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a-biochemist-not-a-bird · 3 years

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AoS Femslash Fic Recs

(these are all oneshots...with the occasional twoshot)

Skimmons/ Bioquake

You Are My Sunshine by @atonguetiedwriter - Season 2 Hurt/Comfort fluff and bedsharing

don’t dismiss it like its easy (tell me what’s so easy about coming to say goodbye) by @ezrisdax- Canon Compliant Hanahaki AU, angst with a happy ending

your touch is what i’m missing by amiphobic- adorable HSAU, leaving notes in a shared textbook

Sniffles and Secrets by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - fluffy lil neighbors AU

you and i (we don’t wanna be like them) by comebackbehere - Framework AU, Kid Fic, Hopeful Ending

Simmorse/ Mockingnerd

Suddenly I See by @theclaravoyant - fluffy HSAU, coming out

red ribbon made of sand by alittleunstable - TRIGGER WARNING- eating disorder (its the main plot), happy ending, canon compliant

Marry Me by @florchis - marriage proposal!!

the words we used to say by @justanalto major character death, angst, v sad

Reading Between the Lines by flipflop_diva - fluffy flirty season 2, oblivious Jemma Simmons

MorseCode

dancing with our hands tied by @loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Wedding Planner AU, pure fluff

+ fake it till you make it - fake dating

Lying by Omission by AgentSkyeMorse - 5+1, everyone thinks they’re together

Of coffee and hoodies by Hawkingbird27 - fluffy, coffee shop AU...well it takes place in a coffee shop, sharing clothes

a love that comes once in a lifetime by @shesthemuscle - soulmate AU

Karaina

allegiance by @apathbacktoyou - canon universe, angst

+ making memories - allegiance’s slightly fluffier follow up

+ the memories we make - fluffy and unicorn gummiess!!

In Search of Memories by @ellsey - Amnesia AU, they’re married, fluff

a petal on the stream, a feather in the air by @daisylincs, hurt/comfort, canon compliant

MayBobbi

lets be friends (i’m dying to see how this one ends) by loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Mafia AU, BAMF Bobbi, Humor

+ the oregon state motto - wingfic, hurt/comfort, fluff

M&M: May and Morse, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D by @i-believe-in-melinda-may -i know i said only oneshots buut have a lovely 28 chap s1 AU fic

i’m just curious (is it serious?) by @bobbimorseisbisexual - pre-canon, a hint of meldrew

calm and bright by @ussjellyfish - ice skating, fluff

Pipsy

Ooh, Shots, Gtgg by @aleksandrachaev - drunk college students, college AU, professor May

The Name Game by loved-the-stars-too-fondly - Coffee Shop AU, meet cute, humor

games of telephone by justanalto - terrible pick up lines

Suddenly I see by @the-nerdy-stjarna - s4, falling in love

mistletoe kisses by @stuntchica - christmas fic, mistletoe

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theclaravoyant · 6 years

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AN ~ as promised, a fluffy, funny Simmorse / Mockingnerd drabble for @stupendousmentalitypaper - prompt: “Jemma is having trouble kissing Bobbi (because of the height difference)”. I threw some Skimmons brotp in there too, hope you don’t mind. Also, shoutout to The Good Place and One Day at a Time which I have borrowed a little sprinkle from for this fic. Enjoy!

Read on AO3 (~1000wd)

As she waited for the kettle to boil, Jemma absentmindedly stretched her stiff neck, and glanced over at the nest of readings she’d set up for herself at the dining table. Unusually for her, the thought of it made her heart sink a little. Bobbi was dancing around her this way and that preparing breakfast, and then she was off to the gym, and then on a field research outing with Hunter and Mack, and Jemma was stuck here. She felt like pouting, as what would usually be an interesting, jam-packed day of catching up on the operations of the various departments under her control, had since become as appealing as the English ocean on a cloudy day. She’d much rather spend her time mooning over her new girlfriend, but apparently, even the daily grind of saving the world required them to make other plans.

Fortunately, she still had a few more precious moments with Bobbi left, to get her through the grueling absence. She treasured Bobbi’s smile, and fond little laugh.

“Desk duty, huh?” Bobbi teased, pouting in exaggerated sympathy. She knew Jemma loved Directorate Day, deep down. “Would a blueberry help?”

“Maybe,” Jemma replied, luring Bobbi in to press the blueberry to her lips. She craned her neck up, as invitingly as possible. “A kiss would probably help more, though.”

“Oh, well then – “ Bobbi gleefully obliged, pausing to bend down and press her lips to Jemma’s. “Can’t have the Director of Sciences off her game now, can we?” She threw in another kiss for good measure, finished blending her smoothie, and all but bounced back across the kitchen with it in hand. As much as she hated to leave Jemma before she absolutely had to, May was waiting, and her body was screaming at her to do something that, for the first time in a long time, was not desk duty of her own.

“Go!” Jemma insisted, waving her hand emphatically. She had that same fond smile on her own face, endeared by her girlfriend’s enthusiasm and joy, to be getting active again. Then, as Bobbi farewelled her and obliged, she added, calling after her - “Make sure you stretch! And balance your weight! And – Nope, she’s gone.”

Still, this little moment gave Jemma the will to carry her tea over to the nest of paperwork, and sit down, and only sigh once. She licked absentmindedly at the taste of blueberry on her lips as she pulled the first report toward herself, and began to read. Moments later, the pain in her neck sharpened, and made her twist and turn in her seat, rub at the sore spot, flex her shoulders – again and again she tried it, and each time, only seemed to jostle her further from comfort.

“Oh, bloody hell,” she whispered at last, and arched her back like a cat and rolled her head to try and get the knot out one and for all.

Daisy, who had slipped into a seat nearby, grinned mischeviously.

“Sleep funny?” she prodded.

“Oh, ha, ha,” Jemma replied, rolling her eyes. Then a thought occurred to her, and her eyes must have lit up, because Daisy cringed and laughed.

“Ew,” she said. “Do I want to know?”

“Don’t be gross, not like that,” Jemma scolded, though memories of some pleasant escapades of the sort Daisy was sneering at replayed themselves in the back of her mind. “It’s just kissing, the neck problem.”

“Because your girlfriend is a sexy giraffe and you practically reach her bellybutton?” Daisy teased. “How long did it take you to figure that one out?”

“It’s not usually a problem,” Jemma insisted. “I’d usually just, you know –“

She made a gesture with her hand and Daisy translated:

“Climb her like a tree?”

“Well, yes,” Jemma agreed, “or at least, she’d be able to bend down. But ever since this knee surgery, we’ve both had to be a lot more careful, so I spend half the day standing on my toes with my chin in the air and my neck does not like that. Which is unfortunate, because the rest of me rather does.”

She smiled, satisfied, and Daisy launched into a list of suggestions – some of them helpful, some ridiculous, and some of them just downright lewd – about what could be done. They bantered back and forth for a while, but when Daisy too had to leave, to continue with her day’s work, Jemma turned the conversation over slowly in her head. Maybe she could do something about this, maybe something special was called for to celebrate Bobbi’s recovery milestone, maybe she could hang from the roof like Spiderman – Fitz would be willing to make her some antigravity boots in the name of love, right?

Unfortunately her concentration was soon needed elsewhere, as the reports and meetings and emergencies of Directorate Day flooded in over the course of the morning. By evening, she had almost forgotten about it, until she saw Bobbi stick her head in through the door. From the looks of her, she had just finished up her day of work – in fact, she was likely coming back from the showers, dressed as she was in soft, fresh cotton, and with a victorious smile on her face despite the blooming bruises. In that moment, all Jemma wanted to do was kiss her, but as soon as she tilted her head up, her neck and shoulder screamed with pain.

“Bloody hell!” she hissed, more fervently this time. Bobbi, perplexed, asked, “what?”, but Jemma’s mind had already seized on the solution. She’d spotted it out of the corner of her eye, when she’d cringed out of the kiss. It was simple, and inelegant, but it made her smile.

She scampered across the communal area, to the lounge, and jumped up to stand on a cushion. Frantically, she gestured with her hands for Bobbi to come and, grinning right back, Bobbi did. Their kiss was hotter, easier, more evenly matched, and both of them came away from it flushed and happy.

“Wow, where has this couch been all my life?” Bobbi jested.

“Um, under my ass, I was hoping,” Daisy replied, pulling their attention. She was on her way back into the room with a bowl of pretzels in one hand and a beer in the other. Hunter and Fitz sat on the other couch, not quite sure where to look, but greatly enjoying the spectacle of it all.

Jemma cleared her throat, and climbed down from the couch with a surprising amount of dignity; after all, she had no regrets. But that didn’t stop her heart from leaping into her chest when Bobbi gave her a hungry, smokey-eyed look and gently intertwined their fingers.

“Do you want to stay and watch the movie, babe?” she offered innocently, “or would you like a little help massaging that shoulder of yours?”

Daisy, Fitz and Hunter snickered. With no hope, and increasingly little intention, of keeping up the charade of dignity, Jemma simply nodded and let Bobbi lead the way.

#simmorse #mockingnerd #aosfemslash #aosficnet #aosfic #prompt me stuff #clara's fic tag

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