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[thelancehunter]

[thelancehunter]

ok lance hunter + making bobbi food because heLLO MASTERCHEF WINNER FIVE TIMES IN A ROW

LBR HE’D GET SO LIKE BOB NO YOU DON’T DO THAT AND SHE JUST THROWS THE FACT THAT HE WON FIVE TIMES IN A ROW ON ACCIDENT IN HIS FACE.

"BOB NO THATS NOT HOW YOU DO THAT."

"HUNTER YOU KEPT WINNING ON ACCIDENT."

"YES BUT I WON FIVE TIMES MORE ON ACCIDENT THEN YOU DID SO I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING."

And Ward is just lurking in the shadows making sure Hunter never touches the waffle maker.

Bobbi probably eventually gets fed up with his I won masterchef thing and leaves him to cook.

[agents-of-frickle-frackle]

skye/grant douglas; waffles!!

ikea crackfic reference ahead

An excited smile spreading over his face, Grant turned his phone to the person sitting on the couch beside him and blurted out, “Skye, look at this waffle make-“

"I swear, Ward,” Skye interrupted, not taking her eyes off of her computer screen, “If i hear one more word about how Hunter ruined the waffle maker, I am going to explode.”

"…but…wait, no…see, this one makes waffles shaped like puppies!"

[thelancehunter]

Uptown Funk

Gotta kiss myself I'm so pretty

[shionnes-imeris]

i'll never stop wanting to.

second part of the in the air series. also a birthday fic for the actual queen of huntingbird - rach, an actual scottish elf among us!

part i: as if i forced you to follow me anywhere. (fitzsimmons)

this part: lance hunter, bobbi morse and one - not that he'd ever admit it- worried phone call.

Lance stares at the burner phone he holds in his hands and, under his breath recites the number he now reluctantly knows off by heart. The one Bobbi gave him the last time they saw each other - 'just in case'.

He wonders what counts as 'just in case'. In case he ever needed back-up in whatever job he was doing? In case something was to happen to one of their friends?

He doubts that idle chit-chat about their feelings, or that stupid, drunk voicemail he once left her counts.

What about an alien invasion, that he's 99.9% the organisation she works for, was involved in? Was that a good enough reason to call his ex-wife?

He's scanned the news articles and can spot the tell-tale signs of SHIELD. Bobbi was a good spy; he knew one of their best, but even she – or even Izzy, after a particularly ridiculous mission – couldn't resist spilling some of the things SHIELD had been behind.

Crumbs of information, sure – like he said, his ex-wife was one of the best and secrets were the number one driving force behind the end of their marriage – but enough that he can tell that New York was one such event.

But on this scale it's left him distracted.

It's captured the imagination of the world too. Traces of it are everywhere you go – even the most remote places he's found himself on various jobs since it happened. People – ordinary people on the street, people who don't have super spy ex-wives, know that the world isn't the same – that the world can't ever be the same again.

At first he'd tried to let it go. He'd tell himself constantly that Bobbi was fine because when wasn't she? Izzy or Mack would have let him know if anything had happened to her in the chaos anyway, but still-

Looking back at the phone he lets his fingers trace over the numbers. It would be so easy. And hearing her voice would get rid of the knot that was tying itself over and over again in the pit of his stomach.

It would be beneficial, he tells himself, trying to be as detached from the idea as he possibly can. He can't go into his line of work – where distractions could be the thin line between jail or freedom – or even life or death – without knowing.

If he tells himself that, that it's more for him than knowing about Bobbi's well-being (a lie), then it's easier to dial the number. He doesn't hang up this time either.

"Hello."

How long has it been since they last saw one another? Since he last heard her voice?

Two years? Three? (Not that he cares, not that he keeps count).

Is it just the time apart - now that it's so much more apparent - that threatens to knock him to his back.

"Hello?" she repeats.

He realises he should really say something now.

"Bob, it's-it's-"

"Hunter," she finishes. She sounds fairly casual; not as pissed as he expected and not as happy as he secretly hoped she might be.

That was a stupid hope anyway.

"Y-Yeah," he confirms, and cringes at the nervousness in his voice. What was he? A twelve year old with his first crush?

He can imagine she's rolling her eyes over the line.

"What do you want?" she asks. And again, she sounds so calm.

What does he want? He could hang up now; he's heard her voice, he has the confirmation she's alive and that was all he wanted (needed) to know.

He hates awkward small talk. She does too.

Her breathing is steady over the phone and briefly he wonders why she doesn't hang up.

"I heard about New York and I just thought," he fidgets, his hand scratching the back of his neck, trying to find the words, "I would see how you were."

She's silent for a while. Such a long time, in fact, that he wonders if she has decided to hang up on him after all.

"Bob," he says quietly, to see if she's still there.

A small intake of a breath is the reply. "Yeah, Hunter, I'm fine."

He doesn't note how her breath kind of hitches, or how she stuttered a little over her words. He's almost sure he was imagining it anyway because Bobbi would never let him hear that, would she?

For such a small moment, he reflects that this is the most peaceful conversation he's had in months. His heart aches with the simplicity of it all and the memories of the life they had together.

The most indistinct of times; when she'd trudge home after an assignment he could tell was particularly grueling but was classified. In those times he hadn't cared – secrets had just been secrets and they were nothing to be upset about, because he could tell she was tired and she was injured, but she was alive and he had spent too many nights wondering if the phone would ring with terrible news.

In the end the fact that she was alive was all that really mattered.

"I have to go."

He's brought back by her voice, back to the present and where they are now as opposed to where they had been two years and nine months ago (he does know, he does care to keep count).

"Yeah," is all he can really say in reply, because, truthfully, he's still more than a little floored by how it's all come back.

"Thanks for calling, Hunter," she says, softly. "Remember, don't-"

"Die out there," he finishes.

"Something like that."

She sounds amused, or at least he thinks she does.

He lets her hang up first, and once he hears the beep, he stands from the couch. It takes a moment before he realises he's smiling. It's small and so he tries to tell himself it's nothing, as thoughts take him back to their ritual.

'Don't die out there' was as casual between a mercenary and a super spy as 'I love you' was between other couples.

A (foolish, so, so stupid) part of him hopes she's smiling on her end too.

(She is).

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[karlachcliffgates]

top five fics you read in 2015!!

ooh this is such a good one, thank you!!

raise up to your ability by jemmmasimmmons (agents of shield). i don’t even have the words to pick our every single perfect element of this fic, but i think juliana knows specifically why i loved this fic so much

the whole young blood series (orange is the new black). i refuse to pick one of these, (though if pressed i’d probably pick the first instalment) they’re actually probably some of the best fics i’ve read ever, perfect characterisations, perfect everything. 

let’s make a harmony and life will sing by awkwardspiritanimals (agents of shield) another of my favourite fics of all time. i was literally blown away by zoe’s characterisations and the whole feeling of the fic was so perfect. 

like you, like me, like everybody else by jemmmasimmmons (agents of shield). actual perfect characterisations for a perfect (and under-appreciated) ship written perfectly by the perfect juliana. 

bad blood by leopoldfitz (agents of shield). there’s only a very limited way to make the whole concept of serial killers!fitzsimmons work and shruti really does

ask me my top anything of 2014?

[kunikidazai]

leospoldfitz replied to your post:holy shit can you fucking imagine getting a...

that is so terrible oh my god oh no

it's so bad too because they were the kids who applied early decision like they wanted to go there SO BAD IT WAS THEIR FIRST CHOICE SCHOOL

and they get this horrible news