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biochemgenius:

          jemma was up nearly all night, only leaving skye’s side to run tests of her blood to try and get a better understanding of the miracle drug they used to save her life.   none of it made any sense, the biochemist couldn’t figure it out.   coulson wouldn’t give her any answers, which grew more frustrating as the hours passed and fitz was just as clueless as jemma was.   regardless of what the GH-325 was, jemma was just relieved that they wouldn’t be losing an important member of their team.   besides trying to figure out the origin of this mysterious drug, there was something else that had jemma’s brain sporadic state   ;   and that was all of these feelings coming to the surface.   feelings she didn’t quite understand.   the female scientist had come to the realization within the past forty-eight hours that perhaps her sentiment for skye ran deeper than just friendship.   maybe she was overthinking things, but she couldn’t ignore the fact that her heart felt a different kind of way towards the woman who was nearly just killed.            she didn’t even remember falling asleep   ;   she must have passed out from exhaustion having been awake for so long.   shifting a bit, jemma slowly awakened to find that she fell asleep right at the side of skye’s bed, heavy head lifting gently from the edge of the mattress so that she wouldn’t wake skye.   had she even been awake yet?   jemma could imagine the girl was exhausted too, but she just wished she would wake up so that she knew for sure there weren’t any negative side effects to this drug coulson seemed to be so freaked out about.            rubbing her tired eyes and letting a hand reach back to her own neck, massaging the kinks she developed from sleeping in such an awkward position, her eyes met the other woman who seemed to still be sleeping.   her coloration, though she was still quite pale, was improving.   that was good.   she no longer looked as though she was already long dead and white as a ghost.   checking her vitals, everything was still stable and she reached forward to gently place her hand over skye’s, softly stroking her skin with her thumb,   “ i’m so glad i didn’t lose you, “   she whispered quietly, unaware that skye was listening,   “ please don’t ever scare me like that again.. “

Skye felt Simmons stir, but didn’t open her eyes just yet, it eased the headache to keep her eyes closed for now, and if Simmons thought she was still sleeping, she might allow herself to get some rest as well. So really, it was a win-win, wasn’t it?  

But then she felt a cold hand over own, and it sent a chill up her arm that nearly made her shiver. It was cold, but so soft, and so comforting that now Skye was afraid to move just so she didn’t startle her friend and take her hand away. She was torn between keeping completely still, and turning her palm over to thread their fingers together -- but that would have been weird, right? 

Her train of thought completely derailed when she heard her friend’s voice. There was so much raw emotion there in her tone that caught her by surprise and nearly made her lose her breath. For not the first time since being a part of Coulson’s team, Skye was overwhelmed with the sense of belonging, and being wanted. It wasn’t something she was particularly used to. Sure, she had her old boyfriend, and she had some friends within the Rising Tide. But any of them wouldn’t care less if anything happened to Skye. She was barely even a blip on their radar. 

But Jemma sounded genuinely scared that she might have lost her -- and she suddenly remembered how she felt when she thought the biochemist was going to die. 

“Or you’ll what?” Skye teased through a cracking voice, her lips spreading into a small smile as she finally started to open her eyes to see Simmons sitting up now. “Sounded -- kind of like you were -- threatening me, Simmons.” 

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@TheVenskus: @agentsofshield Tune in to see how many backpacks @ChloeBennet4 and I have on the Zephyr! Hint: It’s more than we need! #2Girls32Backbacks (x)

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This time, Daisy did laugh, but she quickly covered her mouth and shook her head apologetically. Piper was clearly embarrassed, and Daisy was definitely not making it any better by seemingly laughing at her. Which she wasn't. She just thought it was really cute how flustered she got.

Now that she thought about it though-- Piper was really cute in general. Damn.

"I'm not gonna tell her. Your secret is totally safe with me. No worries." She reached over and pat her on the arm, then ran her fingers through her own hair as she glanced in the direction that May had just disappeared in.

"You know, I'm half Asian." She blurted, internally smacking herself in the forehead. Why did she just say that?? What was the point of pointing that out ?? "Nevermind. That's irrelevant. "But you're right -- totally busted," she teased.

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agentpiiper:

@hackingdaisies

Another day of combat training with the one and only Melinda May went successfully. Piper got her ass handed to her, but at least she put up more of a fight than the others did, and what made her different from the rest is that she didn’t back down. She kept getting back up, no matter how much her muscles ached — no matter how physically exhausting it was, and the agent could tell that May admired that. Plus, what was better than having May’s thighs wrapped around your head in a vice grip? Not much, Piper thought. She’d gladly get her ass whooped by May any day.

Breathing heavily, sweat practically dripping from her face and soaking every inch of her t-shirt, Piper guzzled down a cold bottle of water to re-hydrate as she watched May finish up with the last agent on her team. A smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as O'Brien tapped out, May having him pinned to the mats with his arm twisted painfully behind his back.

May told everybody they did good work today, and that it was time to hit the showers and work on inventory, and as she walked out of the room, Piper couldn’t help but check out her ass in those tight, spandex yoga pants. She knew being involved with a woman like that was nothing more than a pipe dream, but what was the harm in looking, right?

Luckily May never turned back around to catch Piper staring, but once her trainer was out of site, Piper turned to grab her bag on the floor when she noticed that her gawking didn’t go completely unnoticed. Her cheeks got red and she cleared her throat, “Oh, hi… Agent Johnson…”

Daisy had been asked by Coulson to fetch May, knowing that she was probably busy with her training exercises with some of the newer agents. She grabbed a bottle of water, and head down to where they were practicing -- leaning against the back wall to watch them finish off. 

As soon as May spotted Daisy, the two shared a look and Daisy knew that May got the message. Sooner rather than later, she was finishing up with ... O’Doyle? O’Brien? She felt a stab of guilt when she realized she couldn’t remember. He tapped out, but he still seemed to know his stuff. It wasn’t easy to go up against Melinda May. She knew that probably better than the rest of them. 

But then her eyes landed on Piper -- who she definitely did remember. She slid her gaze over to follow Piper’s eyes and smirked when she realized who she was staring at. Oh, she was so gawking.  

“Agent Piper. Sounds like you had a good practice with May,” She smirked, barely managing to hold back a chuckle when Piper clearly realized she’d been caught. “She’s pretty awesome, right? Did you know she was my S.O.?” She sidled up next to Piper, her tone light, in a way that she hoped made obvious that she was only teasing, and not trying to make fun of her. “Or maybe it’s just awesome to watch her walk away?” She winked before raising her eyebrows at the agent pointedly. 

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Forget Me Not

@biochemgenius 

Everything went black for about ten seconds, and then a wave of nausea hit her so fast, she keeled over, resting her hands on her knees until she caught her breath. It was a wonder that she managed not to fall over.  Where was she?  She stood up and spun around, another wave of vertigo hitting her hard and this time she did fall over, just missing hitting her head when she hit the ground.

“Ward -- Fitz?” She groaned in pain, and tried to push herself off the ground. Where did they go?? They were supposed to be there, weren’t they? 

But they’d been on a mission to find Quinn and they hadn’t been on a  busy street. Did Quinn get her and do something to her -- or worse -- had the Clairvoyant found her and done something with her head -- or with her friends?  

 “Daisy, there you are! What happened, did you find her?”  

A familiar Scottish accent broke through her muddled thoughts, but when she looked up, it definitely wasn’t the Fitz she knew standing there. And it was only then that she realized it was her that he was looking at expectantly, his brows creased with worry in a way that did seem familiar.  

“Who’s Daisy? Who’s ‘she’? Where am I? What happened to Quinn -- where’s Coulson? I think something went wrong -- Jemma -- is that you?” She asked in succession, her tone growing more panicked and confused with each word, and her eyes went wide as she stared at the girl who just joined ‘not-Fitz’’s side. Her hair was shorter, and curlier, and she looked a tad taller -- or maybe that was just because she was still on the ground. But it still looked like Jemma. 

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She’s tired. That much she’s sure of. Everything else feels foggy and… Off. And she can’t quite place her finger on why that is. Even the pain in her chest where she knows she was shot feels dull and almost numb. Every thing feels heavier than it should, and she wonders if that’s a side effect from being shot, or just from feeling so exhausted.

Her vision is blurry at first, and she has to blink a few extra times to clear it and almost immediately she finds Jemma, fast asleep with her head resting on the side of the bed, her hair billowing out across the sheets and Skye’s first instinct was to reach out for her and run her fingers in the girl’s hair but just before he touched her she pulled back, and rest her hand about an inch away from Jemma’s hand instead.  

She was probably exhausted, and Skye didn’t want to wake her. It took too much effort to move anyway, so she leaned her head back against the pillow and let her eyes fall closed, wishing the heavy feeling in her chest would just go away. 

@biochemgenius

[cosmiicloves]

please an arranged marriage between two socilaite families/ big names in their city. but like she’s still stuck in the party stage and fucking up because she’s upset with her parents or unhappy with her life and he’s dealing with a lot of pressure and stress from his family to take over the family bussiness and it’s just two polar opposites but it could be super cute sometimes when she gets super drunk and he picks her up and hold her hair back when he throws up and stays up to give her a glass of water and make sure she sleeps well even though he has a huge meeting in the morning that he should be resting for. but also the angST and the fights and the ‘i didnt ask for this’ and making each other jealous and sexual tension and fCUK PLS

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CHARACTER FLAWS AND STRENGTHS.

bold all that apply. italicize those that apply sometimes.

FLAWS.

moody | short-tempered | emotionally unstable | whiny controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | vain impatient | cowardly | bitter | selfish | power-hungry | reserved greedy | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | nervous vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | petty | unlucky | insecure

STRENGTHS.

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | kind patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | loyal | persistent intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | likable merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | hard-working cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm | friendly

tagged by: @lovelornrocketscientist

tagging: @whiskeyandtwoshotglasses @ anyone who wants to! 

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Beyond The Moons | closed

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lovelornrocketscientist:

Fitz didn’t know how he managed it. By the two hour mark, he felt like he wanted to just lay down and die. 

If not for Daisy, he might have. 

He’d walked all the way to the portal from the entry point. At this stage, he’d been walking for over two days straight. His body was at the end. 

But he pushed himself for that last half hour.

He began to recognize landmarks around then and by the time they made it to the hatch, he knew just where he was going. 

“Here it is!” he said, nearly breaking into a run the last few feet. All-in-all, it was good he didn’t, his legs were like jelly. 

He lifted the door, dropped the heavy packs down and then headed down the ladder, thinking of nothing more than rest when he slipped on the last rung and landed on his back on the hard, stone floor.

“Bugger me,” he muttered, grimacing at the pain in his back. 

Even so, he got up to tie off the hatch on the wall like Jemma had told him about. There was no way for Ward to get inside unless he attacked them when they had to leave for water. Crap. Water.

“We have to get water before we can rest,” he told Daisy. He went into the—dubiously named—’kitchen’ and saw the the water had long since dried out or gone stagnant in the buckets that were used for carrying. The monster needed no water. 

There was a rope and pulley system for getting the buckets up and down. Fitz climbed the ladder and asked Daisy to hand him the buckets one at a time. Then he shoved them up through the hatch. Climbing out, he took them to the lake Jemma had told him about with the monster plants. He carefully filled each bucket and brought them back to the cave. 

Lowering them by the pulley, he got them both down with a minimum of spills and then secured the hatch again. 

“Now,” he said, leaning against the stone wall as he breathed heavily. “I want to sleep for a year.” He sighed. “Or at least one night before I start makin’ an inventory of what we have here.”

He looked at Daisy. “Let’s, ehm…see what we have for sleepin’ accommodations.”

Fitz pulled back the curtain to the other room and saw the two cots pushed together. Somehow he managed to keep his face neutral.

“That monster was sleepin’ on these when I got here. Let me see if there’s anythin’ else,” he said, pulling the sleeping bags off the two cots pinched minimally between two fingers.

He went searching through the gear and after a few minutes, called back. “Ha! Found one.” He searched for a few more minutes but that was the only spare he could find offhand. He came back and said, “Maybe we can wash the others? We can open this one up and share.” But after thinking that through a moment, he corrected himself, adding, “…Or you can have it. The air’s warm down here and I’m so tired, I’ll never notice if I get cold.”

He handed her the sleeping bag and then pulled the cots apart, laying down on the one he’d dragged over a couple of feet. He crossed his arms over his chest and closed his eyes, resisting the tears that were tickling at the backs of his eyes. He didn’t need to resist for long, he fell asleep almost immediately.

They’d finally made it to the bunker, and Daisy thought she might cry from sheer relief. She could tell Fitz was dead on his feet, and honestly she wasn’t sure how he was still managing to stay on his feet at all at this point. She wasn’t faring that great herself. 

But then were still things left for them to do, and she did what she could to help him so they could get it done. She was starting to worry that Fitz might just collapse at any moment.  She would have offered to do things like get the water herself, but she had no idea where to go to get it. 

Soon, but not quite soon enough in her opinion, they were ready to sort out the sleeping arrangements, and she made a face when he told her that the monster had been sleeping there, but thankfully after the two of them sorted through the gear they stole, Fitz found a spare. 

The only problem, it was the only extra. She was about to tell Fitz that she didn’t mind sharing, but before she had the chance, he changed course and pulled the cots a part. She considered arguing that they keep the cots together at least 

But she didn’t want to admit how scared she was, or that sleeping close might make her feel better. It was irrational -- it wasn’t like he was that far away. A couple feet at the most. And admitting her fears wasn’t easy for her on the best of the days.  

She made a joke about not letting the bed bugs bite before laying on her own cot, and sliding into the sleeping bag, but as soon as she got herself situated, she had a terrible image of actually being eaten alive by unknown alien insects and shuttered.  

That was the last thing she was (trying not to) thinking about when she drifted off to sleep, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that barely an hour later, she woke up with a start -- brushing off imaginary bugs and whipped her head to look for Fitz. Finding him still laying there with his arms crossed over his chest, she let out a breath of relief and laid back down. 

The second time she woke, she’d thought Ward was hovering over her. After that, she was up for a while -- every little noise possibly the noise of Ward -- or that thing breaking in. She didn’t even know why she was so spooked. If they really did come after her and Fitz, she could just quake them, right? 

Finally she gave up and slid out of the bag and off the cot,  unzipping the sleeping bag so she could lay it over Fitz. It wasn’t like there wasn’t going to be enough time for sleeping later (there was probably going to be too much time for sleeping), so for now to get her mind clear, she started looking around the bunker, familiarizing herself with it. It was difficult to grasp onto the concept that this would be her and Fitz’s new home.  

Who would have thought her and Fitz would have ended up living together? She chuckled under her breath at the thought and realized it was probably inappropriate.  

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2.04 Face My Enemy

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melinda-q-may:

“Or perhaps I would have been able to help.” If she had known the truth, she would have found a way. She wouldn’t have tricked her the way she had. Yes, she knew that being aware of what Skye was would have put her at risk as well as the girl, but she also knew that she didn’t care. She would have done what she could to protect the one person in the world that she cared about. Maybe that made her a fool, an idiot who had not learned their lesson, but if that was the case then so be it. She would rather be a fool and love than be wise with a heart made completely of ice. At least she was still human. 

“I promised you the day I took you in that I would protect you. You being inhuman… it doesn’t change that. It complicates things, yes, but…” she broke off, shaking her head with a soft sigh. She couldn’t blame Skye for not telling her. After the Cambridge Incident, Melinda had vowed to make up for her mistakes. She had never opposed HYDRA’s fight against the inhumans, and she herself had been responsible for the capture of many. Though it saddened Melinda to think that Skye saw her only as the cold, callous Hydra agent, she knew that she had hardly made it easy for the girl to see her as anything else in recent times. 

“I can’t honestly say I trust inhumans.” After everything that had happened, that could come as no surprise. “But I do trust you.” 

Daisy realized as she looked intently at May -- who was more than just a mother figure in this world -- that she wasn’t just being naive in believing her. She could see it in her eyes, that this was different than being tricked into giving out her real name. There was a love and ... hurt there that Daisy recognized. 

“I’m sorry,” she shifted to try and sit up straighter, and let out a groan as a shot of pain shot down her side. She felt guilty for disappointing May, even here in the Framework she was letting down the people that mattered to her most. She supposed that wasn’t ever going to change.  

“So what do we do now?” She asked, opening her eyes and sliding her gaze up to look at May again, having not even realized that her eyes had fell shut from the pain. She knew the answer was probably nothing. But she had to ask -- had to know if there was a way out she wasn’t seeing that would get her back to Jemma so they could find their way out there.

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lovelornrocketscientist:

“Co–come in,” Fitz said hurriedly, gesturing Daisy inside with a wave of his good hand. He couldn’t help the grin on his lips. He was incredibly happy to see her. 

His mum got up and offered her hand for Daisy to shake. “It’s lovely to meet you. I’m happy to put a face with the name. I’m Anna.” 

He could see his mum sizing her up, trying to decide if she were a threat or an ally. 

“Thank you so much for callin’ me. I understand that my son’s phone was damaged and you helped him. Please, come sit down,” his mum said, indicating one of the chairs by his bedside. 

“I’m v–very—”

“My son’s so glad to see you again. He spoke of you quite highly,” his mum said, patting his hand and sitting on the opposite side of the bed from Daisy. 

Fitz shrugged at Daisy and nodded, feeling helpless to stop his mum from speaking for him. She’d been doing it ever since she’d got there. He didn’t blame her. She was worried and upset and trying to help him but it was also frustrating as hell.

“It’s nice of you to come back and check on him. I’ve been lookin’ in to how soon I can transfer him back home to Glasgow,” his mum said. 

Feeling a bit oddly guilty, he dropped his eyes. When he manage to drag them back to Daisy’s, he gave a minute shake of his head to indicate that he still didn’t want to go back. In fact, if anything, his mum coming had only made him more certain that it was a terrible idea. He’d never live his own life again. 

“Th–thank you,” he said, reaching out to Daisy with his good hand. 

Fitz definitely seemed genuinely happy to see her, and that helped ease some of her nerves. She fluttered her fingers at him in a somewhat awkward wave as she stepped into the room before turning her attention back his mother. 

“It’s lovely to meet you too. I’m sure Fitz is relieved that you were able to make it so fast,” She smiled, reaching out to shake her hand. Though he did remember Fitz’s concern about having his mother there, and shot a glance over at him as she wondered how it’d been going.  

She supposed she was about to find out rather quickly as she went to sit down in the available seat next to Fitz.  

Her smile tightened when Anna spoke over her son, and she was impressed with her ability to hold back a wince when she mentioned transferring to Glasgow and just managed to catch the way Fitz shook his head at her.   

“I told him I’d be back. I’m just glad I made it back before you managed to sneak him out of here,” She joked, taking hold of Fitz’s hand when he reached out and gave his hand a light squeeze. “I’m sorry it took so long,” She added, quieter and directly at Fitz this time.  

“I bet your exhausted Mrs. Fitz. I can keep Fitz company for a bit if you’d like while you get some rest -- or a bite to eat. There’s a place just across the street that serves some great tacos if that’s something you’re into. Definitely better than anything they serve here at the hospital.” 

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lovelornrocketscientist:

Fitz appreciated Daisy’s help far more than he could’ve put into words. He ended up talking to his mum a bit, with Daisy’s help, and his mum promised to be on the next plane from Glasgow.

Much to his dismay, his mum’s worry and fear only made his own more real. 

He was so upset by the conversation that he didn’t even realize that Daisy had gone until someone came round with his dinner. His phone and sim card were sitting on the small table by his bed. He hadn’t even noticed her returning them.

His mum arrived late the next day, and by the day after that, he’d given up hope of ever seeing Daisy again. 

Her help had been invaluable and he wished he could’ve thanked her at least. There was a small part of him that wished she hadn’t promised to be there for him when she couldn’t be but he also thought he’d likely put her on the spot.

He tried to only be grateful—even as his mum pressured him to go back to Glasgow with her. 

Daisy left quietly after her talk with Fitz’s mum when she felt like she was starting to over stay her welcome. She started to notice the strange looks from the nurse as well, which didn’t help.  

The next day, she had a service to go to for her boyfriend, and she tried secluding herself  from her friends -- again. But everyone wanted to be there, in her space and she felt like she could hardly breathe half the time. She just wanted to be left alone.  

So that’s what she did, when she got the chance. It wasn’t until three days later that she remembered her promise to Fitz at the hospital and she felt guilt well up in the pit of her stomach like lead. She fixed herself up, and made herself more presentable for public, and slipped out of her house before her roommate could pester her about what she was doing.  

When she arrived at the hospital, she strolled in with purpose, and went right to Fitz’s room like she was expected. But once she actually got to his door, she paused, taking a moment to recollect herself. It had been days since she’d been there before -- for all she knew, he’d not want her back now.   

Letting out a slow breath, she put on a smile and walked in, knocking lightly on the door first to announce her presence. There was another woman in the room, and she assumed that she had to be his mother, the woman she spoke with on the phone.  

“Hello, again. I’m Daisy, the girl you spoke with on the phone a few days ago.” She introduced, looking at his mother.  “Is -- this a bad time? Life got a little crazy. I can come back later if you need me to.” Then she turned her gaze to Fitz and her smile softened, turning more sad, and apologetic. 

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melinda-q-may:

Melinda’s jaw was tight as she kept her eyes on the girl, trying not to let the conflicting emotions in her head show on her face. Part of her wanted to be at Skye’s side, tending to the wounds that she had allowed her agents to inflict. Yet another part, the part that had upheld her stoic demeanour as she had watched that happen, kept her rooted to the spot now just as it had then. 

Her lips twisted as she acknowledged the words. Yes, she knew what HYDRA did to Inhumans. More than that, she knew why. The Cambridge Incident was something she would never be able to forget as long as she lived, but this wasn’t some random child in Bahrain; this was Skye. Melinda knew her, cared for her since she was a child. She wasn’t evil, and she was only dangerous in the way Melinda had trained her to be. But she was a potential Inhuman. That knowledge had her at war with herself, knowing the threat Inhumans posed but also knowing and trusting that Skye wasn’t like that.

“I get it,” she nodded, her voice quieter than usual. “I get why you couldn’t tell me. But…” she hesitated. “You have to know that I would never turn you in.” Even as she spoke the words, she knew it was the truth. Her duty may be to HYDRA, but Skye meant more to her. The one thing left in her life that she truly cared about. “I would have helped you keep it a secret.” 

Daisy wanted to believe her. She would have given anything for things to be the way they were supposed to be. May was one of the people she trusted the most. But nothing was normal here, and the position she was currently in left her little room to trust anyone in that building in the moment. 

It hurt more than any of the physical wounds she was currently baring, to look into the faces of the people closest to her and watch them not have a care in the world for her. She thought she saw sincerity in May’s eyes, and even in her tone. But after what Fitz did to her, she was too afraid. 

She wondered for a moment if this was what if felt like for them -- when she was under Hive’s control. That thought gave her the boost of confidence she needed to keep going. Talk about going coming full circle. 

“Doesn’t matter. Fitz decided to recheck my test results. We would have ended up here, anyway. And if I had told you. You might have ended up in the cell next to me.” 

[starsandcosmos]

Ok but like a soulmates plot where Muse A is this guy with messy hair and a love of flannels and combat boots and hates all things soulmates because his mom believed in it so much and all that got him was a dead beat missing father and a broken hearted mom. The second a name appeared on his 13th birthday, he covered it up and refused to look. And then he meets Muse B who is this soft spoken but firey ball of moonlight and he knows that she used to be sunshine and sundresses and mary janes and then a stupid ass jock broke her heart and now Muse B hides in to big sweaters and dirty converse and too much eyeliner. So despite having know idea why he has this urge to just like know her, Muse A befriends her and they start hanging out constantly and she’s just a wreck of getting drunk off wine coolers and hiding her tears in the sleeves of her sweaters and soon he falls hard. They sneak into parks and go to concerts and walks through the woods behind her house and he sees everything those assholes missed and he’s never hated anyone more than the man who broke her spirit. But with him suddenly she’s laughing again and smiling and just looking at him in those ways that make his fucking heart stop. But like he knows she’s too good for him and deserves so much more so he just swears to be her best friend, her anything. And one night when tucking her into bed after Muse B gets wasted and finally admits how much she’s been hurt, he sees it. Spots it while tucking sheets around ankles adorned with cute, kitschy socks. His name. Scrawled across skin and suddenly it all makes sense and holy fuck he actually loves this girl and the universe knows too.  And then from there who knows???? I had a lot of Au emotions today fam.

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melinda-q-may:

@hackingdaisies

Melinda watched as the Doctor left the holding cell, her icy expression not faltering as he glanced back at her with narrowed eyes before reluctantly closing the door behind him. He hadn’t been impressed when she had stopped his lackeys from dragging Skye away, and even less so when she had informed him that she would be handling the situation. He’d made to argue, but telling him that he was wanted in the Director’s office soon shut him up. He could never deny Madam Hydra anything, and that worked to Melinda’s advantage. 

She turned her gaze to Skye, saying nothing for a long moment and simply holding the girl in a cold, hard stare. Of all the people she had considered could be the threat within HYDRA’s ranks, Skye had never been one of them. But then, it would hardly be the first time her judgement was compromised by sentimentality. 

“What the hell, Skye?” 

Daisy groaned when she heard the door open, and braced herself for whatever ‘The Doctor’ had in mind for her. She couldn’t call him Fitz anymore. Fitz wouldn’t do this. Fitz was the one that protected her when she needed it while everyone else was afraid of her being Inhuman. He wouldn’t do this. 

Her eyes snapped open when she heard another familiar voice, and she felt a tug of hope that she couldn’t squash no matter how hard she tried. May was her last hope. They had a connection here. A new connection that went deeper than even back home in some ways. 

“I don’t know what you expect to hear.” She wants to fight. To try to get her to remember her. But she also needs to get out of there. Hopefully with May at her side. 

“You know what they do to Inhumans here.” She’d been avoiding eye contact. She didn’t want to seee the disgust she knew was probably there. But finally she slid her gaze over to the woman with a grimace before adding, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” 

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Twist of Fate | closed

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lovelornrocketscientist:

Fitz considered Daisy’s question about whether to tell his mum now or later that he didn’t want to go back with her. He thought about how devastated his mum would be to find out that he had—oh god, how he hated the words—permanent brain damage. She would be beside herself. There was a question of whether she’d even remember Daisy saying it, but also, would his mum honor it, should she decide it was better for him to return.

Ultimately, he decided it wasn’t worth it. His mum would be upset enough and, if Daisy would be there, why not wait?

It was strange to feel like he had someone in his corner after so short an acquaintance. Of course, he’d be devastated if he never saw her again even though he knew she was only a volunteer. 

“You’ll…ehm, be here?” he questioned, looking at her expectantly. “Le—let’s wait,” he managed to get out. “T–tell her to, ehm—to come.”

Daisy didn’t hesitate to nod with as warm of a smile as she could manage when Fitz asked if she’d be there. It was probably a terrible promise to make when she didn’t actually know what was going to happen later. He could find out she lied about being a volunteer and decide he never wanted to see her again anyway -- and if he found out why she lied about being a volunteer it’d be all over anyway.  

But she found herself wanting to help Fitz more and more the longer she sat there, and the truth was that they both really needed someone. 

“I can do that.” And with that, she picked up her phone and hit the call button on his mom’s contact that was still pulled up and placed the phone to her ear. 

She tried to ignore the strong flurry of nerves that fluttered through her stomach as she listened to the sound of ringing and made an attempt at giving Fitz an encouraging smile until a voice came over the other side of the line.  

“Hello? Is this Mrs. Fitz?”