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This has been unofficial for a while, but I didn't want to just completely drop off the face of the earth without telling you guys.
I've been having some trouble with Fitz for a lot longer than I'd like to admit. The muse is there, I just can't make him do anything. Which is really frustrating, because I was working with some lovely people here. I can't say when I'll be able to come back, but I want you all to know that I do plan to.
Oh, it’s plain and it’s a shame I’m not the man I used to be
Okay, everyone’s freaking out about the possibility of Simmons being brainwashed in the future.
but were you not listening when they said they wanted her to work on that floor?
With them?
aka doing the brainwashing to other people?
So I'm probably going to try to write up an open for dark!Fitz. I know I have a few Jemmas interested, but really anyone who wants it can grab it when I put it up.
brightestbiochemist replied to your post:Dark!Fitz is something I didn’t know I needed...
I volunteer as tribute!
I already knew that, Kate. You're the one I was talking to when I got this idea.
Dark!Fitz is something I didn't know I needed until now.
"You’re almost there, Fitz, you’ve got it. I know you do. Would you like me to be quiet?"
"Yes. I need you to just... shhh. So I can focus. I can do this, Simmons. I know I can. I don't need you... I don't need you telling me I can. I know I can. I know I can..."
"It’s fine, Fitz. Everyone makes mistakes. You got there in the end and that’s what matters."
"But I should've caught it," Fitz repeated softly, looking over the readings. He hated that he was missing things now. He never used to miss things like this.
"I think I drank too much."
"Oh, Fitz. How much did you drink?”
His lack of an answer didn’t give her vast amounts of hope. She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed under her breath. ”I’m not cleaning it up,” she finally said. ”You and Skye are.”
Fitz groaned and let his head fall back so he was looking up a the ceiling. That had been a bad idea as it caused everything to spin. "We'll do it in the mornin', Simmons."
A weak smile made its way to her face as she busied herself in the kitchen. Within a few more minutes, she had a small sandwich with Fitz’s name on it, figuratively speaking. After a short search to locate his painkillers, she made her way to his bunk, knocking lightly.
Fitz was curled on his bunk, his blanket pulled up over his head to try to block out all light. He groaned softly at the sound of the knock, but since he was expecting Jemma, he pushed himself up off the bed and pulled the door open. "Hey," he murmured, going straight back to the bed and plopping down on it. "Did you find the pills?"
Just an update about stuff with me. This blog is pretty much active only on Tuesdays, because those are the days I can actually coax my muse out. You can get ahold of me easily on my Darcy account, which is tasedagod, or you can get my on Skype. My username is available if you message me.
Raise your hand if you’re not emotionally prepared for tonight’s AOS episode
Trip summing up the fandom right now (via left-twix)
*But damn, this is gonna crush Fitz.
YES THIS IS WHAT I AM HERE FOR. MACK BEING AWESOME. HELPING FITZ BY TREATING HIM NORMALLY AND YELLING AT ANYONE WHO PISSES HIM OFF.
"You are getting better, Fitz. Everyday.”
"It's still... It's still hard. And no one else seems to see it."
