#*chortles*

!!!

There's so much about this that’s simply hilarious, the most obvious of course being that it’s so at odds with the story that TFATWS...let's say...attempted (?) to tell. Honestly, this is so bizarre it almost circles back to becoming rather pointed commentary on itself. 

Dirty Designing - a FitzSimmons Dirty Dancing AU

Rating: M                             Chapters: 7/15 Relationships: Leo Fitz/Jemma Simmons, "Mack" Mackenzie/Elena “Yoyo” Rodriguez Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - 1960s, AU - Teenagers, AU - Summer Camp, AU - Dirty Dancing Fusion, Summer Romance, POV Jemma Simmons, Dancing, Kissing, Romantic Fluff, Making Out

Summary: When men scoff at seventeen-year-old Jemma Simmons for entering the science fair at her summer resort, she refuses to be pushed aside. Fellow teen and resident gadget guy Leo Fitz isn't allowed to sign up because he's resort staff, so she suggests they team up. And maybe it's just the summer air, but the longer they work together, the more it seems like there's something else heating up between them.

{ You can find the full artwork above, done by the incredibly talented @eclecticmuses, here! }

From this chapter:

Before Jemma could follow Elena to the two chairs at the opposite side of the room, her eyes landed on a photograph she hadn’t noticed the last time she’d been in here. The image was of a much younger Elena, arms thrown around a young man who looked to be about her age at the time. A clear family resemblance hung around the wry tilt of their mouths and the point of their chins, and Jemma’s eyebrows rose in surprise. 

“You have a brother?” 

Letting out something between a sigh and a low laugh, Elena dropped onto one of the armchairs. “No, that’s my cousin Francisco. He died three years ago. A little more than that, actually.”

“Oh,” Jemma exclaimed, cheeks heating instantly up, and she wrapped both hands nervously around the large book. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean –”

“It’s okay,” Elena interrupted, “you didn’t know.”

“Still,” Jemma mumbled, moving over to lower herself sheepishly into the other chair. “I’m sorry he’s... you look quite close.” 

Glancing over at the picture, Elena let a pained smile flit across her face. “Yes. He was... mi mejor amigo. My... best friend.” With a low exhale, she forced herself to turn back to Jemma. “I’ve been wanting to talk to you. About Fitz.”

That, my anonymous friend, is a surprise.

God acting for movies must be so awkard if that’s how it sounds when they’re recording, they wouldn’t have all the movie noise around to make it less, echoey and cringey.

let’s stop the Kl- trend