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Hanging from the fire stairs

[AO3] {Staticquake, rated M, 2300w}

Summary: When they put an end to their fake relationship, Lincoln never expected them to jump straight into secret relationship territory.

Notes: Happy blogversary, @tomatobookworm! It is a delight to share a fandom with you. This is also a fill for my @mcukinkbingo card, square: wearing a condom.

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“...fine, I will wait on the fire stairs. But this is the only time!”

“Only time, I swear.” She promises, once again on her feet, and with all seriousness, she offers him her right pinky to close the pact.

It is cold outside after being pulled out of her couch and her arms so suddenly, but with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, Lincoln bites back a laugh when he hears Daisy opening the door to their friend.

Out of the pan and into the fire

[AO3] {Tripkaraina, rated T, 3k}

Summary: When Daniel Whitehall asks her for the Obelisk, Raina knows exactly who is going to help her get out of this tight situation. What she wasn't expecting was Agent Triplett to ask her to rescue someone else with him in return.

Notes: Happy Multiamory May! Written for @apathbacktoyou prompt: "How do you know you're right about this?". See the Masterpost for this month here. The next story goes up next Saturday!

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Trip hesitates, and Raina leans forward, eager to listen to what he is not sure he should tell her, despite her general annoyance. Fishing for leverage is something she has almost forgotten how to turn off.

because canon never gifted me with them actually slow dancing, so I wrote them slow dancing as many times as I could make plausible :p it was a journey but we got there in the end. I hope you enjoy!

Summary:

"Their first dance is at the Academy.

It’s not really dancing, per se. It could be dancing, it should be dancing, but what they are doing is most definitely not. Jemma is rigid, attempting to execute the steps as though they were the steps of a mathematical equation and not a waltz. Fitz is loose-limbed, gangly, and his attempts to pass his partner forward in the progressives look more as though he is attempting to send her into orbit."

Six times that Fitzsimmons try to slow dance, and the one time that they manage to get it right.

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or read a little bit below!

And all I really want is deliverance

[AO3] {Biohunter, rated M, 1.8k}

Summary: After one round with Hunter, Jemma still can not sleep. He might be able to help with that.

Notes: Happy birthday to the amazing @libbyweasley!

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So far he has been marvelous at playing precisely the role she needed him to play: a feverish last hurray to life at sea level when they met, a torch of fervent light against her looming paranoia this time around. She presses two fingers against a sore spot on her collarbone where he bit her earlier, using the faint pain to center herself, and gives him a playful bite on the wrist of the hand he placed near her head.

we only see each other at weddings & funerals

On the twelfth hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.

Sir Nicholas Fury, eccentric billionaire and retired Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., resolved to locate and adopt as many children as possible.

He got seven of them.

An absolutely shameless AU of the S.H.I.E.L.D. ladies as The Umbrella Academy for @aosficnet2 ‘s AoS AU August Day 30: Your Favourite TV Show.

Melinda & Andrew | The Time Traveler’s Wife

“I wouldn’t change a thing. You’re still the center of the best moments of my life.”

The extraordinary love story of Melinda May and Andrew Garner, who met when she was six and he forty-nine, and got married when she was thirty and he twenty-nine.

When Dr. Andrew Garner opens Jiaying Johnson’s ledger and undergoes Terrigenesis, he unlocks the Inhuman ability to travel through time. Though his gift is beyond his control, he often finds himself pulled towards significant moments in the past and occasionally the future, with one constant presence in his life — his wife, Melinda.

you’re only young once, my loved one 

Whatever reaction Jemma was expecting, it certainly wasn't the look of confusion on her daughter's face. "Mama," Alya says slowly. "Who's May?"

"Oh!" exclaims Jemma. "Melinda — your Auntie Minda."

"Why do you call her May and not M'inda?"

In which kids ask the darndest things, like why Alya's mother has a different name for her favorite aunt. Canon-compliant, post-series finale.

I've read a lot of people found it weird that Jemma called May by her last name in the finale flashforward, but I thought it was lovely and said a lot about how much closer they've gotten ever since.

Here's a little headcanon (fix-it?) about how it may have developed since the show decided to just skip all that... and naturally, I couldn't resist making little parallels. ;)

A coffeeshop Philindaisy au!

“Daisy, baby, stop please,” Melinda called out as her five-year-old daughter started skipping ahead on the sidewalk, halting with a pout right before a stoplight. 

“Don’t cross the street without me, alright?” Melinda chastised. Daisy frowned and started bouncing in place, waiting impatiently for her mother to catch up so they could cross. “But you’re so slow,” she complained, dragging out the word dramatically.

Melinda chuckled and took her daughter’s hand before allowing Daisy to drag her across the street. “Wow, you really want that hot chocolate, don’t you.”

“You promised, Mommy!” Daisy exclaimed. “‘Cos I was good at the lib-ary.”

“Library, honey.”

“Lib-ary.”

Melinda sighed and smiled at her daughter swinging their arms back and forth. Once they reached the sidewalk, she let go of her mother’s hand and started skipping ahead.

“Baby, hold on. You passed the cafe.”

Daisy frowned and whirled around as Melinda checked with Google Maps to make sure she was in the right place before stopping in front of a cozy cafe. “In here,” Melinda prompted, holding the glass door open for her daughter and following her inside.

Lined with vines and string lights, the atmosphere of the cafe was cozy and warm, with a smell of coffee and citrus filling the air. Seeing no line, Daisy bounded up to the front counter, pouting when she was too short to see over it. She reached her tiny hands up and tapped them on the top of the counter impatiently.

A man in a black apron and wire-rimmed glasses came out from the back area wiping his hands on a towel, grinning as he saw little fingers trailing the edge of the marble. “Hello, little one,” he said kindly, leaning on the counter and then looking up to Melinda. “Welcome to Bright Bites. I’m Phil; I’ll be helping you today. What’s her name?”

Melinda felt her breath catch as she met the bright blue eyes, but quickly covered it up with a light cough before smiling brightly. “Hello. Her name’s Daisy. I’m Melinda,” she supplied, before realizing that he’d only asked for her daughter’s name. She quickly covered up her words by asking, “You’re the manager?”

“Owner, actually,” he answered brightly. “I gave the kids that work here the day off; they could use it. Finals week for universities, you know.” Melinda sighed internally. She hoped she hadn’t offended him by assuming he wasn’t the owner. She probably hadn’t, but still. “What would you like?”

“A hot chocolate, please,” Daisy piped up, standing on her tippy toes so that her eyes were peeking up at Phil. She smiled happily. “You’re pretty.” 

Phil chuckled as he started making Daisy her hot chocolate. “Thank you very much,” he answered, visibly amused. 

Melinda had to agree with her daughter’s blunt and unfiltered compliment. In truth, he was pretty. He had blue eyes that sparkled and a smile that lit up the room- Damn, she was getting sappy, and she didn’t like it. She hadn’t been cheesy about a man like this in years. She must’ve been getting old and soft.

“And for you?”

Melinda shook her head. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“She don’t drink coffee!” Daisy confirmed.

“We have tea,” he suggested, and his smile was so earnest that she returned it and shrugged. “Sure, thanks.”

“Let me guess… you’d like a hibiscus tea?” he asked, filling up a mug with hot chocolate.

“Yes, please,” she answered, a little surprised that he guessed her favorite tea. Daisy was too. 

“Are you a mind reader? Mommy drinks hib- hib- hibissus every day.” Daisy stumbled a little over the words before grinning widely at Phil.