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[whydoyouthinkileft]

@dontohfitzme

'... No wonder Johnson keeps herself away from the base, I wouldn't want her after me either... I heard she was already a weird one before, but now she's just dangerous. She lost her mind wherever she was, what is the Director thinking?'

Jemma knew that agents who barely knew them wouldn't understand her friendship with Daisy, she knew that Daisy was busy with her inhuman team and not avoiding her, she visited whenever she could and knew that Jemma was comfortable when alone with Leo, but after accidentally eavesdropping them she found that her heart didn't care about rationality. She didn't care about anything at all. So after a long crying - she might not be sure she was really there but the pain felt real enough - she came back to her room where she knew Leo to be asleep, having dozed off on the armchair hours before, and instead of going to her bed she sat at the feet of the armchair he occupied, wanting to be close to someone she trusted not to hurt her. She was so tired between meds and crying that she fell asleep soon after, with her head resting against his knee.

[whydoyouthinkileft]

[whispers in ear] I want to do the dirtiest things to you. {pass on to the first 10 blogs on your dash and see their reaction}

@dontohfitzme nsfw - ish 

Her intake of breath was loud, she knew it but she couldn’t help it, too caught up in what he had just said in the way that only a confident Fitz could get from her. She turned her head to look at him in the eyes, or tried, her gaze falling immediately on his lips as her own parted but she wasn’t able to make another sound, not yet, her mind going silent like it always did when he teased her, let alone now. “Do you?” she whispered breathlessly, and that was all she could get out, mind still blank. 

[superspyxward-blog]

"Stay with me. Come on, just a little longer." [angst and pain? what angst and pain?]

@dontohfitzme​

Meme: Dying Starters

Status: No Longer Accepting

                   BREATHING hadnever been as much of a chore as it was in that moment. Every inhale and exhalefelt like the act of dragging a coil of barbed wire through his airways. Grating,wounding, cutting. But even though staying and breathing did more harm thangood, Ward didn’t think, even for just one second, to give up and do theopposite. At least not  y e t.

                   Time and timeagain, the Hydra leader had come face to face with Death. It could even be saidthat at this point---especially after Kara died and he’d bid farewell to thecaution he prided himself on a lifetime ago---meeting the Reaper would besimilar to greeting an old friend. And in all those times he’d looked theReaper in its hollow eyes after Agent 33’s death, he’d thought he was ready togo. After all, he had fulfilled all of the promises he’d given, he’d tied allthe loose ends. But right then, as he took another ragged breath while hebathed in a pool of his own blood, he could not think about all the people hehad successfully served, he could not focus on all his fulfilled promises, no.What flashed in his mind wasn’t the life he’d lived---unlike what those storiesalways said. What he saw in fast succession were the years he could have stilllived, the people he was leaving behind. One by one, as he stared at Fitz, the Scotsman’s desperate voicecradling the string of could-have-been’s, he thought about the tomorrows thatwould no longer arrive.

◤    Hydra breaking out of its old reputation andbecoming an organization they    could be proud of.

   Their ‘interns’---not really internsanymore---becoming some of the most    respected Hydra agents that would helptheir family prosper and remain    tight-knit.

   FitzSimmons finally living the life theydeserved---a life together. Maybe    even a kid or two, genius little childrenthat would frolic in the lab, hopefully    running to Ward when they’d see himarrive and calling him uncle.

   The bad memories of the past not forgotten,but overshadowed with good    ones.

   Ward being forgiven for the mistakes he didn’tmean to make...

   Ward belonging to something again...

   Ward having the family he’d always unknwoingly wished for...                                                                                                                                 ◢

                   There couldhave been more HAPPY moments... but instead, Ward would not get to live longenough to witness them happen.

                   Stay with me... just a little longer...Fitz said and though Ward wanted to believe and hope that the engineer’s wordscould be true, he knew he could not lie both to himself or to the otherman. His  e n d   was coming, it was only a matter of how many minutes he still hadleft before it happened.

                   “W---we don’t...have t---time... C---come here...” With weakness holding his limbs hostage, theonly coaxing gesture Ward could muster was a pathetic curl of three of hisfingers.

                   “I’ve----I’vegot things t---to say...” Pain wrenched at his chest as he let the words out,both from the emotional TURMOIL it brought upon him and the physical EXERTIONit caused to his already weakening body. But he knew he HAD to tell Fitz all ofthese things. He wasn’t ready to go, but perhaps after he’d said them, he mightbegin to be.

[whydoyouthinkileft]

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It started easy enough. Fitz had repaired her phone and Jemma had decided to listen to the recordings, both because she felt it might give her some sort of closure, nothing left related to her time 'there' apart from that, and because she hadn't always been lucid and was curious to hear what they sounded like now that she was relatively stable. She could also collect some data from the things she had described - the battery had lasted longer than a regular one, perks of being so close to a genius engineer and a hacker who knew all the tricks. The first ones sounded confident, if a bit hysterical, her faith in Fitz finding her being expressed over and over in each one of them; and she had been right, of course. Just wrong on how quickly it could make it happen. The euphory from the first hunt, saving herself from starving to death.

And then she had gotten hurt. The pain in her voice reminded her of the scars on her back. The horror, the fear, made her realize it was a bad idea to listen as soon as she started to speak of the creatures that had attacked her at night - she had woken when one had started bloody eating her, leaving the marks on the side that Fitz had seen, injecting some sort of toxin that would have kept her from noticing if she hadn't been lucky - but by then Jemma couldn't stop, any pretense to be writing down new data gone, and she heard her past self sob about not being able to take it anymore. She mentioned the plant holding her wrist too, and how she had almost started cutting her hand off to free herself but another creature had arrived and gotten eaten first, making the vines let go, her voice shaking but resolute, harsher. And then, of course, the despair. "This is hell..." Closing her eyes, she heard herself beg for Fitz to come after that, more or less delirious by then, and barely remembered those first words to be caused by the blood loss, the last wounds she had gotten all over her abdomen, the rest of the registration nothing that she could recall saying: pleading to die, pleading to be saved, pleading for Fitz because she didn't want to go like that, she was scared and wanted to go home. Promising - bargaining - that she wouldn’t disappoint him anymore, that she wouldn’t hide things from him, that she would do things right if he could just get her out of there. Apologizing, because it was all her fault. Getting mad at herself, at the Monolith, at Coulson, at that planet. Laughing, because what else could she do? And then afraid, because it was getting even darker and the creatures would come and she had to move, drag herself away from there.  More lucid, short recordings, her voice tired, until the last one, in which she sounded almost normal. “The battery is almost... over. This is it. I don’t think you’ll ever hear these messages, which is probably for the best... but in the event of anyone ever finding this phone, Fitz... I love you. I really do. I am so sorry... I wish we had had more time... I really wanted to go to that dinner... But hey, talking to you like this... it kept me going. You always made me want to keep fighting, you always gave me hope... you are my hero. My best friend. More than that. And I know you won’t give up on finding me easily, but I still hope you’ll find in yourself the strength to move on, live life for me too. I want you happy, Fitz. More than anything. And I love you. I love you.”  A click and it was over. Jemma didn’t even realize she was crying again.  

[snowballkissjess-blog]

imagines fitz meeting mike and being protective of jess and mike just like “ok lmao” and jess “fitz pls you’re tiny”

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I think about the fact that Jess would’ve probably followed Fitz to HYDRA with little hesitation sometimes

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“Yeah…you’re going to have to repeat that” Clara exclaimed, ruffling her hair slightly with the tips of her fingers as she looked at the figure in front of her with a slight confused look, clicking her rarely worn heels together. It wasn’t much like the brunette to miss or even ignore what someone had said, but it seemed in recent events her mind was elsewhere.