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Ok, but you cannot tell me Clint Barton isn’t from New Jersey. Like South Jersey too.

Everytime he hears someone say ”Taylor Ham” he screams ”It’s pork roll!” He’s not north enough to be a Giants fan, so obviously he’s a Eagles fan. One time he and Natasha go undercover as Giants fans. He. is. having. none. of. it. And the Avengers? Have no clue. They thought he hated blueberries and corn because he never, ever eats them. Until of course they’re at a charity event in Princeton and he eats 2 pints of blueberries cause its been so long. The Avengers don’t know until they try to plan a beach trip. They talk about beach chairs and umbrellas when he walks in and goes ”What are you guys going to the shore.” Tony, Steve, and Peter? Collectively lose their crap.

#the avengers #mcu #clint barton #hawkeye #new jeresy #marvel

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you are not weak – you are so resilient and strong

its ok to rest

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Cold Hearted (2)

This is for @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan's Hamilton Lyric challenge!! feedback is welcome

The first part

Y/n, once the very spirit of Asgard, suddenly went dim. She never showed her face in public, only for meals, if that. But Thor and Sif? They saw a lot of her. For the 12 hours a day she was awake, she spent them all training. Y/n swore that the next time there was a fight, she would be in the center of it. For 2 years she trained. Working herself practically to death just because she could. But never would she expect Thor to come knocking on her door. “Go away, Thor.” Her voice was hoarse. It was the first time she spoke in months. “But y/n, he’s alive.” Thor said urgently, but as gently as possible. “Where?” “Earth, but y/n you should know he’s not the man we once knew.” “I’m not sure he ever was.” **************** Thor didn’t even argue with y/n when she said she was coming. He simply nodded, and she was grateful for it. The flight to earth was, less than ideal to say the least. But they did manage to find Loki, he was moving through the air on some kind of ship. Thor popped open the door. What happened next was a blur. Thor grabbed Loki and jumped off the ship. Leaving y/n to jump off by herself. When she got down to where the brothers were she said nothing. They had their moment. But she was saving hers. Waiting until the right moment so she could make the right call. As soon as she landed, Loki attempted to approach her. “My love,” He said. But thank Odin for Thor. He blocked Loki’s advances. “After what you put her through brother, you do not deserve to be in her presence.” “But my love,” Loki started again. “Listen well brother-“ Thor said, pushing Loki against the rock, and getting taken out by a flash of light. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I am. You did not deserve this.” Loki tried, yet again. “You’re alive.” Was all she said. “Yes and I have big plans for this planet. I would wish you to be part of it, please.” He seemed to be genuine. “Okay.” She said, only half believing him. “For right now, just play along with Thor and his buddies. I will come for you when the time is right.” “Okay,” she said again, quieter this time. She hated him.

******************* “He killed 80 people in two days.” The redheaded woman, Natasha, said. 80 people? Loki was worse than y/n had thought. “He’s adopted.” Thor tried to reason. The others continued to talk. But y/n didn’t pay attention. She was too consumed with thoughts of her ex-lover. What happened to him? That wasn’t important. He looked as though he was tortured. But he brought this on himself hadn’t he? He let go. Loki let go, of his life, of his crown, of her. He did it on purpose. She hated him for it. Two years ago she wouldn’t have thought it possible to hate him. But now? It seemed natural, fated to be. ***************** Loki was not subtle. When the “time was right” was when he practically brought down the entire helicarrier.

Loki ran to get her as soon as he was free. He whisked her off to another jet. “My love the world will soon be ours.” He whispered in her ear, holding her tight. “As long as I’m with you, I don’t care.” She whispered back. ******************** They set up the device at Stark Tower. It wasn’t long before Iron Man got there. He was not happy, seeing Loki’s arm around y/n. “You’re a traitor to your people, you know that?” He accused. But y/n held Loki tighter. “And yet Loki is the only one that matters.” Y/n pecked Loki on the cheek. Iron Man shot a beam of light and flew out the window. Loki turned towards me. “That was wonderful darling. You were amazing.” “Thank you, love,” y/n said. Loki might have had an army to command, but he seemed insistent on making up for lost time. He wrapped y/n in his arms, she just held him. She fit into him perfectly.

When they pulled appart, y/n lunged at Loki with everything she had in her. She kicked and punched until he was on the ground with a knife to his throat. “But y/n we’re soulmates!You love me!” Loki protested, visibly confused. “I lied.” Was all she would manage. “So why did you lie?”

Tears were straming down her face. “I learned that from you.”

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#loki x y/n #angst #loki angst #loki x you #avengers #marvel

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Cold Hearted pt. 1

This is for star-spangled-man-with-a-plan's Hamilton lyric challenge! Please enjoy!!! And Feed back is always appreciated!!!!

Y/n was in the royal library. Y/n, was in his library. How could she be here? Why was she here? Loki was nervous.

Not because he liked this woman. That couldn’t be the reason. But what was he to do? He did the logical thing and hid behind bookcases.

Y/n wasn’t interested in him though. She was walking all around the library looking for something. Loki wished she would find it so he could go back to reading.

“Ugh, where are the poetry books in this place?” Y/n said, voice full of aggravation.

“Perhaps,” Loki said, making y/n jump. “I could help you, love.” Love? Why did he call her that? He didn’t mean to call her that. When did he move from behind his bookcase?

“Oh, could you!” She said. Loki noticed how bright she was. Everything she did was animated and over the top. He wondered if that was on purpose.

“So what kind of poetry are you looking for.” He offered her his arm.

“Something good? I really have no idea.” She said, taking it.

“Hmm, well I know a bit about poetry. But it goes so much better with tea and the night sky.”

“Like a date?” Y/n asked rather quietly.

“Yes, that is unless you don’t want it to be.”

“That sounds lovely Loki.”

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The date had gone well. Loki charmed her, as he always does. She charmed him, as she’s had practice. Soon their romance took off with passionate start.

Many thought y/n was stupid or under his spell. But if anything he was under her’s. He was totally and completely in love. you i

Their romance was born of late nights and tea. Of old books and libraries. The stars and poetry. Passionate as a burning star but gentle as a flower. Their love took Asgard by storm.

Many thought she was just a flower, delicate and pretty. Something to be protected. She let them think that, but never let down her guard.

All was well and all was good.

Until Thor was banished from the realm. Odin fell into an Odin sleep, and Loki, Loki became king.

He was born to it. He treated his subjects better than his Father ever did. But there was something….off about him.

One day, on their daily walks, y/n worked up the courage to ask him why.

“Oh it’s nothing, my dear.” He said waving it off. “Troubles of being a king.” He kept walking, faster now, like he was trying to escape.

“Honey, I know you’re the Prince of Lies, but you promised you would never lie to me.” Y/n said gently

“What makes you think I’m lying?” He said, walking faster still.

Y/N grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. “Because I know you Loki Odinson, I know you inside and out.” She cupped his face and he melted into her touch.

“That’s not my name.” He said quietly, looking down.

“What do you mean my love?” She was trying to meet his eye.

He sighed, and looked past her head. “It means nothing. Nothing to concern yourself with anyway.” He was back to his cheerful self, the walls came up. Blocking her out, again. He continued walking, without her on his arm. But she would run after him. She always did.

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The bifrost was broken. No one could attempt to go to another world. And worst of all? They all blamed Loki.

Loki, who was dead.

Loki, her lover.

Loki, the Prince of Asgard.

Loki, the Prince of Lies.

Prince of Lies.

Lies.

Did he lie to her?

He said he never would.

But he was Loki, her lover.

Loki, who was dead.

Loki, the Prince of Asgard.

Loki, the Prince of Lies.

He must have lied. Thor said Loki let go. Thor had him and Loki let go. Why would he let go? If he loved her would he want to live? Surely, he would have wanted to live. So why did he let go?

Loki, who was dead.

Wasn’t her lover.

Prince of Asgard.

But maybe that was a lie too. He said it wasn’t his name. He looked nothing like his parents...was anything real.

Loki was dead, not her lover, not Prince of Asgard.

He was the Prince of Lies.

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A/N: everything is being really glitchy tonight so if you see something that doesn't belong or is misspelled I apologize. I hope you enjoyed!!

#Loki #Hamilton #loki fluff #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson #loki odison x reader #loki odinson

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F. I on the other hand have many ideas, but no talent to speak of

I miss having the time to write. I also miss having ideas of what to write...

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oh goodness, this didn’t come up in my tags until now! thank you so much!!

Dec Master - Becca’s Reblog Challenge

So it’s the last month, and I can honestly say that this challenge had been nothing but enjoyable. All year-round I’ve reblogged fics, leaving nice comments and I’ve had a lot of authors respond positively to them! I’ve had a lot more interaction on this blog than I have ever in the many years I’ve been writing fanfic.

I’d like to thank all the writers whose work was reblogged, not only in December but all the year, it’s been incredible to share this experience with you all and I hope that I can continue reblogging and commenting and expect the same from anybody else participating! <3 

As always you can find the challenge HERE. As also as always the banner is by @beccaanne814

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I LOVE THIS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW

Rats - Bucky x Enhanced!Reader (f)

Authors notes: Since I got more votes for this to be a one-shot, here goes nothing. I hope y'all like this as I’ve been in a bit of a block recently. Not sure if I’m all the way out of it yet but, hey, at least I finished something.

Word Count: 5.6K

Notes/Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, past trauma, death, mentions of blood and violence, use of guns, stress and extreme pressure, some fluff that may or may not make up for the rest and a hidden trope if you look hard enough.

Masterlist

 “I don’t like this, Buck.” You said from the corner of the tiny, damp, room. “I don’t like this.”

Your anxiety was about to pique. You rocked on the floor with your knees pulled tight to your chest.

Bucky sighed as he finally walked away from the iron cell door. “Yeah,” When he got a good look at you, at just how much you were unravelling, he crouched down beside you. He reached his hands out but didn’t touch you, unsure if that would help or make it worse. “Hey, Y/N, hey. It’s- it’s gonna be fine.”

Before you had time to process the thought, you crawled into his arms, trying the whole time not to sob out loud. There was no stopping the tears but you could at least stop yourself from wailing. “I can’t be back here. They’ll make me do it again.”

Bucky squeezed you and wrapped himself around you. “I need you to do something for me. It’s important.”

You looked up at him.

“Close your eyes.”

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aww so cutee

IKEA furniture

Summary: You, Sam and Bucky try to put together IKEA furniture.

Bucky Barnes x reader (platonic), Sam Wilson x reader (platonic)

Word count: 226

Masterlist

“Where the fuck does this part go?” “I’m pretty sure you’re holding the plan upside down Sam” “what are you talking about this is correct- oh you’re right.”

For some reason you thought it was a great idea to move in with Sam and Bucky, you were regretting that now though…

“Don’t hit my thumb!” “I’m nowhere near your thumb Bucky stop being a little bitch” “both of you shut up I’m trying to figure out where to put this”

You were trying to build some IKEA furniture, clearly this was not one of their talents. Not that you were doing any better at it, but you weren’t going to admit that.

“You mother-” “Sam!” “He hit my thumb!” “Bucky!” “It was an accident-” “no it wasn’t.” “yeah, it wasn’t.” you just sighed, done with their boulshit.  

“I think this goes there-” “but there are no holes in that one” “oh.” Hitting the plank in its place once more you gasp before shouting “it fits!” “Hell yeah!” “Finally.”  

“… Now the other half-” “shut up”

And that’s how the lot of you ended sitting on the floor, take out in front of you and a movie playing on the TV. Blankets and pillows were thrown around the room to make it more comfortable.  

“Maybe we should just call Steve tomorrow…” “great idea” “yeah let’s do that.”

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im glad I could make you feel good!! cause this is just ugh *chiefs kiss* so amazing. and honestly what I’ve wanted for my character for a long time. also how you tied in avengers, x men AND defenders? could not be more amazing?

The mutant in the pub (epilogue)

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Summary: Finally everything seems to look better for everyone.

Warnings: none, maybe language?

A/N: So, this serie is officially at its end! I wanted to thank every single one of you who read it and left feedback! This was my first series so, really, thank you so much for standing with me! I hope you enjoy this epilogue too! Said that, I’m already working on something new so… stay tuned ;)

Part 18

It was 2 in the morning and (Y/n) was cleaning the bar. Luke’s pub was almost close and his owner himself had gone home some time ago, telling her to ‘enjoy herself’ but also reminding her to close up before leaving. It was almost empty, except for that group of superheroes still laughing at one of the tables.

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HOLY CRAP THAT WAS GOOD. I literally could not put it down. And everything wove together just so nicely ughhh that was just sososososo good! you should be so proud of this series and the fact that this is your first one? magnificent amazing fantastic! I can’t wait to see what you’re gonna do in future

The mutant in the pub (epilogue)

Pairings: Bucky x reader

Summary: Finally everything seems to look better for everyone.

Warnings: none, maybe language?

A/N: So, this serie is officially at its end! I wanted to thank every single one of you who read it and left feedback! This was my first series so, really, thank you so much for standing with me! I hope you enjoy this epilogue too! Said that, I’m already working on something new so… stay tuned ;)

Part 18

It was 2 in the morning and (Y/n) was cleaning the bar. Luke’s pub was almost close and his owner himself had gone home some time ago, telling her to ‘enjoy herself’ but also reminding her to close up before leaving. It was almost empty, except for that group of superheroes still laughing at one of the tables.

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THIS IS SO CUTE and just sosososo soft amazing 10/10

còsagach

Bucky x Reader | Word Count: 511 | Warning: Bucky being soft af🥺

Summary: You & Bucky share a soft moment in bed before drifting off to sleep.

A/N: I’ve had this little series of one shots planned for a very long time and I was inspired to write a lil somethin’ somethin’ last night. You can find the collection here.

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

It’s late in the evening, around one in the morning when Bucky finally settles into bed. You’ve already been nestled between the sheets and quilt for a few hours, your current read tucked up under your chin and the soft glow of the bedside lamp illuminating each peak and valley of your features. You greet him with a gentle hum of acknowledgment as he gets comfortable beside you. He lays, like always, on his right side, flesh arm tucked up under his head so that he can watch you read. Admittedly, it’s one of his favorite activities to do, one of his favorite places to be. The domesticity of it all left a feeling of hope, so pure and raw, deep in his bones; the hope that this is what his life can be despite all that has been done.

With the soft turn of your novel’s page, a content sigh passes your lips, and Bucky thinks that maybe you feel the same way; perhaps this is what you want your life to be, too. Late nights put to rest with a bedtime story, and the knowledge that any monsters hiding under the bed will be fought off together.

“You’re staring,” you laugh as you side-eye him. Your smile and the way it scrunches your face, how your cheeks grow full of love and happiness reserved just for him, is the most beautiful thing Bucky has ever seen. He decides then that you deserve to be reminded of how wonderful you are always and forever.

“I just think you’re beautiful, that’s all,” comes his lazy response. He’s tired, knows he will slip into the warm grasp of unconsciousness before you find a good stopping point in your book. But that’s okay because whatever makes you happy makes him happy too.

With a quick shift and a slight pull in his direction, Bucky tucks his metal arm - the arm he never knew was capable of a tender, loving touch - firmly around your middle and rests his head just under your chest. You let out a surprised huff and peek around your book at him.

“Would you like me to turn off the light?” you ask gently, always so concerned about him and his comfort. He shakes his head, uses it as an excuse to nuzzle further into you. Only a few moments pass before your hand finds its way to his hair, soft fingers running along his hairline before burying themselves into the brunette locks. It’s his turn to let out a hum when you start to massage and rake across his scalp the way he enjoys. The gentle rise and fall of your breaths and the sound of your heartbeat lull him quietly into sleep, but not before he hears you murmur, “I love you.”

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Im literally crying...for someone who is going to be watching the ball drop alone (in a house with other people) this really hurts. Its so so so stinking sweet. Especially since I was just thinking about it. God, why does your writing always gotta do this to me?

Traditions

A Bucky x Reader One-Shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1660

Summary: Bucky surprises you, and you ring in the New Year together.

Warnings: Pure fluff, a wee bit of Reader self-doubt

A/N: This one shot is for my dear friend @emmabarnes​. I hope you like it sweetie, and I hope you have a great New Year! <3 <3 It’s also for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​‘s home for the holidays challenge, day 31–New Years, AND @sevans-is-my-weakness​ Festive Foolery – Midnight kiss!

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God thats so stinking cute. Can I have a Bucky after my family’s parties?

Home for Christmas- Bucky x Reader

A/N: I wrote this as a Christmas present  for @tatortot2701. She is the greatest and if you aren’t already following her, I highly recommend you do.

Merry Christmas, darling!!!

  The holidays.

  The holidays can bite me.

  Everyone gets all stressed out over buying the right gift, going to the right parties and impressing people who are going to judge you no matter how perfectly you present yourself. Hardly the true reason for the season. I’d much rather spend it in a cabin in the mountains away from my family. Just me. Well, just me and Bucky.

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Honeyhoneyhoneyhoneyyyyyy you’re first and primary concern should be your mental health, next is your family. I’m really excited for the one shot!!! But it can wait. Take care of yourself and your loved ones first. (Also i will read anything you write so don’t worry about thattttt) 💚❤️💚

so ive been working on a Christmas one shot, and the hope was to have it done today (and i’m super close so there’s still a chance!) but my moms been in the hospital for the last couple of days for pretty serious reasons, and it’s been incredibly draining on me mentally and emotionally, so there’s a chance it won’t be posted until sometime after Christmas. i hope that’s okay and that people will still read it 😞

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So that really hurt. Thanks for chest pains I guess

Tears Ricochet

Summary: Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you, ‘til my dying day.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Canon level violence, gore, high levels of agnst, 

Word Count: 540

Authors Note: So, Taylor Swift’s surprise album Evermore was released an hour ago and I was a little inspired. This is probably the saddest thing I’ve ever written and honestly I apologize in advance. It’s very seldom that I write anything without a happy ending… But this is it. Love you babes, please hug yourselves today because you deserve it.

Blood clouded Bucky’s eyes as he forced his legs to run, his whole body screaming at him as he did. Never before had he felt pain like this. Never before had he felt truly helpless. Because there you laid in a pile of broken concrete and the carnage of your enemies, lifeless and completely alone.

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hey just a heads up/warning for those of you who don’t do well dealing with the heavy subjects or videos portraying violent acts, sandyhook promise has a new gun violence school shooting PSA that is probably going to be going viral and is slated to play on television and in AMC movie theaters and it’s pretty heavy, especially at the end. I know it’s a topic that needs to be discussed but it’s not a video that everyone will be able to watch, so just a warning for those of you that might not be able to handle it.

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Awww thank you!!!!

Gold

Summary: Y/n has baby fever, Bucky does not share her sentiment

Warnings: Its fluffy and angsty if you squint

A couple years ago, after the snap, he met her. She helped him heal, cope, and live again. She taught him to love.

In July, Steve died. It hit him like a truck. Crying, ripping out his hair, he would fight her, as she tried to get him to eat. And yet, days past, weeks past, months past. And she still stayed by his side. Slowly, he began to eat again, he chose, to eat again.

It was hard, but he got through it. She helped him. He decided this Christmas, he’d get her a ring. But he never thought he’d hear these words. No, not from her.

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“Bucky I can’t believe you!” Y/n screamed.

“Doll, all I said was-“

“What did I just walk into?” Sam asked, coming into the kitchen.

“My boyfriend said he doesn’t love me anymore!” Y/n said, very close to tears.

“Aaaaand I’m out,” Sam said.

Bucky grabbed him by the arm. “You’re putting words in my mouth, doll.”

“That’s what you said Bucky!”

“No, I said that we can’t get a puppy. Not that I don’t love you.”

“That’s the same thing.” Y/n whined.

“Sorry Buck, I’m on her side.” Sam chuckled, walking out of Bucky’s grip.

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It was a trap. Why was it always a trap? He knew the “let’s go visit Clint” was a ploy.

When he and y/n got to the farm. Clint had to take Lucky to the vet. He asked Bucky to come in case Lucky had mobility problems. He asked y/n because she liked dogs. It seemed innocent.

Wolf. In. Sheep’s. Clothing.

Turns out that Lucky didn’t have an appointment and was perfectly healthy. Which didn’t make any sense, until Clint pulled up to the animal rescue.

Bucky looked y/n in the eyes. He mouthed, “e-v-i-l”, but she just giggled and pulled him inside.

The lady, who must have run the place, took one look at Bucky and his arm and disappeared. Y/n caught onto that and immediately intertwined his metal arm with her arm. Bucky immediately relaxed.

Not ten seconds after she disappeared, the lady came back with a smile. “I think we have the puppy just for you.”

She led them into the back room, where a fluff of gold was waiting. Bucky had to admit, he was cute. Y/n crouched down and waited for the pup to come to her. When he did, he sniffed her hand, and began licking her.

She began to laugh and her voice went up about three octaves when she talked to him. He had never seen her like that before. But then, she looked back at him, beckoning Bucky to meet this dog.

Bucky was a bit apprehensive at first, but the dog wasted no time at all in licking his hand. Soon Bucky’s voice was up a couple octaves. He was entranced.

The lady came back, and asked them to leave. So they bid goodbye to the dog and walked to the front desk. “I must ask if you will be taking the dog home.”

Y/n looked at Bucky expectantly. “We’ll discuss it.”

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This Christmas was by far the most expensive Bucky had ever seen. Aside from the stuff he usually bought, the ring had to be perfect. So naturally, it was expensive.

On Christmas morning, they came to sit at the tree with the rest of the avengers. They opened gifts, laughed, and had a great time.

“Wait y/n, I have one more gift for you,” Bucky said. “But you have to close your eyes, and cover your ears.”

She smiled really big as Bucky went to get the gift from the garage. He stopped about three feet in front of her with it. “Open them.” Bucky said. Y/n didn’t. Perhaps telling her to cover her ears wasn’t well thought out. “Sam can you tap her?”

Y/N’s eyes opened as a rush of gold and read ran into her. She gasped. It was the puppy. It was her puppy, with a big red bow tied around him.

“Bucky! This was so sweet!” She said, cuddling the dog. “What are we gonna name him?”

“I dunno, I was kinda thinking….Steve?” He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

Y/n looked the dog in the face. “It fits.” She gave Steve a big kiss. Then she gave Bucky a (smaller)  kiss. Maybe, he thought, he would wait on the ring. After all, she was a tad bit preoccupied.

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A/N: by baby fever I mean baby dog, if that wasn't clear. I really loved writing this and I thank you for reading it. As always feedback is appreciated! Happy scrolling!