#pastyfitz

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Collarbone Kiss @pastyfitz

Curled up against him, Jemma was starting to get impatient. She had tried to get his attention a couple of times, although maybe a bit too subtly - because she had no excuse to give him for wanting him to drop his papers beside the fact that she wanted to kiss him, and she didn't want to say that - and he had told her to wait five minutes.Which she had. Gathering all her courage, she tightened the arm that she had left around his middle, wondering if he was using the excuse of work to stay there with her too, and snuggled closer, "Fitz," she murmured, placing a kiss against his shoulder, "Fitz, enough working," her lips moved towards his neck, and there were enough open buttons for her to manage to press her lips against his collarbone.

[dxggersoflight]

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☾ Meme☾ Accepting

Coming from such a huge X-Men fan this might sound almost blasphemic, but I don’t hate Bendis. I mean, yes, I’m not a fan of his X-Men or other mainstream 616 books because they do go way off character sometimes, but I don’t think he’s a terrible writer. I love some of his stuff from the Ultimates Universe (I mean, he’s the reason my bratty ults!Tandy exists and I adore her) and I like a lot of the shows and other media he has consulted on. He can do some really good work, but for some reason just didn’t seem to pull that off in the 616 books that much...

[xmarksthescott]

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love yourself! Don’t believe what some dick on the internet tells you because lets be real: it’s disturbing how fast people run to a personal attack. Gosh nothing gets on my nerves more than people having a civil discussion and out of NOWHERE someone is slinging personal attacks. They don’t know you. They don’t know who you are and some random on the internet isn’t a judge of your personal character.

[bubblybritishbiochemist]

@pastyfitz

“What is that smell? Fitz! Is something on fire?”

[thermxdynamicsarchived-blog]

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Send me  🏨  for my muse’s reaction to yours crawling into bed with them      @pastyfitz //Accepting

Jemma rolled onto her back and squinted at the sudden presence in her bed. Her first attempt to speak was a garbled murmur since she’d been both crying and sleeping and had dried herself out. Then she cleared her throat and swallowed. “Fitz, what...?” she mumbled.

[thermxdynamicsarchived-blog]

 @pastyfitz​

Jemma was practically sprinting as she finally reached the gate of the school, teddy bear-patterned scrubs flapping wetly against her legs from the three puddles she’d accidentally stepped in on the way. She gasped for breath, clutching her bag tightly and looking around for her son. No sign, of course, on a day like this. She mustered her pride and stepped into the school to find him.

First class on the left, she remembered, and there he was. “Alex, I’m sorry!” she sighed, dropping to her knees to give the boy a hug as he rushed her. There were dried tears on his face, poor little dove. “Oh, my darling, I didn’t mean to be so late, but there was a patient at the hospital -- well, it’s a very funny story and I know you’ll laugh blue once we get home, won’t you? Where’s-?” She used her thumbs to dry her son’s tears away and turned to look for the teacher so no one would think the boy had been abducted. “Mister Fitz, are you here?”

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                       @pastyfitz LIKED FOR A THING.

                      “i really wish it hadn’t come to this fitz.                       i nearly managed to avoid this particular situation,                          but your boss just doesn’t know when to stop.               so now, jemma will pay the consequences of his actions.”

[madeofmirages-blog]

@pastyfitz 

Hands slammed against the white shell that was keeping her contained, fists pounding as tears fell from her eyes. She was scared and alone and confused. This was all so new and weird and, well, would anyone like being put in a jail cell without knowing what was happening? Evan leaned against one of the walls and slid to the ground burying her face in her hands. No one was talking to her or telling her what was happening. Then footsteps graced her ears and she looked up to the port window, hoping to find someone with some answers.