fitzy boy

reymanova  asked:

if you're feelin it, i would love to see a fic where bi!fitz and bi!daisy find out about each other's sexualities :)

AN ~ I’m always feeling Fitz & Daisy *insert bruce banner face here*. This is set during 1x20/1x21-ish, post-Ward reveal & Daisy rescue, at that motel. Thanks for the prompt, I hope you like it!

Rated light T, for some swearing, & (anti)-Ward mentions.

Read on AO3 (~700wd)

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Today was the longest day ever, Skye decided.

The sun was taking its time to set and she was taking her time to ignore the rest of the team before dinner – and even that, she was tossing up on. She sat by the pool, kicking her feet lazily in the water and watching the light refractions sway and bend. She hadn’t expected a California motel to be this dead, at this time of year, but she was glad for it as she drifted in the silence and her own thoughts.

After a while, she was interrupted by a crunching sound - of ice or glass or gravel – and the appearance of a bottle of beer in the corner of her vision. She turned toward it hesitantly, and found that it was attached to a hand, and the hand was attached to Fitz. Pressing her lips together, Skye offered him what smile she could manage.

“Come to crash my pity party?” she wondered.

“If you’ll have me,” Fitz offered. Skye nodded at the patch of pavement beside her, and Fitz sat, and began unlacing his shoes. Skye almost felt like laughing; just as she almost felt like wrapping her arms around him - for her own comfort or for his, she wasn’t really sure. She settled for cracking the bottle open instead, and returned her attention to the gently swirling water before her. Fitz sat beside her in silence for a while, until he gently asked:

“How’re you doing?”

Skye sighed, long and deep and bitter, and scratched at the label on her bottle with a thumbnail.

“I just feel so… fucking stupid,” she muttered. “I should have seen it. I don’t know how. I should’ve…”

She shook her head, and Fitz hummed in sympathy.

“He’s a master spy, though,” he reminded her. “He’d have to be, or- or they wouldn’t have sent him. You’ve only just started learning all this stuff. We’ve been in it for years and didn’t bat an eyelid. Even May, and if May didn’t catch it, none of us had a snowflake’s chance. Don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“I guess.” Skye snorted, laughing ruefully before taking a swig of her beer. “Still, I could have at least picked someone fucking normal to – to -“

“Fall in love with?” Fitz suggested.

“If only.” Smiling a little pitifully, she sighed again, and this time felt some weight actually leave her shoulders. “I always fall for fucking useless guys. I just never thought I’d go for that- Hydra- Nazi- monster. I feel like washing my whole soul out with soap. Ugh. I just wish I could go back in time and pick someone else. Jemma, d’you think?”

Fitz spluttered, choking on his beer, and Skye laughed a little; this time for real.

“Shit, sorry!” She slapped him on the back as he recovered. “Guess that hadn’t come up, huh?”

“Nah- no – it’s just –“ Fitz’s voice rasped, and he struggled to get it back under control. “It’s just – your boyfriend, I sort of assumed –“

Skye shook her head. “I’m bi. It’s a common mistake though, cause I do tend to go for guys.”

“Me too.”

Skye started before she could stop herself, and Fitz blushed.

“I mean – I don’t go for guys, not really,” he explained. “I don’t go for anyone that much, to be honest. But I meant, I’m bi. I liked you. I liked…”

“Ward?” Skye met Fitz’s eyes with sympathy. “Fuck hot people, am I right? Man, if I ever figure out that soul soap, I’ll let you know.”

“Thanks.” Fitz was still blushing, though, as he shook his head. “Honestly, I’m just glad he didn’t pick me. I don’t think I could’ve done what you did. That was bloody brilliant. Smart as hell, but I couldn’t have thought that fast. Or acted that well.”

“Well, thanks, but shitting your pants really does a lot to get the old neurons firing. I think you’d surprise yourself, Fitzy-boy.”

“I think I’d rather not get the chance to, if we’re being honest,” Fitz confessed. Skye grinned, and tapped the neck of his bottle with hers.

“I’ll drink to that,” she declared. “No more adventures for a while, huh?”

“If I ever have an adventure again, it’ll be too soon.”

“Here here.”

anonymous asked:

Shin Soukoku Pirate Au! **

Alright so, I got a list of headcanons for you fam.

  • Atsushi is a poor boy, who steals from the tyrannical Lord Fitzy, who puts a bounty on his head.   He stows aboard a ship, the Agency, and is still on it when it sets sail.
  • Dazai and Kunikida realize he’s a fugitive when they find him, only they’re PIRATES so too bad so sad Fitzy, the boy is ours now.  (They actually prefer the term freelance merchants, but shhhh)
  • Kunikida is the first mate and mother to everyone onboard.  He’s also in charge of finances and the actual uh….’merchantry.’
  • Dazai pulls off the most heists; his skills are scary good and kind of cutthroat at times.
  • Ranpo is great at sailing, a bloody prodigy, but could get lost going to the bathroom.
  • Yosano is the ship doctor/quartermaster.
  • Tanizaki is the lookout, because I always forget about him poor thing, and he deserves love.
  • The Mafia is actually a fleet of ships that runs a mercenary company.  They keep control of the ports through violence and fear.  Akutagawa is in charge of one of their ships and he has a nasty reputation and the skills to back it.
  • Low and behold, he gets into a naval battle and Atsushi is taken prisoner.
  • Akutagawa realizes just who he’s holding captive and immediately sets sail for Yokohama to turn him in to Fitzy.
  • But like?  Atsushi is so sad?  And so sweet?  What are emotions, Akutagawa doesn’t like them, make them stop.  He starts having doubts about turning Atsushi in.
  • The two of them talk, late into the evenings, about anything and everything and they realized they have more in common than they thought.
  • But hold up, Atsushi’s crew isn’t gonna let him go like that, they attack Akutagawa’s ship and things get real.
  • Dazai wounds Akutagawa pretty badly, and Atsushi is freed; before he goes though, he turns to look back at Akutagawa
  • Smooches, because I am weak for fluff
  • Atsushi returns to the Agency, but him and Akutagawa still meet up in secret whenever their ships are both docked.

Sorry if this wasn’t long enough or exactly what you were expecting!

Maybe one day when I don’t have 18 unfinished fics in the works, I’ll sit down and actually write all this.  Also, thanks to @haloud for talking about this with me and giving input.