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The Nanny Part 6

Summary: When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny

A/N: We are Finally getting to the good stuff. This chapter is so long.

Warnings: None? I think.

Word Count: 2543 words.

The Nanny MasterList


You hadn’t lived in anything larger than a two-bedroom apartment in several years. So, living with Bucky and Emily had taken some getting used too.

It was Wednesday already and you had just woken up. Looking at your phone you saw it was just past 6. Hearing someone in the kitchen, you quickly put on a pair of sweat pants and an old tee shirt that you were sure belonged to Sam at some point.

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anonymous asked:

I know sketchyy-pencil makes fan art for the ship and well... I'm an angst whore D: can you please make an angst one shot where she cheats on you or something... To tie it with mysme lets pretend she is Jaehee and you are MC lmao

Fuck MC and Jaehee this story is about me and @sketchyy-pencil ( also if you want to send HCS for the ship I guess you can since this was really easy for me to write lmao) 


I never knew life would treat me this way. My life was actually looking great; I had an angel as a S/O, my job was amazing and I was finally happy. Hah. Life’s a bitch. I never knew taking my love to dinner would actually turn into the worst night of my life. During our dinner conversation I noticed she seemed distant. Hell she’s been distant for months. I thought it was her job stressing her out so I made sure everything was in place: having the apartment cleaned, making sure we have everything ready, and having a hot meal waiting for her. Yeah it was hard working and taking care of our home but she was worth it. She was worth my blood sweat and tears. She use to enjoy my cooking till gradually, she stopped eating my food. I already ate don’t worry or I’m not hungry  was the constant excuses she gave me. One night I even decided to run her a bubble bath but she yelled at me saying I was too nice to her. Her words did hurt me but I didn’t pay attention to it because I knew she was stressed. I didn’t pay much attention to her because at the time, I didn’t want our arguments to escalate.

During dinner, I remembered I asked her how was work and she simply took a sip of wine and told me “ I’m in love with someone else”. My heart stopped beating because I looked into her eyes and I knew she was telling the truth. I continue eating my food and told her to answer my question and she did. We didn’t talk much after. We finally made it to our driveway and I went to her side of the door and opened it for her like I always had. Now we are sitting on the couch acting as strangers. I was speechless because I was still trying to comprehend those six words that caused agony within me. I took a deep breath and looked at the floor “ How long was this going on? I won’t get mad at you I promise” I whispered. She ran her fingers through her hair like she always does when she’s nervous “ For 5 months now” she sighed. I cleared my throat and laid down at the couch “ I hope the person makes you really happy. You deserve all the happiness in the world my angel. I love you so much that I prefer your happiness over mine. So I understand why you cheated on me. I was no longer your happiness. I’m sorry for not being enough” my voice hitched.

I felt her eyes pierce through my skin and she started to cry while punching my shoulder “Why aren’t you crying ! Why are you not ha-hating me! Please hate m-me! You were enough you were more than enough! Fucking hate me! Tell me off!! Say you never want to see me again!! ” she screeched. I just laughed while she was hitting me. I finally looked into those beautiful eyes again “There is no point in hitting me angel. Your words already hurt me enough to where a bullet won’t even do shit to me. I might as well add that I can never hate you. I respect and love you so much that my ass will support you in every decision you made. I told you from the beginning, I will stand by your side even if you make the wrong choice. Even if it means you loving someone else.” I uttered. I stood up from the couch and kneeled between her. I grabbed her hands and gently kissed it for the last time. I closed my eyes for a quick second and I felt hot tears rolling down my face. I gazed into her eyes “ I need to know one thing. Just one thing. When did you stop loving me?” I managed to say. It’s easy to see her emotions through her eyes. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and it took all the strength that I had to not wipe her tears away. That was no longer my job no more. She decided to pick someone else for the job and that caused pain to ache into my bones. I felt her fingers try to wipe my tears but I slapped her hand away from my face. Her breath hitched “I ne-never stopped loving you” she whispered ever so gently. Her eyes were telling me the truth but I knew her heart was lying to her mind “Bullshit. You don’t hurt the people you love” I hissed. Tears were caressing her face ever so lightly. She grabbed my hand and forced her fingers to interlock with mine. She brought my hand to her lips and kissed it every so gently. I took my hand away from her and held her hand to my heart, “Remember way back then when we first started talking, you were so hard yet so easy to figure out. Your eyes showed me your soul and it captured my heart. You were my heaven and hell. I’m curious though, do you remember that long message I sent you because you teased me that I couldn’t be sweet?” I mentioned. She laughed and it sounded like angels singing to my ears. She nodded while cleaning her eyes. I fixed her hair because it was covering her face “I still mean every word from it” I stuttered while I got up and kissed her forehead.

She gave me a puzzled look while I went and grabbed a suitcase to pack all my clothes and belongings. It was a half hour later till I had my suitcases at the front door. She told to that she wanted to leave and I told her that I didn’t want to stay because I didn’t want to be surrounded by memories of her. She sat down at the couch and I went to her and outlined a cross to her forehead “I hope God gives you many more blessings and I hope you are happy with your new life and love” I said. She looked at me with fresh tears in her eyes and there was a lump in my throat. I was ready to leave but I stopped and looked back “I will never know where we went wrong but there is one thing that I know” I whimpered. I walked closer to her and I put my hand inside my right pocket taking out a blue velvet small box. I opened it revealing the engagement ring and placed it on the table in front of her. I examined the living room once last time and my eyes finally laid on hers “ I was suppose to give it to you after dinner. It doesn’t belong to me. It was meant for you so you can do whatever you want with it. Thank you. It was an honor having my heart broken by you” I said while tears were running down my eyes. I gave her one last look and walked away.

Goodbye my love.

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I ran down the stairs with the little belongings I had. I heard my name being yelled by her but I kept going down the stairs faster. I finally reached the lobby but she took the elevator and she tried to stop me from leaving. She went on her knees begging me to stay but I pushed her off me and told her to never put her pride down for anyone. I ran through the double doors and made my way through the streets. The cold air was burning my throat and I decided to look back at her for one last time but suddenly everything turned black…..

It’s really, really, really important to me that Andromeda and Harry connect after the war.

On one side of the coin, you have the boy who lived, except that he’s battered and broken and doesn’t really know how to come to terms with the fact that he gets to live yet. He’s been what everyone has wanted him to be and then some, and now, he quite literally has nothing to do except to think and to dwell. He closes his eyes at night and sees Voldemort; he has to remind himself again and again that he’s gone. (All is well?)

On the other side, there’s Andromeda, who has lost everything that she’s ever loved in one fell swoop and doesn’t know whether to be relieved that he looks so much like her or terrified. She misses Ted—his warm eyes and his loud voice, the way his belly would jiggle when he laughed. She is sick for her daughter. (When she was younger, Nymphadora would always come home drenched in mud, a grin drawn across her rosy cheeks, and Andromeda would scold her, and now she regrets it, even though it’s irrational and stupid and—) There are some days where she can’t breathe.

The war is over, their loved ones are in the earth, and there’s a little boy named Teddy with bright, blue hair and wide, brown eyes that crinkle when he smiles. He unites Andromeda and Harry; he gives them individually and mutually hope and a purpose, and eventually, they are drawn together by more than just their love for him.

There are some days when Harry will come over and just sit on the floor with Teddy, a faraway look in his emerald green eyes. (Rumor has it, that they used to be livelier once upon a time, vivid and hungry, a rival for Lily Evans’s own. Now, they’re flat and empty, and there are lines beneath them that shouldn’t be there because God, he’s only seventeen.) Andromeda will bring him a cup of tea—which is more ceremonial than anything—and join him. She doesn’t ask him anything, doesn’t feel like she needs to. He can talk when and if he wants to talk. When he leaves for the evening, he says, “Thank you.”

She comes across one of Nymphadora’s wedding pictures one day while cleaning. She and Remus are laughing, laughing, laughing, eyes only on each other, and her daughter’s bubblegum pink hair stirs in the breeze. Andromeda can’t take it. She comes undone; she falls apart. Agony carves into her chest like a knife, and she thinks she screams, but isn’t really in the right mind to know. There is the distant thud of a door and then footsteps panicking down the hallway. Harry finds her on her knees in the living room, curled around the portrait. Wordlessly, he lowers himself to the floor. He holds her while she glues herself back together. They stay there for a long time.

It’s not all a sad story, though. Some days, they’re broken, and some days, they’re a little less broken than usual. Some days, they even begin to heal.

They find themselves giggling over swapped stories.

“I swear, Mrs. Tonks, Aragog was at least eight feet tall! A bloody monster!”

Harry learns how to make a mean cake in Andromeda Tonks’s pristine kitchen.

“You’re whipping an egg, not jabbing a troll, Harry. Gentle!”

Just… Harry and Andromeda, guys.

Yes, this is definitely important to me.

Mine

Anonymous said:

“You’re mine to own” for possesive starters? Robbie Or Peter But I do like a possesive pan… *COUGH*smut*COUGH* Whoops srry I think I’m getting a bit of a cold… ;) k thx love ur blog

 

Warning/s: smut (loool)

Requested

Summary: he gets jealous

Character: Peter Pan

note: thx anon!


After Henry accidentally gave Devin a scar, Y/N immediately got an aid kit to clean the lost boy’s scar. She made him sit on a log while she cleans the wound. Devin watches Y/N as she dabs cotton on his cheek.

Peter, who was across the camp, is scowling at the scene in front of him. He didn’t like the idea of Y/N touching anyone except him. Y/N, who was oblivious to Devin having a crush on her, kissed the wound like she would with other lost boys.

Pan came stomping towards them with a deadly scowl. He grabbed Y/N’s wrist and simply said “Come with me”. He dragged her to his hut, locking the door and casting a spell so no one will be able to enter or leave the hut without his permission.

“What’s wrong?” Y/N asked. Pan looked at her with dark eyes.

“You touching that boy is what’s wrong.” He growled.

Y/N’s eyes widened but then turned into a frown.

“He was injured!” she exclaimed.

“I don’t care! I own you! You’re mine to own!” He yelled and pushed Y/N against the wall.

“And I’m going to show you who you belong to” Peter whispered, his eyes filled with lust. He then began kissing Y/N with so much force. Y/N tried to push him off which only angered him. He pulled away and snapped his fingers.

Y/N looked down to see that she was completely bare. Peter watched her with lustful eyes and then grabbed her wrists, pinning it above her head.

When he tried kissing her, she turned her head. Peter chuckled and kissed her neck instead, sucking on it gently. Y/N tried to hide her moans but failed. Peter smirked against her neck and used one hand to cup her left breast.

Y/N wasn’t able to hold it anymore and moaned. “Peter”

Peter pulled away, smirking contently.

Y/N scowled at Peter.

“Fuck y-“ she was cut off when Peter cupped her dripping core.

“Already wet for me?” he teased.

“Is it really because of you?” Y/N teased but Peter didn’t think it was funny. He cupped her core harder; making her knees buckle but Peter pushed her shoulders to the wall.

“Let’s see who really makes you wet” and with that, Peter sucked harder  on her neck while his fingers plunged themselves in her.

“Peter!” she moaned loudly.

“See? Only me can make you feel this way.” He smirked as he curled his fingers, hitting her in the right places.

“Yes, yes. Oh god” Y/N yelled as she felt her stomach flutter.

“I think I-” Y/N didn’t finished her sentence when Peter started thrusting his fingers in a fast phase making Y/N reach her edge and come all over his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out and licked them. He smirked,

“Now let’s see how much longer you can take me”

I made this video when my girlfriend was house-sitting for her neighbor. We were kind of just living there for about a week well she was going out of town it was pretty badass. She has a problem with me doing really big shots of heroin because she watched me overdose quite a few times. I really wanted to do a shot so I snuck off into the bathroom while she was cleaning the kitchen and did this pretty nice goofball. Dirtbag swag is something that I’m known for

anonymous asked:

for the arranged marriage au i feel like cassian would constantly try to make these gestures but jyn would be confused by them lol

On her birthday, gifts from dignitaries and other royal families and politicians around the world come rolling in. There are gilded clocks and ceremonial pens encrusted in gems. She receives a decorative rooster with ruby eyes from an ambassador who once had been smitten with her; a bouquet of flowers from the son of a well-connected tradesman who had entertained hopes of marrying her before Cassian had been chosen instead. Jyn works her way through the gifts while Baze catalogs which items are from whom and readies his list for thank you notes that she will sign one he is done writing them.

One gift stands out though, amongst all the finery. She sees the box wrapped in brown paper, a white ribbon awkwardly placed on top. She opens it to reveal a collection of three books—leather-bound novels from her childhood of a series she had read over and over until her copies had fallen apart. “Who is this from?” she asks, turning the books over and over again, cracking them open to smell the new paper and ink.

“Your husband,” Baze says.

“Did you tell him about these?” she asks, surprised. “How did he know?” But the memory comes to her, of chattering about them with the head librarian once during a visit to the Royal Library at its grand re-opening three months earlier. Cassian had walked by her side, silent but listening.

“He remembered,” she says to herself, running a finger down her spine, a confused smile pushing at her face. “How curious.”

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Heroes

Bruce Wayne x Reader

word count: 588

warnings: none

author’s note: this was requested by @hypno-bear-tini (dunno why the tag isn’t working), based on the song Hero by Miguel. Enjoy!

Originally posted by larapaulussen


It was 3:30am by the time Y/N began packing up to go home- her third attempt for the night. A code blue was called for one of her patients recovering from a hip replacement just as she finished up her paperwork for the night, crushing any hopes of leaving work on time. An hour and a half later, a dozen patients were carted in after a fight broke out at The Iceburg Lounge. With a full house, Y/N and several other nurses were shifted around help manage the overflow. After several renditions of how Batman saved the day while she cleaned cuts and gathered insurance information, Y/N was finally free to leave.

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Prompt #6: “Is There A Reason You’re Naked In My Bed?”

Rick is so mad, he could scream. He could spit. He could… hell, he’s just fucking mad. After everything they talked about, after laying his soul out to her about trying to keep his family safe, she goes out, on her own, trying to get to Negan. If that weren’t bad enough, Carl, being his usual Carl self, sneaks into the Savior compound and brings the psycho back to Alexandria. He comes home to find Spencer and Olivia dead, Rosita with a three-inch slice to her cheek and Eugene just gone. One day. He was gone for one fucking day and they all lose their minds.

Carl knows he’s up shit creek. Everything has been yes sir, no sir, can I do anything else sir, for the past three days. It’s a welcomed change for Rick, although he knows it won’t last long. It’s exhausting having to reason with a fifteen-year-old all the time. Carl’s been helping around the house, trying his hardest to stay on his fathers’ good side, not wanting to deal with wrath that he knows is still bubbling just below Rick’s surface. Michonne has been using a different strategy the past couple of days. One, that only a woman knows how to use.

She’s been rubbing up against him more than usual; letting her hand roam along his arm a little longer than she should. She brushes up against him in the kitchen, pressing her breasts into his back a little or “accidentally” bumping her behind into him while they share the bathroom in the morning. She even wiggled into that pair of shorts she found a few weeks back, a few sizes too small, and found every reason in the world to bend over in front of him while she “cleaned”. But, to no avail. She hasn’t gotten a smile, or a raised eyebrow, or a lingering stare from him. Nothing. He’s that mad. She’s seen him mad before, but never at her. This is just… not right.

It’s been a long, hot day. Rick trudges through the house and is surprised by all of the silence. He checks his watch. Eight twenty-two. He kicks off his boots before he hits the stairs, stopping by Carl’s room first. He’s got his headphones in, bobbing his head heavily to Metallica as he picks a dart out the wall. Rick retreats, not wanting to disturb him and checks in on the younger Grimes, who is fast asleep in her crib. Now, to deal with this woman of his. He pushes into his bedroom and stops in his tracks, his hand still gripping the door knob. She sits in the middle of their pallet on the floor, a thin white sheet barely covering her otherwise naked body. She bites her bottom lip, her skin drinking up the light from the moon.

“What if I had been Carl?” Rick asks gruffly, closing the door behind him as he keeps his eyes on her.

She shrugs, “He woulda been in for a shock.”

Rick sighs as his eyes drop from hers to down her beautiful body. It hasn’t even been that long since they last made love, a week maybe? But, it’s been a long week. She shifts a little and her muscles flex, seemingly calling out to him. Wanting, no, needing him to touch her. But he knows this little game, and he’s going to win. For once. He walks toward the bathroom and disappears from sight, making Michonne huff loudly. She squints her eyes as he reappears a few minutes later, shrugging out of his shirt and unzipping his fly.

“Really?” She questions, dropping the sheet to her lap.

“Really what?”

She scoffs loudly, “I said I was sorry! I came to my senses Rick, I’m on your side. I was stupid, I get it.”

“And?” He asks blandly as he side eyes her, stepping out of her jeans.

She eyes him as he moves through the room, taking his place beside her. He lays down and props his pillow a little before rolling over onto his back. She climbs on top of him, throwing her dreads over her shoulder as she leans down over him, “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

She clicks her teeth as her eyes search his, “I am completely naked, waiting for you, in your bed, and you’re just gonna keep ignoring me? That’s not ridiculous to you?”

“I’m not ignoring you.”

“You are to!” She whines, “You’ve barely spoken two words to me and I’ve been shaking my ass for three days for you and you don’t even care!”

“You know, you can’t just swipe natures credit card to pay me off every time you do something stupid. Squeezing that booty into a small pair of shorts ain’t always gonna work.”

Her eyes light up a little as she smirks, “You did notice.”

He nods, “Sure did.”

“So, after all of that, you still wanna ignore me?” She squints again as she tilts her head, “Rude.”

“Stop it, I have not been ignoring you.”

“Have to.”

“Have not.”

“Have,” She pinches his side a little, causing him to squirm and chuckle, “To.”

She leans down and captures his lips quickly as her fingers continue to skirt up and down his side, tickling him thoroughly. He squirms more, his laugh filling the room as she giggles with him, kissing his lips every now and again. It’s been a tense week, hearing him laugh is a treat, “Don’t be mad at me anymore.” She whines again, poking out her bottom lip.

“Stop, stop!” He swats at her hand, his laughter dying down, “Okay, okay, okay,” He resolve giving way as he feels her heartbeat against his chest, “Under one condition.”

“What? Anything, just tell me.”

“We act as a team from now on.” He starts, cupping her cheek as his thumb rubs a small circle into her skin, “We need to talk to Gregory and Jesus about getting on board with us and I need you on my side. We move together,” He emphasizes, “We talk about what we’re thinking and feeling. No more sneaking out, no more lying… I don’t want to be this disconnected from you anymore. Deal?”

She nods happily, smiling a wide as she can, “Deal.” She shifts her eyes a little from him before wiggling down into his body, “So, about this whole me being naked thing.”

He grabs her behind with both hands, squeezing gently, “Oh, I’m sure we can do something about that.”


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Hi guys, I apologize, but I need your help again.

My mom got into an accident last Monday while she was cleaning our storage room. She was trying to organize some of the top shelves when she slipped and fell down on her hands and butt. According to mom, it didn’t hurt as much, so she just slapped on some Counterpain ointment on her wrists and hands and continued on.

She’s been in slight pain for the rest of the week, just going about household work and putting on the ointment for relief. It was painful, and it wasn’t going away. We bugged her today to go to the hospital to have that pain checked.

In addition to the fall making her trigger fingers worse (she’s been going to therapy for that), it turns out she tore her ligament. The doctor said that she has to undergo surgery as soon as possible, because it might get worse. She’s scheduled on Thursday, as that’s the earliest we could get.

The problem now is, it turns out her HMO can’t fully pay for the costs of the procedure and the fees. Right now, we’re still short of PHP 15,000 (around USD 300 at an exchange rate of PHP 49 to USD 1) and we don’t have a lot of funds because of the legal expenses we have for the thing with our grandpa concerning his death. (There’s another issue of a fight going on, and I don’t want to dwell too much on that.) If you can help out, my paypal is heyjaymitchell@yahoo.com.

I’m sorry if I’m asking once again, but I honestly don’t know where to go. And I can’t thank you enough if you help, even if it’s reblogging to spread the word.

Play Dates - Dave Hodgeman [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Dave Hodgeman/Reader, Stella Hodgeman, OC, Aubrey Miller

Word Count: 3836

Warning: Swearing, Oral (both receiving), fingering, nudity, slight public nudity, minor (very minor) injury. My part of a two part collab. and the second part is on its way from Lau. Proofread by the same angel who’s bringing you the ext lart, @thelittlestkitsune .


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Take On Me

Description: Spencer x Reader where they get in the shower to do NSFW things but somehow end up singing a duet.

A/N: I chose Take On Me by A-Ha cause it’s just such a fun song and I love a good 80′s jam. Sorry, I’m lame lol. I love writing Spence having fun, especially after seeing him so sad in season 12.

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OK, I keep seeing that post about Eiffel and Minkowski living together and as much as I love it, consider: Lovelace and Minkowski living together after Wolf 359 ends.

- Lovelace used to love looking at the stars, but now the sky and the world outside are overwhelmingly endless, and she can’t deal with it. She doesn’t want to leave the house, but she doesn’t want to be in the house, either. “Everything feels too heavy and too small and too big, all at the same time,” she tells Minkowski, and Minkowski’s idea is that Lovelace come outside into a tent with her. They buy bright outdoor lights to drown out most of the night sky, and for the first time in who knows how long Lovelace feels like the air is clean.

- One of them is always waking up in the night with the feeling of being in free-fall, but it’s not a dream, it’s a memory, and Hera’s not there and the station isn’t falling apart and the only thing they can do is sit on the couch for a while and watch dumb late-night TV together. 

- Minkowski puts on her show tunes and sings along to them in the house while cleaning (and she does clean, it’s a way to feel in control again), and Lovelace watches her and thinks about how she should have been onstage all along; the nightmares should never have been hers. 

- She encourages Minkowski to join the local theater troupe, at least do acting as a hobby, and Minkowski does. At an audition one day she channels her “serious commander” voice for the first time in ages and it lands her the part of Javert in Les Miserables, which is a bit strange for her but she can live with it. 

- Lovelace reminds Minkowski every day that she’s not human. Minkowski reminds Lovelace every day that humanity is overrated.

- Minkowski breaks her hand once, after she doesn’t sleep for three days in a row and someone on the radio says “Dear listeners” and it sounded like Eiffel but it wasn’t. She punches right through the cheap plaster of the wall, and Lovelace drives her to the hospital afterwards, ignoring how Minkowski is crying because she’d never, ever want it noticed. Minkowski patches up the hole herself as soon as the cast comes off, because she wants to mend what she broke. 

- Lovelace spends hours listening to radio static and hours more staring at her reflection in the mirror, trying to figure out who she is. Eventually Minkowski takes away the mirrors, but she leaves the radio.

- “Commander-” “Not anymore.”

- “What if none of it was real, and this is some kind of crazy, weird fever dream we’re trapped in?” “I don’t think I could dream you up.”

- Minkowski kisses Lovelace after she says that, presses up against her, trying to get as close as she possibly can. Her mouth almost burns, and Lovelace is surprised when she pulls away and feels tears on her cheeks.

- Minkowski learns that her husband remarried after she was declared dead. A high-school sweetheart of his. She can’t figure out why, if she loves Lovelace (and she does, she knows she does), she feels her heart is breaking. It lasts for a few days, and then she sells her wedding ring and engagement ring at a pawnshop and doesn’t look back.

Family (Yongguk x Reader) Fluff

Word Count: 1818

AN: Admin S here again! This is dedicated to my dear friend @y-ngguk who is a lovely ray of sunshine, enjoy this my dear! 

Warning: Cheesy, lame fluff

It wasn’t every day that Yongguk woke up to such a beautiful sight. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight that poured in through the windows, he looked at the girl lying in his arms, cuddled against him as her chest slowly rose and fell. Her (h/l) (h/c) was sprawled all over, messy as ever, her soft (s/c) glowing in the sunlight, making her look like a goddess.

Unconsciously, a soft smile its way on to his lips as he slowly pulled his arm from underneath her head, allowing himself to hover as his elbows supported his weight and he leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her nose, chuckling to himself. Seeing this had no effect on waking her up, he moved to her forehead, followed by her eyelids when she began to stir softly. “Wake up baby girl.” His deep voice whispered happily as she mumbled incoherently, moving her body closer to his, allowing his warmth to rub off on her.

Smiling, he kissed her jaw, before moving up to her cheeks, kissing the corner of her lips, as she stirred awake. “Mmm, what’s gotten into you today?” Her groggy voice asked, as she opened her eyes, only to be greeted by the most breath taking smile she’d ever seen. Yongguk had lied back down, facing her, using one hand support his weight and the other moving under the covers to grab her hand. “I have the most beautiful girl in the world in my arms, why shouldn’t I be happy?” He asked her, pulling her closer and kissed her soft hair, the familiar smell of her shampoo invading his nostrils.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, you can check on the kids later.” She whispered, burying her face in his neck, placing a soft kiss his neck. “Hmm, whatever you say love.” He replied.

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“Noona, what are you cooking?” Youngjae asked, walking into the kitchen, only to be greeted by his hyung’s girlfriend cooking, dressed in Yongguk’s sweater and sweatpants.

“You’ll find out soon, do you want to give me a hand? Yongguk went to wake everyone up.” She replied, as she continued to chop the strawberries. “Sure Noona!” Youngjae replied, stepping into the kitchen of the dorm to help her out. The pair continued to cook, with Youngjae chopping the various fruits and (Y/n) flipping the pancakes.

Yongguk walked in the kitchen, having gone around and woken up the other four. His eyes twinkled as he watched the love of his life interact with Youngjae, the pair laughing about some stupid joke as they moved around in the kitchen, he was so damn lucky to have her.

Soon, the other four piled into the kitchen, with (Y/n) ordering them all to take their spots at the dinner table as she and Youngjae brought out the food. A massive stack of pancakes for each of them, covered in various fruits and whipped cream. She surely was spoiling them.

“Noona, this is so good, it might even rival your cheesecakes.” Daehyun laughed, before digging into his plate and the others soon followed as (Y/n) laughed, before making her way towards Yongguk’s chair and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, leaning down so her head rested on his shoulder.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” He asked her, offering her a bite, which she gladly accepted. “I already ate before I made these for you guys, I hope you like them.” She grinned, her eyes twinkling with happiness as he gave her his adorable gummy smile.

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“Ok, Jongup, get the broom, Junhong, get the vacuum cleaner and Jung Daehyun, don’t you dare even think about sneaking off!” She yelled, causing Himchan and Youngjae to burst into laughter. The 7 of them were cleaning their dorm, which was a complete mess. It had been partially the reason that all of them were here today, otherwise, if it weren’t for (y/n)’s scary death glares, Yongguk would probably be locked away in his studio, Daehyun looking for random food shops and Himchan sleeping like the dead in his room.

It was a nice, peaceful period for the boys, they’d just finished their promotions for Rose and their world tour and were on break for a month or so. Himchan’s fracture had gotten much better, almost completely healed and Jongup’s stomach was much better.

“Youngjae, Himchan, Yongguk, start cleaning the kitchen and living room, the studio and the backyard, me and these three will do all the individual rooms, the bathrooms and the basement. Now get to work, if I see anyone slacking, I’m not making you boys dinner.” She commanded and heard a chorus of “yeses” and groans in response as all 7 of them got to work.

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“Finally, it was a pigsty in this dorm, how do you even get this messy?” She asked, throwing the last rubbish bag in the bin and dusting her hands. “It’s the hyungs, especially Youngjae and Daehyun.” Junhong commented, snickering.

“Ok, get yourselves cleaned up now, and then I’m gonna get groceries for you all, you can’t keep living off bread and nutella.” She remarked, moving towards Yongguk’s old room so she could use his bathroom. Yongguk followed her, closing the door behind them as all the kids went off to clean themselves.

“Thank you so much.” He commented, wrapping his arms around her frame as she pulled her hair out of the bun it was in. “It’s nothing love, you guys are family, and they’re my kids too.” She laughed, turning around, gently rubbing her nose against his as she closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Seriously, I don’t know what we all would do without you.” He smiled, leaning his forehead against hers, enjoying the peace and calm of the moment. It were the moments like these that gave him strength, the inspiration, the motivation to continue the strive to make music, to lead BAP to the best of his abilities.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you dorks.” She responded, truly meaning it from the bottom of her heart, the boys were really her family now, all of them and having been together with Yongguk for the past 4 years, she saw their weaknesses, their strengths, their happy moments and their low moments. She’d been Yongguk’s rock during the lawsuit, consistently encouraging not only him but all 6 of them to not give up hope, she was the one that made sure Yongguk ate, and as often as she  could get time off from work, she was with them, listening to them, cooking for them, doing whatever it took to make sure they were not spiralling into a downwards spiral.

“I love you.” Yongguk replied, opening his eyes to see her smiling face. Moments like these were rare but the pair adored them equally. “I love you too love.” She responded.

“But you’re stalling my shower, I still have to go out and buy food and then cook. I’ve got 5 hungry kids to feed.” She laughed, pulling herself off him. “5 hungry kids eh? When did you become a mother huh?” Yongguk laughed, pulling away.

“Let me rephrase that then, 2 children, 2 teens, a mother and an old grandfather, yeah, that’s my family.” She laughed, winking at him before making her way into the bathroom, grabbing her clothes on the way in.

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“Noona, I’ll come with you!” Jongup volunteered, getting up from the couch when (Y/n) asked one of them to accompany her to the supermarket. “Come on, let’s go.” She replied, grabbing her wallet as the pair made their way out of the dorm. Jongup sported a large baggy hoodie, the hood being pulled up to hide his face and a black face mask.

“Noona, I have to ask you about something.” He said as she grabbed a loaf of bread from the bakery. “Go on Jongup-ah, what is it? Why do you sound so tense?” She asked, looking back at him, sensing the tension in his voice.

“Noona, there, there’s this girl, I-I, re-really li-like her.” He stuttered, playing with his hands, avoiding eye contact with his hyung’s girlfriend as he explained his situation. “Jongup! Who is she? Oh my gosh, I can’t believe this.” She smiled back at the boy, ruffling his hair as he had now taken his hoodie off.

“Noona..” He grinned, rubbing the back of his head, his face heating up and turning red. “My little pup is in love, come on, you have to tell me everything!” She gushed, pushing the trolley forward as they continued grocery shopping and she gave him advice as how to ask his girl out.

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“We are young, wild and free.” (Y/n) softly sang, stirring the ramen, softly moving her hips to the song before two strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close.

“I know we’re better together.” He continued, singing Zelo’s part in a rather high pitched voice, trying to imitate the maknae but failing miserably. “You should stick to the deep, gruff bits Jagi, they suit you better.” (Y/n) smiled, turning her head around and pecking his cheek. The pair were alone in the kitchen, thus having an intimate moment.

“It smells delicious, I can’t wait.” He mumbled against her neck. “Set the table, get the others to help you, especially Dae, he slacked off while cleaning.” She laughed and Yongguk nodded, following her command.

Dinner was a bliss, (Y/n) sat next to Yongguk on the table, leaning against his shoulder when she was done as she watched the boys crack ridiculous jokes as they ate their dessert, homemade cheesecake, which Daehyun hogged the majority.

Yongguk pulled his hand under the table, intertwining his fingers with his beloved’s, feeling her cold hands in his warm ones, he felt at peace, this was his family, and he cherished them all.

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“Aish this girl, Junhong-ah, wake up.” Yongguk smiled, all 7 of them had been watching some lame movie and during the movie, (Y/n) had fallen asleep on Yongguk’s shoulder, with Junhong’s head in her lap as he fell asleep too.

Groaning as he woke, Junhong got up, rubbing his eyes as he made his way towards his room, leaving Yongguk and (y/n) behind. “Let’s get you into bed Jagi.” Yonnguk smiled, pulling his arms around her and hoisting her up in this arms, carrying her carefully to his room. (Y/n) snuggled closer to him, and he smiled, putting her down in bed and tucking her under the covers as he joined her from the other side, pulling her close to him as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Thank you so much Jagi, you make me the happiest man alive, thank you for being part of my family.” He mumbled, placing a kiss on her hair before closing his eyes, feeling content as he held her in his arms.

anonymous asked:

“I don’t want you.” + cs

2 of you asked for this same prompt within like 10 minutes of each other haha here’s my ridiculously fluffy take. (here’s the list of prompts if you’re interested)

She’s in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up while she cleans the dishes. Under her breath, she hums a song she’d heard on the radio earlier that day. Bubbles in the sink crawl up her arm a little and she sighs, glancing out the window at the neighbor’s house.

“Emma?” Killian calls out. The front door closes in his wake and she turns in time to see her husband approach her with a wild grin on his face. He looks grimy, as if he’d been out on his boat all day, which is exactly what he’s been up to.

“Hi,” Emma smiles, happy to see him. “How was it? Did my dad have fun?”

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The nightmares don’t stop with all of them sleeping in the same bed, but they do get easier to deal with. It takes a while, but eventually they learn what each of them needs.

Jonathan needs them to talk to him, not about anything in particular, and keep their distance for a while. Steve’s the best at it, with his ability to talk about anything for as long as needed, asking Nancy short, simple questions she can answer when concern chokes up her throat and keeps her silent. One night Steve ended up listing off baseball stats for nearly an hour before Jonathan’s shoulders had finally untensed and he’d come back to them.

“I don’t think it was even that much quieter without Will in the house, but it felt that way. I thought it was gonna be that quiet forever.”

Steve’s the opposite. He needs touch, he always has. They fold him into their arms and press soft kisses against his skin while he runs his hands over whatever part of them he can. The three of them end up plastered together, legs intertwined and fingers interlocked, Steve soundly asleep between them. Nancy wonders how he can deal with the warmth of them both, especially in the summer when the air hangs hot and humid in the room and sheets stick to their skin. He never seems to mind.

“Sometimes, in my dreams, I don’t come back in time. Or I don’t come back at all. I just need to know you’re both still here.”

Nancy rarely goes back to sleep after, she needs something to remind her where she’s at, which side of existence she’s on. They play cards, or watch late night tv on grainy screens, or the boys will sit with her while she takes apart and cleans her gun. When they’re home, at any of their homes, the three of them sit and watch movies. Steve always ends up pillowed on her legs and snoring softly, and Jonathan tries to stay up with her but usually falls asleep curled up against her side. She doesn’t sleep after, but with her boys bracketing her in, she breaths a little better.

“There was nothing on the other side. I could here you but I couldn’t see anyone and I’ve never felt so alone in my life.”

They aren’t okay, any of them, but they get through it all. As long as they have each other.

And While We Live (chapter 2)

Uncle Lambert’s little helper

previously

It was so windy… So loud. Such a turmoil inside my body. It looked like my organs had separated from their cavities  and stood in suspension for a while, before they return to their place. I felt my hair in the air, I felt so light.

Glasgow, present day

She had dreamed of that day, tonight. And she had dreamed of Uncle Lamb again. It was all a mess in her sleepy mind… Opening the curtains of her bedroom, she noted how the clouds seemed to match the turmoil going inside her brain. They were white and grey and so, so angry. I am not angry. I am confused, I am tired of battling demons I don’t recognize. Adapting to a new place, a new job, a new time (JHRC!!), was not easy. Letting go of the past, of the literal past, felt like tearing up an arm. But she had made a promise to her Uncle, a promise she was hell bent on keeping.

A few months after moving into her apartment, Claire was still in a whirlwind of new things, shiny discoveries, amazing places that she reached without leaving the same spot. On that Netflix programme, she found and watched the most amazing film - “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade”. Sean Connery reminded her so much of her Uncle Lamb, that she found herself putting it on for company and comfort, while she cleaned or cooked.

Uncle Lambert knew. He knew a lot and while he hadn’t prepared her for it, he had left everything ready for a life she had to now live as if she hadn’t had one before. She was thinking about her old life, as she made her coffee and toast. The war was over, it was time to think about other things. About marriage, about family, about where in the world Uncle Lambert was now. About not wanting to stop being a nurse… What would Frank think about that? Quentin Lambert Beauchamp was a Blitz survivor, a true bachelor of the english kind. If he was a wanderer before, the war had just turned him into a bigger one. While he hadn’t asked to raise Claire and certainly wasn’t a by-the-book child tutor, he had done a good job. Claire was who she was, in part, because of the life she had led with this man. All the adventures, the stories, the work, letting her be who she wanted and do things considered not proper for an english little lady or lady to be…

After the stones, however, Claire had a turmoil of doubts about Uncle Lamb. The pieces of the puzzle started to be put together quickly after her arrival.

In the 30s, Lambert Beauchamp had settled for a bit in merry old England while Hitler rose to power. He had decided to teach at Oxford. There, a few years later, Claire met one of her uncle’s students, Frank Randall: dashing historian, older man. Uncle Lambert liked Frank and never stated any sign of approval, or disapproval, for that matter, regarding the relationship. But he did insist on them not getting married right away, not for the wrong reasons, or so she thought… “Wait until we settle this mess, my darling girl.” This mess being WW2. Claire saw right through him and while Frank would have liked to be legally married, Claire followed Lambert’s advice. Nothing prevented them from meeting and act like husband and wife when their leaves from duty allowed it. What was a piece of paper? But now, it seemed Uncle Lamb simply didn’t want that tie to exist, that legal impediment. What else Uncle Lamb, what else? Frank and Claire had seen each other and had a good relationship and courtship for a year, until war erupted. The United Kingdom did its call to arms, Claire followed her calling and trained as a nurse… you said it would be the appropriate thing for a woman, Frank, but if you saw me now… And if you had listened to me then… and Frank put his knowledge to the service of the MI6 after being recruited from officer training.

Their correspondence kept them alive to each other, the rare but well enjoyed encounters had been good. And they were planning on getting married once the war was over. In the autumn of 1945, they were in Scotland, in Inverness, in a magical romantic inn. They had been together for a few days. They would have gotten married on *that* day, if it weren’t for Uncle Lambert’s accident, that delayed his trip north. Accident…? It was going to happen the day after, if it weren’t… If it weren’t. More than 70 years had passed, it literally felt like yesterday. Claire also thought about those days with some longing, but with a tug in her heart, a question mark forged into her sixth sense. After years of seeing each other scarcely, of two day trips where the needs of the flesh were more urgent, after letters that were rare towards the end and in which a quick “hello, I’m alive, I’m alright” seemed enough, there had been some awkward conversations, some clouds of doubt that were quick to dissipate when the adrenaline of the decision of getting married rose in her heart and in his pleading arguments.

Claire’s loneliness made her heart ache for Frank and what could have been… But she had made a promise to her dear Uncle. She promised to carry on living, she promised to follow her dreams, she promised to not look for him, she promised not to look for Frank. There had been a Claire Beauchamp in 1945. Unfortunately killed in action, or so the documents said *snort*. But there was a new Claire Beauchamp in the 21st century, born in 1989. One that had in her hands a pack of letters to open, in order, per another request.

“Please madonna, please follow your uncle’s instructions and open one by one, follow the dates on the envelopes. Trust us.” “Please Claire, ye have to promise us.” She was still so confused, so dizzy, but these people were there, they knew her, they knew Uncle Lamb, they were standing in the middle of the square in Inverness while she was running around looking, wanting to go to the police because surely someone must’ve stolen her car after. “I feel asleep picking flowers. That was it! I must’ve forgot to have a decent breakfast.” They were there when she started looking around and getting out of her frenzy state into a slightly more frenzy scottish town with cars that really weren’t cars, street signs that she did not recognize, clothes that looked strange. Everything was the same and everything was different. The short froggy man and the tall read headed woman approached her, casually, “Hello Claire, please keep calm.” “WHERE AM I?” They smiled like she hadn’t just screamed, like she had just said hello how are you dear friend. “Please Claire, we are friends, we are here at the request of your Uncle… I’m Gillian, this is Raymond.” And so she went.

Claire shook off the memories, the doubts, the questions. Every three months she opened a letter, an action that left her with more questions than before. She had been so tempted to look for them. When the loneliness was almost strangling her. But she kept the promise.

Putting the mug in the sink, she checked her reflection in the mirror, applied lipstick, tucked her shirt in her jeans, put on her coat and went off to another day of classes. As she turned to close the door on her building and check something in her purse, a black motorbike stopped at the traffic light in the road ahead. The helmet didn’t quite completely hid the mop of red hair peeking underneath. The biker liked what he saw, when he turned his head while waiting for the light to change.

Have a great weekend! :) 

Always

This season has been a long, dark torturous ride for us all. Until last night. I woke up this morning, alone again, but not really. Over the past few months, I’ve wrapped myself in the blanket of the Olicity Fandom. It’s been a place where I can channel my own personal grief and loss over losing my wife. It has helped, (through writing fanfiction and metas) to start processing my loneliness and sorrow. Last night’s episode was another leg of that journey. So I just wanted to begin this analysis by thanking all of you.

I read a post this morning that MG received, basically telling him to fuck off for bringing back the Olicity trash. And then this cheerful and colorful person asked Marc to please not do it.

Too late, my gregarious hater, too late.

Happy birthday, Oliver. I should be so blessed with my own, (which is next week by the way, on the 27th.) There were fantastic moments during the festivities. As I watched them, I could hear the fandom squealing and screaming and cooing in my head. But there were two moments that really stood out and motivated me to climb into my office chair and fire up the laptop.

The first was when Oliver told Felicity he thought her ruse to have dinner with him was a possible date. Felicity responded with—“We can take it one step at a time.” Not I or you—we. As in together. As in who let the elephant (that crowded them all season) out of the room. The look on Oliver’s face when he told her he’d like that very much was akin to someone winning a lottery. With the crazy pacing that Arrow utilizes, I think those steps Felicity mentioned could end up as a sprint to the wedding alter. One thing I would say to Oliver though; it isn’t hypothetical, dude. When they do decide to hook up for good, there won’t be any anxious first date vibes we got in 301. When Felicity reminded him (and it was a reminder) of their Pacific Coast Trail excursion, of their intimate nights spent under the mountain stars, I thought to myself their next “date” won’t be in a restaurant or a trip to the zoo. Break out the camping gear Oliver—she wants a repeat performance.

The “hypothetically dating my ex-fiancé” line and Felicity’s big, beautiful smile in response to it just melted me in my recliner. Her telling Oliver that they won and he can put his feet up and relax—well, it felt like coming home. The little tug on his tie just emphasized it. These two are crazy in love and it showed in this scene. Doubters and haters beware—it’s only going to grow larger.

The next great moment related to the party for me was Felicity and Curtis on the phone. Curtis wanted gossip: give me all the details, the sexual tension you could cut with a knife, the sexy dress, the heart eyes, (okay, that one was mine.) The last time they talked about her and Oliver like this was last summer in the Bunker. He called them a power couple. He brought up the longing looks, the supposition that Felicity shouldn’t have broken up with Oliver, the way Oliver looks at her. Felicity was taken aback, probably because it was true. It was still in her heart if not right in front of her. The trust issues and William and not seeing the point in being in a relationship with Oliver—it was all still simmering in her. And then Oliver came in with Chinese food and Curtis made an obvious exit after mentioning the wine. Food and drink, mutual desire, the salmon ladder—it all came together for them, they came together…

Okay, I had to refill my coffee cup and take a cold shower. Anyway, when Curtis was talking about her and Oliver while she was cleaning up, I half expected Felicity to start giggling—not in embarrassment but in confirmation.

Post party Olicity. Another couple of moments I wanted to look at. The obvious one was Oliver telling Felicity he wanted her with him in the Bunker, not as Overwatch or the brilliant computer genius or the trusted crime fighting partner. He wanted the love of his life by his side. It wasn’t because she needed his protection. It wasn’t tactical or practical or logical. It was him needing to be with her, to breathe her in, to not wanting her to be apart from him ever again.

And Felicity needed to hear this from Oliver. What they shared at the party only established this for both of them. Felicity was just checking to make sure. Ever since their breakup, it’s been about Oliver striving to become the man she deserved. She told him this after their Bunker sex. She wanted his pain, his doubts, his worries, and his darkness—all of it. He gave that to her in 520. And showed it 100% last night.

Just before Felicity and Diggle agreed with Oliver’s plan to split up, (reluctantly by Felicity) there was that moment Oliver said William was the purist part of him. He put his son in danger because what Oliver became on the island came back to Starling City and created Prometheus.  I could sense Felicity wanting to hold him and give her love and support. That is coming sooner than we think, folks.

Instead, they held each other’s hands. It was brief, but it was huge. It showed me their connection. It showed me, more than any other time in their relationship, they can weather adversity and tragedy and distance and pain—and be strong for one another, more than they’ve ever been before.

Curtis was right. They are a power couple.

Next week is going to be awesome. There is nothing now in Oliver and Felicity’s way. Whoever or whatever tries to pull them apart will only make them stronger. It is their legacy. As Felicity told Oliver in 411—it’s who they are.

Always.

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She’s ready

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1313

Requested by Anon: Hi Hun! I don’t want to bother you but do you think you could do a cute Dean x Reader where reader got pregnant not long after he proposed, but on a hunt a witch turns Sam into a toddler temporarily and Dean realizes his little girl will have the best mommy ever when tiny Sam accidentally calls y/n “mommy”?

A/N: I’m sorry for any mistakes, my native language is not English.

Warning: fluff, cute stuff

The sun caressed the window, offering you a good view of the sunset. You looked outside of the motel room while cuddling fondly your belly that was growing days after days. Your life had been difficult. A hunter life was hard, sad and lonely. But you were now happy. Since you had met the Winchesters, your life had changed. Sam was like a brother to you and you find love with Dean. You were happy together and he wasn’t perfect in romance, but he was the man you needed and you loved.

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Seeking Refuge

A random one shot that came out of no where. I was working on other things and it bullied its way to the front of the line. Some entry level whump and body appreciation. Nothing too scandalous. Not beta’d. You’ve been warned.

Also on Ao3

Summary:

Out of the corner of her eye Emma Swan spotted something sticking out of the snow. She knew she should press on, but curiosity got the better of her and she changed course to go investigate. Nothing could have prepared her for what she found.

Lying there, with a layer of snow starting to cover him, was a man. Blood was crusted along his dark hairline and had dried in streaks down his face. He was terribly cold to the touch, but she could feel a faint pulse and see puffs of frozen breath escaping his mouth.

She didn’t have time to wonder who he was or how he got there. He needed to get warm before his body shut down.


Nothing.

Out in the cold, with a blizzard moving in, for nothing. All her traps were empty and it was getting dark. She needs to get herself and the dogs back to the cabin before they get caught in a white out.

Guiding her sled over the frozen ground, her lead dog’s attention was drawn to the right. She searched over the expansive white ground to find out what was distracting her, and slowing them from reaching the safety of home. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted something sticking out of the snow. She knew she should press on, but curiosity got the better of her and she changed course to go investigate.

Nothing could have prepared her for what she found.

Lying there, with a layer of snow starting to cover him, was a man. Blood was crusted along his dark hairline and had dried in streaks down his face. He was terribly cold to the touch, but she could feel a faint pulse and see puffs of frozen breath escaping his mouth.

She didn’t have time to wonder who he was or how he got there, and couldn’t just leave him to succumb to the elements, he needed to get warm before his body shut down. With great effort she managed to roll him onto the sled and set course again for her cabin.

What little light that had been left was completely gone by the time she reached home. She unharnessed the dogs and secured them into their kennel before turning back to the stranger, still unconscious on the sled. She wasn’t sure how she’d managed it, but she somehow got him off the sled and into the cabin. Leaving him lying on the floor in front of the fire, she tended to the sled and final tasks before hunkering down for the storm.

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