#itzallaboutfitz

[written-by-eli-blog]

Text to Fitz:

Eli: You left some of your shit here.

[azaleatheworthy]

Text || Fitz (itzallaboutfitz)

Azalea: Are you still in Kingston?

[captivatingedwards]

text: itzallaboutfitz

Clare: Hey.

[xoheartalli-blog]

[kathrynmats-blog]

itzallaboutfitz said: Water, and some advil. Or a cold compress on the back of your neck.

Wow... Actual helpful advice... Thanks. I wouldn't expect that coming from you. I mean, if all of the rumors are true.

[written-by-eli-blog]

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.

[weevilswobble]

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

[azaleatheworthy]

Text || Fitz (itzallaboutfitz)

Azalea: Hey stranger.

[captivatingedwards]

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

[xoheartalli-blog]

itzallaboutfitz started following you

Hey Fitz

[written-by-eli-blog]

Text to Fitz:

Eli: What's the longest relationship you've ever been in? That is, assuming you've actually dated someone before.

Eli: Oh, and hi. I always forget to greet you properly when I text you.

[weevilswobble]

http://itzallaboutfitz.tumblr.com/ask

[azaleatheworthy]

Text || Fitz (itzallaboutfitz)

Azalea: I miss you :(

[captivatingedwards]

We meet again || Clare and Fitz

Upon arriving to the military base in Kingston, Ontario, Clare couldn't help but be a bit excited as she was finally about to get her break on doing a  story for the Interpreter. She knew some of the editors were still a bit worry about her since they had remembered the incident that she was involved in a few years ago when she had interned with them for a high school project. Since then things had been straightened out and Asher was fired when Clare and a few of the other interns from years before had finally confessed of his oncoming advances and harassment towards the young girls. 

Now at the age of twenty two, Clare Edwards had just finished her last year studying Journalism at the University of Toronto. Her passion for journalism had grown since she was in high school. Being able to write stories that hundreds or even thousands of peoples could read and have the possibility of changing their point of view on a subject or make them cry from being emotional drove Clare to become a great journalist. As she waited in line for her badge and I.D. to be checked, her mind flashed back to the conversation she had had with the Editor in Chief of the Interpreter.  Clare knew that she would give it her all for this article, especially since it was a subject she was so passionate about. 

Even though Clare didn't know any one personally in the military, she had read many articles about Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder within all soldiers. The facts and stories she had read over the years had simply made the young adult's heart ache. Clare wanted to shed light on the face that these men and women are risking their lives to fight for what they have at home. If society is allowing them to struggle without help, what does that say about the people the soldiers are trying to help? Is society being selfish by letting them deal with this on their own or are they going to man up and help those who are making sure we can stay living our way of life. 

As she reached the front of the line, Clare smiled warmly at the soldiers that took in her I.D. and badge, checking her in. With a soft voice she kindly thanked all of them for their service in which they all smiled back and thanked her. Making her way through the military base, Clare had found the psychiatric ward where she knew she had to meet up with the head therapist to have a few discussions and interviews with. Seeing that there was a line waiting to see the therapist, Clare silently found an empty chair and began to wait her turn. 

Looking around, Clare couldn't help but to stare at the soldiers that occupied all the other chairs in the small waiting room. They all had the same look in their eyes. The look where all innocents in themselves had been taken away. Her eyes flickered to one soldier that sat directly in front of her. He was hunched over, elbows on his knees, head down and he seemed to be playing with his dog tags. He gave off that aura of not wanting to be there. Clare couldn't help but to have a feeling of familiarity with this unknown shoulder. It wasn't until he moved in his seat to stretch his back was when she caught glimpse of his face. Clare's eyes widen as she immediately recognized who it was that sat right across from her. "Fitz?" 

[its-beebaby]

The Ravine || itzallaboutfitz

Bee: just finished getting ready to go out and meet Fitz at the ravine. She hadn't seen Fitz in a while and she always seemed to have a good time at the Ravine and that's what he was looking for, so how could she turn him down? She slipped her leather jacket on and made her way out to her car. She drove to the ravine and parked her car in a lot that was nearby. Bianca began to walk through the woods and scanned the area to see if Fitz was already there. She didn't see him so she continued to walk off to the corner, she leaned up against a tree and took her phone out to scroll through some texts.