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[tvseries-writings]

Bad addiction

Plot: After an interrogation gone wrong, it is hard not to fall back into old habits and make questionable choices

TW: alcohol addiction, past suicide attempt, depression

Wandanat x Bioquake (Jemma x Daisy) x Bobbi x reader

Many people say that silence is the most deafening sound, more so than any other sound, even more so than the sound of a mine being blasted to extract the precious minerals it contains. And now, as you sit in one of the chairs at the kitchen table, looking down at the still-unbroken bottle of vodka in the complete silence that surrounds the room, you realize that these people are right.

It is 3:45 a.m. on a dreary Saturday morning, and that boy's face, imprinted in your mind, has kept you from sleeping and at the same time made you open the bus locker that Jemma had diligently locked as soon as she learned of your "not-so-little" problem.

In your world, everyone has tattooed on their body the first words their soul mate will say when they first meet.

You have to admit that in the unhappy and violent family you grew up in, it was no big deal to have five different phrases tattooed on your back due to some hideous flaw in the system. Two soul mates was abnormal enough, but five? Inconceivable, and Mark, your stepfather, had reminded you of it over and over again until one fine day he died of a heart attack. Of course, the moment he had collapsed in front of you, you hadn't run for help... Besides, they say there is no such thing as karma.

Bobbi was the first of the five mysterious soul mates you met and fell madly in love with. It was Bobbi who brought you into S.H.I.E.L.D. shortly after recruiting Daisy (then Skye), and who finally put a face to two of the people whose words she had tattooed on her right forearm.

"I want to be your sponsor, I want you to get better."

It was Bobbi who helped you out of the maelstrom that had engulfed you, who helped you to what would become six full years of sobriety. Six years without a single drop of your trusty friend alcohol in your stomach. She became your sponsor, was with you day and night, held you while you puked your guts out in the filthy bathroom of a bar at five in the morning, and whispered tough words to you when you told her you wanted to quit. You don't know where you'd be without her. In fact, you don't know where you'd be without all of them. Jemma, Bobbi, Daisy, Wanda, and Natasha are your rock and always will be. But today, today you have to forget and they may be your rock but unfortunately they have far too many demons to face and yours you might as well keep to yourself.

With a knot in your stomach and nausea, you uncork the bottle. The pungent smell of vodka burns your sinuses as you carefully place the cap on the counter. The concave side facing down, just like at the bar. Your fingers tighten around the thinnest part, the contact of your skin with the cold glass makes you shiver, and for a moment, just a single moment, you think you don't want to throw away these six long years of sacrifice, and then... then the boy's face hits you like a slap in the face. Actually, the slap would hurt a lot less.

He was just a boy, a young soldier molded by Hydra who had killed himself to give in during your interrogation. You had been too harsh and too slow to stop him, and you had not stopped him, and he had broken his right cheekbone, causing the small cyanide capsule placed there, just below the surface, to rupture. That boy was walking around with a time bomb between his eye and his nose, and he had done it voluntarily, killing himself with that same bomb. He had killed himself in front of you, his name was Gideon and he had just turned nineteen. And he was dead, he was dead because you were not focused enough, because you were the one who pushed him to do it and now he was gone. He should have had his whole life ahead of him, he had just been subjugated, but now, now there was no chance of redemption for him. So you punished yourself, nothing new, the bullet in your right leg is proof of that...even though you had stopped the bleeding by now. You just needed to punish yourself, that's all. And the bottle you hold in your fingers serves the same purpose as the bullet.

"What are you doing?"

The sound is so sudden and unexpected that you let go of the bottle and it shatters on the floor of the bus. The plane continues its course as if nothing had happened. How fascinating machines are, so emotionally numbing and yet indispensable.

Bobbi approaches you slowly, as if afraid to frighten you. Her hair is disheveled and her expression is a mixture of concern and weariness. You swallow, begin to shake your head and fall to your knees, repeating the words "I'm sorry" and "I'm sorry" as you fiercely pick up the shards of glass from the bottle.

"Stop or you'll get hurt."

The blonde girl is not even in time to say these words before a piece of glass gets stuck in your hand, causing a deep cut that begins to bleed profusely. You don't notice and Bobbi is scared to death. You don't feel the pain and, on the contrary, you continue to clear your mind.

Perhaps you have become a machine too, emotionally numb. Damn, how you want it; to feel no more pain - isn't that the human dilemma?

Bobbi snaps forward, tired of seeing you hurt again and again, and grabs your wrists with her hands to stop you; it works. You suddenly freeze, avoiding eye contact and not saying a word. Bobbi never loses sight of you for a minute as she gets up to get a cloth to dab the wound and stop the bleeding.

You stay like this for about ten minutes, in silence, while Bobbi bandages your wound with two stitches for "safety". He wraps your hand, but when he is done, he does not pull away, contrary to what you expected. Instead, she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, making your eyes meet before breaking the silence.

"Do you ou want to tell me what happened?"

You always said that Bobbi, as an alternative to super badass spy, might as well have been a psychologist (as well as a model, of course). In fact, her tone is exactly what one would expect from a psychologist; gentle but detached. In a warm but cool clarity of action. In the art of weighing words that only Bobbi is capable of, and in which she is the first even to Jemma.

When she realizes you have no intention of answering, her hand quickly finds your leg.

"Have you been drinking?"

You bite your lip and shake your head slowly.

A small smile curls her lips as she leans in to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"Well... you did good rockstar."

Bobbi rests her forehead against yours, caressing your cheeks as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

"We're both tired and need to sleep, especially you. I'm not dropping the subject, and it's definitely something we'll discuss in the morning, but until then, until then, we're going to bed with the others. And I don't want to hear any objections."

You follow her, whatever she wants, you're going to give it to her. You owe it to her after the shit you wanted to do tonight; not that you wouldn't have done it if you had gone back. But now, now is a thought that has to be put off until the morning.

Bobbi tucks you in and wraps her arms around your sides, hugging you from behind. Your nose breathes in the lavender scent of Diasy and the vanilla scent of Wanda as Nat's soft snoring and Jemma's recovered words accompany you into the world of Morpheus.

.........................................................................................

As soon as you wake up, the weight of the conversation you're likely to have with your soul mates hits you harder than you'd like. And if you hate getting up on other days, today is even harder.

You get out of bed and walk down the hall with the same agony as a condemned man on his way to the gallows.

No, a condemned man is better off than you. At least he has the consolation of death; you, on the other hand, have only the certainty of a head-spanking from your girls.

It's barely 10 a.m., and your girls' voices echo down the narrow, cold hallway leading to the kitchen. As soon as your head pokes through the door, the voices stop.

"Hey."

Your stomach turns as you sit down in the only empty chair.

Wanda is at the stove, Natasha behind her, trying to help, even though you all know the Russian spy is anything but a good cook. Instead, Daisy, Jemma and Bobbi are all three at the table. Needless to say, all eyes are on you.

Wanda places a stack of pancakes on a plate in the middle of the table and with a shy smile invites you to help yourself to her delicious masterpieces.

You are not hungry. The silence between you is so strange, so different... that it has created a knot in your stomach. You are sure that if you even tried to take a bite of Wanda's pancakes, you would immediately run to the bathroom and throw up.

It is not you who breaks the silence, nor is it Bobbi; contrary to what you might have expected, it is Daisy who does so. Well, maybe you should have seen it coming.

"How could you even think that?"

You know very well that it is not a question. The others know it too.

The young superheroine wants to know the reason that almost made you break your promise.

Not that you could forget that promise. How could you?

It's hard to forget the feel of your girls' damp, heavy clothes and the sting of their deeply disappointed stares as you limped into the foyer of your simple, unassuming Manhattan apartment, staggering around with a bottle of vodka in your right hand and a gun in the other with only one bullet in the clip. It is hard to forget the look of terror on her face as you squeeze the trigger three times in a row, the cold metal of the barrel burning your temple. It is impossible to forget their screams as Natasha lunges at you, at the exact moment when you pull the damn trigger for the fourth time in front of their disbelieving, frightened, terrified eyes, and the bullet lodges on the wall behind you; inches from your head, as the gun, now unloaded, is kicked away from the Russian spy. It is impossible to forget the promise you made to them about never touching even a drop of alcohol again.

Over time, you have learned so many terrible things that you have trouble falling asleep at night. And when they say that addictions of any kind don't change a person...they lie. Fuck, how they lie. Lying bastards in an age of lies. An addiction changes you. No choking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I - yesterday was hard, the mission - I'm sorry."

You don't look up, you don't meet the eyes that you learned to love and accept only after a long time. You don't have the courage, you can't look at the most important people in your life, knowing that you made them suffer again. How many more times will you have to hurt them before they realize they no longer want you in their lives?

Bobbi sighs and shakes her head slowly. He gives you a small smile, just a hint of the one you loved before anyone else. She squeezes your thigh and reaches her hand out from under the table.

"We're not mad, we're just worried rockstar."

"Bobbi's right, Detka, we are scared that what happened years ago might happen again."

Wanda plays with the rings you exchanged when you all decided to move in together.

Natasha doesn't speak; she just watches you in silence. So does Jemma.

Daisy, on the other hand, seems on the verge of exploding, and that's exactly what she does.

"You can't do this to us again, okay? Do you know how long it took us to get over that? We still have nightmares about that night and you know it! How could you even think of drinking? You had to talk to us about it, you had to..."

Bobbi interrupts the inhuman, wrapping her arm around her hips and holding her close as she plants small kisses on the top of her head.

"He killed himself right in front of me, Daisy! He was a young boy, he had his whole life ahead of him and I didn't stop him!"

You slam your hand down on the kitchen counter, carefully away from your soul mates, using so much force that the deep cut you made the night before reopens and the bandage quickly soaks with blood.

A small grimace crosses your face as soon as your hand hits the marble surface.

"Y/n!"

Jemma takes your hand between her own, examining the wound medically and glancing at Bobbi as Wanda runs to the first aid kit in the bathroom.

"Honey, it's not your fault. The only culprit in all of this is Hydra. Yes, the boy was young, but he was aware of his choices."

Natasha strokes your back as Jemma uses needle and thread to sew up the cut on your palm. Jemma is about to put the fourth back on when you pull your hand away from her loving care and turn away from your girls.

"Y/n, please come back, I'm not done yet."

You look away; your left arm falls back at your side and small drops of blood run down your hand and fall to the floor. Your only desire now is to hold on to the bottle and drink until you see the empty bottom. You do not deserve their love, let alone their understanding.

"You're thinking very hard, detka," Wanda whispers, holding out her hand to you, and when you don't take it, intertwining your fingers, the hurt look on the Sokovian's face makes your heart clench.

"I thought I had overcome my addiction, and yet when some event shakes me, I am still in the grip of my emotions and it sucks....You want to know if I still want to drink? Yes, it gets stronger and stronger and it will never go away. That's the problem, I... I don't know if I can live with that for the rest of my life.

You all feel the small gasp that leaves the telepath's lips as she looks into your mind.

"Last night I... I took your gun," you whisper, turning your gaze to Natasha, "I know the password to the safe where you hide it; besides, it's not hard, just remember the day you first came into my life, and yes, yesterday I took the gun and put it to my temple, but I didn't pull the trigger, I didn't, okay? Just like I didn't touch the bottle of alcohol in front of me, so yes, I'm not okay, I'm shaken by what happened and part of me will always want to end it, but I'm not going to make you go through this again. I love you too much to hurt you like that again."

You scratch nervously at your wound, pinching your stitches before a gentle hand stops you. Jemma takes your hand back and makes the final stitches as the girls surround you.

"It's going to be okay honey, we're going to get through this too, but you need to go back and see Dr. Garner."

You sigh and shake your head before being stopped by a rather pissed off inhuman.

"I don't think you have a choice, so you're going to do what we say, okay?"

You sigh, nodding slightly as you begin to find the steel floor beneath your feet particularly interesting.

"Y/n, where did you leave the gun?"

Bobbi whispers and the question that has been hanging in the air until now is asked.

You teleport to your bedroom and retrieve the gun from its hiding place, where it had been masterfully concealed among some of your old clothes, and then Teleport back to the kitchen and hand the gun to Bobbi. The blonde takes it and slides the magazine out of the black Glock she holds in her hands, and when she does, your heart stops. You didn't think he would check.

"Y/n...? One bullet is missing-"

Daisy grabs the clip before Bobbi can finish her sentence,

"Are you fucking serious? You did this? You lied to our faces?!"

"I, it's not what it looks like."

Your throat goes dry as you look for the nearest chair to sit in; you wrinkle your nose as the bandage you've been so busy tightening around your thigh rubs painfully against the wound. And while the other girls are too busy trying to figure out what's going on, Wanda reads your mind and her eyes go wide as she falls to her knees in front of you. The other girls look at her with confusion and concern before the Sokovian speaks.

"Detka, Detka, where is the wound?"

Your breath catches and you freeze. They can't take away the pain you feel, they can't - you don't deserve the relief, you don't.

"N-no! Me, it's okay, I took care of it, I'm fine."

Natasha, who had been silent until that moment, steps forward and pulls your pants down before you can even think of stopping her.

The blood-soaked bandage shifts to reveal the bleeding, red wound; an ongoing infection, most likely -- after all, you didn't put any disinfectant on it, and the only thing you cared about was wrapping it tightly with a bandage so you wouldn't lose too much blood. You don't even know if the bullet got out, but considering your teleportation skills, it probably did. The only reason you don't stay naked every time you teleport is because Fitz made all your clothes out of a dwarf material that apparently allows you to stay clothed.

"Damn it!"

Natasha says, leaning over your thigh and looking at Jemma, urging her to get the first aid kit. The biochemist runs to the bathroom and returns in less than a minute with the kit in her hands. You kneel down next to the former Russian spy before putting on your gloves and cutting off the now completely useless blindfold.

Bobbi walks over to you and places a hand on your forehead to check your temperature before asking Natasha to hand her the thermometer.

"She's warm, I think the wound is giving her an infection."

Bobbi puts the thermometer to your lips, and when you make it clear that you are not going to take your temperature, Bobbi raises her right eyebrow and looks at you intently.

"Rockstar, I don't want to force you to open your lips, but you really messed up, your health is not the best right now and we're really worried, so please, please... help us help you, okay?"

Bobbi's voice breaks as her look of pain and concern finally makes you realize how much this, how much YOU are costing them...so you do everything they tell you and a full twenty-five minutes pass before you are finally patched up and lying on a cot in the infirmary.

"Why did you do this? Are you... do we have to take you off missions? Are you trying to hurt yourself?" Natasha approaches the edge of the bed, resting a hand on your good leg.

"Obviously, considering what he did."

Daisy blurts out, and the fact that she relies so heavily on her sarcasm lets you know that she is genuinely worried about you.You bite your lip, a small sigh rippling the air around you as you trace the bandage on your hand with your thumb, distracting yourself from the conversation you are about to have.

"I... just wanted... I needed to feel physical pain, and not the kind of pain that tears you up inside. I just needed to feel nothing, just for a little while...I'm sorry."

Jemma squeezes the IV bag and, after a final glance at the monitor showing your blood pressure and heart rate, sits down in the empty chair to your left before taking your hand between her own.

"We're going to help you, okay? It's going to be okay, we're going to be with you every step of the way, and we're going to get through this, just like we did before."

"But we need you to help us, rock star."

"And you need to tell us how you feel, especially if it makes you do things...dangerous for yourself, detka" Wanda comes over and gives you a small smile with eyes full of concern, just like the other girls.

Daisy crosses her arms under her breasts and you see worry and anger distorting her face and then, to the surprise of you all, the inhuman bursts into tears. Sobs shake your body and your need to embrace her makes you get out of bed and reach out to her, hiding a grimace of pain.

"Dee, Daisy, hey, it's okay love, I'm sorry, I know how that night left a deep scar on you, I... when certain thoughts come, I can't think straight... I can't think at all, damn it. I don't... I don't think about how much damage what my mind is telling me to do could do to you. I'm sorry, my love."

Daisy throws herself into your arms, causing you to fall back onto the cot as the inhuman wets your shirt with her tears.

"I know what it feels like to want the pain to stop, many of us do it”. Your body stiffens at the thought that at least once both Natasha and Wanda and Daisy felt exactly what you felt and are feeling now, "but you are not alone, I know you feel alone but you are not. We are here and we love you so much it hurts..."

"I am so sorry...I, I will try to get better, I want to, for you and to finally be well without having to resort to pain or alcohol."

You whisper, leaving kisses in Daisy's hair as you hold her close. Your girls stand still, letting the inhuman vent before they too join your embrace.

They say nothing, they don't need to. The fact that they are there, their warmth is more than enough and they bring you a slight relief and the burden you have been carrying for so long finally lightens... at least for now.

Thanks for reading! Spoiler: some poly!aos x wandanat x reader is coming! Comment, like and support me on ko-fi. Have a great day!

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[daisybeewrites]

Mack: so let me get this straight—

Bobbi: more like let me run this bi you

Hunter: let’s just see how this pans out

Fitz: we should take a moment to ace-cess the situation

Simmons: maybe we should review the events that have trans-spired

Daisy: i’m a lesbian! :D

#inspired by @likea-black-widow-baby #daisy johnson #jemma simmons #bobbi morse #mockingbird #alphonso mackenzie #leo fitz #skimmons #simmorse #skimmorse #lance hunter #agents of lgbt #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d. #aos

[innertimetraveldetective]

masterlist but prettier now

City of Stars

Since The Beginning (72k) - Jemma’d never had a real friend who lasted. She didn’t think so anyway. She hadn’t been bullied, so to speak, just picked on occasionally. She’d had people she spoke to, but she never really connected with any of them. In year 3 she’d had Daisy, the American girl who no one had wanted to talk to because of her funny accent. They’d gotten along, they both loved the stars.

What We Become (181k) - Having finished at S.H.I.E.L.D. Prep, everyone heads to The Academy, no idea what the next 5 years will bring, the beauty, the pain, the joy, the sorrow.

A Kind of Love (11k) - May and Phil adopt a baby Russian assassin

The Way I Love You (29k) - 3 years after the events of 'What We Become', Bobbi and Nat start to face their feelings for each other. Meanwhile, Daisy is battling her own sickness, and something is going on in SHIELD.

Skimmons (romantic or platonic)

us against the world (and the world won) (2.4k) - Death was a funny thing, Daisy thought as she cradled Jemma’s body in her arms.   It was only five letters, one syllable. Death.  D e a t h.  It was silly, she thought, that such a little thing meant so much.  Such a little word, so innocent, so tiny, such a little word was supposed to be able to describe the world ending, a heart stopping, tears falling, numbness encasing loved ones.d

Safe In Her Arms (1.3k) - Skimmons sick fic

Never Letting Go (1k) - Jemma finds Daisy after Coulson dies.

Apple Shampoo (7k) - Season one skimmons angst basically

made your mark on me / golden tattoo - kinktober day one - skimmons + sensory play

but i've had no love like your love - kinktober day nine - soft sex with skimmons

Morsecode (romantic or platonic)

You Can Rest Now, Lady Macbeth (2.4k) - A mission breaks Daisy- Bobbi, is there to pick up the pieces. (Jemma and May also make brief appearances, but it's primarily morsecode)

i will see your body bare and still i will live there (4.7k) - After losing Coulson and Fitz, Daisy leaves SHIELD, seeking comfort in the arms of some old friends. (Primarily morsecode, Natasha makes an appearance. This is smut.)

staring into an open flame (could barely tear my eyes away) - kinktober day seven - mirror sex with morsecode

Skimmorse (romantic or platonic)

i will love you without any strings attached (4.4k) - Daisy is tortured by Whitehall. Her girlfriends look after her.

drunk on this pain (3.5k) - A skimmorse post Maveth hurt/comfort fic in which Jemma is sorta obsessed with getting back to Maveth because she believes that she deserves to suffer.

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips we should just kiss like real people do (2.6k) - Daisy is a brat so Bobbi punishes her by showing her what she’s missing out on. (smut again)

there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin - kinktober day thirteen - aftercare with skimmorse

Simmorse

Strong Like an Amazon (799) - Bobbi looking after Jemma because Maveth was traumatic as all hell and she gotta take care of her :)

you taught the courage of the stars (1.8k) - Simmorse post Maveth hurt/comfort, featuring Jemma's star obsession and a lot of head kisses (also crying)

and someday i won't miss you at all - kinktober day sixteen - crying with simmorse

People comforting Daisy

we learn to live with the pain, broken mosaic hearts (2.7k) - 4 times Daisy hated the feeling of her own heart beat, and 1 time she was almost okay with it

the monsters turned out just to be trees, when the sun came up you were looking at me (2.3k) Daisy opened the door to a bleeding and bruised Natasha Romanoff, still dealing with her own grief after Coulson and Fitz's deaths. They piece each other back together, taking small comfort in each other's company.

As The Silence Breaks - A look into how Daisy reacted immediately after Lincoln's death, and what caused her to leave.

Half to Happy (1.8k) - 5 times Daisy refused help from her team, +1 time she sought it

The 5 Stages of Grief (2.6k) - Follows Daisy after The Devil Complex, and a conversation she has about it with Fitz because they never really addressed it and I'm salty.

Blackhill

and i built a home, for you (for me) (3.9k) - Nat and Maria take a weekend off together.

i love you (and so i need to go) (3.3k) - The days following the death of Bobbi Morse.

little taste of heaven - kinktober day four - exhibitionism with Maria and Natasha

Bobbimay

if you can't cool it down, steam is still steam - kinktober day 5 - masturbation with Bobbi and May

and you'd come back to me - Bobbi and May reunite after Bobbi comes back from Hydra.

Nat and Daisy

i'll crawl home to her - kinktober day twelve - spanking with Nat and Daisy

lover, be good to me - kinktober day three - handcuffs with Natasha and Skye

Multichapters

would you be my home? - Skye's life so far has been something of a blur of foster homes, nuns, and poorly covered bruises from men who definitely needed therapy. When Saint Agnes' gets closed down, she's moved to a new house, Westfield House Residential Home, where she, of course, expected the same old story. She never bargained on finding a family there.

Forgive and Try to Forget - What if, instead of Ward killing her, Kara turned on him? What if Kara chose to save Bobbi?

'i love you' (ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?) -A twilight au in which everyone is queer, most of them are fucking, and Bobbi and Hunter are pining idiots.

Miscellaneous

We're Okay Now - Alya sees Daisy's scar from The Devil Complex. So follows and awkward (and slightly teary) conversation with her in Fitzsimmons's living room. Later, Daisy has another nightmare about Fitz and tries to explain to Daniel.

Lonely Spirits - "I hate it so much, this pain, this constant ache in my chest, because I know, that no matter how many apologies I make, how much I beg for forgiveness, ‘sorry’ is never going to make up for what I did." (Angsty post-Bahrain Philinda)

What We're Fighting For - 30 day fluff challenge

How To Say Goodbye - My take on Daisy's letter to Coulson.

'i keep seeing you' - Daisy writes letters to Fitz whilst her and Jemma search for him in space. She talks about 5x14, and tries to process what happened, as well as her grief for him.

toe a line between sexy and sick - kinktober day two - orgasm denial with Bobbi and Nat

there's something so wretched about this (so precious about this) - kinktober day six - praise with Nat and Jemma

sedated we're nursing on a poison that never stung - kinktober day seven - overstimulation with Yo-Yo and Daisy

i cannot get you close enough - kinktober day ten - threesome with Bobbi, Nat and Maria

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes / i feel like a person for a moment of my life - kinktober day eleven - blindfolds with Wanda and Nat

your lips, my lips, apocalypse - kinktober day fourteen - pegging with Bobbi and Clint

gorgeous - kinktober day fifteen - body worship with Carol and Maria

#daisy johnson / jemma simmons #morsecode #bobbi morse / daisy johnson #skimmons #skimmorse #bobbi morse / jemma simmons / daisy johnson #simmorse #bobbi morse / jemma simmons #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #blackhill #natasha romanoff / maria hill #bobbimay #bobbi morse / melinda may #natasha romanoff / jemma simmons #bobbi morse / clint barton #carol danvers/maria rambeau #wandanat #scarlettwidow #kinktober 2021

[kitweewoos]

Skimmorse + Criminals au

Bobbi as a Con Artist

Daisy as a Hacker

Jemma as a Jewel Thief

(send me a moodboard prompt)

#agents of shield #aos #skimmorse #jemma simmons #daisy johnson #bobbi morse #aos au #criminals au #aos moodboard #kazoo moodboard #kit creates

[bobbiamorse]

Daisy, Jemma, and Bobbi’s girls nights are normally tame - just three girls, a bottle (or two... or three) of wine and a lot of juicy gossip about the past week. One week, though, Daisy suggests they all try some puffies... and things get a little trippy.

for @x-simmons-x as a part of trick or treat 2020!

#skimmorse #moodboard #tot20

[2minutes2midnight]

Skimmorse - Sunkissed

For @loved-the-stars-too-fondly 🥰

Send me a prompt!

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[theclaravoyant]

daisy x bobbi x jemma + “shopping” for femslashfeb2019 (x x x x x x x x x) - for anon

#skimmorse #aosfemslash #aosedit #femslashfeb2019 #agents of shield #clara's edit tag

[swashbucklery]

toriasimmons replied to your post “Send me Character/s + a Word”

because I am predictable may I have (PNW) Skimmorse + snow

Of course you may. 💕

I remain a firm believer in PNW Cabin, because oh my god after the year everyone has had they need it, they do. Bobbi included, she spent the last month farm-sitting Lance’s llama and all the Margaret Thatchers (chickens, they’re all chickens) and minding his beehives and frankly, she is exhausted.

By the time they all make it up to the PNW cabin it’s winter - they think about landing in Seattle, where the weather has settled to mild, grey, drizzling rain - but end up taking a quinjet right to the cabin.

It’s only snowing as they go up the mountain. Jemma’s the first one to spot it - little white patches in between the trees. The drifts get deeper and more obvious as they drive, and when they get to the cabin it’s like a little gingerbread house, half-frozen over and covered in snow.

(For a half-second, Daisy thinks about offering to quake the snow off the roof, but she doesn’t say anything. The cabin is for quiet time.)

Bobbi is in charge of going inside and making sure the wood stoves still start; she gets a roaring fire going and babysits it until she’s sure it’s going to stick, and the air inside of the cabin starts to thaw a little.

Daisy and Jemma find shovels in the kitchen cupboard, and take turns trying to clear the front walkway and the little porch. It’s heavy work; the snow is wet and it’s a little frozen-down. More than once, Daisy makes a joke about losing muscle after eating nothing but weird space apocalypse food and Jemma makes a mental note to cook only her favourites this week. 

They pile into the cabin after about two hours, sweaty and exhausted, and oh it’s just magic. The whole inside smells like woodsmoke; the stove in the main cabin and the one in the bedroom making everything cozy. Bobbi’s got the water working (thankfully, the pipes didn’t freeze) and the stove on and there’s a kettle already halfway to boiling. 

(Something something, this is a great excuse to sleep piled together with every blanket in the cabin on top of them, and they run with it.)

#tagfic #my fic #pnw cabin au #skimmorse #agents of shield #mcu feelings #ot3: dream boat supercupcake crumpet angel

[lentils-writes]

Skye, Jemma, and Bobbi are feeling a little frisky after the New Years' gala.

#skimmons #skimmorse #bioquake #jemma simmons #Bobbi Morse #Daisy Johnson #skye #verse: mallverse

[creacherkeeper]

ESTABLISHED SKIMMORSE BUT IT'S JUST DAISYBOBBI DURING THE HIATUS WHEN THE SPACE ROCK ATE JEM

~1100 words 

cw for perceived character death and general angst 

read on AO3 

Daisy slams into the bedroom without really seeing whereshe’s going, working to get her tac suit off before the door even shuts behindher. She’s tired, she’s frustrated, and she just wants the day to be over. Orat least to be in bed.

Bobbi peers at Daisy over her glasses, propped up in theirshared bed and reading reports. She has even more reports to read now thatshe’s working in the lab. And she’s glad for it, she’s glad to be workingagain. Glad to be doing something besides laying in the med bay all day. Evenif it does mean lots and lots of reports.

She watches Daisy, who’s not facing her, growling andswearing as she can’t rip her arm free of the harsh fabric.

“Babe,” Bobbi says softly, trying not to startle her.

Daisy is startled anyway. She whips around, eyes wide, andstares.

Bobbi smiles a little. “You’re never going to get out ofthat thing if you keep trying to go that fast.”

Daisy swallows and nods a little, looking away.

After a moment, Bobbi grabs her crutch (which she doesn’tneed all the time anymore, but it’s been a long day), heaves herself up, andmakes her way over to Daisy. She props the crutch under her arm as she startshelping Daisy undo the zippers and clips on the suit.

“What’s wrong?” she asks.

Daisy shrugs.

Bobbi flicks her side. “You know you’re gonna tell meeventually. I’ll keep hounding you. I’m good at it.”

“Fitz is back,” Daisy says quietly, finally managing to pullher arm free.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re upset because—”

“Because he shouldn’t still be going out there!” Daisy says,voice raised. She pulls away from Bobbi, the top of the tac suit draped aroundher waist. There are some new bruises on her arms, Bobbi notices, that weren’tthere when she left for her mission earlier that day. “He had no backup—again.No real plan—again. He’s pretty roughed up—again. He’s gonna get himselfkilled.”

“I know. I know, and I hate it too. But he’s an adult,Daisy. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

“Coulson could! Coulson could stop him right now if hewanted to.”

Bobbi shakes her head. “Fitz would just quit. At least thisway we can keep an eye on him.”

Daisy growls in frustration, because this is a conversationthey’ve had before, and it never goes the way Daisy wants it to. She turnsaway, raising her arms to press the balls of her hands against her forehead,trying to rub the tension away. “Why can’t he just … Why can’t he just acceptit?”

Bobbi is silent, tightening her grasp on the crutch’s grip.

“She’s gone, Bob.”Daisy drops her hands, and when she turns back there are tears pooling alongher eyelids. “It’s been four months. Four. Months. She’s gone. She’s not comingback.”

Bobbi bites her tongue, and nods. “He thinks she might.”

“Well it’s stupid,”Daisy cries, barely contained anguish. “It’s stupid and he’s stupid and selfish and- and- and—” Her chin trembles. “I hate him.”

“Daisy—”

“No, I do,” Daisy swears, two fat tears dropping down herface. “I hate him for doing this to us.”

Bobbi’s brow pinches, and she mindfully smooths it out. “Hejust needs closure.”

“We all do,” Daisy snaps. “We haven’t told her parents. Wehaven’t had a funeral. It’s been four months, and she doesn’t even have aheadstone. Our girlfriend is dead, Bobbi, and he won’t let her die.”

“He’s just …” Bobbi sighs. “He’s not ready to move on.”

Daisy’s brows furrow, looking at Bobbi in open-mouthedanger. “Do you think I am?”

“No,” Bobbi says quickly, “that’s not what I meant.”

“Do you think I am, in any conceivable fashion, ready to move on from this? From her?”

Bobbi pinches her lips together. “You know that’s not what Iwas implying.”

Daisy’s face falls into a more neutral expression, seemingto agree, then screws up again. “He just … He needs to accept it. None of usare going to be able to start healing unless he stops doing this.”

Bobbi tries to speak as gently as she can, but withoutsounding patronizing, which is always a hard balance to strike with Daisy. “Areyou really mad at Fitz here?” she asks, voice soft.

“Yes!” Daisy immediately responds, throwing her hands up.“And- And … I don’t know.” She growls, bringing her hands up to her foreheadagain. “I’m mad at all of it! Everything that’s happened! I’m mad at him, I’mmad that stupid rock, I’m mad at the fucking universe, okay? I’m just so angry at everything now, and I don’t know if I’ve always been this angry insideor if I’m just … broken now, or something. Maybe …” Her voice drops. “Maybethis just broke me.”

“Daisy,” Bobbi says, reaching out a hand to place on Daisy’selbow, a gentle caress, an invitation, “you’re not broken.”

Daisy wipes her cheeks, and then drops her arms. More tearsstream down her face. “Maybe I am. Maybe we all are.” She gazes up at Bobbi,mouth quivering. “What if we’re not okay after this?”

“Who?” Bobbi asks. “Us?”

“You and me. Everyone. I don’t know.”

“Well—” Bobbi touches her again, beckoning her closer. “Iknow one thing. You and I are going to be okay. Worse for wear, but okay.”

Daisy takes the invitation and shuffles closer, dropping herhead to rest on Bobbi’s collarbone. She shivers against Bobbi’s chest, bothfrom the conversation and the goosebumps that have risen on her bare arms fromthe cold. “How can you be sure?” she asks.

“Because we’ve made it this far.”

Daisy sniffles and nods, pushing closer. Bobbi holds her fora while, one arm wrapped around her shoulders, and eventually they get Daisyout of the rest of the tac suit and into bed. Daisy has started crying again inthe meantime, and Bobbi doesn’t know what else to do besides pull her closer.

Daisy’s breath hiccups, tears soaking through the fabric onBobbi’s chest. “Are we ever going to be okay?” she asks in a hush.

“One day.”

“Are we ever going to stop missing her?”

“No,” Bobbi says honestly.

“Then I don’t think I’m ever going to be okay.”

Bobbi lets out a sigh. “When you lose someone … part of younever really moves on. You never forget that hurt. It’s just … something youlive with.”

“How?” Daisy asks.

Bobbi presses a kiss to the top of her head. “By notforgetting the people you still have.”

Daisy only clings harder.

#aosficnet #bobbi morse #daisy johnson #skimmorse #aos #I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU TO GIVE ME ANGSTY PROMPTS #i love writing angst #i love writing arguments (which there isnt really any of in here but) #its just so fun to write!! #so thank you <3 <3 #hope you enjoy some skimmorse #imperfectlychaotic #pride prompts

[incorrectaos]

Daisy: *wearing a cute outfit*

Jemma: Man I wish I could pull that off.

Daisy: Go ahead.

Jemma: What?

Daisy: What?

#incorrect agents of shield #incorrect aos #incorrect quotes #agents of shield #aos #daisy johnson #jemma simmons #skimmorse #source: unknown

[yesgalaxies]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Bobbi Morse/Jemma Simmons, Jemma Simmons/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Bobbi Morse/Skye | Daisy Johnson, Bobbi Morse/Jemma Simmons/Skye | Daisy Johnson Characters: Bobbi Morse, Jemma Simmons, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Leo Fitz Additional Tags: autistic Jemma Simmons, Jemma Simmons Needs a Hug, emotional meltdown, Sensory Overload, Polyamory, Fluff and Angst, Stimming, Skimmorse, Skye pov, Bobbi POV Summary:

An incompetent lab tech and the loss of a stim toy trigger an emotional meltdown. Luckily, Jemma’s got two amazing girlfriends who could never refuse an impromptu nap.

#i wrote a thing #agents of shield #aos #agents of shield fanfiction #aos fanfiction #skye #daisy johnson #bobbi morse #skimmorse #skimmorse fic #autistic character #autistic jemma simmons #jemma simmons

[depressedkakashihatake]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bobbi Morse/Jemma Simmons Characters: Bobbi Morse, Jemma Simmons Additional Tags: Lab Accidents Summary:

Bobbi and Jemma are working together when their constant flirting leads to a small problem in the lab.

#skimmorse #Jemma Simmons #Bobbi Morse #Shorty Bobbi

[innertimetraveldetective]

Masterlist

Ok, so I don’t talk about my writing on here much, but I have an ao3 account!  so uh, this is my masterlist for fics :)

Series-  

City of Stars-

Skimmons school AU, second story is 170k words, first one is 80k :)

Mostly angst ngl, fluffy to begin with though.  First story is slowburn, second is Academy AU, third is a philinda adoption, fourth is bobbinat falling in love and also setting up for the fifth story 

Fics-

Safe In Her Arms-

Skimmons sickfic, basically just domestic fluff

Apple Shampoo-  

Skimmons s1 canon divergence, angsty as hell

us against the world (and the world won) -

Skimmons death fic (unrequited love, vvv angsty)

We’re Okay Now-

dousy, hurt/comfort, angst? I guess? Post canon :)

How To Say Goodbye-

Angst, my take on Coulson’s letter to Daisy.  Canon compliant.

As The Silence Breaks-

Look into why Daisy left after Hive/ Lincoln, v angsty

Lonely Spirits-

Angsty post-Bahrain Philinda

A Kind Of Love-  

Adoption fic, part of my City of Stars AU

Strong Like An Amazon-

Bobbi comforts Jemma post Maveth

What We’re Fighting For- 

Uh, AOS fluff November, turned out very angsty for a fluff themed challenge

Halfway to Happy-

5+1 fic, 5 times Daisy refused help from her team, 1 time she sought it, set early s4

You Can Rest Now, Lady Macbeth-

Angst, pure angst.  Mainly Bobbi & Daisy hurt/ comfort, Jemma and May turn up as well

Never Letting Go-

Daisy’s reaction to Coulsons death, mostly angst, some Daisy & Jemma hurt/ comfort

The Five Stages Of Grief-

Basically just some Fitz bashing because i rewatched the devil complex and it made me angry and angsty.  Mostly angst.

i will love you without any strings attached -

skimmorse, i wrote this for bex’s bday and i still love it, lots of soft lesbians

the monsters turned out to be just trees, when the sun came up you were looking at me - 

nat/daisy (wtf is their shipname??), hurt/comfort, some grief/mourning, yet another bday fic, just sad n angsty

and you’d come back to me - 

bobbimay smut :)

and i built a home, for you (for me) - 

blackhill fluff

forgive and try to forget - 

some bobbi/kara ft kara redemption and lots of crying

the way i love you - 

blackbird falling in love ft a very sick daisy johnson, part of my City of Stars au

i love you (and so i need to go) -

bobbi, maria and nat were in love, bobbi died, maria and nat fell out, very very angsty

drunk on this pain -

skimmorse angst, jemma returns from maveth and is convinced that she needs to get back because it is hell and she belongs there.  also very angsty.

we learn to live with the pain, broken mosaic hearts -

Daisy 5 times she hated the feeling of her heartbeat, and 1 time she was almost okay with it.

you taught the courage of the stars -

simmorse hurt/comfort

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should kiss like real people do -

skimmorse smut

would you be my home? -

foster home au

‘i keep seeing you’ -

daisy writes fitz letters in space

#angst #aos #agents of shield #skimmons #philindaisy #Philinda #dousy #sousy #simmorse #agents of fluff #CWs in the tags of the fics/ in the notes #skimmorse #blackhill #bobbinat #bobbi morse x natasha romanoff #Kara Palamas x Bobbi Morse #bobbimay

[kitweewoos]

50 Day Fic Prompt: Day 15

Was that supposed to hurt?

>1k

Skimmorse

Jemma finally left the lab after midnight when Hunter appeared to drag Fitz to bed, and had given her a look to do the same. She’d packed up their work, cleaned up the lab, and headed for the bunks. Except Daisy and Bobbi weren’t there when she got back. She changed out of her work clothes and into a comfier outfit, trading her slacks for sweatpants and her wired bra for an unpadded bralette underneath one of Bobbi’s hoodies (which was stolen from Hunter at some point, probably).

She found Bobbi and Daisy in the gym, sparring in the middle of the mat.

“What are you doing?” she asked, walking over and sitting on a bench nearby to watch. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“We were waiting for you to come to bed, but Daisy wasn’t tired, so we came here to burn off some energy.”

“Is it working?”

Daisy shook her head, hair bouncing in her ponytail.  

“Bobbi’s taking it easy on me, thinks that I’ll break if she hits me.”

“I do not,” Bobbi replied.

“Hit me, then.”

Jemma rolled her eyes, but watched her girlfriends square up on the mat. She remembered watching Daisy, then Skye, on the Bus learning how to fight with Ward, back when Jemma was in denial of her feelings and her bisexuality. It was another thing she’d put away in a little box, focusing on her studies and her work until later. It was harder to deny when she met Bobbi, and she had two instances of these feelings. Plus, Fitz making obvious eyes at Hunter helped her not feel alone in this.  

She loved watching them, beyond the way their bodies moved, and sweat glistened off their skin, and the way their bums looked amazing in yoga pants. Although, all of those were true. No, she loved watching them because they were playful with each other, grinning and laughing at dodged hits and successful blocks. They encouraged each other, praise and admiration easy. Jemma would never be their caliber of fighter, but she would watch them every day until she couldn’t anymore.  

“Was that supposed to hurt?” Bobbi teased after Daisy had managed to flip her onto her back, Daisy kneeling to one side of her.

“Oh, you’re going to be like that, are you?” Daisy asked, and then swung a leg over Bobbi’s hips, straddling her with an easy grin.

“Show off,” Bobbi said.  

“You know,” Jemma said, checking the clock over the door. It was nearing half past one, and they didn’t look like they were slowing down anytime soon, “I can think of a couple ways to tire you out.”

“Oh? Is it a boring documentary about fire ants?” Daisy asked.

“No,” Jemma said, reaching for her zip on the hoodie and pulling it down. She hadn’t worn a shirt underneath, just her lace bralette. “I had something a bit more aerobic in mind, but if you want to watch a documentary, I have a list.”

Daisy’s eyes followed her fingers, followed the reveal of her pale skin against the soft mint lace of her bra.  

“Oh. Oh! Yes, please,” she said, and she sprung off Bobbi. “Back to the room. Back to the room right now.”

Jemma turned, triumphant, and left the gym without them, but they weren’t far behind.  

#agents of shield #skimmorse #Daisy Johnson #jemma simmons #bobbi morse #50 day fic prompt #writing tag

[bobbiamorse]

sunkissed → rarepair madness story concept 4/16 (Skimmorse)

Bobbi Morse spends her summers away from college on a beach in the middle of nowhere, because her parents think internships are overrated and family time is more important. She’d be more inclined to agree if her parents actually spent time with her, but that’s neither here nor there. Bobbi spends all of her time on the beach, and begins to notice two girls hanging around who she’s never seen before. At a bonfire night she learns their names are Jemma and Daisy – and they both like girls. Summer romance blooms between the three, and all Bobbi can think through the sunkissed days and moonlit nights is that she never wants it to end.

#rarepair madness 2k19 #rpm story concept #skimmorse