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Third instalment of my Philindaisy fic. Not completed, but going to be within the next month and a half.
Made a sequel to my Philindaisy fic
It's much shorter, but here it is linked on Wattpad and Ao3 :)
I wrote a Philinda fic, it’s linked here on Wattpad and Ao3 :)
Enjoy!
AGRH I LOVE THEM SM OH MY FUCKING GODDDDD
okay so here's a prompt. Use whichever ship you think it will work for. "We are both terrible with horror movies and during a jump scare we accidentally smack each other in the face. “Oh shit your nose is bleeding!”
Bobbi’s hand closed around Fitz’s wrist for the third time, swallowing a gasp as her heart pounded faster. She would have been more embarrassed about the whole thing except she felt him tensing and heard his gasps each time the television belted out the sounds of another jump scare.
“Christ,” she heard Fitz say under his breath. In any other circumstances, she might have laughed.
Except this movie was scary as shit and while she’d been putting on a brave face for the sake of her reputation, Bobbi was capital-s Struggling to hold it together. The only thing anchoring her to the couch was Fitz’s warm thigh pressed to hers and his ankle tangled with hers under the throw blanket they’d draped over their laps.
The girl on screen managed to dodge the killer and run up a flight of stairs to her would-be escape, but lo and behold there was an accomplice waiting for her behind a door. It didn’t matter that she saw it coming, the loud music combined with the girl’s scream made Bobbi jump and her arms came up to clutch at her chest.
Fitz jumped at the same time and they collided with an audible smack. Pain registered in Bobbi’s brain about a half a second before she felt it in her hand. She was confused until she heard Fitz make a noise and bring his hands up to cover his face.
“Oh, shit!” she gasped. “Fuck, I’m so sorry!”
“No worries!” Fitz managed out with his fingers pinched around the bridge of his nose. “Really, it’s fine. But maybe we should, er, turn the movie off?”
Bobbi snatched the remote and paused the film. She turned back to Fitz, mouth already forming another apology, but swore when she saw the drops of red on his shirt. “Oh, hell, Fitz! I made you bleed!”
Fitz groaned and leaned forward, spreading his legs with his elbows on his knees. Bobbi reached over for a box of tissues on the coffee table, swearing repeatedly as she offered him a few. “Aren’t you supposed to tilt your head back, not forward?”
“Common misconception,” Fitz said, his voice all nasally. “You actually want to lean forward to let the blood drain out. I’ll be alright, just gimme a minute.”
Bobbi groaned and rubbed her hands over her face. This was not the movie night she’d been envisioning. She’d invited Fitz over to get him out of the lab, to have a few beers and to maybe finally plant one on him like she’d been dying to do for weeks. Instead, she’d fucked it up by letting him pick a damn scary movie and now she’d made him bleed.
Good going, Barbara.
Fitz seemed to sense her despair because he lifted his head, bloody tissue still pressed to his nose. She knew he was smiling, not because she could see his mouth behind the tissue, but because she could see the way his eyes crinkled at the corners.
“Sorry,” he said. “I’m just not the greatest with horror films.”
Bobbi’s eyebrows furrowed together. “But you’re the one who picked the movie.”
Fitz turned pink from his ears down to his neck. God, he was adorable. “Well, yes. I thought, um, I thought maybe…”
The stumbling only made him more adorable. “Thought what, Fitz?”
“I thought that, uh, well…” Fitz dabbed at his nose with the tissue and crumpled it up in his fist when he was satisfied that he wasn’t bleeding anymore. “Mack mentioned that you get scared with horror movies. I just thought if we were going to watch one together, maybe you’d get jumpy enough to need some, uh, comfort.”
Oh. Oh. Oh, Jesus Christ, he really was the cutest thing she’d ever seen.
“You picked a horror movie because you knew I’d get scared and you wanted to hold me when I did?” Bobbi’s smile was so wide that her eyes squinted with the force of it.
Fitz only seemed to turn more red. “It’s stupid. It’s dumb, I’m sor-”
Bobbi surged forward and grabbed him by the back of the neck to pull him in for a kiss. The angle was all wrong and she was pretty sure he got some blood on her, but the dazed smile on his face when they broke apart made it worth it.
“Not that stupid,” Bobbi said. “But next time, let’s just pick a comedy and call it good.”
“Yeah, yeah. Next time.” Fitz agreed eagerly, his fingers already weaving into her hair to pull her mouth to his again.
daisy: i give up. im so tired.
jemma: quick, get the emergency supply!
mack: *carries yoyo and places her in front of daisy*
yoyo: *smiles*
daisy: AND IM BACK BABY LET'S GOOOOOOO
daisy: being gay isn't a choice!
*yoyo walks by*
daisy: ... but if it were, i'd hit that button hard
bobbi: if you’re going to give grapes to a baby make sure to cut them in half
hunter: [gasps]
bobbi: the grapes, not the baby hunter
*meanwhile in aos s1*
daisy/skye: soooo when do i get my own gun?
may: i wouldn’t trust you with a nerf.
coulson: so explain to me how you two got into a car accident
yoyo: well, we were driving and there was a deer on the road and daisy didn’t notice it, so i said “margarida, deer!”
may: and???
yoyo: tell them what you said daisy
daisy: “yes, dear?”
daisy: quick poll, ps4 or xbox one?
daisy: mack?
mack: xbox one
daisy: may?
may: huh?
daisy: fitz?
fitz: ps4
daisy: yoyo?
yoyo: both are great
daisy: jemma?
jemma: i like the Wii
*awkward silence*
daisy: thanks grandma
im not crying you are
I let my guard down And then you pulled the rug I was getting kind of used to being Someone you loved
(gif request by anon)
yoyo: you hate everyone.
daisy: i know. it's the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning.
bobbi: sorry, i'm not very good with emotion.
jemma: which emotion?
bobbi:
bobbi: ..all of them
Dousy text posts pt. 7
A lot of times I find myself upset that Agents of Shield diverged from canon and didn't stay as a partner to the movies, but then I remember The Blip. I know damn well the writers would have made it so that Daisy (and maybe LMD Coulson) were the only ones that survived The Blip. No more Sousa, no more anyone for 5 whole years. And Daisy would wake up every day and blame herself for how things went down, thinking that it was her fault. The poor girl suffered enough - I genuinely think that she would have killed herself if she survived the initial Blip.
This was a sketch I did when rewatching Captain America: Winter Soldier and was thinking about how all the SHIELD Agents must’ve felt when their fellow agents turned on them.
I NEED SOME INTERNET FRIENDS
I'm bored and need friends sooooooooo
Here I am, telling her something that could destroy her faith in humanity, and somehow she manages to repair a little piece of mine
Phil Coulson about Skye, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
OMG Is Laura Barton the Mockingbird????
If Marvel confirms Laura's full name as Bobbi Laura Morse, aka the Mockingbird then I'm gonna forgive them for putting Clint in that stupid farm
The Rolex probably belongs to Laura when she was an agent. That's why Clint is so eager to retrieve it to protect her
Also, I heard Kevin Feige said that Agents of Shield is not MCU canon so they could've recasted her
Mack’s doneness in Agents of Shield is the type of apathy I aspire to feel. He just does not care anymore. He’s so done. He just wants to be a father and a mechanic but this found family found him and dragged him along on their adventures. He does not want to be there but his little brother (Fitz) and his little sisters (Daisy and Jemma) need him so fine, he’ll stay. He is the people who say ‘why are characters in horror movies so dumb? Don’t go into the dark scary house alone!’ But then he goes in anyway because his dumb family is and he needs to protect them. I will never get over him in the framework, he was so happy! But ya, he’s very funny with his doneness, especially seasons four and five because robots and aliens. But he’s ok, as long as he has his shotgun-axe.
it's been nearly five years, and i'm still upset we never got a dousy hug.
looking for/hiding the geese:
the goosies in question:
(images aren’t mine, credits to owners)
Rewatching the pilot for comfort reasons, and the way Coulson approaches May in the office about wanting her on his team... Tells her it's not a combat op gig, how they'd be the ones picking the ops, making the calls... No red tape... And he quips with his stupid smirk, amused, "This is where they actually make the red tape, isn't it? I always wondered."
She smiles. She misses it. Misses the action. Misses him. She confined herself to a desk bc she couldn't trust herself in the field after Bahrain. She can't get hurt again at a desk (besides a nasty paper cut 💀)... But that doesn't mean she doesn't miss her old life in the field. She just prioritized keeping her emotions securely under lock and key over what she wanted bc it's what she thinks she deserves after what happened. She can't afford to hurt anyone else. It's safer this way for everybody.
Thank goodness one (1) Phillip J. Coulson convinced her to leave the desk and red tape creation behind to "just drive the Bus." 🥹🫶🏻
Agents of B.A.R.B.I.E. -> Phil Coulson
This Barbie is losing it!