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untoldreader · 11 days

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Shadows of Betrayal

Melinda May x Reader

Chapter 2

The chill in the air sends a shiver down my spine as I walk alone through the dimly lit streets. Anxiety tightens its grip on my heart, a premonition of the darkness that looms ahead. Little do I know that fate has chosen this night to forever alter the course of my life.

A sudden noise startles me, and before I can react, a cloth is pressed against my mouth. The world swirls into a haze of confusion as darkness claims my consciousness.

When I awaken, disoriented and groggy, the surroundings are unfamiliar. Cold metal presses against my back, and the acrid smell of dampness fills the air. Panic surges through my veins like a wild river, realizing that I have become a prisoner in a place unknown.

A voice cuts through the silence, its tone laced with malice. "Welcome to your new reality, my dear. You are now a guest of Hydra."

Hydra—an organization synonymous with malevolence and destruction. Images of their sinister deeds flash through my mind, tales of manipulation and control that have plagued the world. How did I become entangled in their web?

Days turn into weeks as I find myself subjected to grueling training sessions designed to break my spirit and mold me into a weapon of their choosing. They strip away my identity, reducing me to a mere pawn in their twisted game. The cruelty of my captors knows no bounds, their methods calculated to inflict both physical and psychological pain.

But amidst the darkness, a glimmer of resistance flickers within me. The memory of who I once was, the strength and resilience that defined me, refuses to be extinguished. I vow to fight, to reclaim my freedom, even if it means playing the part of a compliant captive.

As time stretches on, I become adept at concealing my true intentions, disguising my growing resolve beneath a facade of compliance. I observe my captors, studying their weaknesses, searching for an opportunity to strike back. The knowledge that I am not alone in this struggle fuels my determination. There are others, like me, trapped within Hydra's clutches. Together, we form a fragile alliance, sharing whispered stories of hope and survival in the dead of night.

In the shadows, we plan our escape, meticulously laying the groundwork for our liberation. We know the risks, the dangers that lie ahead, but the thirst for freedom outweighs the fear that threatens to consume us.

And so, as the night of our daring escape finally arrives, I take a deep breath, steeling myself for what lies ahead. It's a moment of reckoning, where the strength of my spirit will be tested against the might of Hydra.

As we slip through the labyrinthine corridors, avoiding the watchful eyes of our captors, each step carries the weight of our collective determination. The taste of freedom is within reach, and we refuse to let it slip away.

But Hydra's grip is tenacious, their reach extending far and wide. The path to our liberation is fraught with peril and sacrifice. We navigate treacherous obstacles, engage in fierce battles, and endure unimaginable hardships. Our bodies ache, and our spirits waver, but the flame of hope burns bright within us, guiding us through the darkest of nights.

And so, with hearts aflame and a burning desire for justice, we press forward, fueling our resolve with the memories of all we have lost. For we are no longer mere captives; we have become warriors, united in our quest to dismantle the very organization that sought to break us.

The journey ahead is arduous, and the shadows of betrayal linger. But together, we stand, ready to defy the forces that sought to extinguish our light. United by our shared purpose, we march forward, prepared to face whatever challenges may come our way, determined to reclaim the lives that were stolen from us.

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kining-the-evil · 9 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

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Superbad

Pairing: Melinda May x Reader

Prompt: 15. "Some of us have actual super powers."

WC: 756

"Y/n, what is your position?" Melinda asked you for what to be the fifteenth time since you started this stupid training session. SHEILD was very proud of its technology courtesy of Stark Industries, but you didn't see the point. May had signed off on this training module specifically for you whenever Pepper had offered to design a suit to better utilize and stabilize some of your powers. Melinda had agreed that you did need some stability in your still-developing ones, but apparently she thought this stupid training module would be better for you.

"Uh, past some husks and moving towards the big guy," you answered back. You knew now not to answer with snarky replies or else she'd send you right back to the beginning. May expected you to complete this simulated mission and made it very clear that you weren't leaving until you did so. This had to be your seventh attempt or so, and hopefully your last. You vaulted over a bit of cover you probably should have stopped to recuperate at, but it was too late. You were directly in view of the "big boss" as you had been calling him at first. May had given up on telling you what the hell it was actually supposed to be. Some battles she knew weren't worth going to war over with you, and that had been one of them.

"Y/n, don't you dare," May warned. It was too late because your mind was already made up. You created a small ball of energy and sent it right towards the monster. Almost immediately, everything around you started to fade out. The helmet you had been wearing was lifted off of your head, and May smacked the back of your head as she took it off. "I told you not to do that. This is so you can actually fight in battle. Not everything can be solved with a ball of energy. Especially not when we don't know what that actually does."

"If you would have signed off on any of the trips that had been offered for me, we'd know what I can do. I get that you like having me around, but you can't be so selfish. I'm not your personal superhero," you teased. Melinda glared at you as she set the helmet down on a table. \\"You need to learn basic combat skills before you start training with your powers," Melinda told you. "There is a protocol here for a reason, and you're not special enough to break it."

"I can't train with anybody here, and you won't send me off to train with anyone else. These people here, I could hurt very badly. I almost killed Fitz in the lab that one day. I need to get a handle on my powers," you told her. Melinda seemed surprised by how seriously you were taking this. "I know what they call me behind my back, and they don't even know what you've covered up for me. They don't understand what I can do, and they never will."

"Your powers don't make you evil. Those were accidents." You knew Melinda would defend you until it killed her, which you couldn't let happen. You hated working so closely with her when you didn't know how to keep a lid on your abilities. "Who would I even send you to train with?"

"Someone with something stronger than a gun. Some of us have actual super powers," you said. The words sounded bad as soon as they left your mouth. Melinda's face fell, but she quickly fixed it. You hated that sometimes she let the mask slip around you, and as soon as she did, you'd say or do something to fuck it all up. "I didn't mean it like that. I just, I don't want to hurt you. We just both know I wasn't meant to be a hero, that's all."

"If you want to go, I won't stop you," Melinda said. You nodded, knowing that was her way of telling you that she was done. It hurt, but you figured that it was better she was safe and far away from you. Valkyrie or someone else would find you somewhere to go where you couldn't hurt anybody. You weren't an Avenger, you weren't an agent of SHIELD, and you weren't going to be one of the galaxy's heroes. You were someone who probably never should have been resurrected after Thanos got rid of you. Earth was safer with you far away from it.

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ioveskye · 1 year

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Wonder| Leo Fitz x reader chapter 2

A/N: Heyy! finally the first chapter! let me know what you think <3

The ride to the S.H.I.E.L.D airbase was long and exhausting but for Y/n it was nothing but nerve-wracking. The last time she had a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D. it went horribly wrong, so she really hoped a repeat of last time would never happen again.

When she stepped out of the car she was immediately met with one of the biggest planes she's ever seen. Flying in smaller planes all her life probably changed her views on the plane even more now that she was in front of the big aircraft. After a few more moments of looking up, she saw another car approaching that stopped right beside hers. A tall man with raven black hair and a black suit walked out and she immediately recognized him as Agent Grant Ward. Coulson sent some background information that could be necessary about all the agents that would be on this team to the detective so she at least knew who she was working with.

"You must be Agent Ward," Y/n said as she approached the tall man.

Ward looked over at her and gave her what she thinks was a smile but she didn't quite catch it. It even looked like it annoyed him a little. "That's right, and you must be Y/n L/n? "

"That's me."

After the brief introduction, they both headed towards the plane that would become their home for the next few months.

As soon as she entered the plane voices of two arguing agents were heard. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch it! That's the Night-Night Gun." The curly headed man said, a Scottish accent filling Y/n’s ears.

The two new equated teammates looked at the pair of scientists that had been unloading when they arrived. Y/n observed the two for a bit, already knowing these were the two top-scientists of S.H.I.E.L.D in the past few years, agent Fitz and Simmons. Y/n may not have been an official agent but she knew enough from her past visits and cases.

Y/n crossed her arms in amusement and watched the pair, silently observing them before making herself known. To her surprise, Ward seemed to be doing the same thing.

"Well, it's on my stuff, and it doesn't work, and there's no way we're calling it the night-night gun." The brunette scientist replied, who Y/n knew to be Jemma Simmons.

The curly headed man, Leopold Fitz scoffed at her reply, not taking her comment lightly. "The bullets work. Nonlethal, heavy stopping power, Break up under the subcutaneous tissue–"

"Oh, with a dose of only .1 micro liters of dendrotoxin. I'm not Hermione, I can't create instant paralysis with that." Y/n laughed at her comment a little bit, the nerd in her coming up. Simmons grabbed a few bags and walked into the lab on the plane. "You should have run the specs by me before building the molds."

"The bullets are hollow! It's a marvel I can keep them from breaking apart in the chamber!" Fitz was getting agitated with his friend now, although Y/n wasn't sure if they were based on the bickering she was witnessing.

The pair seemed to not have noticed the two other people present with them in the cargo-hold. They kept up their bickering until Y/n saw Ward walk up to the two in the corner of her eyes, annoyance clear on his face. Right in front of the lab entrance, Ward dropped his large duffel bag on the ground- loud enough for Fitz-Simmons to hear them. The bag landed with a loud thud, and the two heads turned to him, the pair then quickly noticing Y/n behind him with a smirk on her face. Simmons seemed to be surprised while Fitz just carried an embarrassed look.

"Fitz-Simmons?" Ward questioned the two, the annoyance in his voice was just as present as in his facial expressions.

Y/n came to stand next to Ward again and pointed at the Scottish man in front of her, "That there is Doctor Fitz," Fitz gave the two a lopsided smile, putting up one hand to send them a small wave. Y/n smiled at him and then turned to the woman opposite him and then pointed at her, making sure Ward saw. "And this is Doctor Simmons."

"Hi, yea uhm." Fitz trailed off, his confidence dissipated a little when he looked from Y/n to Ward, the look he had was not welcoming. "I'm engineering and Simmons is Bio-chem."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n L/n, you can just call me Y/n though. Did Agent Coulson tell you I'd be joining you?" the woman walked into the lab, shaking the hands of the two scientists, hoping to make a good impression.

"Oh yes! Fitz and I have been reading a lot about your cases, it's an honour, truly." Simmons shook her hand cheerfully. "And call me Jemma!"

"Thank you so much Jemma, I've read a lot about the two of you when Coulson send me it. You guys are incredible. Although I think I'm the only one who did the reading." Y/n cheekily looked up at Ward who was silently judging the pair.

"Coulson said I'd need my comm receiver encoded." Ward handed Fitz the receiver which he grabbed swiftly. "Don't know if you've worked with that model before. It's.." Ward was interrupted when a loud noise filled the room. Both Jemma and Y/n looked at where the noise came from and met Fitz's gaze who had apparently just smashed Ward's receiver. "Brand new.." The agent trailed off and Y/n’s eyes widened, finding the situation kind of hilarious.

"Right, I need to find Coulson. It was good to meet you all." Y/n walked out of the lab, catching Fitz's look who gave her a small smile. Jemma had already ran off to do some scientific stuff, much to Ward's dismay. She still heard the three bicker a little bit when she walked up the stairs of the Bus.

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After a brief introduction with agent Coulson, who had explained her role on the team- that being the private detective for their missions- she received her bunk on the Bus. It was a little small but it was really cozy which she enjoyed a lot. The brunette had found a place for the handful of books she brought along, making the place feel a little more like home after. Now all she needed were some pictures and it'd be perfect, but being the chaotic woman she was, she forgot them.

Coulson had gathered the new-found team to a briefing after they all had the time to settle in. He explained that there had been a sighting of a new enhanced person, right in the middle of the streets in Los Angeles. The hacker group- The Rising Tide- had shown up again after this ordeal and Coulson's plan was to use them to get to him. The plan itself was simple but they had to get one of them on board to interrogate, and Y/n had to admit she was a bit skeptical but since she was just a consultant she had no place to speak. While Coulson and Ward would get the Rising Tide lead they found the rest of the team would inspect the site of the incident, the part where Y/n came in.

Agent Melinda May was behind the wheel, driving the four to the broken apartment building in LA. Jemma had been sitting next to the Asian female, chatting away while May did her best ignoring her. Y/n smiled at the interaction between the two, finding the contrast quite funny. Fitz caught her look and smiled a bit, nudging her. The detective looked at the man beside her and smiled.

"So, I know we only met for a moment today, but I just wanted to say I'm glad Coulson got you on the team."

"Thank you, Fitz. I appreciate it." Her smile got a bit wider when he had complimented her, not many people showed appreciation to her besides her work so she appreciated it a lot.

"Have you ever worked with Shield before?" Fitz asked, hoping to continue the conversation before they arrived.

Y/n’s smile dropped for a moment and she avoided the mans eyes next to her, fumbling with a lose thread on her shirt for a bit.

"Yeah, once or twice." She said and finally looked back into his eyes. When she saw him already looking at her with a soft smile she couldn't help but smile back. "Coulson and I worked together before so since he was in charge of this team he asked for me."

"That is so cool. Going in the field and all." Y/n noticed how his left leg had started moving up and down out of nervousness. "I mean, the field is not always dangerous of course.." He trailed off as he finished his sentence.

Y/n put a hand on his leg, stopping it from bouncing up and down. Fitz looked at her in shock because of the sudden touch which caused her to let out a small giggle.

"Calm down, Fitz. Agent May is there with us, we'll be fine-." May's eyes looked directly at the woman in the rear view mirror after she had mentioned the agent. The look in her eyes caused her heart to sank. She forgot that Fitz-Simmons didn't know about her situation and quickly shut up.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh look! We're here!" Jemma exclaimed.

May drove straight into the street where the accident had happened. Y/n was secretly glad they had arrived before she had to talk about what she almost spilled. And if she had to tell them how she knew- that would be even a longer story to tell. And she wasn’t ready for that.

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You knew she was watching. After the talk the two of you had, you’d been avoiding her. She’d pointed out the lack of enthusiasm that your partner had in dating you. Implied that they planned on breaking up with you. You’d scoffed and told her how wrong she was.

That only seemed to amuse her. Despite what you said you couldn’t help but notice the changes. No more late-night texts wishing you a good night's sleep. But they were on a lot of missions and you couldn’t expect them to keep it up long-term with all the stuff going on. No more trying to spend just a quick lunch together. But who had time for lunch these days?

“I’ll see you later.” they muttered and kissed you on the forehead as they rushed away. Melinda chuckled as she sipped at her drink, pretending to be reading a newspaper.

“What is it now?” You asked and she simply shrugged.

"Did you notice Your partner only kissed you on the forehead? Next thing you know it'll be a pat on the hand." She said and chuckled to herself. You huffed and then went to join her at her seat.

“You’re wrong.” You said firmly. She looked at you as if you were being ridiculous. Then there was a long silence before you added. “I know that you’re wrong, you can say what you like.”

“I didn’t say a word.” She said calmly. “But if I was going to…”

“Ugh. I’m leaving and I’m not listening!” You insisted and left. She chuckled and watched you leave before finishing her drink.

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thebisexualdogdad · 2 years

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Daisy’s brother dating WFA Jason and he and the team run into him ln mission and may tackles Jay.

“Mom stop!”

“You know this dumbass?”

“Yeah… that’s my dumbass bf.”

"The court of owls has been around for centuries, they were founded by the wealthiest of Gotham who use trained assassins called talons to get whatever they want, usually with political motives to let the rich get richer," you explain to the team.

"Y/N if they're a secret society how do you know so much about them?" Daisy questions as the plane lands in Gotham.

"I have some friends that have been trying to take them down for years," you tell her.

"Is one of those so-called friends your secret boyfriend?" Daisy teases with her voice low.

"Keep it down, May doesn't know about Jason yet," you whisper, nudging her with your elbow.

"Alright kids, let get this mission rolling," Coulson says, interrupting your conversation with your sister.

The team enters the abandoned warehouse the court were rumored to be operating out of when you hear a commotion coming from somewhere in the building.

"Be careful everyone, the talons are brainwashed to kill anyone who gets in their way," you state.

Before you guys can find the source of the noise a guy in a red mask comes running in your direction.

May decks him and tackles him to the ground.

"Mom stop!" You yell recognizing him immediately.

May looks up at you as the masked man struggles underneath her, "you know this dumbass?"

"Yeah, that's my dumbass boyfriend Jason," you sigh.

Jason removes his mask and May gets off of him.

"So you're the secret boyfriend," May says.

"Wait, you knew I was seeing someone?" You say in shock.

"I'm your mother of course I know," she replies matter of factly.

Daisy smiles and waves at him, "Hi I'm Daisy, I'm sure Y/N has told you all about me."

Jason gets back to his feet and puts his mask on, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you guys but the small talk will have to wait for later, Dick and Tim are fighting the Talon."

"Which Talon exactly?" You ask not sure if you wanted to know the answer.

"Felix Harmon aka the Gotham butcher."

Of all the talons it had to be the one who was a sadistic serial killer even before the courts influence didn't it.

"That's what I was afraid of. May, if anyone is gonna be able to beat this guy it's you," you state.

"Game on," she grins, cracking her knuckles.

"I like her already," Jason tells you.

#wayne family adventures imagine #agents of shield imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #daisy johnson imagine #daisy johnson x reader #melinda may imagine #melinda may x reader #x gender neutral reader #fic

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forcecaptainnoceda · 1 year

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Married Couples Don’t Blush

Summary: reader and May go on an… interesting mission

TW: 18+, smut, grinding ( may receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving)

MINORS SHOO SHOO

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I don’t know how I got into this mess. This is only the second mission I have been assigned too, but somehow this seemed to be something not even a trained professional would want to do, let alone a third year shield academy student. At first I was so glad to be paired up with Melinda cause she is my best friend, but about five minutes ago, when I realized what we would have to do, I wished to be paired with anybody but her. But we were taught to always commit to the mission. So all I can do now is accept it. Obviously Millie can tell that I am super anxious cause she leans over whispers in my ear saying, “Hey, I can tell your nervous. Don’t be worried. Think about this, instead of being paired up with me, someone who you are comfortable with, you could be paired up with someone you barley know, like Coulson.” I giggle a little bit, but that isn’t the reason why I am dreading this mission. That aspect of it makes me uncomfortable, but I am worried about that fact that all of today I have been noticing how beautiful Melinda is. How kind she is. How absolutely amazing she is. So as we near the room, I am not nervous about the sex part I am nervous about falling in love with my best friend.

When we are about to enter our room I whisper to Mel, “how are we gonna do this?” She responds with, “follow my lead.” So I did just that. Mel entered the room and took off her heals stating what a long day it had been. I agreed and did the same thing. She came over and kissed my neck. My face felt like it was on fire. When May noticed this she giggled and kissed my nose. I could tell that my whole body was now some shade of pink. Millie started taking off her dress and wiping away her makeup. I had to take a second to center myself and remember that we are supposed to be married. Married couples don’t blush when their partner kisses them. When Melinda came out of the bathroom she had a mischievous glint in her eye. I finally acknowledge the fact that this is actually happening. “You know I love that suit, but it would just look so good on my floor.” Mel pins me against a wall and attacks my neck. Not expecting what just happened I let out a moan. She takes that as a sign of encouragement pulling her kisses up from my neck to my parted mouth. Millie uses said parted mouth to take control of the kiss. I cannot believe that I am about to do this with my best friend. As though sensing this thought Melinda went up to my ear and whispered, “Is this alright with you? I want to make sure your not uncomfortable.” I shake my head eagerly trying to play it off like I am just a good actress. Now Mel takes full control. “Now why don’t you strip for me princess…” I do so with speed, obviously Millie does the same because next time I look back I can see her stunning figure. “You get more beautiful every time I look at you.” I turned the tables making Mel blush this time. “The flattering works. Bed. Now.” I practically skip over to the bed. When I look back Melinda is sauntering over, which makes me turn into a tomato (a/n Amity tomato 😂). She gets on top of me and starts trailing kisses all the way down my body. When she finally reaches my legs she takes as long as possible to get where I need her. She gives me hickies on my inner thigh to commemorate the occasion. She grazes her tung over my clit then pulled away stating, “Me first.” I whine a little then comply. I prepare my face, but then she sits on my thigh. Apparently with a fan of grinding. So Mel starts moving trying to create as much friction as she can. I help by moving my thighs in the opposite direction of her movement. This ended up doing something cause a moan escaped her mouth. I then put my thigh as close to her folds as I can get and put my hands on her shoulders pushing her down. At this point I can tell she is incredibly close cause she is practically screaming. I never knew she could be this loud. When she finally cums I guide her off my leg gently and lay her next to me after tons of kisses it is finally my turn. She gives one final kiss to the jaw and makes her way down. She started assaulting my clit. She adds extra stimulation by plunging three of her fingers in and out of me. I can’t help but moan. Mel decides to use her free and message my boob. With all this happening at once I only last an incredibly short amount of time. I can already feel the knot building in the center of my stomach. When I am finished Millie helps me ride through the orgasm and tells me I did amazing for her. I bring her up to cuddle and whisper asking if she is okay, she responded yes in a very whimsical tone. When Me and mel are cuddling a very intrusive thought invades my mind. This thought is saying, “I love her. That’s it. I love her.” I cannot let myself admit that because I would never have a chance. She’s my best friend after all…

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months

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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.

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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.

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Fragments of the Past

Melinda May x Reader

Chapter 1

The sound of rain pattering against the windowpane creates a soothing rhythm, pulling me deeper into my thoughts. As I sit alone in our empty apartment, memories of a time filled with warmth and laughter flood my mind. It's a bittersweet symphony, each note carrying a fragment of our once vibrant love story.

I close my eyes, allowing the memories to transport me back to a time when the weight of the world hadn't yet settled upon our shoulders. Back to the day Melinda and I stood before each other, vowing to navigate life's challenges together.

The sun bathes us in its golden glow as we exchange rings, sealing our commitment in the presence of our loved ones. The joy in Melinda's eyes is like a beacon, illuminating the path we're about to embark upon. In that moment, I am filled with hope and anticipation, believing that our love can conquer any obstacle.

The scene shifts, and I find myself in our cozy living room, sharing stolen kisses and whispered promises. We revel in the simple joys of everyday life, finding solace in one another's arms. Our love is a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the world. Nothing can break us, or so I believed.

But the world has a way of testing even the strongest bonds. It starts slowly, almost imperceptibly, as Melinda's missions grow more dangerous. The worry in my heart intensifies with each passing day, a constant reminder of the fragility of our happiness.

Vienna becomes the turning point, the catalyst that fractures our once unshakeable foundation. Melinda's life hangs by a thread, narrowly escaping the clutches of death. In that moment, fear takes root within me, intertwining itself with every fiber of my being.

The weight of the secrets she carries burdens her, etching lines of pain and isolation onto her face. I can see the toll it takes on her, the toll it takes on us. The distance between us grows, an invisible wall erected by the dangers that consume her life.

Tears stain my cheeks as I confront her, my voice trembling with a mix of sadness and resignation. "I can't do this anymore, Melinda," I whisper, the words a painful admission of defeat. "I love you, but I can't live in constant fear of losing you."

Her breath catches, her eyes mirroring the anguish in my own. She sinks to her knees, tears streaming down her face. "I never meant for it to come to this," she confesses, her voice choked with pain. "But I can't walk away from the work I do. It's who I am."

In that moment, our love feels like fragile glass, shattered into a thousand pieces. We both realize the truth that hangs heavily in the air—an uncertain future lies before us, filled with sacrifices and unforeseen consequences.

The sound of rain slowly fades away, replaced by the deafening silence that engulfs us. We know that tough choices lie ahead, that Melinda must confront her own demons and find a way to reconcile her duty with the love we hold in our hearts.

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kining-the-evil · 1 month

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Pitty Party

/Summary/: After a mistake on a mission that led to another member of the team getting hurt May is there to help bring you back to earth

/Trigger warnings/: talks of death, talks of being in jail, panic attacks, no pronouns are used but reader is meant to be they/them, may is a mentor to the reader

/Requested by/: @mellifluous-fics

Agents of shield Masterlist. Other masterlists

/AN/: I am so, unbelievably sorry this took almost a year to get out. I’m going back and trying to get all of the old fics out that were the original requesters. I really hope it was worth the wait.

Slap…Slap…Slap…

You listened to the way your fists hit the punching bag in front of you. Your hands were starting to go numb, but you ignored it as you continued to hit the bag. You didn’t want to stop, you couldn’t stop. Not after today. Not after you fucked up the way you did. Not after you let Fitz get hurt on a mission.

You heard someone come into the room, but you ignored it, just like you had every other time someone from the team came in to try and talk to you. You ignored Sky, Colson, and Grant. Even Simmons left Fitz’s side to try and talk to you, but you refused to stop or look over at her as she told you Fitz was going to be okay.

“I didn’t come in here to be ignored.”

You hesitated for a second when you heard May's voice, but the moment you did, a flash of what happened went through your mind and you went back to hitting the bag. May let you continue for a few minutes before speaking again.

“You’ve been at it for two hours, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“‘M fine.” You finally mumbled, but her words got to you slightly. You started to feel the exhaustion from not only the two hours of active work you just did, but the mission you’d been on before this. You felt your body stagger slightly, your arms getting heavy and you could suddenly feel the sweat covering your body.

A hand touched your shoulder, pulling you back from the bag, and you let it. Your hands fell as you were led back a few feet, and you had to work to stay upright.

“Sit.” May commanded, though her voice was slightly softer than it normally was. She pushed you down onto a bench, walking away to grab you some water, not that you drank it. Instead you just looked at the water as you tried to catch your breath.

“Don’t throw yourself a-“

“It’s not a pitty party.” You snapped through labored breath. You knew this speech, it was the same thing May had given you a thousand times. When she was training you and you had a tough day, when you failed a mission for the first time, even when she came to recruit you for SHIELD. You could remember it like it was yesterday, how you were in a ‘correctional facility,’ no one had visited you the entire time you were there, your parents making it clear they didn’t want anything to do with you after the ‘incident.’ That’s when May showed up, offering you a place at their youth training center, and you happily took it instead of being stuck in that facility for any longer than you had too. You could remember exactly what she said; ‘you can stay here and throw yourself a pitty party or you can make a difference.’

“It sure looks like one,” May told you. “You’re ignoring you team, Fitz is going to be fine-“

“He’s not fine!” You finally snapped. “Fitz isn’t fine! He got shot because I could do my damn job and clear the building!” You stood up and threw the plastic cup of water to the ground. May just watched you, her hands crossed across her chest. “Say something!”

“Say what?” She sounded like her calm composed self, and it pissed you off.

“Anything! Yell at me! Tell me I was an idiot that doesn’t know how to do my job! You should be angry with me, everyone should be!” You yelled at her as your eyes filled with tears. “I’m the reason my teammate almost died! I’m supposed to protect you all, that’s my job, and I couldn’t even do that!”

May just watched you yell as tears streamed down your face. You were sure everyone could hear you at this point, but you didn’t care. You wanted May to tell you off like she did every other mistake.

“How many missions have you successfully completed?” You frowned at her words as you cried.

“What-“

“How many missions have you completed successfully?”

“I don’t know… a lot?”

“And how many have ended with a teammate hurt in a way that could have been lethal?”

“Two.” May’s face softened at your answers slightly.

“That time wasn’t a mission-“

“That’s what we called it. And because I didn’t watch the owner of that convenient store we robbed my best friend that I considered family died. And now another friend I consider family almost died because I didn’t watch for any threats like I should have been doing! So don’t make this into a ‘it only happened once, everyone makes mistakes,’ because this isn’t that! These two times matter more than any other mission I’ve completed!”

By the end of your little rant you were full on crying, almost hyperventilating as you wrapped your arms around yourself. A panic attack. You used to get them a lot when you were younger, but you hadn’t had a bad one like this in years.

You were so wrapped up in your struggle to breath and the flashing memories that you didn’t realize May had moved closer to you until her strong arms were being wrapped around you.

“Follow my breathing.” May told you,and you did your best to match your shaky breaths to her strong ones. You don't know how long you stood there together doing that, but eventually you were able to slow your breathing. Even after that May kept her arms around you.

“You aren’t getting sent away for this mistake, none of us are going to leave you because you made an honest mistake. Okay?”

“I should still be punished.”

“Normally I’d agree to a good punishment for a mistake, but I think you’ve done plenary.” May motioned to your split and bleeding knuckles. “Now, come on. Fitz was worried sick that you were punishing yourself over this.”

You nodded and let May lead you out of the room and back to your team.

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And he is back

Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader (soulmate au)

TW: suicide

Plot: In a nightmare, you see Hive whose persuades Diasy killing herself and now he is in your mind, again.

You see him, behind her back, the great and powerful Hive. The shadow of a sadistic smile painting his monstrous face as he whispers in her ear. He did it to you too, and now he's doing it to her. You scream at her to stop but it's no use, she can't hear you, no matter how hard your vocal cords vibrate, begging her to stop, not to listen to him. Daisy, the inhuman who stole your heart, stands in front of him, her back to him as she puts a gun to her temple, her finger firmly on the trigger.

You scream, tears streaking your cheeks as you try to get closer but some kind of barrier prevents you. You slam your hands on that invisible wall; once, twice, three times but nothing you do seems to get his attention.

"Daisy, please," your voice is hoarse and trembling and the Inhuman looks at you but her eyes are glassy, the effect of Hive's drug clouds her mind and your heart aches, you know what she is feeling and you know the effect her control has on Inhumans like you.

"Daisy, look at me, don't do it, love. There's me, there's Jemma, Wanda, Natasha, Bobbi, May, Coulson, Fitz, Mack...please Dee, don't do this."

You plead with her, falling to your knees as your tears fall so profusely that they pool in a small stain at your feet. Your heart clenches as you watch her grip the gun tighter.

Hive walks over to the hacker and girds her hips, bringing his mouth closer to Daisy's neck.

"They'll be better off without you; think about Lincoln, Trip..."

He whispers it as glibly as if he were speaking words of love as he looks at you with dark, malevolent eyes that pierce your soul. He looks at you as if he were addressing those words to you as well.

Daisy looks at you one last time before unlocking the gun's safety.

"You'll be better without me."

You scream and your heart stops when a shot rings out in the dark gray cell where you stand. You fall to the ground and watch the blood gush from her lifeless body. You watch his face quickly turn to ash gray.

"Do not despair, you will soon meet his end, inhuman."

Hive approaches you and, finally, the barrier that separated you from Daisy shatters. You start to run toward her but Hive grabs you by the arm, forcing you to turn toward him.

"Your time has come."

"No!"

You scream and as he makes you dependent again, your concern goes to Daisy's body lying on the cold concrete floor and the only desire that pervades you, before Hive takes over, is to hold her in your arms and hear her laugh once more.

………..………………………..………………

You wake up drenched in sweat and with your heart beating wildly. Your chest aches and it takes you a few seconds to realize that what you experienced was nothing but a terrible nightmare.

Chills run down your spine as you sit up; your pajama shirt is so wet that the cold air outside the covers makes you shiver at the mere touch.

You search frantically for Daisy with your eyes, and when you see her chest slowly rising and falling and her light snoring, you breathe a sigh of relief and your heart finally begins to calm a little. You bring your knees to your chest, looking at Daisy and not taking your eyes off your girlfriend. You struggle to extricate yourself from Bobbi's grip and step over Jemma to get out of bed. You need to get some air and you don't want to sleep, not anymore. You don't want to see her face again and, most of all, you definitely want to get the image of Daisy out of your head and- and.

You shake your head, gritting your teeth and trying to breathe deep to get the image of the gun pointed at her temple out of your head.

You look at the nightstand where Bobbi always rests her gun, despite your protests, Jemma's protests, and Wanda's protests. Natasha, on the other hand, along with Daisy, fully supported her. You don't think twice before taking it in your hand, squeezing it with more force than you should. If Hive is back, if he has entered your head again...No, he is dead, Lincoln sacrificed himself to make him dead. His sacrifice could not have been in vain, not-

You can't freak out, not here, not with them sleeping so you touch your bracelet, activating it, before teleporting to the gym. You sit on one of the mats May uses to meditate, turning the gun over in your hands, savoring its weight and the coldness of the metal. You sob, thinking back to the nightmare and what Hive put you through, put you through. You remember vividly the dazzling withdrawal his lack of touch caused you; the physical pain he caused you, not to mention the mental pain. If he came back--you look down the barrel of the gun and turn it toward you,toward your face. If he came back, your last moment of lucidity will lead to your death, is a promise.

"What the hell are you doing?"

May's voice makes you wince and you drop the gun to the ground. May quickly approaches you, kicking the gun away and trying to meet your gaze.

"What the hell were you doing with a gun pointed at you?"

May repeats, punctuating each word harshly as she watches your every movement.

"I-it's not what it looks like May."

You whisper; you don't make eye contact with her, yet you feel her gaze burn into your back.

" Y/n, I really don't think it can look like anything else right now."

Flashbacks of your nightmare return to cloud your mind. You don't even realize that you tried to reach for your gun again and were stopped by May.

"Y/n, y/n! This is not real, what you are experiencing is not real. Listen to me, follow my voice, let's go."

May is frightened, you don't seem to be listening to her, and the Caveman is particularly startled by the blank look on your face.

"Agent!"

May shouts, shaking you by the shoulders, and Hive's face in front of you turns into the face of your SO.

"M-May?" you whisper, your voice shaky and broken as you cling to her as if she were your only lifeline.

"It's all right, it's all right. It was all in your mind."

It takes you a few minutes to realize that you are clinging to your SO; although you see May as a mother -- well, she must not know that. You pull away from her and swing from one foot to the other, looking out of the corner of your eye at the gun a couple of feet away from you.

May follows your gaze and quickly reaches for the gun, taking it in her hands and slipping it into the empty holster on her right thigh.

"Are your girls awake?"

You open your eyes wide, shaking your head firmly.

"No, no May, you don't have to tell them anything. Please May."

The officer sighs, crossing his arms and looking at you with a raised right eyebrow.

"Y/n, you're clearly having problems and you need to talk to someone about it, okay? They are your partners, if-"

"It's Hive!" May stops and you sigh, before continuing; your back hunches, as if you are bearing the weight of the world on your shoulders, "It's Hive, May. He's back, he's entered my head again, he's brought Daisy to-a-"

Tears line your cheeks, you no longer know what is real and what is not.

May looks at you confused and shakes her head as she tries to move closer to you, unsuccessfully as you pull away from her touch.

"No y/n, Hive is dead, Lincoln sacrificed himself to make this happen...Daisy is fine and he is not in your head. Not anymore."

You chase away the tears, wiping them away with your pajama sleeve but they continue to fall copiously; again and again as your body shudders with each sob you emit.

"Rockstar?"

Bobbi's voice makes you hold back a sob. You turn to her, noticing that she is not the only one who has noticed your absence in the bed. After all, your soulmates feel, at least in part, the feelings you have; especially if those feelings are as strong as the ones you are feeling right now.

"We didn't find you and we got scared," Jemma whispers, moving a few steps closer to you.

"And Bobbi's gun was not in its usual place."

The Inhuman approaches you and, before you can pull away, draws you into a hug.

"You dreamed Hive, didn't you?"

You stiffen under her touch as soon as that name slips from her lips. It feels wrong, poisonous, you want to suck it away once and for all. From yours and his mind, knowing the pain he has caused you both.

You nod, slowly. You lean into her touch, tired of bearing all that suffering alone, like so many times before. Daisy caresses your face, brushing a rebel lock from your forehead, before leaving a tender kiss on it.

"He's dead love, he's dead. He will never come back; I will not let him hurt you again, do you understand? Never."

Jemma, Bobbi and May watch the intimate moment between you and Daisy. Although Jemma and Bobbi are dying to hold you in their arms, they understand that in this moment Daisy is the only one who can truly understand your pain.

May approaches the two biochemists, handing them the gun she had previously hidden in her holster.

"I believe this is yours, Bobbi. I would advise you to put it in a safer place, you never know what might trigger an attack, you know."

Bobbi nods, quickly taking the gun and putting it in the back of her pants only after setting the safety. Jemma looks at the gun, looks at you, and then turns her attention to the older officer.

"What did he do? Why doesn't the gun have the safety on anymore, May?"

May sighs, shoots you a look and then drags Bobbi and Jemma away from you and Daisy.

"She...had the gun in her hand and was pointing it at herself."

Jemma gasps, as does the blonde. The weight of the gun, now, is a hundred times heavier and almost seems to drag her down.

"No May, you're wrong, she wouldn't, not-" The biochemist shakes her head, clinging to Bobbi's arm and looking at the blonde for confirmation, a hint of reassurance that, however, does not come.

The blonde agent looks away, thinking about how much Hive's addiction upset you, just a few months earlier, and how you became a different person under his control.

"Bobbi? She can't, right? She can't have done that, not-"

"Jem, remember what Hive did to her, how her powers rebelled against her own control...And now think if she thought she was at his mercy again, unable to do anything. I don't doubt that she could have, though it hurts to admit it."

You only seem to break out of the little bubble you and Daisy have created when Jemma emits her first sob.

Daisy's head snaps toward the biochemist; her gaze is a mixture of concern and confusion as she searches for an explanation for the fact that one of her soulmates is in tears. Bobbi shakes her head, mimicking a "we'll talk about it later" with her lips before leaning close to Jemma's right ear and whispering something that neither you nor Daisy can hear but that makes her stand up and leave the gym.

"Bobbi, what-?" you ask, confusion painting your face as you force yourself away from Daisy and toward the blonde.

"It's okay rockstar, she's just worried about you, we all are really. What do you say we join her in bed? It's four in the morning and I think we all need a good night's sleep."

You're not convinced by his answer, but he's right about one thing-you do need sleep, and even though you're afraid Hive will come back to haunt your dreams, you fear you have to do it anyway. Or at least, you have to pretend you do otherwise your girls will never leave you alone. So you nod, nod a small smile at them, say goodbye to May and leave the gym, joining Jemma. Daisy, Bobbi and May stand there and watch you leave, avoiding talking until your silhouette disappears from their sight.

...............................................................

You are holding Jemma in your arms when you see Bobbi and Daisy enter your room. From their looks, you can tell that May has told them everything.

Bobbi stares at you for a few seconds before setting the gun down on the same nightstand from which you borrowed it not an hour earlier. You stiffen a little at the thought of the talk the girls are about to give you and shudder at the mere thought of having to tell Daisy about your nightmare. The girl you're holding in your arms notices; in fact, she lifts her head and looks you in the eye as she lovingly strokes your back two, three, four times before the other two girls also join you on the bed. Bobbi sits cross-legged on the bed, inches from you and Jemma; Daisy, on the other hand, sits beside you, taking your right hand between her own.

"Honey, what did you dream? Did you dream Hive?"

You nod, stroking her hand and playing with the ring on her index finger. You focus on the warmth emanating from her body, on her face, on the face no longer as pale and lifeless as that has invaded your mind in the past few hours.

"L-he...he killed you, Dais. Or, I, he had you under his control again and convinced you to-"

Although you are trying to hold them back, tears line your cheeks ignoring your concern, "I saw you put the gun to your temple and pull the trigger."

The three girls remain silent and you turn away from them.

"And I couldn't do anything, I couldn't teleport, you couldn't hear me and- and finally, he made me go to you and I held you in my arms but it was too late."

Sobs shake your body as you approach the bedside table. Bobbi follows you, not for a moment leaving you uncontrolled.

"Y/n..." the blonde whispers, starting to move, slowly, toward you.

"I can't let him control me again, I can't, he's still inside my head, I-I love you, I really do, but I won't survive if he controls me again."

Your thoughts race frantically, so much so that your hands shake and you suddenly find yourself on the opposite side of the room. You fall to the floor with a thud, watching your girls, previously inches from you, more than a couple of feet away.

"Fuck it, fuck it, it's messing with my head, I can’t even control my powers anymore!"

Tears roll down your cheeks; you jump to your feet and shake your head furiously, over and over again. The last time you weren't in full control of your powers, it was under the influence of Hive. You no longer have doubts. You're not thinking clearly, otherwise you wouldn't do what you're about to do. You sprint towards the nightstand and, despite Bobbi trying to get there before you, you manage to grab the gun and remove the safety.

“What-no, stop!”

Daisy is moving towards you, Jemma is petrified and Bobbi is analyzing the situation trying not to panic.

"I'm sorry, I love you"

You pull the trigger and wait for the gunshot and the pain but none of that happens. The screams of your girls are the only thing you can hear.

"What the hell did you want to do"

Natasha stands in the doorframe, her voice shaking at the sight of the gun pointed at your temple. Wanda, however, is right behind her; her face is pale and her eyes are red as she uses her magic to keep your index finger from pulling the trigger. You look at your hand, see it covered in Wanda's red magic and your heart stops for a while when you realize that you haven't completed your task yet. Bobbi lunges at you, tackling you to the ground and throwing the gun away, but not before stuffing the magazine into the back pocket of her jeans. You collapse against the floor, surrendering under the blonde's grip with the hope that what is happening is nothing more than a nightmare. You could use your powers to free yourself from her grasp but you don't want to hurt her in any way. And suddenly, despite months of therapy, you fall back into the depressive state that Hive brought you to during his time on earth. You remain helpless in Bobbi's arms; your gaze is glassy as Bobbi talks to you, shaking your shoulders when you don't answer her. Your body moves back and forth, with the same ease of an unconscious body but you, on the other hand, have your eyes open, wide open, even if the emotionless and apathetic look in your eyes worries your girls greatly and Wanda does this that you think is best for you. She kneels next to you, caresses your temples and puts you to sleep with her magic.

“What the hell is going on?” Natasha whispers, breaking the silence as all the girls look at your unconscious form in Bobbi's arms.

“I… I think she has some Hive residue in her mind,” Jemma says, knowing she's just released a bombshell. They have to help you, whatever is happening to you, they will help you.

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Wonder | Leo Fitz x reader Prologue

A/N: Hey everyone, after more than a year I am finally going through with this series that I had planned. Since there is a lack of aos fics out there i wanted to make one myself. On my AO3 there is a version of this fanfic with my OC as well (in case you don’t want to read an x reader, its @ioveskye as well) Please let me know if you like the series and let me know if you want to be on the taglist.

"These are all the files the department could find about the experiments you requested." Lucia, the newly hired intern said to Y/n as she was handed the files she asked for. She smiled at the young girl and thanked her. Lucia made her way back to her own desk and Y/n immediately began to do her research.

Y/n L/n, a well-known detective all around the world. She has solved numerous mysteries and was even the first person to be right about the 'Thor theory'. A recent turn of events has caught the attention of the young detective lately which led her to read all the files that the department could find. Numerous hospitals in the area around Los Angeles all had encounters with patients that died of similar causes. The biggest pattern between these deaths was that the cause of death was never discovered. After some more digging Y/n found out that all the patients had all undergone special treatments at the same medical clinic.

Sadly that was as far as she got. An address. It wasn't a well-known clinic and they only specialized in physiotherapy (that's what the website said at least). So she decided to check it out to just 'ask some questions'. The moment she grabbed her gear however she was stopped by the ringing of her phone. It wasn't her work phone so she was very confused about why an anonymous caller was calling her. When she pressed accept she never would've believed to hear the voice of an old friend.

"Y/n L/N, it has been a while since we last spoke hasn't it?" The voice of Phil Coulson said at the other end of the line.

Y/n couldn't help but smirk. Of course, Phil Coulson would call her randomly after three years like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Well well, Phil Coulson. In what do I owe the pleasure? Does S.H.I.E.L.D. need my help again with something?"

"You could say that. But it isn't just S.H.I.E.L.D. it's also a friend asking for a favor."

She turned to the two co-workers that were waiting for her at the side of her desk. She held her phone to her shoulder so she could talk to the two men. "Guys go back to your other assignments I don't think we'll be heading out for a while."They nodded at her and walked back to their own desks once again while Y/n turned her attention back to her phone.

"So, what kind of favor is this and how do I benefit from it." She asked the man with a smirk knowing damn well it didn't actually matter since she'd always help out.

"I've been setting up a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that are focused on missions with potential 0-8-4's. I think you're familiar with those right?" The line went quiet for a while, Coulson waiting for an affirmation that the young detective still remembered what he meant. When the girl hummed in familiarity the man continued. "Well, I hoped that you would be a part of that team. I know your last team up with S.H.I.E.L.D a few years ago didn't go as planned and that you've decided that working on your own was better but I hoped you could give us another chance. I think you'd be a great asset. If not for S.H.I.E.L.D then just as a consultant. I'd like to hear about your decision soon."

The girl sighed when Coulson didn't say anything else. Of course, she wanted to help Coulson with his team but teamwork wasn't something she was specialized in. The last time she went on a mission with S.H.I.E.L.D it went horribly wrong and she told herself she wouldn't make that mistake again. But now that Coulson asked for her help she couldn't refuse.

"All right, ill do it. But they better pay me for this."

"Don't worry, I've already made sure of that."

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