bellicosejason

[whyioughta]

He’d ended up helping, of course, because even if he was mad at Michael, he couldn’t leave the town in danger. He had to help anyone he could. He’d had time now that it was over to visit the boys. They were a mess and his anger just bubbled back up. His next visit was to Daisy. He stood outside of her shop for a bit. The monsters had destroyed everything in their path and the boutique hadn’t been spared. He walked in through where the door should have been. He knew she was fine because he could sense her but was still worried. 

“Daisy?” He called out. They’d exchanged countless of letters but he’d missed her face. It had been years since he’d actually seen her and he knew that the sight of her would still make his heart race. 

( @thefamousmissduck​ )

[infinitestarsintheskye]

Skye’s Lockdown/Catch-up FitzSimmons Fic Rec List (part 1???)

Hi lovelies! So during the last little while I have been reading my way through the FitzSimmons Ao3 tag like it’s nobody's business, partly to keep my furloughed ass busy during lockdown and also cause there’s like a whole block of fic from around 2016-2018 that I just missed due to some not so fun mental health issues and other very not fun family matters that meant I was not up to my usual fic reading habits. So I decided to rectify that during lockdown by picking a rating and going to the last page and reading backwards. So essentially what this list is new favourites, or ones that I had somehow forgotten about that I’ve found during my reading sessions (I do have some absolute all time favourites and will happily make that list if anyone is interested!). I will try to tag everyone I can, but if I miss you please let me know and I will edit it immediately! Now, enough of my usual rambling, onto the FitzSimmons fics! 

Carry The Ocean Back to Me by @eclecticmuses - Rated M - FitzSimmons Titanic AU, oh my god I loved this fic to absolute pieces! It’s just so beautifully written and adorable and it just made me smile so much. 

open up the door and hurry out in the hall by quibbler - Rated T - Fitz has a new neighbour and no prizes for guessing who it is. After some a d o r a b l e flirting and misunderstandings they manage to traumatise their fellow neighbor Skye (this is how far back I went guys, that it’s Skye not Daisy haha) 

wise men say only fools rush in by quibbler - Rated T - FitzSimmons are best friends who have a one night stand after a few too many drinks and decide to just stay friends, until whoopsy there’s a baby coming. I love this kind of fic to absolute pieces, and this is one of the good un’s

 honey, your soul could never grow old by ohfiitz - Rated T - Childhood best friends AU which is basically my all time favourite kind of AU for FS. Fitz and Simmons get ‘married’ when they’re six years old and this fic follows them through the years until their actual wedding and it is just FLUFF

the language of love by fragileanimals - Rated T - FitzSimmons decide to elope in the middle of the night in a foreign country. ADORABLE

The Project by AmandaRex - Rated T - A friends to parents AU, Simmons proposes to Fitz that they have a baby together, in a purely platonic way of course and naturally feelings eventually get in the way of things. Such a cute fic and just so very FitzSimmons. 

Twin High Maintenance Machines by loonyBibliophile - Rated T - Another childhood best friends to lovers AU. Fitz and Simmons meet when they’re 8 years old at a playgroup they were forced to go to by their parents and they are instant best friends. Simmons’s parents are literal human garbage (warning for emotional child abuse in this fic) and she spends most of her time with Fitz and his mum. Much cuteness occurs. 

Bound by @agent-85 - Rated T - I’m living human garbage for a Soulmate AU I tell you. This one is all kinds of sweetness. Fitz has half of a chemical equation on his shoulder and goes through it all trying to find who has the other half on their mirroring shoulder. Such a CUTE fic and it has an ADORABLE reveal at the end that literally made me shriek it was so cute!

and longer, if i may by @jeemmasimmons - Rated T - An About Time AU. I’m already trash for that film so when I saw an AU for it I hopped RIGHT ON IT. Fitz can travel in time, it takes him a couple of goes to get meeting Simmons right, Daisy is his adopted sister. ADORABLE. 

The Null Hypothesis by @tenscupcake - Rated T - HA it’s another soulmate AU. If you have a soulmate you cannot experience touch on any part of your body until your soulmate touches it. Naturally FitzSimmons don’t do this the easy way. Super cute, and really truly beautifully written. I got so little done the day I read this fic cause I was just so absorbed in this world. 

The Prince Next Door by @sunalsolove - Rated T - Jemma moves into a new flat, not knowing her next door neighbour is the heir apparent to a small island off the coast of Scotland. It is as adorable as it sounds and oh my god I just loved this fic to pieces. 

Talk Alien to Me by @sunalsolove - Rated T - A season 6 spec fic in which FitzSimmons talk in Kree to each other without knowing that Deke knows a little bit of Kree and hears some things you really don’t want to hear coming from your grandparents. This just made me laugh so much. Poor Deke ilysm.

And that’s your lot! I’ve had such a fun time reading all these fics and more, I have been just properly kudos slamming on almost a daily basis these last few weeks. This will probably not be the last of these lists, as I haven’t gone through all the G rated fics yet, but that’s the BIGGEST section so it’s gonna take a hot second. I’ll see you back here in a few weeks for that list lol. 

[roseonhissleeve]

Bloom — Part III — Winter

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower

It’d been about a week since Harry had come around to the shop, and she was starting to miss him. She knew that he was spending a lot of time with his family, with it being Christmas and what-not, but she was about to close up the shop for three days to go visit her family and she was hoping to see him before the holidays.

The day before she left, her wish was granted.

“Honey, I’m home!” Harry called out into the store as he swung the door open, his voice booming in the air and announcing his presence. It took everything inside of her not to collapse into a fit of giggles, but she was busy doing a final inventory check before leaving. She had a pen tucked behind her ear and one tucked into her locks of hair that had been collected in a messy bun, not to mention the pen in her hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t have any honeys here,” she teased, looking up from the checklist she had been scanning over to flash him a smile before looking back down at the sheet of paper on the counter.

“Only my main honey,” he flashed her a  grin as he walked around to the side of the counter she was on and glanced at the sheet of paper she was looking at before hopping up atop of the counter next to her. “Getting ready to go home?”

“Yep. I’m having brunch with my mum tomorrow, and then dinner tomorrow night with my dad and his new girlfriend,” she groaned, jabbing her pen into the paper particularly not-so-gently as she scribbled a check inside one of the boxes. He suddenly reached over and grabbed the pen that was behind her ear and hidden in her hair, stealing the one from her hands to top it off.

“H, what are you doing, I don’t have time for this,” she began to complain, but he had already hopped off of the counter and shoved the pens in his pockets.

“Yeh’re overthinking everything and stressing yourself out more than yeh need to, like usual.”

“Am not,” she growled, scanning over the information on the page stubbornly.

“Yeh are,” he rebutted, walking over to where she kept her stereo filled with the old CDs that she’d brought from home. One in particular called out to him, and he grabbed onto it and inserted it into the device. “An’ we’re gonna fix it.”

“Harry what’re you—” she was interrupted by the sounds of familiar music filling the air; Elton John and Kiki Dee’s Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart started filling the air. It was one of her favorite songs and he knew it—she was still holding back a smile, but then Harry decided to take it to a completely different level.

Don’t go breaking my heart, I couldn’t if I tried!

He began to dance towards her and wiggle his hips while shimmying his shoulders, definitely not in the most attractive way, but it made her giggle.

“C’mon, honey, can’t do this song without yeh,” he grinned, and when she sighed and walked out from behind the counter he knew that he had her.

Ooh-oooh, nobody knows it!

She joined in the singing, her nose scrunching up before she exhaled a belly laugh. He grabbed ahold of her hands and spun her around slowly before swaying her side to side, one of his hands relocating to rest on her hip. The store was filled with both their voices and their occasional laughter as they swayed, bopped and bounced around to the upbeat tune. Eventually the song ended, but before she had the chance to say anything he pulled something out of his back pocket and set it in her hand.

“Merry Christmas,” he announced, shoulders rising and falling as he caught his breath from the performance they’d just given. Sorry Seems to Be the Hardest Word filled the air as her features softened with surprise at his gesture, lips curling up to reveal a smile that easily took his breath away, not for the first time.

“Harry…you didn’t have to,” she murmured, lowering her gaze to the black, velvet box that had been set in her hand.

“I know, I wanted to,” he explained, tucking his hands into his pockets. “Open it up.”

She followed his instructions and pinched the top of the box so that she could lift the lid, and when she saw what was inside it took everything inside of her to hold back the tears that were threatening to spring in her eyes.

Inside the box was a gold necklace—the pendant was a small, golden daisy.

“S’like the flowers I bought from yeh the first time I came in here. Remember?” he said, rocking back and forth on his feet nervously.

“I remember,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She continued to stare at the gift that he’d gotten for him, absolutely speechless.

“Do yeh like it?” he asked, his nerves building up at her lack of a response.

She gripped onto the box in one hand and took a step towards Harry, taking a breath before wrapping her arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly. Her chin rested on his shoulder gently as she closed her eyes. He reciprocated the embrace, slipping his arms around her waist and pulling her snug against his chest, tenderly resting his head against hers as he traced circles against the small of her back with the pads of his thumbs.

“I love it,” she exhaled.

They were both thinking one thing in that moment.

But neither of them said a word.

*

It was three days into the new year when Harry came back to see her.

He walked into the store without saying anything, but she saw him as soon as he did. She immediately grinned and walked over to him from where she stood behind the counter, and threw her arms around him in a tight hug.

“Hi, you.”

“Hullo. Need to buy some flowers,” he murmured, his grasp on her just a little bit tighter than usual.

“Oh, going on a date so soon into the year?” She teased, pressing a quick peck to his cheek before pulling away from their hug. He didn’t let go, however—he just kept holding onto her as if his life depended on it, and if anything his embrace tightened around her. She wasn’t complaining, but something was off.

“H…what’s wrong?” She asked hesitantly, giving him a gentle squeeze just because he seemed like he needed it.

“One o’ my mum’s friends passed last night,” he croaked out softly, burrowing his face into her shoulder as he exhaled shakily. “Need the bouquet to bring to the funeral tomorrow. I told mum I’d take care of it.”

Her heart dropped.

She didn’t know what to say.  She hugged him tighter to her as she raked her fingers through his hair softly, thumbs playing with the soft curls at the back of his neck. He shivered slightly in her embrace and she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek in response, closing her eyes as she stood there with him in her arms.

She would have given anything in that moment to ease the pain that he was feeling. She could see it on his shoulders—he was holding everything together for his mother, she knew that. He loved her dearly and he would try to be her rock during this time…but he wasn’t taking lightly to it by any means. She wanted to take all of the pain that he had to carry and bear it on her own shoulders so he would have none.

That was the moment she realized that she was in love with him.

They stood there for a long time. He held to her and she let him, thankful that there wasn’t anybody in the store and that no one seemed to have plans to interrupt. Eventually he released her, and she took his hand and walked him over behind the counter and sat him down in her chair. He sat still and didn’t say much. She pulled out a blanket from one of the closets in the back room—she kept it there for chilly winter nights when she was staying late. She wrapped the fuzzy blue blanket around him and he murmured a soft “thank you.”

She walked around to stand in front of him and cupped his face in her small palms, bringing his gaze up to hers. She read his features—his tired eyes, the tension around his lips and nose, the way that he seemed to clench his jaw—he looked exhausted.

He looked at her, and she knew that he needed to just sit and stay there for a little while.

It was the only place he felt safe at that moment.

Throughout the rest of the day a couple of customers came in and out, and were mostly undisturbed by Harry’s unpredicted presence. A couple of them said hello to him, and one of them even offered his condolences—Harry replied to each one with patience and grace, and she gave him a gentle squeeze on the shoulder every time.

“Wha’s this?” He asked her later that afternoon. She looked over and saw him holding a guitar, one that she’d had tucked away in the back room where she’d stored the blanket.

“I’ve been trying to learn,” she explained, walking over to lean against the counter with a little smile. “You can play it if you want.”

He said nothing, but when he sat back down he put the strap over his shoulder and settled the light brown guitar in his lap. Within minutes he was strumming and plucking soft chords in the background as she went about doing her work, and that’s how they spent the rest of the afternoon—Harry played music while she got her work done, and when she finally finished everything she had to do, he taught her a bit of guitar.

“You got the strum pattern, s’only the chords that are givin’ yeh trouble,” he explained, reaching to take her hand and guide it towards the base of the guitar where she was to strum the chords. “Okay, I’ll do the chords and you play the strums, yeah? Whenever yeh’re ready.”

She bit her lower lip in concentration as she looked down at the guitar, brows furrowed. She began to strum the strings, and without the added work of the chords she had to admit that it was a lot easier to do. Harry filled in the rest, his fingers playing the actual notes at the other end of the guitar.

“We’re doing it!” She announced, grinning as she bounced on her heels.

He smiled for the first time that entire day when he saw her face light up as they played the song together.

Wise men say, only fools rush in…but I can’t help falling in love with you.

“Beautiful,” he announced once they’d finished that first chorus, glancing up at her with a smile on his face. She grinned, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head and murmuring a quiet thank you.

Harry sighed quietly as he glanced over at the clock that was on the far wall. She took a step back while he set down the guitar and propped it against the counter, hopping off of the stool.

“S’about time I get back home,” he said reluctantly. He wanted to support Anne and the rest of the family, but it was also hard to walk away from someone that made him feel so safe at a time where he really needed it.

“Wait, you need your flowers,” she remembered before walking over to a particular shelf and grabbing a bundle. She walked back and handed them to him, offering him a small smile. “Hydrangeas. On the house.”

“Thanks,” he smiled weakly, grabbing the pot of flowers and lifting them to his nose. “Why Hydrangeas?”

“Because no matter how cold the Winter gets,” she replied, “they always bloom in the Spring.”

Part Four: Spring  

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