#fluff fluff fluffffff

[xgoingdownx]

every time i see someone like one of my fics i get fuzzies 

especially that dumbass college roger series, even though i think some of it is garbage, it still feels like my lil baby

[dilkirani]

This is just post-ep fluff. Just a tiny, no-plot piece of unedited fluff because I am literally AT WORK RIGHT NOW but these two are destroying me like let me liiiiiiive. 

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If he’s honest, Fitz always imagined--when he was too weak to stop himself from imagining such things--that their first time would be so much more romantic. He’s had a lot of time to think about this moment, after all. Their line of work precludes the kind of leisurely courtship he might have wanted, but he still hadn’t thought it would be a stolen moment in a Romanian hotel room, frantically dressing afterwards and hoping Mack couldn’t hear the pounding of his heart over the noise of the Quinjet.

He doubts he’s fooling anyone, least of all one of his good friends. He might as well have “I JUST HAD SEX WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE” emblazoned across his face. What is he, a teenager? Actually, he’s pretty sure most teenagers could handle this turn of events with more finesse.

But still, it was perfect. Well, he thinks it was perfect. He doesn’t have much experience with this sort of thing, and he’s trying not to feel anxious about that. In another universe, they could have curled up next to each other afterwards and talked maybe. Maybe then he would know. He rubs his eyes, frustrated. This is why he’s not supposed to be thinking about this. They’re scientists, anyway. You just have to replicate the experiment until you reach satisfactory conclusions, and he is more than willing to increase their sample size.

Jemma comes back from chatting up Mack and settles down beside him. She starts giggling almost immediately, and Fitz can’t help but smile back.

She knocks his shoulder gently. “I can tell you’re overthinking it already,” she smirks at him. “What happened to not thinking about crossing the event horizon and just doing it?”

“I am not overthinking it,” Fitz grumbles, taking her hand for no reason except that he can and it’s been the hardest-won privilege.

“Well,” she says, leaning closer and giving him a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth. “I happened to thoroughly enjoy it, so stop overthinking because we’re not going back from this.”

“Really?” he asks involuntarily, cringing at his own vulnerability. But he’d known he would be hers forever no matter what, and that was well before this shift in their relationship.

“Ugh, Fitz!” There’s no real frustration behind her warm eyes, though. “I seem to recall being quite vocal. Surely by now you’re pretty good at reading me.”

He blushes instantly and ducks his head, trying desperately to not conjure up images of an hour ago.

“Mack knows, by the way,” she says, interrupting his attempts to slow his breathing.

“Oh uh… yeah? And are you… you know, okay with that?” Fitz asks, a bit nervously. He has long ago given up attempting to mask his emotions about Jemma; it had gotten to the point where it took all of his energy trying to hide the depth of his feelings, and after the monolith he just couldn’t see the point anymore. But Jemma is a private person, and although she’d taken the lead he couldn’t help fearing she might regret going from friendship to a romantic relationship in 48 hours if the whole team started up with their inevitable teasing.

She smiles at him, so radiantly that any heaviness left in his bones dissipates at once. “Of course. He was quite sweet about it. You’re stuck with me forever, Dr. Fitzy, so why should I care who knows?”

Fitz is slightly mortified to feel tears building beneath his lashes, and Jemma seems to sense it because she kisses him, sweetly at first, and then more aggressively.

When they pull apart she laughs again, and he must have done everything right to deserve seeing her like this so often recently. “Fitz, we could have been doing this for years. We are such bloody idiots.”

He beams back at her, chasing her mouth once more before replying. “Yeah, but everything we’ve been through, it’s just made us stronger, hasn’t it? Maybe we had to go through all of that to be here with each other now.”

Jemma rolls her eyes. “You’re such a romantic. And I love that about you, I really do. But I still think we’ve been bloody idiots because this part is pretty amazing.”

Okay, she didn’t say I love you directly, but that was close, and Fitz is not sure how much more his heart can take.

Jemma jabs him in the chest with her finger. “My bunk, after debrief. Immediately after debrief.”

Fitz is in trouble. He’s going to be in trouble for the rest of his life, and nothing has ever felt so good.

[burningupasun]

Ficlet Prompt: Beth being secretive about something, Daryl worrying she's upset with him. (I love your ficlets! A+ every time!)

It’s been a couple weeks since they moved in together into this tiny little apartment, and at first everything had been great. Beth never seemed to find that their new place was probably the size of the living room of her family home alone. She seemed to like the tiny space just because it was theirs. She took special pleasure, it seemed, in going out to the flea market with him or local tag sales, finding the perfect curtains for the bedroom or a rug to put beside their table in the main room, or a little vase to set in the window. 

But for the last couple days, things had been… odd. She’d been quieter than usual. She kept slipping away downstairs to ‘do laundry’ or visit the old woman who lived beneath him, but she was always gone longer than he’d expect, and she was so quiet and secretive when she came back. He couldn’t help thinking that she was upset, and he knew why. It was this place. She deserved better and he’d always known it. Oh, Beth would never in her life say it (maybe not even think it), because she was too good for that.

Daryl thought it all the time though. He’d thought it from the moment they’d first seen this place and he’d told her it was all they could afford together. She’d smiled and told him it was perfect, but deep down in his gut he’d wondered if he was dragging her down into the gutter with him and if some day, she might come to resent him for it. He just hadn’t expected it to happen so soon. 

It all came to a head one day when she came back from a long ‘visit’ downstairs. He figured she went down there to avoid him or something, or avoid their apartment anyway. So when she came back up he was waiting, head down, like a dog that deserved to be sent to the dog house in punishment or something. “Look,” he muttered, keeping his eyes down on the ground. “I’m sorry, ‘bout this place. I know it’s too small, I know you deserve better. You don’t have to lie no more, you don’t have to pretend you’re visitin’ Mrs. Hensen. You can go out, if you wanna get away, or… or you can move back home.” 

It was a lot of words for him and frankly, he’d expected more of a reply than he got. But Beth didn’t say anything. Instead she just took his had and tugged him after her, right out the door and down the hallway to the stairs. His questioning “Beth?” didn’t get any reply the first time or the second, and soon his voice trailed off and he just followed her right down into the basement. There was a long hallway down here, with closed doors to the storage areas that each resident got.

Beth lead him right down to their’s, the one with the neat “Apt. 206″ written on it in gold lettering. He hadn’t been down here since the day they’d moved in and he’d stored a couple boxes inside. But what he remembered the space looking like was nothing like what he saw when she opened the door and guided him inside.

There had been a desk against the far wall, which had been bare concrete last he remembered. It wasn’t, anymore. It had been replaced with a sheet of pegboard, from which all his tools now hung on nails she’d slotted into place. The rest of his tools, including his tool box, sat on the sturdy desk, and in the corner he saw his old spare automotive tool box, the one he brought home from the Auto shop when Dale got them new ones. 

But the biggest thing was standing right in the center of the space. Merle’s old bike, beat up and half broken from the accident that had gotten him arrested and put into jail for drunk driving. 

“I’ve been fixing it up for the past couple days,” Beth’s soft voice came from behind him, catching him off guard because he’d gotten so distracted looking the room over. “Tyreese and T-Dog helped me get the bike down here, they said you were storing it at the garage but you hadn’t had time to work on it. I thought… maybe you could work on it down here, sometimes.” She took a step towards him, peering up at him with a hesitant smile. “I thought maybe you’d like your own space. It’s so tiny in that apartment, the two of us living hip to hip. I love every minute of it, Daryl, but I know you’re used to living alone. I thought maybe if you had a place to go, it might make it easier…” 

Guilt churned in his belly; guilt over doubting her, guilt over thinking she was anything but this… pure, sweet, kind, and so damn loving. It was guilty (and love) that had him gruffly replying, “You make it easier. Don’t mind being so close in that tight space with you.” 

When she smiled he was pretty damn sure she lit up the space even brighter than the light fixture overheard. Clearing his throat against the thickness of unexpected emotion, he added lowly, “Could put the radio over in the corner there, maybe?” 

Beth looked up at him with a confused smile. “Why? So you’ll have something to listen to, while you work?” 

“Nah. So you’ll have somethin’ to sing along to, when you’re done here with me. If you want, anyway.” 

He didn’t even realize she was moving until she hit him harder, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. After a dazed moment, he just chuckled, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his chin against the top of her head.

If she liked their tiny apartment because it was theirs then well… he liked it because she was in it. She brightened up the world, and in their tiny spaces he could just soak it in as much as he wanted. 

[thekingslover]

Their hands slip apart in the crowd, and though Dean knows Cas will be okay on his own - he knows where they agreed to meet up with Sam later and he might not be an angel anymore but he's still more or less a grown ass man - Dean still stops, letting the sea of people shift around him.

"Cas?" he calls out, loud over the rumble of the crowd. "Cas?!" he yells louder.

The people close to him turn to look. A man walking by gives Dean a hard shove on the shoulder, and if Dean wasn't so damn worried, he'd give a not-so-friendly shove right back.

Dean doesn't want to meet up with Cas later. He wants him here now. He wants to hold his hand and go through this stupid new polar bear exhibit together like they planned. He wants to watch Cas's eyes light up like a little kid when he sees the bears or if they are swimming or playing. Hell, Cas would probably enjoy watching them sleep.

Dean just wants Cas.

The crowd eventually dwindles around him, all the people herding into the exhibit. He glances up through the thinning people and sees Cas not five feet away, standing absolutely still and looking down. Dean runs to him, only breathing right again when he encircles Cas in his embrace and feels him exhale against his neck.

"You didn't go inside?" Cas whispers.

"Not without you," Dean says. With Cas here beside him, everything's right again. When even their heartbeats fall in sync, he steps away but he quickly grabs Cas's hand to maintain contact.

"You could have -"

"No," Dean says. "We said we're going together, and I mean it."

"Me, too," Cas says, smiling now.

They have to wait in line again for the earlier rush to clear, but when they finally see the polar bears and Dean sees Cas's eyes light up, well, the wait's totally worth it.