#couldn't pry her off me with a spatula

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Food For The Soul

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Warnings: Tcest (you have been warned!), Tcest x Character, The Bale AU, Fluffy Goodness, Polyamory.

Tcestween Prompt: Food

Pairings: Mikey x The Bale

If there was anything that Mikey enjoyed more than eating food it was making food, especially for his loved ones. It was a sort of love language for him. He adored making foods for people that held special places in his heart, keeping them well fed with good, home-cooked food that he made. Scratched the turtle instincts just right.

And that's exactly what he was doing right now. Waking up early and cooking food for his bale. Mikey didn't used to be such an early riser but as years got on he found himself enjoying the quiet of the mornings more and more, his only company being the sizzling of whatever food he was cooking and the soft lofi beats that gently played through his bluetooth speaker.

This morning he was making scrambled eggs, bacon, pancakes, fresh fruit salad, and fresh morning batches of tea and coffee. The spatula scraped against the pan as he made the large batch of scrambled eggs, throwing in different kinds of cheeses and spices. The bacon sizzled until it was perfect and crispy before he gently dished it up on the paper towel clad plate. Regular and chocolate chip pancakes were made and set on a platter. The sound of his cutting knife on the board as he made the fruit salad filled the air next as he tossed watermelon, strawberries, kiwi, banana, and blackberries together.

Everybody would be waking up soon, time to make beverages. Raph liked green tea with honey, Donnie would want his expensive coffee with french vanilla creamer and whipped cream, Leo would want his caramel latte with double espresso, Casey simply enjoyed cheap black coffee, and April would take a shot of espresso and a glass of orange juice.

Speaking of April... He could hear her pad in with Raph as he made his own oolong tea. "Morning, my loves." Mikey said cheerily and he was rewarded with a soft good morning from April and a kiss from Raph. Mikey handed them their drinks, Raph sipping his tea with an approving hum before he loaded his plate with pancakes and bacon.

Mikey giggled as April downed her espresso shot with a scrunch of her nose before chasing it down with a gulp of orange juice before snagging some scrambled eggs, bacon, and fruit. "Thanks so much, baby." She said sleepily, kissing his cheek.

Shuffling could be heard before Leo and Casey were seen, talking softly to each other as they got food and their drinks. "This looks so good." Casey said, digging into his food. "Smells just as good." Leo mumbled, popping some bacon and fruit in his mouth.

"Where's Donnie?" Mikey questioned and Leo looked up and blinked. "Asleep in his lab, I think. He was up pretty late." Leo said and Mikey sighed, making his way up to Donnie's lab to drag the purple banded terrapin down for breakfast.

"Donnie?" Mikey called out, walking into the lab until he found his mate. He could help but chuckle softly as he found his older brother hunched over and asleep on his lap table. Gentle fingers reached up to pry his battle shell off, tracing his sensitive shell and messaging it gently, causing him to stir.

"Morning, dearest." Donnie groaned out and Mikey bent to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Morning, babes. I made breakfast. Lets get some food and coffee in you." He said softly. Donnie groaned softly and stretched before standing up, allowing Mikey to drag him to the kitchen.

"He lives!" Leo said as Donnie sat at the table, earning a snap from Donnie before he nuzzled into his twin, earning him a kiss. Mikey piled up Donnie's plate before handing his food and coffee to him. "Here you go, baby." Mikey said softly before getting up to get his own food and drink.

As the bale sat around the table, waking up and murmuring softly to each other, Mikey couldn't help but feel his heart warm. Everybody ate and drank, scrapping their plates clean and slurping down the last of their drinks, thanking Mikey before loading their dishes in the dishwasher.

As they walked away with bellies full of good food, Mikey couldn't help but sigh lovingly. What a good morning it was today...

Mikey is such a little chef so I found it only fitting that I would center this prompt around Mikey. Ik it's kind of bad but I still think it's uber cute.

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CONTRARY - FINN SHELBY X READER; PART 25

PUBLISHED: 16/06/2022

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Part 1

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READER'S POV

I walked around a furniture in London, hand in hand with Finn. We had come up for the day to buy new furniture, and then, tonight, we'd be going to the fair tonight. I felt giddy just thinking about it.

We had a shop attendant escorting us around, explaining each piece of furniture. Finn had arranged it, as well as arranging for delivery and assembly of our new furniture.

We had already gotten a full body mirror to place at the end of the hallway in our apartment, which was fun.

"What if we got Chesterfields?" Finn mused as we slowed down in front of them.

I scrunched my nose up. No wonder he wanted Lizzie to come with him to get the beds. He obviously didn't know how to decorate, or what was good or not.

"Finn, we are not getting leather sofas. If we fall asleep on there for a nap the other will have to pry us off with a spatula." I replied, making him snort.

I heard the shop attendant chuckle but cover it with a cough.

"We'll what if we got a Chesterfield knockoff that had proper upholstery then?" Finn asked, and I shook my head.

"The buttons will fall off at some point and I don't want to spend the rest of my life sticking them back on." I reasoned, making him sigh, but nod.

We walked down further, and I spotted the perfect couch.

"Finn, come sit your arse on this," I commanded, walking over to it and flopping down onto it.

I sighed and laid back on it. It was quite comfy. It'd be nice to nap on, and to top it all off, it was the same colour as the cat so the cat hair wouldn't show up much.

Finn came and sat on it, then laid back next to me, "Fucking hell. I didn't know they made couches like this. It's like sitting and laying on a cloud."

"We're getting two!" I decided as I sat up, and he gave a thumbs up, still laying down.

"It's a four seater," The attendant explained, making me nod, "And it's modular, meaning you can move the chaise and split the couch in half as you pleased. The corner on the side Mr. Shelby is laid on splits off."

(Obviously a more modern couch shhhh)

"That's the lounge settled, then." I stated, and Finn hummed in agreement as he sat back up.

"We have armchairs by the same people, same colour if you'd like to see those," The attendant added, and I looked at Finn, who raised an eyebrow.

My call. I looked back at the attendant, and nodded.

"Yes, we'd like that," I replied, and he gave a quick smile and lead us towards the armchairs, showing us the armchairs he described earlier.

"We'll take two of those," Finn told the attendant, coming up and wrapping an arm around my waist.

I leaned into his embrace without even thinking about it.

"Good choice, Mr. Shelby! You head to the register and I'll attend to you just after I speak to our delivery men," The shop attendant excused himself, then walked off.

We headed back to the front of the shop, waiting around the register.

Finn stood behind me and wrapped both of his arms around my waist, and I almost immediately leaned back into his embrace.

"You excited for tonight?" Finn questioned, and I could hear the nervous tone in his voice.

"Absolutely," I replied, a soft smile finding its way onto my face.

I felt him sigh in relief, making me grin. The attendant came back, and Finn stepped away from me, making me feel slightly disappointed at the lack of contact. I reached out and slipped my hand into his, and he quickly squeezed my hand three times. That was new.

As Finn started talking to the attendant, I raised my wrist to look at my watch and spotted a blue ribbon.

Saoirse. I had promised to get her something from Harrods, since she couldn't come with us. Finn squeezed my waist, making me look up at him.

"We're done here." He informed me, leading me out to the car.

"We've got to go to Harrods. I need to buy Saoirse a doll." I reminded Finn, and he nodded.

"I remember, she needed a new one because Karl broke hers." Finn replied as we got into the car, making me grin.

Saoirse had come visited Finn and I, sleeping over whilst Dad took Polly away from camp for the night. We had taken her, and Karl, who had come out for the weekend to visit his favourite uncle (Finn), to the park. We were stood in a bunch kicking a soccer ball to each other. Karl kicked it wrong, resulting in the ball hitting Saoirse's porcelain doll that Bonnie had bought her and knocking it off the bench we had sat our stuff on, the poor doll shattering on the concrete.

I had to sit on top of Saoirse so she didn't strangle Karl. It wasn't one of her finest moments.

"Oh! Finn, can we buy clothes here too? I want to match when we go out tonight." I said, removing the blue ribbon from my wrist as he drove.

"Isn't that tacky?" Finn replied, making me gasp.

"No!" I snapped, then calmed myself, "If we did his and hers versions it could be cute."

Finn hummed in agreement, and I started fiddling with the hem of my skirt as we drove along, looking out of the window at the scenery.

•••

I stood in front of the full body mirror, checking my outfit as Finn got ready in the bathroom. We had decided to wear blue jeans, and white T-shirts, along with a pair of black tennis shoes. We would also have to take coats, as it would get colder as the night went on. I had my favourite yellow sweater wrapped around my waist.

I had braided the top half of my hair into twin braids, pulling them back into a bun, and left the bottom half out. I looked at how my new earrings shone under the light. Finn had bought them at Harrods for our first date.

We'd be leaving for it as soon as he was ready. Arthur had agreed to drop us off, and pick us up if needed, so we didn't need to drive around.

I didn't want to wear a dress or skirt, because we'd be out and about and I didn't want any outfit malfunctions in case a good breeze came by.

I was glad I didn't, though, because this outfit showed off my curves very well.

In the reflection of the mirror, I saw the bathroom door open, "I'm ready!"

I turned around and watched as Finn came out of the bathroom, white T-Shirt clinging to his muscles, and his curly hair free instead of gelled back, one hand up on his shoulder, fingers hooked under the collar of his black jacket which hung freely on his back. I noticed his half heart necklace over his shirt instead of under it. He looked good. I whistled, making him chuckle and look away, rubbing the back of his neck.

I could see the blush climb up his neck, making me smirk, "Don't you look pretty, lover boy?"

"I suppose so," He replied, and looked back in my direction.

His eyes widened, and he looked me up and down.

"You look good," Finn commented as he pulled his jacket on, leaving it unzipped, "Proper good. Might have to ask some Peaky boys to tail us around to make sure all of the other boys at the fair keep their eyes to themselves."

I giggled as I walked up to him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He wrapped his around my waist, and leaned down, placing a kiss on my forehead. My heartbeat sped up at the small gesture.

"Let's go," He said as he pulled away, and laced his fingers through mine.

I gave his hand a squeeze, and he gave mine three quick squeezes.

"What does that mean?" I asked as we exited the apartment, Finn locking the door behind us, "The three squeezes?"

"'S a secret," Finn said with a grin, making me huff, half-joking as we walked along the balcony.

I started swinging our hands, and felt a bit sick in anticipation. Not the bad sick. The good kind of sick. The excitement that made itself a funny feeling running through your veins. Nearly electric. I spotted Arthur leaning against his car, removing a cigarette from his mouth and stomping it out.

"Artie!" I called out, making him look over at Finn and I, and smirk.

"Don't you two look like a cute couple?" He teased, opening the door for us.

"That's because we are," Finn interjected, making me blush.

Arthur laughed as I climbed into the backseat, followed by Finn.

"You got any snow?" Arthur asked Finn as he started the car.

Finn shook his head, "Tonight I'll be feeling good enough without it, I reckon."

Arthur chuckled, "Alright, Finny boy, fair enough."

We drove through Small Heath, and I could spot the lights from the fairground before we actually arrived there. I started bouncing in my seat, making Finn chuckle.

Bonnie and Dad would be working a stall here, somewhere.

Arthur slowed the car to a stop, and we got out.

"Call me when you're ready to come home, or let me know if you're walking," Arthur commanded, and we nodded.

"Don't have too much fun," Arthur said with a wink, making Finn roll his eyes and shut the car door.

"What do you want to do first?" Finn asked as I grabbed his hand and led him into the fairground.

"Save the Ferris wheel until last — Actually no, we should go soon, then at sunset, then one last ride before we leave here — Can we go look at the stalls? And the bumper cars?" I begged, looking back at him.

He slowed down and plucked a pamphlet from a stand. I came over and looked at it with him. There was information about the fair on one side, and a map on the other. Handy.

"Oh! Big top, Finn, let's go there!" I exclaimed as I spotted it on the map.

"I want to go too but I reckon it'll be sold out," Finn grumbled, which made me frown as I looked at the map again.

Hold on.

I pointed at the red and white tent on the map, labelled 'Circus Extraordinaire', "Finn, that's the Palmer's circus crew. I'd be able to get us in for free because we're family."

Finn perked up, "Really?"

"Really," I confirmed, and looked up, "We should go on the Ferris wheel now, then go to the big top."

"Yeah. Says here the next show starts in an hour. We'd have enough time to go on the Ferris wheel before then." He agreed, folding up the map and putting it into his back pocket.

I could see the Ferris Wheel from where we stood. I hooked a finger through one of the belt loops in Finn's jeans, and dragged him along, making him laugh at my enthusiasm.

We weaved our way through the crowd until we ended up in the line for the Ferris wheel. I bounced on my heels, feeling excited.

"Oi!" I heard behind us, making me turn around and look.

Ezzie and Isiah were there, Ezzie holding a big brown teddy bear.

"Do you follow me everywhere? That's a bit odd," Finn joked as Isiah led Ezzie over to us, making Isiah chuckle.

"You two on a date then?" Isiah asked, eyeing us in curiosity.

"Yeah — First one." Finn replied, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Good luck," Isiah said, and Ezzie narrowed her eyes at Finn.

"You hurt my little sister and I'll chop yours and Isiah's pricks off." She warned, making Isiah look at her in surprise.

"Now, we're going to have one last go of this, then go home," Ezzie informed me as they lined up behind us, making me nod.

The night's not even begun and they're going home. I pouted, feeling slightly disappointed, but also slightly thrilled.

It would be nice to have Ezzie there for a bit, but I was glad that Finn and I got to be alone. I wanted Finn and I to be alone, in each other's presence, without any distractions.

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I’ve been updating on Wattpad but forgetting to update here oof

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Chapter 1 | Guardian of Gold | Jeon Jungkook

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Pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader

Genre: fantasy, alternate universe, illegitimate heir! jk, witch descendent! reader, angst, fluff, dual dimensions, magic, strangers to lovers

Warnings: nothing, except for mentions of the grandmother acting strange and the fictional use of various religious/spiritual practices for a fictional spiritual practice.

Synopsis:

In a world adjacent to our own, long lived the Guardian of Gold.

During your summer vacation, you decided to spend it with your quite eccentric grandmother. However, when you get there a series of strange events, odd dreams of different dimensions, and late night escapades with an illegitimate heir to some magical throne start to haunt you after you get your hands on an old book you found under the floorboards of you grandmother's home. Or was it really a dream at all and your grandmother has been hiding some dark and gruesome secrets that has followed your family for centuries?

or

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I'M THE HEIR TO POWERFUL WITCH BLOODLINE FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION?!!?!?!?!"

A/N: sorry for the wait between the prologue and chapter 1 ahaha. I've been kind of busy lately with work and other things. Also, I won't be using any Korean honorifics in this fic just because I don't want to misspell anything. Jungkook should be introduced in Chapter 2!!!

Your grandmother had been acting odd when you had arrived at her home a day earlier. It was almost like she was hiding something from you based on the way she seemed to hold you at arms length.

Granted, your grandmother had always been rather odd.

As a child, you remember watching her prance around her home chanting in some language that sounded made up.

Even the blessings or talismans she would regularly give to you and your cousins when you visited were different than what your friends would get from their grandparents. Your friends had always said it looked like she was giving you curses.

Of course, you didn't like that. You considered the things your grandmother gave you to be precious and they always gave you a warm tingly feeling that you would describe as happiness.

But regardless of how she's always been, this time was very different than what you were used to.

And that may be due to the fact that you were an adult now and not the wide-eyed child you once were. You were a grown woman who matured and wasn't so childish anymore, something your grandmother probably wasn't used to.

Still, her behavior made you feel odd.

The next day, while your grandmother was visiting a friend of hers, you stayed at the house.

You had spent most of the morning alone in silence, well...more like asleep. Lunch time was when your day started. You took a shower and ate some food.

You groaned, flinging the arm that was resting over your eyes to the floor. Oh, how incredibly bored you were. Your grandmother had been gone for a few hours and you weren't sure when she would be getting back. There was absolutely nothing to do in the house and it was so quiet.

"Ugh...what should I do?" you mumbled to yourself as you stared up at the ceiling.

After a few minutes of staring blankly into space, your eyes focused on something in the uncovered rafters. A tiny piece of what looked like the corner of a piece of paper stuck out just slightly from the rafter above you.

Curiosity filled your mind and bones like wandering ants, so you jumped up to find a stool to reach the piece of paper.

Unfortunately, the stool is just a little too short for you to be able to reach the piece of paper and you have to stretch on the toes of one foot to be able to reach it.

Your fingers brushed the piece of paper, wiggling it so that it falls off the beam. It flutters down into your hands, landing softly. The piece of paper is tinted a yellow-tan color, probably from age. It's crumpled and creased in places.

The piece of paper is actually bigger than you thought it was at first. Since it was crumpled up it looked smaller, but it's about A5 size.

As you opened up the paper and flattened it, you noticed the fading ink etched onto it.

The words written were an older form of Korean that you had a bit of trouble reading, but you were able to make out what seemed to be directions.

Under the floorboards near the alter lays the key to our success.

The directions were odd to you. Key to what success? You didn't understand.

Regardless, you went to the one place you could think of: your grandmother's prayer room. That was the only room with an alter.

In that room she kept the shrine that was dedicated to passed family members. It was also where she kept the books of your family history and everything about what exactly it was that she practiced.

You entered the room. It had a nice smell, likely from your grandmother's morning prayer where she lights her incense sticks and candles.

There was also a bit of fruit sitting on the alter and a glass of water. An offering to your ancestors. Pictures and nick-knacks rested on the table top, an apple or orange resting in front of each one.

Near the alter, under the floorboards.

Under the floorboards.

While holding the piece of paper delicately in your hand, you shuffled around the room near the alter looking of a loose floorboard. It took a bit of time, but in the corner next to the window, a board creaked and wobbled when you put your weight on it.

You had been trying to pry the floorboard up for the past thirty minutes, it felt like. You just couldn't get your fingers under it enough to get it up.

What could you do?

Standing up, you looked around the room. There was nothing that would be of use to you, except maybe something on the alter, but it would be disrespectful to your ancestor and grandmother to use anything on there.

Next you made your way to the kitchen in search of a spatula or something flat enough to get under the board.

Luckily for you, you had hung the spatula over the sink so it could dry after you washed the dishes you used to make your lunch.

You snatched the spatula and flung of any of the excess water still on it and swiftly went back into the prayer room.

Crouching down, you shoved the spatula in between the floorboards, praying that you wouldn't ruin it, and angled it just enough to get it to catch under the loose board to pull it up enough to get your fingers under it.

With a bit of creaking from nails coming out of their holes, you were able to lift up the loose board.

It was dark under the floorboards, so you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and turned on the flashlight.

There, at the very bottom of the hole, sitting on top of the dirt foundation under the house, was a wooden box. It had a dark wood stain, black metal hinges, and black embellishments.

You used your flashlight to look around the hole for a moment longer, just to make sure nothing was going to jump out at you and bite you before reaching down and pulling the box out of the hole.

Thankfully, there was no lock, just a little latch to keep the box closed.

You sat back and crossed your legs, resting the box in your lap. With a deep breath you glanced at the piece of paper that lead you to the box.

Under the floorboards near the alter lays the key to our success.

Who was the "our" the paper referred to? Your family? And success in what?

With a slight tremble in your fingers, you unlatched the box and lifted the lid.

The contents of the box was not what you expected. In the box was a single book, an old one, for that matter. It was made in a traditional book binding style, with yellowing pages, and curling edges.

You picked the book up, setting aside the box it was once contained in. You turned the book over in your hands, examining it. There was nothing really special about it. You weren't sure how this was supposed to be the "key to success."

The inside of the book was written in an older version of Korean, much like the piece of paper was, but thankfully you were still able to make out the gist of what the first page said:

The Guardian of Gold and the misfortune he caused for our kin. His reign must end and his empire must fall.

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Spoilers: Futility 4x22

Trigger warnings: references to sexual assault and murder, angry sex, biting, marking

Evocations: XIII

Going through the motions and the paperwork after finding Gardner dead in Erin Goss' living room seemed to take a long, long time. When Olivia finally let herself into the apartment, it was so late that Sky High didn't even budge from the sofa when the door clicked open and then softly shut.

But Alex was still up. Noises drifting out of the kitchen drew Liv in that direction, where she found the blonde amid a disastrous mess of baking supplies. Open cannisters, boxes and bags were everywhere; flour, drips of mixtures, dropped chocolate chips, and empty egg shells ran from one end of the island to the other.

Alexandra baked when she was angry.

That was fine by Olivia, as they both had plenty to be angry about. The Gardner case had been a thorn in their side right from the beginning, and now it had ended less than optimally - to say the least. A rapist was dead but dead wasn't exactly justice, and none of them really believed that Erin had been defending herself.

Luck had been on Alex and Olivia's sides in the two years they had been together, in that they hadn't gone to the mat over cases very often. It was often commented on by those who knew they were together, how unusual this was.

"He's dead," Liv said flatly.

"So I heard," Alexandra replied, hands on her hips as she blew a section of blonde hair off her forehead.

Five rapes, three indictments dismissed, now a murder, and the perpetrator was dead. They were going to the mat this time, and they both knew it. Had known it since Alex had blown up over Gardner's motion to call Bethany to the stand. Very little of it was about pride; it was about the futility of it, of all the energy expended trying to protect the women, only to have things fall apart. Both women felt impotent, everything they had tried having only resulted in further complications.

"She was sleeping with him," Liv added.

Alex snorted, wiping her hands on her apron. "Well that was obvious."

The oven timer went off, and Alex slipped on oven mitts, yanking a tray of cookies out. Sighing, Olivia slumped into one of the bar chairs at the island.

"We never should have had Carrie waive her privacy," Alex tossed out.

"So the jury could have deadlocked over the ID? It still would have given him the chance to run and kill that woman."

"That woman would still be alive if we had done our jobs!" Alex slammed a spatula against the counter, every inch of her tall body wound tight with anger and inexpressible sadness.

"We did do our jobs!"

It wasn't that Olivia didn't understand; just two nights before she had been singing the same tune to Elliot, about the fine line between doing the right thing, and doing too many right things. There was just no soft place to land when they were both feeling like this.

"I can't do this anymore," Alexandra said tersely. Liv stilled in her seat, her heartrate leaping. "It's bad enough that I never know when you're going to come home with bruises from some predator attacking you. If I can't get justice for the victims, I'm failing on both fronts."

"Alex, I can take care of myself."

"Not always."

"Most of the time," Liv insisted. Alexandra made an irritated noise in her throat and flipped pages in her cookbook angrily. "If you want to drop SVU, nobody's stopping you," Olivia told her then, taking a page from Elliot's book.

Alex scoffed openly at that.

Liv rose from her chair and rounded the corner of the island counter. "Hey, it's true! Just because you're the best ADA that the unit has ever had, doesn't mean you can't move on. But I know exactly what I signed up for - and the bottom line is, a lot of the time this job is hell. That's not going to change."

The truth of the statement hung in the air between them.

"You don't get it, do you?!" Alex snapped, stepping up to the brunette, their sparking, angry gazes meeting. "I see what this job does to you - to us - and I can't lose you. I can't."

Alex's hand grabbed Liv's forearm, fingertips biting into the skin with the force of fear and guilt and anger. Worse, though, was that Olivia did understand; she knew exactly what the pressures of their jobs was doing to their relationship. It kept her awake some nights, wondering how long they could both sustain things.

Liv put her hand over Alex's and attempted to pry the fingers away, which resulted only in Alex's other hand, locking onto her bicep and pushing her hard against the counter.

"Alex," Liv warned, but it was obvious from the blonde's stormy gaze that it wasn't going to do any good.

Alex tightened her grip so that Olivia couldn't raise her arms, and leaned in, dragging frustrated kisses along the lines of the brunette's throat. The kisses included plenty of teeth, nipping and scraping the skin, leaving red marks in their wake.

Liv struggled under the weight of Alex's body pushing her, both women breathing angrily and fast. "For fuck sake, Alex!"

The blonde sank her hands into Liv's short dark hair and pulled, dragging a hiss from her throat before she clamped a hard kiss onto her mouth. Their fear, and impotence and exhaustion with the case poured into their angry touching, ramping up with every motion.

Olivia yanked at the apron that Alex was still wearing, her hands fighting to untie the strings as Alex tried to keep her pinned. Changing tactics, Liv used her weight against her, pushing forward and away from the island altogether. They stumbled across the space between the counter and the refrigerator, crashing into the appliance and sending magnets clacking to the floor.

Grunting with surprise, Alex steadied herself and fisted the bottom of Olivia's shirt into her hands, tugging it swiftly up over Liv's head and off, shoving her backward. The brunette crashed back against the island where Alex immediately pinned her with another kiss.

Olivia bit into the blonde's bottom lip, and Alex drew back, eyes wide. "Christ!" Blood welled where teeth had cut, and when the kiss began again, Liv sucked it clean.

The apron was finally untied and, Liv's hands slid down Alexandra's back, pulling her sweater up, wrestling to get it off. When it was gone, more biting followed, over the blonde's neck and shoulders until she was slapping Olivia's hands down. Pushing her in her hold, Alex got her turned around so that she was facing the counter.

One hand slid up Liv's back, curling to a stop at her neck, holding her in place while the other hand snaked around Liv's waist to open her pants. They had never really done this - fucked out of anger, out of fear - and it felt dangerous and electric. Alex's hand manoeuvred into Olivia's pants as she struggled, and when she was met with clamped thighs, she brought her knee up to wedge between her legs from behind.

"Fuck you!" Olivia panted.

Alexandra dropped her mouth to the warm skin of Liv's back and bit her there. "That's what I'm doing," she told her evenly. Spreading Olivia open with her long fingers, Alex stroked mercilessly over the swollen clit she found there.

"Fff-agghh!" Liv cried angrily, her forehead against the cool marble of the countertop.

The blonde released her grip long enough to jerk pants and underwear down together, then sank her fingers into Olivia's hair while the other hand stroked at the dripping wet heat of her entrance from behind. Both women growled unintelligibly when Alexandra filled Liv with her fingers.

She was not gentle, nor did Olivia want her to be, as Alex pulled her head back by the hair and fucked into her hard enough to stutter her feet forward on the floor. Liv stretched her arms across the island, fingers slipping on spilled flour and other sticky ingredients.

"You're going to come for me," Alex panted, then groaned at the responding clench of Liv's cunt around her fingers.

"Fuck . . . fuck!" It seemed to be the only working word left in Olivia's vocabulary.

Come she certainly did, screaming with anger, with relief, while trying to thrust into Alex's fingers yet somehow away from them all at once. Before Liv had barely caught her breath, she spun on the tall blonde and grabbed her with both hands, planted on either side of her ribcage.

Trailing remnants of flour and sugar in their wake, Liv shoved her hands beneath the bra Alexandra had on, squeezing her breasts gracelessly, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her hiss in pain. Then Alex's mouth was on Liv's again, her arms encircled her waist and she hoisted her onto the counter.

Olivia sank another bite into the blonde's throat, her hands working to get the bra off. When she succeeded, she raked her nails down Alex's back, getting a roar of lustful anger in response. For the first moment since they'd started, Alex stepped away from her, their eyes still locked like dogs growling through a fence.

She popped the button on her pants, unzipped and shoved her pants off her hips to the floor, kicking out of them. The scratches down her back were hot and stinging as she stepped back up to Olivia and brushed her lips close to her ear.

"Fuck me," she breathed, then bit down on Liv's earlobe.

"Make me," Liv rasped out, shivering as the bite was followed by Alexandra's hot tongue.

"My pleasure." The blonde grabbed one of Liv's wrists and pulled, dragging it low and forcing the fingers to uncurl.

As soon as her fingers made contact with the damp, wiry curls between the blonde's thighs, Olivia's resistance evaporated. Her fingers straightened so Alex could guide them where she wanted them, and where Alex wanted them was deep inside her. Then Liv took over, withdrawing and then sinking her fingers back in to the hilt, over and over again.

The last of their anger and fear burned down as the sound of Liv fucking Alex filled the kitchen, not stopping until the blonde was quaking and dripping and gasping for mercy.

.

.

"Another cookie?" Alex asked quietly.

"Mm, yes please," Liv nodded against Alex's chest.

Alexandra reached across to the plate of cookies that they'd rested on the toilet cover and took one, passing it off to the slippery, wet brunette that was atop her in the hot bath.

They had been there a long while, reheating the water each time it cooled, tending to their bites and scratches, washing off flour and sugar remnants. And, of course, eating cookies.

"Lex?" Olivia mumbled, serene but tired.

"Yes?"

"I promise you won't lose me, as long as I can help it."

Alexandra took a deep breath and combed her fingers through Liv's short, wet tresses. "I know, Babe. I know."

[toomanyrobins]

December

Summary: Clint Barton, college football star, has a new interest: Y/N Y/L/N. But with her father gone all of the time, a younger brother, and going to college, Y/N has no time for dating. Will Clint get the yes, or will life get in the way?

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

Content warning: nothing really yet, occasional cursing, mentions of drinking and sex later

Word Count: 1.5k

Winnie had invited Nat, Y/N, and Asher to spend Christmas at the Barnes’ home. They had been hesitant to intrude, but once she explained that Steve was already coming and that she let anyone who couldn’t be with their family into her home, any arguments were thrown out the window. The only requirement was an ugly Christmas sweater had to be worn. Asher had been worried that Santa wasn’t going to know where to bring the presents, but as soon as Y/N explained that she had written him a letter, he had hopped on board.

What Y/N and Clint didn’t know was that behind the scenes everyone else was coming together to hang mistletoe and get them together. Even after Asher’s party and the football game, neither had made a move to make it official and it was making everyone lose their minds. Clint hadn’t been with anyone since that day in the parking lot where Y/N had rejected him. The will-they-won’t-they had gone on too long.

Christmas Eve, the Barnes home was packed to the rafters with holiday cheer. They all gathered in a giant bundle of blankets, pillows, and hot chocolate to watch Christmas movies. When it reached 10 p.m. they brought the kids up to Becca’s bedroom to sleep. They sent Winnie up to bed with the promise of cleaning up from dinner. The exhaustion from the day settled in and they lazily collapsed back into the pile of blankets. Y/N buried her head under a pillow, “I don’t want to move ever again.”

Clint chuckled at her dramatics, “We have two kids in the house. You’re gonna be awake in like six hours.” She lifted her head up to glare at him. Steve, Bucky and Nat decided that they were done for the night and headed upstairs, leaving the two of them alone. Before she went up the stairs, the redhead turned around and winked at Y/N, who glared back.

As soon as they were gone, Clint pulled Y/N into him, resting his chin on her shoulder. She smiled at the closeness, “Can we watch Nightmare Before Christmas? Please.”

He groaned, “We’ve had this discussion before. That is a Halloween movie.”

“It’s multi-holiday. I even waited until everyone else left so only you would be tormented.”

“Oh, I’m honored,” he deadpanned. Y/N looked at him with wide eyes and sticking her bottom lip out. Clint groaned, “Fine! We can watch the Halloween movie on Christmas Eve.” She grinned at him and pulled the movie up. They moved up onto the couch and as soon as the opening song began, she curled up into his side. He decided that he would watch this movie on every holiday if it meant spending alone time with Y/N.

It was only about 20 minutes into the movie when she realized how tired she was and didn’t fight as her eyes grew heavy.

Someone moving beside her had jarred Y/N awake. She groaned and put her hand out to keep them close, thinking it was Asher. She loved to force him to cuddle with her and the bed was warm. When she heard the deep chuckle, she realized it wasn’t her little brother. Clint leaned over and kissed her forehead, “Sorry, darling, I’ve got to go put my presents under the tree and help Winnie with breakfast.”

Y/N, still not fully awake, grumbled, “But you’re warm.”

“Alright, one more minute,” he curled back up with her on the couch and stayed until he was sure she was back asleep. Clint wanted to stay with her, but he knew had to get up before she did. He pulled the blanket up so that she was covered and headed to the kitchen. He quickly pulled the presents that he and Y/N had hidden in the closet and put them under the tree, before turning on the coffee maker.

Winnie came downstairs soon after and they started making breakfast for everyone. She leveled him with a knowing look, “I hope you kids didn’t stay up too late.”

“I think we were all done by 1:00. Y/N convinced me to watch Nightmare Before Christmas but she was asleep before we got halfway.”

“You need to ask that girl out and be done with it.”

He grumbled in embarrassment, “Ma, I’m going to. We’ve both been busy and I want to do it right. I have a plan though.”

“You’re a good man, Clint Barton,” Winnie patted his cheek and passed him the pancake recipe he’d requested.

When Y/N woke up again, she pulled on Clint’s Christmas sweater he’d left on the nearby chair. She padded into the kitchen and greeted them sleepily. Winnie passed her a mug of coffee with a smile before going to make sure everything was in the stockings and under the tree. Y/N’s head was still muddled from sleep and Clint couldn’t help but smile at how she looked. Her hair was messy and the sleeves from his sweater bunched around her hands as she sipped on the coffee. Y/N shuffled over to look at what he was doing and found him making Mickey Mouse pancakes, “What are you doing?”

Clint looked nervous, “Am I making them wrong? I got the recipe from Win. You said you made them for every holiday.” She was melting inside at the sweet gesture. She tried to think of something to say and couldn't. Her hand wrapped around the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Clint dropped the spatula on the counter and wrapped an arm around her waist, burying his other hand in Y/N’s hair. She tasted like coffee and smelled like cinnamon. He heard her whimper as his tongue traced over hers.

“Something smells like it’s burning,” Steve walked into the kitchen, “OH!” They jumped apart and Y/N immediately mumbled something about checking on Asher before rushing upstairs. Clint turned back to the stove and dumped the burned pancakes, ignoring the amused look on his friend’s face. “Sooooo,” Steve drawled.

“Rogers, don’t,” Clint pointed the spatula at him, “You saw nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“But…”

“Nothing!” Clint walked upstairs to talk to Bucky about what had happened. He needed to get his shit together and hoped that Y/N would like his present. They had danced around each for long enough and Nat had been very helpful with ideas. His thoughts distracted him as he walked into Bucky’s room. If anyone else in the house was asleep, they were awake now after hearing his screams, “Oh shit! Oh God, MY EYES!”

A pillow whizzed past his head, “Clint, get out!”

Y/N came running out of Becca’s room, where the kids were sleeping. Clint had a traumatized look on his face and when she realized what had happened, she started laughing. Nat came stumbling out, pulling a sweater on. Steve had rushed up the stairs to see what had happened. When he realized, he threw his hands in the air, “Am I the only one not getting lucky this morning?”

Nat, who always loved gossip, gasped “Who was getting lucky?” She turned to Clint and Y/N, who were both suddenly very interested in the carpet. “Did you two…” Before she could pry any further, Becca and Asher rushed out of the room calling for presents. Everyone followed the excited kids and gathered around the tree to watch them open their gifts. They oohed-and-aahed at the gifts and after the kids had torn apart all of the paper from Santa. Winnie directed everyone else to start opening things from each other. Y/N leaned over to whisper in Clint’s ear, “Bucky already got his present from Nat.”

He dropped his head onto her shoulder with a groan, “Darling, I beg of you, never speak of that again.” Everyone was exchanging gifts now. The kids were playing on the floor while everyone else was on the couch. Clint pulled a small box out and handed it to Y/N, “Merry Christmas.”

She admonished him, “I thought we said no gifts.”

“Did you really think that?”

“No, I got you something too”

“Open this first.” Y/N was shocked to see two tickets to an art exhibit she had wanted to go to. It had sold out before she could get one and had been very disappointed. “I thought it could be our first date.”

“This is crazy. How did you manage this?”

“Pepper knows some people.”

Y/N looked around to check if everyone was busy and kissed Clint quickly, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Say thank you and that you love it.”

Y/N smiled, “Thank you. I love it,” She walked over to the tree and brought his gifts over, Okay so I have two presents for you. One is serious and one is fun. So take your pick.”

“Serious first.”

Y/N handed him a small box and was chewing on her bottom lip nervously. He opened it and picked up a key. “It’s to the house. You spend enough time there —”

Clint cut off her rambling with another kiss, not caring who saw, “I’m definitely going to use this key a lot.”

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@be-patient-be-good​

@spntiel​

[wyntereyez]

Squid Pro Quo part thirty-four

This is the start of chapter five. Things are gonna happen; there are more transformations, we find out who is responsible, and there will be a horrible cliffhanger at the end of the chapter (not this part.)

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When Emma woke up, Killian had already slunk off downstairs. She knew he felt guilty about the inking, but Emma knew it wasn't his fault.

Honestly, it was hilarious, now that she could look back on it.

Emma had already showered, once she'd regained her mobility, so all she needed was to throw on her robe and head downstairs, where Killian and Jones were again making breakfast.

She could get used to this.

Jones handed her a coffee mug. Killian was holding Hope, who was avidly watching as he stirred a bowl of pancake batter. He wouldn't look at her.

Jones glanced between them, curious, but he didn't pry. He went back to the rasher of bacon he was cooking.

"Killian," Emma said softly.

Hope made a grab for the spoon Killian was wielding, nearly diving head first into the bowl. Killian adjusted his hold on her.

"Killian! Look at me!" He finally turned, but his gaze was downcast. "Killian, I'm not mad," she said.

They hadn't spoken when she'd gone off to shower and he'd changed the bedding; he'd been beet red with embarrassment, and she'd been afraid of laughing and making him feel worse. And by the time she got out of the shower, he'd slipped under the fresh blanket and was pretending to sleep.

Now she realized she should have said something, because he'd misinterpreted her silence.

"You're not?"

Hope grunted in frustration and lunged for the bowl, head first. Killian wrapped both arms around her before she could complete her dive.

"I'll take her while you finish," Emma said. Killian handed her over. Emma positioned Hope more comfortably, took a sip of her coffee (Jones had gotten the cream and sugar ratio perfect), and said again, "I'm not angry. I didn't say anything because I was trying not to laugh."

Jones was very carefully not looking at them, but she could tell he was listening.

Killian looked like he wasn't sure if her amusement was better or worse.

"I mean, I couldn't move for awhile, and that was a hell of a clean-up after, but I'm fine, really."

The spatula fell from Jones' fingers with a clatter. He swore, picked it up off the floor, and went to the sink to rinse it off.

"Nothing like that has ever happened to me before," Killian mumbled.

"It was an accident, Killian. It's all right!"

Jones, looking slightly pained, said, "I'm just going to leave you two alone." He looked ready to flee.

Emma blinked, confused, then realized how their conversation sounded. "Oh. No, it's nothing like that! Killian inked in the middle of the night."

Jones turned to Killian, who was blushing again. "You inked?" Killian nodded. "While human?" He nodded again.

Jones guffawed and Killian growled.

There would probably have been a beat down, but they were interrupted by the doorbell. Emma stood, bracing Hope against her shoulder, and went to answer.

Granny was at the door. She looked relaxed, if exhausted, so Emma figured there hadn't been any big emergency overnight. She invited the old wolf in, and Granny followed her to the kitchen.

There was a splatter of pancake batter on Jones' cheek, and another on Killian's chest. Emma felt as though she'd missed an epic battle.

"How was last night?" Emma asked. Killian was pouring batter into a pan, but his head was cocked to show he was listening. Jones was making another cup of coffee, probably for Granny.

"Noisy, until everyone transformed at about two in the morning. The goose IS Blue. She said it would be safer to leave her in the cell for now, and even helped reinforce it."

"Does she have any clue what's happening?"

Granny shook her head. She accepted the coffee from Jones. She took a sip and hummed in satisfaction. Jones beamed. "Not a clue. Said she found the necklace just sitting on her nightstand, touched it, and blacked out. She woke up in the middle of the night by the lake and returned to the convent, where she planned to investigate what happened, but she fell asleep, until she changed again, and doesn't remember anything until she changed back this morning."

"The necklace was just on her nightstand? It wasn't something she found a month or so ago?" Emma asked.

"Not according to Blue. Speaking of necklaces, by the way, I have Leroy's." Granny scowled down at the paper bag she'd brought in with her.

Emma wrinkled her nose. "That was bold, just leaving it in her room," Emma said.

"Aye, but leaving a magical item with the Blue Fairy for a month would be even more risky," Jones said.

"Better to give her no chance to possibly identify or track the magic," Killian said.

"Do they finish each other's sentences yet?" Granny asked.

"Thanks for letting us know. I'll make sure the dwarves' amulet gets to Regina. Get some sleep; I'm sure we'll need your help later."

Granny waved a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. Slept some when everyone was human again. I actually came to give you boys something I was working on."

She fished around in the paper bag (Emma desperately hoped the amulet was in a sealed bag) and pulled out a neatly folded length of crimson fabric, then another one. "These scarves are made from pieces of Red's cloak. They don't have as much magic as the cloak, but they should have enough to prevent you from being forcibly transformed."

Wide-eyed, Killian and Jones accepted the gifts. They weren't elegant, obviously put together in haste, but they were well made. "And it didn't damage the cloak to cut these off?" Killian asked.

"Nope. Only reason the cloak is so damned big is so Red can be dramatic. Now, if you do transform, these don't have the power to return you to human form, but they should keep you human. I have the feeling we're all going to need it."

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Tagging @cocohook38 @kmomof4 @hollyethecurious @winterbaby89 @killian-whump

[hamiltimedaadadada]

Couldn't Have Done it Better Myself

Lin x Reader Word Count: 1854 Summary: Petulant Lin is a little bit upset/jealous that your (5 year old) son asks you for help writing his first play

“Daddy will be so excited,” your son said grinning, holding his small face in his hands as the two of you sat on your living room floor.

“He will be so happy,” you agreed, giggling. You picked you your pen and continued to write every word your little boy said; he had told you yesterday that he wants to write a play, just like his father does. However, he can’t really write all of his letters yet, so he needed you to do that part for him.

“And then they have to fall in love,” your son stated, looking up at you expectantly, “Just like you and daddy did.”

You nodded your head in understanding, “Of course,” you smiled, “What should they say to each other?”

“Um,” he thought, scrunching his face up, “Maybe they say… I love you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

You chuckled and nodded your head, “Alright,” you said, writing it down as the door swung open.

“Daddy’s home!” Your son cried excitedly as Lin walked in, beaming.

“Hi,” he grinned, putting his bag down and walking over to the two of you. Your son climbed over the paper you two were working on, obstructing his father’s view of it. Lin kissed your cheek gently before reaching out his arms for his boy, like he usually did. Except instead of his son running into his arms and hugging him tightly, he instead kept his little body covering the play he was currently working on.

“Dad!” Your son yelled, “You have to go! You can’t see this, dad!” He exclaimed, trying his best to conceal his little gift.

Lin pouted, letting his arms flop to his sides, “Where’s my hug?” He asked, petulantly.

Your son sighed heavily, making you smirk, “Do you want to give him a hug?” You asked gently, “I’ll cover the paper if you do.”

“Okay,” your son said, lifting himself off of the papers, waiting until you picked them up and held them to your chest before throwing himself into his father’s arms.

“That’s better,” Lin chuckled, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your son’s shoulder, “I missed you,” he said, kissing him on his cheek.

“I missed you too, dad,” your little boy grinned, “I have a present for you,” he grinned, unable to control his excitement.

“You do?” Lin asked, acting shocked, “Can I see it?”

Your son shook his head, “No,” he laughed, “It’s not done yet! Momma’s helping me do it.”

“Oh,” Lin replied, not letting the little boy out of his hug quite yet, “When will it be done?”

“Tomorrow,” your boy answered, playing with his fathers hair before using his cheeks to pull him in for a kiss.

Lin chuckled, letting his son down, “Fine,” he sighed, “I guess I’ll let you two finish… Even though I haven’t seen you guys all day today… And I missed you… I guess I’ll just leave…” He sulked, slowly standing and making his way up the stairs.

“I love you!” You called before he was too far away to hear you.

“And I love you, too!” Your son called, prying the papers out of your grasp. “Good,” he continued once he heard the bedroom door close, “He’s gone.”

***

The next day, you and your son continued writing his play, much to Lin’s displeasure.

“He is just going to love it, isn’t he, mom?” The little boy asked giddily as you began cracking eggs into a bowl. He loved to eat scrambled eggs.

“He really is,” you answered, beaming, “He’s going to be so proud of you.”

Your son nodded his head in agreement, “I’m just like him, hey?” He asked proudly, just as Lin began walking down the stairs.

He peeked his head around the corner before entering, “Am I allowed to come in, yet?” He asked dubiously.

You chuckled as you nodded your head, “You can,” you answered, pouring the mixture into a pan, “I’m making lunch, do you want some?”

Lin nodded his head as he entered the kitchen, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely. “Of course I do,” he answered, “Is my surprise done, yet?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

Shaking your head, you pressed a kiss of your own onto his cheek, “Not yet,” you replied. Lin had been begging you all night to tell him what the surprise was; not knowing was driving him a little bit crazy. Consequently, you too, have been going a little bit crazy.

He sighed, running his hands up and down your sides as he turned around to look at his son, “Do you want to tell me?” He asked, smiling down at his son, hopefully.

Your son shook his head smiling, “Daddy,” he sighed, “You have to wait!” He said. Laughing, he climbed up onto the counter so he could be eye-level with his father. “You have to be patient,” he said, holding his fathers face in his little hands, “That’s what you always say to me!”

Lin nodded his head, pouting, “Okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around his little boy’s waist, holding him close to his chest, “I’ll be patient…”

“Good boy,” your son said, wrapping his arms around Lin’s neck, pulling his fathers face into his shoulder.

You chuckled as you shook your head… Those boys.

As the three of you ate your lunch around the table, you were all talking about little things, when Lin brought up some new ideas for a new story he was working on creating.

“A musical?” You asked, taking a sip of your orange juice.

Lin nodded his head, “I was talking it through with Chris, I think he likes the idea,” he explained, smiling.

“Hey,” your son piped up, “I’m writing a play, too!” As soon as the words left his mouth, his jaw dropped and his little eyes grew twice their usual size.

You bit your lip as Lin’s face was overtaken by a giant smile, “So it’s a play, huh?” He asked his son, smirking.

You little boy slunk against his chair, defeated, “Oh no,” he said quietly, looking up at you in distress, “I let it slip!”

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair, soothingly, “It’s okay,” you cooed, “He doesn’t even know what it’s about, it’s alright,” you said, leaning down to kiss his little forehead.

Your son sighed as your husband smirked, “But I know it’s a play! He exclaimed, “And I can’t wait to read it!”

“Mommy has to go out with her friends, for shopping, so it has to be done tomorrow  instead,” your son explained to his father with a sigh.

Lin nodded his head, the smile refusing to leave his face. “That sounds good to me, Angel.”

***

That night, after your son was all bathed and in bed, Lin hopped into your bed, instantly wrapping his arms around your waist. “A play?” Was all he said, letting his cheek rest on yours.

You flipped onto your back from your side and Lin laid his head on your shoulder; “A play,” you confirmed, “He wanted to be just like you, but he had trouble deciphering B’s from D’s, so he asked me to help him.”

Lin held you against him closely, sighing. “Why wouldn’t he ask me to help him?” He questioned, “I mean, no offence, but I do have more Tony Awards than you do.”

You rolled your eyes, turning so you were facing him, “You don’t need any awards to tell the difference between a B and a D,” you said with your eyebrows raised, “He just wanted to give you a surprise,” you continued, “He’s really excited about it.”

“I am, too,” you husband sighed, “I wish I could help him write it, is all,” he explained, nuzzling his nose in your hair.

You sighed, running your fingers through his hair, “It’s a gift for you,” you said, “You can’t help write it, otherwise it couldn’t be a gift.”

Lin groaned, “I’ve written two successful broadway musicals,” he stated, “I think I could’ve helped my five year old son write his first play.”

“Lin,” you sighed, “Stop it. You should just be happy that he’s writing any plays at all.”

“I know,” he groaned, “Can you at least tell me what it’s about?” He asked, moving his head from your shoulder to your chest.

“No,” you exclaimed, “It’s a surprise! You’ll see it tomorrow, Lin, stop asking about it,” you chuckled, playing with his hair, making him sink against you.

“Fine,” he sighed, “I can’t wait to read it.”

“And he can’t wait to share it with you,” you said grinning.

***

The next morning, Lin was awake before you and cooking breakfast downstairs. You knew, because you could smell bacon from your bed, and every time your son makes you breakfast, it’s cereal. Cereal that you have to pour the milk into because he’s not quite strong or coordinated enough for that, yet.

Smiling, you slipped on your dressing gown and went downstairs, where both of your favourite men were; Lin was by the stove, flipping pancakes and your son was on the island, watching your husband as he cooked.

“Momma’s awake!” You son exclaimed, excitedly running up into his room before you could even get a proper greeting.

You laughed and gave Lin a hug as he kissed your cheek, “Good morning,” you said, grinning.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he replied, wrapping the arm not currently being used for flipping pancakes around your waist. “He wouldn’t give me my gift until you were awake,” he explained as your son ran quickly back into the kitchen, your little collection of papers held together with a paperclip.

Excitedly, Lin handed you the spatula and took the play out of his sons hands, beaming, “I can’t wait to read it,” he said through his smile.

Your son stood with his hands clasped with anxiety at his father reading his work; it was the cutest thing you have ever seen. Your husband sat on the ground, so he was level with the little boy as he read the pages. He chuckled and gasped and did all of the appropriate reactions that was sure to make your son fly with happiness.

Finally, when he was done reading, he hugged his son as closely as he could, making the small boy giggle with pure joy, “Did you like it, daddy?” He asked hopefully, looking up at his father eagerly.

Lin laughed as he nodded his head, “I love it!” He exclaimed, “I especially loved the use of pirates, that was a good touch,” he added. “I am so proud of you.”

“Thank you,” your son grinned, suddenly bashful, “Mommy helped me do the writing,” he shrugged, “She’s good at all of her letters, you know.”

“Well, you have a very smart mommy,” Lin grinned as he stood up, lifting his son up into his arms before letting him sit back in spot on the island.

You handed Lin his spatula back before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss, “Isn’t it wonderful?” You asked, biting your lip.

He nodded his head, “Couldn’t have done it better myself.”