Tim Minchin's "Not Perfect"

Okay, so this is just going to be a little video that I found from a GIFset on Tumblr. This is Tim Minchin's "Not Perfect" and it is absolutly beautiful. He's always been one of my favorite comedians even though I can't really post a lot of his stuff because he's pretty offensive even though he's awesome but this song is actually really sweet and shows just how talented he his, enjoy! :)

Happy Birthday Dad!

Yay! My dad's birthday was yesterday and I feel bad that I couldn't get him anything so I just wanted to make sure he knows that I was thinking about him on his birthday even though I was at school. Now, he said specifically not to acknowledge the day but I'm going to do it anyway. (I never listened to you before so why would I now :P) I know it's a day late but a person's birthday I think is generally contained within the span of an entire week so I'm still in the green.

The reason that I want to wish my dad a happy birthday (Well several reasons) is because I genuinely love my dad and I'm not saying that just because he's my dad. If he were a horrible person I would probably stab him and then disown him, not even kidding, I have no tolerance for crappy parents. But lucky for him, he's not, he is a wonderful person and parent and I would just like to take a few words to appreciate that because there aren't many like him anymore. I know that I can be a difficult child but he still deals with all of my crap so instead of making a lot of paragraphs over the reasons why he is the best dad in the world I'm just going to make a list of all the reasons.

So here are 43 reasons (His age) why my dad is the greatest dad in the world!

1. I have the funniest dad in the world
2. He's very intelligent
3. He shuts up when I tell him to stop cussing 
4. He's open minded 
5. He gets over being angry very fast 
6. He makes the best scrambled eggs 
7. Also, very very good steak 
8. He watches lots of shows and tells me about them 
9. He's very good at chess
10. His Scooby Stories 
11. He recommends lots of comedians 
12. His back rubs 
13. He lets me steal his shirts 
14. He has a great laugh 
15. He's from California and not here 
16. He has the best taste in movies 
17. He worries 
18. He is great at listening to me rant about fictional gay ships 
19. He tries to understand those fictional gay ships 
20. He likes Scarlett Johannson as well
21. Our Kitchen conversations 
22. Snowfights!
23. He lets me make fun of him 
24. ...And beat up on him 
25. He has lots of advice on comedic timing 
26. Our arguments over Jessica Biel are hilarious!
27. He has always told me I was beautiful 
28. He understands almost all pop culture references 
29. He used to let me see movies that I was too young to see
30. He helped me to understand how important Quentin Tarantino is 
31. He'll swim with me 
32. He works very hard 
33. High fives!
34. He makes the best french toast 
35. He taught me everything I know about driving 
36. He doesn't get offended easily 
37. He is very forgiving 
38. Doesn't lie or is terrible at lying
39. Always puts up with my teenage irritability 
40. Mixed drinks!
41. He does a GREAT impression of Donald Duck 
42. He has always been there for me 
43. He is just such a gentle and caring guy to my mom and I  

So there you have it! Obviously I have the greatest dad in the whole wide world and I love him more than he could ever know because 43 is a lot of reasons to love somebody. 

Anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!! I love you and Miss you!!

This is me singing you a Happy Birthday...

Not as Bad as I Thought

Mmkay, I actually wasn't going to post this because I really didn't think that it was very good but I ended up getting 30 notes in one night and two new followers the next day so I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. This is my second prompt from one of my favorite followers. Enjoy.

This shouldn’t be this hard! May thought angrily as she leaned back frustrated in the camera room watching the left screen where the rest of the team were crowding around the table, grabbing the obviously planted candy from it’s red box. The guys weren’t supposed to be back this soon and once again ruined her little plan to get the girls to finally admit that they were in love with each other. It was going really good too and May smirked as they both went to the chocolates on the table, they were talking and smiling like usual but as they nibbled on the sweets they moved closer together. They were shoulder and shoulder with shy smiles and May thought that all her work was finally coming together when the women looked up and back apart as Fitz walked through them to the table, closely followed by Ward and Coulson. Skye and Jemma continued to smile at each other from across the gap that the men had put in between them and May fumed, this had been the closest that she had come to getting them together. 

Normally matchmaking wasn’t May’s style or even something that she concerned herself over but at this point in her life something she WAS concerned with was the happiness of her younger teammates. Something inside of her warmed when she saw Skye protecting Jemma or when Jemma worried over Skye’s health and she knew that they were exactly what they both needed. So she started trying to speed the process along and it became more like a hobby that she did whenever they weren’t busy but she would have never guessed that it would be this hard. They were already close friends, they already spent a lot of time together and it was obvious how they glowed in each other’s presence; Why didn’t they just kiss already! Granted, May did love a challenge, even if it was annoying as hell but it seemed like every time May would give them a little push something or someone would ruin her whole plan. It didn’t even bother her that much at first but after so many unsuccessful attempts she was getting seriously impatient for them to get together. She had worked to hard for them to just be friends.

May’s first attempt at playing matchmaker to Skye and Jemma was a classic and she hadn’t really put much thought into it since she really didn’t think that it would take that much before they would be making out. She had been sitting in the lab with the women as they chatted pleasantly when Jemma went into the storage closet to get something for the project that she was working on. May saw Skye steal a glance at the scientist’s ass as she walked away and then she remembered how she had wanted to get them together. It wasn’t long before the opportunity presented itself and Jemma called from inside the little room for some help and Skye immediately hopped up joined her in the perfectly sized room. Without thinking or hesitation May got up from her seat walked to the control panel, punched a few buttons and then walked away before anyone even noticed her. The door slid shut and locked automatically due to Melinda’s commands, trapping the women inside quite efficiently. May quietly left and stood like a statue just outside the door and listened as they thumped loudly from the other side and called half heartedly for someone to open the door for them. She would have felt a little guilty if they hadn’t stopped after a while and the room went quiet. She smiled privately at how incredibly easy this agenda was until she heard another door open and the sound of Fitz’s Scottish accent calling for Simmons. May whipped around to see the engineer looking around hopelessly for his partner, of course when they heard Fitz in the room, the thumping began again and Leo ran to the closet. The agent and the scientist practically spilled out, laughing with red faces. Fitz stood back and looked at them with a confused eyebrow raised, Jemma giggled.

“The door malfunctioned while we were in there,”

“Wasn’t Agent May in here?”

Skye jumped in on the conversation

“Yeah, but I think she left after I went in there to help Jem, she’s probably up front driving.”

May stood on the other side of the door with an annoyed scowl on her face. 

The second time, May just put them on a mission together despite Ward’s complaints, she just crossed her arms and looked over at him, he gave in pretty quickly. They were doing surveillance from the van while the rest of the team went to their own perspective positions. Nothing was really expected to happen that day, the guy wasn’t expected to show his face anytime soon making for a very boring mission. May kept a little private feed from a camera in the back of the van just in case it worked and occasionally throughout the mission she would look at the feed from her phone and check in on the girls. Every time she looked in they would either be laughing about something or having some sort of serious conversation, there didn’t seem to be anything in between. May checked in one last time, completely confident that they would finally get together on this mission when she looked at the video and Skye was laughing about something and leaning on Jemma’s shoulder. That is until Ward’s voice came over the comms.

“Suspect is moving. Move in.”

May rolled her eyes as the van that the women were in drove forward with the rest of the team, normally she would have let somebody else have the satisfaction of apprehending the scumbag that they were after but she was irritated so ditching all of S.H.E.I.L.D’s technology she grabbed a rock and launched it at the guy’s head, he fell instantly unconscious and May detected a glimmer of fear in Coulson’s eyes as he looked over at her.

The rest of the times weren’t really that specific and it just became a jumble of little attempts on May’s part to trick the girls into admitting they loved each other in some way or another. If it wasn’t something like the chocolates, it was something similar like messing up the schedule a little bit so that they ended up together or like the Time May put a tarantula in Skye’s bed so she ran to Jemma’s bed and yet still nothing had happened between them. And May was sure of that, with her spending so much time in the camera room and her just being perceptive she would have known if there was a relationship going on within her own team. Coulson realized what was going on pretty quickly, especially after the whole spider thing and he even talked to her about completely in awe over how weird this was for the agent. 

“Why do you want them to be together so bad?”

May rolled her eyes.

“ Because they obviously want to be together and I’m sick of all the unresolved sexual tension going on. It’s distracting.”

Coulson studied Melinda for a few minutes, his arms were crossed and he looked like he was trying to figure out a difficult riddle. 

“Yeah, but it’s probably going to happen eventually, you know, in a few years or so. So why push it so hard?”

May knew that he wasn’t going away until he had a truthful answer. 

“It’s because it’s very difficult to find someone to care about and hold onto in this business and I just don’t want the girls making the same mistakes that I did when I was their age.”

Coulson nodded solemnly.

“Fair enough.”

Finally, Melinda just went for it one day when her and Skye were standing in the lab area quietly. Jemma walked in, a sweet smile on her goggled covered face, and a handful of flasks. Without thinking, May began to walk towards the door, she lightly stuck her foot out as the scientist passed. Jemma gasped and began to fell forward, just as May assumed however, Skye caught her halfway, a few of the flasks fell to the ground and Jemma’s glasses landed lopsided on her face. 

“Oops.”

May said dryly in a hushed tone before she slid out just outside the door, observing the interaction. Skye smiled, still holding the scientist close and halfway to the ground.

“You Okay?”

Jemma looked up into Skye’s eyes and her face went immediately red, not moving from the agent’s arms.

“Y-yeah”

She said hesitantly 

“Sorry”

Skye laughed.

“What are you apologizing for? You fell, silly.”

That’s when May saw it coming and she grinned from the other side of the door.

“No, I- I’m sorry for this.”

The scientist leaned up and kissed Skye, letting go of the rest of the equipment in her arms and putting them around the agent’s waist. Skye didn’t even hesitate to kiss back, slowly pushing Jem over to the nearest wall with one hand on her face. She pulled back for a second, never completely leaving the scientist’s lips.

“Do not apologize for that, Jem.”

Melinda looked away and leaned on the wall with a pleased grin on her face, her work here was done. Well, almost anyway. Like clockwork she heard the footsteps coming through the corridor as Ward and Fitz made there way to the lab. Without missing a beat she pulled the long tin sword out of it’s handle and put it across the entrance, the men stopped and looked at her confused. 

“Just go back.”

Fitz moved a hand to protest.

“But-”

“Keep moving.”

They backed away and made their way down the corridor, glancing nervously at the agent behind them. May smirked and then put the sword back in it’s sheath, brimming with satisfaction she quietly left. 

Bedside: A Skimmons Fanfiction

“Hey baby.”

Skye walked quietly into the hospital room where Jemma was sitting with her head in her hands next to an unconscious and badly battered Leo Fitz. The scientist, who also looked worse for wear, looked up as Skye entered. Her eyes were red and swollen and her cheeks were damp and speckled with red blotches. Skye went over and stood next to Jemma who then leaned her head onto Skye’s hip. 

“Still not awake?”

Instead of answering the scientist simply shook her head as another bout of tears escaped her eyes. 

“He’s going to be fine, baby.”

At this statement Jem bent over as another wave of sobs overtook her composure.

“I feel like this is all my fault!”

The words were forced through the tears and her hands as she covered her face. Skye immediately dropped down to her level and put one arm around Jemma’s shoulder while the other reached out for Jem’s clenched hands, pulling them gently away from her face and near her heart. 

“Don’t say things like that, sweetie, you know that’s not true.”

Jemma leaned over still holding desperately to Skye’s hand and laid her head onto the agent’s chest. 

“But I feel like it is.”

Skye rocked and shushed Jemma lightly and they went on like this for who knows how ling, gently rocking in the darkened hospital room next to Fitz’s bed with the repetitive beep of the heart monitor sounding off in the back ground. 

“None of this was your fault, everyone knows that, especially Fitz.”

Jemma remained silent as she continued to lean on Skye’s chest, her head lightly moving with every breathe and word her girlfriend took so Skye just continued. 

“Fitz is going to be fine, baby, he is one tough… um… what is his title again?”

Jemma smiled for the first time since Skye had arrived.

“Weapons and technology expert and engineer.”

“Well, he is one tough ‘weapons and technology expert and engineer’. He’s the strongest one I know. “

“He’s the only weapons and technology expert and engineer you know.”

“Well, I’m sure that if I did know any more ‘weapons and technology experts and engineers’ he would still be the most bad-ass.”

Jemma still had the faintest hint of a smile on her face when Skye looked down and she was determined to keep that adorable smile there.

“I don’t want you beating yourself up about this, because, you see, when Fitz recovers, and he will, I’m going to take you on a shore leave to the beach.”

Skye continued saying the words through the light kisses that she was trailing up and down Jemma’s neck.

“And. I. Am. Going. To help. You. Relieve. All. Of this built up tension.”

She said, hovering her lips just below Jemma’s ear. Jem smiled, looking over at her girlfriend.

“Are you sure you’re qualified for such a difficult task?”

Skye let go of her hands and then pulled both her arms tightly around the scientist, their faces just a couple of inches apart. 

“What are you talking about? I’m a professional reliever… Of tension?”

For the first time in a while Jemma giggled and Skye grinned, she had been trying so hard to get that beautiful gleam back into her girlfriend’s eye’s. Skye leaned over and planted a kiss directly onto Jemma’s hot lips, savoring the heat and the taste as Jemma kissed back. Skye then pulled away just a little ways to look into Jemma’s bloodshot eyes and gently wiped the wet hair and tears from the side of her face.

“None of this is your fault, Jem. In fact, you’re basically the reason that he’s still alive. You’re a hero Jem and don’t you forget it.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

They leaned in for another kiss but broke it off as they jumped at the sound of a bed spring, they both looked up wide eyed at the bed. They looked up to see Fitz, dazedly looking at them with his un-swollen eye and a big mischievous grin on his face. Then, before either of them to make a move, he said in a slow, drug sodden, Scottish voice.

“Jeez, get a room you two.”

With Which Captain Maldonaldo Is THE Jorian Shipper

*Gross sobbing* I miss these two so Much!!!!

Captain Maldonado was absolutely successful in most aspects of her life (Some elements of her personnel life not withstanding) and she was always right about certain things, nobody could convince her otherwise. One of those things that she was always right about was her people, the department detectives who trusted her and looked up to her, sp when she specifically chose the DRN Dorian to partner with John Kennex, one of her more difficult detectives, she knew what she was doing even if John doubted. She didn’t choose Dorian at random with all of the other DRNs about to be shipped off to work elsewhere, he was special and he was just what John Kennex needed, Sandra Maldonado just wasn’t wrong about this.
Granted at first she got a little worried when they would have the shouting matches in the middle of the department but Dorian refused to be treated like a second class citizen and John was stubborn in his old fashioned ways. Even then though, They worked great together and kept each other in line even if it meant a few heated words. It was at this point that Sandra began to accept the bets going around the department. They ranged from “John’s going to throw him into traffic like the MX” (Mostly with the younger officers that didn’t work with Kennex) To “They’ll work together for about a year before they both get sick of each other and get reassigned.” (That was mostly with the people who worked with the pair) and everything in between. However, everyone laughed and assumed that she was joking when Maldonado put 100$ on “Married within two years” but she knew her detectives better than anyone.
Eventually, it was easy to see that their relationship was only getting better as their  heated arguments slowly faded into just playful bickering and they were seen together not just in the department. Sandra was now completely confident in her predictions and her ability to know exactly what was best for the detectives especially a detective that she cared so much about like John. As she worked with Dorian throughout the year the more she could help but think about just how perfect a choice the DRN was for John. At this point, the younger officers were paying up the lost bet to the senior detectives who waved the victory around for a lot longer than they should have. However, even they began to get nervous as John and Dorian became even closer. Sandra gave the team an opportunity to withdrawal their bets before they lost embarrassingly but nobody took the offer, they were still confident that the two’s time was going to end very soon.
There came another bout of fighting between the two detectives and for the first time since this had all started Maldonado began to feel little shivers of doubt in her choice, not that she told anyone. She never knew what they were fighting about, she would just see the pair yelling at each other through her office and unfortunately she could also see the smug looks on her detective’s faces. Thankfully the smug faces went away pretty quickly when the two showed up one morning together and Dorian was wearing one of Johns shirts. Maldonado just leaned back in her chair for a second and smiled as if it was her brilliant plan that was coming together beautifully.
It became a silent truth that the two were in a relationship now but Maldonado still had not won her bet the other detectives were still holding that it wouldn’t last much longer. But most of them were too close to see everything that the Captain could see from her office view into the main building. Those things like John buying a hair roller and setting it on his desk so that in the morning he could catch the cat hair from his clothes or Dorian walking up and rubbing Johns shoulders for just a small moment before he went on his way. Her face lit up in a huge grin when John fell over a chair and Dorian caught him gently and they hovered together for a few stolen moments before he put the detective back on his feet. She felt like some sort of genius cupid as their relationship bloomed, bringing out the best in both of them .
And finally here they were, a year and seven months later, an engagement E-Mail had been sent out and Captain Maldonado was happily collecting her winnings from the bet. At this point, however, most of the team were already rooting for the couple and very happy to hear the news, that is until they had to fork over the money to their smug looking Captain. After collecting from everyone she went back to her office and happily counted her winnings thinking about how she was going to have no problem buying a gift for her two detectives.
There was a knock at her door and she looked up to see John Kennex standing outside her office, she motioned for him to come in. He walked in unusually silent for him and she stood up and walked over to congratulate him with a handshake but she was shocked when he looked right past her hand and just enveloped her in a hug. She stopped for a second but then hugged back, smiling, severely proud of her once “Hopeless” Detective and of her self for setting him up.
“Thank you.”
She nodded and patted his arm before circling around to her desk, he made his way to the door and opened it to leave but stopped halfway out, the classic John Kennex look back on his face.
“Yeah, thanks a lot. Thanks to you I have to put up with that cat loving android.”
He paused, smiling and then added in a dramatic whisper,
“Forever.”

My first Prompted Skimmons Fanfiction

Heyy!!! I'm really excited about this particular Skimmons fanfiction because on of the blogs that I follow asked me to write it, I've already posted it on Tumblr and she seemed to really like it, anyway, It's not what I usually do (Any one who knows me knows why) but I really enjoyed writing it, nonetheless.  

The News

It was an intense situation as the team tried desperately to hold on to something as The Bus rocked and did things that an aircraft that size should never do but at least May was keeping them ahead of the bad guys that they had just pissed off. Coulson was up front with May but the rest of them were grasping desperately at the table in the briefing room. Jemma and Fitz were punching buttons and yelling out different algorithms while Skye did her best to take down the firewalls blocking them as the tried to get the blue prints from the computer to help them take down the people chasing them. Ward just held on waiting for an opportunity to help with an expression that suggested that he was completely done with everything. 

Eventually they got the right information and it was beginning to work until there was one last jolt within the ship and the team all yelled simultaneously as they felt the aircraft begin to drop violently out of the air. All they could do was hold on and  hope that May and Coulson could get the craft back under control before it hit the ground.

Jemma and Skye leaned over the console and grabbed each others wrists, screaming periodically as they spiraled out of control. Jemma pulled on the other woman’s wrists and  began to yell across as loud as she could to try to be heard over the obnoxious wind.

“SKYE!?”

“YEAH?”

“I’M PREGNANT!”

Despite the chaos going on around them, everything in Skye’s face stopped as she stared wide eyed and panicked at the scientist.

“WHAT?!”

“I’M PREGNANT!”

‘YEAH, I GOT THAT!”

Jemma screamed as The bus took another sharp jolt to the side and terror flashed across Skye’s eyes. Despite looking absolutely disoriented and confused, when the next jolt happened she let it push her over the side and slid over the counter to where Jemma was standing. She nearly fell backwards into the cabinets but caught herself on the edge, she could feel her fingers popping as she held on through the force of the wind. 

Jemma pulled her back by her arm and Skye went straight from the unbalanced position she was holding near the edge of the console to Jemma. Skye wrapped her arms around Jemma’s middle, much to the scientist’s surprise and dragged her down underneath the console. She laid over her girlfriend, and used her legs to keep them from moving as she protected Jemma’s head and body from the elements. 

There was one last downturn that had the whole team screaming in terror and then The bus’ movements leveled out. Nobody moved until they felt the aircraft landing with another quick jolt. Everyone breathed out and let go of their death grips on the table. Skye fell off of Jemma and then wobbled her way to a standing position holding out a hand for Simmons and helping her up. Jemma had her hand over her mouth and tears were falling down over her fingers in complete adoration of her girlfriends actions.

“Skye, I-I can’t believe.. That was precious. You protected us.”

Skye smiled and stroked Jemma’s face lovingly. 

“I’m so happy.”

Then she added, her words slurring severely

“ ’his wassa test wan’ it”

She giggled and then her eyes rolled back into her head and she fell backwards, Jemma gasped as Ward clumsily caught her and gently led her down to the floor looking up at the scientist.

“That was a terrible time to tell someone something like that!”

“I’m sorry! I panicked!”

Then Ward added dryly

“Congratulations by the way.”

New Apartment

The door of a very plain looking apartment swung open and a very tired looking Skye walked through holding at least five bags. She stumbled over to a corner and dropped them heavily before dramatically falling to the floor where she laid breathing heavily for a while. Jemma came in behind her with her arms crossed and her lips pursed. She had the common glow of a pregnant woman but she wasn’t really showing yet.

“I could have gotten one of those.”

“No, you’re not allowed to carry anything heavy, remember. And plus, you carried the bread.”

Jemma pulled a single loaf of bread out of the purse on her elbow.

“You at least could have taken two trips.”

Skye rolled over on the new soft carpet.

“Two trips are for weaklings.”  

Jemma went over and sat down on the floor next to Skye, she sighed and laid her head down over the other woman’s legs. 

“Well, here we are. Our new home, what do you think?”

Skye looked around for the first time. 

“It’s kinda beige-y, don’t you think?”

Jemma chuckled 

“We’ll paint it and decorate it. Speaking of, when are they bringing the furniture?”

Skye shrugged  

“I don’t know, hopefully soon though. Have you called the team to tell them that we got in alright?”

“Yeah, I called Fitz while you were trying to carry every bag we own to the apartment.”

“Pfft…Tried? I totally did. I’m wonder Woman, Didn’t you know?”

Jemma giggled and turned over to face Skye.

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Well, you know, I had to keep my secret identity… Secret.. And stuff.”

They both laughed and Jemma leaned in to kiss Skye even though they were both giggling through the kiss.

Skye sat up quickly. 

“Ugh! Where are they? I would love a bed right now! If you know what I mean.”

She nudged the scientist insinuatingly and Jemma rolled her eyes. 

“Well, let’s go out to eat to pass the time, I’m hungry and all we have is this loaf of bread you insisted on buying.”

“Fine.”

Skye stood up and helped Jemma on her feet then kissed her as she bumped into her on her way up. 

“You know it’d be easier if we just ate the bread”

“We are not, we’re leaving.”

Jemma walked past her girlfriend smiling to the door and Skye followed behind.

“Ugh fine… You’re the pregnant one, I guess.”

“You know, you wouldn’t be so tired if you hadn’t carried ALL of our bags up at once.”

They shut the door to their plain new home, leaving it empty and dark. 

Baby Names

“We are not naming our daughter after a dead scientist, Jem!”

Jemma huffed sitting on their comfy couch, she was in sweats and a loose shirt and there was now a noticeable bump. She was surrounded by many books, some of them were history/ science/ mathematics books and the rest were baby name books and that was the one she was flipping through at the moment. Their house, now decorated, was light and open with a couch and two chairs that made up the living room along with many framed pictures of their team and themselves. Skye had been caught off guard by how much Jemma enjoyed taking pictures of everything and then framing it all but she kind of enjoyed having all the people that she loved faces’ on the walls so she just stayed back and let Jemma nit pick over the placement of every single frame. 

Skye walked in from the kitchen holding two glasses of tea and handing one of them to her girlfriend. 

“Why not?”

Skye slumped onto the parallel chair since Jemma had filled the couch up with her volumes’ of library books. She pulled her laptop up onto her knee and turned it on. They had been looking for the right name for what seemed like hours. 

“Because, they’re all dead and have weird names.”

Jemma continued to flip through pages while Skye scrolled on her computer. 

“What about Jamie?”

Jemma put her book down and looked at her questioningly.

“Why Jamie?”

Skye shrugged and looked over her screen.

“I don’t know, It’s a cool name. You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just I want her to have a name with personnel meaning to us.”

Skye put her laptop to the side and leaned forward, thinking hard. 

“Okay, what about ‘Elizabeth‘? That was the name of my imaginary friend at St. Agnes and it’s always been one of my favorite names.”

“Aw, that’s sweet.. But what about Chloe?”

Skye wobbled her hand in an “Eh” movement and Jemma leaned back and sighed, she was frowning and her shoulders were obviously tense. 

“We need to figure out a name for her!”

Jemma threw one of the books next to her on the ground and then winced when it hit the carpet with a loud thud.  Skye got up and made her way to the couch, she moved a couple piles of books on to the floor and plopped down next to Jemma with a concerned expression.

“Hey, hey, we don’t have to have a name for her right this minute, we’ve got plenty of time. We don’t even have to name her until she’s born, you know technically. Come here, you’re stressing and you don’t need to be.”

Jemma smiled and moved over to lean back onto Skye’s lap while she massaged her pregnant girlfriend’s tense shoulders, occasionally putting a hand on her protruding belly. 

“You need to relax, baby, we’ve got time.”

“I know, I just like being prepared.”

“I know you do, sweetie.”

Skye put her head down and rested her lips on Jemma’s forehead while the scientist closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage and the feel of Skye’s cool lips on her hot forehead. 

Nursery

Skye walked into their apartment, holding a bag of groceries and made her way to the kitchen to put them up when she stopped halfway when she heard the bickering voices coming from the other room. She set the bag on the little coffee table and walked into what was going to be her daughter’s bedroom. The door was open and she jumped when she walked in at the slightly unnerving and slightly hilarious sight in front of her. Jemma was standing holding a paintbrush looking guilty, she was wearing a clean white apron that fit over her much larger stomach while Fitz stood next to her completely soaked in light pink paint. He was pouting slightly while the paint dripped  from his curly hair and pooled in and around his shoes.

“You guys had one job!”

Fitz pointed at Jemma, his bright pink coloring making it very hard for Skye to take him seriously since he now looked like a big toddler who had just gotten into his parent’s supplies. 

“She’s a bloody monster!”

Jemma turned to her pastel partner.

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean for the bucket to fall! I was just trying to flick some paint on you! Stop acting like a child”

“I‘m not acting like a child you‘re acting like a child!”

Skye was now laughing uncontrollably at the two bickering scientists, they both had degrees in highly advanced sciences and here they were, arguing like children. It was to good of a moment for Skye to pass up as she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture of the pretty pink Fitz. 

“I’m sending this to everyone.”

Fitz stepped forward to try to get the phone from Skye when she put a finger up and stepped outside the door. 

“Uh-uh, man, you’re not getting on our carpet dripping in paint, I’ll go get you some clothes to change into.”

Fitz nodded and then they heard the entertained voice from outside the nursery. 

“After I send this to everybody I know! Aha!”

The Kick

Jemma sat slouch on their sofa, tapping her foot lightly on the floor. Her baby belly was now taking up much of her torso and the little scientist looked like she was going to burst. She rubbed her stomach lightly and hummed as she waited for Skye to get home. Luckily she didn’t have to wait for long before her girlfriend came through the door holding a bunch of randomly colored bags. It seemed like lately she always had some kind of bag in her hand whether it was a food bag or a bag full of baby stuff and she was getting good at balancing several things at a time. 

“Hey! There are my girls! How are you feeling, babe?”

Jemma shrugged her shoulders a little 

“Eh, I’m tired and I’m bored. But mostly I’m hungry.”

“Well you are in luck, I brought food.”

Jemma’s eyes lit up as Skye pulled a bag out of a bigger bag and then picked out a few more little bags taking them over to her girlfriend. 

“I got everything you’ve been craving.”

She started doling out different bits of food.

“Did you get the chocolate shake?”

Jemma asked sweetly.

“Got you covered.”

She handed her the blue plastic cup with a big straw.

“I even got that weird sandwich that you wanted, I didn’t really know what it was called but I handed the guys a list of the ingredients. They thought I was crazy at first but then I told them that you were pregnant and they were like ‘Why didn’t you say so?’ and I got half price.”

Skye chuckled, apparently proud of the bargain that she made. 

“You’re the best, baby. Thank you so much”

Skye inspected the various random food in the many different bags that she was holding.

“You have got some weird cravings.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize it’s kinda cute.”

Skye set the bags on the table next to Jemma who was already grabbing fries out of the bag and munching on them. She walked around and plopped on the couch stomach first, laying her head on Jemma’s big pregnant belly as she ate. They stayed like that for a while with Jemma eating her weird food and Skye laying with her head and hand on the scientist’s stomach until Skye’s head jerked upwards and she let out a little gasp. Jemma got scared for a moment.

“What’s wrong?”

Skye looked at her girlfriend with a wide eyed and excited face before she laid her head back on the tummy. 

“She kicked, jem!”

“Yeah she’s never been a big mover but she’s been kicking all day.”

“Well, I didn’t know that!”

Jemma couldn’t help but laugh at Skye’s amazed face as she waited for another kick, even if Jem couldn’t have felt it she would have known given that Skye jumped when it happened again.

“Oh my God, Jemma, this is awesome! I have to tell somebody!”

Skye jumped up but not before she put her hand on the scientist’s belly one more time only to freak out again whenever the baby moved again. She leapt from the sofa and pulled out her cell phone.

“Who are you calling?”

Skye shrugged happily 

“I have no idea but it’s ringing.”

Jemma laughed and dipped another fry into her shake, completely entertained by her girlfriends antics.

“Hey, hello? War-Ward is that you? Yeah, yeah guess what? Is that gun fire? Oh well.. Guess what! She just kicked! Yeah! I guess she’s been kicking all day! I know right! Yeah. Yeah, I’ll let you get back to your mission. Okay. She kicked, Ward! Uh-huh.. Yeah. Bye!”

Skye clicked the phone and then jumped straight in the air laughing while Jemma looked on, completely amused by this scene. She just could not contain her excitement anymore, that much was obvious. She started pacing back and forth from the kitchen to the living room chattering enthusiastically. She stopped and then put her hands on the coffee table in front of Jemma with a huge grin on her face. 

“We. Are. Going. To. Be. The. Greatest parents ever!”

The Baby

Skye tried her hardest to keep her tears from getting out of control as she stood next to her now wife, laying in the hospital bed holding the beautiful little infant that was all theirs now. Jemma was staring down at the little face, her face was red and her eyes were watery but she was smiling beautifully. Skye put her hand on the scientist’s damp hair and stroked for a little while, the team hadn’t been able to be there but she was sure that they were going to be coming soon enough and she smiled thinking about the crazy family that this little girl was going to have and also how nothing would ever dare touch her knowing the kind of protection that was going to surround her daughter. 

A nurse came in and handed Skye a clip board, it was the birth certificate and all that she needed to do was print her daughter’s name. She looked at Jemma who nodded, they didn’t really have to discuss the name, looking at the little baby’s face they knew exactly what they were going to call her without talking. Skye took a deep breath and printed the name 

“Chloe Elizabeth Simmons”

Expectations

I have always thought, well not always, but for sometime now, thought that expectations are complete crap, predictions, no matter how educated they are, can never account for every human factor, for every unknown. Which is why I never assume anything about a given day, I mean, there are a lot of things that I can guess or even expect. For example, if I'm having a particularly good morning I generaly say that by the time I go to bed that night, I won't be feeling very well. I have no idea if this bit of information holds any merit but I do know that it has proven to be reliable in my alterations of plans and therefore I stick pretty closely to this idea even though it's something assumptuous and rather naive. I wish I knew why this works but I don't, it's just something that I have kept track of for quite a while. I don't know if that's a prediction or a stupidly preconceived expectation or if it's just a tidbit of information that I can guess about my own emotional pattern, no matter the various elements that cross my path throughout the rest of the day.

As humans, making expectations constantly throughout the day about things that are both important and unimportant to us is basically what makes up our thought process (At least it is for me). We just constantly judge based on what we've just thought so whenever nothing comforms to what we just figured out, our days are saddened just a little bit because it's expectations that make the assumption that our expectations should be accurate and they rarely are. Our expectations are what give us the warm fuzzy omnipotent feeling that makes us feel like little underworshiped gods, running around knowing exactly what is about to happen because we're intelligent and we're the masters of our universes. Which we're not, we're a very stupid and foolhardy species. The Doctor knows that, he likes us for our more charming traits, certainly not the traits that we pride ourselves on.

Some expectations are really big, bordering on huge and these usually have something to do with elements of our desired future... Which are always all wrong at every given moment that you're thinking about them. However, some expectations are small and these are the ones that we really need to be correct because these are our favorites, these are the ones that make our days go smoothly and sweetly. Much like the little disapointment in expectations that I had today, I was looking out the window of my college eating area, wrapped up in my own little world (Which is where people like me usually are since it's so rainbow-y and charming up there) and I saw some students walking around the patio with clip boards. They were asking people questions and from what I observed I figured that they were doing a petition for something. I got very excited, You see, I love the feeling of adventure and the little adrenaline rush that comes with talking to people that I expect to talk to and do so according to the very detailed script that I've already got prepared for the conversation, so I  made an expectation for the following walk that I was about to take from the student center to the library. It went something like this; I would walk out the doors, they would engage me, ask me to sign something, then I would sign whatever it was and I would have a little moment of connection with a stranger, finally, I would walk away to the library with that warm and satisfied smile on my face. That didn't happen at all, even though I got the process right I didn't get the reason correct, it wasn't a petition it was something that I couldn't sign and without the completion of that one last step, everything fell apart and I walked back to the library feeling empty and emotional all over a slightly miscalculated expectation. When I look back on this day tonight, that one little misstep is going to over shadow a lot of other parts that made up this particular day.

Oh well, though, that's life, just like I always expect to be good at anecdotes but then when I go to write them, they never turn out as good as I was expecting. Perhaps I'll break another expectation of mine on purpose to give myself the illusion of control that got crushed due to this little insignifigant event. You see, we're all for broken expectations as long as WE'RE the ones doing the breaking because we're humans and we have a natural need to know that we don't know everything so that we can tell ouselves that we know everything because we want to know everything. Ha! I just totally Jack Sparrowed that sentence.. I love it when that happens.

We're never going to quit this habit, I do know that, but perhaps if we alter the expectations to a human level it wouldn't be so bad. Unfortunatly its easy to argue with that pessimistic attitude towards expectations. We want to be positive about this whole thing so another methods is just to always make grand expectations, you know, so it doesn't take away from your "Dreams" and that is a sweet outlook. On the other hand another popular one is the phrase "No expectations. No disapointements." (They do a really good job exploring the merit of that one in the movie "Dodgeball" with Vince Vaughn and Ben Stiller (Along with a big bunch of funny actors)) I'm a little bit more partial to that one seeing that it's technically true even though it has a bit of a lazy undertone that most of us try to avoid. 

Anyway, I don't know if I have a point with this, it's just something that I wanted to mention (Plus I had an easy anecdote right at my fingertips and it's stupid to waste those) I guess, just MODERATE your expectations, it's never good to be too optimistic or pessimistic towards these things but It generally works to have a bit of both making the proper assumptions for the variety of situations that you'll need to make expectations for throughout your day.

AND THIS IS NOT A SKIMMONS FANFICTION SO YAY!!!

ENJOY IT BECAUSE I LITERALLY JUST GOT MY FIRST

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