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QuestionSkimmons song prompt: You're Mine by Lea Michele You're awesome, keep up the good work 👍 Answer

picardspajamas:

I took this in sort of a different way then you probably meant… but I got tired of longe songs being about romance, so…

Skye had done this before. The whole peeing on the stick thing, the waiting thing, the feeling so on edge for the result thing. Except in the past she’d been hoping for a negative. She’d crossed her fingers and begged whatever fates were there to let her not be pregnant. There had been that time she and Ana had been too drunk and forgotten protection, that time she and Miles decided they didn’t need to find a condom because hormones, and several other indiscretions that all came to mind as she stared at the little stick. 

Except this time, she wasn’t alone in her bathroom, anxiety-ridden and hoping she wouldn’t have to make that call. More importantly, this time, she was hoping for the opposite answer. 

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Clint “Hawkeye” Barton is obsessed with his hair. He has a TONS of gels and combs that all do different things for his hair, along with an arsenal or hairspray. Clint takes like three hours to choose what kind of shampoo and conditioner he wants, and always coms home with at least two new combs. Natasha always goes to Clint when she runs out of hairspray or lost her favorite brush and/or comb.

Clint “Hawkeye” Barton is obsessed with his hair. He has a TONS of gels and combs that all do different things for his hair, along with an arsenal or hairspray. Clint takes like three hours to choose what kind of shampoo and conditioner he wants, and always coms home with at least two new combs. Natasha always goes to Clint when she runs out of hairspray or lost her favorite brush and/or comb.

QuestionAmuse me please Answer

isloremipsumafterall:

Leave a “Amuse Me” in my ask, and I will write a funny drabble about one character trying to cheer another up. (I figured I’d go with Skimmons for this.)

The lab felt empty without Fitz, too much space for her to move in without the well trained dance she and Fitz had gotten used to. She knew he would be coming back soon but until such a time Jemma just felt out of place.

She turned her focus to her work, looking over some new samples from Skye’s blood, attempting to think of anything but the strange quiet that blanketed the lab.

A hand shot out to grab her arm, yanking her backwards and away from the microscope. Jemma yelped, falling back and into the person who had grabbed her who let out a surprised noise themselves. She looked back, ready to use the move to escape a hold that Trip had taught her when she saw Skye.

"Skye!"

"Shhhhh." Skye hissed, finger on her lips and amused spark in her eye. "Come on." Skye pulled her out of the lab and down the corridor. They walked until they were at the room that hung over the corridor bay, slightly hidden by the shadows.

Skye elbowed her, grinning widely, “Watch this.”

Jemma looked down, puzzled as to what Skye wanted her to watch. Coulson, May, and Trip were down there, taking inventory of things. It didn’t seem like anything special but then suddenly Trip stopped, like he couldn’t move. Coulson went over to help but found he couldn’t move either. Jemma leaned over to get a better view. Their shoes looked like they had been stuck to the floor. A yellow goo surrounding the shoes.

"Skye, tell me you did not take Fitz’s special endurance sticky tack."

"Well I can tell you that’s exactly what I did and that we need a better name for it."

Jemma smiled, “And a better prank, that’s all you’ve got? I expected better.”

Skye gave a mock hurt expression, “Hey I had to work with what we’ve got.”

"Please I can think of seven better things to do off the top of my head with things around."

Skye waved her hand in the direction below them, “Then by all means.”

Jemma smiled widely, already thinking of the best thing to try. She was about to answer and go off on her idea when she noticed Skye was giving her a goofy smile. “What?”

"Nothing. Just… nice to see you smiling again."

Suddenly the out of nowhere prank made sense and Jemma leaned over to press a kiss to Skye’s cheek. “Thank you. That was sweet of you Skye, doesn’t mean I won’t beat you in this little pranking game but sweet of you.”

"Oh we’ll see."

"Yes," Jemma continued on, wholly self assured, "We will."

Omg this is exactly what I wanted! I love it!! It’s so good it needs more there should be more!

Anonymous Asked
QuestionPrompt: skimmons drunk in a bar after a mission and end up grinding like teenagers then SEX Answer

nocteverbascio:

I was listening to Sweat when I was writing this so excuse me for the reference. No sex in this but maaaybe if you want a second part (being completely unsatisfied with just this part) let me know hahah 

Rated: T+ 

It was celebratory. It was joy. It was relaxation. The only thing it wasn’t was Jemma’s type of celebration, source of joy, or way of relaxation. However, it was something that Skye had suggested and the rest of the team had joined in on.

So while, Trip was intimately teaching Fitz how to play pool and Phil and May were having a bite (at a freaking bar…who eats at a bar?), Jemma found herself sitting restlessly at the bar with a half drunken beer. The bar hadn’t been exactly packed, but the night was still young.

"1800," Skye ordered as she sat down next to Jemma. She glanced at the beer. "What’s up? You’ve been nursing that beer for the last hour."

"Not exactly what I am in the mood for right now," Jemma admitted as she felt prompted to take another sip of her beer. Her face scrunched up. The beer had gotten warm.

Skye noticed her sour expression and laughed before ordering a second shot.

"Are you looking for a night you can’t remember?" Jemma asked curiously as the bartender served Skye a second shot, the first one remained untouched.

Skye smirked and shook her head. “Come on, Jemma, we just wrecked a good chunk of HYDRA. Garrett is gone. With all that’s happened so far, can we just have one night where everything was back to the way it was?”

Skye smiled brightly at Jemma. Her eyes conveying the same message from before they had found out Garrett and Ward were HYDRA. Flirtation. Hope. Jemma remembered what “the way it was" had been like.

Unconsciously, biting her bottom lip, Jemma watched as Skye pushed over the second shot glass of the clear liquor. Skye wasn’t kidding (nor was she cheap).

Just one.

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nobbiedanger:

His and Her Royal Highness

p.s. to all those confused over a black woman and white man having a filipino son, you can believe a magic fairy could be the answer to the poor protagonist’s dilemma but not the idea of the king and queen possibly adopting???


SHIELD has a file on the Xavier Academy, which ends with: Absolutely, positively do NOT EVER EVER fuck with this place. HYDRA has an exact copy

SHIELD has a file on the Xavier Academy, which ends with: Absolutely, positively do NOT EVER EVER fuck with this place. HYDRA has an exact copy