Text to Fitz:
Eli: You left some of your shit here.
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Text to Fitz:
Eli: You left some of your shit here.
Smother || itzallaboutfitz
Eli: turned as he woke, twisting from his back to his stomach, then to his side. It wasn't as though he'd forgotten Mark was there, as if he could. The main gave a chainsaw competition in terms of noisiness, his snore loud enough to wake the entire apartment complex. But there was always a dose of skepticism- of fleeting forgetfulness upon waking with him right there, his large frame taking up slightly more than half the bed. Fitz wasn't an innately comforting person, but he never failed to get Eli to sleep more peacefully, making it through the night without the usual restless toss and turn routine. There was a safety that came with being around him, even if it hadn't always been that way. Eli had already come to terms with the fact that their unconventional relationship would never make rational sense, having gone from avoiding the man like the plague, to imploring him to visit for as long as possible. All he knew was that in the recent days and weeks, affection was growing for him, the intensity of it tripling every time they were together. Having him there for however long was more than he could have asked for, but selfishly, Eli knew it'd never be enough. Shifting over a bit closer to Mark, he watched as he lied perfectly still, caught in a deep sleep. It wasn't often that he caught a completely peaceful expression on the man's face but there it was, making him look far more docile and kind than he usually made himself out to be. Reaching up gently, his fingertips brushed along his head, weaving between his short strands of hair to wake him. "Time to snap out of your hibernation." he spoke quietly, trying to rouse him gently from his slumber.
Looking or Partners
Hi, so I guess I'm looking for a couple more people since a couple of my current partners have disappeared. I now have a section for dream plots on my page, it's only got a couple on it right now but if you're interested in either of them let me know!
If not that's okay, you could check back later since I will be adding more later, or you could just come talk and bounce some ideas off each other for something different.
Ships
KatiexFitz
BeckyxFitz
MayaxFitz < only if she's older
pretty open as long as there is chemistry
I will also write slash
Text || Fitz (itzallaboutfitz)
Azalea: Are you still in Kingston?
text: itzallaboutfitz
Clare: Hey.
Text || Fitz (itzallaboutfitz)
Azalea: Hey stranger.
Clitz
Name: Fallon Marie Fitzgerald
Gender: Female
General Appearance:
Personality: Smart, Somewhat of a trouble maker.
Special Talents: She likes to write stories but never shows anyone.
Who they like better: About even between Fitz and Clare
Who they take after more: Fitz.
Personal Head canon: The Tomboy
Face Claim: Kristen Stewart