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So here’s a little Hooking Utensil (with a some KnightRook and Tiana & Alice for good measure) fluff I’ve had in my head for a while. It takes place post series finale…

Killian watches Alice as she moves her food around on her plate, his heart sinking. He wanted today to be special. He saw the look in his daughter’s eyes when Robin, Zelena and Regina started talking about dresses the other day.

He knows Alice was happy for her future wife, but he could see that longing for the loving mother figure she never had. Someone to help her pick out a wedding dress. And that’s why after hours of searching throughout all the realms they sit defeated at Granny’s eating their feelings. Everything was too fluffy, or too prim and proper or too plain. Nothing seemed to suit her.

“Its ok Starfish, we’ll find something just right for you.” He says squeezing her hand.

They both know after everything they’ve been through, that not being able to find the right dress is hardly world shattering, but still he finds himself blinded by anger at everything Gothel took from his precious daughter.

Still he takes solace in being able to to be close to her, to comfort her, something they have gone far too long without.

As they sit in there booth finishing there food, the door opens and Killian finds an involuntary smile plaster itself across his face.

Alice, noticing the change in her father’s demeanor turns toward the door “Tiana!” She also starts smile as she waves her over.

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birthday treats

it’s an incredibly important day, y’all: IT’S @thesschesthair​‘S BIRTHDAY!!!!!! so here’s a shoutout to one of the funniest, sweetest, realest people around. I hope you have an absolutely fantastic day, love. here’s just a bit of some Hooking Utensil fluffiness that I hope helps make your day special—because you are the special-est!!! {rated light M; 1k words}

The early morning sun was streaming through the window; Sabine squinted at the bright light for a second and stretched, spine cracking as she moved, but the soreness in certain places lingered. (That seemed appropriate, because the memories of last night’s activities also wouldn’t be forgotten any time soon.)

They’d gotten distracted from the real reason she’d come over—finding themselves drawn to the bedroom rather than the kitchen—but at least had the common sense to put the refrigerated goods away properly. The rest were still scattered across the counter, around the covered bowl of dough; they’d gotten at least that far before other activities stole their attention.

And, knowing her, she was about to add to the disarray in what was normally a pristine and orderly kitchen. She hoped he wouldn’t have a heart attack when he woke up and found it like that, but she also knew a good way to distract him. (Well, a few.)

As quietly as she could, she opened all the cabinets until she found the rest of the things she needed, then set to work, setting the oil to heat on the stove, rolling out the (very well risen) dough on a floured counter and slicing it into squares (okay, and a few hearts), and wondering if the sizzle when she fried them would wake up her companion.

She was halfway through when she heard the creak of his old mattress and she held her breath—not like she was making any more noise than the oil was, but it helped her listen. No footsteps followed, so she relaxed and finished up; with any luck, she’d be done before he woke and could surprise him with some other early-morning treats.

There was always a small thrill of accomplishment when she finished a batch of beignets and saw them all laid out in front of her, crisp and fluffy and warm. They just needed one more thing, so she grabbed the bag of powdered sugar and the cinnamon shaker.

Each piece needed to be covered perfectly, so she sifted as carefully as she could. She was so focused on the task that she was oblivious to anything else going on around her—which meant she didn’t hear the squeak of the mattress springs or the subsequent soft footfalls. Not until it was too late, at least.

“That smells divine, love,” a deep voice, rough with sleep, said from behind her as a hand snaked around her waist. But it took her by surprise and she jumped toward the sound, swinging the sifter out in front of her as she turned.

Rogers managed to lean back and step away fast enough to avoid getting hit in the face with the utensil, but not fast enough to prevent getting hit with a cloud of confectioners sugar. He coughed as the powder settled on him, covering his chest hair and beard with fine white dust.

“Oh my god—I’m so sorry!” Sabine apologized profusely. “But, come on, man—don’t scare me like that!”

Rogers attempted to brush the sugar off his shoulder, but only managed to make more of a mess of it. “That certainly wasn’t my intention,” he said, stepping close again. “But can you blame a man when beignets are involved?”

She smirked at the funny way he said ‘beignet’, the way his accent didn’t quite curl around the word properly. “No, I guess I can’t. Especially when he’s my best taste-tester.”

“Best, or just most enthusiastic?” he countered, his hand and blunted wrist coming to rest at her waist; it hadn’t escaped her notice that he was only wearing boxer briefs. (Not like she had on much more than a tshirt and her own underwear, though.)

“Same thing,” she shrugged, turning in his hold to grab one of the finished pastries. She was slow to face him again, not wanting to disrupt the pile of sugar on top of the heart-shaped treat. “Happy Birthday,” she said with a smile and held it up to his lips.

He ducked around it to place a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you, darling.” Then he carefully bit into it, and a moment later, let his head fall back with a groan of bliss. (She was intimately acquainted with that sound.)

“Good?”

“Incredible,” he replied, though it was a bit muffled.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you not to talk with food in your mouth?”

“Aye, and she also taught me not to play with my food, but that’s not stopping me.”

“No?”

“No.” And he promptly blew the mass of powdered sugar back at her.

She yelped in protest as the dust settled on her now; she could feel it on her nose and could only imagine how it looked against her black curls. “Seriously?” God, she could even feel it on her lashes when she blinked—and saw him giving her that devilish smirk that made her go weak in the knees. It seemed out of place with his typical serious persona, but it gave her a bit of a thrill that she was able to draw it out. “What happened to being a gentleman?” she teased.

Now it was his turn to shrug, and then he leaned forward for another bite of beignet. More powdered sugar fell in his chest hair.

“You know, you better make sure you wash this out soon,” she lectured, running the fingers of her free hand across his pec. “Otherwise it’s bound to get…sticky.”

“Oh?” he replied, his eyebrow quirking. “I think the same could be said for your tresses, love.”

“I guess we better take this to the shower then.”

A hungry look grew in his eyes, and not for the beignets.

An hour and a tank of hot water later, they were sitting back at the kitchen table, freshly washed, with the only erroneous bits of sugar on their faces. She leaned toward him to kiss a bit off the corner of his mouth, but he intercepted, capturing her lips with his.

“Happy Birthday,” she murmured breathlessly when they eventually broke apart.

“Thank you, love. It’s been the sweetest one yet.”

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Flagged (one-shot)

Idk guys this happened and this happened and then this ficlet happened. Hooking Utensil, ~1200 words of fluff and crack.

Rogers sends one last scowl at his phone before shoving it in his pocket, out of sight.

Flagged.

For two years now, he’s been posting pictures—tasteful ones, mind—on that hellsite, and now that his blog is finally gaining some traction, they change the rules. No more “adult content”.

Not that his photos are even adult content, surely. All right, it’s not entirely innocent; he’s well aware that there’s more than one use for handcuffs. Even if he hadn’t been before, he would be now, what with the messages he sometimes gets.

That’s not the point. The point is, technically, all he’s doing is posting photos of handcuffs, and himself wearing them, shot from clever angles to suggest rather than reveal.

And besides, the algorithm is awful. It’s flagged other photos, too. Sabine’s beignets, for one, which is just…

“Hello.”

He looks up, his scowl melting away at the sight of Sabine. His feet have carried him all the way to the food truck on autopilot, and she’s looking down at him, beautiful as always. “Uh,” he says, eloquent as always. “Hello.”

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Seriously watched this scene so many times for this blink and you’ll miss it Killiana interaction.

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have you ever dreamt of a better version of yourself?

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How to show emotions

Part I

How to show annoyance

slightly shaking their head

rolling their eyes

looking to the side

closing their eyes for a moment

sighing

taking a deep breath

clucking their tongue

huffing

crossing their arms in front of their chest

tapping their foot

How to show hurt

turning away

avoiding eye contact

closing eyes

lips pressed together

eyes filled with tears

breathing deeply

How to show anger

clenching their fists

pressing their lips on each other

breathing loudly through their nose

eyes getting smaller

clenching their teeth

clenching their jaw

looking away to calm themselves

speaking with clenched teeth

whole body is tense

screaming

throwing things around

stomping

moving around a lot, can’t keeping still

open body language, like they are ready to attack

frown wrinkles on their forehead

prominent veins

grabbing someone they are angry with to get them to understand why they are angry

becoming violent

non-stop talking, ranting

shaking their head

throwing their arms in the air

eyes either going from one point to another while ranting or completely fixating on the person they are angry with

How to show excitement

jumping up and down

not being able to stand still

clapping their hands

bright eyes

grinning

squealing

giggling

flushed face

bouncing

dilated pupils

tapping their foot

How to show boredom

biting nails

leg bouncing

sighing

playing with everything close by

twiddling your thumbs

spinning around

grumbling

staring into the distance

propping your head on your hand

Part II + Part III

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it’s just a question

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To Dr. Spencer Reid, who may be adding M.D. to an already impressive list of credentials.

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good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

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HOTCH + T-SHIRTS 

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