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#MERRY CHRISTMAS CLAIRE!!!!!#studiocapsicum #<3 #tdbm #the doctor blake mysteries #tdbmsecretsanta2k17 #tdbmedit #lucien x jean #i hope you'll like it #this quote is beautiful and it fits them perfectly #lucien blake #jean blake #mine

49 + Philinda ♥️

(49 “Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?!”)

“Hey Mack, how’s it going?” Phil smiled at him.. “Working hard or hardly working?”

“Right. Who’s invading?” Mack reached for his shot gun axe. “Aliens, the government. Government aliens?”

“No, no, nothing like that...” Phil made a noise that could generously be called a chuckle. “You respect me right? We have a good relationship?”

“Yeah, course we do,” Mack replied. He tightened his grip on his gun.

“And if I was in trouble, you’d help me out?” Phil started to sweat a little as he was sure he heard boots in the hall.

“In a second,” Mack swore.

“Great. I appreciate that. And I really owe you one. A big one.” Phil smiled painfully as the door was kicked open.

“Who ate all the advent calendar chocolates?” Melinda asked. Her voice was doing that perfectly calm I will burn the world down thing it did sometimes that scared everyone.

Phil squeezed Mack’s arm. “Got him right here, May. He confessed and everything.” Mack found himself pushed in front of Phil. He was going to cut the other man’s hand off if he got out of here alive. “Sorry pal, you know how May feels about advent calendars. I like you too much to watch this blood bath.”

He heard Phil casually go out the other door in the room. He said a prayer to the god he long knew had abandoned him and sighed. “May, I’m real sorry, but you have like that high quality chocolate in there and just -”

Melinda held up a hand and Mack stopped talking. “Did he at least offer you a decent bribe to lie to me?”

“No ma’am, sort of just threw me to the wolves.” Mack winced. “Not that you are a wolf. I mean -”

“Been called worse Mack,” Melinda smiled a little. “He should have gone with Fitz, slightly more believable he would steal the chocolate than you.”

“I think I was just the first person he found, while running from you.” Mack looked at the feral look in May’s eyes. “You going to go easy on him?”

May almost smiled. “Of course not. He doesn’t like it when I take it easy when he’s a naughty agent.”

Mack took a step back. “Wow, that came out wrong May. It almost sounded...nothing never mind.”

Melinda went by Mack to follow Coulson’s trail. “Wanna know what his safe word is?” she asked as walked.

“Oh god, I really just want to forget the last 10 minutes happened,” Mack replied. He shuddered when May actually winked and then went to chase Phil. He guessed that answered the question aboutthe noises they had heard from May’s room the last few weeks. He needed a damn drink.

#Agents of Shield #philinda #studiocapsicum

Yooooooo can I request 29 for the lovely Lucien and Jean ♥️♥️♥️

29. Frottage/outercourse; like...........this is just smut

The decision to share a bed was a surprisingly easy one. She’d already claimed partial ownership of one side of the bed given the number of times she had barged into his room to wake him from another nightmare, to soothe his fears and brush his hair from his forehead.

The ring on her finger was just the green light to move forward. In truth, neither one wanted to be apart from the other, not when they had come so close to losing out on being together at all. The first night spent together had been awkward up until the moment they were in each other’s arms and then it was like coming home, both sighing and holding the other a little tighter.

She would never be over the sight of waking up to him in the morning: sunlight streaming in and highlighting the blonde in his hair, the sleepy way his eyes opened and immediately sought her out, the way he buried his face in her neck and inhaled, nuzzling her.

As soft and sweet as it was, it didn’t change the fact they were both very much in love and desired the other very much. It had been years for both of them and each touch felt like an electric shock. It didn’t change the fact that on more than one occasion, Lucien awoke spooned behind her, his morning erection pressed against her and shallowly rocking against her.

He’d always woken up and immediately stopped, rolling away and getting out bed and padding stiffly to the bathroom. Lucien had always come out of the bathroom, freshly showered, and pressed a kiss to her cheek, murmuring his apologies.

She didn’t know how to tell him she didn’t want him to stop.

#studiocapsicum #tdbm #jean x lucien #tdbm fic #THIS IS SMUT #IT'S JUST SMUT

13 + Philinda? ♥️♥️

(13 “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?”)

Melinda had never been into decorating for Christmas, it seemed like a lot of work for little payoffs. When she lived at home her mother always did it and it was precision to an insane degree. In university or barracks, there was always something put up in the communal area which was good enough for her. And Andrew had always done the house. And then for a few years there wasn’t really time to focus on Christmas.

But with Phil, with his dopey hopeful smile. She strung some garland and hung up stockings because it mattered to him. And what made him happy mattered to her.

But she did create a little control. She got to be in charge of the music, there was no elves, elves creeped her out. It would be tasteful with a little bit of absurd because the hula dancing Santa was pretty funny. No torture would ever get her to admit that.

Melinda unpacked the box carefully, and put them all out carefully wanting it to be perfect. She did have a fair bit of her mother in her. And there was champagne because there always was champagne when they decorated. She smiled pleased with the results.

She sipped her champagne and sat on the ground.

Phil’s unmarked grave really did look quite festive.

Melinda heard footsteps behind her and Daisy sat next to her. “You didn’t think you’d spend Christmas alone did you?” she asked.

Melinda poured her a glass of wine and turned on the hula dancing Santa and let him shake his booty on top of where Phil was buried.

“We could dig it up, I mean there is a solid 20% chance he’s faking,” Daisy offered. “Christmas grave robbing is totally on my bucket list.”

Melinda smiled and drank a bit more. She was half done the bottle on her own. “He’ll find his way back to me if he’s alive, or I’ll find my way to him, in the end. Doesn’t matter what’s buried below us.”

“Merry Christmas May,” Daisy said. She pat the ground. “You too, Phil.”

“Merry Christmas,” Melinda replied.

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Yooooooo 2 for Philinda? The sex tropes? ♥️

2. things going wrong during sex that leads to laughter

They’re drunk, the first time they go to bed.

Though drunk is too harsh a word- they’re pleasantly tipsy on their whiskey, and each other, and finally being together. Their barriers are gone, and both of them are freer then they’ve been for decades. Lighter than either of them have been in so long.

Phil loves her laugh.

The soft, warm, affectionate noise that escapes her when her hair gets caught in her shirt as he pulls it over her head- he could listen to it for hours and never tire of it. She’s still giggling when he’s finally able to toss the shirt aside, palms skimming down her bare torso, flirting with her black bra. Melinda’s fingers attack her buttons, mouth on his neck, and they stumble to the bed- Phil nearly misses, almost taking them both out, and he can’t help the low chuckle that escapes him.

Melinda kisses him a little harder, grinning against his mouth, and Phil likes the bite she gives when he’s finally shirtless.

It’s not a picture-perfect first time. They’re clumsy and stiff from drinking and a long day- Melinda’s injured knee locks up and Phil has to take his fake hand off. There’s a moment of awkwardness when they fight for who’s on top, that leads to both of them dissolving into laughter and collapsing into a naked heap on top of the covers.

“I love you,” Phil murmurs, breathless, rushing Melinda’s hair out of her face as she looks down at him; her face softens, and she leans forward, kissing him deeply as she smiled against his mouth.

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44 or 36 with Philinda? ♥️

44. one of them being diagnosed with a terminal illness au

They’ve been retired for a few years when she starts to notice something’s wrong.

It’s little things, at first. Taking longer than usual to remember where something is in the pantry; turning the wrong way to get to Daisy’s; forgetting the proper word for something. Melinda brushes it away- they were getting older. It was natural.

She’s able to tell herself that up until the day she comes home to find Phil looking for his keys- only to find them in the fridge, beside his phone. Abruptly, she feels her world begin to crash down around her ears.

It’s a cruel trick of fate- for them to survive so much, for so long, and then to give Phil this kind of a death sentence. One where he’ll slowly forget the faces of the people he loves most, until he won’t even remember her.

“I don’t want to forget,” he confesses, late one night as they lay curled in bed. He tangles his fingers in her hair, grounding himself, and she shuffles closer, nose pressed to his collarbone. She feels hollow-out; aching. “This is all I’ve ever wanted, for so long. I don’t want to lose it.”

“You won’t. I’m here. I’m not leaving,” Melinda whispers the assurances into his skin, brushing her fingers in time with her words, sealing them with kisses. “Every time you forget, I’ll remind you. I promise.”

Phil doesn’t tell her it’s an empty promise- for all the technology and science and magic they saw every day, they couldn’t stop this. Once upon a time she’d been tasked with watching him for signs of mental deterioration, and the irony of the words now sink like lead in her stomach.