#agents of Shield

[jasperathrifteddoll]

Sometimes a family is a brilliant Biochemist, her husband who's whereabouts and when-abouts she cannot know without putting him in mortal danger, their grandson who is the same age as them, and a Millennium-old Sentient Synthetic being who all live on a time-traveling plane. and that's beautiful.

SOMETIMES a family is a young woman with earthquake powers, her surrogate mother with no emotions of her own, her surrogate father who is now an android BUT has a lot of feelings, and her constantly-bewildered boyfriend who was meant to die in 1955 who all live on a time-traveling plane. and that too, is beautiful.

AND SOMETIMES, these two families (plus a Colombian Speedster with robot arms and her boyfriend, their leader, with his large and powerful form) come together to create one bigger even more beautiful family, who all live on a time-traveling plane.

[daily-dose-of-dousy]

happy valentine's day to them and them only!

[multiverse-peterbparker]

Mission Report

February 14, 2025

12:40 pm

New York City; Times Square

This is an open roleplay! Please feel free to join in and tag whoever you want! I need more friends :,)

It was a calm day. Valentine’s Day was supposed to be just that. A calm day, a happy day. Reds and pinks, whites and pastels. Pretty flowers, women in dresses, girls with their gal pals. So what was it? Something in the air was just… off. Way off.

Maybe it was the kid in a worn out MIT hoodie, face hidden from view, tactical gear hidden under his clothes. Peter Parker (@multiverse-peterbparker) was the kid.

Maybe it was the sniper sitting on the roof— a girl waiting to strike (@imjustagirlyourhonor). Her hair flowing down her shoulders, the usual emotion in her eyes gone.

Perhaps it was a child (@official-cjbarnes) who was alone in a crowd. Not with a father, not with a mother. Just a child with a metal arm peaking out from under his hood— the child who had a gun peaking out from his pocket.

Or maybe it was the oddity (project-Gaia-Hydra) standing out, baring an animal mask on their face. Standing silent, dead silent, watching passerby’s.

It could’ve been the fact that a shield agent (@agent-of-shield-s) and the security of stark industries (@official-happyhogan) were standing with Eddie Brock (@officialeddiebrock). They were in the shadows, watching the streets— particularly the people mentioned above.

There was a chance it was the man with six arms (@the-hydra-hybrid) standing with a former hydra handler (@doctor-mindweaver) as they waited for the orders to strike and incapacitate those under control.

Maybe it was the two assets (@project-subzero and @captainzenith) standing quietly. One with a shield that belonged to Captain America- the other just standing beside them. Or the one standing just a few feet away (@om3ga-9) and waiting to provide assistance if needed.

It was, of course, most definitely the two handlers hiding from view though. (@doctoradamyan and @nikolaos-th0rn3)

That’s when the chaos broke out. Screaming sounded, gunshots broke out.

Peter was now attacking people, using his webs for… well, bad. Symphony was hitting people from above with her rifle. Callum was attacking people with his father’s gun, not exactly using it but hitting them over the head with it. Meanwhile project GAIA was locked in a battle with Yuki and Captain Zenith had taken off towards the two HYDRA handlers.

Happy was ducked behind a car, trying to get an eye on the sniper while Eddie— venom— was scaling buildings and attacking various other HYDRA operatives. Oliver Winslow was trying to hack into any systems he could to turn them into the good side. Viren and Viktor were scrambling to find the handlers as well, but they were also trying to keep CJ safe while trying to incapacitate him.

Thanatos had just disappeared altogether. He was in the shadows.

// Here’s a few situations to join in on! Enjoy!

@twoarrsandonesea @thatone-spidey @cypherlune @thatone-midgardian @god-of-mischief-mcu @th3blackcatt @we-love-redwing @anonymous-existences

[accidental-spice]

Hii!! I feel like I haven't seen you in ages, I hope you're doing great!! If it's not too late, could I request a Dousy lockscreen? Thank you, and have a nice day!!

Awww, thanks!!! I am doing great, I have delicious chocolate 😂 back at you, I how you're doing well, too!! Oh GREAT request

Gosh I love these two. Thanks for the ask!!

[sanjuwrites]

agents of shield announcing the events of age of ultron THREE days before the movie came out like oh my god marvel was fucking peaking 🫡 i wish i was old enough to be around to watch it live

[coulsons-left-arm]

Good news, bois! 🤠 I rewatched the scene where Daisy smacks Coulson's power button in s7. You remember what Jemma tells him when he wakes up for the first time???

"The last scan of your brain was from the Framework. I've done my best to update it with all that you've missed."

Do you understand what this means??? S7!Coulson DOES have "first-hand" memories of small moments with Daisy. He remembers her calling him A.C., how he wiped her tears, and eventually how she launched herself at him in a hug when he didn't have more information about her parents, how she pulled him out of the memory machine, how he found her shot and left for dead and held her bleeding body, how she insisted she help him with his carvings, how he held her close when she found the picture of her and her dad, how he stayed by her bedside after she went through terrigenisis, how he made her the best grilled cheese sandwich, how he talked with her on the way to the cabin and gave her a hug before he left, how she didn't trust Rosalind, how she ran away from the Playground and from the team because of Hive, how he told May that Daisy is the closest thing he has to a daughter, how she came back and wanted to isolate because it's what she felt she deserved, how broken she was when Lincoln sacrificed himself for everyone, how she ran away for months and he tried tracking her down, how relieved he was when she was safe... And I know there's so many more moments I'm missing, but think about it. S7!Coulson's first-hand, genuine memories from OG!Coulson did contain quite a chunk of his relationship with Daisy and how it grew.

So s7!Coulson does, in fact, know what Daisy means to him. Genuinely. Yes, there's a sizable gap missing, and Jemma did her best to fill that gap with what she knew and probably heard from Daisy, but he knows.

[styrofauxm]

this is part of why I really don't like AoS season 7 either (no hate if you do like it ofc, this is just one of my takes on it).

Agent Carter is Peggy's story after Steve goes into the ice. She has to get over him, and find who she is going to be going forward. And part of that is the clear set up of a romantic relationship with Daniel Sousa (not as a "she has to date someone" thing, but as a "her relationships are not defined by Steve Rogers" thing (also she and Sousa are cute)).

Only to have the bs that is Steve Rogers going back and getting with her.

And then AoS season 7 taking that a step further and having Sousa time travel to the future to be with Daisy (again, no hate to Dousy shippers I just do not like it). It feels like a weird ret con to explain away what happened to Sousa and Peggy's relationship after Steve went back in time.

People have been talking about an Agent Carter season 3 but it would have to include Steve Rogers and not Daniel Sousa, so what is even the point? The Peggy Carter show should be about Peggy Carter, not her relationships with men, and especially not Steve Rogers.

Or an Agents of Shield re-canonization, which also creates issues.

Before Endgame, I would be so pumped for either of those. But because the Russo Bros just HAD to put Steve with Peggy, my excitement is all but gone.

There're a lot of terrible conclusions to character arcs but I think one of the worst is Steve Rogers abandoning his duty so he could live a carefree life in the past in Avengers: Endgame.

Not only is it massively out-of-character for him, and raises a whole bunch of plot holes and uncomfortable implications, it also retroactively ruins the character of Peggy Carter.

[thewrittenpodcast]

Peter: Grandpa!

Tony: what where

May: you don't have-

Fury, wearing a knitted sweater and scarf: me

Fury: I'm grandpa fury

Tony:

May:

May: I'm not even going to ask how that happened

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Sci-fi shows, but really out of context:

Farscape

Stargate SG-1

Agents of SHIELD

Star Trek: The Next Generation

Battlestar Galactica

The X-Files

The Expanse

Fringe

Lost

Firefly

[purifiedclitoris69]

Statements

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Shield agent!reader

Summary: Assumptions are made about the relationship you have with Natasha, so you took it upon yourself to make a statement :)

Your relationship with Natasha is built on years of trust, mutual respect, and an unspoken understanding that comes from living in the shadows of espionage. You met when she first joined SHIELD, and while she was still finding her footing within the organization, you were already established as a specialist sniper—someone who worked alone, took the impossible shots, and disappeared before anyone even knew you were there.

At first, your relationship was purely professional. You recognized each other as dangerous and highly capable, but there was always a quiet pull between you. Over time, through shared missions, late-night debriefs, and the rare moments of quiet in a world full of chaos, that pull became something more. It wasn’t dramatic or rushed—it was a slow burn, a natural evolution of two people who understood each other better than most and yearned to show one another a genuine love.

Now, after almost 3 years together, your bond is unshakable. While the Avengers see you around the compound, they don’t truly know the depth of what you and Natasha have. They assume your relationship is casual, just a convenience in a life full of uncertainty. But in reality, Natasha loves you fiercely, and you love her just as much. You’re her safe place, the person she trusts with the parts of herself she doesn’t show anyone else. When the world feels too heavy, she turns to you—not for protection, because she doesn’t need it, but for the rare comfort of knowing she’s not alone.

You don’t need grand gestures or constant declarations. Your love is in the quiet moments—the way she always finds her way to you after a mission, the way you instinctively reach for her hand under the table, the way she relaxes against you when no one is watching. To the outside world, you might just be another agent who occasionally lingers at the compound. But to Natasha, you’re home.

—————————-———

Wanda was the first to recognize the depth of your relationship.

It was early—early enough that most of the team was still asleep or barely functioning. The compound was quiet, save for the soft hum of the coffee machine in the kitchen. You stood by the counter, leaning against it, eyes still heavy with sleep as you waited for the coffee to finish brewing.

Natasha, still in her sleep shorts and one of your old SHIELD t-shirts, wandered in with a yawn, her hair slightly tousled from sleep. She didn’t say anything as she approached—you felt her presence before you saw her. Without hesitation, she walked straight into your space, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face into your chest.

"Mm. Too early," she mumbled against you.

You huffed a quiet laugh, your hand instinctively coming up to rub slow, soothing circles on her back. "You say that every morning, but you’re always up before me."

She hummed but didn’t respond, just tightening her grip around you as if she could steal some of your warmth. You didn’t mind. In fact, moments like this were your favorite—the ones where she let her guard down, where she wasn’t the Black Widow or an Avenger, just Natasha, just yours.

Neither of you noticed Wanda standing by the doorway, frozen mid-step. She had come in for coffee but stopped in her tracks at the sight of Natasha—fierce, guarded Natasha—melted completely against you.

Wanda had always assumed your relationship was casual. Everyone had. You weren’t around often, and Natasha never entertained deep conversations about her personal life. But standing there, watching the way she clung to you, the way your hand moved over her back with the kind of practiced ease that spoke of years of familiarity, Wanda realized they had all been wrong.

This wasn’t casual. This was love—deep, unwavering, and so achingly real.

She wasn’t sure how long she stood there, but eventually, Natasha stirred, tilting her head up to look at you. "Coffee ready?"

"Almost," you murmured, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. The gesture was so gentle, so natural, that Wanda almost felt like she was intruding.

Before Natasha could move away, you leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her forehead. "Go sit. I’ll bring you a cup."

Natasha didn’t argue, just gave you a sleepy, content smile before releasing you and making her way to the kitchen table.

Wanda finally decided to make her presence known, clearing her throat as she stepped fully into the kitchen. "Morning," she greeted, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips as she grabbed a mug and you unpromptedly filled it for her greeting her with a kind smile and filling Nat’s next, starting another pot for anyone else who might want it.

Natasha, already seated, just raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Wanda glanced between the two of you, then just shook her head, her smirk widening. "Nothing. Just... you two are cute," she blew on her coffee.

Natasha rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. Meanwhile, you simply handed Natasha her coffee before grabbing your own along with d the morning crossword, completely unfazed.

Wanda took a sip of her drink, still smiling to herself. Maybe the rest of the team had been blind to it, but now she knew the truth—Natasha Romanoff was hopelessly, completely in love.

—————————-———

The next person was Steve. You had gone on another lengthy mission; it had kept you away for weeks longer than either of you liked. You had kept in touch when you could, brief calls and cryptic messages, but it wasn’t the same. And now, finally, you were back.

Steve wasn’t looking for either of you when he entered the common room. He had just been passing through, planning to grab something from the kitchen before heading to the gym. But as soon as he stepped in, he stopped in his tracks.

The lights were dim, the soft crackle of the old record player filling the space. An oldie—something slow, something familiar. And in the center of the room, barely swaying to the rhythm, was you and Natasha.

She was pressed against you, arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders, her fingers idly playing with the hairs at the back of your neck. Your hands rested on her waist, holding her close as if you needed to feel her warmth to believe this moment had finally come after weeks of waiting.

Neither of you spoke. There was no need. The way Natasha clung to you, the way you held her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered, it said everything.

Steve had never seen her like this. Sure, he had seen her care about people, had seen her protect and fight for those she loved. But this? This was different. This was Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, completely at peace. Safe. Home.

He felt like he was intruding on something sacred, so he took a quiet step back, turning to leave—only to nearly bump into Bucky.

“what’s with the face?” Bucky asked, raising an eyebrow at the look on Steve’s face.

Steve exhaled, shaking his head with a slight chuckle. “Nothing, just—” He glanced over his shoulder, then looked back at Bucky. “You and Sam better stop checking Nat out so much.”

Bucky scoffed. “What? We don’t—”

Steve gave him a knowing look.

Bucky shifted. “Alright, maybe Sam does. I just—y’know, appreciate a good—”

Steve cut him off. “Don’t.”

Bucky smirked. “Okay, but why the sudden warning?”

Steve shook his head again, that small smile still lingering. “Because they’re in love. Like, really in love.”

Bucky frowned. “I mean, yeah, I figured they were serious, but—”

“No,” Steve interrupted. “Not just serious. Not just together. In love.”

Bucky studied him for a second, something unreadable passing over his expression before he nodded. “Alright,” he said simply.

Steve gave him a final glance before clapping him on the shoulder and walking off, leaving Bucky standing there, a little quieter than usual.

Because if what Steve was saying was true, then it wasn’t just Natasha they had underestimated. It was you.

—————————-———

The true statement was made in the compound gym.

The gym was alive with movement—punching bags swinging, the clatter of weights, and the rhythmic sound of fists meeting training dummies. You had just finished some shooting drills when you decided to swing by, knowing exactly where Natasha would be.

Sure enough, there she was, moving like a force of nature. Every strike was precise, every kick sharp. She was a sight to behold—dangerous, powerful, and effortlessly graceful.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one who thought so.

You noticed Sam and Bucky standing off to the side, arms crossed, observing her with a little too much focus. Eyes tracked her every movement, and while you weren’t necessarily the jealous type, and were well aware how gorgeous Natasha is; people couldn't help but be enamoured by her, however weren’t about to let this slide.

You strolled up beside them, tilting your head. "Enjoying the view?"

Bucky, to his credit, immediately raised his hands in surrender. "Hey, don’t look at me. I was admiring the technique, alright?" He nodded toward Natasha. "She’s one of the best fighters I’ve ever seen."

You eyed him for a second before nodding, accepting the explanation. Bucky was a lot of things, but he wasn’t dumb enough to cross that line.

Sam, however—

"Look, I’m just saying," Sam started, his eyes still trailing Natasha as she wiped sweat off her forehead. "It’s not my fault she moves like that. That’s a distraction."

You raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Sam glanced at you, then seemed to realize way too late that he had just said that to the one person who could make him regret it. "Uh—"

"You know what?" You rolled your shoulders, tossing your towel aside. "I feel like I haven’t sparred in a while. What do you say, Wilson? A little one-on-one?"

Sam hesitated, looking between you and Bucky, who just took a step back, clearly enjoying the fact that he wasn’t involved.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Sam asked, crossing his arms. "I mean, no offense, but I’ve got wings, I’ve fought aliens—"

"You’re standing here watching my girlfriend train. I just want to see how you train too." you cut in, smirking.

The room went silent for half a beat before Bucky let out a low chuckle. "Oh, this is gonna be good."

Clint grinned, nudging Wanda. "Five bucks says Sam regrets this immediately."

Natasha, who had been too focused on training to notice the exchange earlier, finally turned toward the group, eyebrow raised. "What’s going on?"

Wanda smirked. "Your sniper just challenged Sam to a sparring match because he got caught staring at you."

Natasha let out a small laugh, tossing a towel over her shoulder as she walked closer. "Oh, I have to see this."

Sam exhaled, shaking his head. "Y’all are ridiculous. But fine. Let’s do this."

You stepped onto the mat, rolling your shoulders as Sam joined you. He gave a cocky smirk. "You sure you wanna do this? I am pretty fast, you know."

You just smirked back. "We’ll see."

Steve, ever the responsible one, clapped his hands. "Alright, keep it clean."

The second Steve gave the go-ahead, you moved—fast.

Sam barely had time to react before you were already in his space, effortlessly dodging his first strike. You didn’t just block—you controlled. Every punch he threw was sidestepped. Every kick, redirected. You weren’t just fighting Sam. You were toying with him.

The smirk on his face started fading as frustration crept in. "Damn," he muttered, throwing another punch. You caught his wrist, twisting him off-balance before sweeping his legs out from under him.

Sam hit the mat with a grunt.

From the sidelines, Bucky let out a whistle. "That looked like it hurt."

Clint was grinning beside Nat.

Wanda shook her head in amusement. "He walked right into that one."

Sam groaned but pushed himself back up. "Alright, alright—lucky shot."

You didn’t respond. You just motioned for him to try again.

This time, he put more effort into his attacks, but it didn’t make a difference. Every move he made, you were already three steps ahead. You parried, countered, redirected—all with ease.

After a few more humiliating takedowns, Sam finally dropped to the mat, breathing hard, lying flat on his back. "Damn. Alright. Message received."

You crouched down beside him, grinning. "Good. Maybe next time, you’ll keep your eyes to yourself playboy"

Sam exhaled, closing his eyes. "Noted."

You stood up, offering him a hand. He took it, groaning as he got to his feet. "You really don’t like people looking at her, huh?"

You shrugged, "I know she can handle herself, I just felt like making a statement today," you smiled stepping off the mat and walking to Nat

"Possessive looks good on you," Natasha said with her signature smirk

Without a second thought, you grabbed her by the waist and kissed her—really kissed her—right in front of everyone. It was slow, deep, and left no room for doubt. Natasha, normally composed, melted into you, gripping your bicep to steady herself.

When you pulled back, she was a little breathless, a rare blush dusting her cheeks.

You smirked. "See you at dinner, love."

And with that, you walked off, leaving Natasha still catching her breath.

Clint let out a low whistle. "Damn."

Wanda smirked. "That was a statement,” Natasha throwing a towel at her, mumbling out a whatever and heading to the lockers

Bucky clapped Sam on the shoulder. "So, you still gonna stare?"

Sam rolled his eyes taking a tired seat on the bench "I hate you all."

[kining-the-evil]

Fuck it, send me a character and a number and I’ll write a short little Drabble to get myself back into writing. Can be from any of my fandoms I write for

KINK PROMPTS

1. begging

2. masochism/sadism

3. bondage

4. choking

5. tears, crying, sobbing

6. degradation

7. praise

8. dirty talk

9. face sitting

10. helplessness

11. mirror sex

12. edging/orgasm control

13. overstimulation

14. sensory deprivation

15. teasing

16. hair pulling

17. punishment/funishment

18. threesome

19. thigh/stomach riding

20. corruption

21. handcuffs

22. spanking/vaginal spanking

23. biting

24. shower/bathtub sex

25. public/semi public sex

26. toys

27. body worship

28. car sex

31. voyeurism

32. sex while standing

33. mommy

34. humiliation

[femalescharacters]

CHLOE BENNET AS DAISY JOHNSON IN AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D. SEASON THREE

[daily-dose-of-dousy]

happy valentine's day! please celebrate accordingly: rewatch 7×09 and follow along as daisy's falls for and kisses sousa in the time loops.

[agentsofshieldlove]

[agent-tempest]

my reaction watchin Coulson in CM today T-T

Guys wtf is Phil Coulson doing in Criminal Minds Evolution? Mr sir wrong fandom