@chloebennet: Just found this on my phone. I told him “that’s too much handsome on one bike…” he said “ I know!”— he was always trying to make everyone laugh. Waking up to this news is heartbreaking. He’s one of the good ones. Incredible actor, so kind, so funny. My thoughts are with his family. RIP Bill. Heaven just got a little more handsome. You will be missed.❤❤❤❤
Fandom: Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU) Pairing: Reader x Bones Word Count: 1,873 Prompt: A prompt from @bkwrm523 a while back: “
So, academy era. Soulmate Au where you can hear each other’s thoughts. You and Leonard kinda chat sometimes, but haven’t met yet. Leonard’s figured out that you’re both at the academy. In the middle of one of his classes, he realizes from your thoughts that you were just in some sorta shuttle accident and badly hurt. He leaves class immediately, gets you to tell him WHERE you are so he can call help. Then, while rushing over, he coaches you through patching yourself up while waiting for help to arrive, all through thoughts.” Warnings: Nothing much for this chapter, just scary scenes and a bit of blood Tag list:@outside-the-government@feelmyroarrrr Others who have asked to be tagged for this fic/expressed interest: @bkwrm523@yourtropegirl@littlecarowrites@auduna-druitt@mccoymostly@nymphadora-blurryface Author’s note: This was turning into a really long one shot so I’ve decided to break it up into three (potentially four) parts. I hope you like it!
It happened on
your first day at the Academy. As though
the enormity of starting your new life as a cadet wasn’t exciting enough, it
was also the day you’d first sensed the thoughts of your soulmate. You’d heard the stories of the few in your
hometown who were fortunate enough to have been born within telepathic range of
their soulmates, but you’d never expected that you’d be one of the lucky ones. You’d dreamed of all the things that
Starfleet Academy would bring you as you traveled south from your home, but
you’d never imagined or really, even considered, that there was a chance of
finding your soulmate.
Brett Dalton : I have no words. Bill Paxton didn’t just play my mentor on the show, he became one in real life. The world is a sadder place without him
@BrettDalton : Words can’t describe my sadness this morning. Bill Paxton didn’t just play my mentor on @agentsofshield he became my mentor in real life. They don’t make people like him anymore. He oozed charm, he improvised some of the most iconic movie lines of all time, and he could tell a story that would stop an entire production because everyone was laughing. My thoughts are with his family. The world is a much sadder place without him.
….and you realize that AIDA has in essence Tahiti’d everyone. Gave them new memories. Made them forget the pain.
#Its all Connected
“brains never delete files, they just lose connections. But there’s always a backup. Just a matter a digging and finding them”
The memories will be there! I bet they just know on some level something isn’t right. We saw Coulson start to remember with Tahiti so I believe the team will as well….if not the Memory Machine could be in the mix too. This not only brings back Tahiti but Fitz’s healing from Season 2 as well.
Fangirl moment, we could get Fitz having flashes of Jemma. Or if she is with him in some capacity knowing things about her he ‘shouldn’t’ like how she takes her tea. He doesn’t ask how she likes it he just does it. Come on…mama wants a true love’s kiss to wake him up!
I had the great pleasure of working with this author during the Benkaru Big Bang, I highly recommend reading this for the wholesome fluff.
Summary: Ben is escorting his little sister out to her 21st birthday celebration at a local bar, and somehow manages to spend hours flirting with famous NASA pilot Hikaru Sulu without realising who he is.
For the first time she’s glad Jemma isn’t with her, because this is the first time she’s seen Fitz in this world, and the last time she’s seen Fitz he was lying in a pool of his own blood.
Or, at least, she thought it was him. She saw his lifeless body and the air rushed out of her lungs and she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t see, couldn’t think anymore.
She wonders if that was what it must be like to drown.
Seeing him now, the real Fitz but still somehow not real Fitz, walking right towards her is enough to her eyes water, and cover her mouth with her hand.
And as he brushes past her, their shoulders touching for that fleeting moment, a lump in her throats appears and she dares to look at him.
He doesn’t look at her.
Fitz continues walking, and Daisy stops, staring forward while he moves away behind her.
Because this is what she always wanted.
Because she loved Fitz and Jemma and Coulson and everyone so much that she wished she was a ghost, and tried to be.
She ran, and ran, and ran, and hoped that one day she would outrun the ghosts and the memories chasing her. That her love for them would justify the day she could pass by them, and they would think nothing.
Now Fitz doesn’t know her. The same small boy who became a man who first told her that she was different but it was okay, who gave so much more than he received– walked right pass her and said nothing.
She, is nothing.
(the unseen scars on her body and in her mind burn and she feels like she’s on fire.
and she still somehow wonders if this is what it’s like to drown.)
Suddenly there’s a hand on her arm and she tenses, swiveling her head and meeting blue, familiar eyes.
“Do I know you?” His voice rises above the crowd around them, and she blinks rapidly, trying to find what words she could possibly say.
“Maybe?” He narrows his eyes and tilts his head, his hand still on her arm and she doesn’t know how she feels yet about this Fitz but she’s willing to give him a try.
“My name’s Daisy. Daisy Johnson.”
He bites his lip and shakes his head, and Daisy feels the panic rise in her throat.
“What about Skye? Does that name sound familiar?”
His hand lets go of her arm, and she has to force herself to look at the ground.
“I was so sure– sorry. Have a nice day.”
He’s let go of her but she can’t let go of him. This time she grabs his arm and musters the courage to speak.
“Don’t go, please. You do know me,” Daisy pleads, her eyes wide. “But we can’t talk here, where anyone can listen to us. You know the cemetery, yeah? In a half hour can you meet me at Jemma Anne Simmons’ grave? I’ll explain everything, promise.”
He laughs and shakes his head and rips his arm away from her grasp.
“You think i’m going to go to a cemetery with you? A stranger?”
Fitz puffs his jacket and scoffs. “Bye, Daisy, or whoever the bloody hell you are. You need help.”
As he turns the other way, Daisy shuts her eyes and tries to breathe. She can hear his footsteps as he walks away, mingling in with the hundreds of other people rushing around her and she doesn’t dare look up until she knows he’s merged with the crowd and disappeared.
She’s the one who tried to become a ghost, but she became haunted, instead.
(She knows that this is like how it feels to drown.)
another 4x15 coda, for @isaachamlet, my dear dear roommate, who goaded me into this
Daisy doesn’t know if she can take another tragedy. She’s
sure she’s hurting her arms with the force it takes her not to let this whole
building crumble to dust. The force builds inside her, buzzing louder and
louder until she’s sure she’ll be ripped apart by it. She can’t take another
scare like this one. Seeing Fitz’s body lying there already has her teetering
on the edge.
She needs her gauntlets. What she has is a gun, and it’s
pointed straight at Jemma.
Jemma herself is brandishing a knife, tears, and a quivering
voice. “I’m me,” she says, choking it out, sobbing it, but it’s not enough.
That’s not enough for Daisy.
“What?” the maybe-imposter-Jemma breathes.
Daisy snarls, and waves the gun, reminding her she has it
and will use it if necessary. “I said turn around!”
Jemma pulls herself into a standing position, shaking, her
whole body shaking like maybe she’s just about to be ripped apart, too, and she
turns around. Daisy is almost too afraid to look, because like she said, she
can’t take another tragedy. Another betrayal.
But she does. She looks. And the gun clatters to the floor
as relief warms her bones.
“Oh thank god, it’s you.”
She runs forward and catches Jemma up in a hug, practically
collapsing on her. But Jemma pulls back, confusion drawn into the lines of her
“How do you know?”
Daisy blinks at her. “I’d know that ass anywhere.”
Jemma’s face goes blank, a sure sign of her disbelief. “What
are you even on about?”
“The butts, Jemma.” Daisy is holding her arms in a tight
grasp. “On the LMDs. Radcliffe doesn’t get the butts right, it’s the easiest
way to tell.”
Jemma scoffs, and yeah, this is definitely her Jemma. “Then
how didn’t you know about the May LMD?”
“Why would I look at May’s butt?” Daisy asks, her nose
screwing up. “She’s like my mom. That’d be super weird.”
“But you looked at Coulson’s butt.”
“He turned around when I was watching the surveillance feed.
And the screens are so tiny, it was like right there. I didn’t mean to.”
“Of course I looked at Mack’s butt. Why would I not look at
Mack’s butt? Have you seen his ass? It’s glorious.”
“And you recognized mine. Immediately.”
“Well, yeah, duh. Do you know how much time I spent looking
at your ass when we were on the Bus? I think I had it memorized on day two.”
Jemma rolls her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re being serious
“Jemma.” Daisy places a hand over her heart. “You know I’ve
always firmly been an ass girl. I’m sure if the other LMDs had boobs you would’ve
seen the difference too.”
“I would not! Because I, unlike some people, have some
“Zero percent. That’s how much dignity you have. Don’t play.”
Jemma pulls away, her eyes rolling again. “Whatever. Do you
have a plan for how we can get out of here?”
Daisy grins. “Oh yeah. I’ve definitely got a plan.”