"The Fog" A Skimmons Fanfiction

Mmkay, here's my latest little Skimmons fanfcition, this one's a little bit more angst-y than what I usually do but it's still skimmons. :) Enjoy

“Jemma? Fitz? Coulson? Ward? May? Where’d you guys go?” 

The fog started getting thicker and closing in around Skye’s surroundings and the faces she was talking to just a few moments ago were disappearing along with any and all landmarks. They were all here, around her enjoying the beautiful day, Jemma had been holding her hand and the rest of the team were smiling and telling stories and then things changed so quickly and Skye couldn’t react fast enough. Now here she was, all alone with the darkening sky and the impenetrable fog sweeping in around her, she had been sitting comfortable when all the happiness of the day disappeared now she was standing rigidly, leaning forward trying to see in front of her. 

She could have sworn that the trees around her were full of bright and healthy leaves but now, perhaps because of the fog, they were barren and dead looking almost as if it were in the middle of winter. And all of the loudly singing birds that were previously occupying the trees were gone also, in fact, everything seemed to have been swallowed up by the fog. All beauty, all noise and more importantly all of the people that were important to her were gone with them.

The fear was gripping her but she moved forward anyway, taking little hesitant steps in front of her. She had to find everybody, what if they were just as lost as she was? What if they were hurt? She imagined poor Jemma curled up in the desolate fog, terrified and alone. This gave her a little bit more confidence in her steps and now she was beginning to make some progress, at least she thought she was, she couldn’t really be sure. She never raised her legs very far up and kept them just above the black ground just in case any of them were laying down.

She saw the fog swirl and move in front of her and she could just make out a dark shape, it was two small to be Ward or Coulson and Simmons and Fitz were both wearing they’re white lab coats the last time she had seen them so it must have been May.

“MAY! May, I’m over here!”

The dark figure started to move away and Skye started panicking and yelling even louder for the older agent 

“Melinda! Please! It’s me, Skye!”

There was still no response and Skye bolted forward in an attempt to catch up with May but as she approached where she should have been, the dark figure disappeared, making her wonder if it was even May at all. She searched around desperately, making sure that someone else was not there. Her breathe was coming in short, labored gasps now and she was feeling light headed. The fog seemed to be getting even more potent, Skye began to become aware of just how claustrophobic she was feeling and the panic of being alone with no explanation was starting to effect her judgment. She began running forward at dangerous speeds, screaming frantically for the rest of the team, all inklings of logic were gone and she could feel herself falling into a hysteria. 

Through the layers and layers of wet, blinding fog she fought through, screaming at the top of her lungs until, without warning, the ground came up and she went down with a severe jolt. She coughed as mud splattered into her face and made it even harder to breathe. She wiped the mud from her mouth the best she could and then took a deep breath, trying to pull herself back together. She pushed herself up on to her elbows only to stop as she saw what was directly in front of her; A hand, a small, pale, delicate looking hand was lying limply on the ground in front of her, she recognized the little charm bracelet as Jemma’s and she immediately lurched forward to grab the hand. 

She breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the touch of her girlfriend but it was short lived since Jem’s hand was horribly cold. Skye squeezed her hand and began to drag herself  on her stomach to where Jemma lay, a searing pain was ripping down her leg and she realized that she must have broken something in the fall but that was the least of her worries as she pulled herself through the mud and fog, still holding Jemma’s limp hand.

“Jemma! Baby, I’m here, don’t worry! I’ve got you, sweetie, please wake up! I’m coming. Jemma? Jem, answer me, please?!”

She got to where she was laying and put her hands on the scientist’s face but she went silent a moment later. Jemma was laying on her back, her eyes were wide open in an expression of fear and shock, but they were empty and dark, there was no more twinkle in the beautiful eyes. Her face was colorless and as cold as her hand was, Skye began tapping her cheeks, not believing what she was seeing. The tapping turned into full fledged shaking as she tried, desperately to wake the love of her life up but no matter how loudly she screamed or how hard she shook her, Jemma’s body would just fall heavily back to the muddy ground. Her screams turned into violent sobs over her body as she grasped onto her girlfriend’s lifeless body.

“Jemma wake up! You’re not dead, please wake up! Don’t leave me! I need you Jemma, stop it! Don’t leave me… I need you… jem?”

Her voice trailed off as her sobs increased as she lay, weakly over Jemma’s body. She screamed as a large hand grasped her arm painfully and started to pull her, violently away from Jemma. She fought as hard as she could to get back to her girlfriend but the harder she fought, the more painful the hand on her arm became and she screamed for him to let her go. He pulled her harshly to face him and she gasped when she saw that it was Ward. There was no reason for him to be hurting her like this, but his grasp was dead tight. His face was as dead looking as Jemma’s was, except he was alive despite the way he looked at her menacingly with dead black eyes. She panicked and struggled to get away from with a mixture of screams and sobs coming from her mouth. She just knew that he was going to kill her but she didn’t know why. Then his mouth moved for the first time.

“Skye.”

That wasn’t his voice. That’s not his voice. Was all she thought as she thrashed and kicked trying to get him away.

“Skye!”

“Skye!

Skye opened her eyes and screamed again but when she looked around it was just the bus, the fog was gone and Ward was gone. Instead she looked up and saw Jemma’s worried face looking down at her. They seemed to be on the floor.

“Sweetie, you’re okay, you fell off the bed, it was just a dream, you’re safe.”

Her voice was sweet and delicate as she smiled and lightly wiped the tears and sweat off of Skye’s face, rocking her slightly.

“She’s got a fever, get me some cold water, Fitz.”

Just like that her sweet loving voice was gone as she barked the orders like a general. Skye pulled her self closer to Jemma, breathing was still hard and she was shaking almost uncontrollably, making her weak and disoriented, but Jemma helped her by pulling her close and gently stroking her hair.

“It was cold. And there was fog everywhere… You were dead, I found you dead, you left me, why did you leave!”

Skye had begun to sob again, still in shock over what she had been through and not really sure what she was saying but Jemma just held on tighter, shushing her lightly and keeping her lips on Skye’s forehead.

“I’m here now, baby, I’m not going to leave. I promise. I promise.

Skye was just beginning to calm down when the sudden presence of a suit next to them made her jump violently. Coulson put a hand up apologetically and Skye could see from his face that he was extremely worried. She leaned back onto Jemma’s chest and let the scientist hold her gently. She could hear them talking around her and she could see the rest of the team standing in the room looking down in worry on her but she was too tired to care about them. She coughed as fluid went down her throat and shivered as the bus air hit her. She could just feel Coulson draping a blanket over her shoulders and the world began to get fuzzy again.

“What’s wrong with her, jem?

Skye could feel the vibrations in Jemma’s chest as she talked.

“I believe she’s very ill, sir. Her temperature is extremely high and she seems to be having some problems breathing. It was probably the cold environment that we just got away from, either way she’s had quite a scare from a dream but that’s not uncommon. I’m going to give her some Antibiotics and keep a close eye on her, sir.

Jemma kept talking but eventually her voice faded away and Skye was lulled to sleep knowing that she was safe in her girlfriend’s arms.

Little moments: Skimmons drabble

Okay, this is a little Skimmons drabble that I wrote just before I went to bed, it's been a busy day but I couldn't get this little scene out of my head. I'm not used to writing anything this small so I may lengthen it later but It's fine by itself as well. Enjoy! :)

Little Moments

Skye was a strong woman, she was clever, tough, and sometimes even reckless. Jemma knew this going into the relationship, however, what she didn’t know was that underneath that daring exterior, Skye was a broken little girl who just wanted to know that she was loved. What made Jemma come to this conclusion? Well, mostly it was the sides of Skye that she saw more and more during their time together. She saw it in the quiet moments when Jemma would look over and Skye would have her hand over her mouth and her eyes closed, holding back tears that came anyway. It was the few minutes before she went another field mission and she would silently put her head on the scientist’s shoulder and hold her arm just until Ward came back and then she would let go and put on a brave face. But mostly, she saw it in moments like these; In the middle of the night when Skye would sneak hesitantly into Jemma’s little bunk and burying her face in Jem’s neck and then letting the scientist put her arms around her, quietly humming the tune of a love song. Nothing was ever said during these moments but the strength of understanding between them was evident. You see, Jemma Simmons was a shy, mild mannered woman but when she was holding Skye in her arms she felt stronger and braver than she had ever felt her entire life.

Skimmons Fanfiction

Here's a little Skimmons Skye/Jemma fanfiction that I wrote, I hope that you enjoy it! NOTE: none of these characters belong to me, if they did, this ship would have become canon and long time ago.

Something Going On

Skye stood at the edge of the Bus opening equipped with a beach towel, sunscreen, a two piece bathing suit, and a huge smile. They were stopped the middle of nowhere in the desert, waiting for something, she didn’t know what it was but she really didn’t care because there was no way she was going to let this time to waste. There was no one else out there so she just walked straight forward and picked a spot about twenty feet from the Bus to set down her stuff and get comfortable. It wasn’t exactly the beach but after spending so much time in the sky, covered from the sun, she wasn’t in the position to be picky. She had just sat down and was beginning to put sunscreen on her arms when she got the feeling that someone was watching her.

Sure enough, from the opening of the Bus she saw Jemma jump and scurry to the edge and out of sight, afraid that she had overstepped her boundaries. Skye smiled, Jemma was just to adorable not to love but she also knew that she wasn’t going to ask to join her by herself without a little push. 

“Jemma!” 

The little scientist made her way out of the cover of the bus and out onto the boarding platform, her hands were clasped like she was nervous but she was smiling, nonetheless. Skye waved excitedly 

“Why don’t you come out here and join me for some sun?” 

She walked forward towards Skye and flinched as the sun hit her face and then she walked until she stood a few feet from the beach towel. 

“I just came out here to see what you were up to, I didn’t mean to intrude.”

 Skye laughed and pulled her knees up 

“You’re not intruding on anything, silly! Why don’t you join me?” 

Jemma shuffled her feet and blushed like she does in any situation that she wasn’t completely comfortable, which was basically everywhere that wasn’t the lab. 

“Oh, I can’t, I havn’t got any swim wear, I’m sorry” 

Jemma was shy and a little bit smitten but Skye was stubborn and highly curious to see Jemma’s skin underneath that lab coat. 

“There’s no one around, just use your underwear!” 

Jemma made a notion to speak again but Skye cut her off 

“And we can share the towel.” 

She patted a spot next to her and anticipating her next sentence 

“I also have plenty of sunscreen.” 

Jemma giggled and shook her head, Skye wasn’t going to give up and she was feeling that rebellious twinge in her chest that always spiked whenever Skye was around so without further argument she slipped her coat off and laid it on the ground. Skye clapped like a child and rocked back and forth 

“Yay!” 

Jemma smiled and laughed as well. 

After she was done shedding her clothes and she was just in a modest white bra and panties she sat down next to Skye who bumped her shoulder and smiled, after a few moments of silence they both started laughing, immaturely 

“I can’t believe I’m out here in my knickers! Why do you make me do these things? First the agent and now this, you’re incredibly persuasive, you” 

Skye grabbed the bottle of sunscreen, still laughing lightly 

“First of all, this is nothing like the agent thing, you shot him! We’re just sunbathing and secondly, I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” 

Jemma nodded in reluctant agreement 

“Still” 

She looked down at herself for the first time 

“I’m so pale!” 

Skye gave a flirty smile and held up the bottle 

“I’ve got you covered!”

Jemma jumped a little when the sunscreen touched her arm and Skye smiled as she slowly applied it to the scientists’ sun depraved arms. 

“You know, I’m capable of doing that myself.” 

Skye chuckled 

“Yeah, but that would just rob me of the opportunity to do it for you.” 

Jemma knew that she should have felt uncomfortable as Skye applied the lotion to her exposed areas but she really didn’t feel shy at all anymore and she was just enjoying the little massage circles that Skye trailed on her back as she rubbed the sunscreen on. She had never been one to enjoy the sun but if the heat entailed this, she could definitely change her mind about the sun. 

Skye, on the other hand would have maintained that she was enjoying the massage even more than Jemma was, since she was the one who got to enjoy the scientists soft and delicate looking skin.  She was very pale but it didn’t look bad at all and Skye loved that her skin wasn’t tight and muscle-ly but instead smooth and enjoyable to touch. Unfortunately, Simmons didn’t nearly enough skin for Skye’s pleasure and after a few minutes she has completely protected the scientist from the sun and she sat back, still rubbing some of the lotion onto Jemma’s knee. 

“D’you want me put another layer on, I mean, I don’t want to take any risks on, you know, sunburn.”  

Simmons shook her head, sweetly 

“No I think I’ll be fine. Your turn?”  

Skye smiled widely and nodded her head. 

“Do you want to start with my back?” 

Jemma put a tentative hand on her slightly darker shoulder 

“What about your arms?” 

“I already got them” 

She giggled 

“Yeah but, I mean, you were kind of interrupted, better safe than sorry?” 

Skye held her arms out, smiling 

“You’re the scientist, Jem” 

As she started applying the sun tan lotion on to the other woman’s arms she kept chilling up despite the desert heat. Jemma marveled in how absolutely gorgeous Skye’s body was; she complained about never getting any sun, however, she was still relatively dark. Also she could see the effect that the intense training was having on her lean but strong muscles that covered her body and Jemma could feel herself getting a little giddy as she strategically put the lotion on, making sure that she didn’t miss a single spot. Skye closed her eyes and let Jemma do whatever she wanted as she appreciated that Jemma’s touch was just as soft and gentle as her skin.

After it was completely certain that their skin would be protected from the sun they lay down next to each the on the beach towel with their eyes closed and smiles on their faces.

“Jemma?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m really glad you decided to join me.”

“Yeah, me too.”

Jemma reached over slightly and grabbed Skye’s hand tentatively, a little nervous to go that far but was instantly reassured when she squeezed her hand and moved over a little bit until their arms were touching.

“Skye?”

“Yeah, Jem”

“Do you think that there’s something going on between us”

Skye scooted up on her elbows and Jemma was suddenly filled with panic, she had never asked someone that so soon and she immediately became convinced that she had gone to far and Skye was about to laugh nervously and then leave her. Almost as if on instinct, her eyes began to tear up but her apologies were interrupted by a strong kiss. Her eyes widened but she didn’t have to worry because the sun was blocked by Skye’s face and it didn’t take very long before her initial shock faded and she closed her eyes and kissed back. She grunted a little when Skye pulled away, still on top of her looking down with a huge smile on her face.

“Yeah, I definitely think there’s something going on between us, Jem.”

Self-Esteem/Confidence

"Confidence is 10% hard work and 90% Delusion" -- Tina Fey

 

 

That is probably one of the most inspiring quotes ever since it basically states that I'm not confident only because I'm not delusional, it's not wonderful but I'll take it because it's accurate, applicable and Tina Fey said it and let's face it, that's all that matters. I do want to point out that I have a lack of confidence not a lack of self esteem, in fact, I'm just teeming with self esteem, if I wasn't, I wouldn't be walking around everyday in an obnoxious Captain America hoodie. And no they are NOT the same thing.

 

Self-Esteem- A feeling of having respect for yourself and your abilities.

 

Confidence- Faith or belief that one will act in a right, proper, or effective way.

 

I have a great sense of self esteem, you see, I respect my opinions, my rights, and my personal options as an individual and because of that, I am really aware of the need to award that same respect not only to me but also to everyone around me. You see a great lack of this in people with a lack of self esteem, however, these people generally have an abundance of confidence which is where I think that most tiffs start, in the area between respect and belief. There are good things with both of them but like most things there are a lot of negative consequences to having just one or the other. Unfortunatly thanks to whatever all the reasons that a person has more than the other, I beleive that in many cases it's nearly impossible to display both at the same time and with the same amount of merit and that's okay, the first part of loving yourself is being able to accept some of the more innevitable traits that one is born with, because some things, not all but some, you can't choose and it ends up being a mixture of environment, genetics, and chemical reactions.

 

Of course, that could just be the high self esteem of mine talking since I do tend to have a hightened respect for my needs and emotional whims, to bad I can't display that respect confidently but oh well, I have my whole head to express that side of my confidence and you can't have everything in life. Seriously, though, it's F****** cold outside again, how am I suposed to enjoy anything again today when I can't even get a proper breathe of fresh air without getting icesicles lodged in my lungs. Getting really sick of this up and down weather, I can have respect for my own emtional shortcomings but that's just not going to happen with the whims of weather systems, I'm just far too biased towards the euphoria that comes with warm, sunny weather that makes you burn and sweat.

 

I generally like to think of myself as an optomist, however, I can't in good coscience stay true to that belief because thanks to my self esteem, I am not burdened with a boatload of delusions about the world. I really am talented at separating fantasy world with the real world (Whichever I choose to stay in most of the time has no effect on whether I can separate the two worlds) and if I am confident about at least one thing, it's that we must always keep the two worlds apart, basically, It really annoys me when people don't stay in the real world and they confuse the lines between; it's disrespectful to both of them. Therefore, based on my confidence in the accuracy of my self esteem, I conclude that I am a realist, since I'm certainly not a pessimist and I am far to aware of the boundaries between real and fantasy to be a dedicated optomist.

I don't know why I am talking about such a off the wall subject today but I have just been thinking about the connection between Self esteem and confidense ever since I looked up "Tina Fey Quotes" This morning and that specific quote popped up, so, there's my superficial analysis of the difference between the two commonly confused terms.

 



Blind date prompt

This is a little Doctor Who/ Avengers crossover fanfiction that I got from a prompt page I found while looking for something to write, I guess it worked. The prompt was to write about two fictional characters from different movies/television/ books that go on a blind date. The characters I chose were Captain America and Captain Jack Harkness (My favorite crossover ship) Enjoy! These characters do not belong to me at all. :)

Captain Jack Harkness leaned on the counter at the elegant restaurant with a glass of scotch in his hand. He wore a Classic Harkness style only much nicer than usual, since it was a date, after all. He often enjoyed these little blind dates since he never knew who was going to walk through the door and whoever it was it almost always ended in sex, it was a win-win for a guy like Jack. The bar tender, who was definitely up to speed on Jack’s blind dates, had already prepared a romantic table in Jack’s favorite spot in the restaurant. Now was the waiting stage when Jack theorized on who exactly he was going to meet that night; Was it a man? Was it a woman? What did they do? How easy were they? Whatever the answer, he was always happy to meet a new face.
However, nothing prepared him for who was going to show up and at seven O’ clock sharp the doors opened and Jack choked on his drink, wide eyed and shocked. Captain America himself, except he wasn’t in uniform instead he wore a tux that highlighted his built body and made his blue eyes shine even brighter, as usual his blonde hair was combed back in an old fashioned, but classy style. Normally Jack is the flamboyant one who automatically rushes up to meet his date, however, this time he just stayed perched up on his stool, slightly confused, He couldn’t have possibly have been set up on a blind date with Captain America, he was good but he wasn’t that good and the people that set it up were in pretty high places but still, this was too good to be true.
Jack’s doubts were set to rest when the Captain looked around the place, spotted him and then immediately made his way over to his seat. He walked up confidently, however when he reached out his hand, Jack could see some of the shyness come through that he had heard about when it came to The Captain and social dates. It didn’t take him any longer to come to grips with what was happening, it was simple, he was going on a date with CAPTAIN FREAKING AMERICA. He jumped up to greet the man with a huge, flirty smile that made his eyes brighten up and just like that he was back to the same old Jack.
“Hello, I’m Captain Jack Harkness. Normally this is the part where I ask you what your name is and say ’Pleased to meet you’ but, I’m afraid your patriotic, blue eyed  reputation precedes you, Captain.”
He shook his hand enthusiastically and was greeted with the customary smile that people get on their face when the meet the charismatic tramp.
“Please, call me Steve.”
The waiter was already ushering the men to their table
“Well then, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Steve. It’s not everyday one gets to do fine dining with such a handsome superhero.”
They were shown to the candle-lit table in the corner and given menu’s  and Jack asked for a bottle of champagne to go with their meal.
Steve chucked at his comment
“I see your reputation is not without warrant, Captain Harkness.”
Jack was already leaning forward over the table studying the other man with a gleam in his eyes.
“I have a reputation? And please call me Jack.”
Steve took a sip of his drink.
“Yes, in fact, just before I came I was warned about your… Charming and erotic nature.” Jack laughed
“And you still came! I’m impressed!”
The Captain smiled
“Well, I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge.”
Jack was now thoroughly captivated with the super soldier
“Then why do I get the impression that I’m the one who is going to be given a challenge tonight?”
The waiter came up with a fresh bottle of champagne and took their orders, Steve ordered enough for three people at least and Jack ordered food that he could eat and keep up thorough examination of his date. The waiter (Whom Jack was already “Familiar” with) winked at jack as he passed the table obviously giving him congratulations on his current interest but Jack could tell he was also a little jealous of the Captain.
“Was he not up for the challenge?”
Steve said gesturing slightly to the dark haired waiter, smiling. Jack smiled, slightly blushing, this guy was sharp.
“Well, you know what they say.”
He chucked a little nervously.
“don’t kiss and tell.”
The rest of their meal was going on Jack’s list of best conversations, they actually had a lot in common, from being in the army to taste in music. The Captain was intelligent, quick witted and was easy to turn beat red with a comment. Jack bounced around from actual conversations that he usually never dealt with during these dates and being back just consistently trying to charm and woo the man in front of him. He was certainly a challenge, he blushed easy but his affection was difficult to gain and he stayed true to the standards of a man from the forties even though he obviously held incredibly modern viewpoints.
When asked why exactly he even agreed to go out on a blind date with all of his other responsibilities, Steve blushed again and explained
“ Well, my colleagues, Natasha and Clint, are always trying to get me back out in the dating world and apparently they both agreed that you would be an “Interesting adventure” for me, so here I am.”
Jack thought about the names and then laughed as it hit him
“Yeah I bet they did, those two, I swear. So were they wrong?”
Steve looked at him as if it were a trick question
“Well, I’m very glad that I came and didn’t chicken out, like I was about to do.”
Jack held up his hand for a toast
“So am I, Steve Rogers. So am I.”
At the end of their meal, and during a conversation about future plans, Jack tensed up as he heard the distinct whiring sound that the T.A.R.D.I.S makes when it lands and looked around quickly as Steve looked at him questionably
“Everything alright?
Jack was still looking around
“Yeah, yeah I just thought I heard-”
Then he saw him, The Doctor peeking around the kitchen door.
“Heard what?”
 He looked back at the Captain in front of him
“ Um, the sound of a… friend of mine’s old ride.”
Steve didn’t get it but he shrugged it off, nonetheless and then excused himself from the table as his emergency phone beeped from his pocket, Jack said something flirty and then smiled as he walked out of the restaurant.
Jack turned around making wild shooing gestures at the wide eyed Doctor who apparently just figured out what was going on and completely ignoring the disapproving looks he was getting from the rest of the building, walked quickly to where Jack and Steve’s table was in a fit like Jack had never seen.
“Captain America! Really Jack?! You can’t flirt with Captain America!”
 Jack looked offended.
“And why not?”
“Because he’s Captain America, one of the greatest human beings in the history of Earth and you-- Well, you’re you!”
“So!”
Jack was smiling, happy that he had finally found someone that The Doctor deemed out of Captain Jack Harkness’s reach. The Doctor made an exasperated noise and sat down, defeated by insatiable sex drive of his old companion.
“Now, can you possibly leave, he’s going to be back any minute and I was hoping that I could show him around Torchwood.”
 He raised his eyebrows insinuatingly. The Doctor stared at him and then said dryly
“He’s Captain America, Jack, he’s not going to sleep with you after one date.”
Jack shrugged his shoulders
“You never know.”
The Doctor stood up
“I’m pretty sure about this, jack.”
Jack was about to make a response when Steve returned, smiling, the Doctor ran forward to greet him
“Cap! My old friend, how are you?”
They didn’t shake hands and instead Steve just walked up and gave the much thinner man a hug, Jack’s mouth opened in shock.
“Wait, you two know each other?”
The Doctor smiled, one hand on Cap’s shoulder.
“Captain Rogers and I have traveled a bit together.”
Jack narrowed his eyes at the Timelord’s smug smile. However, as usual Jack had a comeback plan and he stood up excitedly, pushing himself between the Captain and the Doctor.
“Well then, Steve, since you know the Doctor, you know the T.A.R.D.I.S, How about we all take a quick trip? I know some beautiful places that would be amazing for an after dinner walk.”
 Steve looked at the Doctor who was looking at Jack with an annoyed expression
“It’s up to The Doctor.”
He turned and smiled
“Of course I’ll give you guys a ride, it would be my pleasure.”
he said through slightly clenched teeth. Steve nodded excitedly
“Sounds great!”
Then before they left for the T.A.R.D.I.S he went to the counter and paid the bill. While he was at the counter The Doctor leaned over and whispered annoyed into Jack’s ear
“Just one trip, okay? I am not going to be the third wheel in your endeavor to sleep with the epitome of purity. Just one planet, that’s all because I like you guys.”
He just continued to smile and then opened his arms as Steve returned and the Doctor went ahead of them to the T.A.R.D.I.S. once they reached the doors and the Doctor was already inside Jack leaned in smoothly for a kiss which Steve politely rejected with a turn of his head and a half smile
“You’re going to have to work a little harder than that.”
Jack heard the triumphant and amused
“AHA!”
from inside the ship and Jack winked at Steve
“Well, the night’s not over yet.”

I may have miscalculated

I don't know if this post has a point.. but if it did I think it would be a positive one so it's worth randomness that often comes with the clarity of springtime.

So maybe last week wasn't the pretty pretty new beginning that I was hoping for but that's okay because today is and I think that it's all going to start looking up this week, hopefully, I mean I can't be completely sure but lets face it, it's time, I'm really done with all of this feeling like crap thing that's been going on for weeks, it's just a pain. But I'm pretty sure that things are going to start being great, it could be the weather... It's probably the weather... It's seriously beautiful out here. I'm actually outside in this wonderful atmosphere and it just makes everything perfect, I mean, even other peoples faces are just ten times more beautiful in this non- M***** F****** freezing F****** death trap of misery that was winter. I wish that was all just for comedy effect but seriously.. I'm so F****** sick of the cold.

But it's all good because It's relatively warm out here and I'm feeling great and that's all that matters. I even had the most average day, too and I had to take two Anatomy and Physiology tests but I just cannot be brought down in this sunny mood, It's amazing.

I'm so happy, I don'y even know what to write about right now, i just want to keep blabbing on about the weather because it's wonderful yet it's horrible how the weather has such a massive effect on one's well being. Literally, something beyond my control was making me feel crappy, it's frustrating but that's just life getting used to being completely without control in some aspect of the delicate balance that makes up our bodies. It sucks being out of control but I suppose it sucks more that something we can't fight can bring us down, especially for Geminis, we hate being brought back down to earth, hate anything that rains on our parade so we're used to ignoring negativity but unfortunately we can't fight something like the weather. If anyone is interested in that little nugget of information about Geminis, there you are :)

There has been a lot of times during the past few weeks that I have felt absolutely worthless and as if I could do better but over here on the other side of winter, I want to mention that I'm actually quite proud of myself and how I handled a rut, mostly because, although I didn't write as much as I should normally, I DID write no matter how hard and I kept up the belief that every new day was going to be a little bit better than the day before, most of the time I was wrong.. But that's not the point! The point is; even when nothing feels alright, just keep on telling yourself that the next day will be better. A rut is a temporary thing and therefore should yield temporary consequences (Not counting the character building that can come with a crappy time in life)

However, Thank the Goddess, Ororo Munroe for ... Well Ororo Munroe and all of those amazing fictional characters that are always there for us when we're in a pothole. Those incredible, made up human beings, aliens, angels and anything else that I'm not mentioning that make us smile and make us cry, most of the time... At the same time. But I believe that sobbing over a fictional character is the best way to feel and express pain so, honestly, what would people struggling to make it through do without the heroes in storybooks and movies?

Also, what the H*** would we do without the SHIPS? The SHips, oh those amazing gay goofballs characters that control our lives, we love you!!

Speaking of... Here's a bunch of Skimmons (Skye/Simmons/AoS) fanfictions that are absolutely wonderful and I'm feeling so good that I won't put any angst down, I'll just stick with the fluff :) Anyway, they're all short so they won't take to much time to read. NOTE: I did not write any of these and these characters don't belong to us but we love them like they were our own. Enjoy!

1. "Kissing It Better" So So So sweet and I have a personnel weakness for the kiss lists :)
2. "some schematics showing me your front to back and in between" Valentines day fic from Jemma's POV
3. "Be My Valentine?" This is precious. That is all. Excuse me while I go cry from cuteness precious...
4. "Terminology (Noun)" Basically, Jemma is adorable fanfic. Enjoy
5. "Anything For You" Okay... Teensy weensy bit of angst or at least some good hurt/comfort but mostly fluff!

And Yes... I used this GIF...

Allons-y Morning!!!

I like mornings, no, I LOVE mornings, they are seriously my favorite time of the day and I just want to give them some credit for being such an amazing part of life. Now, I know that not that many people agree with me, on the contrary, most people hate any time before 12 O' Clock but not all of us, in fact for some of us, mornings are the reason to keep going to bed. For me, I like to get up as early as possible in order to make the mornings a little bit longer, basically like night people will stay up late and then sleep in except I go to bed early and wake up early. It's worth it in my opinion because I just love that fresh time right after you've slept and you haven't dealt with life yet.

My vision tends to get blurred rather early, in other words, the afternoon is when I start to lose my interest in life, everything is more beautiful in the morning when the world hasn't begun to make noise or pollute. It's a fresh beginning and completely separate from the day before. I know this is a physical thing but I still have never been understand anyone who hates mornings, I have never understood when exactly their life starts, is it, like when the sun goes down? Even then, that's not really a start, I mean they've already had to deal with life. My time of day is completely neutral, I haven't been corrupted by life yet and I am in a state of complete bliss because I don't have to figure my current mood out until everyone else is awake, so from the time I get out of bed until someone else wakes up I'm just enjoying life at its most simple, no problems, no plans, and no voices, it's just me and my Mountain Dew and Whatever I want to do while nobody cares what I'm doing. 

 

One of the best things about mornings has nothing to with me and I often wonder if the rest of the people who are sleeping in know that they are literally missing the most beautiful time of day, man, especially in the spring and summer. It's that time of day when you can walk out your door into absolute perfect fresh air that is left over from darkness. Mornings are when the world outside is bright and cleaned from dew or just the lack of sunlight, it never gets old, and it's the best time of day to go outside right as the sun is coming up and write in a journal or draw or absolutely anything that you want to do in the perfect air. It's a lot like the air that surrounds you just as the sun has gone down except it's even less spent than that, It's rested just like your attitude, eyes, and mind.

Simon and I bicker about this probably a lot more than we should and this extreme difference has caused a lot of issues with communication and our plans because I'm always ready to go and do something around 8 or 9 in the morning but at that point she's probably sleeping and even if she does get up in time to do something before ten in the morning, it's a sure bet that she's going to be in a terrible mood until at least 11 which can make it hard because at that point I'm in the best mood of the day. On the other hand, she loves doing things after three O' clock in the afternoon and I'm up for it but by that time I'm already feeling my energy leaving me and chances are the later we're out the less I care about my demeanor or attitude because there comes a point in the afternoon where I just have stopped caring. We've gotten much better at planning around our opposite schedule but that doesn't mean our times don't still clash from time to time. 

So, there you have it, my little rant on mornings, It just seemed like such a perfect thing to talk about because it's afternoon now and I should have written this after I woke up because I cared more then than I do now, it can be irritating being a morning person but seeing how so many people struggle before 11, I am very thankful to be able to wake up at 4 in the morning ready to take on the world.