missus-spook-e:

Title: Playlist (Fail Hydra)

It’s been two weeks since the Donnie Incident, and she’s been spending so much time away from home (and the quiet and the accusations therein) that she misses getting the package entirely. Instead there’s a little brown slip on her front door and a notification from the FedEx office to come get her things.

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(stole the title from the HI-larious agentsofbadcomics

skimmonslab:

Iron Woman AU- Part 9

(Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8)




Skye’s recovery takes a long time. Her organs grow stronger every day and soon she can start breathing on her own, the machines in her room getting quieter and quieter, no longer needed.
They take off her oxygen mask and Jemma can now lean over and smooch her on her unmoving lips whenever she leaves or returns to the room.  

Everyone who visits makes an effort to come with an actual meal or something sugary that will make Jemma smile, but still, her main source of food remains the hospital cafeteria. She spends a decent amount of time there and gets to know all the other ‘regulars’. One of them, a man her age, introduces himself while waiting in line one day and from then on they start chatting whenever they run into each other. Jemma is the one who asks, in that charming and sweet manner of hers: ‘’Are you here because of a loved one?’’, but when he answers ‘’Brother.’’ with a solemn nod and then asks back: ‘’What about you?’’, she’s shocked into silence because she doesn’t know what to say. Technically, she does know, but ‘girlfriend’ doesn’t sound right. Skye is so much more than that, what they have is so serious and permanent, that the label ‘girlfriend’ can never be enough.
So after a moment of hesitation, Jemma smiles a sad smile and says ‘wife’.
When she returns to Skye’s room, she comes back with a spring in her step and optimism surging through her, because she’s certain Skye is going to wake up soon and now she knows what she has to do. She does have some shopping to do first, though.

Skye opens her eyes the next day, but neither Jemma nor the doctors dare to call it ‘waking up’ because Skye’s eyes flicker and she stares blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds. There’s no recognition or consciousness in them and she doesn’t respond to Jemma calling her name or running the back of her fingers down her cheek. Her eyes close and there’s nothing that would indicate that she was awake or that anything changed.
Another week passes like that, with Skye randomly opening her eyes for a few seconds and then slipping back into her coma.

The first time Skye really wakes up and is conscious enough to press the call button, Jemma is in the cafeteria of the hospital and gets a call from an excited Tony who can barely talk. She runs back to Skye’s room at a breakneck speed, slamming into walls and cutting corners.  When she crashes through the door to Skye’s room, almost toppling over, and sees Skye’s head lull towards her, a tiny smile on her lips and her eyes barely open, but there’s recognition and life there, Jemma actually squeals and jumps on the spot before rushing over to the bed.

It takes another two months before Skye can stay awake without immediately requesting copious amounts of painkillers and before she’s back to the Skye they all know- the one who’s loud, makes inappropriate comments about her and Jemma’s sex life in front of Tony and Pepper, and the one who complains about having to stay in bed.
A good two months before that familiar, devious spark returns to her eyes, and she starts pestering Jemma to let her out of the bed or sleep with her in it. The arguments she comes up with to convince Jemma that it’s perfectly fine for her to sleep in her hospital bed and cuddle range from:
‘’The bed is wobbly! I need an added weight on my right. You’re jeopardizing my recovery Jemma, because I feel like I’m on a boat and I can’t sleep well!’’ to
‘’Your pheromones suit my pheromones! I think we’ve proven that maaany times already-‘’
‘’Skye!’’
‘’What I’m saying is- having you near will make my heart beat faster and it’ll speed up my recovery! Plus, places that haven’t had a healthy blood flow in a while will finally get some action.’’ She wiggles her eyebrows and Jemma just rolls her eyes and lays her forehead on the bed.
Needless to say, she gives in and spends her nights squished against Skye, kissing and caressing her face until she falls asleep. Plus, knowing that Jemma is going to be there when she wakes up, lightly snoring into her ear, makes Skye easier to placate and keep in bed during the day.

They’re both aware that it’ll take a lot of time before Skye is back to her old self and that it will be an uphill battle. Skye’s body isn’t strong as it used to be, her muscles weak and unused, barely able to hold her up during her short walks around the room.
More and more, Skye keeps asking ‘’what kind of voodoo did you people have to succumb to, to keep me alive?’’, and while Jemma explained everything about the repulsor in her chest and micro-implants, she’s afraid of Skye’s reaction once the bandages are off and she sees the results. Once she realizes how extensive the damage was and how much of her body is now dependent on the same material and technology that make up her suits.
Tony even got Bruce Banner to come and give his opinion on the possible effects the implants could have on Skye, more specifically, if they could deteriorate or develop radiation levels that could become harmful, or if it could poison her body in some other way.
When Jemma, Tony, Fitz and Bruce all gathered around to explain what had to be done and how she now has a repulsor, similar to the one Tony used to have, her only comment was: ‘’Well, I guess I’m a real Stark now.’’
To everyone else, she looked completely unfazed. But Jemma knew better. The quick raise of her eyebrows and the taken aback expression that flitted across her face, was more than enough to have Jemma worried.

She really doesn’t know what will happen when Skye recovers enough to take the thick bandages off, but the way Skye pulls her close and gives her a loud, happy kiss when Jemma tells her she’s finally allowed to go home, makes her forget all her worries. She only cares about the accelerating heartbeat she feels under her palm as she gently pushes Skye away when she tries to deepen the kiss. She only focuses on the fact that there is a heartbeat.

skimmonslab:

Iron Woman AU- Part 9

(Part 1; Part 2; Part 3; Part 4; Part 5; Part 6; Part 7; Part 8)

Skye’s recovery takes a long time. Her organs grow stronger every day and soon she can start breathing on her own, the machines in her room getting quieter and quieter, no longer needed.

They take off her oxygen mask and Jemma can now lean over and smooch her on her unmoving lips whenever she leaves or returns to the room. 

Everyone who visits makes an effort to come with an actual meal or something sugary that will make Jemma smile, but still, her main source of food remains the hospital cafeteria. She spends a decent amount of time there and gets to know all the other ‘regulars’. One of them, a man her age, introduces himself while waiting in line one day and from then on they start chatting whenever they run into each other. Jemma is the one who asks, in that charming and sweet manner of hers: ‘’Are you here because of a loved one?’’, but when he answers ‘’Brother.’’ with a solemn nod and then asks back: ‘’What about you?’’, she’s shocked into silence because she doesn’t know what to say. Technically, she does know, but ‘girlfriend’ doesn’t sound right. Skye is so much more than that, what they have is so serious and permanent, that the label ‘girlfriend’ can never be enough.

So after a moment of hesitation, Jemma smiles a sad smile and says ‘wife’.

When she returns to Skye’s room, she comes back with a spring in her step and optimism surging through her, because she’s certain Skye is going to wake up soon and now she knows what she has to do. She does have some shopping to do first, though.

Skye opens her eyes the next day, but neither Jemma nor the doctors dare to call it ‘waking up’ because Skye’s eyes flicker and she stares blankly at the ceiling for a few seconds. There’s no recognition or consciousness in them and she doesn’t respond to Jemma calling her name or running the back of her fingers down her cheek. Her eyes close and there’s nothing that would indicate that she was awake or that anything changed.

Another week passes like that, with Skye randomly opening her eyes for a few seconds and then slipping back into her coma.

The first time Skye really wakes up and is conscious enough to press the call button, Jemma is in the cafeteria of the hospital and gets a call from an excited Tony who can barely talk. She runs back to Skye’s room at a breakneck speed, slamming into walls and cutting corners.  When she crashes through the door to Skye’s room, almost toppling over, and sees Skye’s head lull towards her, a tiny smile on her lips and her eyes barely open, but there’s recognition and life there, Jemma actually squeals and jumps on the spot before rushing over to the bed.

It takes another two months before Skye can stay awake without immediately requesting copious amounts of painkillers and before she’s back to the Skye they all know- the one who’s loud, makes inappropriate comments about her and Jemma’s sex life in front of Tony and Pepper, and the one who complains about having to stay in bed.

A good two months before that familiar, devious spark returns to her eyes, and she starts pestering Jemma to let her out of the bed or sleep with her in it. The arguments she comes up with to convince Jemma that it’s perfectly fine for her to sleep in her hospital bed and cuddle range from:

‘’The bed is wobbly! I need an added weight on my right. You’re jeopardizing my recovery Jemma, because I feel like I’m on a boat and I can’t sleep well!’’ to

‘’Your pheromones suit my pheromones! I think we’ve proven that maaany times already-‘’

‘’Skye!’’

‘’What I’m saying is- having you near will make my heart beat faster and it’ll speed up my recovery! Plus, places that haven’t had a healthy blood flow in a while will finally get some action.’’ She wiggles her eyebrows and Jemma just rolls her eyes and lays her forehead on the bed.

Needless to say, she gives in and spends her nights squished against Skye, kissing and caressing her face until she falls asleep. Plus, knowing that Jemma is going to be there when she wakes up, lightly snoring into her ear, makes Skye easier to placate and keep in bed during the day.

They’re both aware that it’ll take a lot of time before Skye is back to her old self and that it will be an uphill battle. Skye’s body isn’t strong as it used to be, her muscles weak and unused, barely able to hold her up during her short walks around the room.

More and more, Skye keeps asking ‘’what kind of voodoo did you people have to succumb to, to keep me alive?’’, and while Jemma explained everything about the repulsor in her chest and micro-implants, she’s afraid of Skye’s reaction once the bandages are off and she sees the results. Once she realizes how extensive the damage was and how much of her body is now dependent on the same material and technology that make up her suits.

Tony even got Bruce Banner to come and give his opinion on the possible effects the implants could have on Skye, more specifically, if they could deteriorate or develop radiation levels that could become harmful, or if it could poison her body in some other way.

When Jemma, Tony, Fitz and Bruce all gathered around to explain what had to be done and how she now has a repulsor, similar to the one Tony used to have, her only comment was: ‘’Well, I guess I’m a real Stark now.’’

To everyone else, she looked completely unfazed. But Jemma knew better. The quick raise of her eyebrows and the taken aback expression that flitted across her face, was more than enough to have Jemma worried.

She really doesn’t know what will happen when Skye recovers enough to take the thick bandages off, but the way Skye pulls her close and gives her a loud, happy kiss when Jemma tells her she’s finally allowed to go home, makes her forget all her worries. She only cares about the accelerating heartbeat she feels under her palm as she gently pushes Skye away when she tries to deepen the kiss. She only focuses on the fact that there is a heartbeat.

halach27:

Elizabeth, Chloe and the hug.

Anonymous Asked
Question9, skimmons Answer

pizza-is-my-buziness:

9 is “grinding.” And this story is rated M because I couldn’t come up with a way to fill to the prompt without making it a little smutty and honestly I didn’t try that hard to come up with an alternative.

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thermxdynamics:

How can I say your name
without also breathing the words,
"My God, I found you"?

SKIMMONS AU » Skye’s life was ordinary, boring even. Then one day a “crazy, hot girl” fell from the sky—right on top of her van. Her name is Jemma, and she claims she’s an angel with no recollection of from where she came. As the pair struggle to find answers, they can’t help wondering if she was destined to fall.

hoodiecap Asked
QuestionHogwarts AU Skimmons Answer

slamncram:

"Sooo… Hi."

Jemma looks up from her potions text, fingers stilling on the pages she was turning. She knows the girl standing at the end of her table, bag slung over her shoulder. She knows her, but she doesn’t know her, know her. Mostly, she just has a big, fat, secret crush on her.

Skye Poots is a riddle, wrapped inside an enigma, wrapped in Slytherin robes, and Jemma would very much like to tug her behind the statue of the One-Eyed Witch and unwrap all of those things and— oh, Merlin’s Beard, she still hasn’t answered.

"Yes?" Jemma gets out, doing her best to look calm and nonplussed, reaching up to twirl a strand of hair around her fingers.

Skye smiles, and sets down her bag, proving that her daring streak is more than reputation by dropping onto the bench next to Jemma and scooting over. “I’m really, really bad at this stuff, and, you know, I could say it was an excuse to get close to you, but, really, it’s more like a convenient chat starter.”

Jemma wonders if she accidentally got some felix felicis in her juice at breakfast, because there’s no way that Skye, her crush of at least the last year and a half, is giving her that nervous, flirty smile.

"You… with me, here, Jemma"

"Uh huh," Jemma replies, then catches her dreamy tone and shakes her head. "Oh, I’m sorry, I just. I’ve had this big crush on you for a while and—"

"—You’re turning as red as your robes," Skye says, just above a whisper, tapping her fingers against Jemma’s cheek.

And then she laughs, and Jemma thinks she’s never heard a more beautiful sound.

jemmadanvers:

no but i was so happy when ming mentioned may and romanoff meeting and the audience cheered like crazy i was liek o h yg f my lil obSCURE SHiP yes pl e a se

I second that notion!!! I was so excited when she mentioned having her there!

jemmadanvers:

no but i was so happy when ming mentioned may and romanoff meeting and the audience cheered like crazy i was liek o h yg f my lil obSCURE SHiP yes pl e a se

QuestionSkimmons + Disney-movie-of-your-choice au Answer

slamncram:

There are a number of weird things that Skye has seen in her time. She has a six year old daughter. She lives in New York, for god’s sakes. She has seen some things.

But none of the things that she has seen in her life compare to what she is seeing now.

When she and Helena had seen the woman in the street the night before, Skye had first been struck with how pretty she was. Then she’d been struck, as had Helena, with a strong desire to help the poor girl. She was walking around in a less than savoury neighbourhood in a big cupcake dress, lost as lost could be. They couldn’t just leave her there.

So, they’d offered up their couch for the night, at least until it was a decent enough hour to try and help her digure out where it was that she was supposed to be.

And now… Now, the pretty stranger - if Skye remembered right, she’d said her name was Jemma - was standing in their apartment’s living room, in a dress that looked like it had been made from their curtains, surrounded by singing birds and swaying squirrels.

Skye put a hand on her daughter’s shoulder, holding Helena back as she grinned, gasped loud, and lurched forward towards the woodland creatures. “Um, those aren’t rabid, are they?”

"Hm?" Jemma asked, giving the pair of them a sweet smile. "Oh, no! They’re jut being helpful!"

Skye forced up a smile, nodding stiffly. God, what the hell had her good deed gotten them into?

Anonymous Asked
Question"we slept together once and now we keep bumping into each other" au + skimmons~ Answer

The first time it happens Jemma writes it off as a weird coincidence that the woman she just so happened to hook up with the day before ends up on the same subway as her, they share an awkward smile when their eyes meet and move on. 

The second time, two days later fingers accidentally brushing as they both move to grab the same magazine off the rack, ends with a bit of awkward laughter and instances that the other woman really should just take the magazine. 

The third time she nearly spills coffee on the other woman, and she’s in such a rush that Jemma doesn’t even realize who it was she had bumped into until about ten minutes later. 

The fourth time she tries to apologize for the coffee thing, and they spend a few awkward minutes standing in the  same subway cart until Jemma has to excuse herself and get off two stops before her usual one, to save hersefl the embarrassment. 

The fifth time she bumps into her in less than a week’s time she decides that she has to save something, they can’t just awkwardly smile at each other. Except Jemma’s never been good at knowing what to say in situations like this, which is probably why she blurted out, “I think we might be soul mates.”