#teacupandhellbeast

[rowenasamuel]

A6 and/or B9 <3

A6: philinda + road trip au

He’s still not quite used to the weight of a ring constantly on his left hand; catching himself being distracted by the glint of sunlight reflecting off the gold, the still new-weight noticeable when he went to sign a receipt or an authorization form.

Now, driving, he can’t help but admit how much he likes the feeling of both of his brand-new wife’s rings pressing into his palm, hands entwined over the stick shift, millions of miles of road stretched out in front of them. Melinda’s hair streamed out behind her, Lola 2.0’s top down- the car had been his one and only extravagant purchase in the wake of their marriage, and Melinda had allowed it with an amused smile. The ring he’d spent nearly three months picking out had cost nearly twice as much, though he’d never tell her that.

They’d decided to make their honeymoon a road trip- see some of the US they hadn’t been sent to missions in, and take the time to be normal, if just for a few weeks. Bobbi and Daisy would keep SHIELD running, and he knew they’d left it in good hands.

With nothing but Melinda and finding a decent motel each night, Phil found himself more relaxed than he had been in months. The wedding planning had gone from a small, simple affair to Daisy taking over the plans and taking it upon herself to invite the Avengers as a way to bridge the gap that had come to be when SHIELD had come from the ashes following Daisy’s run from SHIELD as Quake.

“You’re thinking again,” Melinda said, dragging him from his thoughts as she slid closer on the open front seat until she could rest her chin on his shoulder. Her fingers laced further through his until she could stroke the back of his hand with her fingertips. “What was our one rule?”

“Don’t think about anything unless it’s sex or food,” he intones back, amusement in his voice, and he could feel her smile against his neck, lips puckering into a soft kiss just above his collarbone. “Speaking of, you hungry?”

“Yes, but not for food,” Melinda murmured, lips trailing up his neck, tongue darting out over his pulse point, and he swallowed, shifting in his seat and adjusting his hands on the steering wheel. He could feel her grin against his skin as her hand slid around to play with the buttons of his jeans, lips mouthing over his jaw, and he cleared his throat, relief filling him at the sign for a motel at the next turn off.

“Feel like stopping early today?” he asked, voice hoarse, and he felt Melinda shiver against him before she nodded, hand slipping up his chest to smooth out his shirt.

“You read my mind.”

[jessiesdrew-archive]

Title: just like the ones i used to know Author: agentshuntingbird Pairing: Lance/Bobbi; implied Lincoln/Daisy Fandom: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. with mentions of Clint Barton Rating: K+ Summary: for the @maosholidayexchange; i got @teacupandhellbeast and i wanted to give the lovely taylor some christmas fluff.

If there was one thing that Lance Hunter hated with a fiery passion it was Christmas. He didn’t understand what people even saw in it really. What was so great about cheerful songs that told nothing but lies? And decorating a dead, or completely fake, tree with baubles that would break the moment any hit the floor? And what was the point of the garland? Or, even worse, tinsel? All it did was drop pieces all over the floor and get stuck on the needles. Completely pointless, at least as far as Hunter was concerned.

But each year of their marriage, without fail, he would oblige Bobbi and her insane love for Christmas. She would all but dance around their house singing Christmas songs, and poorly at that. The real kicker of it though was her horrid tree topper. Lance was pretty sure that most normal, non-hellbeasts topped their tree with a star or an angel. But, of course, he had fall in love with someone who insisted on putting a Yoda on top of the poor tree.

Hunter was determined to make this Christmas different though. Their relationship was different (he was 93% positive that there were no major secrets between them) and that meant he could try to start new traditions. So with the help Daisy and Lincoln, or as Lance liked to call him, Static Boy, the out-of-place Brit found himself at a tree farm, staring a farmer (how the man was a farmer of trees was beyond Hunter) as the jolly, short man tried to explain the different types of trees for sale.

“I bloody don’t care what the difference between a Balsam Fir, a White Pine, or a Norway Spruce is! I want a tree that smells like Christmas and will fit on the car! And if you don’t just tell me what I want to know I’ll put you in the boot and we’ll just see how it goes from there!” He wasn’t good in stressful situations, at least not when he was trying to surprise Bobbi.

Daisy gently pushed him back, taking a step closer to the farmer. “He’ll take a Douglas Fir about six feet high,” she paused only to glance at Hunter, who was now beginning to make a rut in the snow. “And the quicker the better.”

A slow car ride and a bit of cursing later, Lance found himself staring at a tree that was taking up at least a third of his room and still needed to be decorated. One more ‘bloody hell’ and prodding Lincoln to test the lights for him before he tried to convince Daisy that her powers would make it so easy for her to put the ornaments on; inhuman powers were supposed to be helpful, right?

When all was said and done, Hunter was fairly proud of his tree. In fact, he would even say it was the best Christmas tree of all time. But he would need Bobbi to confirm that for him. So he sent her a quick text, asking her to stop by because he had something to show her.

After clarifying for her that he wasn’t trying to convince her to go around in the sack with him, she agreed. It took too long for Lance’s liking, but she was busy in the medical lab or something; he didn’t understand all the sciencey stuff, so he tended not to fully listen.

But when she finally got there all of his effort seemed worth it. She was left speechless, actual tears forming in her eyes.

“I know how much Christmas means to you, Bob. I can’t make it snow in here and that Daisy was no help because she looked at me like I was crazy when I asked if she had an inhuman on her payroll that could.” He shook his head. “But, uh, I left one thing for you to do…”

He motioned to a box on the foot of the bed with a tiny green lightsaber sticking out of it slightly.

“I thought I lost that in the move…” She took a step closer, unpacking the tree topper completely.

Lance nodded, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared down at his feet. “I was mad. I was really mad about you and Barton and, yeah yeah yeah, I know there was nothing going on, but I convinced myself there was. And it was nearly Christmas, Bob, and you were just packing up like I was nothing. So I took it and I hid it. Truly, I think I meant to burn it or something, but I never could. I would see it and I would think of you and your little smile as you sung along with those stupid songs and I would find myself with a grin on my face.”

He was about to continue to try to explain his actions when Bobbi leaned up and cut him off with a kiss. “That’s then and this now,” she whispered out when she finally pulled away. She took Yoda out of the box. “So how about we put this guy up on top together?” And that was exactly want they did, although Lance found himself complaining about how she had an advantage when it came to height and being able to get the topper on straight.

When all was said and done, he didn’t care. He didn’t care about any of it really, at least not the effort that he had put into it. All he cared about was the fact that he had Bobbi wrapped up in his arms as she hummed along to White Christmas on the radio. Maybe Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.