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This beautiful piece from the talented hands of @sassquatch737 will help tide us all over until Peeta comes into the story.

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Joel's putting those firefighter muscles to work! đ¤
You gasped as his arm slipped under your knees again, the world tilting when he lifted you clean off the couch.
âJoel!â you shrieked, clutching at his shoulder as your balance disappeared. âPut me down! I mean it!â
âSure you do,â he said, utterly unfazed. His tone was maddeningly calm, like he was reading grocery labels instead of hauling someone across a flooded living room.
âJoel, I swear to Godââ
He adjusted his hold, one arm braced under your thighs, the other loose by his side. One arm. One arm was all it took to carry you. The motion was effortless, steady, practiced. You hated that your body recognized the feel of him.
âStop squirminâ,â he muttered. âYouâll make it worse.â
âIâll make you worseââ
âUh-huh.â He didnât even look at you. He just leaned over, grabbed your phone off the coffee table, then your house keys from the counter.
You scowled, clinging to his shoulder as he straightened. âYou canât justâwhat are you doing?â
âLeavinâ âfore you argue yourself into ânother injury,â he said dryly. âYou need anythinâ else?â
âYeah,â you bit out. âI need you to go eat shit.â
He hummed low in his throat at thatâamused, not offendedâas he carried you toward the door.
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a little tease of next weeks chapter of WATN for yaâll
I promise, we are getting close to the moment
They like to test each otherâs restraint.
From Real Enough â Chapter 16
"[...] I took her home and we loved her like nothing changed ... but Lesya and I knew she was not Treszca." Crepus' gaze shifted from Saveliy and found the youngest Dalkov staring at the portrait with a fiery hate in her eyes. A hatred for the person she'd been led to believe was her sister Saveliy turned to stare at the portrait as well, his weathered eyes slowly losing their hopelight. "Treszca died twenty years ago," he whispered, as if he was just now coming to terms with this information. "Whoever this crimson-eyed girl was ... she was an imposter."
Where the Snowfall Turns Red, Chapter 10

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His Lighthouse: Leap of Faith Chapter Teaser đđ¤â¨
a lil something something as Chef Chaos cooks đ¤ once again, I want to thank each and every one of you for staying with me through this journey. I know Iâm slow at updates. Iâm gonna make it up to you! đ
I know youâre ready. But is you reaDy?
YES OMG!
NO, give me a min!
Whip Wednesday/Whenever/Tidbit Tuesday
Coming in like a whirlwind, reporting in & thanking @optimisticgrey đ¤ the commander-in-chief of the inspection squad, lol! đŤĄđŞI seem to have a knack for uploading things on low-spoons days, so my apologies âbut Iâll reprise my latest teaser (the rest is top secret).
Have some postâsave-the-world domesticity đ with a touch of pastoral romanticism and just a hint of something simmering beneath the surface!đĽ
[While I have your attention: would anyone like to be tagged for the completion update? I donât want to push anything onto anyone đ but I sometimes worry Tumblr plays its little tag shenanigans and my posts end up buried. Then I get a few angry DMs đ asking when Iâll update âso I thought Iâd ask properly this time.]
Tagging: @judasiskariot, @woodsling, @goldbootsgirl, @aerin67, @starlightweave, @babydinosaur930, @halsins-herbal-underpants, @thepickledmermaid & @wickedadaar (If Iâve tagged you and youâre not a creator, apologies! Itâs just a friend reaching out đŤ´)
services requested {sneakie peek}
got a lot going on this week with getting some dental work done and i'm not sure how much i'll be able to focus on writing as i recover from that sooooo here is the opening scene of the next chapter for y'all c:
word count: 800
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Joel stands at the counter he took the measurements for, cut the cabinets out of wood sheets and assembled with his bare hands, the matte gold hardware something he picked out because he knew it would match the set of the stain and pale sage paint you picked out with a happy little smile and a sparkle in your eye. His hands are spread wide atop the marble top, the faint patterns of color blending into one big dark spot to his unfocused eyes.