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peach-and-bugs · 3 years

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Masterlist

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characters that I write for are organized in alphabetical order by fandom and by name. links will lead to my complete list of posted work for said character:

willing to write for characters: romantically (➵ ) platonically (✸) or nsfw (✧)

Character Alphabets (sfw ✸ & nsfw ✧)

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Agents of shield

Bobbi Morse ✸ ➵ ✧

Daisy Johnson/Quake ✸ ➵ ✧

Jemma Simmons ✸ ➵ ✧

Jiaying ✸ ➵ ✧

Leo Fitz ✸ ➵

Malinda May ✸ ➵ ✧

Phil Coulson ✸ ➵

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Hilda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Madam Satan/Lilith ✸ ➵ ✧

Sabrina Spellman ✸ ➵

Zelda Spellman ✸ ➵ ✧

Doctor Who

Amy Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Bill Pots ✸ ➵

Clara/Clara Oswald/Oswin ✸ ➵ ✧

Eleven/Smith!Doctor ✸ ➵

Jack Harkness ✸ ➵

Missy/Gomez!Master ✸ ➵ ✧

River Song/Melody Pond ✸ ➵ ✧

Simm!Master ✸ ➵

Thirteen/Whittaker!Doctor ✸ ➵ ✧

Twelve/Capaldi!Doctor ✸ ➵

Five Nights at Freddy (movie)

romantic (➵) platonic (✸) nsfw (✧)

Mike Schmidt ➵ ✸

William Afton ➵ ✸

Vanessa Shelly/Afton ➵ ✸ ✧

Killing Eve

Eve Polastrí ✸ ➵ ✧

Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧

The Legend Of Korra

Asami Sato ✸ ➵ ✧

Bolin ✸ ➵

Bumi ✸ ➵

Izumi ✸ ➵ ✧

Korra ✸ ➵ ✧

Kuvira ✸ ➵ ✧

Kya ✸ ➵ ✧

Kyoshi ✸ ➵ ✧

Lin Beifong ✸ ➵ ✧

Mako ✸ ➵

Opal ✸ ➵

Tenzin ✸ ➵

The Last Of Us (Games)

Abby Anderson ✸ ➵ ✧

Dina ✸ ➵ ✧

Ellie Williams ✸ ➵ ✧

Joel Miller ✸ ➵

Tommy Miller ✸ ➵

Marvel

Agatha Harkness ✸ ➵ ✧

Bucky Barns/Winter Soldier ✸ ➵

Bruce Banner ✸ ➵

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel ✸ ➵ ✧

Darcy Lewis ✸ ➵ ✧

Drax ✸ ➵

Gamora ✸ ➵ ✧

Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Hope van Dyne/Wasp ✸ ➵ ✧

Jane Foster/Mighty Thor ✸ ➵ ✧

Kate Bishop ✸ ➵ ✧

Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab ✸ ➵ ✧

May Parker ✸ ➵ ✧

Mantis ✸ ➵ ✧

Maria hill ✸ ➵ ✧

Monica Ranbough ✸ ➵ ✧

Natasha Romanov/Black Widow ✸ ➵ ✧

Nebula ✸ ➵ ✧

Okoye ✸ ➵ ✧

Peggy Carter/Captain Carter ✸ ➵ ✧

Peter Parker/Spider-Man ✸ ➵

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America ✸ ➵

Scott Lang/Ant-man ✸ ➵

Sharon Carter/Powerbroker ✸ ➵ ✧

Sylvie Laufeydottir ✸ ➵ ✧

Thor Odenson ✸ ➵

Valkyrie ✸ ➵ ✧

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch ✸ ➵ ✧

Yelena Belova ✸ ➵ ✧

Parks and Recreation

Ann Perkins ✸ ➵ ✧

April Ludgate ✸ ➵ ✧

Donna Meagle ✸ ➵ ✧

Jennifer Barkley ✸ ➵ ✧

Leslie Knope ✸ ➵ ✧

Star Wars

Ahsoka ✸ ➵ ✧

Captain Phasma ✸ ➵ ✧

Finn/FN-2187 ✸ ➵

General Hux ✸ ➵

Han Solo ✸ ➵

Leia Organa ✸ ➵ ✧

Luke Skywalker ✸ ➵

Padmé Amidala ✸ ➵ ✧

Rey ✸ ➵ ✧

Rose ✸ ➵ ✧

Stranger things

Argyle ✸ ➵

Chrissy Cunningham✸ ➵

Dustin Henderson ✸ ➵

Eddie Munson ✸ ➵

El/Eleven/Jane ✸ ➵

Erica Sinclair ✸

Jim Hopper ✸ ➵

Johnathan Byers ✸ ➵

Joyce Byers ✸ ➵ ✧

Karen Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Lucas Sinclair ✸ ➵

Max Mayfield ✸ ➵

Murray Bauman ✸ ➵

Nancy Wheeler ✸ ➵ ✧

Steve Harrington ✸ ➵

Will Byers ✸ ➵

misc.

Alma LeFay Peregrine (mrs peregrine's home of peculiar children)✸ ➵ ✧

Elizabeth Corday (ER) ✸ ➵ ✧

Laura DeMille/Madame Rouge (Doom Patrol) ✸ ➵ ✧

Lily Lebowski (Crossing Jordan) ✸ ➵ ✧

Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates (Wednesday) ✸ ➵ ✧

Millie Rusk/MolotovGirl (Free Guy) ✸ ➵ ✧

Miranda Croft (The Flight Attendant)✸ ➵ ✧

Dr. Olivia Octaviouse (Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse)✸ ➵ ✧

Yellowjackets

Jackie Tayler (1996) ✸ ➵

Laura Lee (1996) ✸ ➵

Lottie Mattews (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Misty Quigley (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

"Nat" Natalie Scatorccio (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Shauna Sadecki (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Taissa Turner (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

Travis Martinez (1996/2021) ✸ ➵

"Van" Vanessa Palmer (1996/2021) ✸ ➵ ✧

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jamiedc-they-them · 8 months

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Rise Together (Platonic)

Requested Summary: Melinda May has always been the protector. Now though, she isn’t the only one, but instincts die hard.

It was meant to be a normal mission. Get people out and deal with the Watchdogs. You’d found a bomb, and managed to get everyone else out before it went off. While everyone get out, they realised they were missing one person.

You.

It takes a moment for them to realise; mainly because they’re accounting for everyone else - the civilians - before they realise. It’s Daisy who mentions. The others soon realise where you most likely are as well. They all look at the building. One that may be your tomb.

May runs as fast as she can back to the site, she’s meant to protect you. And she’s failed.

They know they can’t did through the massive parts of the building. But there are small things they can move.

So, they get to work.

They’re desperate with their moments. They’re just clawing away at what they can, calling out to you as well. They just hope their throats don’t give up on them as they keep calling out for you. So far, nothing has come back.

Then, for once, they get lucky. They find a hand, and a whole lot of blood.

“Oh god,” May says, betraying her concern. The others all swarm, helping her move the rubble away. They can’t even describe your state.

May puts pressure on your wound, or well, one of them. This one is deep, something impaled you at some point and went through cleanly.

Jemma is barking orders, but May’s not hearing it. The voices are faded. All she can focus on is you. You’re not breathing. You look dead. May looks at her hands, pretty much caked in blood, get covered over by two more. Looking over, she sees Daisy, who gives May a shaky smile.

Her senses start to come back to her, even with her heart pounding.

“They’ll be ok,” Daisy promises, “they’ll be ok.”

May then realises her hands are off the wound, she goes to move them back, but Daisy squeezes May’s hands and keeps eye contact with the woman, “hey. May, hey,” she says, “we’ve got them now. Y/N will be ok. We’ll make sure of it, alright? We’ve got them.”

Daisy has done her job of distraction, as you’re out of the rubble and being loaded onto a stretcher. It makes May’s stomach churn.

Slowly, the two stand up. May watches you go. Daisy looks as well, biting her lip in anxiety.

It’s May who squeezes Daisy’s hands this time.

They’ve done all they can. They got you out. Jemma and her team just have to make sure you live.

It’s not just her looking out for you anymore. You both have gained a family who will do all they can for you.

She takes a breath, and hopes.

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kikireads4ever · 7 months

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Don’t sink too deep

character: Leopold Fitz agents of shield

Genre: angst

Warnings: water/drowning, brain damage, use of Y/N

Author note: might make this a series, so this would be part 1.

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Ward trapped you, Simmons, and Fitz in the box. The three of you sunk down into the sea.

You watched as they tried to figure out a way for us to escape. You weren’t a scientist. You’re good at fighting and hacking.

Fitz and Simmons figured out how to get out of the box, but there was one problem. They could only make two oxygen sources. Fitz and Simmons were arguing on who should take the sources.

“You two can take the sources.” Fitz said firmly and handed you one of the sources.

Jemma shakes her head, “no Fitz I will not take it.” Tries to hand him one

They argue back and forth.

“Shut up!” You yelled and they stopped talking, “ I can’t swim. I shouldn’t have a source. It’d be a waste. I can’t hold my breath long enough to get out of here.” Hands Fitz the source. They both try to argue with you but you move to the door. “Take it now. I’m opening the door!” You hang close to the door switch.

They use the oxygen and both grab onto one of your arms and swim up.

*timeskip*

“She has damage to her temporal lobe” you heard someone say. You could also feel someone’s hand on top of yours. The room was quiet, but not peaceful. It was the type of quiet that sends you into flight or fight, but with your current position you could do neither. Your body was still very weak so you couldn’t open your eyes yet. You could hear the faint sounds of people talking quietly in a separate room.“Don’t worry Y/N you’ll be fine.” It was Fitz, he sounded as though he was talking more to himself. You could hear his foot nervously tapping on the floor.

You had been stuck in this room for weeks. Simmons and other people would come in and check on you every so often. Though the one person that checked on you daily was Leo Fitz. When you had more energy you could open your eyes and sit up. Fitz was so excited to see you.

“Y/N! You’re looking so much better!” He quickly walked up to and in the chair next to your bed. He went to reach for your hand but then stopped and fidgeted. “May I? Hold your hand?” He asked. You nod.

“Of course, you- you can.” The words stumble awkwardly out of your mouth. Simmons did tell you might have trouble speaking from now on. It was weird to hear your voice like this. Especially since you haven’t talked since the incident. He held your hand. You tried to stop your hand from shaking but it wouldn’t stop.

Fitz didn’t realize how much he cared about you until he saw you like this. He wanted to protect you. Though he feels like he already messed that up. If only you took the oxygen.

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samdeancass · 3 months

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Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x reader

Halloween Event

Halloween Masterlist

The S.H.I.E.L.D costume party was always your favorite event of the year. It allowed you to dress up and forget about the extremes of the life you normally live, step into the role of another life.

A buzz of excitement filled your body as you walked up the stairs of your shared house with Daisy. This was your first Halloween together and you couldn't wait to experience it with her. Heading into your bedroom, you walked over to your wardrobe and stared inside, confused.

"I could have sworn I put it right in the middle." The empty hanger was evident of your past actions which made you even more confused. "What in the hell is going on?" Closing the wardrobe, you walked into your shared bathroom and found Daisy.... wearing your costume.

Daisy turned to you and flashed a wide but beautiful smile. "Hey babe." You pressed a kiss to her cheek but stepped back, completely dumbfounded. "Er, babe, you're wearing my costume. You do know that, right?"

Daisy chuckled, continuing getting ready. "Yeah, I know. This costume's amazing but I thought you'd look better naked." You immediately felt the air change around you as your eyes darkened slightly.

"Oh yeah? Well I think that that will look gorgeous on our bedroom floor." You swung Daisy over your shoulder as she giggled and squealed. "But babe, we're going to be late!"

"Who cares? You're my Halloween candy tonight and I'm starving." You flung Daisy onto the bed and made her feel as amazing as she looked.

#daisy johnson #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson fanfiction #daisy johnson fluff #agents of shield #agents of shield x reader #agents of shield imagine #agents of shield fanfiction #halloween #halloween event

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redpool · 1 year

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It's a crime how little fanfiction there is for Robbie Reyes.

#robbie reyes #robbie reyes x reader #robbie reyes imagines #robbie reyes oneshots #robbie reyes fics #fobbie reyes fanfics #robbie reyes fanfiction #ghost rider #ghost rider x reader #agents of shield #aos #midnight suns #marvel's midnight suns #marvels midnight suns #agents of shield x reader

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jackiequick · 6 months

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The truth hurts, doesn’t it? | Agents Of SHIELD Fanfic

Summary: Everything good must have been an interesting lie underneath it all, waiting to be uncovered, but the question is how will you take it?

Pairing: Grant Ward x OC, Grant Ward & Amelia Parker (WardParker)

Setting: Captain America The Winter Solider and Agents Of SHIELD season 1

Spoilers for Agents Of SHIELD 1x17–1x20

Warning: Blood, mentions of anxiety, heartbreak, a bit of manipulation, betrayal

Characters mentioned: Nikolai, Marlene, Melissa, Coulson, Fury, May, Skye, Fitzsimmons, Tripp and The Young Avengers

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It felt like madness. The air was thick and colder than they would’ve liked. The team was tired, confused and more or less worried. Trying to figure out what to do next and how to stick together while doing so. There were some agents coming in and out of the bunker, they were even set underneath an lie detector and all passed with flying colors.

The cell service was better than expect, they had food, water, and shelter that’s what matters.

It was a late afternoon when it happened.

Practically night.

Everyone was doing their own thing. Some were trying to rest like Fitz and Jemma, some were on computers doing research such as Skye, and others were training themselves for the bigger fight near the locker area.

Amelia felt on edge, these last few weeks it was like a nervous twitch creeping up on her waiting to snap. She wasn’t thinking straight about anything, as far as they knew Fury is dead. Hell, she wasn’t sure if Nikolai, Marlene, or Melissa were fully aware of the situation in place, even though she sent an critical message to them.

She knew that none of the young avengers or adults one had any clue about what exactly was happening, due to the truth of Coulson’s death was kept from most of them. But HYDRA creeping around wasn’t something truly hidden per say…

Sometimes she felt like it was this shivering headache that reached from the back of her neck toward the front of her forehead. This whole situation bothered her to the inch of her bones, this chilling adventure she didn’t remember signing up for in the first place.

Maybe she needed a nap? Watch a video to relax her mind? Hell, splash some water crossed her face to try and clear her head?

Walking past the supply room, she left oddly enough weary like she was missing something. It was just her anxiety seeping itself, as she thought. An odd feeling recklessly filled the rest of the area, as she scurried into one of the restrooms.

Closing the door behind her, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. Her joints hurt, twisting themselves into her shoulders as she rested her arms against the bathroom sink. Her vision went blurry for a moment, her back arched froward as she unzipped her jacket to breathe and roll up her sleeves.

She turned on the knobs as she splashed some cold water on her face, wiping her eyes browns and rubbed her eyelids facing the mirror for a quick second. She mumbled a few things to herself, wishing she was back on the bus with her friends like nothing happened, but she knew it couldn’t do a blasted thing about it. She grabbed an towel to dry her face, as she wiped her face out of the corner of her eye she noticed something that set her off.

An automatic sliding painting that was supposed to set to afternoon, was lowing a hushed flickering light. She clenched the towel against her fist stepping forward to notice an dagger, a small knife, stabbed into the edge of the painting. It was waiting to bent over and break, there was a hatch breathe in Amelia’s throat as she removed it from the placing.

The painting slid upwards to display a horrific glint of flickering lights as the slashing words ran across the screen. The sunset frame brushed against the wording in deep gashes.

Amelia blinked, gasping a shaky breath that catches in her throat. She shakes her head at the wording in disbelief, as if she couldn’t do anything but freeze. Her fingernails were pressed so hard against her palm, she would’ve drawn blood.

“N-no..” She mumbled underneath her breath, “..no, no..no!”

Suddenly her voice became so small, her eyes waters and her mouth went dry. The denial sinks in so fast, she stumbled back hesitant to run her fingers across the painting.

“It’s not him..” She muttered softly accidentally dropping the towel on the floor, unable to breathe once again and laced in shock.

Ward Is Hydra.

The words ran by her eyesight in pure shock. She thought it was a trick, some sort of joke being made to use her own wits against the team. Amelia heard people saying that Coulson or May might be Hydra, that even one of their agents might play a game to see who’s loyal or not.

Someone knew about this before her, but they couldn’t. They all passes every single test with—

An loud noise startled Amelia, hands of her hips as she ran her hands above her waistline stumbling out of the room shaking her head taking another glance at the sign. She practically slid down the hallway, tripped over her steps stopped inside one of the supply closets to find Jemma racing out of the room at the same time as she entered.

She narrowed her vision in confusion, sending a odd look to her teammates. They were field agents but also scientists and technicians who weren’t used to this whole thing, so it was understandable if they was uneasy with whatever they saw. But it couldn’t be that bad, right?

Wrong!

The moment she wiped her head inside the room, the sight would’ve had her screaming if it weren’t for her biting her buttons lip and gripping the doorknob. There was a blush of heated dripping liquid slowly hitting the floor from above, as her gaze followed it towards the red drops, her eyes widened.

Blood from a fellow agent, laying dead against the ceiling and high shelves. Their eyes were closed, killed in the late hours of the afternoon in a dark supply closet. Amelia was left in utter tears, silence and shockingly loud noise ringing in her heads. She felt hurt and heavy, wonder where the hell is the rest of the team.

Amelia felt like she might throw up, fumbling with her pocket trying to reach her phone as her other hand cover her mouth. She tried reaching Nikolai and no response, Marlene and no response and even Melissa had no single response. There was a mole in the bunker.

Skye was still upstairs doing research, as Amelia raced upstairs to face her as she whisper yelled, “Skye! What do you know?”

She looked up with a gasping glare, “I’m guessing you know?”

“Yes! And it’s not him..it can’t be him!”

“You don’t know that..Ward has lied to us, Amelia..he’s Hydra.”

“He lied to the team! But I have known that man for 4 years, Skye! 4 years!”

“You think I like this?! I fell for the man, I kissed him..I still think I love him..”

“Oh god..okay, maybe this is just a game right? Ward treats us different, something’s not right..”

“…you still feel like you love him, don’t you?”

“Well the truth hurts, doesn’t it Skye? We just gotta play along.”

“I’m already doing that, I feel hurt Amelia. But I’m gonna follow Ward, see what’s going on in his head and if something happens.”

“Okay, yeah..okay. I’ll try to see who I can contact and prepare for whatever Ward thinks he might pull..”

There was an unspoken sense of urgency in their eyes. Grant Ward is Hydra but that concern and confusion hurt both of their feelings.

Mainly Amelia’s heart.

It felt like the five stages of grief, sadness and anxiety was rushing across her veins. She felt alone, betrayed and abandoned, even though she wasn’t, it felt that way.

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The next 48 hours was a world wind..

So many things happened, from unexpected agents trying ambushing the bunker and buildings to the news about some of their fellow agents dying protecting the property of SHIELD. No one knew who was right or wronged here, who’s good and who’s bad. Fitz and Simmons were off doing their own thing for Coulson, May have gone with a couple of glares, Tripp rushed off to get extra stuff, and John Garrets got into a fight with Coulson.

Hell, Skye was sharing a few short moments with Ward himself.

Honestly Amelia felt bad for Skye, she knew she felt deeply for Ward since their chemistry climbed upon the time they all spend together on the plane. She also knew Grant felt some very similar feelings for her, as he was teased about it from the team.

She was still trying to contact her friends but nothing came up, tears rising to be released. She felt nauseous, a little numb and bruised. As if she was in the middle of a hot flash.

Currently, she sat nearby couch of a decently small room with her head in her hands, tiredly sighing. The door gently opened as in came the man of the hour, noticing her downing look as he looked at the girl in concern.

He sat down beside her, leaning against one of the chairs and asked, “Sweetheart..are you okay?”

“Hm?” She replied, peeking in between her hands to look at him.

“What happened?”

“You really asking me that?”

He scoffed, “Yeah, I know what’s happening. I wish it wasn’t like this but we can’t do anything about it.”

“It feels like I’m being caught in a horror movie.” She added.

“What? Like Scream? Who’s the killer?”

“One of our agents..we don’t know who’s on our side or not.”

“More like multiple agents, you don’t know who is really involved in SHIELD or HYDRA. You probably think I can’t be trusted, Ames.”

“Ward, honey, I trust you. I do. But the question is, will you actually be telling me the truth or not..”

“I alway try to tell you the truth, even if it hurts.”

At that moment, she removed her hands from her face and turned to face him, “Oh really?”

He straightened his shoulders seeing the look on her face as he sighed, “Amelia, are you seriously asking me that?”

“Grant, you lied to me before about missions to keep me and the team safe. You could be lying to me right now.”

“And you lied to me more than once to keep me in the loop. I’m being honest here. Do you trust me?”

“Do you trust enough to tell me the truth?”

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And there it was again. The line that has been repeatedly said by one another the moment they trained, to the times the group was on the road for missions. Even in moments of daring action, where it might result in something serious or stupid.

The glances, the nods, the smiles or smirks, the pointing and the questions..

Do you trust me?

It hurts how much those words carried so much, such as a heavyweight question to them.

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They both sat there in silence. The silence was so loud, it was painful to even notice the smell of their perfume and cologne that filled the room. Ward could see the oddly wave of emotions that washed over her face, it honestly felt like he was ripping her heart out of her chest.

He hated seeing her upset, it’s why Grant practically took a beating from his boss, Garret, when the man told him how soft he gets around the people he cared for. And he won’t admit it but it’s true. Deep down he cared about Amelia, Daisy, Fitz and Jemma. He respected Coulson and May. Especially with how much time he spent with the team was placed into.

“Do you trust us? Did you even love me?” Said a small broken voice that belonged to Amelia, looking down at her hands, her fingers were laced with cuts and small gashes.

“Oh my god, Ames..” He replied, standing up as he went to sit down next to her grabbing her hand gently, “..of course, I trust you. You know I love you, I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you if it meant you would feel like this.”

“I’ve known you for 4 years Grant. 4 years, I have stood by your side fighting on the ground and the skies to make sure everyone was safe, to come home safe and sound. As a team and now..”

“4 years and I don’t regret anything, none of our time together. I can explain whatever it is that is crossing your mind.”

She knows. He knows.

Amelia wiped her head over to see him and asked, “Can you?! Can you look me in the eye and tell me you are on the same team?”

“You weren’t meant to get hurt! You and I were always on the same team, don’t you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you!” Grant replied yelling, hesitant to let her hand go.

“I swear, you weren’t even on the same team to beginning with! You were loyal to HYDRA.”

“No. I wasn’t ever loyal to HYDRA, if anything I would say I’m loyal to Garret.”

“You killed people.”

“And you haven’t?”

“I..”

“The last few days you have shot down unexpected agents, not knowing if they were on your side or not. You and I are just trying to protect ourselves here! That’s all what we’re trying to do.”

“Were you ever gonna tell me?”

“Of course I was. Garret wanted you dead! I couldn’t let that happen! I’m trying to protect you here, I was just trying to protect all of us.”

“By keeping this secret from me? I know you are never one to talk about how you feel, but this..this should’ve been something you should’ve told me..”

“And have you act like this towards me? I told you years ago, I’m not a good man, Ames..and yet you stood by me. You and Skye decided to stay beside me no matter how bad it got.”

“And I said ‘yes you are.’ But right now, i just can’t imagine what I should and shouldn’t believe here. Was I pawned in your little lie, huh? Was I?”

At some point both of them were standing up, pacing the room grunting and groaning in annoyance. The room felt like it was heating up due to the argument that forming between them.

Tears were forever forming in her eyesight, running her fingers across her hair as her eyebrows furrowed as her glares softened. She was hurt, she more than hurt and her emotions were breaking in front of her. Tears that being hold back for more than 48 hours finally were getting to see the light of day.

He sighed deeply, wishing he didn’t see those tears, knowing that he will have to deal with Skye later on but this, he looked away from. His hands rested on his hips shaking his head, his anger was rising and his annoyance was taking form. This wasn’t the plan, she wasn’t supposed to get hurt. It wasn’t supposed to be personal for any of them.

“No. You weren’t ever part of the plan nor a pawn, Ames. Believe me, I didn’t expect you to come into my life and change things up!” Grant admitted closing his eyes shut, “It’s over. It’s done, i can’t do anything about it. For once in my life I wanted something that was for me, not Garret giving me orders here! And you came in, yes I lied to you but it wasn’t personal..I swear it wasn’t!”

“Oh, but i think it was! Please, Grant I’m begging you..you’re living a double life here! Getting so close, yet so far to people. I didn’t expect for you to come into my life but you did!” She admitted, “..you were..you lied to me. You lied to me. Don’t hurt Skye, more you than probably are already.”

“I won’t regret getting here and I won’t think about hurting Skye. But Ames, someday you will understand what i have gone through to keep you safe because I love you..”

“So why does it hurt so bad? What are you gonna do next? Lock me up in here? Because your definition of keeping me safe from it all sounds like a hell lot of lies..why?”

“Everything i ever felt for you was real, don’t you get it?! But I won’t betray Garret..”

“..because me and the team woke up a weakness inside of you. I..i don’t know what to think, or believe right now, alright?! I..i..”

Amelia felt weak, not like an agent of shield or anything. Just hurt, broken, betrayed as she crumbled underneath her feet about to walk away.

That was when Ward gently swiftly her back in effort to calm her down as she tried fighting back.

She tried pulling away, hitting him in the chest as hard as she could, causing him to stumble back regaining his stance. Grant just held her in his arms, grabbing her wrist as she repeatedly kept hitting his chest.

“Stop! Stop it, Ames!” Ward said, practically growled at her, “You’re embarrassing yourself here. I won’t kill you or our team, i promise!”

“You promise?” She said, mumbling and stopped hitting his chest, resting her forehead against his chest instead.

“I promise. You can tell them or shout it from the rooftops, but HYDRA is already here.”

“I failed..you failed me, Grant. HYDRA is here..oh god, there’s nothing else to say.”

“I know, baby. I know..”

She just cried into his arms, banging her fist softly again his best. He wrapped kept his embrace tightly, closing his eyes and kissed her forehead before walking away.

“W-where you going?” She asked.

“It’s for your own good, Ames.” He replied.

Without a second later, Grant speeded away out the door, locking the door behind him as you can hear Amelia screams and shouted trying to unlock it. He squeezed his eyes shut and made his out of the hallway.

Amelia grunted realized what he was about to do and scrambled to search for her phone, quickly she texted Skye a message.

‘He’s coming to you.’ She messaged

She responded, ‘On it. You okay?’

‘Will be..’

‘Okay.’

———

Amelia Parker was on the verge of tears once again, anger filling up her mind and conflicted onto what was happening next.

Her next move was informing Coulson, Hill and whoever else was online about what she knows from her research. At the same time, she tried finding a way out, possibly crawling across the vent.

“T-this is agent..Amelia Parker..we found one of the moles, Hydra is dead set of seeking into whatever corner they can. Garret is one of leaders, i don’t know who’s his boss but we need extra weapons, load up the power grids at every SHIELD Facility we can. You should know that Project Insight is part of it. Keep a-any updates coming from any scanners and detectors available. And most importantly, watch your six, you..you don’t know who is your friend or foe..” She said into her voicemail, messaging anyone on her contact list.

She knew that her voice message may have come out choppy or a bit rushed per say due to the sound of her voice, but it was all she can mange at the moment. It sounds like she was exhausted and most likely finished crying before starting that message.

She was practically locked in a bunker in what feels like the middle of nowhere, with not the best service but it manageable if you knew how to handle some technical problems. She just found out that the organization, she has been working for has a lot of issues and the people she thought she knew had more secrets than she ever expected…

Of course she was a mess!

Her only hopes were that she can get out here soon, and her message was sent out to her friends and fellow actual agents. Oh heavens, did she hope her friends and loved ones were safe..

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Vegas, Baby!

Title: Vegas Baby! Pairing: Bobbi Morse x Reader Summary: Bobbi and Y/n have their first kiss as a married couple. R WC: 967

Y/n watched the bleach take off the last remnants of blood from the bathtub. The mission had been messy, but an overall success. It was definitely the kind that Director Fury would have them stay in to think about all the ways it could have gone over better. Y/n wasn't going to do that though, Bobbi wouldn't let her. She'd drag Y/n with her for a night on the town. They were still in Vegas and would be until the next afternoon when their bus arrived. Bobbi had casually mentioned hitting up one of the casinos under the guise of it being suspicious for them to go to Vegas, but not been seen anywhere except for their hotel and the place where they killed a couple guys.

"Christ, you have got to air this place out," Bobbi said as she stepped into the bathroom. Y/n turned to face Bobbi, who was already done up for her night out. It was unfair how good Bobbi looked, especially since she would always be unavailable for Y/n. There would always be some other agent around who had Bobbi's attention. She had gone straight from her training crush to future husband, leaving no room for Y/n to really make an impression in between. "Is that what you're wearing out?"

"Who said I was going out?" Y/n asked. Bobbi shot Y/n a look, one that challenged Y/n to stay inside.

"Come on, are you really going to let me run around Las Vegas by myself?" Bobbi pouted as she took a step towards Y/n. Bobbi towered over Y/n, and Y/n tried to distract herself from all the ways Bobbi could have easily overpowered her in that moment. "Apparently, I'm a bit of a hazard."

"Fine, we can go out," Y/n agreed. Bobbi smiled and excitedly pulled Y/n out of the hotel room. There was a cab waiting for them on the street, which Y/n knew wasn't a good sign. Bobbi seemed to have their entire night mapped out. The cab brought them to a casino that felt a bit fancy for Y/n's black t-shirt and black jeans. Bobbi's cocktail dress made much more sense, and Y/n felt like Bobbi's bodyguard standing behind her all night.

Bobbi was unsurprisingly good at almost every table she stopped by. Bobbi didn't lose any money that she couldn't easily win right back. Even as the drinks began to flow, Bobbi was shockingly good at everything. Y/n tried to hold off on drinking, but her own boredom got the better of her. She busied herself with a few fruity drinks that turned out to pack a much bigger punch than Y/n ever would have thought.

The casino was much more fun when Y/n let herself relax. Now, it was Bobbi's turn to follow Y/n around and make sure that she didn't get into too much trouble. Their fun came to an end much quicker with Y/n when the woman started losing at Blackjack, the only form of poker she knew how to play. Bobbi hoisted Y/n over her shoulder and carried her out of the casino as Y/n shouted profanities that Bobbi hadn't heard since her time in the military at the security team following them out.

"What a bunch of-," Y/n started, only to be cut off by Bobbi.

"Not now," Bobbi warned. Y/n pouted as she looked up at Bobbi. It didn't take very long for Bobbi to register that Y/n was just staring at her. "What?"

"You're pretty, I'd like to marry you." Y/n's words were jumbled together, but Bobbi could still decipher them. "Why did you marry that stupid British guy instead of me? I thought we had something special."

"We did, and that's why I couldn't marry you," Bobbi confessed. Y/n didn't seem to understand it, but Bobbi doubted that it mattered when Y/n started trying to chase down a street food vendor. Bobbi thought they were in the clear until Y/n brought it back up again as they walked past a 24 hour wedding chapel.

"Will you marry me?" Y/n asked hopefully. "Come on, we're in Vegas. You know what they say, and it's not like we don't love each other. Please Barbie, I just wanna love ya."

Bobbi couldn't believe herself as she let Y/n walk her inside. They filled out the forms, which seemed very simple for legally binding contracts, and a man dressed like a wizard ushered them into a little room. There was a blood stain on the carpet in front of a table with a small memorial for a terrible Elvis impersonator. Bobbi had a nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach about this being a terrible idea, but if Y/n woke up in the morning regretting it, they had a great cop-out. Bobbi could pretend that she hadn't sobered up after Y/n caused a scene in the casino. They could pretend to never even know if they didn't want to.

"You may now kiss the bride," the wizard said. He took a step back and Y/n tried to dip Bobbi in a Hollywood kiss, but it was much less graceful than that. Bobbi caught Y/n before she could fully fall. Y/n stared up at Bobbi with a lovestruck look on her face, and Bobbi had no choice but to kiss her. The kiss was messy, as would any with the amount of alcohol that they consumed over the night, but to Bobbi, it was perfect. It was her first kiss with her wife, and she could only hope that they both remembered it in the morning.

#my writing #agents of shield x reader #agents of shield #marvel x reader #marvel #bobbi morse #bobbi morse x reader #mcu x reader #mcu #one shot

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fict1onallyobsessed · 2 years

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If possible could you do a Daisy Johnson x Wife Reader where reader is a extremely feared assassin and is Daisy's Secret Wife and when reader learns Daisy had been severely wounded and is in a coma and reader immediately runs to Daisy's side and end up getting caught by Daisy's Team while holding Daisy's Hand and see the matching wedding rings. (Sorry if this request is so long)

Assassins Love

Daisy Johnson x Wife!Assassin!Reader

It hurt having to see her like this. Her lifeless hand barely gripping onto yours as silent prays and hopes floated in your head. When you got the news about your wife’s injury you knew you had to see her, both hers and your agreement to never tell anyone suddenly felt like a few meaningless words. Although it would definitely come with consequences, you didn’t care in the moment, all you cared for it your wife.

Her hospital room was one you couldn’t get easily into, but you being an assassin and all, you found a way so that people wouldn’t notice. Tears welded in your eyes when you saw the state she was in, tubes coming in and out of her monitoring her stats 24/7.

“Get away from her.” Coulson. You met him- well, fought it a couple of times. He ignored the fact there were tears in your eyes, hand intact with Daisy’s as you leaned on her bed. When you didn’t he reached for his gun, only to scan the scene in front of him.

Her hands, your eyes, the rings.

“You’re her wife.” He said quite calmly, taking his hand off his gun. It all made sense. Why Daisy would keep on distracting them away from you. Why you’d never be at the hideouts when planned. She was protecting you, protecting her wife from them. “Well shit.”

THE END

#daisy johnson fluff #daisy johnson angst #daisy johnson smut #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson x reader #agents of shield x reader #agents of asgard #skye agent of shield #skye johnson angst #skye johnson fluff #skye johnson smut #skye aos #skye johnson #aosedit #agents of shield imagine

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toomanyfandomsimfanvergent · 1 year

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Can you write Grant Ward with a (gn!)reader in Coulson's team who's a ball of sunshine and just basically the opposite of him as a crush or a s/o? Either pre or post betrayal Ward (or both) whichever you want :) Thanks !!

Grant Ward x GN!Reader

A/N: I am so excited to write for Grant! Feel free to send in as many requests as you like! Also, remember that when requesting no spoilers for Season three+

Summary: Grant dating a ball of sunshine.

"Morning love," you said as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's waist. He let a small smile grace his lips as he felt your warmth.

"Good morning sweetheart," he replies, turning you around so he could give you a proper hug.

He pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling away. Pda in common areas with the team was quite rare. It didn't matter that the base was nearly empty. Everyone was either on a mission or doing some form of work around here.

"You have anything to do?" You asked Grant with a smile.

He loves your smile. It was so happy. When you smiled a room would literally light up.

"Coulson doesn't have me doing anything until after the rest of the team gets back from Moscow," grant says and you smile before leading him back to the bedroom.

"I take that as you can stay in bed all day," you say with a smile. Grant let's out a small chuckle at your words. In the back of his mind he kind of knew this was how his day would be. He secretly loved it.

"Yn, only another hour. Just one, I need to work on-," grants protests were interrupted by you.

"Work, work, work. That's all you ever do," you complain and Grant groans before realizing he's not going to be able to say no.

"Fine," he grumbles as you lead him to the bedroom.

You climb into bed and he does to. He wraps his arms around you and snuggles his head into your neck.

This was how the both of you loved spending time. Being with the other was the only thing that mattered.

Spending time with the rest of the team was great but no one could compare to Grant. He was, simply put, the best person you had ever met.

He felt the same way about you

*requests are open*

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Pent-Up Distractions ~Motherly!Melinda May(S6) xFem SHIELD!Agent!Reader

Set in Season 6, A little Motherly!May Blurb. And a reminder that it’s okay to talk about mental health, sexuality, difficulties, and vulnerabilities.

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: fluff, sparring, practice fighting, embarrassment, sexual pent up/tension (on reader side), vulnerability, etc.

Enjoy (:

You hit the mat again with a smack!. You huffed in frustration, rolling over and getting back up to go again.

“You’re distracted.” May bluntly stated.

“No I’m not…” you grumbled.

Within seconds, the woman had you pinned on the ground again. She stared down at you with an ‘I told you so’ smirk plastered on her face.

“Ok fine, I’m distracted, today” you huffed.

At your words, May got off of you and helped you off the mat.

“Channel your distraction. Focus it. Use it to fight better.” The woman instructed.

You nodded, bringing your hands back into sparring position. You swiftly blocked a hit from the seasoned agent, and then managed to almost land a punch of your own. But May easily took advantage of you celebrating a tad bit early, as she grabbed your arm and twisted you to the ground. You winced in pain. May let go once you had hard landed on the mat again.

“I said use it.” The woman curtly reminded you.

You sighed in discontent. You were getting frustrated.

“But how..??” You groaned, smacking your hands against the may for emphasis.

May took a deep breath and stopped to look at you and have this conversation.

“What is distracting you…?” She paused, asking you.

You raked your mind, but you didn’t have to think too hard… Deep down, you knew exactly what was bothering you. You hadn’t had any personal time in days…

“Ummm… I’m not sure…” you anxiously breathed out.

“Think. I think you do.” May spoke.

You gulped and avoided her gaze.

“You thought of something. What was it?” She lightly urged you to open up.

“I… ummm… I haven’t… I think I’m sexually pent up…” you muttered.

“Sorry?” May asked, because you had practically whispered your answer.

“I think I’m… sexually pent up…” you cleared your voice, repeating yourself only louder.

The seasoned agent nodded in recognition of your words. Your face blushed red at your confession. May then began to put up her sparing mits. You looked at the woman in confusion. She came up to you, offering her hand.

“Take the day off. Go have some personal time.” May instructed you, “Work out that tension.”

You nodded, taking her hand and standing up, then going to put away your gear away.

“Thank you, Agent May.” You sincerely told the older agent.

“Anytime Agent L/N.” She responded genuinely.

May then gave you a curt nod, before exiting the training room.

~~~

Melinda May Masterlist ~Coming Soon (:

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kining-the-evil · 10 months

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can I get a-z smut hc for Melinda May? Thanks xx

NSFW Alphabet w/May

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s not crazy into things like cuddling after sex, but will make sure you’re ok. Especially if you had rougher sex

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She likes your hair, being able to grip it while fucking you

For herself it’s her legs. She has put a lot of effort into making them strong, and she makes great use out of them in bed

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

If fem, she likes to make you squirt. If masc, she would like to see you cum in your own hand and lick it up

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She wouldn’t mind you dominating her

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She is absolutely experienced and knows exactly what to do

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

She likes just plain missionary

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s very serious during the act

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She definitely has a bush. Doesn’t have a reason to completely shave and doesn’t really have the time.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She can be romantic, but it might be hard to tell because ’romance’ with her is slightly different then what yours is

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t masterbate very often, but doesn’t care if you do

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Light Bondage, wax play, Degration, Dom!Sub, temperature play

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

At home in your bed. Plays it safe

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally just you. Anything you do, but she is good at controlling it

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Cum play and risky sex

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She likes receiving. She likes giving. It’s all good to her

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

I think it depends on the situation and your guy’s mood

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a huge fan of them. Would rather take her time

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’ll try out new kinks as long as it doesn’t pass any hard limits

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

She can go a long ass time

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has a few, but doesn’t like to rely on them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She really likes to tease you, but does not like to be teased herself

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not overly vocal during sex

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She likes to leave visible marks on your neck, especially when around people who don’t know you guys are together

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She is very, very toned. Lots of strong muscles, as well as body hair because she doesn’t worry much about shaving

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not super high. She’s just fine with not having sex all the time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

May has so much energy after, so it would take a bit of time to fall asleep

#request #agents of shield #agents of shield x reader #melinda may x reader #melinda may smut #melinda may

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redhairedwolfwitch · 11 months

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Agents of SHIELD Masterlist

Fics are under the 'read more' do not repost any of my fics anywhere, reblogs are allowed but do not claim my writing as your own.

We'll Be Back In A Moment

Surprise - Melinda May x Reader

Christmas Party Reveal - Daisy Johnson x Coulson!Reader

Bobbi Morse

Supergirl’s Sister - Bobbi Morse x Fem!Kryptonian!Reader Supergirl’s Sister Part 2 - Bobbi Morse x Kryptonian!Danvers!Reader Crisis After Crisis - Supergirl’s Sister Part 3 - Bobbi Morse x Fem!Danvers!Reader Survivor - Bobbi Morse x Fem!Reader Colours of Emotion - Bobbi Morse x Fem!May!Reader Slow - Bobbi Morse x Speedster!Fem!Reader Wing-Woman - Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, Bobbi Morse x Reader Wing-Woman’s Girlfriend - Wing-Woman Part 2 - Bobbi Morse x Fem!Reader Missing Her - Bobbi Morse x Reader Scream - Bobbi Morse x Inhuman!Fem!Reader A Date At The Gates Of Life - Bobbi Morse x Thorsdottir!Reader Bobbi Morse xFem!Reader Soulmate!AU - Tattoos Bathtub Comfort- Bobbi Morse x Fem!Reader Comfort - Bobbi Morse x Fem!Reader x Daisy Johnson Confessions at the Gates of Death - Bobbi Morse xThorsdottir!Reader Cat Eyes - Bobbi Morse x Fem!Reader x Daisy Johnson

Lady Sif

The Strategist - Lady Sif x Thor’s Twin!Reader

The Strategist Part 2 - Lady Sif x Fem!Reader, Agents of SHIELD x Fem!Reader

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jamiedc-they-them · 1 year

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Cycle Of Life (Platonic)

I’ve been made sad (in a way that was intended. One of the best episodes of TV I’ve ever seen) by the newest episode of Succession on the date I write this (10th April 2023) so I’m using the form that show did and this requested prompt to try work my way through it. Hope you enjoy :)))

May had been monitoring the whole time. She’d trained you for this. Daisy said she’d go instead, but she still wasn’t fully rested from her own mission. So, she wished you luck with a hug and kiss on the head. The rest were either busy or had given you their own form of ‘good luck’ for the job. Seemed easy enough. Only catch was, limited contact. So May waited, and waited, and waited.

She was getting old, she’d admit that now. She had a surprise for you, too. With May knowing that Daisy was going to surprise you with a form making you a full Johnson. You were a sibling to her. You were a sibling (and kid to Coulson and May), but your closest bond was with Daisy. It was going to be a whole thing.

Then the comms went off, and May didn’t think she’d ever been so fast to answer them than this moment, right now.

“Y/N?” She asked into the microphone.

“May…” your voice said, relieved, but she picked up on the strained part to it. Something was wrong.

“Are you ok?” She would ask this to any agent, but her motherly concerns with her team got the better of you. Something was wrong, and she didn’t know what it was.

“Mission’s complete,” that was good, “but I won’t be coming home.”

No.

“What do you mean, agent Y/L/N?” The formalities were a barrier. A shield. It didn’t get by you, however.

“I think you know, May.”

“Where are you hurt?”

“Feels like everywhere. But…” you drifted off for a moment.

“Y/N?” She left the formality behind, the wall crumbling. Her voice even got a bit louder. She was thankful no one else was in this small room that she had booked out to keep an eye on your months long mission.

“Lung. At least…would explain why my breathing is…think it was that,” you were already fading. It was your lung. It was your fucking lung that had got you.

“Y/N. Can you send your location? We’ll come get you.”

“I think you know….this isn’t how it works, May…up to lose each other,” she knew the words you were referencing. She had said them to Daisy when Trip had died to save you both.

“You’ll make it home,” Melinda May was always a stubborn woman.

There was silence on your end for a bit, then a cough. She took it as a laugh.

“Can you make sure….I get back ok? If there’s….anything left?”

“We’ll get you home,” she said, though it was more of a resigned tone this time. You got good at reading them, even though the world was fading on your end. She could hear that more and more as you spoke.

“Thank…” then it went silent.

She shut her eyes. She once convinced herself that feeling was bad. But, with this small team of people trying to do good in a bad world, she grew attached. Daisy sat with her in the cockpit, Fitzsimmons had their own (albeit slightly annoying to her, but paradoxically also endearing) ways of getting to her heart. She fucked Ward, and Coulson was Coulson. You though, maybe it was being the youngest that did it; maybe it was her instincts that she denied that were there and that died with the girl in Bahrain coming back to life once again. Maybe it was those factors and so many more she couldn’t list that drew her to you. Daisy had empathy for you, connected with you like a sister; Jemma had her kindness; Fitz his patience and normality; Coulson his fatherly love, that drew you all into a family. You were there sibling too the younger lot, and child to the older ones.

Now that family had lost one more.

May had hit the button on her radio. A morse code signal. God she missed the woman that code was ironically accidentally named after. They all gathered. Some just having woken up, others alert.

“May, what’s wrong?” Coulson asked, dramatically paused on the stairs as everyone else stood below, May’s back to him as she faced the rest of the team. As if he were some got that could change the fate that had been handed to them.

She couldn’t face her friend, she knew he had an idea. Her cold stance of hands being together and tense posture only himself and you would be able to detect gave the answer to the alive one on what had happened.

“Y/N reported in,” she said, tone even, but cold, “we now need to do a retrieval mission.”

“You mean ‘rescue,’ right?” Daisy corrected. She hoped it was a correction. The lack of an acknowledgment made her ask again, “you mean a ‘rescue’ op, right, May?” No response again, “right?” Still nothing, “May, come on, this isn’t funny.”

The woman who tried to hide her emotion blinked, then gulped. They all saw that. They all saw her leg shake slightly. They all saw how she blinked again, this time her eyes even more glassy than before.

There was a stony silence amongst the crew. Coulson even came down the stairs and stood side by side with May, his own face stony, but he put a hand on her shoulder.

“They completed their mission,” Coulson announced, as if that were any good news.

“Coulson,” Daisy looked heartbroken. They all did, “Coulson, please,” she gulped herself, she couldn’t finish her words.

Coulson’s cold gaze softened. Another friend gone. Another sibling and child to bury. Another agent down. Another name on a wall that just kept growing.

“Who wants to come?”

Four hands went up immediately.

The Quinjet wasn’t the bus, but it was home. Or a smaller version. Like an RV type thing. Daisy had pitched that name. Fitz had rolled his eyes, but he also went with it because Daisy called the Night Night Gun the Night Night Gun. Jemma thought the name quaint. She always had a name with words.

Here though, where there were none.

She wasn’t a full on doctor, but she always made sure you lived. She always made sure you stayed on this side of the abyss. You once called her ‘Elizabeth Comstock’ and she actually got the bio shock reference. Hell, once she even cut her hair to look a bit like your specific comfort character to try make the needles and pain with being patched up more bearable. She didn’t think she fitted the look, but it made you happy.

You would never smile again.

Fitz would never have someone to talk to about monkeys. He’d never have his friend to just talk shop about shows, games, normal things. Mack was a very good friend, but he wasn’t you. No one was you. With your insights, opinions, passion for things.

Daisy always thought you were adorable. With your passionate speeches on dumb fictional things; or the care you had for them all, but sometimes had it turn into anger and then apologise; there were so many things about you to love, but also flaws you always acknowledge that they supported your growth from whoever they could. All she wanted was a family, and she found that through SHIELD. Now another part of that was gone.

First a brother, a twin. Trip. Now a sibling, a younger one. You.

It wasn’t fair. Ward still drew breath, while you wouldn’t.

Coulson secretly wanted kids. He planned to with Audrey, then he died and so did that dream. Now he found it with you guys; now that dream dimmed a bit more. Risks were always within your line of work; he always knew it could go this way, but he always hated when it did.

A loss was a loss. But a young one like you? Irreplaceable.

May was numb as she flew. She didn’t look back, she didn’t sob like some of the rest. She just flew the fucking thing. Part of her wanted to send it into nose dive and just be with you if the afterlife existed. But she knew you’d just be angry at her for that. You’d want her to keep living.

So she would.

You’d be a flame.

A spark that never died.

Something shifted within SHIELD team 616 that day.

HYDRA would never know what hit them.

#agents of shield x reader #agents of shield imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d imagine #melinda may x reader #melinda may imagine #platonic #platonic!reader #platonic reader

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