hair.” But now she was picturing his hands tangled in her curls and her breathing quickened.

“I know,” he sighed. “ And you look magnificent. I can’t wait to mess it all up.”

Jemma found herself against the wall of the bedroom her chest rising up and down rapidly as she heart raced. It wouldn’t me so bad. She actually kind of liked the idea of Fitz messing up her lips stick some. Maybe even wrinkling her dress a bit.

Fitz placed his hands on the wall on either side of her head. “What do you say Jemma?” He leaned down and brushed his lips on her neck.

How could she ever resist him? She smirked feeling his warm breath on her neck. “Ohhh,” she breathed. “Fitz I want you to mess up my make up, mess up my hair and wrinkle my dress. Whatever you want.”

Fitz suddenly leaned back to look at her. “You sure?” he asked. “I don’t want it to just be about what I want.” The concern was clear in his voice. “What do you want?”

Jemma grabbed his face with her hands and laughed. “Fitz didn’t you hear me? I said bite me.”

They wouldn’t make it to the play that night, but neither husband nor wife really cared.

[porcupinegoldstein]

Shenanigans in the Soup Aisle

@meujasmim asked for  FitzSimmons prompt

Both Jemma and Fitz had been trying to one up each other romantically and it just so happened, that both of them had planed a romantic evening together with a cooked meal, candles and then one thing could lead to the other in Jemma’s eyes and back to her room.

She had been looking through different soups that she could serve up as the starter in the supermarket, when she felt hands wrap around her and pull her close. She let out a small squeak but, relaxed when she looked up an recognised the same face that belonged to her best friend and boyfriend.

“What do you think you’re doing Jemma?” Fitz asked her, bumping his chin against her head. “In the soup aisle.”

“Well, I’m not buying sausages am I?” she teased with a grin on her face. “I can just go to you if I’m craving sausages.”

Fitz felt his eyes go wider and a blush creep onto his cheeks. “Jemma! Can you not say that in public please?” he asked her in a hushed whisper, while she just giggled at him.

“If you must know, I’m planning a romantic evening for the both of us,” she answered and let he attention go back to the soup. 

“That’s what I was doing too. I wouldn’t have gone for soup though,” he pointed out. 

“Well, what would you have gone for?” she asked him, turning so she could face him a little better.

“Now that would be telling,” he grinned and placed a kiss to her forehead before running own the aisle and out of sight.

[grapehyasynth]

FitzSimmons + 5 for the writing prompts, please! :)

#5 = “Stop playing a hero and let me help!”

Prompts here.

“Jemma, would you just sit down? You’ve done enough – just look at yourself, it’s like you’ve been to battle. You need to rest. I’ve got this–”

“Fitz–” Jemma presses her hands to her neck to keep herself from interfering. “I appreciate the effort but you’re doing it wrong!”

“You don’t think I can change a diaper?” He turns away from her to wince at the smell as he removes the offending item and gingerly shifts it towards the other end of the changing station. “Can’t be that hard…”

He’s wiped down the baby’s bum and is attempting to reswaddle her, using roughly the same technique as wrapping a burrito.

“There, see?” He pats a corner and steps back proudly. The diaper pops open again. Fitz groans.

“Would you stop playing the hero and let me help?!” She elbows him aside.

“I’m sorry, Jem,” he whimpers, moving to press his face into his hands then remembering where they’ve been and wiping his forehead with his sleeve instead. “You’ve been practically superhuman since this baby was born and I’ve failed you.”

“It was your first try,” she says bracingly. “No one gets anything right on their first try.”

Something in her voice teases him and he gapes at her. “But you – you always said you had a great time in Bucharest!”

By the time he looks down she’s already fixed the baby. She scoops their daughter up and cradles her between them.

“I did,” she affirms, kissing him on the cheek. “But the second time was better.”