#fitzsimmons fluff

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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.

Happy Birthday, @ismaelmyblogisamess​!! 

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fluffy fs promt!! Early morning cuddles in bed that may or may not get interrupted by one or three of the children.. ;)

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.

“I love you too,” Jemma replied snuggling back into his chest with a contented sigh.  Happily surrounded by her family.  

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'Cause I'm not ok after that last episode, could you do a fluffy 13 if you're still taking requests? 😊

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!”

Even after the door had closed Fitz could still here hersweet laughter. Not only was he the romantic one, but now he had officially becomethe funny one.

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Pancake Fluff Drabble

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.”

Jemma watched him with love as he harrumphed in defiance and grabbed his plate to take with him grumbling to her about his reward for making buckwheat.

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fitzsimmons fluff: Wering fuzzy socks and chasing each other across a wood floor.

“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.

“I know.”

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Of Petri Dishes and Love Confessions

Hey guys! I'm writing a FitzSimmons fanfic, and it's coming your way very soon!

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Photographs- A FitzSimmons Fanfiction

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.

                There was almost an entire wall in their flat that was aptly called “The FitzSimmons Timeline” that was a master collage of their entire lives. It started on one side of the room with their Academy days together. There were photos of their graduation, their lab days, their award presentations, their Sci-Ops lab, their first Christmas and of course the Bus. It was a tender reminder of how much of their lives had been with and revolved around each other. They went on mission every now and again alone, though they were usually together. Simmons loved walking from the beginning of the wall to the end, almost as if she was reliving her life with Fitz. Yep, she was becoming even more sentimental.

               Halfway through the Sci-Ops section, she noticed that there was a something bulged under the photo of them in their matching lab coats. Carefully, Simmons removed the frame from the wall and opened up the back to retrieve the mystery paper. It revealed itself to be another picture, this time of Simmons pouring chemicals with her nose crinkled in laughter and her eyes squinted closed. On the back of the picture, Fitz’s handwriting filled the empty space with a felt tip pen:

Simmons and I got our assignment to work with a non-lethal way to disarm enemy troops. It seems that Coulson himself was concerned with all of the casualties in the field, so our section of Sci-Ops was put on the case. Simmons was so excited to get to be a part of something bigger than a simulated test sample in a classroom! Sure, we’ve done some projects since graduation, but this was the first real one. It makes me grin from ear to ear to see her so exultant. She loves her work as much as mine and I’m honored to get the opportunity to work with such a distinguished and enthusiastic scientist.

Simmons grinned, remembering the memory. Had Fitz really thought this of her? She put the back on the photo frame, leaving the extra photo out. When she returned the photo to the wall, however, she decided to look into her suspicion. She ended up being correct; a lot of the pictures had a “bonus picture” in the back. Turns out, Fitz had been writing down his memories of them since the Academy, and most of these revelations were on the back of candid photos of her. She had a stack of between twenty and thirty pictures and notes from Fitz sitting on the coffee table. One by one, she read about their adventures in the Boiler Room, of their graduation, their short-lived cat.  There was even a short note about the U2 concert she had dragged him to a few years ago when they were in a flat in the UK working for their Sci-division. He had written nothing other than “Tonight was a bloody waste of time”, but it was sweet to remember the night. The candid photo in question was her rocking a vintage U2 sweatshirt over her button down from work that day. She was holding the tickets and had her mouth open in a frozen fangirl scream. To be honest, she hadn’t liked the concert much either. She wasn’t a music fan. However, just getting out of the super-powered brain world with Fitz made it a favorite of her memories.

               Each one of the photos sent a shiver of giddy butterflies through her stomach as she remembered a Fitz from long ago. Simmons ended up sliding all of the writing and visual aids into a double sided photo album that she had. Her mom had given it to her before she left for the Academy, telling her to “make memories”. This was before sappy-Jemma had taken over, but it had been collecting dust in her closet. Finally, she looked wistfully at her favorite picture on the entire wall. It was a selfie she took of the two of them on their first date, under a lamp post at 6th back in New York. She was looking directly into the camera and Fitz was kissing her cheek and smiling. Thinking back to that night, she laughed a little. They had been friends for over 7 years at that point, and they decided to go to a nice dinner in the city that never sleeps. It had been snowing, which added to the charm of walking around the city at night. He even bought her roses, which she kept in the Bus lab until the team had gotten back to the Playground base. That was also the night she told Fitz that she loved him. And she still did, every single minute of the day. She missed him.

               Later that night, she called his phone and left a message. “Hey, its Simmons. I know you’re off doing your engineering secret spy work, but I miss you. Love you!” Then, she went to their bed and tried to fall asleep. It was always so hard to be worrying about him for a few days at a time, just wondering if she would ever see him again. She had just started drifting off to her blissful darkness when she heard a noise outside. Grabbing a flashlight and putting on the flannel, she crept out to see what it was. She tried to desperately shove her hopes of a best case scenario down and hoped to keep it there, at the pit of her stomach. When the door swung open, however, it was none other than the brilliant Fitz himself. She dropped the flashlight and ran to him, flinging her arms around his neck. He buried his face into her hair, which was flying free and wavy as it naturally was.

               “I missed you,” Simmons whispered, pressing her lips around his face. His eyes had never been bluer, the emotion in them never so intense as it was now. He hugged her close, kissing the top of her head and rocking her back and forth. He was still wearing his tactical gear, vest and all, but he never looked so attractive. “I love you, “ she said, “I don’t want you to go on another mission for a while.” He pulled back a bit to look into her eyes.

               “Jemma, I don’t ever want to leave you again. I love you so much.” He kissed her lips slowly. “You’ve become a bit of a sap, haven’t you? Where’d the practical Simmons go, I need to get out of this scratchy gear.” He winked at her, and she led him into their bedroom so he could get rid of the extra layers.

               “I missed you so bloody much,” she breathed, kissing him between his varying states of undress. “You aren’t leaving my sight for a few days.” He was down to a white t-shirt and jeans, which he traded in for a pair of flannel trousers and his thermal.

               “Jemma, I missed you too. I missed you more than I ever have. I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he said, “I wanted to be here more than anything.” He stepped into the bathroom briefly to wash his face.

When Fitz came back in, Simmons immediately threw herself at him, kissing his lips and winding her fingers through his hair. He followed suit and carried her over to their bed, which was still warm from Simmons trying to sleep in it. “Never leave me,” she murmured, straddling his lap and sliding off his shirt so she could be closer. She locked her ankles behind his back. “Promise me.”

               “I promise, Jem.” He kept kissing her face and neck, soaking up every second of her presence.  He started leaning back, swing Simmons’ legs from around him to next to him so she would be on top. She pinned him and stared at him thoughtfully for a few seconds.

               “I’m serious, Fitz. These last few days have been hell. HELL. I couldn’t stop worrying about if you were going to be safe, out there probably in some Russian wilderness or—“ Fitz didn’t let her finish. He had gotten a lot stronger from training for his field assessment. He reached up and brought her lips down onto his. She submitted, letting him fill her senses. Eventually, she got tired of propping herself up and lay down on his chest. Both her flannel and her nightshirt were gone by now, and she listened to his heartbeat and his breathing. Once her pulse went back to normal, she got up briefly to pull the covers over them. With Fitz at her back and his arms around her, she fell asleep easily, his face lost in her hair and his breath on her neck.

               The next morning, Simmons retrieved the flannel so she felt halfway decent. She left Fitz in bed (God knows he needed some comfortable sleep) and made some pancakes from scratch. She was just finishing cutting the strawberries when two arms wrapped around her waist. “Morning Simmons,” Fitz said, grabbing a strawberry to swirl it in the sugar. She swatted his wrist.

               “Fitz, you’re going to ruin the sugar!”

               “So? Life’s short, let me relish the good things in life.” He spun her around and put his hands on either side of the counter. “I thought carpe diem-Jemma was here now? Get your personalities straight.” She kissed his lips, still sweet with sugar.

               “Help me carry all of this to the table. Then we’ll talk.” She grabbed the steeping tea kettle and two mugs. “Honestly, Fitz.”

               They sat down with their pancakes, berries, and tea at the kitchen table. “So,” she started between bites, “how was your mission?”

               “Pretty much as expected. We were up in Norway, actually, working on recovering some more of that Asguardian technology. That place is a proverbial gold mine.” He took a sip of his tea and smiled. “You would have loved it. Once we pass our field tests, we can probably go on more missions together. I don’t like not knowing what you’re up to.” Simmons rolled her eyes.

               “Oh please, Fitz. As if you’re the only one.”

               “Well,” he asked thoughtfully, “what did you do while I was gone?”

               Simmons froze. Should she tell him about the photographs? Was it a secret? She thought back to the times that were frozen in the images, their unblinking, forever young faces on the wall. Their entire lives were mapped out on that wall, just waiting for someone to relive their stories like books in a library. Memories of their first kiss, of their first meeting when they were sixteen, of them at concerts in ripped jeans and button ups and in lab coats. Happy.

               “Just waiting for you to come home.”

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Can anyone else just see Jemma pulling/dragging Leo out of bed on an early start on the Bus? And then one day Leo gets up before Jemma and does exactly the same?