#jemma suicide

[chama-acesa]

[chronivore]

[tvseries-writings]

From a great power comes great responsibilities

Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader

Plot: Reader goes beyond her limits with her powers to help others (exhausts her powers)

TW: death for a moment(?)

It all happens so fast that you don't realize it until the building starts collapsing over your heads. You see a chunk of concrete the size of a car fall on top of you, and before your brain can connect, your body acts on instinct, carrying you, Daisy, and Bobbi out of the building. You concentrate on teleporting all three of you, intact, inside the quinjet where Jemma, Natasha and Wanda are running the operation, or at least, were before everything went to hell.

You land on the floor of the plane with a thud, falling forward and coughing hard to expel the dust that has filled your lungs. You glance at your girls making sure they are okay and then, you cross your arms to teleport again but Natasha's hand on your left arm stops you.

"Don’t even think about it, everything is collapsing, you can't teleport in there. It is suicide and you are not going to save anyone if you are dead, do you understand me?"

You swallow, watching the building collapse, and so, with a small smile on your lips, you lean toward Natasha and kiss her. It lasts a few seconds and she is distracted enough to let go of her grip on you.

"I'm sorry but I have to do this," you whisper and then, you close your eyes and feel the earth vanish from under your feet. You focus on the 'one safe place inside the building that you know with absolute certainty will not collapse. The beauty of a secret Hydra base was the bunkers, after all. Those crazy fucking Nazis had thought that sacrificing at least a hundred of their own people was a fair price to pay to take out three S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and they had blown up the load-bearing walls of the building with a simple and very trivial click. Nazis, they never change.

When you open your eyes again and realize you are not dead or under some boulder, you gloat internally and mentally thank Natasha for forcing you to learn the floor plan of that base. You remember perfectly her stern look when she had presented you with the mission and forced you to learn every single detail by heart. At that moment you had hated it but now...now you really wanted to kiss her.

You raise your hands in the air when you notice a score of soldiers pointing their guns at you, hiding behind them their "incentives," as Hydra liked to call them. Wives, husbands, children, mothers and fathers hid behind those men and women in black with a crest that did not belong to them.

"It's okay, I just want to get you out of here. I can teleport you all but in multiple groups."

You curse yourself internally, you know you'll never be able to take this much effort, the last time you tried to teleport five people together you fainted and were unconscious for six hours you can't even imagine what would happen with forty, including soldiers and families.

You take a deep breath and think quickly about how you can take everyone out of there. The floor under your feet trembles and just as the children begin to cry, the earpiece in your ear comes alive.

"Y/n, damn it, Daisy can't hold it much longer...you have to get out of there, do you hear me? The structure won't hold much longer" Bobbi yells in your ear and you nod, well aware that she cannot see you, before giving her a verbal response.

"I'm trying honey, thanks for the advice though."

You mumble sarcastically, no longer listening to what your girlfriends are shouting at you over the comms and focusing instead on getting the people in front of you to safety. The soldiers lower their weapons and pull off the bands on your arm, throwing them to the ground.

"Are there others in the base?"

"They're all dead, ma'am" the lieutenant, or who you think is the lieutenant, answers you by looking around as if to confirm what she just said. Your stomach clenches at the thought of all those people who died for a cause they didn't even believe in but you quickly shake off that feeling, you don't have time for it. You quickly count them, noting that there are twenty-five of them before thinking about how to get them all out of there safely.

"So… I can take all the children outside."

You point to the little ones; some of them are crying while others are looking at you with wide, fearful eyes but charged with the same admiration and hope with which a child looks at his favorite superhero. There are nine children but you can make it, they are worth four times one adult, right? You can even take four adults with you, then; you have to do it, you won't have the strength to make three more trips, you are sure.

You gather them around you and have each of them touch arms or legs, depending on where their little hands reach, and do the same with the four women, two old and two young, who accompany them. As they say, women and children first.

"Y/n, we have set up a camp out here, four hundred meters from the base in a southwesterly direction."

-What the hell is the South?" you think, before shrugging your shoulders and closing your eyes. The feeling of the floor vanishing beneath your feet is not something you will ever get used to, if you have to be honest. You hear the children scream, whether from excitement or fear you can't tell, and then, in less than a second, you find yourself at that poorly set up base camp Jemma told you about a few seconds ago. A little dizziness forces you to lean on the ground, on the hot sand beneath you, and small drops of blood color the grains beneath your fingers. You raise your hand, reaching up your nose and finding the source of the bleeding. Children are being rounded up by an officer but you fail to recognize him as your girlfriends run toward you. Jemma has a first aid kit in her hand, but before she can set about playing cheerful surgeon with you, you scan to the side, staggering on your own feet.

"I'm fine, I've got to get back in there."

"You can't stand y/n, you can't-"

You frown, noticing only in that moment that Daisy is not there with all of you.

"Where's Dee?"

"She fainted, tried to absorb as many shocks as possible. She's collapsed y/n and that's also what's going to happen to you if you continue, you're already in a very bad way."

Jemma lifts your head, causing your gazes to cross and looking critically at your pupils and the nosebleed that doesn't seem to have any intention of stopping coming out. You back away a few steps, looking into their eyes.

"Go to Daisy, I'll take care of this," you say and then disappear again.

You repeat the same process as before, surrounding yourself with six soldiers and watching the remaining six.

"I will come back for you, I promise."

And as you disappear into thin air, another tremor shakes the ground.

The landing is more abrupt this time. Your heart beats so weakly that you feel as if oxygen is not getting to your brain. Contrary to what you expected, Natasha grabs you by the arms before your face can splat on the scorching sand. You struggle to stay awake and if so out that you don't even notice Daisy, pale, sweaty, and trembling, over the shoulders of the former Russian spy. You blink a few times to focus on the image in front of you and finally the sounds reach your ears again.

"Y/N!"

Natasha shakes you by the shoulders and you awaken from your stupor. The worried gazes of Wanda, Jemma, Daisy, Natasha and Bobbi are fixed on you as Natasha gently lays you on the ground and Jemma places a bottle of water on your lips, helping you drink it. As soon as you remember where you are, you try to sit up but Daisy stops you, simply putting a hand on your chest to keep you down.

"I'm-I'm fine, mm-missing six people-D-I have to an-go."

You stammer, the effort you've put in doesn't even make you able to utter a coherent and clea sentence. Another jolt shakes the floor beneath your feet and Daisy groans in pain, bringing her hands to her head and squeezing her eyes shut. That small advantage allows you to roll over and with an absurd effort you manage to get to your feet and disappear back under their gazes.

When you get to the bunker, the first thing you do is fall to your knees and throw up. You completely empty your stomach under the disgusted gaze of the six soldiers in front of you. You wipe your mouth with your suit, wrinkling your nose at the disgusting taste of vomit in your mouth and leaning against the wall to pull yourself up without passing out. You must hold on a little longer, just a little, and then you can collapse to the ground.

The six soldiers surround you-diligently avoiding the pool of vomit on the ground and the blood that keeps coming out of your nose-and in a moment you are out.

As soon as you hit the sand, you sprawl to the ground. Your cheek scrapes against the sand and this time Natasha is not quick enough to catch you. Jemma drops to her knees next to you, turns you so that your face is facing her but your eyes are closed. She checks your chest and when she notices that the latter does not rise or fall, she checks your pulse before a gasp of terror and fear escapes her lips.

"Bobbi, adrenaline and defibrillator. Now!"

Natasha tilts your head back, her eyes glazed over as she opens your mouth and blows air into your lungs. Jemma begins compressions.

1,2,3,4,5

Nat puts air into your lungs and your chest rises and falls once before falling back inert. Wanda's sobs and Jemma's barely stifled ones are the only sound before a crack makes your girls nauseous.

"It's okay, it happens during compressions," Jemma's voice trembles as she says it and then, she performs another round of compressions. Your arms burn but that pain is nothing compared to the dull ache that is burning in your chest at that moment.

1,2,3,4,5

Natasha forces your chest up again and then Bobbi arrives with defibrillator and adrenaline in hand. She is sweating and her heart is racing. She has never run so fast in her entire life.

"Bobbi, take my place."

Jemma continues with compressions, then, on her go, Bobbi gets in place and follows her own rhythm.

"Come on rockstar, it's not your time yet, come on."

Bobbi's breath barely hides the tremor in her voice but not the tears that line her cheeks. It takes two defibrillator shocks before your heart starts beating again.

"Oh my God" Wanda bursts into tears, leaning over your face and gently kissing your forehead, brushing a few strands of sweaty hair off your face.

"Good, you did great love" Natasha whispers, taking your hand in her own as Bobbi laughs from relief.

Daisy instead stands by, frowning, and Jemma is the first to notice.

"Dee, what's wrong?"

Daisy looks at you and then, nods.

"Something's wrong, her heart, it doesn't have the usual vibes, non-"

And then, your heart stops beating again.

"Fuck, Bobbi give me the adrenaline."

Jemma Simmons never swears but there are always exceptions.

Jemma performs two more rounds of compressions before injecting adrenaline into your chest. She hooks you up to one of the monitors that Fitz had devised a few months earlier, at the request of the biochemist, for just such situations, and when he sees that the line remains flat, his heart, too, seems to stop for a few seconds.

Your body is shaken by the shock emitted by the defibrillator; it arches upward and then falls back to the sand as hard as a puppet whose strings have been suddenly dropped. The line remains flat and Jemma's tears now gush without limit.

"No no, Jem you have to try again. She can't, she can't..."

Wanda bursts into tears, looking at your lifeless body lying on the ground. Natasha punches the ground with such force that the crack that can be heard echoing cannot mean anything good. Bobbi cries as she takes the former Russian spy's hand and gives her a look. Anything not to think about what just happened.

"No, it doesn't end like that."

"Daisy...she-"

Daisy takes your lifeless body in her hands, shaking it by the shoulders.

"Do you understand me? You can't fucking die, you can't. You promised us, you stubborn idiot, you promised us!"

The Inhuman hits your chest hard, her fist closed, and without her really being able to control what she's doing, a powerful jolt goes through your chest and crashes against the ground, creating a small crack beneath you, and then, the flat line of the monitor disappears, replaced by regular little roller coasters.

"W-what?" Daisy whispers, sitting on the floor suddenly much more tired than before from the effort she has just made. Jemma hurries to personally check your pulse and when she feels the pulse under her fingers, a shuddering breath of joy leaves her lips.

"I...I think your tremors got her heart beating again Dee."

Jemma does not detach her fingers from your wrist, lulling herself into the sweet sensation of your heartbeat, albeit weak. Wanda covers her face, bursting into tears, and the other girls also let out a liberating cry, releasing all the tension and fear they had felt up to that moment.

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

Your body takes five days to heal just enough to open your eyes. You realize you are in the Quinjet's medical capsule within seconds, by now you have been there so many times over the years that you know the smallest details: the familiar beeping sound of your heartbeat, the red button to call Jemma just below the lamp behind the back of the bed, the IV that feeds drugs into your veins, and the glass from which Jemma checks that you are not doing anything the doctor has forbidden you to do. A little unfair of her since she is the doctor. You feel as if a truck has hit you and then a car has run over you to complete the job. You raise your hand to scratch your nose but the oxygen mask prevents you from doing so so you squeeze it between your fingers to remove it but just as you are about to do so, a hasty knock against the clear glass causes you to smile a small smile of exasperation. Even before you turn around, in fact, you already know that you will see your beautiful doctor on the other side. To your surprise, however, she is not alone.

"You just woke up and already you want to take off your mask, I have no words really. Who is the doctor here? You have to do what I tell you if you want to get better, between you and Dais I really don't know who is worse."

Jemma admonishes you and you blush, feeling like a child being scolded by his parents.

"Hey, what do I have to do with this now?" Daisy pouts before slinging herself into your arms. You can't help but notice that his forearm is completely bandaged. When he notices where your gaze points, the Inhuman shrugs.

"It was worth it."

She slides the mask off your face, kissing you with so much passion and love that it leaves you breathless for a few seconds before the Inhuman promptly rushes to slip the mask back over your face.

"You scared us malyshka" Natasha approaches you and her plastered hand makes you frown. The Russian blushes, and for some reason you realize you don't really need to ask her how she broke her hand. Wanda caresses your cheek, leaving a tender kiss on your forehead.

"How are you feeling detka?"

"I'm just a little tired but I'm fine; exactly what happened?"

Their faces darken and that joy you had seen quickly fades.

"You collapsed, your heart couldn't take the strain, and we had to revive you twice." Bobbi's voice trembles as she says this and you reach out your hand toward her; the blonde grabs it and intertwines your fingers, turning a small smile to you.

"You were really a rockstar but if you do that again, I think we might actually kill you."

"Oh yes, don't think we haven't thought about what punishment to give you. Besides not being able to use your powers for at least four months-"

"What? Four months? But that's an eternity-" you jerk back to your seat, removing your mask and immediately regretting it as your vision blurs and the pain in your ribs increases exponentially, so much so that you lean to the right and vomit into the only thing you can grab.

Jemma strokes your back while Wanda holds your hair as you empty the meager contents of your stomach. As soon as you finish, you are so weak that dizziness takes over and your head falls back forward. If it weren't for Wanda, your face would be splattered against the floor. Jemma casts a glance at the heart monitor, and the value it reads makes your heart beat so fast you're afraid your chest might explode. She puts on your oxygen mask and then checks your vitals again.

Your pupils roll back, and as you fall helpless into Wanda's arms, the Sokovian panics a little.

"Hey, hey, detka wake up."

Wanda taps your cheeks but the only thing that changes is the further lowering of your heart rate.

"Jem, what's going on?" Daisy strokes your face, putting her hand on your chest to check your heart vibrations.

Jemma rummages through the drawers of the medical capsule and then, at the fifth drawer she ravages for something, she finally finds what she is looking for. In her hands she clutches a small glass case, inside which she glimpses a metal disk less than three centimeters in diameter and less than two centimeters thick.

As soon as she sees this, Bobbi cuts off your suit exposing your bare chest except for the three electrodes and the black bra you are wearing.

Jemma places the diskette on top of your left breast, just above your sternum, and presses the button above it. The disc blends in with your skin, being invisible to the human eye, and your body jerks, before your heartbeat returns to normal. The small jolt causes you to open your eyes and grimace in pain.

"What the hell-" you mutter, reaching out to massage your chest but Jemma stops you before you can.

"Hey, your heart rate was extremely low and I had to put a pacemaker on you. It's not invasive, Fitz designed one that blends in perfectly and doesn't give any problems whatsoever but you'll have to avoid EMPs but you can't take it off love, okay? I think the effort you put in was such that it damaged your heart, and without a peacemaker you could have another heart attack so until we find another solution and until we have done more tests, you can't use your powers."

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as fatigue takes over.

"Rest now, we're here malyshka."

Natasha leaves a kiss in your hair while Daisy leaves one on your cheek. Jemma dims the lights to allow you to rest and Wanda lies next to you in the crib while Bobbi closes the glass curtains facing outward to give you all some privacy as you fall into dreamland surrounded by your girls.

You don't know it yet but one of those children you saved is going to become one of the best agents S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had so maybe a slightly battered heart is worth it.

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[cosmicqvake]

Potential TWs: mentions of s*icide/s*icidal thoughts.

Ultimately, in S4, I fully believe that Daisy ran away from the team to end her life.

She ran away so that the team would inevitably “give up on her”, so to speak, and that it wouldn’t hurt them as much when she did turn up dead.

I was inclined to call her actions passive suicide ideation at first, but it wasn’t even that. She was actively doing everything in her power to get herself killed, even if she wouldn’t admit it. Even if she had no plans to do it herself (that we know about), she was deliberately putting herself in those dangerous situations. She wanted them to kill her. Hell, she even begged Robbie/Ghost Rider to do it.

She begged him to kill her.

She was also in constant pain. The bone-restoration pills she was taking, as Jemma said, didn’t relieve pain. She wanted to be in pain. To feel it. Because she felt like she deserved it.

So, I can’t lie, it bothers me a little how quick Fitz and Mack are to just jump down her throat when they confront her in early S4. I understand that they’re upset at her for just abandoning ship, but I can’t really say that their anger is justified. She’s in SO much pain, and they know that. She was brainwashed by Hive- and left with lingering addiction/withdrawal-like effects. She lost Lincoln, the dude she loved. And worse, she blames herself for all of it. They know the pain that she’s in.

“She’s turned her back on us, Mack.”

No, she wants you to turn your back on her.

She wants you to give up on her.

That way, she can end her life without feeling more guilt for leaving the team behind. After all, they won’t care if they resent her for leaving, right?

It’s frustrating, and frankly just sad, that they couldn’t see that. (Meanwhile, Robbie picked up on it immediately and he was a literal stranger.)

It’s not that I blame them at all. After all, this is usually how it goes in real life too. Not a lot of people can recognise the signs until it’s too late. It’s realistic, if anything. But just… sad.

[wheelsup-sevenup]

whumpuary 2025: day 1 <3

prompt: sacrifice / headache / “this will hurt”

pairing: daisy johnson & jemma simmons (agents of shield)

warnings: head injury, mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts and self-sacrifice

“Daisy, you can’t keep doing this.”

Daisy cracked open one eye to see Simmons’ tense, disapproving face silhouetted by the bright lights of the lab. “Doing what, Jem?” she croaked. “Being a hero?”

“Not when it means absorbing the blasts of explosives and getting your head cracked open,” Simmons retorted. “You were lucky to get away with just a superficial wound.”

It didn’t feel superficial. In fact, her whole body ached; she didn’t remember the blast, just a few seconds before and the hazy, bloody aftershocks, but Coulson had told her she flew, thrown ten feet back as the impact of the grenade she’d tried to catch hit her. She’d been unconscious for a couple seconds, he said, lying in the dust and an impressive pool of blood.

Simmons’ hand was gentle on her shoulder despite the frown on her face. “Come on, sweetheart. Up, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Daisy managed to sit up on the stretcher she’d been carried in on, but the sudden motion sent her head pounding again. “‘s hurts.”

“I would imagine,” her friend said dryly, lining up the necessary supplies before snapping on a pair of gloves. “Look at me.” Daisy attempted to follow her finger as Simmons moved it in front of her face, but the pain behind her eyes increased and she squeezed her eyes shut again.

“You have a concussion,” Simmons reported. “Meaning, you’re on the bench. For two weeks at least.”

“Jemma, come on.” she whined. Simmons didn’t respond right away, concentrating on wiping away the blood and dust caked on Daisy’s forehead.

“This is what you get for being a hero,” she said, drawing heavy emphasis on the last word, “as you like to call it.” She set the filthy wipe down before dampening a cotton ball in alcohol.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Simmons sighed, one gloved hand cupping her chin. “This will hurt.”

Daisy cringed as the disinfectant met her cut, the contact sending bright sparks of pain through her skin. Simmons was quick with her thorough cleaning of the wound, but by the time she pulled away, Daisy’s eyes were teary.

“It means,” Simmons said, “that there is a fine line between heroism and self-sacrifice. And that line, Daisy, is something I’ve seen you toe far too often.”

The accusation took her by surprise, and she wiped angrily at her eyes. “I saved people,” she protested.

“I know.” The numbing gel was cool across her brow, and the surface pain began to ebb as the anaesthetic took effect. Her head still throbbed, though, a deep, echoing ache. 

“Jem—”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not—” It’s not like that, she wanted to say. I’m not suicidal. The old refrain. It was one of those things where the necessity of saying it was an admission of itself. She pressed her lips together as she felt the tug of the needle and thread weaving her skin back together. 

Maybe she was a liar. What she really wanted to say was that maybe she didn’t want to die (a relatively new development) but that everyone else took first priority. That was what heroes did, right?

A bandage was taped to her forehead, ugly and sticking to her eyebrow on the bottom. Simmons looked at her, face tensed and serious, and Daisy let her head fall forward against her friend’s shoulder.

After a beat, Simmons’ arms came up to wrap around her shoulders, and Daisy sighed. 

“I can’t fix everything, Daisy,” she said, “and neither can you.”

She could. Had to try, at least. But she didn’t say that. Instead, she just nodded, relaxing into her friend’s presence.

With her eyes closed, her head almost stopped hurting.

wowwee for a fic that was gonna originally just be for ‘headache’ this one sure is mostly about the ‘sacrifice’ part. fun. love them. anyway, i was unsure if i was gonna post this on ao3 or not, i’m thinking i might, as well as this other 2-part fic that i have coming up, but the rest of these might just be tumblr exclusives. we’ll see :-)

[kokoronogeisha]

Jemma Suicide Midget

[jamiedc-they-them]

Marvel Master list

Bobbi Morse

Breaking Point

Sibling Duty 2.5

Being the SHIELD Ladies' best friend

Bobbi, Hunter, and the team helping you after a nightmare

Carol Danvers

The Time You Have Left (Platonic)

Impact (Platonic)

Carol helping you with your emotions as she gets her memories back (Platonic)

R&R Part 1 Part 2

Cassie Lang

Happiness (Platonic/Familial)

Daisy Johnson

Moving on

The Void

Bonds That Never Die

Who you used to, and still can, be

The Loyal Sidekick

Choices Not Made

Proof Not Necessary

Sibling Duty Series: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

Before and After; After and Before

Control Z

The Past That Bled Into The Present

The Little Things

Being May's daughter and an older sister to Daisy

Love, Hate, Acceptance, and the in-between

Sell and Repurchase

Daisy being a protective older sister

Being the youngest and Daisy helping you after a mission gone wrong

A helping hand or three

Clean Slate

Legacies and the people behind them Part 1 Part 2

Remember that time you scared me?

Being Daisy's best friend and May being your SO

The Way Things Moved On

Daisy and Jemma, your sisters, helping you through a depressive episode

BUS Team helping with your sleeping disorder

Forgive and Forget what happened in another time

The BUS Team celebrating your birthday

Ward capturing you and trying to turn you to his side

I got you

Daisy and the team helping you with your passive suicidal thoughts

Daisy trying to help with your troubled blood family

Being Jemma and Daisy's sister, and getting hurt

The SHIELD team saving you from the Watchdogs

Daisy and Fitzsimmons helping you when you discover your powers

SHIELD team finding you and your shadow self fighting as you try to seal the fear dimension

Getting injured on your first SHIELD mission

Healing and Time

A Spy’s goodbye, for now

Defending Skye when she gets her powers

Gwen Stacy

Family, no matter where what

Jemma Simmons

Being the SHIELD Ladies' best friend

A helping hand, or three (Platonic)

On Your Mind (Platonic) 1 2

Daisy and Jemma, your sisters, helping you through a depressive episode

BUS Team helping with your sleeping disorder

The BUS team celebrating your birthday

Jemma helping you after a mission gone wrong (Platonic)

Coming out to Jemma and Fitz as Asexual

Being Jemma and Daisy's sister, and getting hurt

Going to Maveth instead of Jemma

The SHIELD team saving you from the Watchdogs

Daisy and Fitzsimmons helping you when you discover your powers

Getting injured on your first SHIELD mission

Kate Bishop

Being Clint’s oldest child who survived the blip and being an older sibling to Kate

Being Kate’s Adopted Younger Sibling

Being Kate's younger sister, who is taken to the red room, being close to Yelena and Natasha, and reuniting with Kate

Leo Fitz

Being his sibling

A helping hand, or three (Platonic)

BUS Team helping with your sleeping disorder

The BUS team celebrating your birthday

Coming out to Jemma and Fitz as Asexual

The SHIELD team saving you from the Watchdogs

Leo Fitz helping you with your suicidal ideation

Daisy and Fitzsimmons helping you when you discover your powers

Being a big brother to you and helping with a panic attack

Forgive and forget what happened in another time

Melinda May

May helps you come to terms with your powers

Being Daisy's best friend and May being you SO

Being May's Daughter and an older sister to Daisy

May comforting you, Ward's twin, about his betrayal

The SHIELD team saving you from the Watchdogs

May comforting you after the HYDRA uprising (Platonic)

May helping you through your first mission

Rise Together (Platonic)

Cycle of life (platonic)

Natasha Romanoff

Forgive me, little sister (Platonic)

Sister, Dearest (Platonic)

Yelena and Natasha helping you find your blood parents (Platonic)

[aeroblossom]

a symptom of something wrong - lyney

(please mind: emetophobia, traumatic flashback, suicidal ideation)

It takes a small, minute event, and suddenly the Great Magician Lyney has to name five things he can see, five things he can smell, five things he can hear.

It begins, as it always does, with him exhaling a deep sigh. Trying to hold onto his fraying mind.

He grits his teeth. It's okay. 

It's all okay. He tries to recall Lynette's comforting hand on his shoulder, tries to recall the few words that would save him each time. They work wonders on their own, sure –

Problem is, right now, she isn't next to him. 

He grips the sheet. A nightmare. A dastardly nightmare is all it takes to bring him crashing to the hell that is reality. Mind grating, soul crushing reality. 

Rising from his bed, stumbling over to his bathroom mirror, confronting himself in the reflection. Tears stain his face, eyebags set deep, a frail look. The sleeve of his shirt is falling off his shoulder. 

All things he can hide with makeup and a charming, inviting smile.

That's right – all things that can be hidden.

Yet he holds onto the sink like he'd fall down if he let go. Only freeing his hands to cover his mouth instead, as he feels the bile rise in his throat. Sweating, pale, shaking, he empties his stomach into the sink, slinking to the floor soon after. 

It shouldn't be like this. It's been years. He's much better off now, isn't he? He has no reason to be reacting to memories like this anymore. Heck, it's even been less than a week since he poured the contents of his life out in the open for the Traveler, multiple times at that, both for the trial and for the case with Jemma –

– Oh. That's why. 

That's why he's having such a reaction. Frustration gnaws at him. Sigh after sigh exits him, he's on the floor like a dirty towel, stirring from side to side uncomfortably, his fingers find his hair and pull. 

He so badly wants to scream, wants to cry, just wishes so badly to be picked off the floor and held. It's not because he's the older brother and has to be the one doing it all the time – Lynette would reprimand him fiercely if he harboured such sentiments. (He still does,  regardless.) 

She isn't here. Likely off on the mission she was given yesterday. He clearly recalls picking up and forbidding the more reckless and dangerous elements of her route and plan, even to an unnecessary degree. He ignored her complaints about it – he couldn't take chances. 

He couldn't take chances with the one person in his life that kept him attached to the ground, if only with nails pegging him in. Were something to happen to her, why, he would simply pick up Lynette's sword and, pointing it at himself, he would–

[brokehorrorfan]

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[competitivedust]

Hello ✌✌

I know I'm kind of a bit late, I just found out anti tags are actually a thing. I just wanted to say that I love Fitz but at the same time I don't (for obvious reasons) and I wish his stans would actually stop using him being sick as an excuse. Like sure that was bad and he really needs professional help but given their situation at that moment they couldn't, and I'm pretty sure his stans are forgetting that he said he doesn't regret doing it and to mention, he wasn't having a psychotic break when he said that.

And also I'm sick and tired of people siding with Fitz when he said "do you want me to recall all the times that you did?" Like, the times where Daisy "turned her back against them" was because she was manipulated and swayed and she "left them" because maybe she thought that was safer for them. (Don't forget she was having suicidal thoughts and was having withdrawal from Hive)

Like sir??? Turn her back against them??? What about all the times when you ALMOST GOT DAISY KILLED??? (When Fitz jumped into the monolith for an example)

Also I'm kinda pissed that no one went on to comfort Daisy, hell not even Jemma. She only cares if Fitzsimmons are still together or not

I still love the Bus Kids but I deserve the fitzdaisy closure. They could make a whole episode about fitzsimmons in s6 but couldn't for fitzdaisy.

Sorry if this is long 😬😔

Hey nonnie! See I used to love Fitz too. But it was with the assumption that he isn't perfect and lately his behaviour with the team has been getting problematic and that most fans realise that.

Finding out they don't was an experience.

I actually came across a thread on reddit a while back where they were hailing the "do you want me to recall all the times that you did" as such a gotcha against Daisy. And then listing all the times that "she turned her back on them". Which consisted of her trying to help Miles in season 1 (the guy she obviously knew longer and she didn't owe them anything at that point, moreover she turned against him when she realised what he'd done), her siding with Jiaying (completely ignoring the fact that her mom who she had been looking for forever manipulated and lied to her and that SHIELD themselves blindsided her by sending Gonzalez when they were actually expecting Coulson, and still she saw through it all and chose to fight her mother), that time she was under Hive's sway (I don't think I need to elaborate on this), that time she went rogue in s04 (once again not caring that she was grieving Lincoln's death and was freshly free of mind control, lost and suicidal and needed help, not a yelling).

And not to mention that not once did she do anything remotely similar to ambushing a member of the team, strapping them to a table and cutting into them. False equivalencies much?

For a show that's all about empowered women, they not only let a white man get away with violating an Asian woman, but also let him flip the story, discredit her as a victim. These tactics are what domestic abusers use. They make their victim feel as if what happened to them was their own fault. So guess Fitz is a classic abuser now. Good luck with that Jemma.

But hey the fans have decided that Fitz can do no wrong, and the show creators have a huge part to play in that. So really at this point I am not even sure who pisses me off more, the fandom or Whedon and Maurissa.

But honestly I wish I had interacted with fans like you instead of the raging a-holes who were bitching about Daisy being a hardass to Fitz. So thank you for the ask, and for giving me your very nuanced take on the whole thing.

[lovelybishop]

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The Office

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[chronivore]

[tvseries-writings]

Bad addiction

Plot: After an interrogation gone wrong, it is hard not to fall back into old habits and make questionable choices

TW: alcohol addiction, past suicide attempt, depression

Wandanat x Bioquake (Jemma x Daisy) x Bobbi x reader

Many people say that silence is the most deafening sound, more so than any other sound, even more so than the sound of a mine being blasted to extract the precious minerals it contains. And now, as you sit in one of the chairs at the kitchen table, looking down at the still-unbroken bottle of vodka in the complete silence that surrounds the room, you realize that these people are right.

It is 3:45 a.m. on a dreary Saturday morning, and that boy's face, imprinted in your mind, has kept you from sleeping and at the same time made you open the bus locker that Jemma had diligently locked as soon as she learned of your "not-so-little" problem.

In your world, everyone has tattooed on their body the first words their soul mate will say when they first meet.

You have to admit that in the unhappy and violent family you grew up in, it was no big deal to have five different phrases tattooed on your back due to some hideous flaw in the system. Two soul mates was abnormal enough, but five? Inconceivable, and Mark, your stepfather, had reminded you of it over and over again until one fine day he died of a heart attack. Of course, the moment he had collapsed in front of you, you hadn't run for help... Besides, they say there is no such thing as karma.

Bobbi was the first of the five mysterious soul mates you met and fell madly in love with. It was Bobbi who brought you into S.H.I.E.L.D. shortly after recruiting Daisy (then Skye), and who finally put a face to two of the people whose words she had tattooed on her right forearm.

"I want to be your sponsor, I want you to get better."

It was Bobbi who helped you out of the maelstrom that had engulfed you, who helped you to what would become six full years of sobriety. Six years without a single drop of your trusty friend alcohol in your stomach. She became your sponsor, was with you day and night, held you while you puked your guts out in the filthy bathroom of a bar at five in the morning, and whispered tough words to you when you told her you wanted to quit. You don't know where you'd be without her. In fact, you don't know where you'd be without all of them. Jemma, Bobbi, Daisy, Wanda, and Natasha are your rock and always will be. But today, today you have to forget and they may be your rock but unfortunately they have far too many demons to face and yours you might as well keep to yourself.

With a knot in your stomach and nausea, you uncork the bottle. The pungent smell of vodka burns your sinuses as you carefully place the cap on the counter. The concave side facing down, just like at the bar. Your fingers tighten around the thinnest part, the contact of your skin with the cold glass makes you shiver, and for a moment, just a single moment, you think you don't want to throw away these six long years of sacrifice, and then... then the boy's face hits you like a slap in the face. Actually, the slap would hurt a lot less.

He was just a boy, a young soldier molded by Hydra who had killed himself to give in during your interrogation. You had been too harsh and too slow to stop him, and you had not stopped him, and he had broken his right cheekbone, causing the small cyanide capsule placed there, just below the surface, to rupture. That boy was walking around with a time bomb between his eye and his nose, and he had done it voluntarily, killing himself with that same bomb. He had killed himself in front of you, his name was Gideon and he had just turned nineteen. And he was dead, he was dead because you were not focused enough, because you were the one who pushed him to do it and now he was gone. He should have had his whole life ahead of him, he had just been subjugated, but now, now there was no chance of redemption for him. So you punished yourself, nothing new, the bullet in your right leg is proof of that...even though you had stopped the bleeding by now. You just needed to punish yourself, that's all. And the bottle you hold in your fingers serves the same purpose as the bullet.

"What are you doing?"

The sound is so sudden and unexpected that you let go of the bottle and it shatters on the floor of the bus. The plane continues its course as if nothing had happened. How fascinating machines are, so emotionally numbing and yet indispensable.

Bobbi approaches you slowly, as if afraid to frighten you. Her hair is disheveled and her expression is a mixture of concern and weariness. You swallow, begin to shake your head and fall to your knees, repeating the words "I'm sorry" and "I'm sorry" as you fiercely pick up the shards of glass from the bottle.

"Stop or you'll get hurt."

The blonde girl is not even in time to say these words before a piece of glass gets stuck in your hand, causing a deep cut that begins to bleed profusely. You don't notice and Bobbi is scared to death. You don't feel the pain and, on the contrary, you continue to clear your mind.

Perhaps you have become a machine too, emotionally numb. Damn, how you want it; to feel no more pain - isn't that the human dilemma?

Bobbi snaps forward, tired of seeing you hurt again and again, and grabs your wrists with her hands to stop you; it works. You suddenly freeze, avoiding eye contact and not saying a word. Bobbi never loses sight of you for a minute as she gets up to get a cloth to dab the wound and stop the bleeding.

You stay like this for about ten minutes, in silence, while Bobbi bandages your wound with two stitches for "safety". He wraps your hand, but when he is done, he does not pull away, contrary to what you expected. Instead, she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, making your eyes meet before breaking the silence.

"Do you ou want to tell me what happened?"

You always said that Bobbi, as an alternative to super badass spy, might as well have been a psychologist (as well as a model, of course). In fact, her tone is exactly what one would expect from a psychologist; gentle but detached. In a warm but cool clarity of action. In the art of weighing words that only Bobbi is capable of, and in which she is the first even to Jemma.

When she realizes you have no intention of answering, her hand quickly finds your leg.

"Have you been drinking?"

You bite your lip and shake your head slowly.

A small smile curls her lips as she leans in to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"Well... you did good rockstar."

Bobbi rests her forehead against yours, caressing your cheeks as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

"We're both tired and need to sleep, especially you. I'm not dropping the subject, and it's definitely something we'll discuss in the morning, but until then, until then, we're going to bed with the others. And I don't want to hear any objections."

You follow her, whatever she wants, you're going to give it to her. You owe it to her after the shit you wanted to do tonight; not that you wouldn't have done it if you had gone back. But now, now is a thought that has to be put off until the morning.

Bobbi tucks you in and wraps her arms around your sides, hugging you from behind. Your nose breathes in the lavender scent of Diasy and the vanilla scent of Wanda as Nat's soft snoring and Jemma's recovered words accompany you into the world of Morpheus.

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

As soon as you wake up, the weight of the conversation you're likely to have with your soul mates hits you harder than you'd like. And if you hate getting up on other days, today is even harder.

You get out of bed and walk down the hall with the same agony as a condemned man on his way to the gallows.

No, a condemned man is better off than you. At least he has the consolation of death; you, on the other hand, have only the certainty of a head-spanking from your girls.

It's barely 10 a.m., and your girls' voices echo down the narrow, cold hallway leading to the kitchen. As soon as your head pokes through the door, the voices stop.

"Hey."

Your stomach turns as you sit down in the only empty chair.

Wanda is at the stove, Natasha behind her, trying to help, even though you all know the Russian spy is anything but a good cook. Instead, Daisy, Jemma and Bobbi are all three at the table. Needless to say, all eyes are on you.

Wanda places a stack of pancakes on a plate in the middle of the table and with a shy smile invites you to help yourself to her delicious masterpieces.

You are not hungry. The silence between you is so strange, so different... that it has created a knot in your stomach. You are sure that if you even tried to take a bite of Wanda's pancakes, you would immediately run to the bathroom and throw up.

It is not you who breaks the silence, nor is it Bobbi; contrary to what you might have expected, it is Daisy who does so. Well, maybe you should have seen it coming.

"How could you even think that?"

You know very well that it is not a question. The others know it too.

The young superheroine wants to know the reason that almost made you break your promise.

Not that you could forget that promise. How could you?

It's hard to forget the feel of your girls' damp, heavy clothes and the sting of their deeply disappointed stares as you limped into the foyer of your simple, unassuming Manhattan apartment, staggering around with a bottle of vodka in your right hand and a gun in the other with only one bullet in the clip. It is hard to forget the look of terror on her face as you squeeze the trigger three times in a row, the cold metal of the barrel burning your temple. It is impossible to forget their screams as Natasha lunges at you, at the exact moment when you pull the damn trigger for the fourth time in front of their disbelieving, frightened, terrified eyes, and the bullet lodges on the wall behind you; inches from your head, as the gun, now unloaded, is kicked away from the Russian spy. It is impossible to forget the promise you made to them about never touching even a drop of alcohol again.

Over time, you have learned so many terrible things that you have trouble falling asleep at night. And when they say that addictions of any kind don't change a person...they lie. Fuck, how they lie. Lying bastards in an age of lies. An addiction changes you. No choking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I - yesterday was hard, the mission - I'm sorry."

You don't look up, you don't meet the eyes that you learned to love and accept only after a long time. You don't have the courage, you can't look at the most important people in your life, knowing that you made them suffer again. How many more times will you have to hurt them before they realize they no longer want you in their lives?

Bobbi sighs and shakes her head slowly. He gives you a small smile, just a hint of the one you loved before anyone else. She squeezes your thigh and reaches her hand out from under the table.

"We're not mad, we're just worried rockstar."

"Bobbi's right, Detka, we are scared that what happened years ago might happen again."

Wanda plays with the rings you exchanged when you all decided to move in together.

Natasha doesn't speak; she just watches you in silence. So does Jemma.

Daisy, on the other hand, seems on the verge of exploding, and that's exactly what she does.

"You can't do this to us again, okay? Do you know how long it took us to get over that? We still have nightmares about that night and you know it! How could you even think of drinking? You had to talk to us about it, you had to..."

Bobbi interrupts the inhuman, wrapping her arm around her hips and holding her close as she plants small kisses on the top of her head.

"He killed himself right in front of me, Daisy! He was a young boy, he had his whole life ahead of him and I didn't stop him!"

You slam your hand down on the kitchen counter, carefully away from your soul mates, using so much force that the deep cut you made the night before reopens and the bandage quickly soaks with blood.

A small grimace crosses your face as soon as your hand hits the marble surface.

"Y/n!"

Jemma takes your hand between her own, examining the wound medically and glancing at Bobbi as Wanda runs to the first aid kit in the bathroom.

"Honey, it's not your fault. The only culprit in all of this is Hydra. Yes, the boy was young, but he was aware of his choices."

Natasha strokes your back as Jemma uses needle and thread to sew up the cut on your palm. Jemma is about to put the fourth back on when you pull your hand away from her loving care and turn away from your girls.

"Y/n, please come back, I'm not done yet."

You look away; your left arm falls back at your side and small drops of blood run down your hand and fall to the floor. Your only desire now is to hold on to the bottle and drink until you see the empty bottom. You do not deserve their love, let alone their understanding.

"You're thinking very hard, detka," Wanda whispers, holding out her hand to you, and when you don't take it, intertwining your fingers, the hurt look on the Sokovian's face makes your heart clench.

"I thought I had overcome my addiction, and yet when some event shakes me, I am still in the grip of my emotions and it sucks....You want to know if I still want to drink? Yes, it gets stronger and stronger and it will never go away. That's the problem, I... I don't know if I can live with that for the rest of my life.

You all feel the small gasp that leaves the telepath's lips as she looks into your mind.

"Last night I... I took your gun," you whisper, turning your gaze to Natasha, "I know the password to the safe where you hide it; besides, it's not hard, just remember the day you first came into my life, and yes, yesterday I took the gun and put it to my temple, but I didn't pull the trigger, I didn't, okay? Just like I didn't touch the bottle of alcohol in front of me, so yes, I'm not okay, I'm shaken by what happened and part of me will always want to end it, but I'm not going to make you go through this again. I love you too much to hurt you like that again."

You scratch nervously at your wound, pinching your stitches before a gentle hand stops you. Jemma takes your hand back and makes the final stitches as the girls surround you.

"It's going to be okay honey, we're going to get through this too, but you need to go back and see Dr. Garner."

You sigh and shake your head before being stopped by a rather pissed off inhuman.

"I don't think you have a choice, so you're going to do what we say, okay?"

You sigh, nodding slightly as you begin to find the steel floor beneath your feet particularly interesting.

"Y/n, where did you leave the gun?"

Bobbi whispers and the question that has been hanging in the air until now is asked.

You teleport to your bedroom and retrieve the gun from its hiding place, where it had been masterfully concealed among some of your old clothes, and then Teleport back to the kitchen and hand the gun to Bobbi. The blonde takes it and slides the magazine out of the black Glock she holds in her hands, and when she does, your heart stops. You didn't think he would check.

"Y/n...? One bullet is missing-"

Daisy grabs the clip before Bobbi can finish her sentence,

"Are you fucking serious? You did this? You lied to our faces?!"

"I, it's not what it looks like."

Your throat goes dry as you look for the nearest chair to sit in; you wrinkle your nose as the bandage you've been so busy tightening around your thigh rubs painfully against the wound. And while the other girls are too busy trying to figure out what's going on, Wanda reads your mind and her eyes go wide as she falls to her knees in front of you. The other girls look at her with confusion and concern before the Sokovian speaks.

"Detka, Detka, where is the wound?"

Your breath catches and you freeze. They can't take away the pain you feel, they can't - you don't deserve the relief, you don't.

"N-no! Me, it's okay, I took care of it, I'm fine."

Natasha, who had been silent until that moment, steps forward and pulls your pants down before you can even think of stopping her.

The blood-soaked bandage shifts to reveal the bleeding, red wound; an ongoing infection, most likely -- after all, you didn't put any disinfectant on it, and the only thing you cared about was wrapping it tightly with a bandage so you wouldn't lose too much blood. You don't even know if the bullet got out, but considering your teleportation skills, it probably did. The only reason you don't stay naked every time you teleport is because Fitz made all your clothes out of a dwarf material that apparently allows you to stay clothed.

"Damn it!"

Natasha says, leaning over your thigh and looking at Jemma, urging her to get the first aid kit. The biochemist runs to the bathroom and returns in less than a minute with the kit in her hands. You kneel down next to the former Russian spy before putting on your gloves and cutting off the now completely useless blindfold.

Bobbi walks over to you and places a hand on your forehead to check your temperature before asking Natasha to hand her the thermometer.

"She's warm, I think the wound is giving her an infection."

Bobbi puts the thermometer to your lips, and when you make it clear that you are not going to take your temperature, Bobbi raises her right eyebrow and looks at you intently.

"Rockstar, I don't want to force you to open your lips, but you really messed up, your health is not the best right now and we're really worried, so please, please... help us help you, okay?"

Bobbi's voice breaks as her look of pain and concern finally makes you realize how much this, how much YOU are costing them...so you do everything they tell you and a full twenty-five minutes pass before you are finally patched up and lying on a cot in the infirmary.

"Why did you do this? Are you... do we have to take you off missions? Are you trying to hurt yourself?" Natasha approaches the edge of the bed, resting a hand on your good leg.

"Obviously, considering what he did."

Daisy blurts out, and the fact that she relies so heavily on her sarcasm lets you know that she is genuinely worried about you.You bite your lip, a small sigh rippling the air around you as you trace the bandage on your hand with your thumb, distracting yourself from the conversation you are about to have.

"I... just wanted... I needed to feel physical pain, and not the kind of pain that tears you up inside. I just needed to feel nothing, just for a little while...I'm sorry."

Jemma squeezes the IV bag and, after a final glance at the monitor showing your blood pressure and heart rate, sits down in the empty chair to your left before taking your hand between her own.

"We're going to help you, okay? It's going to be okay, we're going to be with you every step of the way, and we're going to get through this, just like we did before."

"But we need you to help us, rock star."

"And you need to tell us how you feel, especially if it makes you do things...dangerous for yourself, detka" Wanda comes over and gives you a small smile with eyes full of concern, just like the other girls.

Daisy crosses her arms under her breasts and you see worry and anger distorting her face and then, to the surprise of you all, the inhuman bursts into tears. Sobs shake your body and your need to embrace her makes you get out of bed and reach out to her, hiding a grimace of pain.

"Dee, Daisy, hey, it's okay love, I'm sorry, I know how that night left a deep scar on you, I... when certain thoughts come, I can't think straight... I can't think at all, damn it. I don't... I don't think about how much damage what my mind is telling me to do could do to you. I'm sorry, my love."

Daisy throws herself into your arms, causing you to fall back onto the cot as the inhuman wets your shirt with her tears.

"I know what it feels like to want the pain to stop, many of us do it”. Your body stiffens at the thought that at least once both Natasha and Wanda and Daisy felt exactly what you felt and are feeling now, "but you are not alone, I know you feel alone but you are not. We are here and we love you so much it hurts..."

"I am so sorry...I, I will try to get better, I want to, for you and to finally be well without having to resort to pain or alcohol."

You whisper, leaving kisses in Daisy's hair as you hold her close. Your girls stand still, letting the inhuman vent before they too join your embrace.

They say nothing, they don't need to. The fact that they are there, their warmth is more than enough and they bring you a slight relief and the burden you have been carrying for so long finally lightens... at least for now.

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[agentcable]

Law & Order Special Victims Unit Season 23 Ep. 2 "Never Turn Your Back on Them"

The Special Victims Unit encountered a significant obstacle when one of Congressman Howard's witnesses went missing, and the others were either dead or threatened. This situation led Fin and Kat down a perilous path that endangered Kat's life. Meanwhile, Rollins and Carisi assessed the status of their relationship. Kat resigned from the Special Victims Unit after her accident. She realized that staying was not worth the risk. Benson became even more distraught when she learned that Garland was also resigning as Deputy Chief after what happened with the Jayvon Brown case.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Reporters are gathered outside the scene where Catalina allegedly committed suicide, discussing her involvement in the sex trafficking case. Garland meets Benson in Catalina's apartment, where Benson explains why she believes it was not an accident. They are reviewing street and security cameras, phones, and other evidence since no one heard or saw anything. There is no evidence of foul play. Benson also mentions that Ortiz was found dead with slit wrists. Kat is heading to Rosa's. She called Rikers about Paulie. Jenna and her parents are not answering their phones. Rollins and Joe Velasco are on their way there. Garland believes Congressman Howard is cleaning house. Benson wonders if someone is doing it for him. He still thinks he's a future presidential candidate, and there is no way his fingers will be near this.

Meanwhile, Kat and an officer arrive at Rosa's apartment and attempt to enter, but Rosa opens the door before they can. She informs them that she is packing to leave due to harassing phone calls and the presence of strange men outside, though they are no longer there. Despite Kat's pleas to let them protect her, Rosa insists on leaving for Buffalo with Officer Raleigh to accompany her and her son.

Fin is at the jail where Paulie was being held. He finds that Paulie is dead, and the doctor says that he was beaten by either CO`s or inmates. The reason for the beating is that Paulie was a rapist, and nobody likes a rapist.

Rollins and Velasco are at Jemma's parents' home when her parents arrive just as the detective are getting ready to barge in. They all enter the house and find blood, but Jemma is nowhere to be found. It appears she may have fled out the window. Rollins calls Benson while Velasco calls for backup. Rollins speaks to the parents in an attempt to get a clue as to where Jemma might be. Although Jemma's father seems overbearing, he offers to provide passwords for her tech and accounts.

Rollins explains to Velasco outside that she did not reveal all the information about Jemma and Howard. Velasco is unaware of her connection to Howard, and Rollins instructs him to locate Jemma. Velasco suspects that Jemma's mother may have more information than she is revealing. He realizes that he left his cell phone inside the house and moves to retrieve it. Rollins expresses doubt that this was not intentional. Velasco requests Jemma's mother to call his phone, and he inputs his number on her phone. They locate the phone in the couch. He promises to find her daughter.

In the car, Rollins compliments him on his smoothness, and Velasco responds that now she has his number. Rollins retorts that she had his number, but he reminds her that she didn't answer his four calls and he's just giving her options. Rollins adds that at SVU, they don't make promises they can't keep, especially to parents.

The following day, Howard spoke to reporters and blamed the DA's office and NYPD for pressuring Catalina and Ortiz to frame him on false charges. Benson, Garland, and Carisi watched Howard's rant on TV from Garland's office. Carisi found it offensive, and Benson declared that they were going to war. McGrath stormed in and complained about the press, but Garland reminded him that this was what he had feared would happen if they rushed the case. Benson tries to calm down McGrath, who is visibly upset. Garland expresses his disappointment and frustration, stating that they trusted the team and now lives have been lost. McGrath acknowledges their point and emphasizes the urgency of finding Jemma for her safety and the team's reputation. As he receives a call, he signals for the others to listen and praises the caller's good work. Joe Velasco saved their situation by providing Jemma's contact information. Benson and Garland exchange a silent look.

Velasco reveals that Jemma contacted him through a burner cell app and requested to meet him. Kat speculates that someone may have taken Jemma's phone. Benson and Rollins discuss tracking incoming and outgoing calls from a burner phone that Fin received a call from. Velasco has already run the calls. Benson notes that the same number checks in every Tuesday and Friday at 4:20, and Kat suggests it could be a weed dealer. Velasco has already obtained the address, and Benson confirms it.

At Bruck Shot Studios, Rollins and Velasco showed a man a number. Rollins informed him that he could be implicated in the abduction of a 16-year-old, and he reluctantly cooperated by providing the location and any tips about what they were walking into.

Fin, Rollins, Kat, and Joe approached the house, with Fin and Kat taking the back When Velasco was unsuccessful at getting Jemma to open the door, the music inside shut off, and they broke in. Meanwhile, Fin and Kat approach a back door. Kat quickly opens it, but two gunshots ring out, hitting Kat and causing her to drop to the ground. Fin radios Rollins to report that the vest caught one bullet, but another got through, leaving Kat groaning in pain. Fin calls for help.

Inside, Velasco and Rollins search for Jemma. A man comes out and says they didn't know they were cops. The EMTs arrive to tend to Kat, and Fin insists on staying by her side. Rollins and Velasco go upstairs and find Jemma crawling onto the roof. Benson informs Fin that she will meet them at Kings County. Fin reports that Kat is fighting and tells her to say hello to Benson. Fin reassures Benson that everything is fine and to just get there.

Meanwhile, Velasco continues to persuade Jemma to come inside. He shares a personal story about his father using a belt on him until he was arrested. After his father's death, he wanted to wear the belt as a reminder of why he does what he does. He asks Jemma to trust him and extends the belt for her to grab onto, and she does.

Kat's condition is deteriorating, and Fin is instructed to keep her awake. To do so, he attempts to lighten the mood by telling a joke. Fin acknowledges that it was a poor attempt at humor, but reassures Kat that he will stay by her side until she recovers.

Rollins tells Velasco that Fin said Kat is stable. He suggests they have a beer. Rollins implies that the story about his dad was not true and that his dad was okay.

However, when Rollins walks away, he looks serious. Meanwhile, Kat needs to be shocked back from coding. The situation looks bleak.

Benson arrives at the hospital, where Fin explains that Kat's heart stopped in the ambulance. Fin describes the incident as an ambush, with the attackers wearing vests and having backup. He regrets not being in the front. Benson comments that Kat probably did not have a choice. She assures Fin that the situation is not his fault. They both look anguished as they gaze back at the hospital.

Jemma, who was with her parents inside SVU, explains that she thought someone was breaking into the house. She climbed out the window and took off on her bike. When they bring up Congressman Howard, her father gets upset about the way things are going and seems to believe that Howard didn't do anything. Jemma's mother is supportive, but her father seems to have a chip on his shoulder and gets testy with Velasco. He orders Jemma and his wife to get up, and they walk out.

Rollins updated Carisi at his office located at 1 Hogan Place. Benson reported a difficult day, with Kat being shot and three witnesses dead, and no leads on the killer. Carisi mentioned Gold's motion to dismiss and inquired about Jemma. She informed him about Kat's surgery and Fin's presence. Rollins clarified that Jemma denied any sexual activity with Howard. Benson states that even though she was in Howard's bed, semi-conscious and undressed while he was unbuckling his pants, Carisi believes he can compel her to testify. However, Rollins thinks she will lie on the stand. Benson suggests that Velasco, who has a good rapport with her, reach out to her.

Meanwhile, Fin is there with Kat. She is alive and aware of the severity of her near-death-experience. When she came out of anesthesia, her mind was racing. She was thinking about what Carisi said. He had no regrets about being a cop and felt that he was where he was supposed to be. She wondered if she was supposed to be with SVU. However, by the time they arrived, it was often too late, and the victim was already traumatized. This made their job even more difficult. She wonders if there is a way to be more proactive. Fin believes that his job is to remove criminals from the streets, while Kat thinks that many of them plead out and the welthy ones get away with it. Fin advises her to rest and not make any hasty decisions, especially since she just had surgery. Celine arrives with flowers and ballons, and Kat reassures her that she is doing fine.

While Benson and Rollins watch Howard on TV at SVU, Benson receives a call from Fin. He informs her that the surgery went well and that Kat is stable but loopy. Fin doesn't believe that she is looking to return, and when Rollins suggests that Kat should get back on the horse, Fin disagrees. Velasco enters and announces that Jemma's mother has evidence that Howard had sexual intercourse with her daughter. She saved one of Jemma's dresses. Howard got Jemma pregnant when she was 15. Benson and Rollins look stunned.

Later, Jemma's mom Laure brings the dress to SVU in a plastic bag. Laura adds that her husband can never know she was here because Ray will kill Howard and her for telling them. Velasco explains he told her they would keep it confidential, but Benson says they will do everything they can. Laura explains how Jemma met Howard on a class trip and he gave her his phone number. He promised her an internship. During the summer, Jemma worked there and everything appeared to be legitimate. One day, she was allowed to attend a birthday party because she seemed excited about it. Laura commented that they must think she is a horrible mother, but Benson reassured her that they don't thinkt that. Laura also mentioned that Jemma never admitted it, but something happened at the party. She could tell that Jemma had been drinking because her makeup was a mess. Jemma yelled at her mom to leave her alone, but her mother went into the laundry room, got the dress, and put it in the back of her closet. Jemma remained closed off. Six weeks later, Laura found a positive pregnancy test in the trash. A few days after that, a car service picked her up and took her into the city. When she returned home, she was pale and stayed in bed for two days. Ray was unaware of the situation and remains so. However, Laura saw her baby changing. Howard must pay for what he did to her daughter.

In the ADA's office, Benson confronts Howard about the dress. When she explains that the mother saved it, Gold counters with concerns about the lack of a chain of custody and suggests running their own DNA test. Carisi offers to have the lab run the test ten times. Benson presents a photo of Jemma sitting on Howard's lap at her 15th birthday party, and Carisi brings up the abortion, which surprises Howard. He believes it is not a woman's decision, despite acknowledging it. Benson claims they have hsi driver's route on the night of the party and six weeks later when he drove her to Chelsea Gynecology. Howard is upset and argues that Gold told him it was a false positive. Gold continues to talk despite being told to shut up, only digging himself in deeper by saying thre is no way it is his and that he always pulls out. He and Gold argue, and Gold calls him a half-wit. Howard asks if Gold will hit him again and then tells him to leave. Carisi tells Gold that it is Howard's decision. Gold asks Howard what he wants to tell his grandmother. Howard orders Gold out. Howard confesses that Gold is responsible for Jemma's abortion, Catalina and Ruben. Gold tells Carisi and Benson that Howard's confession is coerced and made under duress without the presence of his attorney. It will not hold up in court. He leaves and slams the door. Howard inquires if it is true, and Carisi looks at Benson who suggests he sits down and explains how he arrived here. Howard takes a seat.

In Garland's office, Carisi explains that Howard couldn't stop talking once he started. Howard claims to be a puppet, and Garland questions whether GOld pulls the strings. Benson adds that Howard says Gold arranged Jemma's abortion, organized the hits on Catalina and Ortiz, Paulie's beat down, and the threats to Rosa. McGrath asks if they have proof of any of that, and Benson states that Gold is smart. His office was raided, and encrypted files will be searched for months. His finances are complex, involving campaign contributions, the Howard family trust, and PACs with anonymous donors, as well as holding companies withing holding companies. McGrath wonders if he will ever take a plea deal.

During a meeting at the Office of the District Attorney conference room, Carisi and US Attorney Anya Avital spoke with Gold and his attorney. Carisi suspected that Gold was the one who buried them. Despite this, Gold insisted that he was offering valuable information and urged the officials to show more interest. Carisi asks what they are talking about. Gold responds that they are discussing an ex-President, the President's relatives, Hollywood royalty, REAL royalty, and Silicon Valley billionaires.

Carisi and Rollins walk outside. Rollins explains that they still cannot link Gold to Ortiz and Catalina's suicides. However based on his offshore accounts and holding companies, he is telling the truth about who he can take down. Carisi thinks some of the billionaires are already on the Feds' radar. Rollins suggests that maybe all these guys should go to outer space. They walk off, and Rollins wryly tells Carisi to give her best to Anya. Carisi's phone buzzes. He answers angrily. Garland is also outside, walking and on the phone. He yells to the caller that he doesn't understand. Garland argues that he knows the Attorney General's long-standing tradition of protecting the powerful, but wonders if anyone is thinking about justice for the victims. Similarly, McGrath is walking outside with Velasco. He calls the DA, Southern District, and AG "sons of bitches" and says there's not a set of balls between them. McGrath adds that if they ask him, this could have been 10 times bigger than Gotti or Epstein. He hangs up.

On the TV at SVU, it is reported on the news that Howard has been arrested in a sex trafficking case. Benson is on the phone with Carisi and expresses her regret. She inquires about Howard's situation and requests to be kept informed. After hanging up, she informs Fin that Howard is the main perpetrator and has accepted a plea deal. He is scheduled to be sentenced next month. They have decided not to proceed with Gold's deal or with Gold himself. Fin asks who "they" are, but then dismisses it, saying it doesn't matter. He adds that they were never going to take down an ex-president. Kat enters the room, walking with a cane, and says she's feeling better. She asks Benson if she has a moment alone, and Fin leaves. Benson tells Kat that she's been through a lot and not to underestimate the toll being shot takes on a person. Kat clarifies that it's nott about being shot. After last year, she thought things would really change, but they haven't. Guys like McGrath are still hanging on thight. Benson suggests that she stay and fight with her. They need voices like hers. Kat questions whether it will make a difference. She said Fin told her a while ago that she doesn't have the rank to go up against the system, and they won't listen to her. Benson wants to dissuade Kat from her decision because she believes that change is imminent. Benson is unable to respond. They are not on the same position. Kat on the other hand, feels that she needs to act before she becomes too invested. Kat expresses her happiness for the victims that Benson is helping, but she cannot continue. Benson acknowledges her decision, assures her that the door is always open and how much they will miss her. Kat expresses her gratitude towards Benson, assures that she will miss it too and promises to take care of herself.

Rollins asks Carisi no to let Gold flip and questions the decision made by someone on the 8th floor. He explains that they are fighting hard because Gold must have a lot of evidence against them. Carisi explains that the investigation into Gold's actions is still ongoing. Rollins questions why they are letting the murder of three witnesses slide. Carisi responds that his guess is that the offer to give up power players was a warrning shot to the DC people. She asks how Carisi is doing since he put so much work into this. He answers that they both did. On the bright side, Howard is going to take a plea. If he had gone to trial, he wouldn't have been able to testify, and they wouldn't have been able to prosecute. Rollins questions whether someone ratted them out, but Carisi insists they need to discuss the implications of their actions. She thought he said they didn't need to disclose unless there was a serious relationship. He assures her that he is taking this seriously, She agrees and adds that nobody else needs to know about it right now. He concurs and admits he's trying not to channel his inner guilty Catholic. She tells him not to go that far and that she likes that guy.

Benson enters Garland's office to find him packing his things. She asks what's happening, and he explains that he's sorry to hear about Kat. Benson inquires why he feels like they're winning some battles but losing the war. Garland responds that it's because they are.

He went to 1PP to argue against the Gold decision, but Benson heard that McGrath was furious and didn't back him up. Garland clarifies that he was left hanging out to dry. Although I was criticizing a sitting congressman, I needed to be careful not to go too far. The people in charge made it clear that he was not seen as a team player. They advised me to be aware of the situatioin. When he asked if he was fired, they replied that he wasn't, but he left before things got worse. Last night, his father, who spent a lifetime at the NYPD, called him and advised him to move on. He warned that he would be more dangerous to them outside the department than inside.

McGrath enters Benson's office and tells her not to stand on her injured leg. Benson explains that the doctos said she is a fast healer. McGrath responds that they will need her functioning at 200%. He informs her that Garrland put in his papers today, but it was entirely Garland's decision. He adds that he has the utmost respect for Chief Garland. Benson looks down but slightly raises an eyebrow. He states that the previous year at SVU had become too politicized. Moving forward, the focus should be on addressing actual cases of rape. Benson stares at him and questions his use of the term "real rapes". He apologizes, acknowledging that his previous beliefs were outdated, and that all victims should be believed.

Benson interrupts McGrath when he refersr to acquaintance rapes "policing the bedroom". She clarifies that she will not turn her back on any victim. McGrath glares at her and agrees that he does not expect her to. He states that if oyu put your mind to it, there is no one better for this job, and he has absolute confidence in her. He adds that they are considering many excellent candidates to fill Garland's position. In the meantime, she will report directly to him. He asks if that is going to be a problem, and she replies, "No, sir." McGrath acknowledges her responce and turns to leave. Benson looks away as we fade to black.

[dyst0p14-n]

I don't really know who I am yet.

Ever since I learnt to string together coherent sentences, I've always liked writing like these little introduction entries. Whether it be in a new notebook, online, or even in my stories, I love being able to talk about myself. I used to think I was egotistical, so I just kept these entries to myself, but I've grown to realise it's less of a "I love myself to bits" thing, and more of a "catching up with myself every once in a while" thing. I think it's important to check in on yourself every once in a while. You know, to keep yourself from totally losing your mind and ending up in a psych ward. I mean, I'll end up in a psych ward regardless. What I'm trying to get at is hi, welcome to my little online diary. Fair word of warning, I have a lot of issues and I've seen literal porn on this website, so I'm not exactly worried about my posts being taken down if I talk about actively cvtting myself (I'll like censor my words just to be safe). Trigger warning for every single trigger under the sun: svicide, self h4rm, eating "this order", mommy and daddy issues, substance abuse, just to name a fun few. Obviously, my whole life doesn't revolve around that stuff (it absolutely does, I'm just gaslighting myself), so it's not like all my entries will be suicide letter after suicide letter.. or something. I might post it in the future though, so look forward to that!

ANYWAY, hi. I'm Amelia (people also call me Jemma if they're feeling funky), I'm 16 as of the 31st of March, and I'll be treating this as my diary. Basically decided on making this on a whim, so I have no clue whether I'll be writing here every day, or just once in a blue moon, time will tell. Honestly, I made this account to commemorate me surviving this long. I never imagied I'd make it to 16, and yet here we are. I didn't plan on making it this far, and I really don't have any plans on what to do with myself. I'm kinda at a loss. Before, it's just been a countdown to the day my candle goes out. Now, I wake up confused. What am I doing here? What is there for me? Is there anything for me out there? Everyday is a question. A question to which the answer is unclear, but I can make an educated guess that it's either drugs, money or death. Maybe all of the above.

I guess theres a few things I like to do. I'll get into detail in a later entry if I feel like it. It's getting pretty late.

I draw sometimes. I used to only do digital art, but I lost my apple pencil and have been too embarrased to tell my mam, so i just switched to permenant pencil drawings. I actually prefer it. I used to hate it because I was really bad at anatomy and using a digital drawing program let me rearrange the limbs as I so pleased. I can't do that on paper, it forces me to practice and get better. And I'd like to think that I have. I understand muscle structure a lot better. Perspective, and all that jazz. I also bought a watercolour set recently, so I've been messing around with that. It's pretty fun!

I also write stories. A lot of them. I'm actually in the process of writing the pilot episode for one of my projects; It's called "All-in". Its about this snobby rich girl who is running an illegal underground gambling ring who meets this depressed traumatised orphan boy who's part of a gang that is trying to take down the mafia and is constantly on someone’s kill list, he accidentally drags her into his business after his brother is kidnapped and the mafia thinks shes affiliated with him and she is now on the kill list as well. He is under the impression that she doesn’t want anything to do with any of this, not knowing she has a criminal record of her own. It's a whole thing, I won't bore myself by explaining all the small details. This is my diary! It exists for my leisure and to let out everything on my mind! I'll leave the work to work hours.

Another major hobby of mine is volleyball. Officially, I'm a setter. In reality, I'm a bench warmer. I haven't been playing very long. Maybe a year and a half. So naturally, I suck at it. I still have a lot of fun with it. Maybe i shoud become a professional volleyball player if I don't end up killing myself?

What else is there about me.... I listen to a lot of rock and metal. All sorts of varients of the two. Really, I like all genres of music, these are just my personal favourites. I also listen to a ton of vocaloid. It's been a staple of my personality since 2016. If youve been here since before i repurposed this account (which, I doubt you did), then you'd have seen my entire page was FILLED with Hatsune Miku stuff. Big fan.

I watch a lot of anime. My favourites are FMA, Soul Eater and Assassination Classroom. I also have a manga collection that is worth over 450 quid. Some might say thats a waste, since I'm poor and could use that money to feed myself for a month, but food is temporary, wasted female lead potentional is forever.

I'm gonna gp to sleep now. I'll add on whatever I can think of when I'm back from school tomorrow.

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School sucks dick.

-amelia

[ao3feed-fitzsimmons]

Catalytic Activity

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48306178

by newt426

Both Jemma and Fitz are fairly certain that Bobbi is autistic, but they don't know how to tell her.

Words: 955, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Study of Barbara Morse

Fandoms: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Bobbi Morse, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter, Phil Coulson, Melinda May, Skye | Daisy Johnson, Alphonso "Mack" Mackenzie

Relationships: Leo Fitz & Jemma Simmons, Leo Fitz & Bobbi Morse & Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter/Bobbi Morse

Additional Tags: Autistic Bobbi Morse, Autistic Leo Fitz, Autistic Jemma Simmons, Lots of Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Infodumping, Stimming, Sensory Overload, Bobbi loves music, Biochemist Bobbi Morse, Self-Injurious Stims, Suicidal Ideation, Bobbi goes to therapy, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48306178