skimmons university au (bonus for a side tripp/fitz?)? pls thank you! :)
anon says: Skimmons prompt!! College AU: despite having the same age, Simmons is Daisy/Skye’s RA because she is a genius who entered college earlier, and Skye loves making her life hell but she does it bc of a crush (I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense- I just discovered RAs are a thing in the US and I’ve been dying to see a fic on this!)
for those who don’t know, an RA is a resident assistant, usually someone of college age who lives in the dorms and helps guide the residents
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” Jemma says, dropping her bag on the floor as she takes a seat on Daisy’s desk chair, Daisy facing her from the bed. “I was in the lab and my experiment … ran a bit long.”
Daisy raises a finger to hesitantly point. “Are your sleeves charred?”
Jemma’s nose crinkles. “Just a bit. Little accident.”
“But you’re okay?”
“Right as rain,” Jemma confirms. “Bobbi passed along why you called this meeting, but I admit I haven’t gotten a chance to look yet. Let’s see here …” She rifles through her bag, then pulls out a piece of paper. “Okay, so you called this meeting because-“ She stops, eyes darting back and forth between Daisy and the paper.
Daisy just smiles.
Jemma sighs. “Because you’re having roommate troubles.”
“Daisy, you live in a single.”
Daisy leans forward, nodding. “And I’m having a lot of trouble with that. I think it’d do me good to have a roommate.” She blinks innocently. “Hey … your room wouldn’t happen to be open, would it?”
Jemma carefully folds the paper, puts it back in her backpack, and leaves the room.
“You- You actually called a meeting just to ask that?” Fitz asks, huffing a laugh. He’s leaned back in Trip’s lap as they both play X-box in Fitz’s room, Trip holding his own controller from where his arms are wrapped around Fitz’s middle. The position isn’t very conducive to playing video games, especially a shooter, as they both tend to move around when they’re focused on the combat, but they are, as Daisy says, “annoyingly touchy” and tend to be as close as they can get as long as they can help it.
“I had to try something,” Daisy laments, laying back on the bed, textbook open and forgotten on her stomach. “I hadn’t seen her in like three days ‘cause she keeps such weird hours. How else was I supposed to see her?”