My first dip into AoS fanfiction. It's not a traditional story, but more an attempt to humorously express my frustration through the eyes of Jemma.

Rated T for language.

Disclaimer: I don't own Agents of Shield or the characters. Also English isn't my native tongue.

Ever since I told Fitz about Will, I've been trying to find a way to let him know I love him. I can't just straight up tell him. It's right there on the first page of the handbook the writers gave me on angsty pairings. I give him my phone hoping he will see the video I made. I hope he can decipher the meaning behind my words.

Later he gives me an out. One I quickly turn down. I ask him what we should do about it, hoping he gets the clue. He doesn't. He doesn't kiss me. It was a perfect moment for a perfect kiss. Then I recall page two of the handbook. Stupid rules. Yes, I said it. I, Jemma Simmons, for whom rules gives structure and meaning, hate these stupid rules.

A few days pass and the guilt is eating me up. Even knowing how I feel, he still soldiers on in our quest like nothing has changed. In the midst of a quarrel on our past vague admissions of love and obstacles of cosmic proportions, he asks me. Do I love Will? I hesitate long enough for the writers in my ear to speak. "Say yes". So I do, but I'm not happy about it. Apparently it's perfectly okay to admit you love the other guy, elevating the angst level to unbearable. I can practically hear the writers rubbing their hands together in an evil gesture, pleased with the situation.

I snap out of it as Fitz is ranting about how perfect Will is. How he saved me. How he did everything right and I want grab him by his shoulders and shake him. I want to shout from the top of my lungs that I love him too. Fuck, I really hate that book. In a desperate attempt to get my feelings across I parallel his words about Will.

"And you dove through a hole in the universe for me".

That seemed to do the trick, because the next thing I know, he is kissing me. It's not perfect but I'll take it. When he pulls away, I take the chance to show him how I feel. I pull him back in. As we rest our foreheads together, I hope this means we have taken a step forward.

"We're cursed", he says. ARGH! I let out a frustrated groan and swear that someday, when I get the chance, I will burn the damn handbook! Fitz's too.

I hope you liked it. Don't forget to tell me how much in a review! :)