#maysimmons

Daisy: Tell me you love me.

Melinda: No.

Daisy: Mayyyyyy. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Melinda: *Rolled her eyes and quietly said* I love you.

Daisy: *BEAMING*

Fitzsimmons: Mayyyyy. 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Melinda: . . . I love you too.

Fitzsimmons: *BEAMING x2*

Phil: Melindaaaaaa 😍😍😍😍

Melinda: . . . . . . I love you all.

Phil: *BEAMING BEACON*

Team: *HUGS MELINDA* YOU ADMITTED YOU LOVE US.

Melinda: *Tried to keep a straight face but failed* I did.

“Simmons + top 5 fave interactions with characters other than Fitz or Daisy”, in no particular order because it’s hard enough to pick 5

“Turn Turn Turn” - the scene where Trip gives her the knife. An underrated little scene, but one of my favourites. I’m not really sure why. The trust that’s there? The idea that this is when Jemma is ‘certified?’ Stepping int the protector/warrior role she will carry with her? I just love it. Such a little gesture conveyed so much.

“That’s not a good enough reason!” - Coulson - YOU GO, MY BEAN. This was a great moment of strength for her, standing up to Coulson as well as getting to show off very clearly her protective side.

I also loved the Coulson&Jemma in FZZT a lot. like a LOT. though it’s more from his side so I’m not technically counting it, I loved seeing that attachment and protectiveness he has for her really shine through, from his horrified expression when he first saw the signs, to him disobeying orders to protect her, and of course “we’d hate to lose you, Jemma.”

“I’m perfectly happy to blame myself for everything, thanks,” - with May - there is SO MUCH great MaySimmons content (and I am always here for more) but this scene is one of my faves because it gets at a very particular dynamic of theirs that I see and love and that I don’t think gets explored very much. While there’s lots of MayDaisy paralleling going on I think one place those two don’t match up is in their expression; May is quite stoic, whereas Daisy tends toward the passionate. It takes Daisy a lot of discipline to contain herself, whereas Jemma’s natural tendency is not to let others know how she is feeling. May shares this, and that is what allows her to help in that moment, far more than Daisy or Fitz (who are both ‘passionate’ on that spectrum) probably could.

Abby - okay so this may technically be cheating, because the reason it means so much to me is tied to Daisy and the Skimmons situation in S2, but seriously!! the compassion and the growth Jemma showed in this interaction soothed a wound I still had from S2, as I’d been waiting for them to show us that she’d been through this journey rather than sort of just... tell us? To parallel it so clearly really emphasised this. Plus, it also gave Jemma some agency (even though she failed, but I’m hoping we see Abby again *fingers crossed*), and some lightness after being confronted with some of the worst humanity and her own friends and all the world had to offer.

May murmuring she’s just a kid in that achingly soft tone when Jemma was infected with the Chitauri virus, like she’s remembering a dusty afternoon in her cubicle reading up on this plucky, wide-eyed girl and thinking she’s just a kid and she’s accomplished so much, like she’s imagining 5 people silent in the back while the pastor says she’s just a kid and there are so many things she’ll never get to do.

Aw, yes, perfection. Ace/Aro jemma is my fav. And she was probably worried about how she was going to deal with that when/if she did meet her soulmate and then it’s May and she’s so relieved. 

canon compliant. post 4x22. Maysimmons and Maydaisy.

Happy birthday Leah. I love you so much, I can’t even find the words that could possibly explain it. I can’t imagine my life without you <3

First, they stick her in a room, sit her at a desk, and hand her a stack of paper.

“Fill it out.” The short man who never stops scratching says, as he scratches his beard.

“It shouldn’t be too hard; I hear you were quite familiar with paperwork once, Agent May.” The other man smirks-- an ugly smirk, a telling smirk-- exactly the kind of smirk May would love just to wipe off someone’s face.

An unfamiliar woman walks by, plants another stack of papers onto the desk, and leaves without speaking a word.

The two men stare at May, waiting for her to respond. The small man scratches his head now, gazing towards the floor, and the other begins to tap his foot.

“You like paperwork, don’t you, Agent May?” The other man goads.

May blinks, and then she smiles.

The tiny man stops scratching and the other man stops his feet and she watches as that unpleasant, disgusting smirk disappears right off his face.

Her smile grows just a bit bigger.

May picks up a pen, and takes the first sheet off the pile.

-

It takes her a couple of hours, but once she’s done, she sits at the desk and waits for one of them, or both of them, to show up.

The scratching man appears, and May wonders if his scratching is an anxiety tick or a medical condition. He doesn’t meet her eyes, but glances to the forms on her desk and quickly back to the ground.

“Oh… okay.” He blubbers, his hand reaching up to scratch his arm. “That… that was fast.” He hastily gathers all the papers and hugs them to his chest, still gazing down at the floor. “I’ll… um… I’ll be right back.”

He scrambles away like a mouse, and May leans back in her seat, laces her fingers together, and waits for him to come back.

-

The other one comes this time, and this time he doesn’t have a smirk but a frown. She doesn’t move as he appears by her side, and throws another stack of papers onto her desk with the flick of his hand.

“Do it again.”

May pulls the sheets closer to her, and sees that they are blank.

“Do it. Again.” The other man repeats. When she doesn’t answer to that, he huffs.

“You answered every question with the question!” His voice rises with fury, and she doesn’t have to look at him to know his hands have balled into fists.

“Is this game for you, Agent May?”

“No.”

“No, sir.” The man clenches his teeth.

May turns her head quickly, and meets his eyes.

“As you said,” May responds without raising her voice. “I like paperwork.”

“Sir.” She adds.

His eyebrows narrow, and his lips form a tight line across his mouth. “I’ll send Ethan to get them when you have completed them. Correctly.” He walks briskly away.

May picks up the pen to do the work a second time.

And this time, she writes in Mandarin.