“I need a shower,” Daisy groans out, rubbing her hands down
her face. She flops back on the seedy motel bed, eyes pointed toward the white,
popcorn ceiling in a withering stare. “Why do I even need a shower? We’re in
the fucking Matrix, none of this is real. Yet still, I smell. It’s completely
Jemma sits at the foot of the bed, inspecting the map they’ve
drawn on the wall (it’s not like it’ll matter, once they shut the framework
down. What’s a little destruction of private property in the grade scheme of
things?). Each of the team’s locations are marked with pushpins, along with
lists of all the information they’ve managed to gather on them. It’s not enough,
Jemma knows. They need more.
“You do smell a little.”
Jemma turns back to her, blinking innocently. “What? I said ‘a
“Whatever.” Daisy pushes off the bed, walks backwards toward
the bathroom. She raises an eyebrow at Fitz, who’s sitting on the other bed. “You
two gonna be okay without adult supervision for a little while?”
Jemma freezes. She and Fitz, this Fitz—Leo, he’s called
here, though she refuses to call him that, even in her head—haven’t been alone
together since they finally managed to convince him to come along. She knows
what Daisy’s implying, and Jemma wishes she wouldn’t. She’s more than a little
uncomfortable with the idea. This isn’t Fitz. Her Fitz. That’s what she tells
herself is the problem, anyway.
“Yeah- uh- yeah, we’ll be fine,” Fitz says when she doesn’t
speak, when it’s gotten just a little uncomfortable.
Daisy eyes them both, then holds up her hands, retreating to
Jemma doesn’t turn around to look at him. She knows what she’ll
see. He’ll be sitting there, looking so much like Fitz but so not, so, so out
of place in his posh suit and scarf. Looking like a person who would never set
foot in a motel of all places, which he’d voiced when they’d arrived. He’s
close, but he’s not Fitz. So she doesn’t look.
Plus, he might be looking back at her. She doesn’t know
exactly why, but that’s the last thing she wants.
So she just focuses on the work in front of her. Not that
she’ll figure out anything new just by staring at the same slips of paper they
have been for the last two days, but still. The effort matters.
He waits until the water is running in the shower before he
speaks. His presence alone is stifling, but his voice is something even more
“Why do you want me back?” he asks, and of all things it’s
not what she expected. It confuses her enough that she looks back at him. He’s
watching her carefully, thoughtfully, not really looking at her eyes but lower
on her face, and it’s so Fitz-like that she wants to cry.
“I- He- obviously
wasn’t very good to you. Why do you even want him back?”
Her eyebrows draw together, mouth popping open in confusion.
“Where are you getting that? Fitz is never anything but good to me.”
pls sign here to be apart of the massive lady couple. all women are welcome. all of them. we will be one giant polyship orgy couple ( what do you call a bunch of ladies who are together and more than three ) who love and support each other but also we will rule the world.
Hey everyone I got permission from the cookie monster… Well you guys know her as Carol or CJ… The point is I get to take over her blog for today… Actually I’m supposed to do it tomorrow but I’m doing it today yay! Oh yeah I’m Daniel btw she told me that she’s mentioned me oh and I talked to… Wait would Carol mind if I tag ppl? Oh well I was talking to @kawaiijohn last time HI!!! Anyways I live in New York but I came to visit my family in LA so I’m surprising Carol with a visit! I’m almost to her room let’s surprise her :3c
when there are new cast i can just picture all the little friend groups salting about the other contestants… :’) heather and courtney talking mad shit while sharing a bottle of wine, the drama brothers and sierra, beth tyler and lindsay, team escope,, all of them just chilling in their little pods of friendship
“Come on, Gastón, you have to compete.” Ámbar presses his friend and Matteo rolls his eyes, they’ve been trying to convince him to participate on the upcoming competition for weeks now but he refuses. “It doesn’t have to be with Delfi, you can do it with Jazmín.”
“Because that’s gonna be less awkward.” Gastón mutters sarcastically. “Since you know Jazmín won’t pass passive aggressive messages from my ex.”