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“Meghan should be applauded for not bringing Archie overseas especially with fear about the corona virus...if she had the same people would be like "what type of mother would fly her child in the middle of a global pandemic?!"” - Submitted by whistlingwindtree

Lucifer would never admit to it, but family nights, when he, Chloe, Trixie, and whoever else might be there, are the best. He gets to relax, help cook (as much as Chloe lets him), and hang out with people that want to be with him because he’s him, not because of what he can give them. He’ll sit through endless Princess movies and play thirty rounds of Candy Land if it makes those he cares about happy. Though he’ll use that as an excuse to ask Chloe for favors int he bedroom later. (She knows he does this and always laughs to herself). 

Chloe is always glad to have him there when he’s not trying to be the big bad and is just her Lucifer. She loves every eye roll and complaint about the chips not being salty enough or the beer cold enough. She knows that underneath that he’s adoring every moment. 

It’s when the house feels the most like home. 

Thank you for the ask! 

13. call me

She’s having a crap day.

There had been no green tea bags left in the kitchen, she’d stained her favorite tank top, and it had been nearly two weeks since Phil had left on a mission and she’d seen him in person. She’d gotten used to his presence in bed, and now the sheets were too cold, the space too big without him there beside her; she finds herself tired and irritable by Valentine’s Day morning, which was Phil’s expected return day.

She’s already snapped at both Daisy and Elena, Mack is avoiding her like the plague after she death glares him over the last everything bagel at the staff meeting he holds, and both Fitz and Simmons look terrified that she’ll actually take them up on their offer to join them for lunch. Melinda can feel the tension in her shoulders, so tight it could shatter, and is halfway to the gym when a voice stops her in her tracks.

“You know, I told you to call me if you missed me,” there’s amusement in his tone, and she tries to school her expression, but she can’t help the way her lips twitch.

“You’re back early,” she manages to reply lightly, and Phil pushes himself off the wall he’s leaning on, hands shoved in his pockets and warmth around his eyes as they slide up and down her, taking her in.

“Heard you were close to taking someone’s head off. All that sexual frustration getting to you, babe?” he teases, leaning in close when he reaches her side, breath warm as his lips touch the hollow of her throat after a moment of heady teasing. Melinda holds her breath, fighting the urge to lift her hands to cup the back of his head as he pulls back slightly and straightens up, their gazes level.

“I may have missed you,” she admits, voice soft, and affection floods the blue eyes locked with hers as one of his hands comes up to brush the hair from her forehead. “I’m glad you’re back.”

All That for a Lacy Card

“Stop right there,” Daisy said. She put one hand on her taser, even though she did, in fact, have a gun. “And come out where I can see you.”

The guy slowly held up both hands, then realized she wasn’t drawing a weapon on him. Daisy wasn’t stupid and her boss, Phil Coulson, had told her many times not to draw unless she was intending to fire on someone. Tasering wasn’t even a hundred percent safe. Not that she really wanted to get into a tussle with anyone who was going to break into Hydra. She hadn’t really believed how evil a company could be until she started working with Hydra.

Robbie Reyes took a step out into the light.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Daisy said. “What the hell are you doing here, they fired your ass last week.”

“Yeah, about that,” Robbie said. “I might have left something in my desk and-- look, can we just go up there and get it?”

Daisy sighed. “I’ve been hearing rumors, Reyes, what happened?” She did take her hand off the tazer, though, and jerked her chin toward the elevator bank. Hydra’s stooges didn’t need to know and it was the least she could do. Daisy didn’t work for Hydra, she worked for SHIELD, which was the contract security company that guarded Hydra’s assets.

“I asked too many questions,” Reyes said. “I was already looking for new work, got it, too, with Rider’s Delivery.”

“You’re a courier driver now?”

“Yeah, it’s a nice change of pace. More friendly co-workers and less morally ethical business dealings. But I did want a few things out of my desk and I wasn’t given a chance to clear it out before I was escorted out.”

“Hydra yells, we jump,” Daisy said. “Mack told me about it.”

“He was at least nice about it,” Robbie said. 

Daisy card-keyed them up through the elevator and onto the cubical floor. She knew where Reyes’ desk was; Robbie was nice to look at. She even had the camera set up so she could watch him work when she was in the fishbowl. Unfortunately, her shift had started right after Robbie was escorted out. So she hadn’t gotten to say goodbye.

Robbie grinned at her, then started going through his desk. 

“You left your desk a mess,” Daisy teased him. She flipped through the stack of papers that were shoved in his inbox. 

“No, I didn’t,” Robbie said. He reached under the bottom drawer and pulled something out-- “someone else was looking for this.”

“What’s that?”

“Evidence,” Robbie said. “You might want to look for new work, yourself. Hydra may not be in business much longer.” He pocketed a thumb drive.

“Huh,” she said, taking out a red envelope from the stack. “You left your Valentine here, too.”

“That’s not mine, that’s for you. And the box of candy in the second drawer,” Robbie said. “I didn’t get the chance to give it to you.”

Daisy couldn’t help but smile. “That’s sweet. I’m going to lose my job because I let you in here, and you’re giving me a Be Mine card?”

“I like you.”

“I like you, too. Um, hey, as long as we’re sinking the ship-- you know I keep the camera focused here, right? We might be able to find out who was poking in your desk.”

Robbie raised an eyebrow. “All that for a lacy card and some cheap chocolates?”

“All that, and a date, too. Dinner? My treat?”

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It was a rare thing, watching Robbie sleep.

Between his night job - getting home around 1 am - and his day job - getting up at 6 am - Daisy very rarely saw him sleeping, if ever. So when she came back super late from a SHIELD misson, she paused a moment while getting ready for bed and just watched him.

Robbie was sleeping on his stomach, face smushed into pillows. He looked completely at ease, which she didn’t see from him often.

Leaning over the bed, she carded her fingers through his hair. “I wish you could see yourself sleeping, you look so relaxed.” She whispered. Not that he looked uncomfortable while he was awake, but it was easy to see he was stressed.

For: @whistlingwindtree​ Prompt: We’re in rival booths at the farmer’s market and you keep marking down your brussels sprouts, so of course, I have to mark mine down to keep up.

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“Seriously?” Daisy grumbled under her breath as she watched that bastard Robbie Reyes mark down his sprouts again.  He couldn’t be making a very high profit on them. And they were in high demand for once.  People loved all the recipes Daisy had been sharing on her twitter that week. She’d seen an almost seventy-five-percent increase in sales that weekend.

She grabbed the chalk sign in front of hers, marking them down to keep up with Reyes.

He shot her a look. A raised eyebrow look as he sauntered over.

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she looked down, scrambling for something to make her look busy so she wouldn’t embarrass herself talking to the man she found incredibly annoying and equally attractive.

“I noticed you keep marking down your brussels sprouts,” he said, skipping any formal greeting and going straight for the heart of the matter.

“Because you are,” she countered, folding her arms.

“I’m only doing it because you are.”

“Bull. You did it first.”

His smirk was infuriating. Because it made her want to either slap him or kiss him, and she wasn’t sure which would have been more satisfying. “Okay, so maybe I did. But the truth of it is, neither of us is going to make any money if this keeps happening. So why don’t we just…” he shrugged. “Why don’t you take mine and sell the rest of them?”

“What?” she blinked in confusion a couple of times.

“Why don’t you take mine? Just give me whatever you think is fair for them at the end of the day, and tomorrow we can start fresh. Agree not to undercut each other. Sound fair?” He extended his hand.

“Okay. Yeah…” Daisy nodded, reaching out to take his hand.  She shook it up and down and released him.

“Good,” he took a few steps back, making to go back to his stall, but he stopped and turned back. “I tried those bacon sprouts of yours. They were delicious. Couldn’t get enough.”

There was that smirk again. Slightly less infuriating this time. But only slightly.

“You tried my recipe?” she asked.

“I did. You should write a cookbook or something. The last few recipes you shared were amazing.”