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(Tubbs)

I would hurt you or use you. | you unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | you confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | you are my family. | I don’t know you.

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(Hostile Cooper)

When she heard the voices coming toward her, the queen turned slowly. Irene's breath caught in her throat, and she barely restrained herself from rushing to the arms of the one who'd raised her after her father was killed. The one who taught her so much.

And she needed them now more than ever!

"My queen." The steward bowed, before leaving them alone.

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I can hear your heartbeat, knocking on the window,

I can feel the weight deep down below. 

Winona could feel her face heating up as she looked away, determined to do anything but look Inez in the eye. She wasn’t in love, she just found Mr. Tanner interesting… and mysterious… and handsome… and his eyes, how dark and absolutely stunning—

“I’m not in love, I was just… thinking about a book I’ve been reading.”

She would give anything to actually have a book to look at, instead of staring directly into the floor as if it would swallow her whole if she concentrated enough. She wasn’t in love no matter how much her heart fluttered every time the tracker walked into the clinic when she was helping her uncle. Or when he spoke. Or when he came into the saloon after riding all day, face flushed and sweaty as he pushed up his sleeves; those dark eyes flashing as he told the story of whatever trouble he stopped, a bit of a dangerous smile on his lips as he took a drink, tossing his heavy coat aside—

Sarp sometimes felt like he hadn’t sat down since starting culinary school.  There were the classes themselves, taking up most of the day, and then bartending at night--he could pick up more cash in a college town serving drinks than he could at the bakery--and a match or two every month, and as soon as he got home it was time to wake up and start over the next day.  Even his free time was spent in the practice kitchen, trying to perfect the chocolates he knew he could get right if only he worked hard enough, or practicing the skills they’d be tested on, or, like today, trying to make enough manti to last until his next day off and to leave some with his mother.

--Of course, it would have helped if he’d brought the right ingredients with him.

Send 🏠 to find out my muse has no family to go home to for the holidays

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Ezra Standish took a steadying breath as he stepped off of the stagecoach and looked around at the town he had abandoned months ago. He wasn’t sure of the reception he would receive from his friends, especially since he had left rather abruptly. He had let them know that he was headed to California, but not why he was going, or how long he would be away. 

The reason for Ezra leaving was currently held in gentle but protective grip. It was a baby girl, very obviously Chinese. Li Pong had called him out to San Francisco, distressed by the fact that she had become pregnant out of wedlock. She had claimed that he was the only person he could trust, and who was he to say no to that? 

He had “hired” Li Pong for a job as his maid, work that would have her staying at his (non-existent) house, thus keeping her away from prying eyes even as her stomach swelled. Eight months later, little Mei was born. Obviously, a baby would give away the fact that Li had been pregnant, so Ezra agreed to adopt her as his own and bring her back to Four Corners with him. 

That was, of course, assuming that the folks here didn’t run him right out of town again after supposedly running out on them. Ezra stiffened as he heard a familiar female voice call out to him. If anyone would let him know exactly how much trouble he was in, it would be the fiery Senorita Inez. 

Anna hadn’t been in the west that long but already, it was proving to be just as dangerous and unforgiving as Setauket had once been. She knew very little of Spanish but she did know that Inez’s tone didn’t make it sound good.

“A… a man in town got a little rough. That be all…” she whispered softly. He hadn’t taken kindly to whatever Anna’s refusal to gratefully accept his advances. “It be nothing I haven’t faced before…”