#motherly!may

[cissyenthusiast010155]

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

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

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

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

Enjoy (:

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

“You’re distracted.” May bluntly stated.

“No I’m not…” you grumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sighed in discontent. You were getting frustrated.

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

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

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

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

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

“Think. I think you do.” May spoke.

You gulped and avoided her gaze.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Melinda May Masterlist ~Coming Soon (:

[bananafire11]

Tadc..... dinosaurs.... tadc dinosaurs

[coochiekrab]

Kuri chose not to tell Rumi that she had cancer so that she wouldn’t freak out and delay starting her college career because when Kuri was getting ready to graduate highschool and become an adult her dad felt threatened and convinced her that if she “abandoned him” to pursue a degree or an adult life away from him he would just kill himself out of loneliness

[m--rtyr]

People look at character called Matron and be surprised when they do mother things fr

So much of Irene’s character has to do with creation. Aside from the matron thing, aside from being a mother, there is so much about her that is inlaid with a theme of motherhood. The main character is created from her and trying to escape her legacy, her role in the story is to be a mother to the main character! (Who is also her but, thematically speaking)

And the main character? Also a mother!

Like it’s so weird that people take the motherhood show and go ‘ew motherly behaviour’. LET ALONE THE MOTHER CHARACFER. THE CHARACTER ABOUT MOTHERHOOD.

[likeabxrdinflight]

...I should be editing my dissertation but now I'm thinking about how both Azula and Katara are perhaps the most "adultified" of the atla characters and...hmm. Interesting.

[littlefankingdom]

Bitches be like: I will refuse any canon evidence or interpretation that Bruce Wayne is a bad father. I don't care, it's not happening, because Batman is my childhood's hero and I have daddy issues.

It's me, I'm bitch.

[hawnks]

Almost everyone I know is changing their name rn...........

[my-pjo-stuff]

The female urge to grab nine year old Luke, hug him against your chest and tell him he's safe now.

[aprettyweirgirl]

Lin and Izumi escape the royal bodyguards while visiting Omashu.

Just imagine what they could do from there…

OK YOU KNOW WHAT IM CONVINCED IZUMI IS THE MASTER OF ESCAPING THE BODYGUARDS like when she was a teen shed dissappear all the time that it got to the point they didnt even worry

guard 1: hey have you seen the princess?

guard 2: i thought you were looking for her

guard 1: oh spirits not again

guard 2: ok who does it

guard 1: not me, i did it last time

guard 2: ugh alright

guard 2, on the phone: hey fire lord zuko, uhh yeah so we lost the princess again

and meanwhile izumi is already somewhere in air temple island gossiping with bumi. this also means her kids cannot escape from them bc there's nothing they've tried that she didn't do before (but she is not as overprotective as zuko was)

[blacknbluejustice]

The future is split into two... mainly because in this AU he may or may not be Bi lol. (Also may be my HC for OG Steven.)

Anyway the future is uncertain so I'm not sure where this would go lol.

[young-botanical-genius]

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

Character Development Questions: Hard Mode

Having been surrendered to the Skid Row Home for Boys as a baby, Seymour never truly knew his birth mother. The only thing he ever really managed to find out about her was her name, Winifred Krelborn, which was helpfully written on the birth certificate he had been left with (strangely, the spot for his father's name was mysteriously left blank).

At the time she exited his life, he had been much, much too young to have formed any lasting memories of her. He often finds himself wondering if she ever truly cared for him— if she ever felt any regret towards leaving him at the orphanage, or if she simply abandoned her unwanted child as soon as she could and never thought about him again.

...Given that he was presumably born on Skid Row, he strongly suspects the latter, but there is a part of him deep down that still hopes otherwise.

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

4 solid years later. I had it, I ain’t got it no more.

Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is”, Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems

[the-silent-hashira]

great googly moogly this crush is slowly becoming something substantial. i should watch Hazbin again

[rottingghosty]

The Hunt of Joker | DC X DP

ERRORS WILL BE MADE BECAUSE I’M AN OVERWORKED PERSON

“What?” The Ghost King of the Infinite Realms hissed out in rage.

Danny stared down at where his Spymaster, a liminal who willingly stood up to take on the title to keep an eye on the human realm for him— was kneeling still as they waited for Danny to process their report. The silent in the throne room was deafening and yet his Spymaster— Lucero Castillo continued on to stay defiantly at him to showcase the seriousness of the situation.

“He’s called the Joker, he’s killed and caused more harm than I’ve realized. The person tasked at keeping an eye on him had failed and the man got away from landing in the realms for his trial longer than I’d like to admit.” Lucero said with a bitter tone, their anger obvious in the moment. Danny could understand, seeing the countless ghosts who landed in the realms because of the Joker grew.

Knowing that the Joker managed to defy death and kept inflicting it? It made Danny’s blood boil as he remembered the death of one of Lady Gotham’s Knights, the boy was young— so young that Danny wept to himself in the shelter of his own keep because that was a young boy who despite everything still tried to save his own mother. Danny felt like he was looking to a mirror every time he saw the Robin, purely because they were both teenagers— kids who had died. It was a limited time that Danny spent with Robin- Jason but enough that Danny missed him when the boy disappeared.

“You’ve kept tabs?” Danny rumbled out, his words echoing with authority that caused the ghosts in the throne room to straighten and Lucero to give a grin, their fangs glinting in the light of the ghost flames that lit up the room.

“Once I realized, I made sure to keep tabs on the clown. I figured it’d be a good premise for a hunt.”

A hunt… Lucero wasn’t wrong. A hunt would be good, it’d allow those who had been harmed by him. The ghosts will enjoy the thrill of hunting down their own killer, he’s sure Gotham’s shades and lingering ghosts would enjoy it as well. Lucero would keep an eye on the hunt, put a stop to any ghosts who stepped out of line and protect any humans.

Danny’s fingers drummed against the arm rest of his throne, the crown above his head flickering wildly as he thought it over.

“I approve of this hunt, it’s been too long.” Danny said as he gave a crooked smile before gesturing to Pandora who immediately began to speak the hunt in existence with another ghost besides her writing it down so a missive would appear before every victim of Joker that had died and lives in the realms.

“Under the orders of High King, the Hunt of the human named Joker the Maddened False Clown, the man who has denied our Mother’s embrace and who has cruelly ended lives of others before their ended time. The Spymaster has been deemed the Watcher of this Hunt and those who had been harmed by him may indulge in the hunt. The hunt will begin in a week’s time.”

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Jason felt that something in Gotham was different, the air felt charged in a way he never felt even before his death. He was more in tune with Gotham than any other person, he knew Gotham at its core just as she knew him at his very being. It’s why he claimed Crime Alley as his when he had come back, why he dug his roots and kept digging them even if people tugged him and tried to make him change his tune about the Alley.

They didn’t understand.

Nobody understood the fact that Crime Alley is the very heart of Gotham, how she thrives on its very essence and how even at her weakest she relies on it to protect the rest of Gotham. The City Spirit loomed over him from the shadows, her hands placed on his shoulders to keep ahold of and giving a motherly croon whenever the Bats came into his haunt.

The leylines that Gotham lived on seemed to beat along as the excited trills and chirps of various ghosts were heard as he walked through the Alley, they sounded like a murder of crows in the death infested city. Shadows and blurs of greens and blues darted around, seeking. Hunting.

A soft croon from shade caught Jason’s attention, watching it peer shyly up at him with a wide childlike gaze. The shade was in an alleyway, one that Jason knew the kids around used to run after stealing some food that he knew Mrs. Jimenez purposely put on her windowsill for to take. He debated on ignoring it, wanting to head home because his skin felt too tonight, his pulse thundering in ways even adrenaline rush never could.

The shadows beckoned. Jason followed.

“Do you guys feel that?” Steph asked at family dinner of the month, her eyes darting around to catalogue the Bats reactions. Everyone looked on edgy, as if a single pin needle could drop and it’d shatter every peaceful pretense they had. Jason however looked at ease, as if he didn’t feel like he was a prey at the moment.

“Yeah, it’s made a lot of things brighter. I had to be careful during patrol because I’d start getting migraines from the lights.” Duke said as he poked his fork into his pasta, eyes hidden behind sunglasses that he wore to prevent his lingering headache from flaring into something worse.

“Oh it’s probably cause of the Hunt.”

A silence occurred before chaos erupted.

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NOTE: I am a firm believer that while Jason doesn’t remember anything from during his time dead, he knows ghost culture because its ingrained into his very being and has been aware of all the shades/ghosts of crime alley because its his haunt and he is protective of them as he is of humans. He’s basically Lady Gotham’s disgruntled feral cat and she’s basically throwing him at the shades as exposure therapy to the ✨other side ✨

also Jason casually dropping the fact of the Hunt is so funny cause he’s just reading a book while eating. Like hahaha yeah it’s cause of the Hunt :) we all had died or had brushed with death enough that we feel the excitement of the dead ! Jason is also very much unaware that the hunt is AIMED at Joker and pretty much. has a dead joker dropped at his feet by excited kiddo shades because !!! PRESENT FOR PAPA !!! before it gets yoinked into the infinite realms by Lucero.

morally grey danny because he is balance !! HE IS A KING !! he has the right to choose who dies !!! tbis was done at 2am again and scheduled to post at 7am

[sovamurka]

I think that Jinx and Isha's relationship will parallel three separate dynamics:

1) Sibling dynamic - Vi and Jinx. Obvious parallel with Jinx being an older sister this time around. Perhaps it will make Jinx reminisce about her childhood and make her understand how much Vi actually loved her.

2) Parent/child dynamic - Where do I start? Jinx and her mom, Jinx and Vander, Jinx and Silco, Jinx and... Vi (yes, if you didn't notice, Vi was also a motherly figure for Powder after their mother's death). It will possibly make Jinx not just take responsibility but finally realise why parents protect their children at all cost and are ready to give up anything, including their own life.

3) Old/young self dynamic - Jinx and Powder - basically Jinx accepting and loving her younger self through Isha. It is the most important lesson she may learn, actually!

[jenanigans1207]

What I wanted so badly was for Mary to learn about her boys from Cas. Like that night where Cas finds her when she can’t sleep and she expresses that she just doesn’t know anything about her sons since she missed so much?? All I wanted was for Cas to sit down with her at the table and just start telling her about them. Basic stuff at first: their favorite foods, their sleeping habits, the stuff he’s just observed by being their passenger for years.

And then I want him to say something totally Cas, like “Dean always wears more layers but that’s because his body naturally runs two degrees colder than Sam’s. But that’s normal for him and not indicative of any illness, so it’s nothing to worry about.”

And as they talk, it starts to get a little deeper, and Cas tells her more. He tells her about what she missed, about all the horrible things that happened to her sons and how they coped; how it changed them. And he tells her about Sam, he does, but really it ends up being all about Dean.

He’ll tell her about how Dean clenches his fists when he’s upset, even as he tries to keep his face impassive. About how Dean drums his fingers on the steering wheel when he’s anxious. He’ll tell her about Dean’s nightmares, about the ways he’s chosen to cope. He’ll tell her how to know when to approach Dean and when to give him space, how to gently acknowledge what he’s feeling without pushing him too far.

And with every word he says, Mary’s curious head tilt from when she’d seen them hug in reunion turns into a bone deep type of certainty. Because Cas is telling her things that only someone who paid special attention would notice. He’s telling her things that only someone very, very close to her son’s heart would know.

Cas will tell her the cliff notes of what they’ve been through; will tell her how the whole world looked to Dean and he rose to the occasion over and over again. He’ll tell her about Dean’s doubts in himself and then vehemently declare them as wrong and explain, at length, why. He will tell her about the people Dean has loved— the people who loved him like he was their own— and lost. He will tell her about Bobby, Ellen, Jody, Donna, and Charlie. He’ll tell her about Claire, too, and how Dean stepped up.

And the whole time, Mary will have this realization that oh, she may not have been around to guide and protect her sons, but there was always someone there to care for them and support them when they needed it. She will realize that she and John may have left them, but they were never alone.

But more than that, there was someone there for Dean. Someone picking Dean over and over again while Dean picked Sam, or the world, over himself. There was someone fighting for Dean when he wasn’t fighting for himself. There was someone who saw Dean, and loved him unconditionally.

Sitting across from her, at the asscrack of dawn, filling her in on all the things she missed was every mother’s dream: someone who loved her child with the kind of devotion that would break the world. And from the sounds of the stories she was being told, it did break the world. Someone whose love is entirely untainted and comes without any strings attached.

It’s so clear to her as she listens to Cas talk that Cas loves Dean with no expectations. That loving Dean is something he just does, like he doesn’t know how not to love Dean, like the possibility of not loving him never occurred to Cas. He loves Dean in a way that Mary knows can and will soothe Dean’s sharp edges and battered heart. He loves Dean in the kind of pure way that tells Mary that it will continue to endure and overcome everything without ever diminishing, even the littlest amount.

Mary, through tears, will tell Cas how she always told Dean that there were angels watching over him. And before Cas can make some comment about Dean being the Righteous Man and the interest of most of Heaven, she will place a hand over his and give him a motherly look that will convey all the things she’s not sure how to say— and the things she’s not sure Cas is ready to hear yet. And Cas will flush and look away, mumbling about how her son is very special to him.

And when she pulls him into a hug and murmurs thank yous into his shoulder, she will be comforted in the knowledge that her sons turned out to be wonderful men, and that they managed to stay together through everything. She will be comforted to know that no matter what happens, no matter her shortcomings as she tries to fill a role she never meant to leave, Sam will have Dean and Dean will have Cas.

And this time, when Cas tells her that she belongs here, she will believe him. And she will tell him that he belongs here, too.

And when Dean wakes up a few hours later and wanders in to find Mary and Cas still chatting over the table, he’ll be surprised— but pleased— to find Mary looking more at ease. He’ll be pleased when she gives him a warm hug and pats him on the cheek and tell him with all the sincerity that only a mother can muster that she’s glad that he met Castiel. And when Dean agrees, a little confused, Mary will just smile at him.

“I always said I’d like a third son.” She says, “so give him a reason to take our last name, won’t you?”

And Dean will splutter and turn fifteen shades of red as he steadfastly doesn’t look at Cas but mumbles something that suggests he’s not against the idea at all.

And Mary will laugh again and wink at an equally red Cas before heading towards the kitchen like “Cas said waffles are your favorite, so I hope you’re hungry!”