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[brokengem]

Finally got in my comic order from Free Comic Book Day since I wasn’t able to head out on that day myself. One of them happened to be an comic teaser for the Tokyopop manga they are doing for Descendants. 

The Jayvie shipper in me had to share these for those who haven’t seen them yet. I thought it was cute. 

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If you're up for it: Enjonine + “Sit down, I’ll get it.”

Being sick was actually the worst, especially because it seemed to mean that freaking Enjolras was in charge of her. 

He’d turned her apartment into a sickbay and she wasn’t supposed to move as much as a single muscle. Not even when the doorbell rang. 

Sure, she was slightly dizzy just from standing up, but he didn’t know that. 

“Sit down,” he gently helped her back down. “I’ll get it.” 

She huffed angrily from her little nest. She was almost hungry again, so that had to mean that she was doing better! So why wasn’t he leaving her alone already? She thought he hated her - he never paid that much attention to her before. 

It wasn’t even his fault that she’d managed to catch the flu from Marius and Cosette’s little brats (okay, her godchild was not a brat, but Danielle’s little brother was a devil child with angels for parents). And yet, Enjolras was here, playing doctor. 

Okay, not really playing doctor - she needed to be a little more healthy before she teased him down that path. 

What? It wasn’t every day that her stupid crush came over to check on her and ended up staying for two full days. It was cute, even though she was insanely annoyed by his dictatorial rulings. 

“Soup’s here,” Enjolras came back. 

He was smiling now. Ugh, rude. 

She really needed to get better already. 

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[jemmafitzsimmons]

Hi Mel! For the prompts thing, could you please do FS + "Stay over"? x

Hello lovely! and thank you for the prompt! Sorry this took forever. I finally finished up my semester, so now I can write again! :D 

#66 - Stay over. (Want one? Choose from this list.) 

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Academy Era AU

He hated to admit it – he wasn’t surprised when he received the text message at one in the morning asking if she could come to his apartment. His place was a closer distance from the bar than hers, and he didn’t want her trucking all that way in the harsh weather. But the real reason was that Jemma had spent the evening out with several girls from the event planning committee, many of which he was not too fond of, and he assumed it wasn’t the most enjoyable evening for his best friend.

A few weeks ago, her mum called inquiring about her social life, and suggested she spend some time with some of the girls from her building to broaden her horizons. Jemma seemed optimistic, saying she could treat it as an experiment to see if should could attract some new girlfriends if she simply spent some time doing normal social activities, but Fitz was worried, knowing these girls weren’t the sort to find discussing her latest chem experiments a fascinating way to spend a Friday night. He wanted to be wrong, hoping Jemma would meet someone friendly for a nice conversation or a person she could turn to when Fitz wasn’t available. But alas, he received her text while he was half asleep and sent her a quick reply saying he would leave a light on for her.

When the soft knock came a few minutes later, he smoothed out his hair and pulled the door open quickly, not wanting her to wait any longer than necessary, and he was surprised to see her in such a, well, not Jemma outfit. Instead of her sensible shoes and usual skinny jeans and jumper, she wore a rather fitted dress that flared out at the bottom – which also seemed to emphasize her upper half in a distracting manner, but he tried his best not to stare – and what seemed to be five inch heels from his judgment, her meeting him at eye level. She looked bloody fantastic, to be honest, but her slightly defeated expression pulled Fitz out of his thoughts immediately, so he reached his arm out to touch her shoulder.

“Come on, then.”

Giving him a half smile, she stumbled into his apartment, obviously uncomfortable in her footwear and probably still a bit tipsy from the bar.

After closing the door behind him, he turned to face her hesitantly, placing his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants. “I’m sorry it didn’t go well,” he mumbled, looking down at his feet.

Tossing her hand up nonchalantly, she scoffed. “No, it’s fine. I’m over it already. I swear. I’d rather be here anyway.”

“Do you…want to talk about it?”

She didn’t answer him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around herself and walked a small circle around his living area. “Why is it so freezing?”

“Heating’s out. I’ll have to call maintenance in the morning.”

“And you’re sure you don’t mind me staying over? I could easily walk back to my apartment—”

“Simmons, you’re in a dress and heels. I’m not gonna let you go out there and freeze to death or break your ankles on the ice.”

She nodded. Reaching out for the bookcase on the wall for balance, she slipped off her first heel and let it drop heavily onto the floor, hesitantly placing her bare foot on the cold hardwood.

“Here, hold on.” Noticing her shiver, he moved quickly back to his bedroom and returned a few seconds later with a bundle of clothes between his hands. “You can borrow these.” He picked them out carefully, a bit embarrassed to think she would be wearing his clothes, but she looked miserably uncomfortable in her dress and bare feet, so he fetched her a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt and hoodie, and the thickest socks he could find.

Her smile radiated up to her eyes as she took the bundle into her arms. “Thank you,” she whispered, bringing the clothing up to her face and giving them a subtle sniff.

They both stood frozen for a moment, neither of them quite sure what to do next.

“Do you want to…” Fitz trailed off, not meeting her eyes.

“I’ll just use your bathroom.”

“Good idea.”

When she returned to the living space looking much more comfortable, he had a kettle on the stove and two mugs set on the counter, making sure he found her favorite from the last time she stayed over – the dark navy one that lit up constellations when hot liquid was poured into it.

Through a sheepish expression, Jemma gestured toward his bedroom. “You can go back to sleep…”

“No, it’s fine. I couldn’t sleep anyway.” He topped off her tea with a splash of milk and handed the mug to her. Hoping to lift her spirits a bit, he then shuffled through his cabinet until he found his stash of mini M&M’s and tossed her the bag, which she swiftly caught with one hand.

She chuckled while pulling out a small handful. “Aren’t we being naughty?”

They settled onto the sofa, sharing a blanket and Jemma resting her legs across Fitz’s lap. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence for them, as it was nearly the fourth year into their friendship, and both had tested each other’s boundaries countless times before, invading each other’s space causally in the Academy lab and falling asleep on each other’s shoulders into the wee hours of the morning during study sessions. Still, Fitz felt his stomach flip slightly as she seemed to lean further into him, her hand resting comfortably on his knee under the blanket.

“Did you have any fun at all?” he asked.

“A little. It wasn’t a completely worthless night. Some of the girls were nice…ish.” She let out a heavy sigh. “It makes sense though. We have nothing in common. I’m never going to be interested in reality television or gossip magazines, so what’s the point in trying? Still, it would have been nice to have a girlfriend to talk to once in a while. I mean, I love you, Fitz, but you know…” She shrugged.

He didn’t really know where she was going with that sentence, as he was too hung up on hearing her utter a particular word near the end. If only she knew.

After finishing their tea and polishing off the last of the candy, it was settled she would sleep on the sofa, much to Fitz’s dismay. But she insisted, so he retrieved a pillow from his room and an extra blanket, hoping it would be enough to fight the chill hovering over the apartment. Before he turned to go back to his room, she pulled on his wrist.

“Thank you.” Lifting herself from sofa, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his middle, letting her head sink into his chest.

He left out a soft chuckle as he hesitantly returned the hug, lightly patting her on her back. “Don’t worry about it.” He pulled back to look at her at arms length. “Let me know if you need anything else. Don’t hesitate to knock.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

Once in his own bed, he tried to fall asleep. He really tried. But the thought of her trying to sleep on that uncomfortable sofa alone after a night like hers didn’t seem right. Still, he didn’t want to seem overeager, so he waited another ten minutes before crawling out of his bed to fetch her. Quietly, he tiptoed around the side of the sofa to find her clutching the blanket up to her chin, a visible crease on her forehead. Carefully, as he didn’t want to startle her, he reached out a hand and placed it gently on her shoulder, shaking it slightly.

“Jemma,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” she replied, groaning as she pulled the blanket even closer to her chest.

“Jemma, you’re shivering.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, come on. The bed’s warmer.”

“Fitz.”

“I said come on.”

Finally giving in to his pleading, she wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and took his hand to pull herself up from the sofa. Not letting go of her hand, he guided her to his room, a soft smile lingering on his face. When they entered his room, Jemma hesitated at the edge of the mattress.

“Do you have a side?” she asked.

“What? No, pick whichever you like.”

Nodding her head slowly, she collapsed heavily onto the bed and curled up beneath his comforter. Fitz tried to not think too much about the fact that she picked the side where he was previously trying to fall asleep, a clear indention in the mattress and pillow. He also tried hard not to notice how she seemed to sink deeply into his pillow as she lay on her side, her arm wrapped underneath to cradle it to her face as much as possible. She was just getting comfortable and trying to stay warm, he told himself.

Settling himself on the opposite end, he turned on his side to face her, but kept a reasonable distance between them. Before long, they both fell quiet, the only sound in the room their steady breathing and the whistling wind outside.

Suddenly, without opening his eyes, he sensed her lift her head slightly off her pillow.

“Fitz?” she asked, breaking their silence.

“Hmm?”

“Are you still cold?”

“A little, why?”

She didn’t answer, but instead shifted over to his side of the bed until she was curled into his chest, her hand gripping his t-shirt. “I don’t need any girlfriends to hang out with. You’re all I need.”

They stayed like this for a while, Jemma’s breathing slowly syncing up to his, but that didn’t keep his heart from hammering in his chest, which he assumed she noticed, much to his embarrassment. After some time, he thought she had finally fallen asleep, but the next thing he knew, she was slowly lifting her head from where his chin rested and reached up to softly touch her lips to the underside of his jaw. When he took in a quick breath at the sudden intimacy of her touch, she looked up to meet his eyes.

“Is this okay?” she asked softly.

He let out a small laugh. “Yeah. It’s more than okay.”

“Good.” She settled herself back against his chest, letting her head rest more comfortably under his chin and let out a heavy sigh. She was asleep within minutes.

Of course, Fitz gave up his attempt at falling back to sleep now that his best friend was all but sleeping comfortably on top of him. But he didn’t mind. It allowed him to think of what he would finally say to her, as it was about time he stopped dragging his feet. Four years of feelings weighed heavily on him, and he wasn’t going to wait any longer.

He would tell her in the morning.

[jemmasimmons]

jsimmonss replied to your post “For everyone who’s upset that Fitz is with someone else and fixing his...”

But isn't Jemma's biggest regret is to not been able to 'properly' save Fitz in the med pod? then she might have sacrificed his life for him and he didn't swim fast enough to save her... D: D: D:

Remember Jemma and Daisy didn’t get “reset” for their own regrets. They just entered the world as AIDA created it for everyone. 

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I'll gladly send you some more. Enjonine again + "Be quiet! They're going to hear us." 😏

Secret flings were kind of a pain in the ass sometimes, honestly. Especially when ‘Jolras was just touching her real nice and she had to be quiet about it. 

Payback was quick, though. 

While she worked on a hickey near his collarbone, he actually moaned - all because of her, fuck yeah! 

“Be quiet,” she whispered in the dark of the janitor’s closet. “They’re going to hear us.” 

Seriously, Courf needed to go away for another weekend - last time they pretty much only got out of bed to pay the delivery guys, and that time they almost died attempting shower sex. Yeah, it didn’t even conserve water, so... All around not a great idea. 

Not the point though - they needed another lost weekend where they didn’t have to be so damn paranoid all the time. Because no matter how hot the sneaking off to bang thing was, it was kinda starting to get old. 

She wanted to tell people about her... shudder... boyfriend. 

Ugh, it was all super domestic and disgusting, but after almost six months it was pretty obvious that this wasn’t just a fling anymore. And at almost twenty-eight, she was getting too old for this high school sneaking around in janitor’s closets type stuff. 

“So what if they hear?” ‘Jolras just stopped suddenly. 

Sure, she wasn’t completely paying attention, but she liked the thing he was about to do with those clever hands of his. Rude. 

“So, you want them to know?” she had to ask. 

He only had to nod before she dragged him out of the dark room and kissed him right in front of their shocked friends. 

Finally. 

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[textsfromumbridge]

Hey! For the prompt thing: Enjonine + “It’s okay.  I couldn’t sleep anyway.” please?

Thanks hon! <3

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She has nightmares after the protest, in which the ground closes in on her before the police does and everyone just keeps going and pushing and she cannot breathe! She can’t breathe!

“I can’t breathe,” she sits up in bed, heart pounding while she tries to take strong breaths. 

The claustrophobia has already kicked in and once again she is glad she has kicked her old one-night-stand habits. Try explaining this to a stranger, that they risk getting scratched and slapped by a traumatized mess. 

The sound of her bedroom door opening makes her flinch. Someone is here - either one of Courf’s girls grabbed the wrong door by mistake or she’s woken someone up with her panting and screaming. 

They can’t know. 

“I’m here,” Enjolras manages to make himself sound almost reassuring as he carefully approaches her bed. 

Her entire body sags in relief. She doesn’t have to hide with him. He knows. He understands. She is safe. 

“I’m sorry for waking you,” she has to apologize, knowing that he rarely gets enough sleep. 

“It’s okay,” he sits down at the foot of the bed. “I couldn’t sleep anyway.” 

Judging by the smudges of ballpoint ink on his hands, he isn’t even lying this time. She worries about him too - she is not the only one seeing terrible visions of what could have been. 

“Come to bed,” she lifts the comforter on what she’s started thinking of as ‘his side’ of her bed. “You need to get some sleep.” 

He could say no - he hasn’t done so before, but he still could. It’s not quite normal, and their friends can’t no that they use each other for comfort like this, but it appears to be the only thing that works. 

“You can finish it in the morning,” she gently reminds him as he climbs in next to her. 

By the time she’s settled in, with Enjolras holding her close, his breathing is already evening out. 

She closes her eyes. 

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[lorelaigilmoure]

Joyeux anniversaire Em!! I hope you had a fabulous day and I wish you the best year as well! xx ♥

Merci beaucoup, Océ!!!! lots of hugs!!!!

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jsimmonss ha risposto al tuo link “Headcanon series”

Yes, yes. YES!! Which reminds me, I haven't re-read it in a while... I just love your writing and in this series your characterisation is top notch and I love Fitz's sister !!

-blush-

You made my day..! I haven’t written anything in a while but I keep thinking of this series and of all the things that I want to write.

I’m glad to hear that you like my writing and the way I describe the characters. Alison is one of my favourite OCs. I have so much background story about her and often wonder if someone would like to read about it without having FitzSimmons in the mix. 

Anyway... Thank you!! :)