#fs drabble

[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.

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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.  

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[inactiveagentpolarbear]

Fitzsimmons+ take a chance on me

Fitzsimmons + Take A Chance On Me

 Jemmacouldn’t take this awkwardness anymore. She and Fitz had been made partners forthis project and he was going to have to accept that. He had hardly talked toher about it since they began two days ago. So it was time for that to change.

Shemarched up to Fitz in the cafeteria. Thankfully, he was sitting alone so shewouldn’t be as nervous talking with him.

Shesat down so hastily that it caused Fitz to jump. “Oh, hey Jemma,” he saidsetting down the book he had been reading.

“Fitzwe need to talk.”

“Aboutthe project?”

“Well,in a way. I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. And listen I know we’re rivalsmost of the time in class and I’m not your favorite person. However, we havebeen assigned to do this project together and I imagine you want a great gradejust like I do.” Jemma stopped to breathe and give Fitz time to reply.

Slowly,Fitz nodded in agreement.

“Fitztake a chance on me. If we can communicate better then we can do better thananyone in the class on this project. All you need to do is put some trust inme. If you really want to do this I’ll be around. I’m free for the rest of theday.”

“Ido,” Fitz replied. His voice cracked slightly. “I want to work together more.”

Jemmasmiled more to herself than to him. His voice might still be changing. Afterall they were the youngest in their class. “Good. So meet in the library in anhour?”

Fitznodded eagerly and smiled at her for the first time. Now that Jemma saw himsmile she realize that he actually looked pretty cute.

As Fitzlay awake in his bed he couldn’t help but think of Jemma struggling through thePTSD of having been on another planet for so long. No matter what she said, heknew she was having nightmares. Sure enough a moment later began to hear hercries.

Heimmediately jumped to his feet and began to run down the hallway. He flung openher door and charged in to find Jemma thrashing under her covers.

“No,no, no!” she screamed throwing her arms around violently.

“Jemma!”He slipped onto the bed taking hold of her arms trying his best to keep herfrom hurting herself.

Finally,she woke up and her dark eyes met his bright ones. “Fitz,” whispered Jemma.“I’m-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Heshook his head vigorously. “No, I’m glad I can help. That’s all I want to do.”

“It’salright. I’m fine.”

“Noyou’re not! This is the third night in a row you’ve woken up screaming. PleaseJemma let me help you.”

For amoment the two stared at each other intently, one wanting to begin and theother wanting to give up. Finally, Fitz broke the silence.

“Jemmado you remember when we had to work on that project at the Academy. I was sonervous to talk with you. But then you asked me to do something. You asked meto take a chance on you. Now I’m going to ask you to do the same. Let me helpyou Jemma.”

Shesmiled softly up at him. “I had forgotten about that…” She chuckled slightly. “OkayFitz I will.”

“Good,”he grinned. “Now that we’re both up how about we do something to clear outminds? We could go walking, or maybe just talk.”

Jemmashook her head. “Just hold me please Fitz. Just stay here.”

“Ofcourse. Anything you need.”

[stylesmyth]

28. “They say it’s hard to let go. But with you I find it impossible.” - requested by @showingthroughtome 

We decided to do something different tonight. 

Well, it was more like Harry sent word by Sage to tell me to not meet him at the school playground, as per our usual night outing. It caught me off guard when my sister-in-law pulled be back from the rest of our group—Niall, Mira, and Danae—as we all walked to my residence from dinner to enjoy the company until curfew. Then I would wait until the couple has left, Mira and her parents, and Danae and Wilson have all gone to bed, and also for the noise of the fort to quiet down, to slip my shoes on and make my way to the playground. 

"I spoke with Harry today," she said offhandedly, as if it were normal to bring up in conversation. It wasn't. In fact it's very rare to talk about him, especially outside of one of our residences, because of Wilson's disdain towards him, and Mira's infatuation. 

She links our arms, slowing us down, as I furrow my eyebrows and ask, "You have, have you?" 

She hummed, attempting to look as if we weren't have a suspicious conversation. I was glad everyone was in either at dinner or already in their houses because she failed miserably. "He said something along the lines of him finding a book you might like...I think he said it was in the library, second section, sixth row?" 

For a moment I wondered why Harry trusted her to relay messages to me, expecting she could be secretive about it, but I didn't entertain the thought for too long before musing, "Hmm, well, I guess I'll have to check it out at some point." 

With a satisfied look, she unlinked our arms, raced in front of me and scooped up Danae whilst Niall went in for the tickle. 

Getting from my residence to the library was far easier than across the fort to the usual spot. From the outside, no light was distinguishable through the windows, and for a moment I doubted anyone was inside, but with a quick push of the door, it gave way. 

Harry was where Sage said he'd be, where we sit together now. A small candle is lit on its plate on the floor beside us, waving its small flame as Harry flips through the pages of a book I can't recall the name of. My back is pressed again his front, legs stretched before me as one of his is propped which he rests his arm on and I play with the strings of the hole just above his knee. 

"They say it's hard to let go. But with you I find it impossible." 

Dragging my eyes away from the glow of the candle, I turn my head just enough to see his eyes, the green amplified by the yellow. "Hmm?" 

A grin pulls at the corners of his mouth. "It's what the character just said," he explains. "Have you been listening?" 

I dramatically roll my eyes at his teasing, "It wouldn't be so hard if you didn't talk so slow..." 

"Heyyyyy," he draws out, nudging my ribcage which in turn makes me laugh. "I think you secretly like my voice," he says matter-of-factly. 

Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I become sober gazing at him. "It's no secret, trust me." 

A breath of silence lingers between us before Harry leans in closer than before, brushing our noses together, his air mine, and mine, his. 

"I thought you were gonna read to me?" 

Harry buries his face in my neck when I turn back to face the candle, groaning and swearing that I'll be the death of him one day. And it makes me smile, the drawn out syllables in his words, the breaths of air from his mouth tickling my ear. 

In the flame, I create scenes as he reads about love and deceit.

[inactiveagentpolarbear]

Stay with me

This is based after Jemma comes back from the Planet, and she has to deal with her PTSD.This also assuming Will wasn’t on the planet so Jemma doesn’t want to go back.

Fitz stood in the lab going over some thing Coulson has asked him to look at. It was almost midnight and his eyes had begun to droop. But then his phones buzz which made him jump. He rubbed his eyes and pulled his phone out to see a text from Jemma.

I need your help. Please come to my bunk.

Fitz waisted no time, and shoved his phone back into his pocket. He began walking very quickly out of the lab. But once he reached the hallway he broke into a run. Jemma needed him and he had to help her.

He got to her door and opened it slowly seeing that the light from her was on. “Jemma, what’s up?”  He asked closing the door behind him. He knew something was wrong because her could tell her checks were wet with tears, and her beautiful brown eyes were blood shot.

Jemma was sitting cross-legged on her bed with her arms wrapped around herself. She drew in a shuddering breath as her lip trembled. “Oh Fitz,” she sighed clearly trying to fight more tears.

Fitz moved to sit down on the bed next to her, and immediately wrapped his arms around her trembling shoulders. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t do this-,” her voice broke as she sobbed. “I can’t do this anymore. Fitz I’m so scared.”

“Shhh,” Fitz said stroking her hair and resting his head on hers. “What are you scared of?”

She leaned back to look at him. The tears came like a waterfall down her pale cheeks as she stared at Fitz. “I’m scared that if I go to sleep I’ll wake up and I’ll be on that planet. I’m sacred I’ll wake up and you won’t be here.” Then she crumpled into him with a heavy sigh.

Fitz felt his eyes begin to burn with fresh tears. “Well I’m not going to let that happen Jemma.” He pulled her close and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her head.

“Will you stay with me?” Fitz heart broke as he heard these words. They were so desperate. She was begging him to stay. How could he not? She needed him.

“Of course,” he replied, shifting both of them so that they were lying down. He pulled the sheet over them both and opened his arms slightly so Jemma could adjust if she wanted.

But she only snuggled closer to him so that her face was against his chest. Now he could feel her warm breathe against him and the wetness of her tears.

“Sorry,” She whispered against him. “I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Don’t say sorry Simmons. You just need sometime to heal, and I’m here.” A tear rolled down his cheek. How could he help her more? The woman he loved was in pieces and all he wanted to do was to stitch them back together, but he didn’t know how. “I’ll be here when you wake up. I promise Jemma.”

“Thank you Fitz.”

Oh how I love you Jemma. Fitz thought as he heard her sobs become quieter. Please let me love all your broken pieces back together.

When Fitz woke the next morning he found Jemma’s eyes on him, as she still lay snuggled in his arms. “Good morning,” he said.

“You’re still here,” she whispered, a smile spreading across her tired face.

He smiled. “Of course. I promised didn’t I?”

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((important question at the end))

Even if you skip the fic that I punded out really quickly, I want some discussion on the topic presented at the end.

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She’s noticed something about Fitz for the past week or so. Nothing too concerning, she hopes, but he seems a bit flustered, preoccupied, maybe even secretive. Of course, she can’t imagine what it could be the problem; as far as she knows they’ve never been happier together.

He’s standing across the lab pretending not to be staring at her when finally, she’s had enough. She strides the room to confront him.

“Alright, Fitz, what’s the matter with you?”

He looks up, as though unaware she was talking to him, “What? Nothing’s the matter with me!”

She crosses her arms and arches a singular eyebrow in disbelief. “I can tell when something’s bothering you. The least you can do is be honest. If something’s bothering--”

“Can we-- Can we talk about this later, Jemma?”

“So something is bothering--”

“No! Well, not really. Well, maybe. It’s just-- Can we--?” he grabs her hand and leads her to a more private place in the lab. “Look, I didn’t want to say anything because now’s not the best time. Can’t you just trust that everything is fine.”

“Of course, I trust you Fitz. I just don’t understand. You’ve been acting odd these last few days, and I just worry--”

So he stuffs his hands into his pockets and shrugs, “Well you don’t have to. "

His defensive tone does nothing but alarm Jemma, and Fitz notices her unease immediately. “Hey, I’m sorry, Jemma. I sound like a total--” he can’t quite find the word but Jemma agrees with a strong nod.

“It’s just 'cause... 'cause there's something I wanna ask you, but I'm not quite sure how to do it. And I wanted to..." he takes a deep breath and pulls out a small box from one of his pockets and thrusts it toward her awkwardly, "Here. I wanted to give you this." His lips quirk to the side.

Her eyes blink as they fall on a ring box; her mouth falls open. “Is that?” she points at the box, and he nods.

“Can I--?” she doesn’t need permission however. She takes it and looks inside at the simple, elegant solitary diamond and inhales sharply. “Oh, Fitz! It’s lovely!”

“I wanted to surprise you. Set up a romantic... thing. I don’t know. I tried to ask Daisy, but she was asking too many questions, and I didn’t want her to know anything until after I asked, since I figured you should say yes first. I din’t know if--”

“Yes!” she interjects with the widest smile her face has ever made.

“Maybe it was too soon. Not that I think it is, but--” The realization of Jemma’s words hits him the same time her lips do. The kiss is quick and full of smiles. “Yes? We’re engaged?”

She nods in confirmation that he heard her correctly before putting the ring on her finger.

“I guess we should tell everyone we’re a couple then.”

“Fitz,” she laughs, “I’m pretty sure they knew about us a few years before we even did. At the very least, they’ve had 3 months to figure it out after we finally did.”

“Really?” He’s genuinely taken aback, but he’s too happy to really care. “Well let’s go tell them the rest of it before they see the ring for themselves.”

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A/N: I spent at least 20 minutes looking at wedding rings and I have a lot of mixed feelings about what Jemma would wear. Square or Circle? Filigree or solid band? bar or prong mount? twisty band? asymmetrical setting? I DO feel that the diamond would be one prominently mounted center piece, probably a bit of a more narrow band, maybe a bit of work around the diamond. Something that looks simple from a distance, but when up close is quite detailed.

but i think maybe... this one

also, do not talk to me about Fitz making her a ring. engineer =/= jeweler...

[stylesmyth]

5 or 6 of the prompt inspirations for Harry and Astrid!!

This was sent in a while ago, but I haven’t been able to write #6 yet, so I’ll be posting them in separate post!

#5 - “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” COMPLETED

#6 - “You really… That’s not exactly meant to be eaten.” COMING SOON