skyeeee

faleronofkingsreach  asked:

Fitzskye

send me a ship and i’ll tell you which one:

  • immediately begins to shimmy when maroon 5 comes on: skye. she always makes fitz dance with her and he pretends to hate it but he actually loves it shhh dont tell
  • wakes the other up at 3am demanding pancakes: i feel like this could be either of them tbh
  • sends the other unsolicited nudes: skyeeee. all. the. time.
  • brags about knowing karate even though they never made it past yellow belt: skye again. absolutely skye.
  • comes to a complete halt outside bakeries/candy shops: leopold fitz. skye has to literally drag him away
  • blows sarcastic kisses after doing ridiculous shit: fitz will as long as no one is watching.
  • killed the guy (also, which hid the body): skye kills the guy, fitz hides the body
  • wears the least clothing around the house: “skye pls put your pants on. my mom is going to be here any minute”
  • has icky sentimental moments for no apparent reason: fitzzzzz

hey look here’s one of those ‘see what the first thing that comes up is when you type this in your tags" posts but for agents of shield  has anyone done this yet??

  • coulson
  • may
  • ward
  • fitz
  • simmons
  • skye
  • trip
  • lola
  • hydra
  • buddy
  • shield
  • garrett
Preparations (6/?)

Skimmons Neighbours AU. (part V here). It redirects from there to previous chapters. Holiday fic, yay. There’ll be a Christmas sequel to this one ;)

When Skye rings the doorbell the last thing she expected was Sarah to open the door dressed like a Christmas elf, but as it turns out that is exactly what happens.

“Skyeeee!” Sarah shouts and bounces up and down when she laughs.

“Hey little one. Already in Christmas spirits, I see?”

“Yes, mummy is decorating.”

“Sarah, honey, are you going to let her in or does Skye have to stand on the steps all day?” Jemma calls out from the living room and a typical Simmons blush spreads over her cheeks.

“Oh yes. Come in please, Skye.”

She stretches her little arms out to Skye, who picks her up and settles her on her hip before shutting the door behind them.

“So Christmas, huh. Do you like it?”

“Yes, more than thanksgiving or my birthday.”

“It’s because you’re British, love,” Jemma says when they enter the living room where Skye sets the little girl down.

“Oh my god, Jemma, seriously?” Skye’s mouth practically falls open upon seeing the living room, before closing it and walking over to Jemma to press a kiss to her cheek. “Hi.”

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